Dominion Give The Crazies A Big Gun: BotM Dominion of Empty Hex West of Rhand

[Maestus]

Maestus grunted to Alars Keto as she passed him and he nodded. She looked down the hall, scowling at the droideka. Studing the shield it used, an idea formed. She looked to Alars Keto and The Mongrel .

Have anymore grenades or anything? get them behind that droideka's shield. If that doesn't work, I have a back up plan.

She back away from the tunnel a few meters, looking up and then to the sides, down the tunnel. She was calculating something, that was obvious. But what insanity did the Lethan have on her mind now.

Whatever it was, they had to do it quickly. The blast hole in her arm was drowning her in pain, which served to stoke her rage. Which typically led to her doing something terribly reckless and dangerous.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Silent contemplation. It was a task that Lirka had grown well accustomed to in these recent years. For it was the other side of progress's coin, for where one side stood fiery change, the other stood as callous plotting. The Maw had offered her much, and the Dark Mistress of Rhand already had begun to enact her dark desires upon that world. Industry slowly churned, all in service to the grand, eternal, paradox of the Dark: Destruction by Creation. That is where the Sephi's mind had laid for some time now,

And so did the glowing holographic display in front of the Sephi expose it's true intention: a massive orb of blue that twisted and turned with a swipe of her armored hands. Upon first glance, it may have seemed to be a planet, a moon? Another world to conquer, to scour for materials as the war engine of the Dark demanded more sacrifice? But as it twirled, it's true nature began to grow all the more obvious. The lining of trenchworks and machinery, mighty weapons batteries lining it's sides, but as it continued to turn the true horror dawned. A great maw sat at the center, an hungry mouth with four great teeth ready to plunge into a world. While a dozen other fiends would simply create another planet destroyer, Lirka's mind had birthed something far more foul. A tool to not just destroy a planet, but consume it. Render it down to nothing but raw materials to be remolded to the whim of it's heinous mistress.

But alas

Schematics and plans were nothing but dreams. The bureaucracy of mindless "cooperation" stayed her feet, whilst she would work alongside the likes of Zachariel Steelblood and Darth Solipsis in the name of simple and cold efficiency, she felt no love for either man. Tools. Obstacles. Another hurtle standing in the way of all kneeling before her grand designs of annihilation, and this dreadnought had become the most grandiose example of her curse. All these buffoons throwing in their own machinations and ideas, when Lirka knew that this pile of scrap was the ultimate tool to begin the production of her Devourer of Worlds. Letting loose a mixture of a snarl and a sigh, the Sephi let her eyes linger upon her holographic dreams. Her true eyes, for once not hidden beneath the emotionless helm that she had always worn.

But the summons of Solipsis called, and she had already ignored the request (as if the one and only Lirka Ka would ever listen to anything that resembled an order) long enough. Grabbing her helmet and attaching it with a pneumatic hiss. The hulking creature of metal rose and began to make her way to the bridge, of course, entirely unaware of the exchange happening.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 1
Objective: Snakes on an Asteroid
Location: On a ship outside the Asteroid
Equipment: Mind Crown | Hooded Black Long coat | Black Ancient Sith armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | X10 Hypo-syringes | X4 Daggers | Liquid Delirium | Many Explosives | Pack of Death sticks
Tags: Maestus | The Mongrel | Alars Keto

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Tegan sat aboard a small stealth fighter and had been watching as the brotherhood of the maw entered the asteroid base of the pirates. An asteroid base in an asteroid field was a great idea though a bit cliché and played out she thought to herself as she monitored various coms, hud feeds, and social media posts from the Maw fanatics. As well on another onboard computer the diminutive figure played chess like strategy game. As she was listening to all the various feeds, she had streaming to her, a comms call to her.


“Demeezz bo treeza Yuira”


“Keezx.” Tegan answered back wondering what the blithering idiot want she already knew who he was, as he had introduced himself a little over fifteen minutes ago. “Finitez cetez detox?” She finally asked after letting him linger for a few moments. Of course, he wanted to know what the plan of action was being a pirate and all and see his fellow pirates getting slaughtered.


