Dominion Echoes of the Past - TSE Dominion of Hast

[Hont Atellies]

Hast, a graveyard that none have dared stepped on, until now.

Hast is a metal graveyard, riddled with screams and ships from small fighters to giant star destroyers. But the hulking colossus of the giant spaceport outshines them all. The spaceport is situated on a large hill, itself nearly completely intact.

The spaceport was one of the biggest in the known galaxy at the time and would now serve a very valuable role in producing ships for the Empire. The spaceport also contains plans for unidentified prototype ships, these plans are just as vital as the spaceport itself. But this was not going to be without conflict.

The screams were not just ambiance, but something more sinister.

As a last resort to destroy the New Republic’s fleet and spaceport, the Remnants of the Empire deployed people inside boarding pods, these people were prisoners infected with the rakghoul virus. The planet is now infested with rakghouls, whose screams now infest the air of Hast. These beasts must be eradicated if we are to truly establish our presence on both Hast and the star port.


Objectives:

1: Rebirth the Giant: Re-establish the shipyard on Hast for Sith Imperial projects by:

• Re-establishing the power generators, all three at the same time, so that you can override the Republic’s safety module and re-power the shipyard or:
• Find the central computer and use that to reactivate the generator, while this can be achieved with one person, the rakghouls seem to congregate at the central computer.

2: Data Collection: Find the prototype ship plans inside the computers of the shipyard. There are three to be exact (Feel free to make your own ship designs if you want to use these for yourself as well as for the Sith Empire)

3: Silence The Screams: An old Imperial cruiser has a contained antivirus inside of it that kills the rakghouls and cures the rakghoul disease, locate it and release it into the Shipyard’s ventilation system.

4. Bring Your Own Objective!

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Objective III -
Silence the screams
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The spaceport whispered nothing back to the husk of a man who sprawled across a table, empty glass in hand. There was no barkeep, just an old stock left behind from whenever the cantina had not been abandoned. Outside, the sky was stained a blood color and the gray-black clouds blotted out sunlight.

Alkor groaned, much the same way that the Rakghouls that haunted this dead world made almost human sounds. Like them, he was hardly alive. The headache burned from temple to temple and seared to the back of his skull, each sound only exacerbating his suffering. "Ale," he murmured the word, almost pleading. "I need ale."

Centaurus slumped over the edge of the table and fell to the ground in a deject heap. Had it been days? Months? Years? Bleak images of the apex splintered in his mind. He stood at the precipice, alongside family and friends who lorded over the Confederacy...

...and none of it felt satisfying. Unfulfilled. Empty. Everything Alkor thought he could gain by standing as a Lord or a King might was ruined in a handful of seconds. All that perceived power became meaningless as the realization struck him.

Now, on his knees and sliding toward the stores of an empty bar, Alkor saw himself reflected in a the shards of a broken bottle. "....ha."

He dragged himself just a bit further, and he almost got a hand on the tap. It was just outside of reach. "Hahaha..."

The howl of a Rakghoul pierced his thoughts, and Alkor clutched his head. "SHUT UP!" he barked. The screaming went dead, and sniffing sounds neared the door. Alkor laid limp behind the counter, rested against it.

His eyes were empty, but stained a violent red.

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[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Aboard the Goliath II
Tags: Hont Atellies | Telis Taharin-Zambrano

V I R U S
"Scans have come back positive for a Rakghoul infestation."​

One after another the angular ships of the Sith-Imperial Armada exited hyperspace all at once in a dazzling display. The Sith Empire had come to Hast. The spearhead of this fleet was none other than the cavernous super star dreadnought the Goliath II, the black hulled flagship of the Shadow Hand and a ship whose infamy stemmed back before the fall of the Galactic Alliance. It famously brought down the flagship of the alliance fleet, bisecting its hull along with its sister ship the Behemoth II with strategically targeted blows from their superlasers. It bristled with enough firepower to rival an attacking force a hundred times the size, with the ability to force an unruly system into submission purely from the act the colossal ship exiting hyperspace. It was the vessel that the Shadow Hand waged war on the enemies of the empire, carrying out the Emperor's will across the stars. It was towards the back of the massive command bridge that the imperial sovereign sat in a massive throne of dominance on a raised platform, dominating the room and giving him the ability to observe while the aristocrat Grand Marshal Thaddeus Krell walked up and down the command bridge.

