Laid to Rest - SJO Kashyyyk Hex Dominion

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: Kashyyyk
Objective: Find Quinlan Vos's Lightsaber and Holocron
Post: 2/15
BYOO

Jakkor walked through the dark and dangerous jungle alone, he had only his lightsabers and the Force as his ally. He had heard many stories of the Jedi Master Quinlan Vos. He was quite unorthodox within the temple, had heard many great tales of his exploits. Jakkor a Jedi of the Old Republic, wished to discover many ancient secrets of both the Jedi and the Sith. He had wished to become the Order's Master of the Archives. He had wished to learn many stories of the Jedi of his time, and of the secrets of the past. This path would not be easy. He would even have to conquer his own demons and face many of the evils that he had tried to run away from, but was he ready. No, he probably wasn't and he couldn't say when. He was even afraid of facing his wife again.

As he walked through the forests he then saw several predatory creatures advance upon him. He went into a defensive stance as he activated his green lightsabers. The beasts snarled as they looked at him. He had felt their intent through the force. It was as if they had been eyeing him like a piece of hungry meat, and he could sense that much. Both of his sabers activated, and so he looked at them. "I am afraid I cannot allow you to use me as food." He said as he waited and then they roared as they circled him, they then striked.

 

[Makari Valeal]

Location: Trandosha
Post: 1/25

He looked at the man with a blank expression as he raised his blaster pistol. He seemed so confident on the outside, but Makari could taste the fear that lingered in the air around him. For months now, Makari had devoted himself fully to training. There were times when he wanted to join his fellow padawans into battle, but Makari knew he wasn’t ready yet. He wasn’t the type to throw himself at an enemy and risk his life haphazardly. He wasn’t a coward, but he understood the value of patience. Soon he would have his time. Soon he would prove his worth, but now wasn’t that time.

The man’s finger was thick with sweat, although he probably wouldn’t know it. Makari looked at him amusingly as he took a step forward.

“So we’ve come to this?” he asked. He knew it was an ironic question because he was the one who had set this man on the path to violence. If his master was here, would she have scolded him because he had done this intentionally?

The man would never know that Makari could have subdued him before he even raised his pistol.

But Makari was waiting for a moment.

Waiting for a sound, so he could go all out, and release what had been building up inside him ever since he set foot on this wretched planet.

There was an anger inside of him that wouldn’t just go away because a few people got arrested.

A message had to be sent so that this history wouldn’t be repeated.

He took another step forward as the man’s finger trembled slightly on the trigger. Once again he spoke falsely, “It doesn’t have to be like this you know.”

The man immediately thrusted his pistol in Makari’s direction with anger. “What do you mean it doesn’t have to be this way?! I trusted you!”

He began to berate Makari for all of the lies he had told in their time together.

Makari could understand his anger. After all, the man had looked at him sort of as a protégé.

All of the inner workings of the slave trade. All of the big-wigs. He had told Makari it all in the month they had been working together.

And now Makari stood before him in the robes of a Silver Jedi, here to arrest him.

How cruel.

 

[Amelia Morvos]

Post: 2/25
Objective: Major Faction contract with the Silver Jedi
Location: Togoria

She had come to Togoria on behalf of her brother, Jorvan Hatha. While they had never seen eye to eye on many things, she was happy that he was finally starting to move in the right direction. According to her nieces, he was home more. According to her spies on Denon, he was spending less time in the streets and more in the conference room. He could be redeemed, she thought, but she knew not to fall for the okie doke too quickly. This wasn’t the first time that her brother had proclaimed that he was turning over a new leaf.

As her personal dropship descended upon the planet, Amelia went over the list for a final time. In addition to the construction projects that were being planned for Togoria, Hatha Industries had also sent a massive supply drop. She had her suspicions that her brother might have collected some of these items in a dishonest manner, but at the moment, she was willing to put that aside as long as these supplies ended up in the right hands.

“Lieutenant,” a voice said from behind her. She looked over her shoulder to find Sgt. Valone staring at her. She was no longer a lieutenant and he was no longer a sergeant, but the two of them still held the Republic very fiercely in their hearts.

For Amelia at least, she had never stopped hoping that it would one day rise from the ashes.

