Destroyer of Dreams (OS Dominion of Ragoon VI)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdAyDntlkQ4​

A fleet was amassing above the once peaceful planet of Ragoon VI. It was an aesthetically pleasing planet, but otherwise it held little of strategic value. Its native species were primitive and few. For too long Ragoon VI had been ignored due to its insignificance. Today begun the campaign that would see all of that change. Where some saw a waste of space, he saw potential. All the things it wasn't, it could be. The planet itself had little say in the matter, for he was Sith.

With no fleet to oppose them, countless of Sith squadrons descended upon the planet. There was a sufficient amount of tribute starfighters, but the majority of the small crafts were bombers. The planet was being laid to waste. The One Sith had no need for pretty vistas or cabins in the snow-capped mountains. While bombers and other ships fired upon the many forests and locations with high concentrations of life, dropships and transports made their way to the surface.

A clearing had been made ahead of the majority of transport ships, that set down onto a field, next to the crater of what used to be a forest. Here, the first efforts would be made to transform this world into a much grimmer version of itself, filled with slave labour camps and prisons. Naturally, there would be some sort of fortress erected to serve as the Sith's base of power on the planet. In the future, this would be where they sent all sorts of prisoners, whether too powerful to be kept elsewhere or those deemed fit as test subjects for horrific experimentation. The Karazak Slavers Cooperative would be on ground, aiding with their expertise of their chosen field, to make this planet perfect for containing and exploiting a large amount of slaves.

Darth Pyrrhus, the Sith Lord behind this particular scheme, stood on the bridge of a star destroyer. For now, he observed the operation from space, watching as his plan and the will of the Dark Lord was being executed. Soon, he too would make his way to the planet's surface, and Ragoon VI would tremble.


[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Assadar Ilrast"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Kylath Amadis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] @anyone else who wants to join (tagged those who responded to planning thread)

Objectives

Spoiler

OOC Planning thread found here
Objectives
A ) Level any Ragoon settlement. Kill or enslave the natives.
B ) Clear out the forests. Be aware of hazards.
C ) Establish and build the slave labour camps. Set the foundation, oversee the process, or personally get involved with the building. How you get involved is up to you!
D ) Do what you want! Yay freedom

Hazards
Marsh of Treachery - In the middle of the forest, there is a marsh. The marsh exudes a poisonous gas, and the surrounding area is constantly covered in a thin fog because of it. The properties of the gas are not lethal. Instead, it makes you incapable of separating friend from foe. Brother turn upon brother. Friends become foes. A simple "clear the forest" mission becomes an intense fight against your former comrades. Will you get out?

Umm this is Sector Six, right? - The orders have gone through, the planet's surface is to be leveled through the combined effort people on the ground and bombers in the air. Someone, however, managed to mess up their one job, and got their orders mixed. Unfortunately for you, the area you find yourself in has wrongfully been scheduled from bombing. Incoming friendly fire! Take cover! Don't die!

Beasts on the loose! - The OS' plan for Ragoon VI has many elements. One was set up a facility for experimentation and research on various deadly beasts and Sith spawn. However, due to a mixture of arrogance and incompetence, the Sith Beastmaster in charge of the project has gotten himself killed. Now, a score of his 'pets' run loose on the world. They were released near the construction site for the slave labour camps, though some fled to the forests and are now roaming there freely. These beasts now pose a threat to the building process. Defend!

Please use the following template and number your posts:
Objective:
Location:
Allies:
Enemies:
X/20

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective D: Make my furry pals build me a cozey home in the mountains / Defend it from native Sith-haters
Location: The snow-capped mountains
Allies: Furry slav- pals! / @Sith
Enemies: Ragoons / Rogue Sith bombers who didnt get the memo about this area of the mountains being mine
1/20

Mullarus practically jumped for joy when he heard his own master, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], was leading the new Sith occupation of Ragoon VI. Growing up on the industrialized world of Anaxes, he didn't get a lot of time out in the wilderness. Anaxes was practically a giant navy base, anyway. Too much pollution and smoke.

Another thing Mullarus hadn't gotten to admire much in his lifetime was snow. Now that he was a Sith, he could really do whatever he wanted. Taking Patriot from Amar, where he gathered a couple dozen Amarans to help him, and then picked up some building supplies from the fleet, he had everything all planned out.

Time for a vacation spot!

Mullarus opened the loading dock, his twenty Amaran pals stepping off. These Amarans were normal natives of Amar, but Mullarus didn't shove them around and treat them like trash. They had ample room to move around in the cargo hold, and Mullarus even busted his arse to feed them on the long trip to Ragoon VI. Most of them were compliant, since they had managed to land a spot in the hold of one of the few Sith who didn't want to slaughter their families and wear their skin as a coat. Mullarus had even promised to - secretly - let them loose together outside of Sith space. A couple of them seemed ecstatic about that news.

