Knives Out (OS vs GR Skirmish on Ruusan) PM to join

[Sage Bane]

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LOCATION: NEAR RUUSAN HYPERSPACE​

Ambition. The hallmark of Sith culture for centuries. The shadow of the dream that had the power to spread fleets across the spray of stars, to coax servants into killing their masters, and to drive men to near madness. Men such as Sage Bane. Ambition ran like poison through the young Sith Knight’s veins. Sage had been plucked from the bonds of slavery by his Master, [member="Matsu Xiangu"], now the Empress of Coruscant, and rigorously trained in the dark arts of Sith illusions. Before the One Sith found him, the former glitterstim addict used to crave nothing but the sweet dullness of utter oblivion. Sobriety, a taste for blood, and one monstrous Vong biot later, Sage craved…everything.

One of the Voices of the Dark Lord himself, [member="Darth Carach"], had given Sage’s initiative more than tacit approval. A smirk crossed his face as Sage imagined the flimsiplast order hastily signed on the naked back of some young Force ingenue. The operation’s premise was simple. Sage would lead One Sith forces, along with the help of some of the One Sith’s most promising Masters, Knights, and Acolytes to the Republic world of Ruusan, a valued world known for containing one of the most powerful force nexus in the galaxy, the Valley of the Jedi. Just like they had done on Dorin and Cularin, the One Sith aimed to continue the ruthless purge of Jedi assets, artifacts, and buildings. A prime target would be one of the Jedi Order’s renowned Academies. One Sith slicers lead by his brother, Cryax Bane, had found one that was said to be in the midst of a rebuilding effort. Sage decided to call it Operation Drop Out. He liked to think that his Master [member="Vrag"] would enjoy that one.

Standing with his pale, thin arms folded behind his back on the bridge of his Subjugator-class Assault Ship, Arcana Obscurus, as it shimmered out of hyperspace, the Sith Knight, stared pensively out at the trio of moons of Ruusan, dubbed the Three Sisters. In a steely tenor, he began to give his men orders to prepare the dropships for descent. For this operation, the Knight wore his usual black cloak over armorweave clothing. Most dura and plexisteel armor was too bulky for his preferred Ataru lightsaber form, and he needed sleeves that would allow his amphistaff arm to tear free from them when it broke from its banelith masquer as it was sure to do in the midst of battle. On his gear belt were clipped two items: one his lightsaber, and the other, a wooden focus imbued with powerful Sith magic.

The klaxons blared, signaling the forces that the drop ships were ready to take the Sith Knight and his cadre of Sith Acolytes dirtside. Just as Jedi spirits had once been freed from the Valley, Sage and the One Sith would free the Jedi of their valuable impedimenta.

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OOC Stuff

Not too many rules here. The thread is meant to be a story-driven PVP skirmish primarily, not a full-scale invasion. NPCs are ok if they are background noise or flavor. The main focus of this thread will be a Sith attack and attempted destruction of the main Jedi Academy, but your character can start anywhere near it, perhaps a Republic spaceport or somewhere else like a base. As the thread goes on have your characters converge on the Jedi Academy. Acolytes or those without a ship are welcome to travel down on Sage Bane’s dropships.

Remember to develop your character, PM your fellow writers if there are any questions or concerns, and most of all HAVE FUN.

TLDR version:

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  Skirmish is invite only (PM me pls)
  
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  NPCs allowed (just don’t go crazy, you bloodthirsty heathens)
  
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  Take your time getting to the main location and tell a story
  
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  PM your fellow writers with questions or concerns
  

OOC thread is here

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Please mark tags with the below:

Objective:
Location:
Allies:
Enemies:

[member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Zylah Dvale"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Viktor Noali"] | [member="Melori Raaf"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Saiah"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Valdra"] | [member="Kerstas"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"]​

 

[Darth Timoris]

Objective: Destroy the Jedi Academy before they do
Location: On-board her Sicarius Class Infiltrator
Allies: tbc
Enemies: [member="Zylah Dvale"] (claimed)
Theme: Shake the ground

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viMn4BNlm3I

‘This is the end of control!!

I won't do what I'm told
I will break you down
Take you down
Shake the ground...’

She’d been denied a gratifying defiling of Jedi property on Tython given the Jedi had abandoned it some time previously and the former Jed’aii temple she’d chosen to destroy was little more than cardboard shacks.

But the Academy on Ruusan was different. So what if they planned to redevelop it themselves? The Sith could save them some builders costs by doing the demolition without the need for bulldozers.