“What’s the matter?” Amelia asked. As Sgt. Valone told her about a problem that had just come up, their dropship landed, and her Old Guard rushed out to the LZ to greet her formally.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: SJ major faction contract
Location: Togoria
Post: 5/37 (writer) 3/5 (Pizza Hutt)

"1500 credits per month"

Togoria being under reconstruction, there will be a lot of available space given the devastation and carnage that took place. Even Terminus is much more expensive and Ugohr knew it. He feels prudent to ask for the amenities of the lease before signing the lease, but the lease of space inside the mall for Pizza Hutt is going to be while the rest of the crew is busy distributing cooked pizzas to the refugee camp alongside Death Star-shaped jars of Vader cookies, potato salads, and the rest of what the team called the works.

"What will 1500 credits per month buyen?"

"What do you mean, what will 1500 credits/month buy?"

"What issa includen into da lease?"

"Round-the-clock HVAC, mall-wide security, insurance is covered: I believe your parent corporation is also in that business - that's why we can offer 1500 credits/month; if it falls apart then the rent goes up to 3500 credits/month"

 

[Samara Galloway]

(OOC: Sorry about taking so long. With my laptop out of commission right now all I have to work with in my free time is a tablet and voice-to-text. Plus after that first post I started to draw a blank as to how to steer this objective, especially if we have no actual PCs to deal with. So feel free if you have an idea to steer us in your posts in that direction.)

Mission: SJO Objective
Location: Charros IV
Allies: [member="Jairdain"]
Posts: 2/37

Samara watched as the delegations each took a moment to discuss her purposal among themselves. She knew it was to much to hope for that they all came back in agreement. She knew that this was only the start, and that she and the other Jedi would be here for many weeks to come, brokering deals, soothing egos, and just trying to divert the next outbreak of war. Yet Samara knew that talks would not be enough, and as long as there were dissenters any strides made for peace could be destroyed. The whole thing had began to make her think about the Jedi's role in this. Sure they were to promote peace between the parties, but at what limitation? If her years had taught her anything is that sometimes the old adage 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' could build bridges that before would never had been possible. So is that what it would take, the Jedi finding a common enemy, or maybe even become that focus of hate between them

The Jedi Master shook the thoughts from her head. They were dark thoughts no matter how good intentioned they were. She would find a why no matter what. Still the unease of those thoughts remained, but now that she looked beyond them Samara couldn't help but realize that they were more then her own negative emotions. There was a sense of danger to the room that she couldn't quit place. Perhaps it was time that they convened this session to allow tempers to cool and give the Jedi time to investigate. She looked up at her companion, Jedi Jairdain, from across the room and gave a small nod before speaking to the room.

"Perhaps it is time to adjurn for the night gentlemen. Please consider all that has been said here tonight. The peaceful future of your people depend on it, and that is not something that should be decided on in anger."

 

[Kaden]

LOCATION: Kashyyyk, Kachirho Village
OBJECTIVE: Lay the Nexus to Rest
ALLIES: [member="Gabriel Volturi"]
POST: 3/37

Amber eyes narrowed at the man's outburst. They didn't flicker in any recognition, either.

"Kaden," the pureblood replied, introducing himself. "Who do you represent?" He asked -- mainly out of curiosity rather than suspicion. He didn't know anyone else had been sent to help; it wasn't mentioned in the reports or the briefing.

"And what measures do you have that could help?"

 

[WelshGuy]

Post: 3/37
Objective: Find evidence
Allies: SJO and friends

Yuroic was inside. The auction was still going on from what he could hear but there wasn't much he could do on that front. Instead, he found himself sneaking around the upper floors of the building, he was hoping that he could find some clues on the whereabouts of the slave-ring's leader. Who from what he could gather was both dangerous and elusive at best. He was crouched down and leaning around a corner as he looked to see any more guards wandering the halls. It seemed empty so Yuroic sneaked across the hall and entered the first room he came across. In the room there was a desk with several datapads on top and a few security containers. He was never very skilled at splicing.

The datapads were something that interested him, he was hoping there would be some information contained on them. Yuroic flicked through the information contained on one of the datapads. Something here about a new shipment of slaves coming in a few hours from now. However, no mention of any leader of this operation or anything linking this place to the government and other slave-rings. There has to be something here... Yuroic thought as he briefly scanned over the data. There was something he could take away. More slaves, innocent wookiees. Perhaps there he would find out more on this slave-ring.