"Forward planetary scan data to all fleet commanders. The infestation will require precision to handle. " Krell ordered the thick accent of a serennian noble hung on every word. They had access to old imperial schematics of the imperial facilities on the planet, intelligence going into Hast had been clear on what needed to be done. The restoration of power to all three conduits at the same time and the restoration of the shipyard, as well as the tackling of this infestation. Efforts to restore the facility were impossible as long as the rakghouls remained and they would need to be dealt with, before order could ultimately be restored and the shipyards could begin to construct ships for the armada. When it came to commanders there were few he relied on more than Thaddeus Krell, who served under the Lord of Lies for decades. The man had no ability in the force but he was a brilliant commander and a gifted strategist, and he was a valued asset to the Sith Lord.

"AQUILA. Launch a squadron of strike fighters in an escort formation and give the order to launch the Grotesque-1's, they'll pave the way for our ground troops. Send an alert to Major Tiamat her forces are to prepare for launch immediately for the Imperial cruiser. They are to leave as soon as they are able. Find me the most viable landing zones on Hast I want them marked. No surprises." Krell ordered. The demonic, mechanized rumbling of the AI quickly boomed through the bridge "Affirmative." It was a clear plan. The Grand Marshal issued orders like the conductor of his own symphony orchestra. The assault droids would take the hangar and support the company of Blackblades in pressing forward. It was Thaddeus Krell's unique gifts at seeing the complete picture that made his service invaluable during many engagements since the formation of the empire a decade prior. He ran an efficient operation.

Rakghouls or not he expected nothing less out of the man.

 

[Lord Venari]

Location: In shuttle heading for shipyard, Hast
Objective: Silence the Screams
Gear: In Bio

Blearing stars and light returned to focus as the Reclaimer fell out of hyperspace alongside the Imperial Armada that had arrived at Hast. Orders, blueprints and all sorts of schematics came down the pipeline. Whispers crossed the bridge of the impending operation. The Sith Empire would return order to this world. First, they would free it from the clutches of the Rakghoul, and then by their hands, Hast would become a contributing and productive planet that would see the Armada grow further. Such was the will of the Empire. Heading the bridge, the Sith Lord, Venari stood with his hands clutched behind his back. Taking up his flank was Naval Captain, Tonis Dorund, one of the most instrumental tools in Venari's fervent Undying Legion and long time trusted ally and advisor.

"My Lord, the legion is ready and awaiting your orders," The captain relayed.

"Very good captain. I want a detachment of 4th battalion around the shipyard alongside some armor. Keep the rest on standby; we won't be risking the spread of the plague under a mass deployment. I want just enough to keep any larger hordes at bay while we perform our work in the shipyards," Venari commanded.

"It will be done my lord. I'll inform Waldar immediately."

"And Colonel, prepare my shuttle."

"Preflight checks are being run as we speak."

"Then you have the con, Captain."

Venari spun about and marched off the bridge. While others sought to restore power to the facilities below and recover lost prototype blueprints, the Sith Lord would venture for the rumored cure. Under the beasts' hold, nothing of merit would be accomplished even with the generators powered up. Security was paramount. A few short moments saw the Sith Lord enter the shuttle where his usual Zabrak pilot, Flight Sergeant Grurug Tergea, sat in wait. Behind Venari, a single squad of Animus Battalion fell in and locked themselves down for the flight.

"Sergeant, whenever you're ready take us below."

"Loud and clear, my Lord." A moment later the small transport shutter and lifted into the air. Where the Empire arrived, order would soon follow.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Their screams hung in the air, a thick fog. Whenever he thought he might be at the end of them, they began again like a broken record. He managed to fumble and get hold of a bottle, but it was not what he hoped for. Alkor read the label, a small batch bourbon of dubious make. He sneered for a moment at it, then wrenched the cork free with shaking hands.

For a moment, he forgot that it burned as it sloughed down his throat. Tears streaked down his face as he greedily guzzled down the fiery fluid, gagging as he fought with himself. He wanted to drink, not to breathe.

Rraaaaaaaagh!

"I said shut up!" he rasped as the creature lurched up and over the counter, now glaring down at him from above. Alkor narrowed his eyes as the Rakghoul leered at him, drooling hungrily, maw fixed to scream yet again.

The sound died before it reached the creature's lips, burned away by the blade of a lightsaber. Alkor retracted the weapon and closed his eyes. If he wasn't drinking something, he was killing something.

What was the point anymore?

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[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Falchion-class Dropship
Tags: Hont Atellies , Lord Venari , Alkor Centaris
Objective: 3
OOC Note:

Spoiler

If your looking for an angle to toss your characte in. Feel free to drop yourself into one of the Blackblade Guard dropships alongside Praz.

Post: 2

B O A R D I N G A C T I O N​

Quiet.

