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Lest We Forget [OS Dominion of Botor]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Pz5KsyfN0[/media]​
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
[SIZE=11pt]The One Sith – victors of many wars had also lost many in order to further their agenda during these battles. In order to honour and remember the losses of those who had fallen, the One Sith Military organized a memorial service for those killed in action as it was the duty of the military to preserve the memories of the men and women who had fought so bravely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On a lush grassy field, overlooking the graves of those who died in battle, were many chairs neatly set out for those who had wished to attend the memorial service with several seats in the front row reserved for high ranking members of the One Sith Military. In front of these neatly placed rows of seats was a stage with a podium for those who were invited to speak during the service.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]High General von Grimmelshausen, dressed in his neatly ironed army uniform sat in the front row of the memorial service as he waited for it to commence. He had come out of respect for the soldiers' names who he did not know who had died while under his command during the battles he had participated in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The memorial service was to begin with the performance of a song followed by a minute of silence before the speakers started to address the crowd who were not only made of members of the One Sith but also friends and families of the deceased. Some of these friends and families arrived dressed in their mourning attire obviously still feeling the pain of losing a parent, a child, a sibling, an aunt, an uncle. [/SIZE]

OBJECTIVES:
[SIZE=11pt]Objective A - Attend the memorial service[/SIZE]​
[SIZE=11pt]Objective B - Patrol the premises[/SIZE]​
[SIZE=11pt]Objective C - Do whatever you want![/SIZE]​
 
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | @One Sith
Post:[1/20]


Seated near his master, High General von Grimmelshausen, the Lieutenant Colonel Cole Tymon wore his formal military attire. In order to show the most amount of respect to soldiers fallen under his command and their families, Cole had left the mask that he is so fond of on the ship as well. A mask had no place at a memorial, nor with his formal uniform.

Now, the Sith Acolyte sat quiet and patient while waiting for the memorial to start. He knew Konrad was present, but he was unsure if there were anybody else he was acquainted with around. So, Cole spun his head to try to recognize some of the faces around him.
 
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Tymon"]
Post:[1/20]


Valentinian and a small honor guard were at the ceremony, representing Rhun. A longtime ally of the One Sith, the Heir Apparent made it a point to appear at as many functions as possible. On one hand to show and promote solidarity between the two, but also to remain as up to date as possible with the subpolitics of the One Sith. Valentinian did not make the same mistake he had during his first memorial. Gone was most of the annoying oppulent ceremonial armor, left only was the elegant Nobleman's attire of Rhun, with the Sword of Secrets worn openly on display at his hip. It was as munch of a symbol of Rhun as the prince himself was. He exhanged several curt nods with officers and other dignitaires as he made his way to the front to sit
 

Txon Taronyu

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Objective: A
Allies: One Sith
Post: 3/20

Txon Taronyu stood near the back of the assembled mourners, declining to sit. He wore his simple black tunic and pants, his lightsaber swinging at his belt. He had taken a break from his training to come and honor the fallen; he would not be a true warrior if he didn't. In Anatasi culture, honoring the dead, especially those who died in battle, was a very important occasion. Tribes would come from miles around to proclaim their sorrow, even if the person being honored had been swinging a sword at them just hours before. Txon knew none of the Sith who were to be honored today, but he felt that it was his duty as an acolyte of the Sith to come and share the sorrow of those who had had a connection with these people.

So Txon stood tall and proud, a beacon of strength in the face of pain and loss, and awaited the beginning of the service.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BulFwGSi8bc

The Honeypot Brewery

Deep within the major Botori city of Medved was the aging Honeypot Brewery. It used to be one of the most popular local breweries for the city - specializing in honey mead. The ursine Botori found the taste irresistible. Yet this came to pass - Medved was a dying city on Botori. The neighborhood surrounding the Honeypot Brewery was old and decrepit. One side of the Honeypot Brewery was painted in graffiti depicting a Botori in government uniform ordering people to "work harder."