No, the young Sith didn't have a lot of love for the Republic-loving creatures, but he did know that treating a slave with more kindness than cruelty would increase their efficiency. According to a few of them, some were even experienced with building.

After the Amarans loaded themselves off of Parriot and unloaded the crates full of building supplies, Mullarus stepped on top of one of the plasteel crates and addressed them. "Amarans, I want to thank you for this. Really. I've always wanted to come here to Ragoon VI as a kid. I've always heard it was beautiful all year 'round. Help me build a comfortable home here in these mountains and I will live up to my promise to you!"

He hopped off, looking out over the gorgeous cliffside a few dozen yards from where he planned his cabin, "Just look!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms out to the gorgeous mountain range. Sure, a few Sith bombers were carpet bombing the mountains, but after they were done it would look nicer.

He turned back to the Amarans, "Let's get started!" he waved a hand over the plasteel crates, the tops all popping off. The Amarans scuttled about for a bit, some seeming nervous. One of them peered out into the nearby treeline and screeched.

Mullarus followed his gaze and spotted them. A little horde of the knee-high malia. He quickly reacted, force-jumping between them and his Amarans. The furry builders started to cower behind the boxes and crates as Mullarus ignited the exotic violet lightsaber that got the very creatures to come with him, now raised in their defense.

"Get to work! I've got your tails! They'll still be bushy when you're done today!"

The malia pack screeched and charged Mullarus.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: A (find the Natives!!)
Location: A forest in Ragoon Vl
Enemies: the natives of Ragoon
Allies: OS, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Post: 1

Nomkneer heard there was a mission to take over a planet called Ragoon Vl, he heard Darth Pyrrhus made up the preparations himself. Nomkneer as sly as he is was determined to do anything to impress someone of his caliber in the plot to get more training. He was descending upon Ragoon Vl he descended upon a forest in Ragoon where supposively there were camp settlements and natives running about the forest.

Nomkneer took both his lightsabers and he left his Akillian beast behind with his Nom-Nom Bonsai tree, it had seeds growing and it was close to dropping them. Nomkneer went with his usual things as he dropped twenty feet from the air.He fell on his feet as he was leaping from the trees when he fell, Nomkneer has much experience hunting in forests and he is as agile in trees as any animal could be.

Nomkneer decided that the only way he would ever find anyone well is by using stealth, so as a sith assasin he put his skills to work.He jumped to the tree and kept as silent as he could, he jumped from trunk to trunk grasping on his fingertips silently leaping through the forest. He focused on his enhanced hearing from his training in Atrisia, Nomkneer knew that if there was anyone or anything in this forest he would hear them soon.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective A: Destroy
Location: Airspace above Ragoon IV
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Anyone who resides in Ragoon VI
Post: [1/20]

[media] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5TwT69i1lU [/media]


Ragoon IV was a planet of picturesque beauty, untouched civilization – the type of planet you would only dream of visiting. Unfortunately it was time for a change. Konrad had planned on replacing the picturesque scenery with scorched lands scatted with the corpses of its residents. In short, Konrad and his colleagues in the One Sith planned on turning Ragooon IV into a planet that closely resembled hell, and one where its visitors new they were guaranteed pain and suffering followed by a painful death.


“Fire, and do not stop until all you see is a blistering hell,” Konrad ordered his men with a smirk, ready to watch the planet transform.

The Stardestroyer he borrowed from the One Sith unloaded its ammunition upon the planet and did not stop until all of its lush greenery was gone. Admiring the handiwork of his men, Konrad ordered the ship to descent so he could see the destruction rained on the planet by his orders in person.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective D: I'M GUNA BILD A DEK
Location: The snow-capped mountains
Allies: Furry slav- pals! / @Sith
Enemies: Ragoons / Malia
2/20

The tiny creatures approached fast. Not as fast as a force-sensitive warrior, so they were manageable. Suddenly, Mullarus had an idea. "PATRIOT! ARM THE CANNONS! HELP ME OUT HERE!"

The side cannons on Patriot's s-foils activated, but couldn't seem to angle themselves far enough to shoot anything close to Mullarus.

Mullarus brought his large, exotic blade in a low sweep, brutally slicing a couple of critters in half. One climbed onto his back, biting his durasteel shoulderguard. Obviously, it didn't really phase Mullarus, but it would dent his new armor. He groaned, yelling as he grabbed the beast, threw it off of his back, and stomped it's little head beneath his big, metal boot.

Another one leaped at Mullarus, which quickly became a shishkebab on the blade of his lightsaber. Finally, the last one bit at his ankles, getting it's head buried in the dirt beneath his boot as well. Mullarus exhaled, looking back over at the Amarans, still cowering behind boxes.

"...Well? Get started!" he commanded. With the coast now clear, the Amarans began to start building the foundation by a thick tree, covered in snow and ice. Just the way Mullarus wanted it.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective A: Destroy
Location: Ragoon IV
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Residents of Ragoon VI
Post: [2/20]

The smell of burnt flesh was overpowering but it did not disgust Konrad at all. Rather, Konrad revelled in it, proud of the destruction he had caused in this part of the planet.