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For most soldiers it might've been unnerving to experience the level of quiet inside of the massive dropship. In the center of a squadron of strike fighters sat a pair of Falchions, heavy dropships designed for the harshest battlefronts. In most engagements the vehicles carried compartments where vehicles and various armor pieces could be brought alongside a sizeable complement of troopers. But these ships were reconfigured specifically for this operation. The vehicle compartment was taken out to make room for the Grotesque-1's, combat automatons built for war. When the dropships entered the hangar the ramps would be lowered allowing for them to step off and drop straight into the hangar where they would immediately begin their assault. The overwhelming rakghoul infestation that gripped the entire system was nothing to be trifled with and not even the soldiers of the Blackblade Guard would needlessly waste lives.

The soldiers of the guard weren't cut from the same cloth as say the Sith-Imperial Legion, they were often barely human when they were recruited chosen for unique traits. The brutal training regimen changed them. The only speech that came between them was that of pure necessity, preparations and gear checks. If one wasn't included within their sphere then the voice scramblers hid every word regardless, making them sound like mechanized, demonic growling. There were over five hundred in the Guard's equivalent of a battalion spread across two dropships with one of them carrying its leader the Dragon of the Guard - Major Tiamat. The fierce commander stood out among her forces with her chromium plated mark v Blackblade Combat Armor and her armorweave cloak. She stood next to the dark robed and hooded Shadow Hand no words were spoken between them. Since their very foundation the Blackblade Guard served alongside their Zambrano Lords. They even served as their personal guard in their earliest incarnations, they solidifed their position as the personal army of the ruling Sith Dynasty.

"Can you feel them?" Tiamat asked her voice clearly noting respect.

"Yes." He replied.

"When you reach out. What does it feel like?" The Major asked. The Blackblade Guard held a unique position and earned their place and the privileges that came along with it for no one could question their loyalty.

"Hunger. We shall arrive soon. It nears."

 

[House Zambrano]

Colossus
Location: Hast Landing Zone
Forces: Dark Legion Warband
Tags: Alkor Centaris
Post: 1

I N F E C T I O N​

The ground shook.

A huge dropship hovered over a massive landing zone where a landing force of the Daeux Los'ar were locked into glorious battle. The gunship unleashed cannon fire from either end bathing the ground in explosions providing cover while the hulking brutes moved into position. The outer perimeter was a Phalanx of interlocked shields driven into the earth scatterguns unleashed blasts that blew apart the infested ones bodies, spewing blood into clouds of crimson mist. The beasts size betrayed their intelligence and natural gifts of warfare. It was a gift that couldn't be trained or conditioned it was rather a genetic gift from birth, beasts who came into the world howling and screaming for blood and violence. They were coordinated by the jump pack carrying Centurion who led the defense with its energy based blaster. A wall of Incendiors carrying terrible flamethrowers stood over the phalanx at spaced intervals waiting for the infested hordes to congregate into one fleshy mass for a charge. They were met by a wave of fire that shattered their charge and sent them scurrying in every direction charring the earth the fire turning everything it touched black while flesh and metal melted before its fury.​

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If it were any other force panic might've set in.​

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Wave after wave of Rakghoul crashed against the landing zone against the monstrous infantry no matter the force or size their charges were shattered again and again under the relentless fury of the Graug. A long figure disembarked the dropship dropping right through the air of such massive size he was more than a foot taller than even the Emperor himself. Over ten feet tall and weighing half a ton the beast was clad in impossibly thick armor with attached mortar pods and carrying a huge gatling slug thrower. The ground split and shattered beneath his bulk creating a small crater as he dropped. Even over the sounds of their relentless attack the cheers of the monsters could be heard as a Colossus took the field.​

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Boom.​

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The four missile pods on the armored Colossus erupted firing a devastating micromissile barrage bathing the attacking hordes in brutal, ground shaking explosions while its gatling slugthrower spun up. As the hulking creature walked a place in the very front of the phalanx opened to make room for the warrior who pressed the attack, who launched a violent offensive against the infestation. The slugthrower looked as if it was meant to be bolted down on some gunship than in the hands of some brute, and its power was a sight to behold as it obliterated the beasts it struck. He moved right towards the beasts and when they surrounded and engulfed him their vclaws were hopeless against his massively heavy armor. The colossus raised his foot and roared within his helm unleashing a terrible quake with the power of a destructive attack that threw back and decimated the beasts who climbed atop him, sending them scurrying away before his vicious assault.​

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The Daeux Los'ar went from defense to offense right then and there alongside their leader.​

 

[Alkor Centaris]

House Zambrano Darth Prazutis

He managed to make it back to his feet, which was impressive in its own right. Alkor stumbled through the ruined bar with the bottle of bourbon shakily in hand as the world outside ended. The sounds of calamity, of Rakghoul infected souls screaming out as they were sent to hell, didn't reach him. Rather, it couldn't.