The nearly completely abandoned surroundings of the Honeypot Brewery provided some use for a select, underground faction. For some time, the writing was on the wall: the One Sith were taking control of the Botori Enclave. The government, at least publicly, did not take a hostile stance against this. Yet a significant amount of Botori found offense to the idea of losing their sovereignty again.

A Botori approached the back entrance of the Honeypot Brewery. The front was boarded up, yet the back - while not lit - seemed accessible. The male Botori rapped on the door in a seemingly specific pace. A slit at eye level on the door opened.

"What's the password?" asked a grizzly voice from behind the door.

"Niesci," answered the Botori outside.

After a couple seconds, the door was opened. The Botori was warmly greeted by a somewhat larger Botori.

"Welcome, comrade!" the large Botori said.

Some time passed. The Botori within the Honeypot Brewery were busy having a meeting. The agenda: orchestrating an attack to take out One Sith military leaders on Botori such as [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"].

Yet a group of several people approached the Honeypot Brewery as this meeting continued. One donned black armor - Soeht. The Sith Lord approached the back entrance and attempted to open the locked door with no success.

The slit opened again. There was a pause before Soeht was told, "Sorry, we're closed."

Soeht flicked his right hand toward the door. Immediately, a telekinetic Force tore through the door from the outside. The Botori directly behind the door was crushed in that instant as the door flew off its hinges and pinned his ursine body between it and a wall.

"Exterminate them all," Soeht commanded.
 
Objective: Patrolling Perimeter
Post: 1/20
Allies: One Sith & Manda Ka'ra

"Alright, who put their shebs on the HUD? This is a patrol mission, sure, but take it seriously."

"Relax Crex, my side's all clear. I'm doubling back now towards you. Also, those are your mom's."

Clan Priest argued over the coms like nothing had changed. Sure, he was the younger of the two speaking over the coms, but they all followed him no matter what. Being leader of a clan did meant you held the most strength, that you were the alpha. Julian wondered how the Sith felt about having a whole clan of Mandalorians watching their backs. Still, regardless of how they felt, as long as they paid his clan, kept the money rolling in, there were no problems on his side.

"Goddess watch over us."

Julian muttered a sweet, and simple prayer that was the Vahla side of him.
 
Allies: [member="Soeht"]
Location: Outside the Honeypot Brewery
Objective: Exterminate
Post: 1/20

"Gladly" replied Jack.

He was the first one inside. Directly inside the building, there were two ways to go. His part of the plan was to deal with any potential reinforcements and make sure that the rest of the Sith party would be left in piece downstairs interrupting the meeting. He turned left towards the kitchen and his lightsaber came to life with a snap-hiss. The kitchen was in sight when a man stepped out of their and into his way. He lifted his hand to force push the man violently back. The man's backside hit the stove, causing him to spin in the air, and he crumpled against the wall, either unconscious or dead.

He ran into the kitchen and lashed out at the cooking pan wielding chef. The man's arm suddenly sprouted a long gash and he dropped in agony. He finished the man off as a quick mercy. A man with a flechette launcher busted through the double doors, spotted him and raised his weapon. Jack dropped before flechettes violated the wall behind him. He set his lightsaber down and leaned around the corner. The man spotted him but, before he could point his gun, Jack used one hand to suddenly twist the gun in the man's grip to point straight up to his face and then used his other hand to pull the trigger.

He grabbed his lightsaber, went over and crouched down closer to the double doors. Closing his eyes and reaching out with his senses as his master ([member="Darth Erebos"]) taught him, he sensed 7 angry men with weapons in the Brewery bar area with their weapons raised towards the kitchen. He said to the rest,

"7 armed men in the next room!"
 
Objective: A
Post: 1/20


Sitting at the front row of the ceremony, clad in black ceremonial robes and his mask covering his face as per usual. The memorial was something he hadn't been a part of as an idea conception but it was something he supported. He had lost a friend through the events leading up to the civil war and as it stood When the time came he was ready to even go head first into an attack against the jedi and their temples for the loss of his friend. What Mythos had shown Erebos was something he had never even considered before his death. That Seeing with the force was not simply a way for him to see but that there was beauty in seeing like he did.
The memory of Mythos crying when Erebos taught him how to see with the force, back when they were acolytes came back to him. Under his mask he smiled a little at the memory but then he remembered the present.