“H-h-help,”

Konrad heard a voice. Curious about how anyone would have survived the attack, he looked for the origin. Under the rubble of a building lay what he assumed was a female of the species from her voice.

“P…lease find m-my daugh…ter, she was wear…ing…auro..dium bracelet” the woman pleaded. Konrad could tell she was not long for this world.

Konrad looked around the area looking for a child with an aurodium bracelet. A meter away laid the blackened body of a child matching the description. Konrad pulled out his sword and severed the arm with the bracelet, and headed back to the woman.

“Fancy some barbecue?” Konrad smiled as he offered the arm to the woman.

The woman looked at the arm with a look of utter despair left in her eyes as the light left her eyes and a tear slid down her face.

Konrad smiled as he looked down at the now deceased woman. The look of despair that remained on her face was of great amusement to him. Konrad made a mental note to reward his men for today as he slipped the bracelet off the arm, and into his pocket. The child was dead, so the bracelet was of no use to her anymore so it only natural that someone who could find some use out of it take it.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhOG3qrqXoM​

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Another world about to be consumed by the flame.

It wasn't so long ago that Amar was scoured clean of it's native inhabitants, and was currently going through terrestrial reconstruction to better suit the Empire's imperialistic needs. He and his Blackblade Guards had personally led a large campaign against several large Amaran settlements and put them to the sword. Only a miniscule percentage of those living in each city survived the inexhaustible savagery that had been unleashed upon them, and they suffered an even worse fate that those that had been cut down in the streets like animals. They had been beaten, defiled, and shackled in heavy irons by the monstrous Graug, brutal slavers that hailed from the world of Gratos. Other Sith had taken that opportunity to enslave as many Amaran as they pleased for whatever reason they so chose, but those who had been captured by Darth Vornskr's Graug slavers had only one fate ahead of them.

Theatrical death.

They were to be thrown into pits of starving beasts just for the amusement of watching their bodies torn apart, or made to fight in one-sided gladiatorial matches. Perhaps they would even be forced to fight each other in a brutal fashion, forced to eat their own to survive. The degenerate minds of the Graug had no limits or censors, and it is what made them so proficient at enslaving lesser races and making an existence off of their suffering. However; the natives of Ragoon VI didn't seem like a worthy catch for the Graug, and thus they instead prepared to commit unadulterated genocide against them.

The warships of both Darth Vornskr and the Graug materialized over the defenseless world of Ragoon VI; weapons training on the planet as legions of black-plated soldiers and brutish Graug mobilized for war within the star galleon's holds. Darth Vornskr himself stood triumphantly on the bridge of his flagship, the Ruination, strutting about as if the battle had already been one. And for all intents and purposes whatever battle there was to be fought on the world's surface would be pitifully short and barely a challenge for his elite butchers.

No; the battle to come was merely a formality.

[member="Sochi Ru"]

[ 1 / 20 ]​

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Feth the police, I ain't using your fascist template [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]!

 

[Cortana Jade]

She approached from the shadows, standing behind [member="Darth Vornskr"] on the bridge of his warship. Her face was tranquil, void of any emotion. Silently, however, she was screaming in the inside as her broken mind and spirit tussled for control. In this case, none of them would win such a battle because the only master here was Kaine. Her robes hid most of her features, she appeared the humble servant.

"What is it that you wish for me to do?" whatever he needed, she would be there to earn his trust. She needed him now more than ever as she had other plans that could possibly alter the entire galaxy. Little did most know she cared so little for the Sith, in fact she despised them, but she knew they weren't the only culprits here. The Jedi weren't immune to her wrath either...and this was the justice she felt they all needed.

She walked up closer, appearing behind the Sith Lord. She was short compared to him, and as she maneuvered around his figure she gazed at him. Showing that she thought highly of him, working his ego had always worked in the past. Though Ru was no expert in the areas of seduction or persuasion, she never was.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: Burn baby burn (taking that forest down)
Location: Forest of Ragoon
Allies: [member="Vrag"], One Sith
Enemies: Weeds and a pesky Marsh (Hazard)
1/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5HsJ2oS0X0

His eye winced. Though whether you could tell it was a wince or a blink, it was tough. Being with only one eye, at least in his head, numerous obstacles were faced. Like perpetually winking at people.

He was told there would be fire and burning and happiness. Well, the first two anyway. The last bit was merely causality. He recalled a time back when he and Ygdris would conquer worlds with fists and flamethrowers. Even Selvaris tasted the lick of the flame, careening from a propellant nozzle. His missed those days. He was going to return to those days. In fact, he was going to do that today. So as the ship sat down in the forest, he stepped out in Vonduun armor but what rested in his hands wasn't an amphistaff. Or a chitin carbine. Or a Chom-Huun. Oh, it was a flamethrower. Just like old times.