The fog in his head heard only that ringing. Everything else made it louder. Memories blurred from view and faded away behind it. Only rage remained.

"Hate," he iterated the word again, as if pleading with anyone at all to hear him. "I hate..."

Alkor once believed that his emotions were directed outward. He internalized his anger, his hatred, everything that culminated in wrath and ruin, and he froze them deep beneath the surface. He held on to them, preserved them, kept them to himself. When a time came that they could serve them, he tapped into a fraction of that icy, steely vein and chipped away a portion.

Somewhere along the way, it became everything, and he realized.

"...I hate... everything..."

When he saw the forces outside the bar, and the Rakghouls that railed against their shields only to explode in a hail of viscera, Alkor stared. In was a hollow, uncaring stare, and he followed it with a healthy gulp of bourbon. Then another.

The right to decide who lives and who dies belongs to the strong.

As Alkor watched, he remembered that truth. Everyone who told him differently, anyone who preached about fairness, about the law, about equality- they were liars. They sought an impossible world.

Their world wasn't real.

What was real?

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[House Zambrano]

Colossus
Location: Abandoned Settlement, Hast
Forces: Dark Legion Warband
Tags: Alkor Centaris
Post: 2

C A R N A G E​

They came like a swarm crawling out of every building, hole, and hiding place only to be forcibly cast into the jaws of oblivion in the wake of the titanic Colossus, who seized command of the force from the very moment he arrived. Over the relentless fire of his slug thrower and the merciless pounding of the mortar barrage his deep voice boomed orders in their guttural tongue to the two leading centurions who commanded the assault force. A distant building exploded under the destructive power of a mortar that collapsed the roof and blew out the walls the concussive force knocked more of the charging beasts down and leaving them open to be cut to pieces by the colossus's gun. The blasts continued until a rakghoul fiend was slaughtered throwing the subservient packs into disarray, scattering them and ending the momentum of their charge for now.

Quiet.

Smoke rose from the barrels of heated guns as the firing stopped and the fire belching flamethrowers ceased. Yet the Phalanx and the Incendiors never moved. The orders came from the two hulking Centurions to maintain their position before they activated their jump packs and launched themselves right behind the hulking Colossus who swung his head from one end to the other carefully scanning the landscape and the surrounding buildings. The Centurions immediately gave a salute and started speaking one after another:

"Tra vocd raodar korrk omd sraae kcossar. Traae koae aeas rasirm.*"

"Wros ora aeuir urdark raodar?*"

The Colossus turned towards them and in that moment the size difference between the three monsters was painfully obvious, his voice boomed through the helms vocal systems:

"Waod baoksk. Rakoem orars uir amakae verr rasirm. Furk sra varekasar omd roqa sraka bierdemsk kaorcrad. Oir sorsas ek em sra orao.*"

The Centurions immediately turned back towards the formidable warband and began to issue orders. The defensive formation broke up and the force began to expand and take up a defensive position. While a separate group of three graug each and a warghest hound began to spread out towards the buildings that stood, as if they were looking for something.




Translation:

Spoiler

"The pack leader falls and they scatter. They may yet return."
"What are your orders leader?"
"Weak beasts. Remain alert our enemy will return. Form the perimeter and have these buildings searched. Our target is in the area."

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[Cara Dorniarn]

Objective 1: Reestablish Power Generators
Tags: Gaius Crassus
Wearing: x
Post: 1

"I swear," the datapad's images warped into a new configuration as she waved her hand, "this dreadnought delights in having challenges. Aidee, remind me to review the structure of decks seven through eighty-five. And don't forget to put in that notice that I do not advise omitting the medbay on deck one twenty-eight. Low population is no excuse for negligence." The blue ID10 warbled a happy confirmation to her order.

The doctor acted engrossed with the notes scrawling along the screen, ubbothered by the slaughter of ravenous hoards just below them. In actuality she was studying the cluster of soldiers around her and the odd apprentice which was in accompaniment. He wasn't her apprentice. Cara had no idea to whom she should speak if the young man met an unfortunate fate. Lord Prazutis? She laughed to herself. In no way would she be in such close proximity to the man, not with his station. In the background was where those of her expertise thrived, and to fall under the eye of those above was a discomfort she'd rather avoid.