With a silent sigh he leaned his head forwards and placed his hand on his forehead. Though usually calm and clear minded the day had an effect of him he himself didn't understand. He would use the moment of silence as well as the song to meditate on it, to dissect the emotion that was now trying to fill his mind. It was new and given what he knew of it, it was grief but it was an almost crippling in it's nature.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7XTPvahh1Q

Officially the Ecclesiarch of the Sith Order never visited Botor whilst the memorial service for the fallen heroes and heroines of the Empire was conducted, but like all things in the Empire some records were woefully bereft of truly accurate assessments. Far from the lush grassy field the ceremony was taking place at was the blocky capital of Botor nestled high in the snow-capped mountains far to the north, and it was where the Epicanthix Sith Lord found himself among a sea of ursine creatures sparsely dressed despite the frigid chill that permeated the streets. For too long the planet of Botor and its inhabitants had been teasing the western border of the Empire, unofficially declaring neutrality despite the growing power of the Alliance and the imminent encroachment by the Sith. Now that time of indecision had come to an end, but the Botori people had a political religion all their own that had more in common the heretical Selectivists in the Republic than it did with the steadfast Imperialists that proudly served in the Empire.

And so the seeds of revolution had to be sewed with the utmost precision.

The Sith Lord found himself huddling beneath the awning of what a month or two ago had been a quaint ma & pa shop that only saw the faintest traffic as it was situated near a system of alleyways that was none to reputable, so no one had actually spared the plot a second glance when it stopped opening its shutters every morning. Fog billowed to cloud his goggles with each puff of breath, inciting him to begrudgingly wipe the tinted glass with his gloved hands. He had half a mind to retreat back inside when he saw the pudgy form of one of the ursine residents break away from the ever-moving throng to approach him in a slightly subtle manner. He reached into his jacket and produced a plain looking beige envelope obviously stuffed to the point of breakage with papers. He shoved the bundle into the hands of the Sith, who only cast the creature a second glance before opening the door behind him and walking into the warm confines of the former shop.

Where there had once been aisles and aisles of commodities and food were a series of tables with machinery and documents stacked high with grim-faced Imperials busying themselves with their clandestine work. Vornskr plopped the bundle he had just been delivered by the Botori (who had also joined the Sith inside of the shop, locking the door behind him as he did) into the hands of a waiting adjutant who disappeared from view the moment the bundle was handed to him. Vornskr removed the thick woolen cap from his cap and discarded the goggles and scarf that obstructed his face before asking a nearby officer:

"Find me Lord Prazutis, our informant has returned."

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
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Outfit

The Director of Sith Intelligence wasn't scheduled to appear on Botor while it held the Imperial Memorial Service to honor the fallen. But like the Ecclesiarch records were perfectly altered to wipe out their existences. Rather two fake identities were set up and backstopped by Sith Intelligence for each of them and every agent that was brought to the planet to assist with the operation about to unfold. The Botori were unofficially neutral in this war between the Sith and the Republic, but that was anything but true. The political regime set up on Botor was far more in line with the Republic than it was with the imperialist views of the Sith. Their indecision was about to end one way or another, the seeds of revolution would be sowed and the fires lit.

Even to this dingy cold hole of a planet did Darth Prazutis's reach extend. The mans own careful network of spies, informants, corrupt government officials, intelligence agents both active and sleepers, extended far and wide. One of these such individuals was a botori informant paid handsomely, and promised extradition if things went wrong in exchange for his support was contacted and sent out to find what they needed. Everything was set up so all they had to do was wait for the man to return and simply blend in. Prazutis spent nearly all day holed up in that dark dingy hole of a building they worked from.