He opened the door, leaning around, once again there didn't seem to be anyone around. He wanted to check the other rooms, he was sure that there was more information but he was torn. If he stayed and looked around he risked losing the new shipment of slaves. There wasn't time for both. So Yuroic sighed as he made the better choice. He left the building through the roof. As he opened the door to the roof he remembered the guard placed on the roof. The guard who just spun around and saw him. This was not good.

Yuroic ran forward, barging past the guard and leaped onto the roof of the next building. Racing forward to the location of slave shipments. He could hear the guard shouting at him before firing a few shots in his direction, causing him to duck and dodge.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Invoke chaos and ruin the armistice as Extremist USS members have hired Sith Assassins to do so.
Allies: [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Kitty"](?) (Sith Assassins)
Enemies: [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Samara Galloway"] (Jedi)
Post: [1]

The evening light shone harshly into the small room, bathing the uniformly pale colouring of the room in bright hues of colour and elongated, deep shadows. Spartan in nature, the room was outfitted with nothing more than a chair, a bedside table - which had been moved to sit in front of the chair, a wardrobe and a bed; the bed and chair looking slightly threadbare and worn down. Overall the room looked like a standard room that one could purchase for the evening within Xi Char for a cheap price: simple, basic and rundown. The type of place where credits could go a lot further than commonly accepted decency.

However, while the room itself was not unique, its occupant was. Dressed in a pair of leather trousers with that had paticular bulk along the thighs and lower legs to serve as inbuilt cuisse and greaves and nothing else, the figure sat, slouched, within the lone chair, eyelids shut and hands - one of which was a cybernetic prosthetic - steepled beneath his chin as his soft humming filled the air, forming a dance of sound with the noises of life occurring outside the window.

Within the harsh evening light, the man's features were cast into sharp relief, especially the numerous, deep set scars that wound their way across deeply tanned and heavily tattooed flesh. Numerous jagged horns breached the surface of his ashen hair, which was pulled into dreadlocks that spilled over the back of the chair to reach just shy of halfway to the floor. Claws shone with a fierce, reflected light as they would slow tap against pitch black metal fingers. The most obvious feature illuminated, other than his missing arm, was the deformation of his skull that ran along the right side of his face, the bone uneven and twisted beneath weathered skin; particularly so along his right ocular socket.

A low tone would cut through the still air for the breadth of a single moment, silencing the Zabraks humming as Darth Lykos, currently operating under the alias of Eeth Koth, allowed a small smirk to break out across his lips. Reaching out blindly, he grabbed at the bag that he had tossed carelessly onto the bed hours earlier before planting himself in the chair he currently sat in. Pulling it onto his lap, he swiftly rifled through it before his hand emerged grasping a small datapad. Opening his eyes, revealing the gaping maw that was his right eye socket, he quickly read through the displayed message before locking and replacing the bag but keeping the datapad on his lap.

Immediately afterwards, he sank back into his meditation, constantly checking and rechecking that his application of Force Stealth and Art of the Small wasn't faltering for even the slightest of moments. After all, as the White Assassin, one of the Leaders of the Sith Assassins, it would not do for him to be the one to reveal he and his fellow Assassins' presence on Charros IV at the employment of extremist factions of the USS to the Jedi watching over the peace talks they had been sent to end. Of course, Lykos himself did not care about the peace talks beyond the limits of what the Assassins were being payed to care about. Whether or not the peace talks were successful would have been of little bother to him if the success of the contract the Assassins were pursuing didn't rely on the talks to fail.

Another tone ringing out into the quiet, this one accompanied by a further three, once more broke the Zabrak's meditation. Pushing outward with his Force Stealth, Lykos grew the field of influence until it was surrounding the bedside table before him and the small holocommunicator that sat atop it before weaving in a Force Cloak just beneath the limits of the Concealment to prevent any sound from escaping. Ten seconds after the first tone had sounded, his preparations were set and Lykos leaned forwards to activate the holocommunicator, settling back in his seat as series of faces were projected in translucent, blue light.