Tegan had contacted a pirate on the inside of the base the one she was now talking to Yuira. It wasn’t hard for her to get in contact with someone on the pirates side given, her deceased husband had been a pirate. Un top of the fact all three of her children were involved in piracy to some degree. Just a few name drops of some very important people in the criminal underworld involved in piracy and you could always find someone to talk to. It just so happened to be Yuira a Rodian who was fluent in Bocce.


Yuira continued stammering and yammering like an idiot about how the base was under attack. It took him a minute and he gave Tegan a low-level security code for the asteroid that would give her access to the pirate’s comms and a few of there camera feeds. Yuira was under the impression Tegan was on their side given her ties to the pirate world and the pirate code.


After he turned them over, she switched off the game she was playing and remotely access their security features at least the few Yuira had access to. She then turned her comms to Maw channels. “Pirates comms are now being feed to secure channel Zeta. If you have access to any holodevice camera feeds for a few specific areas in the Asteroid complex will be streamed on Iota Mu Rho feed.” Her voice was oddly sweet and not at all intimidating. Most of the Brotherhood had no idea who Tegan was or her alter ego Darth Sokar. Evan after the Mar'Zambul attack she had kept mostly to herself playing her own little game.

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Deep Space, Pirate Fortress
Tags: Alars Keto , Maestus , Tegan Starfall

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So far as The Mongrel could tell, none of the others had seen his lingering weakness. That was good. The marauder reached up to brush the finger bones threaded along his necklace, lost a moment in thought. After weeks of being beaten and bullied by stronger marauders, who stole his food and mocked his frailty, The Mongrel had returned from the battle at Black Spire Outpost a changed man. With his first kills under his belt, he had refused to accept that these others were truly stronger. He had shown them that he was correct by taking their hands and ears.

He could not let himself return to being a victim.

Forcing himself to continue, The Mongrel followed Kryll deeper into the space station, pursuing the retreating pirates to their next fallback position. The narrow corridors gave these outlaws a decided advantage, allowing them to create killzone after killzone, piling up bodies each time before being forced to flee. But the Brotherhood had anticipated this, and it had brought along a solution. The Mongrel smiled as new sounds reached his ears from several adjacent corridors - the tapping of clawed feet on durasteel, followed by shouts, blasterfire, and agonized screams.

They had unleashed the Branchlurkers, and there was no where to run.

This central corridor, however, presented something of a problem; the Branchlurkers would find Maw troops in the way, and the savage beasts would tear apart too many friendlies in their feeding frenzy. That left it up to The Mongrel, Kryll, and the other marauders to dislodge the main position. They could probably fall back and let the warbeasts do the work, but that would look weak, and cost them glory. Besides, the pirates might eventually figure out that flamethrowers and shock weapons could drive the Branchlurkers off. It was better not to give them that chance.

The Mongrel bowed low as Maestus approached, showing her the reverence due a warlord. He noticed her wound, but said nothing; he knew that the pain and rage would only fuel her dark magics. "By your command," he hissed, and fished around in his satchel again. After the success of his homemade ion grenades during the raid on Jakku, The Mongrel had always made sure to bring at least a few along with him; armored vehicles and droids were still the best counter to massed marauders, but with his grenades he could counter such troops in turn.

Rearing back, slid a pair of the ion grenades swiftly along the floor, tiny wheels in their base preserving their momentum as they moved down the corridor. In seconds, as soon as Maestus was ready, the grenades would detonate in a burst of blue-white energy, knocking out the droideka's shields... and quite possibly the droid itself. As Tegan Starfall 's voice came over the comms, The Mongrel smiled. The pirates were fully outmaneuvered now. All that remained was to slowly hunt them through the halls of their own base, bringing them swift punishment.

With the cameras and comms on their side, it would be all too easy.

 

[Alars Keto]

The Mongrel had done it again, proving the usefulness and clever wit he held among the Brotherhood. The scrappy marauder only gained more praise in the eyes of Kryll with each passing moment, such ingenuity bringing down droideka's shield and subsequently disabling the destroyer droid where it stood.

The mad lieutenant slapped the Mongrel across the chest in acknowledgement and nodded his head. The sound of the clever and sweet sounding Tegan Starfall giving access to their network only added another nail to their respective coffin. The end was coming, and they knew it now.

Kryll took aim around the corner and fired his tribarrel once more, leveling those foolish enough to stick out from cover. He left a visceral mess behind in the weapon's wake and returned behind cover with a quick gaze to the Warlord at their side. He waited and watched to see what Maestus would do next.