Patting down the pockets of the Vonduun armor, little carapace slots to hold goodies, he pulled out a pre-clipped cigar and placed it in his mouth. Lifting the flamethrower to his mouth, he hit the ignition without pulling the trigger, and hovered it across the end. Before long, smoke was rising from the cylinder and he smiled, looking out into the woods. "Well...hello."

The ship took off into the distance as he hit the villip on his shoulder, transferring message through modified oogzil. They would come back if he needed them. Pulling the trigger, the fire arched from the nozzle and lifted from light wind. Trees and foliage turned brown purely from the heat, bark and branches caught wind and flame as the Wrath strafed back and forth.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective D: Homeward Boujd
Location: The snow-capped mountains
Allies: Furry slav- pals! / @Sith
Enemies: Ragoons / Malia
3/30

The Amarans were proving useful. You know how the Sith roll. If it has a use, keep it. The Amarans, while a bunch of Republic-loving punks, could be made to be efficient with enough persuasion and proof that the Empire could be just as kind as the dying Republic. Progress was smooth. The foundation to Mullarus' fresh new home in the undisturbed mountains was almost finished, and putting up the scaffolding was easier with Mullarus assisting with some convenient telekinesis.

It had been a few hours since the malia attack. Perhaps the tall, armored protector of this new gathering of foreigners in the mountains had proven his worth to stake claim over the land.

Of course not. There had to be intervention by the natives.

It did not take long for a group of three Ragoon natives to approach the building site. Mullarus pulled his hood off and deactivated his helmet to greet them. Immedeatly upon seeing the towering figure in armor, two raised their mighty blowpipes and prepared to fire. Mullarus took a second and looked over the trio. The two armed with primitive blowpipes were taller than the middle, and far more built. They had broad shoulders and heads full of thick, black hair with their long ears sticking out. The middle was shorter, scrawnier, but had an experenced look upon his face. He was older, but something told Mullarus they were likely related. Looking at the creatures with his Force Sight, they were nearly the same.

"You. Jed'aii" the older Ragoon called out. It came as a surprise to Mullarus that they could speak Basic. "Natives, yes?" Immedeatly upon opening his mouth, one Ragoon placed his blowpipe in his mouth and inhaled. Quick to react, Mullarus waved a hand to take the pipe out of his mouth and draw it straight into his. The well-built Ragoon pounded his chest in anger. "All due respect, sir native, I have no intention of killing and maiming your people. That is something you will have to worry about the other Sith that have come. I can promise you that they won't be so merciful. Especially one in thick black robes. A togruta. Be exceptionally kind to him, or he'll burn everything you know and love to the ground..."

That seemed to be a lot of words for the little Ragoon, but he managed an answer after pondering for a second. "You kill our hunt. You take our land. You trample us! You no stay! You go!"

Mullarus sighed, "Didn't you- ...No, you didn't. Here's the thing. The other Sith are gonna want to destroy your homes down the mountain. I take it you are down in that valley? Yeah. They'll want that." Mullarus motioned to the dead malia scattered around. "These tiny beasts. You hunt them?"

The older Ragoon nodded, "You take hunt!"

"I apologize. I was defending my property and my friends. You may take what is left if you let me stay. On top of that, i'll even keep in a good word for you all if the Sith come knocking at the door. Tell them to see me and i'll get them to leave you be. I can promise you this: The Sith are taking over, but we won't destroy your entire world. You will have enough to live."

The Ragoon pondered again. Not surprisingly, he nodded in agreement and motioned for his two buddies to start carrying the malia corpses away. From the treeline, four more Ragoon hopped out and started helping. "You protect us from bad men. You stay. Thank for hunt! he said.

Mullarus nodded, then motioned to the Amarans behind him. "Those aliens are my people, too. They are your friends. Trust me, they won't bite. They're too afraid, really."

The Ragoon chuckled and turned back to head home. Mullarus was not surprised he managed to convince them to leave him be. Semi-sentient beings weren't too hard to barter with.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He watched as his ships opened fire on the planet's surface, the distant crust sprinkling with explosions as forests were annihilated and native creatures obliterated in a single second. He continued to watch the spectacle for several moments longer before acknowledging [member="Sochi Ru"]'s presence to his left, his upper body turning slightly to cast a glance her direction. His eyes were burning coals on a face of a scarred corpse, and the smile that split across his face was wicked to behold. "This planet is to be set alight, scoured in flame and then reborn from the ashes... Like the Lord who came before seven hundred years ago..." He spoke of Darth Krayt, of course; whom found the secret to cheating death and came back after Wyyrlok's assassination attempt. Wyyrlok was viewed nowadays in a better light than he was all those years ago, and he is a reminder of a Sith's duty to keep the Order on the path laid forth by their progenitor; Krayt.