She took one of Aidee's clamps in hand to pull him downward. He tilted his saucer shaped body toward the datapad she handed him and his camera eyes whirred as they examined the gift. With a cheery tune the droid buried the datapad into an armored backpack then closed it, giving the flap two pats for good measure. Cara extended her arm and he followed the cue, floating up to his dock on her shoulder then snuggling in.

The Hast shipyard would provide a phenomenal boost for the Sith Empire in production for a standard citizen transport system, the creation of more personalized freighters, and the development for satellite medical stations could all be more readily achieved. It would be just the sort of progress the Empire could benefit from, not to mention a chance to prepare for further conflicts with neighboring nations.

But no one can prepare for everything.

Where it had come from was no easy answer, but the rakghoul who crashed through their transport's windshield smashed the controls and decapitated the pilot with the weight of its body. The dropship careened into the ruins of a skyscraper, sending the transport into a violent descent.

The lights of her helmet's goggles flickered on as she resumed consciousness, and as she turned her head noted the water droplets in her field of vision.

And teeth.

The rakghoul snarled as it struck. One could swear it gave a confused chirp as her fist landed between its jaws. Her free hand shot toward its throat. With a sharp whine of servos the metal arms flung the rakghoul over Cara's body to smash it into the ground. Grip not relenting, she quickly spun the creature's head then let it fall to the ground.

A few shouts from surviving troopers lead her to their position. She borrowed a rifle from torn remains and dispatched more of the ravaging beasts, but one by one the troopers at her side fell.

What a mess.

 

[Gaius Crassus]

Objective 1: Reestablish Power Generators
Tags: Cara Dorniarn
Gear: In Bio; Personal Armor (Appearance)

He didn't say anything at first. But that wasn't anything new. The confines of the troop bay seemed to radiate a nervous energy, with a few of the men idely talking among themselves. He never did well with crowds, and they never did well with him either. He felt a set of eyes open him, and caught sight of one of the other Sith in his craft eyeing him; and immediately faltered, looking away. He felt so out of place here, but else was there to do? This was his life now.

He felt something smack against his arm, and found an elderly stormtrooper smiling at him; brave man, laying hands on a Sith like that. "First time?" He asked, grinning ear to ear, with a small look in his eyes that made him look unhinged. "You Sith folk don't startle me much another. Can't kill what's almost dead, am I right?" He laughed, slapping Gaius on the shoulder once again. The apprentice merely nodded, looking back to the floor, but the man continued to talk. "Sargent Clamtine, been in this unit for eight years now, used to do mercenary ops back when I was your age." With a grunt, Gaius sat up a tad straighter in his seat, and tried to make the man get the message but fiddling with his blaster pistol. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. "That an SIF-7? Decent model that." The apprentice grunted, wanting the man to stop talking to him, but he just wasn't getting the message; he wouldn't have to bare it much longer.

The was a loud sound emanating from the cockpit, as screams echoed from it, the shuttle twisted wildly, violently throwing about the inhabitants that hadn't strapped themselves in. Gaius was smart enough to buckle himself in, but the moron across from him wasn't. He saw a stormtrooper flying right at him, then everything went black.

When he awoke, he found Clamtine over him, speaking words that Gaius couldn't understand, but he could see everything going on around him. Several beasts were feasting on struggling stormtroopers, tearing into their armor with a savagery he hadn't seen before. He pushed back to his feet, finding his blaster pistol close at hand, just as one of the rakghouls took notice of him. He fired off in a stupor, missing the mark, before someone off to his side gunned it down. He pushed up to his feet, the ringing in his ears starting to fade as he snapped out of his shock. Several troopers were still fighting the creatures, and it seemed his Sith compatriot was the one who had saved him. He looked back to try and find Clamtime, and found one of the beasts ontop of him, ripping into his exposed face. Gaius didn't miss this time. Two shots, and the problem was addressed. Now they could get to work.

 

[Mazrim Caide/Taim]

Objective: 1
Tags: Gaius Crassus Cara Dorniarn
Caide's landing pod had been knocked off course by some debris. Sent here as punishment for executing some enemies the imperials had wanted to interrogate. Unfortunately, he had had no choice. They knew about his side job. And now here he was, sentenced to a very dangerous mission. Fantastic. He kicked open the pod doors and was immediately greeted by gunfire and screaming. Seeing troopers in need of help, he sprang into action, leveling his weapon and firing off precise shots as he steadily advanced, switching to his pistol and combat knife the second he was in range. These things were strong and fast, but they were dumb, wild, savage. He calmly dodged and weaved attacks, firing shots into center mass or eyes from point blank and slashing tendons and spinal cords with his blade, a whirlwind of blood and efficient killing. He dropped body after body, but even Caide couldn't fight a small horde alone. it was slow, but he eventually got backed into a corner. Out of ammunition and with no time to reload, he drops the useless pistol and and holds his knife steady as three of the creatures charge him. He whirls, quickly taking out the two on his left. However, that offense leaves him open, and he is tackled to the ground by the final monster. Caide places his arm firmly on the throat of the creature as its teeth snap and bite inches from his face, his knife useless and his free hand pinned to the ground by the creature's weight...