"Greetings." No further words were offered from the Aspect of Conquest, content as he was to wait for one of his fellows to speak first.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Togoria
Objective: Humanitarian Aid
Post #: 3

While Joza took to reuniting with an old friend and fellow cosmetic enthusiast, the Healers busied themselves with unloading their cargo. They’d brought durasuits—a bodysuit made for refugees with heat-regulating fabric that helped hold body temperature. They were waterproof, too, given that you never knew what sort of environment you were going to be in or if you’d have proper shelter. Staying in wet clothes was dangerous, especially if you were ill or particularly frail.

They’d brought other items along with them as well. Rations that weren’t particularly tasty but made to last and provided most organics with the essential nutrients they’d need. Water purification tablets, blankets, shoes, hygienic items and the like. Little things that you didn’t think about on a daily basis, but necessities to refugees who may have lost everything they’d known, or were perhaps just scraping by on what was left.

Some of the Healers ventured beyond the building, seeking out the local populace for the sick and injured. While dressed for combat, they were medics first and foremost. Their job could bring them to some pretty hostile worlds, whether it be the locals or the environment. So far, Togoria seemed rather still—not calm, but there was an underlying tense note. Perhaps a bit of distrust for the newcomers on this war-torn world.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Chaos and Famine
Allies: [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Jedi

No matter where you went in the galaxy, some truths were universal. Some of them were common knowledge, but others could only be caught by a very special brand of individuals. One of those truths was the reason why Darth Abyss, the Mindeater, aspect of famine, self proclaimed Prophet of Malachor and either ally, rival or trade partner to any important criminal organisation, had been able to rise to power practically everywhere he desired to. That truth was a simple one: Even the cleanest society was not free of filth. Little spots of dirt existed on any world where intergalactic trade reached, sometimes large enough to become the ruling class, sometimes so little that it had to hide deep below the surface in the darkest possible corner.

Yet some people, people like Abyss, had a gift to not only find but utilize that filth to gain an advantage. Crime, corruption and chaos were methods shared by sith and criminals alike, which had been the reason why the saying "the Prophet's hand is endless" was known all throughout the underworld. Abyss possessed a natural affinity for the shady dealings of the lawless, and his connections stretched far beyond the boarders of worlds like Nar Shaddaa or Malachor. Even here on Charros IV there was filth which would become the metaphorical cloak that the sith Lord was hidden under, besides the less metaphorical cloak of dark force and shadows that obscured him and his presence from curious Jedi eyes.

Michael's was an exceptionally rundown bar in the outskirts of Xir Char, frequented only by scum, lowlifes and the occasional smuggler passing by. The dimly green light made sure that the few patrons didn't got a good look at the disgusting color of the cheap ale they were sipping out of dirty cups, as well as keeping anyone out that had a base level of decency. Frank, the barkeeper that never had felt the need to change the name of his bar even 12 years after Micheal had left for something better than serving bad drinks to worse people, rested behind the counter, his skin pale enough to make the elder human look almost alien in nature. Yet there was something far more interesting about him than just his questionable heritage. Below his clothes, around his neck, a small pendant could be found, a symbol known as the mark of the Prophet to those with true insight into the criminal dealings of the galaxy.

Even more interesting than Frank and his bar was the room below, a utterly dark hideout with not much more than a holocommunicator and a zero g device that had been installed by request of Abyss, before the twisted entity had even placed a metal foot on the surface. The first thing his fellow council members would see was his trademark wooden mask, floating in the air without a body to hold it. While he spoke the first parts of his armor began to reassemble, moved by invisible hands.

"Conquest. Death. War."

The echo of his otherworldly voice resounded in the air for a second, then his body became whole once again. Metal levitating in the air, legs crossed in a meditative stance the Aspect of Famine revealed the full terrifying glory of his new form.

"Famine. Looks like the whole family is back together."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Kashyyyk
Objective: Laid to rest
Allies: Silver Jedi [member="Kaden"] [member="Gabriel Volturi"]
Post: 6/37

For the past seven years, the terentateks around the capital were eating zombies, feasting on its dark side energy in the process; it was precisely because the supply of zombies ran out that they asked for assistance in cleansing this dark side nexus to the city's west. While, of course, Kaden, whom she met in the Academy on Voss shortly after Dromund Kaas and the resulting Assembly session, was busy dealing with a Sith Lord in surprisingly cordial terms, Jessica reflects on her past in West Beach, which, despite being climactic when it happened, ultimately proved not to be overly significant in the long run. Unlike these malaises that made her feel as if she was some sort of Force-computer... which ultimately led to her being a Jedi Master. I guess I was lucky not to have died on Kashyyyk, she thought, while making her approach with security in front of her, and the engineers were hard at work building the fences. She was seemingly sinking deeper in thought on the beach until the wake-up call was made.