The building was warm but he could only take so much before he needed some fresh air. So he set out into the cold with a thick black scarf, goggles and a cap on to keep him warm. It would be a simple notion to just will the cold away, but that was how you got noticed around here. Now at least he would blend in like just another traveler trying to stay warm in the cold as he walked around, one of the ursine locals and a contact of theirs that helped them set up in the area was giving him more information about the area, when a buttoned up man walked up to the two, and with a nod the ursine creature was gone. The man informed him of the return of the informant, which also meant that Darth Vornskr was sending for his return.

Immediately he casually strolled back to the formerly ma and pa business where he calmly walked in, shutting the door behind him. He pulled off the goggles, cap, and scarf he wore, approaching his master "My Lord." Prazutis gave a formal bow to [member="Darth Vornskr"], the man was still his master and still above him in terms of power as a Sith Lord, compared to his own as a Sith Knight, respect was required to be given. "Our informant has returned? And what fruits does he bring us?"
 
Objective: Patrolling
Allies: Manda Ka'ra

A patrol ship landing nearby, dropping off more Mandos off on the ridge above, each wielding DMRs as they watched the VIPs designated to the Manda Ka'ra. @Darth Erebros was one of said VIPs along with the man known as [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] who was a high ranking officer of some sort. Julian didn't care, he didn't answer to that man. Essentially, Julian was only associated to the SIth through the Ember and Assassins. He believed he knew where he belonged now, with the Ember and Manda. The only things that made sense to him, that, and his desire for @Jocelyn Zambrano, for whatever reason that conveyed upon him.

He wore his Mando Breaker armor today, unsure if he should have worn his regular armor set, he shrugged it off.The two men with him today wore Neo Crusader armor, outdated, but effective stuff. Plus there was nothing more scary than a bunch of men in full armor. His robes on his own armor swayed as he walked, the two sabers on his back, the rifle shouldered, and his pistols on his hips. Nothing was getting in the way of this important day for the Sith, a day to morn.

The two men with him today, Crex, and Tyran followed suit behind him as he made his way to the front entrance to check on the guards positioned there. Crex was much older than both of them, while Tyran was the second youngest. Both were loyal to him, and believed that the One Sith were powerful allies. They supported the movement to join the Sith in their war, knowing glory and riches were coming their way. Clan Priest would multiply in strength through this too.

"Huh, looks like everyone is here lookin' all snazy, and depressed. War brings death, dont they know this?" Crex spoke through their coms that stayed within the confines of their helmets. Julian had to agree though, did they not expect death through war? The Embers did, even the Assassins knew it was to come.

"You're being too cold old man. They maybe cruel, and harsh, but they got feelings too ya know?" Tyran was also right. They couldn't ignore that.

"Let the dead be dead, and the living, live." Julian chimed in himself.
 
He gestured to the nearby table, where the adjutant had quickly gutted the envelope of its contents and arrayed them in a neat and comprehensive spread across the weathered wood. There were multiple logistics reports, a registry of names written in a manner that would denote each and every individual on the list as members of the Botori, and most important of all was a schematic blueprint of what appeared to be a multi-floored government building. It was that schematic that Vornskr pointed to with a gloved finger, "The layout of the National Assembly building at the center of the city, where the members of this socialist hell congregate and bask in the riches they plunder from the working class. For over a hundred years these ruling elite have overseen and coordinated all of Botori society, and they are the single greatest threat to the Empire's expansion into this region of space."

He gestured to the stack of papers alongside the aforementioned registry, "A list of all of the Assembly members. They all need to die, but it all has to be done by the books. That means no lightsabers, and minimal application of the Force. Think you can manage?"

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
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As the contents of the hefty envelope were laid out Prazutis huddled over the table, listening to his master go over the plans while he looked at the layout of the National Assembly Building. It was a rather large place with four main entrances and security checkpoints at each one complete with metal detectors, the works. The entire building possessed surveillance routed through a closed circuit system that connected to a covert off site server building. While the National Assembly gathered the entire building would be crawling with security, this had to be done with a cunning precision.