Even if they must kill a Dark Lord should he lose his sight.

"You will lead my vanguard, paving the way for the rest of my army to make planet fall." He summoned forth a holographic display featuring a three-dimensional map of the region, a technical readout on the Blackblade Guard and their weaponry, along with a biological graph of the planet's native inhabitants. "Kill anything that stands in your way, and bring glory to the Empire. May the Dark Lord guide you."

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[Vrag]

Objective: Kill it with fire
Location: Forest of Ragoon
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | OS
Enemies: Marsh
1/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NhVkDTP8bo​

Chitin boots make surpisingly little noise when sinking into the soft bed of underbrush and undisturbed soil. Vonduun spikes have an annoying tendency to catch into that same underbrush. Tightly packed trees make it hard to traverse the already unpleasant terrain.

These were valuable lessons that Vrag learned within five minutes of stepping out of her dropship and heading for Reverance's position. Some of them she'd been introduced to on Rakata Prime with [member="Khallesh"], but others were a fresh source of irritation.

Vrag, as many people and planets had learned over the years, wasn't easily annoyed. However, when she did get irked enough to do something about it, the consequences were usually devastating and long-lasting.

In this case, the repercussions were soon to look exactly like the Wrath's corner of the world; smoke and fire.

See, what many people didn't know was that the Hand had a long and fruitful working relationship with flamethrowers. She'd used them to great effect in her early days of wrecking shop, and though they'd been shelved in favor of weapons that made less of a sizzle and more of a splat when used, Vrag still helf many fond memories of whole cities burning in her wake.

Their wake.

Skerr Ygdris keened happily as it sensed the presence of its oldest siblings, and the firrerreo felt herself being driven in the right direction without having to do much at all. Soon enough, the horned beast emerged from the foliage, dark against the bright backgrounds of the dancing flames. Her silhouette trembled in the heat as she approached, and to anyone less used to gazing upon the woman, she would seem like Baphomet itself come to reap their soul.

"Gabriel," she greeted with a smile instead, dispelling the momentary illusion. "Starting the party without me? That's just poor manners."

A quip, but her flamethrower was already securely in her grip. The Hand didn't waste time, and soon enough, her fires blazed abreast with his.

 

[Six-O]

Objective: A - Destroy Settlement
Location: Town Designated 22-1b, "Noran"
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] | One Sith
Enemies: Town Locals | Militia | Suspected Jedi
Posts: 1/20

There was Six-O, another World, more life to vanquish. The story of his life for four thousand years, yet no matter how many he killed, no matter how many were culled -- there was always more. The Droid wouldn't complain, what else would he do with an eternity if not ravage sweet soft skins and parade about merry and wicked in the blood paint of entire crops worth of the sickening meatbags?

Fat, point-billed, birds lazily stroked the sky lanes, wings waving and flapping against the back drop of blue and puffy white wrinkles. However distant it may have been from this objective, that steady percussion of bombardment drummed on. The days down here in the meadow valleys, they were long -- and hot. Beset by all manner of chirruping insect, and spiraling, dotted clouds of blood lusting Frond Flies.

"Wish I was a bleedin' Droid!" A voice grunted as palm slapped sweating flesh. "Karking things!" The Organic complained, now swatting the back of his neck.

"I'm telling you, Sarge. . we were supposed to link up with that Sith at Outcrop 023."

"No! Orders were to take this Droid and hook up with the FU right here. Scuttle says they have Anti-A, and an alleged Jedi in the Town, we've lost three squads in this area -- I hope they burn this World to ash! I hate bugs! I hate FUs! And I HATE DROIDS ESPECIALLY!" He growled miserably.

Six-O didn't react.

A sudden hush took hold of the Organics, soft boot falls on grass stiff and brittle from the heat silenced them.

"Krayt!" The Sergeant bellowed, if a whisper could indeed be considered such, his body getting small against Six-O's back as his subordinate took to stomach, training rifle in to the swaying meadow of tall stalks.

"Andeddu. . ." Syllables returned.

From the thicket five individuals emerged, wrapped in heavy cloth, armor dulled matte and scribbled with shape breaking lines and patterns to lighten their signature against natural background. A Sixth, Mon Calamari by the AI's estimation, had bag over head and limbs bound. He was being carried on a Repulsor Rack.

"This my Droid?" A woman asked, Six-O knew right away this was Dreadwind.

"One of you our FU?!"

"OSi, Special Activities." She replied gingerly.

"Can we leave the Droid with you?"

"We've got what we came for, even without the tools we were supposed to be allotted." She gazed briefly at Six-O. "Good luck, boys." She said, eyeing them over. Day time Snatch and Grab, no back-up, no Droid -- no casualties. This Republic Guerrilla was going right in to the hands of One Sith Intelligence, she didn't have time to babysit for or hear the belly aching of some Army brat fed up with their chosen lifestyle.

