Hush PLease (TSE Dominion of PL-40112-CE-021105 Hex)

[Vesta Zambrano]

HUSHH

​

Objectives

1. Close the Breach: The Rozzum and eldritch horrors, as well as smaller abominations, have crossed the threshold into our reality - under the leadership of Darth Aagenti destroy them or push them back into the tear from which they came, then close the breach to prevent their return and the arrival of much more terrible beings.
2. United Threads: Craft your personal story through this chaos and entwine your story with those of your peers as the Sith Empire retakes PL-40112-CE-021105 back with its small reclamation force.

The last time there had been a soul on the planet known only by its galactic coordinates there had been a fierce struggle for control, one which had ejected the Sith Empire from it's surface for a short time - a loss which would have been a much more crushing blow had it occurred a little later in the war with the New Imperial Order and its allies, but their path towards Bastion had already long since been carved out by now and PL remained little more than a reminder of the failures of the Empire. Still, it was a reminder, and it was one which had added to the growing stain on the Empire's reputation - one of discordant leadership, absent planners, and spiteful plotting.

The Empire was not here today en masse, in fact there were only a select few that had come to the planet - a few acolytes looking to make a name for themselves, a handful of Dark Jedi and Sith that were given the privilege to join the small group on the planet, and a grieving husband and his offspring - for the planet, as it had been since the expulsion of the cult that had occupied it before the Sith Empire's initial conquest of the world, was devoid of any permanent population.

Still, echoes of beings far beyond the understanding of the many lingered along the space where the boundary between realms grew thin - and there was no where that the veil was thinner than on this jungle world. There could be any number of reasons for this and the proximity to the galactic disc was certainly a popular one, but it was far from the largest or even truest reason why. The activities of the cult the Empire had eradicated was perhaps the reason the veil was still thin here, but it was not why it was so incredibly fragile. Darth Prazutis , partner to the late Hailyn , held a secret of his own, in the way of a dual identity with an entity that was not quite so dissimilar from his late spouse. The planet, in its lack of a static population, had been the perfect place for the Sith Lord to retreat to as he had lost control over his other half following the rage and the grief that had shook him to his core. It was the passing of Alekto that the offspring of the two Sith had awoken from their comatose introduction to the stars, and it was his rage that brought his child to him.

It was also his rage that had tore a hole through the boundary that separated this plane from that which held horrors from beyond, and it was this chaos that brought the smaller group of Sith Imperials to the planet - to prevent the beings from escaping, and to shut the breach that threatened to split until the veil was forever open over the planet. Those brought along, who weren't privy to the vulnerabilities of their Shadow Hand, believed they were simply retaking the planet and fighting creatures that had finally managed to cross over from a reality not their own. Others, still, experienced an unfolding story of their own making - sewn together with the rest of those on the planet by the threads of time.

Taeli Raaf Telis Taharin-Zambrano Sylvia Virtos Elle Mors

 

[Elle Mors]

Slow Motion

It wasn't easy getting here - and it had nearly been as hard getting information she needed on the whereabouts of the reason she was even on this force-forsaken planet. Sylvia Virtos, Sylv to Ellie, Rat to the disrespectful rejects at the Sith Academy, had eluded the Sith-turned-Jedi's gaze for long enough, and for a few days now it seemed like things might have stayed that way forever. "That is not going to happen." She had said after the fourteenth consecutive hour of scouring over sliced travel footage, information she had gleaned from an infochant that had been much more willing to take her credits after she'd demonstrated what would have happened to their hands on a steel bar with her own bare hands - a flared temper that, though she needed to get under control to increase her gap from the darker path she had once been set on, managed to get her something in what had seemed like a fruitless waste of her time and money.

She'd never been to PL-what'sit, and she was pretty sure she hadn't heard of it, either, but travel records and footage from various Imperial spaceports had indicated that this was the only place Sylv could have possibly gone to; though for what reason she hadn't the foggiest..

.. At least until she got off the small stealth shuttle she'd traveled to the planet on and was confronted with all kinds of nope.

'It's for Sylv.'

'Do it for Sylv.'

These and other such lines echoed in her head as she wandered from her ride, pushing aside overgrowth and punching the daylights out of anything with more than two arms or legs - or tentacles for a face. Gross.

Not to mention scary.

She'd always liked horror movies, but not for the horror - just for the closeness it had brought for her and Sylv, a closeness she was certainly not enjoying now, and this was definitely infinitely worse than anything she had ever seen in a holofilm.

Sylvia Virtos

 

[Akulak Mantacor]

Objective 1: Close the Breach Collect Samples

This seedling contained the collective biomass that would have made the Selphi smile. Perhaps underneath his goddy mask, he did so, more at the work that laid ahead than the task that needed done. The festering growth of fauna was a mere distraction, he had ignored the pleas of his tools, as they served better as bait than crude instruments. The plan worked brilliantly though, the beasts came to feed, and gave him time to collect, unfortunately his tools were depleted in the process. A mere annoyance, the lifeless being within the transport would do as he commanded it, so the tools mattered little. Unlike the others, the lifeless one knew how to be an effective tool; not like the fleshy beings that called themselves 'soldiers'. No, they were pawns, perhaps even less than that. The spongy mass of a pawn was unrefined, like raw clay, lacking the hands of a master, it was little more than a child's play toy. He desired to mold it, shape it, but that was against stipulations. It was only a mere set back, truly, pawns had a way of disappearing after all.

The wounds from his quarry however dug at him, and soon the Selphi required a bit of rest. Not long, just enough for the flaws in his form to be remade. He crouched low, feeling the wounds across his back open, then just quickly heal over. Now was a time of reflection, as he bid his living eyes shut, releasing his sealed sight for the next target. The third eye searched, desperate for more specimens, though found only carnage within the blood soaked clearing that had served as his workshop. One tool yet lived, a male-human-, it's body still quivering and trembling, it's breath growing ever so slightly weaker. If only it had been refined, it's life would have been saved. "P-Please....help...." It rasped, reaching out a twisted appendage, the plea of a drowned man. But there was no aid to render, only work to be done. "What use is a broken tool?" Akulak mused, bleeding lips speaking behind the golden mask. "To be reforged, or cast aside." He rose to his full height, then strode until he towered over the quivering pawn. He lacked the resources to reform, but there was still yet potential within this one. "This form is weak, but I can still find uses for it." He reached a clawed hand down to the tool, and gave it a new purpose. It just wouldn't live to see it.