There were roughly five hundred assemblymen on the National Assembly and all of them would be in chambers, there were far too many to take down individually. So that only left him with a few options to make this look like the kind of hit it needed. The best choice he surmised was to use a bomb to bring down the assembly chamber. There were a number of ways to do it but the best place to put the explosives would be the storage basement thats situated under the assembly chamber, but there's a particularly large amount of dirt, duracrete, and durasteel between there and the chamber above. So whatever was used needed to be powerful enough to blow straight through all of it and ensure that everyone is neutralized.

The prospect of a bomb was looked at by his intelligence agents and a solution was designed: A Nuclear Warhead. The resources were spent and a specially designed suitcase nuclear bomb was brought to Botor. The device would do more than just take out the assembly chamber, it would bring down the entire building in a large explosion, there would be no surviving its high yield detonation. The only concerns were that the portable explosive while concealable weighed roughly fifty pounds, which would weigh him down and hamper his stealth capabilities. All they needed to do was get it inside the building, get a safe distance away, and watch it blow.

"Intel says they're gathering as we speak and should just be beginning when I get there. Were set up at the offsite server building for their surveillance cameras here." Prazutis said pointing to a map of the block around it. "So the plan is they'll jam the surveillance long enough to get on site through a maintenance entrance. Now we've paid handsomely for the access code to the doors, but we haven't exactly been able to test them. So if were lucky we enter here, find the basement plant the package, we will then ex filtrate upon which the bomb will be detonated remotely from there." Prazutis replied to [member="Darth Vornskr"] .

"Feed me all critical information through our private channel." Prazutis said as he took the map of the building and the list, folding them up and pocketing them. He put back on his winter cap, goggles and scarf. They'd already had men at the relatively empty server building near the site, there was only usually one ursine creature running things from the locked building with some security guards. They'd neutralized everyone inside and installed one of their own computer specialists to run things from there. In addition Prazuts had all of his gear sent up to that building, where his apprentice was also located. [member="Briga Tiin"] a beautiful, cunning caprine mystic powerful in the force, reputed to be the goddess Ax'no by her own people.

There was a darkness locked away inside the Priestess, he could see it bubble to the surface when the sting of betrayal hit her like a sledgehammer. A sort of cold, ruthlessness and drive to succeed that one was only born with. After the eventful night the two had when she accepted his offer, and the ensuing events the next day, he kept her close. Their relationship wasn't exactly as cut and dry as either expected there was the relationship of master and student. But then there was something else, some sort of connection they had through their intimate relationship they had forged together. Prazutis began her multi-part training regiment almost immediately.

The caprine was given physical training to hone her strength, stamina, endurance, and agility. Along with a variety of fighting martial arts techniques the woman could use, she wasn't as large or imposing as his own physique so she would have to capitalize on the greater speed to ruthlessly bring down targets that may be larger than her. Then there was the training in knowledge and history, philosophical teachings often about the force and the origins of the dark side. Prazutis felt it was important for her to know the past and what came before, as well as teachings of basic rudimentary force techniques. He was laying the ground work for the woman to become a powerful Sith just as he had under the guidance of his master.

There was so much to learn and not enough hours in the day to learn it, but they were making it work. However when he wasn't teaching her their relationship showed a different side entirely, a side he hadn't expected. There was a connection between them forged through the time spent, and this same connection was the reason why she would stay with him in his own chamber. He was a man who was normally used to solidarity and ruminating in the darkness, the dark side his companion, but recently it had been different. Prazutis thought about his apprentice as he made his way through the snow caked alleyways, a shadow that rapidly glided through the capital.

Roughly twenty minutes went by before he managed to reach the server building, the exact amount of time they'd predicted and calculated into the timetable they had to complete this mission. Prazutis immediately walked into the server building. The inside was a large room where two grey dressed grizzled agents sat on the computers. On the one side was a door that led to the servers themselves. Finally there was a storage closet which currently held the bodies of two security officers, and one security technician were hidden.
 