She knew her eldest sister had an affinity for the place – and if the rumours coming from the Jedi Shadow strike on the Assassin’s base were true, she wondered if she’d see her here. As the ship closed in on the Valley of the Jedi, she felt something familiar and her worst fears were realised. It was entirely possible her sister was still part of the One Sith, here to level that Jedi monstrosity.

But in her heart she knew it to be a lie. [member="Taeli Raaf"]'s jaunt around the galaxy had only gone as far as Ossus it seemed. Could she face her and beat her? Of course not – but she’d make sure she inflicted as much damage and pain as she could along the way. And of some poor defenceless Padawan crossed her path? She’d crush them.

As she caught sight of the building, she knew the intelligence that it was a shell of a building was true. But there were bound to be some Jedi to play with, weren’t there? Where her eldest sister was, others were sure to be too.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: I guess technically protect the place, even though remodeling is in the near future regardless
Location: Inside the Ruusan academy building
Allies: [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Relit Vandal"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
Enemies: [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Kerstas"] [member="Saiah"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Viktor Noali"] [member="Tanek Santii"]

Well to say the academy on Ruusan had seen a lot of action would be an understatement. It was still just a shell of a place of learning and training and all of what went into being a Jedi, but who didn't like touring the place again to get an idea of what they were going to do in the remodel. Taeli had a few ideas as she walked around, small geo survey droids whizzing around the place and sending back the place's building plans so they could at least use them as a base.

She was of the mind to just level the area and start from scratch, just completely redo everything. New facilities, new training grounds, new dormitories, new everything really. Luckily, if there had been anything of importance to the Jedi Order, it had been moved to other locations long ago and just quietness filled the place.

A twinge in the Force caught her attention . . . then another. Oh good, they had guests arriving and then her stomach dropped. Melori was with them, oh just . . . lovely.

"So does anyone else want to use the Sith to save on demolition costs?" she asked into her comlink, making sure her lightsabers were clipped in their appropriate spots, her main by her right hand and her shoto in its hidden back holster.

 

[Aela Talith]

Objective: Find out the Academy is being Attacked
Location: Ruusan Spaceport
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: Sith!

Aela sighed slightly.

“Micah!” She called out to her younger brother, her hands covered in an odd sort of nut butter that she had found spread halfway across the counter in the kitchen of the Rising Tide. He was always so messy, could never clean up after himself, something that was unacceptable on her ship. Micah would have to learn to clean up after himself. “Micah!”

She yelled again. Aela was entirely sure that he was off running around in the spaceport somewhere, most likely exploring this place. Ruusan was a small pilgrimage for them, something to see. She was eighteen now, old enough to babysit and old enough to travel all by herself. Micah usually tagged along, so did Kaili and Maleah for that matter, as well as some of the others.

Ruusan had been a chosen location because of the history the planet held, it had been a place of wonder, and half worship for all those who followed the lightside.

That was why they were here, and that was why truthfully, Aela didn't really care about the peanut butter. She was happy to be here, she was happy to research history, and she was happy that finally, they were gaining drive. She smiled slightly, stepping down the ramp of her ship and wandering into the spaceport proper. Her bright orange eyes scanned the crowd, looking for her little brother and his peanut butter sandwich.

 

[Micah Talith]

Objective: find out the academy is being Attacked
Location: Ruusan Spaceport
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: Sith!

"Vat?!"

The half mumbled half mockingly annoyed sound of Aela's brother would call up to her. There he was, about three meters away in the spaceport with the villainous nutbutter sandwich in hand. Bright amber eyes would dance in notable mischief. He was a man nearly grown, almost his father's two meter height -- just not quite.

He wore his usual armor, light saber hilt at his hip, and a dark green cloak. A new addition were his tashi knife, poncho, and amulet. A new whip was added, along with a trusty vibroshiv.

"Oh did yoo vant one?" He asked innocently, nutbutter sticking to his cheesy grin.

For a fifteen year old, he sure acted like a kid.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Objective: Seek a worthy opponent
Location: Fury-Class Interceptor
Allies: Them One Sith
Enemy: [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Blacker than the dead of night, completely void of light except the stars. This was how Darth Valdra, formally Hakora Feanor, viewed space. It was a peaceful view to him, to be cut off from everything leaving him and the Force alone. He wondered what the Force thought of his joining the Sith. Sure it had been months, but it still lingered in his mind. He had been a member of the Order of the Grey which was destroyed in the First Battle of Alderaan which felt like eons ago. Then he had served as a Jedi Shadow....well served is a strong word since no one seemed to like him there. This led to him training with the Mandalorians and then joining Vitae Alliance where once again he was merely a servant to another.

