Here sithy sithy sithy

[Davon Karr]

Spoiler

[member="Rex Cholo"]
[member="Cabur Aranar"][member="Arla Balor"]
[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]
[member="Michael Shado"]
[member="Hype Darkwater"]
[member="Verz Horak"]
[member="Caspian Rekali"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="O'saam Echoy'la"]

If anyone happened to be closely observing the Mandalorian borders they would see a hive of activity. Ships and troops redeployed from the borders with the core worlds to the borders with what had – until recently – been Silver territory. Several echelons of military might were arrayed facing the recently battles.

Would they wouldn’t see was the four stealth ships leave from deep within mandalorian space headed for Korriban. They came out far enough away from the system not to trigger any hyperspace attuned sensors and cruised in careful and slow. The deceleration to find a stable orbit over Korriban was carried out over eight standard hours to drop the chance of detection to almost zero. Ysalmiri were also marvellous creatures.

A small strike team, several in fact, would be getting on the ground to eyeball the situation. Sometimes these things were just best done in person, at least in Davon’s opinion. He would land with a handful of clansmen and anyone else who wished to join him near the Valley of Golg. It had only been days since the Silver retreat so even if the Sith had started reconstruction they would be in the early stages.

OOC/ Do as you please, you don’t have to be with Davon, be nice.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Davon Karr"]

The Mandalorians would find no united, concerted Sith presence. The strategy of the hour had been to appear from nowhere and return to nowhere just as quickly. A few Sith -- [member="Darth Prazutis"], for one -- had moved into various remote ruins for their own purposes: Golg was certainly the most prominent of such sites. Generic labour droids deployed by the Sith had been distributing relief supplies from various donors for some time now, up at Korriban City.

Various members of the Sith Order might be in the system, even at Golg, but most were busy elsewhere, setting up more surreptitious domains than Prazutis had done. The Sith Order did not, as a rule, engage in pitched battle at this time.

Velok, for his part, was not around. He had pressing business on the obscure Caldera world of Svolten.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Deep within the Valley of Golg sat a desolate, empty ruin that perhaps one day would become a grand domain for the Sith. But for now it was nothing more than a ruin a silent as the tomb it was. Darth Prazutis had indeed walked these grounds to inspect the location not long after the Silver Jedi Order made their retreat, but only inspect did he do. They were in the very, very early stages of planning a domain here and at this juncture there weren't even droids or supplies landed, nothing left behind, only a brief surveying group that left long ago with the Sith Lord himself.

Most efforts were concentrated at the populated Korriban City where relief efforts were being made to aid the hurt people who suffered through the orbital bombardment.

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Davon Karr"]

 

[Hype Darkwater]

Hype stood in the cockpit of one of the Orar'uliik stealth ships. He stood stock still, totally silent. Except for the occasional raspy breath, muffled through his helmet filters. He watched the planet grow larger, until it dominated the view. There lay the lair of the Sith, Korriban. The ships moved smoothly into orbit. Hype's trigger finger began twitching. What comes of long use. The habit started after a four day battle with a team of Mercs, a long long time ago. Hype was young, but it seemed ages had already passed by. His head ached. There was so much pain. He closed his eyes, and cleared his mind. The throbbing pain passed. It was now not time to contemplate. It was time to act. Time for his duty to Mandalore.
He turned and walked stiffly from the bridge, but swiftly. It was time to get ready to go down.

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Davon Karr"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Hype Darkwater"]

The man sat in the hanger of one of the stealth ships. His cold silence made certain that he was more or less ignored as he waited to be deployed. His knife slid carefully along the whet stone with a steady 'shick'. The smell of ship fuel mixed with the smell of honing oil as he prepared for the mission.

His plain black and grey armor was simple by comparison to many, clan Cholo's symbol was its only adornment. He put one of his knives in its sheath then moved on to another. There was little else to do at present, eight hours to enter orbit was a long time, though the right decision. He would continue to check his gear and wait, there would be enough activity soon.

 

[dan12x1]

O'saam stood in the quietest part of the ship he could find with his external audio off. If you weren't paying close attention, he almost looked like a statue.

"Coming into range. Prepare for deceleration,"

He'd been here before, in a life long past. Keeping with tradition, he'd spilled blood upon the sands here also. "This is the Black Death," he'd offer on comms, "Preparing to disembark."

 

[Hype Darkwater]

Hype strode into the hangar, noticing, but ignoring its other occupants. His black armor was of such a dull sheen, that it never glinted in the light. He still wasn't clear if they were taking a craft down, or just launching. Hype personally opted for the latter. The former was too risky, a craft would be detected.
He flexed his limbs. All joints were working properly for now. His cough was under suppression as well. Possibly a good sign.

@O'saam Echoy'la | [member="Rex Cholo"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Davon Karr"]