Without another word the SAG fleeted by them, hum of Repulsor Rack and grunt of struggling Guerrilla bitter music to Six-O's Aural Sensors.

"Stuck up, Vong sucking, carafel. I hate OSi!" The Sarge, as his organic underling liked to call him, seemed to really despise everything, perhaps a career change was in order. Or maybe he required the termination of his life function -- start the journey he, and all Organics like him were inevitably bound for early? "Two more minutes, then the Sith can play catch up."

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: A [terrorize the natives]
Location: Ragoon Vl, forest
Enemies: Enemies of the OS, natives of Ragoon
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], OS
Post: 2

Nomkneer had been a few minutes wondering about the forest jumping from tree to tree using his stealth, he was more concentrated on finding the camps they are located in. Nomkneer was confused, 'why cant i hear anyone in this godforsaken forest?' that was his thought, he stopped and jumped down as he noticed that no sound of any kind could be heard. Nomkneer did what any hunter would, he had to search for trails.

Nomkneer checked all around and he could not find anything, this was specifically strainge "so they said there were people here?" Nomkneer said and as he did he got a pretty good idea, he took his ear and placed it on the ground to see if he could use the earth to hear any footsteps around, Nomkneer had very good hearing and that would help alot.

Nomkneer had heard something! 'why these smart little pests' Nomkneer said in his mind as he got aware of the situation, he called the unit on the ship where [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] is. "i need you to give some information to Lord Pyrrhus, the natives in here will not be found on the ground, but underneath, i have confirmed that there is thousands of footsteps coming from the underground as if the had tunnels that would walk underneath this infested forest"

Nomkneer was on to something and he had a great idea, he would search for the right place where the earth would be soft enough to penetrate the tunnels so that he could find a way inside to destroy them all.

"i cant believe these primitive apes are that smart" Nomkneer had a little spark for the situation, it felt like hunting beasts instead of people and he liked it.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVzljDmoPVs&ab_channel=DavidGuetta​

(warning: video has explicit content)​

Objective: B, Clear out Hazards
Location: The Forest
Allies: [member="Assadar Ilrast"]
Enemies: Beasts
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Azurea landed The Pirate's Foe in a small clearing near the forest, just down the way from the Karazak Slavers Cooperative staging area. She was on Ragoon VI to assist in clearing the forests of dangerous creatures and Sith experiments gone awry so plans could be made to secure and transform the planet. The Sith were grabbing territory in the deep core to solidify their influence.

Darth Azurea mission was to exterminate any dangerous predators in the woods. Specifically, the Malia, a fearsome creature with a reputation for attacking any living thing that threatened its territory. Lucky for the two Sith, the Malia hunted at night, so the brunette Sith Knight was going to try and track down a few of their dens to kill and burn them. Some of these tracking techniques she learned from her Togruta Master and some of them she had learned from growing up on an Aduba-3 farm and being involved in AgriCorps. A large durasteel cage was in her cargo hold so that she could bring a pair of them back - a male and female - to breed for Sith experiments or even guard animals for Karazak. Her Master [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and his Acolyte [member="Mullarus"] would be on Ragoon VI on separate assignments. She hoped to find them, either before the night or the next day to show them her captured Malia - providing they had been successful.

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Painting of the Malia done by anonymous Ragoon VI inhabitant​

"Come Acolyte Ilrast," she directed. "There are only so many hours of daylight. If it's night and we haven't made progress with the Malia, then we're on a suicide mission."

The Malia hunted in packs and swarmed their prey with precise efficiency, able to kill a sentient in seconds with their triple-rowed sharp teeth.

 

[Fasalin]

Objective: Capture and study rogue Sithspawn
Location: Ragoon VI, Jungle
Allies: One Sith, [member=Darth Azurea]
Enemies: Rogue Sithspawn, native population
Post: 1

For an aspiring Sith Alchemist who often resided within the walls of the new Temple of Pain and as such relied quite heavily on the fact that the numerous monstrous creations on which he was regularly experimenting were being handled correctly, it was hardly encouraging to learn that the man in charge of handling those abominations on the Sith's new maximum security prison world had lost both the creatures and his life. Still, Assadar was an opportunist if nothing else, and he'd decided that he might as well try to make the best out of a bad situation, however dangerous it might be to do so.

Naturally, somebody was going to have to round up the marauding beasts in order for the One Sith's operations on the world to continue as planned, and though Assadar usually preferred large, heavy metal cages to be involved when he was dealing with the worst crimes against nature that the Sith could twist into being, the situation offered him an unprecedented chance to do a little hands-on study. Here was his opportunity to learn all he could about any creature he could manage to capture, which offered him a unique chance to expand his knowledge of the art of Sith Alchemy. He would have liked to get the creatures into a laboratory where he could run extensive tests on his prizes, but as it went his companion, a young, attractive, apparently quite friendly but probably typically murderous Sith who had also been assigned to round up the rogue freaks of nature had already made it clear that she intended to take samples, and of the two of them she had been the only one with the foresight to bring the all-important large, heavy metal cages, so Assadar had resigned himself to collecting a few basic samples and perhaps performing a quick field dissection of any creature lucky enough to die by their hands.