 

[Maestus]

Today would be a glorious day. Death and destruction would be all that remains in their wake. All in accordance with the plan. Cleanse the galaxy.

As The Mongrel chucked his ion grenades, and took out the droideka, Maestus nodded her approval. She began striding down this tunnel. Then paused and look over her shoulder slightly.

Kill them all. Take what you wish.

 

[Alars Keto]

Nothing more need said. As the Warlord casually entered the broken tunnel and gave the order, Kryll rallied the horde with a blood thirst battle cry. A series of thunderous blows to the chest sounded off like a battle drum. The horde of marauders charged into the fray to the next feeble defense the pirates likely had in place. The walls were closing in now, there was no where to run.

As Kryll entered the next chamber he saw what appeared to be a makeshift command room and a large doorway coming to a close. The lieutenant marched for the doorway violently as his brothers in arms charged, pressing up against against sealed door. Too little too late.

It appeared not all the pirates had left for the next chamber, sealed away out of fear. Some surrendered to the Maw willingly, no longer willing to risk their lives. Fools. The Maw took no prisoners from weak filth, cowardice was punishable by death. Kryll stepped over to one of the pirate captives and pulled him by the back of his neck, bobbing his entire head backward. "Think yer gonna give up? Maybe I ain't wantin' you."

Kryll let his head fall back and swung violently with his Atrisian warblade. The head separated from the pirate's shoulders, a cry followed, "Kill them all! You heard Maestus ! Heed her! Pry that wretched door open." The psychotic marauder kicked the sunken over body, "Wakey wakey!"


Maestus
Gren Blidh
Tegan Starfall
The Mongrel

 

[Cedric Grayson]

It didn't take a genius to discern what the voice meant. The Maw was only a symptom of a greater issue: the galaxy had long been out of balance. The Bogan had reigned for nearly a decade, and even as its dedicated practitioners began to recede, they were replaced with madmen. Where once the galaxy suffered orderly genocides as the hands of the Sith, they would now do so by the chaotic but equally destructive means of the Maw and the Bryn'adul. The mass death of civilization was a food of sorts, and the exile had an inkling as to what it was feeding.

"The Force's will stands against all of this," Cedric gestured all around, from the weapon being constructed just beyond in the void, to the guardsmen that seemed to keen to make sure he had nowhere to go if he decided to make an exit. "The Ashla's voice has been constrained and silenced by all this chaos. Whatever will you follow is that of a hungering beast, the remains of something that was once pure, but has since been defiled. To follow it as you do is to follow death itself, and I'll have no part in that madness."

There were times when a man's resolve was tested, and in those moments of conflict the man would either rise to the challenge, or be found wanting. He would either grow, or crumble. Cedric was unsure as to what this moment meant for him, but his resolve had rarely been stronger. To stare down the face of the Great Enemy in person was something he'd never expected to experience in his lifetime, and yet here he was, and the galaxy remained deafened to its coming.

And yet, despite his resolve and his desire to destroy what stood before him, curiosity found its way to the forefront of his mind. "What?" He affixed Darth Solipsis with an incredulous look. "My father is long dead. You must think me a fool to believe such obvious lies."

 

[Maestus]

Maestus moved, a predator on the hunt for prey. Her eyes keen and sharp as they scanned the command center. As the weaklings surrendered instead of fight with honor, Maestus sneered. She could not abide the weakness displayed. It reminded her of the choice she made not long ago. Execution for being weak.

She scowled at the memory, and lifted her hands. She was standing in front of the door some had escaped through. She pulled the Dark Side into herself. Like inhaling a breathe after being without air to the point of passing out. That's how hard and deep she brought the Force into herself.

Then unleashed it with her will. She was commanding the Force to open the door. To do her bidding and separate the two halves and allow the Brotherhood to finish their holy duty. Her hands shook from the effort she was exerting. Finally, the door started to shimmy and shake. With a final growl, the doors slammed open.

She had to take some deep, gulping breaths before she could move into the next room. She flexed her fingers, and her saber was smacked into her palm.

 

[Darth Solipsis]

"Ah the Ashla. I nearly forgot how devout the Essionians were to the Light. You are mistaken I'm afraid." His right hand move aside in a dismissive manner, "The Force wills it to be, you cannot have light without darkness, good without evil. Ashla, Bogan, it doesn't matter. We are correcting the balance, wiping the slate clean."