Always a servant, never a Master, until the Sith. Valdra's hatred for Vitae Alliance and always treated as a servant led to his partial fall. While he was still Grey in alignment, he had joined the enemy he had always trained to destroy and he did not regret it. A young Sith Knight, [member="Sage Bane"], with ambitions that amused Valdra sought a small army to challenge the Jedi. While Valdra had no intentions of playing servant to the Knight or demolitioneer for the Jedi, he did come seeking a fight worthy of his joining. For whatever reason he always missed the big battles and never got to test his combat prowess, but today he would. He could feel her,a Jedi Master for sure. A smile crept across his face as he felt that familiar signature he had felt once before.

Valdra would still be a loyal Jedi if it wasn't for her and so now he would make her pay dearly by harming or even killing a member of the Raaf family. With senses as tuned as his, he knew he was not wrong that a member was down there. His bloodlust for her would stretch to the planet signalling the fight to come. Well, less of a signal and more of a courting or invitation to the dance that they would have. Little did Valdra know this Raaf he had met before, she was the very Raaf who had been a Sith Lord and helped Hakora join the One Sith in the first place.

 

[Kerstas]

Objective: DESTROY! BUILD! DESTROY! ...er, I mean, assist the Sith and find glory! ((And all that other nonsense))
Location: One of Bane's drop ships
Allies: [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Melori Raaf"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Kerstas stood within the dropship, gripping the handles tight enough to render her knuckles near-white. This would be her first skirmish, and she was excited. Her training saber, cranked to maximum level, was clipped to her belt and underneath her robes she wore as little and as light of armour as she could get away with. As always, though, her arms were bare down to her elbows, where her gloves stopped.

The Chagrian looked forward to this. She had never been to Ruusan, but that wasn't the main thing; oh no, it was the fact that this would be the first time she would ever face a Jedi -- if she was lucky, that is. The girl shifted on her feet. She couldn't begin to imagine what her Master, Darth Shojo (aka [member="Sawa Ike"]) would think if the Acolyte managed to wound or even kill a Jedi.

Unlike most Sith, Kerstas was not bloodthirsty. That didn't mean she was opposed to killing; rather, she didn't see the sense in needlessly killing anything that dared to breathe. That being said, the girl had no love for the Jedi and saw the death of one as akin to the extermination of vermin.

Suddenly she heard the blare of saxons, and the Chagrian Acolyte grinned. The curtain call had sounded, and soon she and her fellow Sith would put on an exquisite show.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: Defend the Academy
Location: Outside the academy
Allies: Fellow Jedi
Enemies: One Sith

Travot strolled among the grounds of the Academy of Ruusan. It was hallowed ground for the Jedi, though from time to time, Sith and darksiders had come to tarnish it. The large man had never been to a Force Nexus before, and so far, this one was not disappointing him. He had never felt that his connection to the Force was this strong before, though he knew it would fade again once he left the world. But here he was, walking on the grounds where nearly a hundred Sith and Jedi died thousands of years ago. His eyes glanced up to gaze upon the magnificent carvings of the ancient jedi, but then his comlink began to buzz as he heard [member="Taeli Raaf"]'s call. At first, it puzzled him, but he felt a forbidding presence snaking into the valley, one he had not felt since Telti.

Apprehension briefly seized at him as he recalled his last torturous battle against the Sith. But there was something about the presence in the Valley of the Jedi that allayed such frenzied fears. He closed his eyes, meditating on those who had come before him to fight against the Sith. In a way, their deaths had made them immortal. Even if he were to die today, he would join them in the Force. But his eyes fluttered open once more as he grasped the cold hilt of his lightsaber that dangled from his utility belt. He briefly swept his hands across the weapons festooned to his belt, including a worn flechette pistol and a pair of Dazzle grenades taken from the Academy armory. None of it was particularly hardhitting, but still their presence comforted him. But I will not die today...The large man began to stride back to the Academy to defend it against further Sith incursions.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: I guess technically protect the place, even though remodeling is in the near future regardless
Location: Inside the Ruusan academy building
Allies: [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Relit Vandal"] [member="taeli raaf"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
Enemies: [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Kerstas"] [member="Saiah"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Viktor Noali"] [member="Tanek Santii"]

Dair had flown his personal fighter to Ruusan, Blizzard. He stored it in a hangar at the main starport and took a transport out to the academy grounds. He was here to help with the planning and renovating of the academy. The Jedi Starfighter corps had just restarted and this place would be an excellent place to house a training facility. They would need to plane out a section to use as runways and hangars. They'd need to have dormitories nearby to house potential pilots and classrooms. They would also need a place to house control facilities. Normally such control facilities were housed in a tower, but Dair knew that technology had developed enough to house such control facilities underground. Despite his size, he always preferred to house things protectively, and towers were far more susceptible to assault than underground bunkers.