 

[Zenric Salyn]

Objective: Tomb Spelunking (IV)
Post: 1

"Shouldn't be too much longer. Just need to press this, and that, and.. This one." A burst of fire erupted from the nearby pillars. It was a typical trap, especially at the entrance of a Sith Lord's tomb. Dubiety raised a hand to create a shimmering field of energy, absorbing the blast before it consumed them. "Nope, wrong one. This one?" There was another click, but no gout of flame. The Clawdite claps their hands together excitedly, giving themselves a small cheer.

"Haha! I knew it."

The sealed door finally opened before the Acolyte. With their hands clasped behind their back they skipped into the dark tomb, giddy to find it's secrets.

 

[Darth Zveris]

Several Weeks Prior

<"You have fulfilled your purpose, my child"> The voice was shrouded by darkness, and silence. Several guards clad in red and organge surrounded a metallic throne, the source of the mysterious voice.

<"Then I will have a place in history? As my own being? Not as your puppet, my Lord?"> From the base of the throne, a bald man dressed in fine robes knelt before the figure, his red eyes emanating fear and uncertainty. <"You ask for a place in history?">

A disfigured, older figure appeared from behind the veil of darkness. When the grovelling man attempted to speak, sharp Vibroblades, slicing into the air, silenced him.

<"For thousands of years I have watched. Empire after Empire. Republic after Republic. All of them failed miserably! Yet, I could do nothing. I could only watch as my beloved Order was ripped into shred after shred! I was weak but now, I have regained my strength. You are no longer needed to mascaraed as me. But don't be sad. For even in death, you have become a Child of the Emperor. Like me"> He gestured to a centuries old painting of Vitiate, grinning at the thought. The figure then disappeared back into darkness, watching with delight as giant blades fell down upon the young Sith. Within seconds, the mans head rolled at his feet.

<"Good...very good! Now, prepare my ship. I have 'things' to take care of on...Hast">

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Objective 1: Reestablish Power Generators
Tags: Gaius Crassus | Mazrim Caide/Taim
Wearing: x
Post: 2

Cara heard the stalling electronic whispers of legionnaire's life support systems as they dropped offline. No use in expending energy on dead bodies. An efficient protocol.

As she turned to scan the damages she heard another rasping growl. A stray Rakghoul hovered over a downed soldier a few klicks away, a soldier whose suit's systems were still thrumming with life. With calculated motion Cara lowered to a knee and raised the rifle, taking precious few seconds to line up the shot.

Fewm!

The bolt pierced through the base of its skull and the Rakghoul slumped. She looked up from the rifle's scope, "That won't be the last, and no doubt this cacophony will attract more. We need to get moving to our objective." With the rifle thrown over her shoulder Cara rose to her feet then reached around to unhook Aidee from his harness. The droid had sustained damage and, having went offline, now took the engineer's attention. Her hands searched the surface, following the dents and gouges in the metal that scarred her companion. Still, a little voice echoed from the machine, and Cara was content in its survival.

Eyes focused on the small blue chassis she tread onward, voice taking an absent tone as she spoke, "If anyone suffered a scratch or bite, I suggest suicide. We haven't a cure for the plague as of yet."

Cara continued toward the shipyard, casting a short glance behind her to those left. Well. This would be interesting.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Why Does It Always Have To Be Rakghous? //:
//: Objective 2 //: Stop the Cara //:
//: Equipment //: Lightsaber //: Bow & Arrow //: Superior Mechu-Deru //:
//: Tags //: Cara Dorniarn //: Gaius Crassus //: Mazrim Caide/Taim

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Allyson watched from the shadows, the guise of the Force camouflage covered her from the Sith that lingered. Through the network she had discovered their plans and need for the generators, it was her job to foil those plans. Rae had been dispatched but had promptly disappeared into the night as if she was going on patrol. It was easy to drop the facade while the Lord Inquisitor was back on Yavin IV. The persona saw no reason for her to be about, so Allyson was in full control. Thinking about it, the Rae identity was as a lovesick teenager. Allyson shook her head, removing the thoughts of the personality and of the Echani, focusing on the mission at hand. ​