Armed with his lightsaber and a high powered electric stun-gun that had been provided for him by the otherwise useless beast handlers, the young Acolyte was now moving through the jungle along with his Sith superior; the pair of them were attempting to find some signs of the vicious Malia that would lead them back to the creature's dens. Unfortunately, the hour was getting late, and if the nocturnal hunters couldn't be put out of commission by nightfall, the two Sith would, as Azurea had put it, be on a suicide mission.

The Acolyte nodded in response to his companion's assessment of their situation. "Agreed." he said. "Perhaps we ought to split up and search for their tracks? It should be safe to do so for a few more hours; the Malia will still be resting for the time being. Still, I wouldn't risk straying out of earshot of one another..."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Objective: B. Monster Hunting.
Location: Smouldering Wasteland.
Enemies: One Big Beast.

Darth Ophidia loved the scent of cinders in the morning. She was also quite a fan of rampaging monsters, but alas, this one had gone on its last rampage. Due to the foolish arrogance of one now deceased beast-master, several creatures ran free to rampage on the prison-planet-to-be. This area could not be utilised until the creature was either dead or subdued. After many attempts at tranquilising and capturing the beast, they had settled for dead.

The Rattataki’s personal Fury-class ship swooped over the beast’s general area while the cargo bay opened. She took a long draw from a cup of Atrisian white tea before tossing the container to one of the crewmembers and stepping out on the edge of the boarding ramp. The wind tugged on her silken robes as she put her helmet on her head and booted up the HUD. A single deep breath was drawn, and then she plummeted towards the burnt earth.

The freedom of falling was exquisite. Stretching out her limbs, the Sith Lord stabilised in the air and channelled the Force to work as a shock absorbent. As the ground seemingly jumped up to embrace her in a very painful hug, the Sith Lord released a wave of telekinesis that broke her fall and let her land softly on her feet. A wave of ashen dust spread from the epicentre of her landing as Ophidia looked about. A digital compass needle in her helmet helped her keep track of north, and as such, she knew where to find the beast. It was east, over the hill.

The Aspect of Death marched on.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

Objective: Objective B
Location: Dat Forest Tho
Enemies: Ragoons, and Munsters ^.^
Allies: OS, or whoever decides to tag me ( o . o )

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The canopy of the forest blocked some of the sunlight. The beams of sun penetrated the leaves here and there, but it was nothing compared to the dim darkness. Most wouldn't have been able to see farther than a couple of yards in front of them, but Gavrrik Arwell's wolf night vision aided her. Gav prowled the forest floor with ease, silently skipping over fallen logs, or under vines. The area she'd picked to sweep was very vacant. Most had decided to travel and 'kill' in pairs or squads. For Gav, these kinds of things were treated in a solo manner. If she had to, she would most likely cooperate with someone she knows.

Suddenly, Gav caught the scent of blood. Gav's nose seized up, the scent smelling abnormal. The blood smelled spoiled and contaminated; dying from it's previous lively state. Gav followed the scent, coming up on it's source than less than a mile. Gav planted herself in the underbrush, staring at the pack of strange spiked canine mutts preying on a fallen herbivore. However, the group was not the large monster everyone was looking for. But judging by current situation- mostly comprised of dead beastkeeper and prowling monsters- killing a few 'distractions' could prove reliable. For this, she inspected the monsters.

She knew instantly, judging by their size, she wouldn't be able to take these animals at once. There were three in the small clearing, and only herself in as the opposition. She knew what she had to do, even though she didn't like it.Taking her hunting jacket off, and placing it against the trunk of a tree next to her bush. She then placed some weapon belt and undervest down. Stripped of her weapons, she went through the transformation of her second half; her wolf side.

By now, changing was nothing to her. The shift happened within seconds. She'd gone down on all fours, her wolfish 5'5 stature crouching in the bushes. The dark brown canine like creature pounced out of the brushes a second later, darting towards one of the three native lifeforms. Unlike before Gavrrik's large canine stature was larger than the spiky dog creatures. Before any of the creatures could call out of her appearance, Gavrriks had already latched her jaws onto the torso of the first canine creature. It yelped, but it was short.

Blood gushed down the front of her chest, and around her mouth. Gav shook her head violently, letting go of the near dead creature and hurling it towards one of its comrades. The carcass crashed into it's friend, knocking both of them over. The third, who'd been spared of the hurling body, charged to snap for one of Gav's legs. Gavrriks had already moved out of the way, Twisting to intercept the creature. Where Gav's leg had once been was where the canine foe's head was. Gav moved faster than the poor welp, which Gav accelerated in her turn and clamped her jaws down onto the dog's neck. Blood sprayed everywhere, on the ground, drenching her already soaked from side, and around her mouth.