"So does anyone else want to use the Sith to save on demolition costs?"

Dair paused in his musings and looked over toward the main campus, where he knew Taeli was. They were on Ruusan, any Sith force would have to go through Republic space or go a long way around to get here. However, Taeli knew the Sith far better than he, and the little he knew of her didn't extend to her having a sense of humor where the Sith are concerned. He focused on his sense of the force. At the edge of his consciousness he could feel a mass of darkness approaching, though he couldn't pick out individuals quite yet.

Dair took off at a run towards the main campus. He didn't know how many, but he knew that something dark was coming and Jedi fought best when they could support one another. Only a few moments had him within sight of Taeli and others in the group. As he ran, his lightsaber came into his hand, though he didn't ignite it yet. He approached Taeli.

"I can feel a darkness approaching...but are you sure it is Sith? They would have had to cross Republic space to get here..." He asked Taeli. She could see that he was taking her assumption seriously, already he was reaching into himself and drawing the calming cold of winter around him.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Ruusan, Teraab Sector - Jedi Enclave[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khal leaned against his seat, eyes closed and just enjoying the sensation of the tea running past his tastebuds. Most of the days he just settled on water or hard booze, there wasn’t really a middle ground to go at in that regard.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So to do something differently? Ain’t nearly as bad as he had first expected.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Ya know, I could get us-” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The sentence would have to be cut short, because of that annoying premonition thing that preceded the noise of running boots and a little padawan peeking her head into the office proper.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“M-master Truden, Sith! We are being attacked!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khaleel would meet Kana’s eyes and raise an eyebrow. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Seems we got a party to attend to.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Underlord would raise himself from his cushion, offer a hand to Truden and raising her up. He didn’t have any weapons with him, no revolvers, lightsabers or anything that would have made him more comfortable on the fields of battle. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Just him and the Force.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [/SIZE]

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective: Protect the homestead!
Location: My damn clinic!
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], right?

The enclave on Ruusan was a small one. Around fifty people all of which were familiar faces to the healer one way or the other. Everyone around here, from the smallest of younglings to the toughest of knights had come by her clinic at least once. She was a big part of this operation and she had turned down the seat as headmaster because of it. The life of a healer was for her, administration was not.

Meeting her friend [member="Khaleel Malvern"] for the third time this month she found herself interrupted by the sound of a padawan bursting into her office. Shyon Anin, a young girl no older than perhaps twelve. Blonde braid running down past her shoulder and with a look of worry that made it all seem all the more real.

Kana got up out of her seat without Khaleel’s help. A look that could easily be mistaken for something bitter was shot his way and she shook her head at him. She was perfectly capable of getting up out of her chair in situations such as these. In perhaps a bit too much of a rush she walked over to the child. Kneeling down she placed a hand on it’s shoulder and squeezed with as much of a fake smile as a healer could muster.

Which was pretty much second nature to any doctor.

“I can feel it too.” Kana squeezed the padawan’s shoulder again. “You did good, Annie but I need you. It’s only going to get worse. You need to find Master Barrue. He and I will help get the others out of here.”

The girl nodded.

“Good girl. Now go, and may the force be with you.” Kana rose up and looked to Khaleel as the girl snuck away. “Looks like we have a home to defend.”

She stepped throught the door. “Let’s go.”

 

[Elijah Black]

Objective: Defend Jedi facilities on Ruusan
Location: Inside the Academy
Allies: @Team Jedi
Enemies: [member=Melori Raaf] (claimed)
Theme: Monumental Holiday
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8s3crdh1YM[/media]

Padawan Zylah Dvale had arrived on Ruusan the day before. The Jedi Academy here had seen better days, to say the least. The reason for her visit was to be of whatever aid she could to the Jedi Masters on the planet. Whether reconstruction or demolition was on the agenda, Zylah was here to serve the Jedi Order. When the opportunity had presented itself, she had been quick to volunteer. It felt good to go away for a bit. Of course this wasn't a break. She would be expected to pull her weight, but at least she could work without someone trying to kill her. The young Arkanian half-breed had much to reflect on. Focusing on more physical work might help her focus.