Tiptoeing through the shadows, she caught up to the small group that had followed a woman named Cara Dorniarn. With access to Jorryn’s computer - she was able to pull up the dossiers of several of the Sith’s personnel. Giving her hints of who was who and their powers. The lovely way the Sith decided to organize their files made the Spy’s job easy. This particular target smelled of technology and the Force. According to Ms. Cara’s information, she was a mechu-deru user. Few and far between it seemed even in the Sith Empire. Allyson, on the other hand, was the only one in the Jedi that was a savant user. ​

Of course, as much as she was held in high regard - she was also feared and looked down upon. The Corellian pinched the tip of her nose as she exhaled, keeping breathing quietly. She continued to creep behind the group. Her mission was to stop them from gaining the shipyard to continue with their Sithy stuff. ​

Seeing a sound footing behind some of the old cargo, Allyson nested herself within it. The camouflage dropped, but she was still well-hidden covered in mud and gunk, hiding her scent from the Rakghouls. The things you learn in the field and dealing with these foul creatures over and over again. Her mind tried not to wander to the Padawan she had released from her tutelage. He was better off with another Master, safer with someone else, and would have only gotten in her way. The Spy worked alone, even if the padawan would have helped with the loneliness she felt when she was on a mission. ​

Cursing to herself, she pushed the thoughts of Zaavvik from her mind, the Zeltron was safe and far away from here. It was beneficial to the shadows; she was able to creep in front of the group giving her a prime position to take out the lead Sith. Crouching now behind the cargo, a hand drew the arrow from the quiver on her back and placed it against the string's nocking point. A soft click chimed letting the archer know her arrow was knocked in the compound bow, the gears of the bow rotated and remained silent as she drew back the string. Taking aim, she fired the durasteel tipped arrow towards the woman’s knee as she walked, unknowingly into the trap. ​

 

[Gaius Crassus]

Objective 1: Reestablish Power Generators
Tags: Cara Dorniarn Mazrim Caide/Taim Allyson Locke
Gear: In Bio; Personal Armor (Appearance)
Post: 2

Looking down at the body of the man, Gaius felt little. It was the man's own damn fault for having his helmet off, probably just some old fool with a death wish. He had put a round right through the man's head, or what was left of it. It was the only mercy the apprentice could give. With all the blaster fire going on here, it seemed unlikely they would get anywhere without being ripped to pieces. With blaster in hand, Gaius looked over what was left of the squad, and found that very little was still intact; and what little there was seemed too shaken to continue. He spotted one man who was bleeding profusely from gashes to his chest, but despite the protests that he was clean, Gaius ignited his saber through the chest. One less problem to deal with in the future.

He would have given the Sith Knight some level of response, but he had no words to say. He tried to sign towards her, pointing forward, then making a pulling motion over his shoulder, then holding the hand up in the air; where are you going? It was a simple question, but one that would probably go unanswered. It didn't help that his face was concealed, which was how he got his point across most times, but it didn't matter now. Falling in line behind the woman, he couldn't help but notice the small device she cradled with her, perhaps a small bit of conversation would do his nerves well. 'What are you holding?' He questioned, his voice resignation in her mind if the woman allowed. Once again however, his question would most likely go unanswered. He thought he heard something, perhaps Rak'Ghouls coming towards what was left of their squad. He looked back, hand going to his saber, as he failed to notice the arrow that flew towards the Sith Knight.

 

[Zenric Salyn]

Objective: Tomb Spelunking (IV)
Post: 1

Dark and brooding halls extended through the tomb of this nameless lord. A maze, to be sure. Everything about this screamed trapped, foreboding. Death. It was an intimidating place, much to the Sith's credit. And yet, Dubiety hummed a simple tune to themselves as they skipped down the halls. This was one of many they had gone into, all with the similar aesthetic. This is just what Sith were after all.

The Acolyte came to a halt in their skipping once another joined in their song. And another. And another. Tomb guardians, ancient sithspawn with the soul intention of keeping trespassers out at the cost of their own lives. Dubiety glanced around to each, their smile ever present even as the wolf like creatures stepped from the shadows.

"Oh goodie! There must be something important if you're all here." They took a deep bow, golden hair falling past their ears to cover their face. It was always good to be polite! Even if the other party was mindless beasts.

"So, who will go first?" One of Dubiety's eyes peered past a space in their hair, their dark smile ever growing wider.