"What's wrong, master?" a machinegun crewmember asked Jessica.

"It only occurred me now that I have changed so much since I was last here. I realize that, while There is no emotion, there is peace is important to how I function, there are areas where I can't perform effectively because I have almost no emotion"

"What do you mean, not having emotions actually hamper you?"

"Don't get me wrong, there are arenas where my lack of emotion can help on the field, it makes me less vulnerable to the call of the dark side. But there are times where logic can fail especially in people-intensive missions"

Spoiler: Kachirho security

Vehicles:

12 Irnfall main battle tanks

Infantry:

24 Korriban heavy machineguns (48 men)
24 MiniMag PTL missile launchers (48 men)
180 Silver Rangers

 

[Jairdain]

Mission: SJO Major faction Contract
Location: Charros IV
Allies: [member="Samara Galloway"]
Posts: 2/37
​
The delegations agreed to adjourn for the night and return in the morning. Jairdain now how a really good read on the people involved, including that of the Jedi Master she was working with. Everybody's patience had worn thin through the day including that of Samara. The Jedi had kept hers under full control, but Jairdain could sense even she was almost at a point of breaking when she decided to end the debate for the day.

As they all trooped out of the room, the two Jedi remained behind to clean up. As they went through the motions of picking up the trash left and the papers organized again Jairdain broke her all day silence.

"Master Galloway, there was one other woman present, but observed everything as much as I did. I think she is going to be a major thorn in this process as well as the gentleman that sat there."

She pointed to the spot in the middle of the table across from where she had spent most of the day as well as where the other woman had been seated. They finished neatening up the room and stepped outside. Taking a deep breath, Jairdain suddenly got chilled and came down with a splitting headache. These headaches had plagued her since Vjun and her mental duel with Lord Lykos. While a form of closure had been achieved, the wound would remain until it was healed.

Taking a deep breath, rubbing her head she turned to Samara.

"I should go lay down. Even if I didn't really partake of the debate, it was a long day. Excuse me please."

Jairdain knew sleep would evade her, but she returned to her room and sat down on her bed. To analyze the day, warm up and see about getting rid of the headache. This was no pain she could just will away with the Force, but closing her eyes she could isolate it from effecting her more than it already had. However, this felt different, stronger. It had happen only once before when they had actually met. Gulping down her apprehension, Jairdain would reach out through the Force to try and contact Samara.

We may have problems.​

[member="Samara Galloway"]​

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Trandosha
Objective: End slavers
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Posts: 2/37

Waiting for a signal to go was counterproductive in Audren's mind. When there were so many resources already prepared, why wait for some group potentially halfway across the planet? Oh, he knew why logically, but patience hadn't ever really been a strong point. He'd simply learned how to make a good show of it.

So the Jedi Master slipped through the crowd, headed for the hallway to the storage area. Predictably, there was a guard present carrying a hulking scattergun. Yet before the lizard could even begin raising the weapon, the Force was brought into play. The creature wasn't slammed back against the wall with bone-breaking force, nor was the rifle pinned into place. Both were standard combat tactics...but this wasn't combat. Combat drew attention, which was something not yet desired. Rather, a tendril of the Force reached out to the brain.

"Off limits, go away."

That was much nicer than he'd expected. Of course it didn't pay well to blast away customers, which was the likely cause for relative politeness. It was also why he thought this would work. As the Sephi responded, the Force gave his words a ring of truth. More than that actually, the Trandoshan believed them without question.

"Inspecting the merchandise. Your boss already gave me permission."

The scaled being grumbled and stood aside. As simply as that, Audren was into the back. Not the offices that he could sense above, where non-Trandoshans managed the minutiae of the operation and kept everything running smoothly, but the storage area where the 'stock' was kept before being displayed. Yet the creatures for sale were but one of the details he was looking at.