Before leaving Ossus, she had requested 'the usual'. The people in charge of equipment knew her well enough by now. She had been permitted a J-1 interceptor for transport, as well as a lightsaber, until her return to Ossus. Thankyouverymuch. She walked the halls of the Academy, on her way to report for duty to Taeli Raaf. The long, brown robes of the Jedi had been left at her guest quarters. Zylah was dressed in the classic beige tunics and brown boots of the Jedi.

So does anyone else want to use the Sith to save on demolition costs? Taeli's voice sounded over Zylah's comm. "Ehm... What?" she actually said out loud. Her comm wasn't on, there was no one around to hear her. No, seriously, what? Sith? Here?! Oh for kark's sake... She had gone most of her life without ever encountering the Sith. These days it seemed that wherever she went, a Sith showed up. Was there no sating their thirst for chaos? There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no emotion, there is peace.

Zylah hadn't felt it before, but she did now. Storm clouds were gathering on the horizon. A great darkness was approaching. Just as she had calmed herself, she froze. No... It couldn't be... That presence... She knew that presence. There is no emotion, there is peace peace peace. As a Padawan, she was not attuned to the Force to the point where she could single out individual presences. However, this one was different. She had felt it on Telti. More than that, she had felt its lightsaber. Her hand instinctively dropped to the left side of her waist. He had given her many scars, most minor, though this one had cut the deepest. Thank the Force for bacta.

This time serenity did not come easy to her. She leaned against the wall, trying to calm her breathing and clear her thoughts. She felt off her game. It was too much, too soon. The Force was testing her. But she knew very well that there was no other option than to endure and prevail. She hadn't been killed yet. Zylah trusted the Force, and hoped it had a sense of humour. If so, surely it'd keep her alive, only to toss her in similar situations later on. Or perhaps she was guided towards situations such as this one because she could make a difference? There. Zylah anchored her mind on that thought. She could make a difference. She was studying to become a Jedi, a guardian of the galaxy. She was the shield which the innocent could lean on. There was no quitting, there was too much at stake. Almost simultaneously as this realization dawned upon her, she felt the soothing waves of the Force wash over her, as if to assure her that she had reached the correct conclusion. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. Zylah was ready to greet their guests. Welcome to Ruusan, Sith. May your stay be a brief one.

 

[Viktor Noali]

Objective: Population control and landscape redevelopment!
Location: Russan Spaceport
Allies: The Sith
Enemies: The Jedi
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Sith Assassins. Just speaking the name brings certain thoughts, and often nightmares, to the forefront of anyone's mind who happens to have some familiarity with their kind. They were the ones who stalked you through the darkness, preyed on you in your weakest moments and held the blade to your throat while you slept. Suffice to say, Sith Assassins possessed a number of talents. It was these things that had attracted Viktor to the organization in the first place. You could say it came naturally to the Lorrdian. His people had naturally developed the ability to notice the slightest of muscle movements in others during their long history of enslavement, going as far to create a form of communication based on it. The Lorrdian's had also developed the ability to read, anticipate and even mimic others just by studying how they move. Some Lorrdian's even had the ability to mimic another persons voice exactly.

[member="Sage Bane"] had informed him of the planned assault on the Jedi temple several days ago, enlisting Viktor's aid in the endeavor. Without hesitation the Lorrdian assassin agreed. After hiring a freelance pilot and his small crew, Viktor arrived on Ruusan the very next day on board the mans YT-1000. The entire time during the trip Viktor sat with the pilot, a man named Jaasta from Arkania, and engaged him in all types of conversation. He studied the mans intensely, from the way that he moved with a slight gimp in his left leg to the way that he talked and formed sentences. It had came as a rather big surprise upon landing when Viktor proceeded to kill the entire crew, removing the pilots clothing before placing there bodies in large durasteel container in the cargohold.

That first day he took on the persona of Jaasta, dressing in the mans clothing and heading out to scout the area. He had become comfortable with the station layout within the first few hours and had proceeded to scout for a route to the temple. Finding one the that same day which he deemed feasible he returned to YT-1000, ironically named Last Flight, and waited for the rest of the Sith to arrive.

That time was finally approaching. Viktor stood now in the cargo hold dressed in his Assassin Robes, two hidden Assassin Blade's attached to each forearm and his lightsaber clipped to his belt. Looking over the durasteel container, the crew's coffin, Viktor couldn't help but chuckle a bit. People shouldn't be so trusting of strangers with credits.

He had found a large travelers cloak in the captains quarters. It was light and wasn't overly bulky and would conceal most of his Sith attire beneath it while he traveled throughout the space station. As he dawned the cloak he couldn't help but smile. He had been seeking a life of action and thus far the life of a Sith had proven ideal.