 

[Lark]

Objective One
Tags: Cara Dorniarn Gaius Crassus Mazrim Caide/Taim Allyson Locke

Mangled corpses of Sith soldiers lay at Lark's feet, if corpses they could still be called. It was more a gory pile of various limbs and appendages, shredded muscles and seeping organs. The Rakghouls were savage beasts, and the fact that a mere scratch or bite from one was enough to sentence one to a fate worse than death only compounded their danger. Of course, if you received one bite and scratch chances are you'd receive a few dozen more, but sometimes there were stragglers. Lark's squadron hardly survived the initial landing, their arrival was a loud one that attracted hordes of the ghouls. Soldiers slipped on bloody puddles, their screams quickly drowned out by the sound of sharp teeth feasting on flesh. Other than Lark only one other soldier yet lived, though the gash on the man's shoulder ensured it was a short-lived victory. Lark barely heard his pleading gasps before taking his head off.

Sighing, Lark could hear another encounter nearby, though all the maddening death throes made it difficult to gauge how they were faring. Perhaps I ought to check on them, he thought. Besides, getting caught in a Rakghoul stampede all alone was a death sentence. They had to bring power back to the shipyard, doing so by oneself was a test of cosmic difficulty.

After a minute or two following a path of carnage, Lark finally caught sight of the survivors. Their group had taken casualties, but a handful remained. Better than nothing, but despite the momentary lack of ghouls a threat still presented itself. From his position behind the group he saw a stray arrow quickly approaching the one who appeared to be leading the group, Cara Dorniarn. The two had briefly met during strategy meetings a while back, he remembered her as one of the more level-headed ones in the discussion.

The arrow had covered too much ground for him to stop it in time, so instead he reached out and pushed Dorniarn with the Force, hoping to get her out of the way of the speeding arrow. It wasn't a gentle push, but it wouldn't leave any lasting harm save for perhaps a bit of an ache tomorrow morning. "You'll have to forgive me for that," Lark said with an impish smile. "But I don't think the Rakghouls are capable of using weaponry such as this."

He looked towards where the arrow was coming from, he couldn't see or sense anything. But something was out there tracking them. "Someone else seeks to play hunter."

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Objective 1: Reestablish Power Generators
Tags: Gaius Crassus | Mazrim Caide/Taim | Allyson Locke | Lark
Wearing: x
Post: 3

Click. Ziiiiiip. BEEP. The engineer poked and prodded the droid with both a hexdriver and the Force as Aidee attempted to bat the driver away with a wobbly appendage. Finding it difficult to secure a grip on the tickling device his arm flailed hopelessly. Though he tried to give his best complaints he was unable to access his vocalizer, thus resigning to his fate with a sarcastic roll of several camera eyes.

"Try now," Cara tapped Aidee's side and the droid gave a glitched bleep, "You sound inebriated." He squinted at the insult and waved a clamp menacingly. She chuckled quietly as she patted his head, glad the damage he sustained wasn't quite as bad as she presumed.

Feeling a prod to the back of her mind she turned slightly, looking to its source. The apprentice? What would he want? She allowed the message while indulging in a rudely suspicious glare. Ah, how decorum could be slighted when one wore a helmet.

"This thing," she elevates him in her left palm, "is trouble. Also my assist--AH!"

The push from Lark threw her to the side, the arrow skimming across the fabric of her coat while she tossed Aidee's paralyzed chassis into the air. As her shoulder connected to the ground she threw out her hand, plucking the yelling droid from his free fall with a tug of the Force. Though tucked safely to her chest he continued to panic, and Cara promptly told him to shut up.

Having got to her feet Cara stood insulted with Lark's action. His quick explanation tossed aside any indignity she felt and she was grateful, even, and nodded her thanks. But it was concerning that someone braved these infested ruins in order to oppose their plans...

"Then lets make this fun for them," there was no one to see, the shadow that had so expertly ambushed them invisible to their eyes. As Cara locked her "assistant" back in the harness she took a deep breath, eyes closing as she drew herself into a low stance. With both arms raised over her head she then slammed them onto the ground, ripples of earth exploding from the epicenter. Vibrations from the blow bombarded the area around them, bouncing back to feed the sensors lining her forearms and inform her of what laid below and above.

Dirt. Stone. Metal. Guts. Bone.

Old foundations of building nearby. The footsteps of those in closer range.

The crouched position of one away from them.

Metal digits carved into the ground, and with a labored growl Cara braced her legs and pulled the boulder up. She hoisted the mass of dirt and rock into the air then lurched forward as she shot the projectile toward the assailant.