Objective: A
Post: 1
Nearby: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Tymon"] | [member="Valentinian Alexandrus III"] | [member="Txon Taronyu"] | [member="Darth Erebos"]


The blue-skinned explorer purposefully placed himself near the rear of the ceremony, still within sight of the podium, but not capable of vision from a majority of the grieving. It was a perfect vantage point to observe the foreign culture while not interfering in any unspoken protocol by blocking view with his particularly large figure. The Arue'tii understood that there were many differences between his species view of death, and the majority of the galaxy, though it seemed as though much of the ceremony was similar. The musical prelude to the speech seemed to be mainly for the purpose of soothing the audience and calming their rent hearts while they remembered their fallen. He listened closely to it, taking notice of it's gentle simplicity and the effect that it held on the crowd.

There was something about death that seemed to unite people that would normally never meet. To his immediate right was an aging male who stiffened at the sound of music, apparently familiarized to it's specific tune. Farther down the row of chairs was a silently sobbing pair of Twi'lek. He cast his vision towards the front of the ceremony, taking notice of the occasional Sith scattered throughout the crowd, distinguishable by the glint of metallic cylinders upon their sides, or at their elaborate uniforms and masks; practically a sign in itself.

As the silence dragged on, the Arue'tii examined a nearby chair, determining rapidly that it would be both uncomfortable and inefficient for his size. Quickly finding an alternative, he simply knelt to the ground, allowing himself to fall to the height of the seated's shoulders in many cases. His red cape brushed against the grass, gently rustling it for the most expedient of moments before becoming still once more, and allowing for it's wearer to further tune into the ceremony.
 
Objective: A
[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] @Tymon @Abelain Narv'uk
1/20

Sabine Kurtass formerly Sabrina Kotass aka Darth Banshee, was here to pay her respects to her former comrades. She was in a new body, but it did look like her old, as it was just a younger clone that she had made for herself. She had left the order, when she realized they where corrupted by Dark Jedi and the likes of [member="Darth Vornskr"]. The massacre on Zeltros, had brought it home to her, that they defiled the sith code. She left the order after that, and had been drifting ever since. Though for her today was not about politics, it was about paying her respects, to true sith giants like Darth Shara, her old ship Captain Markus and many more sith who died by side her, on many battle fields.

She was in the crowd, but was going to have to listen to speeches of the unworthy people who called them selves sith. They where nothing more than Dark Jedi in her eyes, who corrupted something beautiful and pure.
 
Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Post: [1/20]

Briga was stationed with Master Prazutis on Botor where she would see first-hand what type of tactics the Sith employed to hunt, kill and disrupt, all of which were happening on this day. She was currently waiting in the server building with two agents, possibly slicers. They were already infiltrating the mainframe to disable the surveillance. The Caprine kept to herself, watching the hackers write line after line of code in their cyberattack.

The horned mystic wore a long, fur-lined jacket with a hood, elbow-length leather gloves and lightly armored pants built for movement and stealth. She had traded in her ornate gowns for Sith robes and more pedestrian clothing, like the type of garments she wore for her disguise. The hood came in handy as Briga’s horns were unique – the Caprine were not a well-known species in the galaxy and she would be a memorable suspect, at least, if implicated in the bombing they were carrying out.

Still, it was strange to not travel around with an entourage. Her maidens were back in Vain Hollow, licking their wounds from their impromptu torture at the hands of Darth Prazutis and Priestess Tiin. So with anticipation she waited for the Sith Lord to return to her. Like him, she barely trusted anyone. Even these two computer technicians could be double agents and the Acolyte kept a careful eye on them, barely speaking to them or even smiling.

It was clear to all who served Prazutis, from his closest confidants to hired, possible contractors like these agents, that Briga was someone special to him and vice versa. While he treated her like an Acolyte, giving her no special treatment in that department, they traveled together, ate meals with each other, and shared their quarters. The Caprine seer was smitten with the Prince of Panatha; her amber eyes lit up when he was around and she felt stronger in both the Force and with her power. While training was serious during the day, they fed off of each other voraciously at night and the more she studied with the powerful, quick-witted Zambrano, the more she felt herself growing into the perfect Sith-Goddess.
 