The voices in his head had been rather quiet the last few days, allowing Viktor to accomplish the things he had needed to accomplish. It was a strange silence that filled his head at this moment, one he was unaccustomed to yet appreciated nonetheless.

We are here Viktor... We're ready to have some fun! So much fun!

Viktor nodded to himself. The faint whispers in his mind reminded him that they were stil there and very much aware. Dropping himself to his knees, Viktor closed his eyes and began to meditate. He would need all of his focus and all of his strength for this mission. He was not about to head into a Jedi temple unprepared.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Kill Jedi, destroy Jedi artifacts, and ephemera
Location: Dropship down to the surface
Allies: One Sith, [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies: Jedi and most definitely [member="Khaleel Malvern"] and maybe [member="Kana Truden"]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SZ1WpzBr9E[/youtube]​

Sage got quite a bit of guff from his slicer brother about the strange timing of Operation Drop Out. The young Knight supposed he could have waited until the new Jedi Academy was up and running to strike. However, waiting would take time and patience. One was a luxury and the other a virtue, and Sage possessed neither. Even without the Rule of Two, the machinations and scheming of the Sith Knights all jockeying for higher positions within their ranks was at an all time critical level. He needed to strike when the iron was hot, and while Darth Carach was distracted enough with nubile young flesh to sign the paperwork. Besides, there would not be a renovation of the Jedi Academy on Ruusan if there was noone left to order around the construction workers. After Sage got through with it, the place would simply be a mass grave site. And if he died in the name of the One Sith, so be it.

Go down in fame or go down in flames, either way, Sage would make his mark on the galaxy.


Alongside Sage on his dropship, was Sith Apprentice, [member="Tanek Santii"], a young Togruta Force sensitive that Sage himself had plucked from obscurity and delivered to the One Sith for training. When his Master [member="Darth Vornskr"] wasn't making Acolyte Santii's life miserable, the boy was training with him, learning how to make his illusions stronger along with how to manipulate weaker minds into doing his dark bidding. The young Togruta, a tribal hunter, was talented beyond his years, and just like Sage, he had a dangerous mix of eagerness and bloodthirstiness. He was a kindred spirit.

As they descended, Sage briefly outlined his expectations of the Togruta.

"When we land, you will rendezvous with One Sith soldiers and lead them to the Academy. I myself will be going to the Jedi healer's enclave. You are to exterminate all Jedi, from the smallest child to the most withered Elder. And destroy anything that looks like it might contain knowledge or culture. Any questions, Acolyte Santii?"

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: Infiltrate Academy and commit cold blood murder
Location: Stealth Ship
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi Scum

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The Phasma-class Infiltrator slid through the lower atmosphere, cloak enabled to prevent any sensors or early warning systems from catching it as the ship made it's way to the Jedi Academy. Darth Kentarch watched out from the ship's view-port as the ship made a cautious approach towards the temple, looking for anything that could giveaway his position. Scans suggested that this academy was not either fully equipped or had not finished construction. Darth Kentarch could exploit this weakness to infiltrate the academy without raising an alarm.

Eventually the Infiltrator came within visual range of the temple. "Set her down over there, nice and easy." The Sith Lord ordered the droid that piloted his ship, pointing to a patch of trees near the temple. Within moments he was on the ground, out of habit he muted his force signature, then use force concealment, a rare trick that made him completely invisible to the naked eye. He waited for the ship to engage its cloak and fly back out of the treeline into space. He was the only Sith Assassin in this operation that he knew of. Carrying only his two lightsabers, a hidden blade, and one thermal detonator. After waiting several moments the Sith Lord dashed off towards the temple. Kentarch never traveled with the main group, instead he always arrived alone and ahead of the main assault force, he preferred his enemy did not see him coming.

Not soon after his landing the Sith Lord had made his way unnoticed onto the academy grounds. Despite his skill in using force concealment and stealth, he moved from cover to cover and avoided the paths of guards and Jedi who walked about the Academy. Kentarch did not want any accidental 'bump ins' that would preemptively give away his location. Passing through one of the main chambers the Sith Lord glanced about for his first potential target. He eyed some Jedi that looked like a Jedi Guardian, and another who appeared to be some kind of peacekeeper. Tear them apart from the inside. If they discover me and turn my attention to me I will serve as a distraction for the others. If they fail to notice me I can deliver a critical blow whilst they are unaware. He thought to himself.

