The Parliament
Wearing: Chitin of Darth Xiphos
Armed with: Momentary Discomfort
Objective: Set up underground House Io outpost at Hoth.
Xiphos rested in her bed in her main quarters aboard her massive Warship, The Leviathan of Sev Tok. She was alone, save for the crew aboard. The Artificial Mind installed on the ship ran most things.
Her quarters, slightly larger than that of the average crew, but just as Utilitarian were it not for photos of her family placed about.
It had been days since her sons and daughters had cleared out a First Order Outpost at Hoth. The inhabitants had fought brutally to the very end but they had been overwhelmed, and Xiphos had acquired another piece of the Map to Khemost.
She was so close she could taste it. The Lost Treasure World of The Sith would soon be hers...
The Alarm hit and Xiphos got out of bed tiredly, exercised, showered her pale, scarred body, and then put on a black, utilitarian body glove and slipped into her dark blue living Armor and then made her way through the ships passages to her personal hangar.
Along the way, she spotted some of the Organic House Io Citizens doing repairs on a blown out power junction. They spotted her and stood at attention as soon as she appeared.
"Greetings, Matriarch!" one of them said.
"Greetings..." Xiphos said politely. Organic Citizens were circulated in and off the ship, partly to learn how to work together, since many came from various backgrounds and social strata, partly to get hands on experience working with and learning how to fix cutting edge technology, and lastly, to learn the ins and outs of House Io's culture from the Model 1's, first of her children.
House Io had a very different mindset from most.
"Citizen, I see you are carrying a fusion torch." Xiphos said. "If you wanted to kill someone with that device in close quarters, display how you would do it. Try it on me."
The Citizen raised an eyebrow, and then activated the Fusion Torch, ducked low and went for her joint at the top of her thigh to try and disable her, then drive the torch flare up ward.
Xiphos caught the action, neatly side stepped it, then, gently but firmly got his arm around his back, gripping his wrist at a specific point to drop the torch.
"Hmmm, good attempt, but ducking was unnecessary. A straight forward attack to my chest or face would have better served you. Best to aim center mass in close quarters, , especially since the armor makes me a larger target. If you must go low, attacking my leg would have been a far better strategy."
She released him, having not hurt him.
"The next time I see you, attack me without warning, use any common tool you can think of."
"Yes! Thank you, Matriarch!" he said.
"Continue..." she replied.
Xiphos headed to her personal Micro-Warship, The Shadow Bride, and once she was in the cockpit, she lifted off from the deck, to go to the zone being cleared out by the Model 2's, who were busy digging deeper and deeper, adding structural supports to the tunnels they made as they did.
Not even as she neared the surface did she pick up the traces of
Naivia Neryn
, because she was too far away. In any case, despite being well armed, she wasn't looking for a fight, only to oversee the operation
My sons... she called out using her Technopathy as she finally landed. So good to finally be amongst you...
Xiphos stepped off the ship, Lightsaber Spear in hand and headed to the entrance of the excavation, where tools and monitoring equipment were being ferried in.
"Anything strange?" She asked the Nuetralizer Model 2 at the entrance.
"Nothing so far! Why?"
"Got an odd feeling. Keep an eye out..."
"You bet, Mom!" The hulking, skeletal machine replied enthusiastically, saluting.
Xiphos headed into the entrance to survey the work being done...
Armed with: Momentary Discomfort
Objective: Set up underground House Io outpost at Hoth.
Xiphos rested in her bed in her main quarters aboard her massive Warship, The Leviathan of Sev Tok. She was alone, save for the crew aboard. The Artificial Mind installed on the ship ran most things.
Her quarters, slightly larger than that of the average crew, but just as Utilitarian were it not for photos of her family placed about.
It had been days since her sons and daughters had cleared out a First Order Outpost at Hoth. The inhabitants had fought brutally to the very end but they had been overwhelmed, and Xiphos had acquired another piece of the Map to Khemost.
She was so close she could taste it. The Lost Treasure World of The Sith would soon be hers...
The Alarm hit and Xiphos got out of bed tiredly, exercised, showered her pale, scarred body, and then put on a black, utilitarian body glove and slipped into her dark blue living Armor and then made her way through the ships passages to her personal hangar.
Along the way, she spotted some of the Organic House Io Citizens doing repairs on a blown out power junction. They spotted her and stood at attention as soon as she appeared.
"Greetings, Matriarch!" one of them said.
"Greetings..." Xiphos said politely. Organic Citizens were circulated in and off the ship, partly to learn how to work together, since many came from various backgrounds and social strata, partly to get hands on experience working with and learning how to fix cutting edge technology, and lastly, to learn the ins and outs of House Io's culture from the Model 1's, first of her children.
House Io had a very different mindset from most.
"Citizen, I see you are carrying a fusion torch." Xiphos said. "If you wanted to kill someone with that device in close quarters, display how you would do it. Try it on me."
The Citizen raised an eyebrow, and then activated the Fusion Torch, ducked low and went for her joint at the top of her thigh to try and disable her, then drive the torch flare up ward.
Xiphos caught the action, neatly side stepped it, then, gently but firmly got his arm around his back, gripping his wrist at a specific point to drop the torch.
"Hmmm, good attempt, but ducking was unnecessary. A straight forward attack to my chest or face would have better served you. Best to aim center mass in close quarters, , especially since the armor makes me a larger target. If you must go low, attacking my leg would have been a far better strategy."
She released him, having not hurt him.
"The next time I see you, attack me without warning, use any common tool you can think of."
"Yes! Thank you, Matriarch!" he said.
"Continue..." she replied.
Xiphos headed to her personal Micro-Warship, The Shadow Bride, and once she was in the cockpit, she lifted off from the deck, to go to the zone being cleared out by the Model 2's, who were busy digging deeper and deeper, adding structural supports to the tunnels they made as they did.
Not even as she neared the surface did she pick up the traces of

My sons... she called out using her Technopathy as she finally landed. So good to finally be amongst you...
Xiphos stepped off the ship, Lightsaber Spear in hand and headed to the entrance of the excavation, where tools and monitoring equipment were being ferried in.
"Anything strange?" She asked the Nuetralizer Model 2 at the entrance.
"Nothing so far! Why?"
"Got an odd feeling. Keep an eye out..."
"You bet, Mom!" The hulking, skeletal machine replied enthusiastically, saluting.
Xiphos headed into the entrance to survey the work being done...