Gavrriks dropped the dead dog down, and made her way over to the last dog, the one who'd been hit by a projectile body earlier. The spiked creature attempted to stand up, limping partially. It tried to launch itself at Gav. She showed no mercy, for which she clashed into the dog's front side and shoved it down. Within seconds, it was already mauled bloody, Gav's front side completely bloody.

The woods were back into their quiet state, and smell of bloody filling the air. The slaughter had been finished within seconds, and this was only the start of her sweep of the area. Reforming back into her human form, her 5'10 height shrugging as if everything she'd done was normal. For, this was normal. When hunting, he second form was the more natural thing for her. That didn't mean she enjoyed tearing apart animals with her mouth. It was nothing more than habits.

Turning to walk back towards the bushes, Gav inspected her shirt, which was covered in animal blood. Her face had flakes of blood, parts of her pants line were soaked. Gav wasn't started- or even alarmed. Although her clothes weren't affected by her transformations, the blood and grime from her kills did cross through. And judging by her first set of kills, this would not be her last slaughter.

Pushing back the sticks of the bush, Gav rearmed herself. Putting her knives vest and hunting jacket back on, her bow and arrows on her back, and her lightsaber latched to her belt. Removing a rag from her belt, Gav wiped her face off and continued on her search.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective D
Location: The snow-capped mountains
Allies: Amaran workers / Local Ragoon natives / Other sith who may pass by, [member="Darth Azurea"], [member="Assadar Ilrast"]
Enemies: Malia / other local monsters
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Mullarus paced the perimeter of his claim. Patriot remained grounded a few dozen meters away from the edge of the cliff they were on that overlooked the rest of the mountains, the foundation to his new home now almost completely build, and the Ragoon natives checked in occasionally.

Mullarus lent a helping hand to the Amarans every now and again, specifically when one appeared too weak to carry a pile of plasteel planks. One particular Amaran with steel blur fur and a single stripe on his left shoulder struggled to bring a crate closer to the site. Mullarus waved a hand and used the Force to help him. The Amaran glanced neevously at Mullarus and continued to work.

The young man headed back inside Patriot and decided to have a change of clothes. He wouldn't need his armor now. He was fairly confident he could handle any other Malia that came about. He slipped on a grey leatheris coat and some simple Sith robes. It felt warm and cozy, just like how he wanted his new home to feel.

Stepping back outside, he noticed some more Ragoon natives sulking around. Their eyes scanned the shrubbery around the treeline. It was getting dark. If a pack of five or six Malia would attack at dusk, Mullarus couldn't imagine how many would come during normal hunting hours...

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: A - Destroy Settlement
Location: Town Designated 22-1b, "Noran"
Allies: [member="Six-O"] | One Sith
Enemies: Town Locals | Militia | Suspected Jedi
Posts: 1/20

More slaughter. More death. The natives needed to die, but it was more than that. They needed to no longer exist. All that they were, history, present, future. Snuffed out entirely. That was how Ferus felt about such a thing. He walked across the outscirts of the town, keeping his distance. He wasn't here to be found yet. There was a rumor of a Jedi here trying to help some of the natives escape. And that couldn't be allowed.

Slowly he worked his way through the forest, but he wasn't alone. Dressed in an unassuming mercinary outfit with a One Sith logo on the shoulder. A trap. He looked like a lone soldier away from his squad, and the natives took notice. A hand was raised in a slight grip, and the last of a scout group hung in the air, chocking, grasping at an invisible gripas he tried to loosen it. A crack was heard as his head twisted around at an odd angle, and the corspe was dropped.

"Always so eager to act when the odds seem to be in your favor. That is why you die."

Quickly the Sith realized he was talking to no one, and with a slight cough he moved off. There was a squad he was looking for, and.. Well. He found it.

"Stuck up, Vong sucking, carafel. I hate OSi!"

Ferus heard the voice from where he was. He was close at least, but he knew it. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he moved to the group, a frown clear on his mishapen lips. The right side of his face was broken, missing chunks of flesh and generally just looking cracked. A gift from a republic soldier so long ago now. His voice called out now, impatient, annoyed.

"You have a problem with how long it takes me to get here?"

An audiable swallow was heard as the squad leader looked over to the Sith Lord. He recognized the Sith Lord, and he had not expected the Sith to be here so quickly. Or to hear him talk. He struggled to speak, though that was probably be because of the grip forming around his throat. Slowly he was lifted from the ground, chocking, weezing, dying. Cold red eyes stared on for a moment, before looking to the rest of the group.

"You do not talk ill of the One Sith. Remember this." There was another crack as the soldiers body fell. The remaining nodded quickly, fear filling their eyes. But the fear turned to a grim determination. This was the life of the Sith, and this is how it worked. Their lives for the emperor. "Any of you with information on our target, speak up now. We move out in three minutes."