 

[Amelia Morvos]

Post: 3/25
Objective: Faction contract with the Silver Jedi
Location: Togoria

Her team got to work as soon as she landed. Her job was to get everything set up before the main body arrived with their full work force. She scouted out areas for potential housing and made a short list of the areas in Caross where more construction projects could be planned.

They were working independent of the other groups, but their mess hall - once it was constructed - was always open for anyone to stop by and grab a bite to eat. That went for the locals too, who practically lived there once the large holo-screens were brought in.

Amelia didn’t have much experience with the whole “hearts and mind” thing, but she thought she did a good job when they opened up a relief center. In addition to the supplies they handed out, she also ran workshops for people that were interested in job training for other professions. Hatha Industries specifically was always looking for strong bodies and quick minds.

While Amelia was busy doing this, Sgt. Valone opened up another place of learning for those who wanted to learn self-defense. The One Sith might have been gone, but it didn’t hurt to be extra vigilant just in case another Sith group popped up.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: War
Allies: [member="Darth Lykos"] ; [member="Darth Abyss"] ; [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="Jairdain"] ; [member="Samara Galloway"]

"It indeed has been a long time." The eldest of the Assassins sat alone in a bar. There he enjoyed himself a glass of whiskey, idly sipping at it. Unlike the others, he had an ear piece to listen to the conversation, not bothering with a holodevice like the others. He would take another sip as he glanced down towards a file he brought himself. "It seems, Conquest, an old friend of yours is here. I'll be taking a closer look at her soon enough, if you don't mind."

Within the file was a picture and the name of Jairdain. Jedi Knight, Blind, decent at battle meditation. Krest had plans that would involve her, but first he needed to see if she was worth the trouble.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: SJ major faction contract
Location: Togoria
Post: 7/37 (writer) 4/5 (Pizza Hutt)

"If wesa needen to terminate da lease, what are disen relevant clauses?"

"If you need to terminate the lease, you will have to pay two months of lease for penalty, unless you wish to sublet, in which case the new subletter will have to pay 2 months of rent for security deposit"

"Una last thing: what happens if da building issa condemned?"

"You will not be assessed any rent for the period of time the building is condemned, the lease is extended by the amount of time the building has been condemned, and, if the building is declared a total loss, the lease is terminated without penalty"

The landlords-to-be realize that, without notice, another party, such as the Sith Ascendancy or the Primeval, could show up at any time and perpetrate still more wanton cruelty. More often than not, condemnation means that it's a long-term distress, and pretty stressful to handle. And then Ugohr would finally edge closer to being free from the bonds of house arrest, or so he thought. He did conduct Jedi business of refugee relief or other stuff of that nature here, after all. Meanwhile, the landlord was printing out the contract for him to sign before he had to return back to Sullust, as per the conditions of his business trip.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Location: Charros IV
Allies: @Krest @Darth Abyss @Darth Lykos Darth Filiae
Objective: Stir the soup.

Four hands steeped in blood; four heads of the serpent turning their fangs out into the void; four knives hidden behind backs and smiles. There were Sith in this galaxy who worked in shadow, under the noses of those that would hunt them.

“Filiae, is it ready?” “Yes, csen’ai. We have gone silent, connecting to transmission.”

The Pale Assassin ran a black hand over the scarred, ashen scalp of her head while the Sith knight stretched her slicing muscles. The blue-skinned girl controlled much of the information through her mind, aided by the microcomputer implanted in her brain. It would take more than the average slicer to get past her. Ophidia herself stood for another precaution, dampening their presence in the Force until it was a mere speck of dust upon the vast horizon.

They were situated in The Ochre, a civilian craft on the outside with a few special features, useful for someone of their professional persuasion. Docked at a private dock, safe from random bypasses. Darling, her handy piloting droid was busy attending to the technical details of keeping a ship in working order. Not to mention ushering away nosey individuals.

Filiae looked at Ophidia, nodding to signal the beginning of their transmission.

One by one, the translucent heads popped up on the communications table in front of her. Well, two shapes and a disembodied voice. The scarred face of the White Assassin, Darth Lykos. First to speak, few of words as usual. Then, the ghostly figure of the Black Assassin, Darth Abyss. More a spirit than man at this point, she would think. Last, the voice of the Red Assassin, Darth Ferox. The Four heads did not convene often, but when they did, worlds ought to tremble. Yet, the boys did chatter like bored wives.