A slight chuckle escaped him, his hand opened before the Jedi Master invitingly. "Another inaccuracy. The Mephirium is and is not. There is no other way to describe it. Perhaps I can save you a front seat to the festivities with his return, after all Mar'Zambul was only the beginning. There are so many more worlds, so little time."

It would not be long before Lirka Ka would enter the bridge, he had to cut this reunion short. "I can show you the secrets to taking back Ession, reunite you with your father, and together we can correct the balance. All you have to do.." His hand fell toward the ground, ".. is kneel."

"I will share this with you. It is what your father would have wanted."


Cedric Grayson

 

[Alars Keto]

The doors were open, the path before them revealed. The labored struggle to peel apart the doors evident in the panting and struggled breaths the warlord took. Such was the cost for power, for victory.

The weak were punished quickly, their ends violent and unjust. There were no honorable terms here, no parley, no surrender. Kryll swung the Atrisian warblade, scaffolding the droplets of blood from the stained blade. His eyes narrowed as he advanced on the warpath alongside his brothers and sisters of the Maw.

He looked to his side at The Mongrel and to the front at Maestus . They would power their way through this final obstacle, he could see the bolts dance around them from both sides as the pirates and Maw fired. The defense doing all they could to prevent the horde from reaching reaching final hangar where they would commit to a last stand.


Maestus
Gren Blidh
Tegan Starfall
The Mongrel

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Darth Solipsis | Tu'teggacha | Lirka Ka | Cedric Grayson​

Marching along, Zachariel was soon greeted by the marauder he'd sent forth, directing him to where exactly Tu'teggacha was. Thus, he altered his direction and began heading there. All the while, he simply gazed at the massive ship being constructed, silently laughing as countless people continued to work, suffer, and bow before their betters. All so glorious, and all another step in making the galaxy burn.

Unfortunately, his musings were cut short by the arrival of a messenger. The Voice requested his presence aboard his destroyer, or at least the one he was currently on. Unfortunately, that also cut away from his current plan of speaking with Tu'teggacha about increasing some defenses to the SSD. Sighing with annoyance at the delay, Zachariel altered his path once more, heading towards a shuttle that would take him to the directed ship. Of course he could've ignored the request, but Solipsis had proven useful in the past, at least in regards when it came to enemies. So, perhaps the man had new foes he needed to be informed about.

Mere minutes after he had been contacted, Zachariel was already aboard a shuttle and landing in the directed ship. A simple perk, but very useful, perk of being a warlord. Striding forth from the shuttle and towards the bridge, Zachariel dismissed his Chosen. They left his side, spreading out to garner new information that may be useful to their lord and master. Thus, they garnered favor with him, and gave him new sources of information. All useful in the grand scheme of things.

Stepping out of the elevator, Zachariel soon emerged on the bridge, shortly after Lirka herself arrived. He was greeted by a unique sight, some light side user, most likely a Jedi, confronting the Voice. Only, rather than fighting, they were talking. Eyes narrowing beneath his helm, Zachariel crossed his arms across his chest. Whatever came of the situation, it would be useful.

 

[Maestus]

Maestus led the charge. Her arm hung limply to one side, useless. The pain was terrible, intense. She used that pain to fuel hatred of all things weakness. Her injury was a weakness. One she could ill afford right now.

As they came upon a group of pirates attempting to hold the horde at bay, Maestus grinned wickedly. She slid to one side, out of the way of most blaster fire. She wanted to give the Maw horde clear shots. She pulled her saber out, igniting it through the use of the Force.

By the time Maestus reached the pirates, the Maw brethren had killed each and everyone. She paid the corpses no mind. They were of no use to her at the moment, so onward she went.


Alars Keto
The Mongrel
Kyrel Ren
Zachariel Steelblood

 

[Lirka Ka]

She had grown used to the bleakness of Destroyers, the cold metal of the walls and the thud of her armored boots echoing through the halls with each thunderous step her power-suit took. She had seen a dozen such vessels during her tenure as Moff, the Death of Hope her ever-prized Destroy had ferried her from massacre to massacre, had stood watch as Moridinae was burnt clean. But these were empty memories now, the power she had so carefully built had crumbled away into nothing but scraps and dust, eroded away by the endless march of war. But this time, the Maw had become her chosen tool of slaughter.