In the final moments before a kill there was always a surreal feeling in the seconds before he ended a victims life. Stalking up behind the Jedi Peacekeeper, Darth Kentarch's force cloak broke. Clad in black robes, face concealed in a shroud of darkness. His left arm struck out with blinding speed. From under his left palm a hidden blade extended and slammed deep into the Jedi's jugular vein and piercing his throat. No scream, no cry for help, just silent bloody gurgle as the Jedi body hit the floor. The Jedi guardian turn with a shocked look on his face, going for his saber he realized the Sith had the upper hand on him. Kentarch's hand balled into a fist, he punched the guardian hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. As the Jedi keeled forward Kentarch pushed the blade into the man's temple. Like his comrade he fell to the ground in dead silence.

First Blood. He thought to himself. Yet The Sith Lord made no announcement, after ensuring the two Jedi were dead he vanished again using his force cloak. He would wait nearby for some well-doers who would not be expecting an ambush.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Objective: Kill Jedi, destroy Jedi Academy
Location: Dropship down to the surface
Allies: One Sith, [member=Sage Bane]
Enemies: [member=Setzi Lunelle] (claimed)

When Sage Bane had given him the opportunity to partake in this operation, Tanek hadn't hesitated. It hadn't been a question, or even an order. It was entirely up to Tanek. Did he dare step into the fire of battle, or would he choose to withdraw, unwilling to take the risk? They both knew there truly had only been one answer, if he was to call himself Sith. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. This was the path to strength. Only through embracing life as a constant state of conflict could one improve. Inactivity was the death of any Sith. As always, he entered into this conflict with the philosophy that either he succeeded, and lived, or he failed, and was not worthy of life anyway. Just as on Iridonia, the Togruta Sith would follow Sage Bane into battle.

Tanek and Sage had history. Sage was the first Sith he had met, the one that had opened his eyes to a completely different world. All Sage had to do was show him a different path, and give him the opportunity to become something more. What the Acolyte did with that opportunity, whether he'd prove worthy, was something he would have to show on his own. For that opportunity, however, Tanek would be eternally grateful. If nothing else, he respected the man greatly. Since then, Sage had shown him many things. Tanek had always been impressed with how he subdued his enemies without the need of a physical weapon. At every opportunity, he had sought to draw this knowledge out of him. Perhaps he'd find a suitable victim to put this knowledge to the test.

Tanek stood next to Sage. He was wearing the same outfit as he had on Telti. Black Sith robes, with simple light armour plating on his front, mainly covering chest, stomach, thighs and his shins. It might help him absorb the hit of a blaster bolt, a few hits from a melee weapon, though it would not hold its own head-on against a lightsaber. It was in moments such as this, right before battle, he felt his connection to the Dark Side grow strong. It made him focused, cold and calculating.

Tanek listened to his orders. They would split up, he noted. This was good. This meant Sage trusted him to execute his will on his own. Of course, he wouldn't be the only Sith assaulting the Academy, but still. The message was received, loud and clear. Tanek had no qualms about executing it. He would allow no one to stand in his way. He would show no compassion. Man, woman, child, all would perish today. "Nothing will be left standing. No one will be left breathing." Tanek assured the Knight. He wasn't much of a talker. His statement was true for the most part. If there was anything that looked liked it might contain knowledge, he might claim it for himself. Though he didn't expect the Jedi teachings to hold much value for him. However, his studies had revealed that Jedi liked to hoard Sith artefacts and holocrons as well. This was to prevent them falling into what they considered to be the wrong hands. Perhaps irony was on his side today. He had no further questions. The task was clear. Whatever challenge awaited him on the surface, he would overcome. Sage Bane would have his victory. Tanek would prove that his trust was not misplaced.

 

[Isar]

Objective: Kill the halflings
Location: Valley of the Jedi
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic, [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear:

Spoiler

• Chain Whip Lightsaber
• Gauntlets
• Clay Totem
• Wood Totem
• Brassvine Seeds
• Acid Root Seeds
• Cacta Bush Seeds

A meteorite roared through the atmosphere of Ruusan. The hunk of metal plowed into the earth and left a two meter wide furrow. The sudden cacophony of noise fell abruptly silent, save for the slow hiss of receding flame. For a minute, nothing stirred, then one section of the meteorite flew open with the loud hollow ring of metal-on-metal. A dark shape hopped out of the glowing metal, obscured by tendrils of smoke.

Warok waved a furry paw and hacked up a lung.

"Stupid drop pod," he complained to the spirits, "Always break."

Still, he was alive and that was something. He stared around at the craggy surface, deep-set eyes narrowing. Now to find some civilized savages to slay.