“Gentlebeings, time is of the essence. If we could please get to the matter at hand.”

Half a smile played on her lip but faded soon as her eyes travelled from one face to the other. Her fingers tapped on the arm of her chair.

 

[Makari Valeal]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Trandosha [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Post: 4/25[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]When he first arrived on Trandosha, Makari thought he was on a normal anti-slaver mission. He had already come to the mission knowing to check his feelings at the door. For the first few operations, Makari had been textbook in his behavior. They would receive a report where a slave camp was allegedly located. Makari would check it out and verify. If the location checked out, he made a note of it and left it to the other Jedi to care of. After all they hadn’t brought him here because of his combat skills. It was his information gathering and tracking skills that had made him an asset to the Jedi.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Makari thought his time on Trandosha would be simple and easy, but there came a mission that convinced him that he wasn’t doing enough. It was during this mission when Makari decided that he needed to go undercover and shake up the system from the inside. [/SIZE]

 

[Amelia Morvos]

Post: 5/25
Objective: Faction contract with the Silver Jedi
Location: Togoria

By the time the main body arrived in full force, everything had been set up for their convenience. They began work on a residential area that was meant to be aesthetically pleasing and yet affordable at the same time. That was Julia’s mandate when she had been living. The thought of her sister-in-law made Amelia think of her nieces, who were still at an age when they were desperately pining for their mother.

She thought about them one day when she was walking through the relief center. Up until now they had only focused on passing out the essentials, but what if they threw in a few toys and games for the little ones? Maybe opened up a gaming center for the older teens? It was certainly feasible with their budget, she thought.

She called a meeting the next day and began to discuss both ideas with the higher ranking staff.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Sow Chaos.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Krest"]
Enemies: [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Samara Galloway"]
Posts: [2]

With a low chuckle heralding his words. "Death speaks true. Business before pleasure, no?" As he posed the rhetorical question, Lykos allowed a small smirk to cross his lips. He could not recall the last time the four heads of the Sith Assassins were not only gathered but gathered for the express purpose of pursuing an objective. The shadows hung heavily over Charros IV this day.

"First, War, you are correct. Jairdain Ismet is one of the Jedi assigned to peace talks. Blind, but skilled in Force Sense as one who looses their sight must be." A soft chuckle would sound over the holocommunicator as Lykos raised a hand to tap bellow the shadowed maw of his empty eye socket. "Her skill lays in Force, not so much physical combat nor armed combat. You would be a good foe for her." Looking down at the datapad on his lap, Lykos messed with the display for a few seconds before an image of Jairdain Ismet would be sent to his fellow leaders along a secured channel, the image having been taken at the recently disbanded talks.

Raising his eye from the screen of the datapad, Lykos would stare at the faces of two of the three other Aspects for a moment, before his gaze would return downwards and he would begin the process of sending a second image. "There is a second Jedi in attendance but, I confess, she is not one I recognise. I am sending you pictures now." Indeed, as he spoke, the data would be sent along the Assassins' encrypted line of communication. "Perhaps one of you will recognise her." Shutting down the datapad and setting it to one side, Lykos' focus returned to holocommunicator as his smirk grew ever so slightly. "Or, if not, mayhaps your little shadow will be able to do so, Death?"

For a moment, the smirk would remain on the Zabrak's lips but it was soon removed as his face fell into a mask of stoicism, full seriousness seizing him. "Now, my agent had posed within the talks for today, as an assistant to one delegate who fell to her ... charms, shall we say? They have currently broke for the evening and talks will be resumed in the morrow. Their Jedi guards are removed from them for the moment. However, strife and conflict are what are spoken of, not peace, not yet. Despite the Jedi's efforts. If we strike now, we will be successful in removing the majority of our foes but, there is risk in that, for if we fail to eliminate them all, when they convene in the morrow, the fact they are being targeted will be clear to both parties, presenting to them an evil, one that will cause them to hide all the more behind their Jedi but also cause them to cooperate more - making the formation of a treaty more likely. But then, if we strike when they are re-gathered, we shall have to deal with their guard dogs."

Lykos fell silent for a few seconds, letting the deluge of words he had just spoken sink in. "How should we proceed? What are your thoughts on this, Death, War, Famine?"