The blast doors hissed open, and the bulky form of Lirka stood in the entrance way. Eyes glancing between Cedric Grayson and Darth Solipsis . Her helmeted head betrayed no emotion, except for a signal distorted snort of vague amusement.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Whilst times had changed much since the days Lirka stalked the Galaxy as a blade-for-hire, one thing had never truly been burnt away by the dark's crucible: her dry, half-mocking, humor. A carefully tucked away blade only revealed when amongst the worst company. She stepped forward, moving off to a side corner to let the men discuss. She did not even pay her "fellow" warlord (though she was loathe to even place him on the same ground as herself) Zachariel Steelblood mind as he entered.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

The question hung heavy in the air, and a pregnant silence followed.

This stranger knew much of Cedric, though how and why remained unanswered. Ession was not something particularly difficult to get information on, but his father and the true name he had adopted once declaring himself Dark Lord? This one was likely a holdover from those days. A One Sith sycophant that had survived long past the point when he should have expired. The exile could not be certain of his nature, but that would come in time as all things did.

The silence was interrupted by the arrival of two others. One stood several heads taller than the average man, and was encased in a suit of armor that Cedric thought would have better a starship than a man. There was a similar aura to this one as there was with the Voice, only it was colored with far more violence, and far less subtlety. The other one, a woman clad in plates that were far more pleasing to his senses, was cut from the same cloth. and yet had her differences as well.

The Voice's entourage at best, and an insurance policy at worst.

"Your Voice was just offering me his sales' pitch." He replied dryly to Lirka Ka .

Pride veering on arrogance colored his words as he stared Darth Solipsis dead in his sulfuric eyes. "If you know this much of me, then you'll know that I never bow. Not to the Jedi Council, not to the senate, not to any emperors, and certainly not to you." His time to strike down the Voice had passed, but he'd learned much in a relatively short time.

Now he only needed to buy time so that he might formulate an escape plan. "You were one of the One Sith, weren't you?" He half asked, half demanded. "One of my father's servants? No, one of his rivals perhaps?" He paused for a moment, and shook his head. "It does not matter. What's stopping me from killing you and putting an end to this crusade. Your guards and your friends here would likely run me through after the fact, but they couldn't stop me from getting you. It'd be a worthy end."

He glanced out toward the void, eyes darting across the weapon just beyond the transparisteel. There. That was plan enough.

Zachariel Steelblood

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Deep Space, Pirate Fortress
Tags: Alars Keto , Maestus , Tegan Starfall

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The marauder horde, The Mongrel reflected, was much like the ocean. There had been an ocean on the planet where he had been reborn, the haven where his people had sought refuge from the conflicts of the galaxy... until the Brotherhood had found them anyway. And in that ocean, pulled by the power of the planet's moon, there had been vast waves that crashed against the beaches. Sometimes the waves only came a little ways up the beach, and the tide was low... but any who assumed that meant they would stay restrained, who built their sand castles just a little further up the beach, would soon learn their error.

Eventually, the crashing waves would rise and wear down everything.

Marauders hurled themselves at the pirate defenses again and again, smashing into them and wearing them away. There might be a moment's pause, even a brief withdrawal to gather strength after being briefly repelled from one hardpoint or another... but they always came back to crash against their enemies again. The pirate sanctuary rapidly became a charnel house, strewn with the bodies of its defenders. The Branchlurkers, fully sated after gorging themselves on countless outlaws, had to be herded back to the ships.

At Kryll's side and with Maestus leading the charge, The Mongrel helped shatter the last knot of pirate resistance. His scattergun, perfect for these close-quarters engagements, boomed again and again, shredding the flesh of his foes with every shot. With each bang he sent out a reminder, both to those around him and to himself: not weak. Not an easy mark. Not a victim. He was still the anointed of the Dark Voice, the marauder who had stood at every battle the Maw had ever launched, and even a near-mortal wound would not hold him back.

Soon, nothing stood in the Brotherhood's way save piles of corpses. The foolish thieves had been rapidly exterminated. All that remained was to recover what they had stolen. "Bring in the slaves," The Mongrel said into his commlink. Why waste the time and energy of valuable marauders when pathetic captives could find and retrieve the crates of stolen goods? "We will finish the hunt for any survivors." For although the pirates' resistance had been utterly broken, the last of the fools might still have found places to hide...