The Ewok meandered away from the empty shell of his drop pod. He shifted the weight of a dark metal chain so that it hung like a bandolier across his body. Sunlight glinted off the gauntlets he wore. These his only two bits of technomancy. Footwraps up to his shins hid slender pouches filled with seeds. The soil here did not appear arable and he grimaced at it, but he excelled at forging life from death. Some would call his ways twisted and unholy. Fools. They did not understand resurrection.

Setting out at a jog, Warok began his long trek.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Objective: [Assist the Sith]
Location: [Transit to Academy]
Allies: [Sith]
Enemies: [Jedi]

[Theme]

"Yes, Master."
They rose from their positions, the twins were almost inseparable, and more-so on a spiritual level. Their Force Meld was an innate ability that had been present since birth. The circumstances of their conception and childhood had grown a strong bond between the two, and what one felt so did the other. It was why they stuck so closely on operations. It was dangerous for them to work apart.

But their master wished them to gain in strength, and their service to the Sith had not yet been complete. Sabik began to grow increasingly suspicious of the arrangement they had with the Sith Lord before them, seemingly dominant and all-powerful. He was a hulking mass of muscle and might. An armory in of itself was arrayed around his belt with every conceivable weapon sheathed.

Their master was a former Jedi Councilman, and specialized in the study and training of exotic weapons and forms. Sabik brushed aside his worries of his service to the Sith and took his orders. Raya would not be accompanying him on this mission, and Sabik left the destroyer alone. As he wound his way through the corridors he did not feel alone for he could still feel the presence of his brother. However estranged they may have grown over the years, he was still a warm comfort.

His hand gently stroked the hilt at his waist, and it was not his own lightsaber. It was that of a powerful Jedi he had defeated in battle two years ago. He still recalled that battle in his nightmares. The mud and crimson pools, the bloodcurdling screams. The gasp as a boot was slammed against his abdomen. The images in his mind were all too raw.

He still felt like the lightsaber did not belong to him, that he was not worthy. He had won it fair, he had, for quite some time, thought to have killed that Jedi Knight. He would be proven wrong, and suffered the consequences of his failure. Even if he was not worthy of the lightsaber he could not replace it lest he defeat another Jedi. He had no way of making his own, and their master refused to teach them.

He used such excuses that they were not true Sith, nor Dark Jedi for that matter. They were neither light nor dark, good nor evil. They were just another pawn in the grand scheme of things. If Sabik desired a lightsaber he had to earn it on his own. Before he knew it he was stepping into a droship that would taken him down to the surface of Ruusan.

 

[Joy]

Location: Jedi Enclave
Allies: Brat Brad Pack
Enemies: Sith

Brad rolled his shoulders and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He'd got his gym pump on. Blood vessels rippled through biceps and forearms, starkly visible in his sleeveless-t. The bench-prodigy had just finished a set of curls and admired the way his tanned skin gleamed with sweat.

"Top that, Shatterstar," he thought, flashing a smirk. He subtly checked his teeth for kale debris from his pre-workout. He found nothing but white.

The walking legacy bent down to pick up the bar, when suddenly the alarm klaxons blared. Fear stabbed through Brad like a hot needle, or would have if he hadn't been a cool and collected Skywalker. Skywalkers didn't know fear. They excelled in the Force. Just like him.

He glanced around nervously. The cold sweat now rolling down his back had nothing to do with the workout. He scrambled to find his lightsaber, fishing it out from beneath his towel, and sprinted toward the enclave's entrance.

Brad wanted to know who was messing with his gains.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Murder and Mayhem
Location: Sith Vessel in Orbit Destination Starport
Allies: [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Kerstas"] [member="Saiah"] [member="Viktor Noali"] [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Relit Vandal"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]

Spoiler: Who wants to duel

Still need an opponent Padawan or even Knight if no Paddies are left.

Vengeance stood at the ramp of one of the drop ships as it left Knight Bane's Ship. It had been last minute but Vengeance had heard about an assault on a Jedi Academy and could not even dream of missing such an opportunity. Vengeance lived for the thrill of the kill. He called out to the pilot of the drop ship.

"I want to be on the ground yesterday." "There are a lot of Jedi that need killing and an Academy that I intend to burn to the ground."

The pilot nodded putting it in full throttle once they cleared the ship into open space. Vengeance's grip on the hand rail tightened to the point of his knuckles turning white. Bloodshed was the only thing that kept him from going completely insane. Ever since the death of his father by assassin's with unknown affiliation he had dedicated his life to hunting down and killing anyone tied to that attack. Plus a half dozen more who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Sir 30 minutes out."

He thoughts interrupted by the pilot. Vengeance nodded a smile creeping on his face as he closed his eyes taking a deep breath.