 

[Darth Solipsis]

"I am no servant, nor am I of the One Sith. Your father showed me the path to freedom, it is only natural I offer the same hand." He sneered loudly, "Although.. this meeting must come to a close, I've rather enjoyed our debate and chatter but we have a galactic genocide to plan and your continued defiance no longer amuses me."

With the arrival of Zachariel Steelblood and Lirka Ka to the bridge blocking the way, and the Palatine Guard surrounding the area vigilantly, the Voice saw little hope remaining for the Jedi. Alas, he was a Grayson though, and they always found a way. He would never underestimate that fact.

His hands rose forward and his face scrunched up under his facial covering. "A worthy end indeed when you break before my feet." Red sparks leapt to life from his fingertips, they danced forth rushing to kiss Cedric Grayson with ferocious intensity. A terrible gaze hung over the Jedi Master as the Voice of the Maw kept up the crimson assault of Sith Lightning.

 

[Alars Keto]

The deed was done, the pirates had fought to the last man against the unending tide that was the Brotherhood. With Maestus at the helm they had been victorious yet again, the beasts of war from Lao-Mon showcasing their fiercesome prowess here today as perfect weapons of war, and the ingenuity of The Mongrel time and time again.

"You heard the Mongrel! Fan out, double your search. Make use the hangar here, I want 'eerybody eyes peeled. Nobody steals from the Brotherhood of the Maw." With slaves incoming and the marauders on the search for survivors hiding within the structure, the lieutenant followed in line and immediately headed out to ensure they were all dead.

" Tegan Starfall , do you have eyes on any strays outside the base?"


Maestus
Tegan Starfall
The Mongrel

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Deep Space, Pirate Fortress
Tags: Alars Keto , Maestus , Tegan Starfall

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It was only a matter of time now; there was nowhere left for the pirates to go. The asteroid base was not large enough to hide for long. It had been designed never to be found, and that defense had been all but instantly stripped away by clever Maw scouts. Nor was escape even a remote possibility. All of the hangars were under the Brotherhood's control, and even if a gang of outlaws found their courage and managed to seize one of the dropships, it would never make it past the fleet waiting at the edge of the asteroid field.

Yes, it was only a matter of time before the pirates were all killed, and that time was rapidly ticking away. The asteroid hideout was of no use to the Brotherhood; as soon as the slaves finished recovering everything that had been stolen, and gathering up whatever else the pirates had looted over the years, the entire facility would be annihilated. Its cracked-open remains, exposed to the frigid emptiness of deep space, would serve as a warning to anyone who ever came across them: the Brotherhood was not to be trifled with.

Despite the victory, The Mongrel found that he was spent. His whole chest burned with each breath, as though his lungs were full of shattered glass. Yet he still stood tall, showing little sign of his agony. He had proven that even the catastrophic injury he had suffered did not make him any less deadly, or any less worthy of the Dark Voice's blessing. In time his ravaged chest would heal, the scarred flesh fully regrowing over the durasteel plates that now held his ribcage together, his bruised organs regaining their full strength. In time.

For the moment, The Mongrel contented himself with perusing the pirates' spoils. Not everything they had stored up in their base's vaults had been stolen from the Brotherhood. There were heavy weapons and combat adrenals here from factions long vanished, others who had attempted to dominate this empty region at the galaxy's furthest frontier. Among the loot he found a treasure uniquely suited to him: several bandoleers of incendiary scattergun shells. These he gathered up over his shoulder, wincing at the added weight.

"Come, brother," he called out to Kryll. "Take your pick of the spoils of war." He kept his eyes open for a good trophy.

 

[Maestus]

Everything was going as it should. All pirate scum had been killed, or soon would be. The Heathen Horde was collecting the spoils of war. Even Maestus was hunting, but not for typical war spoils. No, she turned and headed back to the command center.

She started accessing the computers, primarily coms and all data logs. She would look these over when off this rock. Curious to see what sort of juicy gossip could be found, filed away for a rainy day. Once all the data had been dumped onto the datapad, she turned and strode back to the hanger.

Her eyes scanned for Alars Keto and The Mongrel . When she caught both their attention, she simply nodded.