Objective: A
Allies: One Sith
Post: 1/20

An unusual calm was blanketed over the site of the fallen soldiers of the Sith army. Above, the silent birds of intrigue glided in silence atop the gentle winds of the Botori sky, scoping the events of below. A blend of lugubrious horns frequently melded through the temperate breezes of the cemetery as those of the procession began their score. Far behind the seated, alone and at some distance, stood Kyros Fen, student to the Force and Major of the army. His rank, however, meant little to him beyond the access to expendable thralls presented to him, not something he would easily take for granted.

However, would he mourn the deaths of such men should they die in action? No, for they were there to serve a purpose, and their deaths would mean they had failed, or indeed succeeded depending on the context. Thus it was that the Sith Pureblood had not attended this particular memorial service out of will. Rather, he had come on the grounds of obligation to his new teacher, the High General [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]. To ponder on those who no longer lived was equal to lamenting a used explosive; it served its purpose and can now be disposed of with efficiency. None of these people appeared to understand this, for they seemed to lack proper perspective on the rules of the universe. It was of no surprise to him that most of them happened to be human. Understandable, then, that they would offer up such a weak-willed attitude.
Feeble, he thought.

Yet as much as it pained him, he would play his part. He would sing their songs and walk their walk if it would ultimately serve himself.
 
Objective: Security

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOMykgR4sAg[/youtube]​
I stood in the background, while the higher ranks made their memorial handskakes and back-patting for the the families of those that gave their lives for the One Sith war machine; collecting and sucking planets up with a disturbing agenda. By myself, I watched with a wretched heart while one-by-one representatives of our cold allies made announcements praising the dead, the lost and forgotten who fought so bravely for a cause that made widows and lonesome wives and parents cry with a bleeding heart for those unforgotten children. Death, that's my wholesome goal regarding the Force, showed me what I was created to be; could only stand holding my hilt tight, my lips sewn shut with silence. "Yes, you have shown me the path," I whispered to myself.

My misguided concept of morality held my thumb numb, refusing to give into killing those that I perceived as the troublesome gits who created this disastrous facade; breathing through one good lung and a mechanical huff I stood my ground. I was not here to kill, nor was I here to cast judgement, but one to be a observationish little darksider; whom possessed a difference of opinion.

"One day."

"Yes, one day."

"Hear me complicated misunderstanding of life? Of course you don't I'm a nothing but when I'm a something..............................."

With a flash of greatness, I killed the man standing next to me during a well designed eulogy with my hot infused blade where nobody took notice, because I'm a nothing as I said, "One day I will be a God among men." With a bobbling head I walked away from the death of love; as the kindling of wind griped my fiery heart; and I knew I was born to be the death of the Force.
 
[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Kyros Fen"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Txon Taronyu"] [member="Valentinian Alexandrus III"] [member="Tymon"] [member="Darth Ferus"]
Objective: A
2/20

She had listened to enough words, by so called sith it was time for her light a candle for the fallen. She did wonder where the security was, after an event like this wit so many sith in one place, it had to be a tempting target. Then again even though they where not in her eyes true sith, they did wield power, maybe everyone else was too scared of them. She as not scared on them, as true sith feared nothing. After all she had found away to cheat death it self, so what was left to fear. After lighting the candle for Darth Shara and a few other dead comrades, she head off to cafeteria. She was going have some water, why she watched the rest of the days events unfold.

She was armed encase anyone did decide to attack her, though only in Light Phrik Weave, though she had some better armour near by in her room for the night if needed. As well as a few toys, though she did hope no one was going to be foolish enough to start some thing.
 
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Post 2/20

As the song came to an end Erebos stood and turned to look over the crowds that had gathered. To see members of the Dark council such as himself and [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] present meant probably to the mourners but to Erebos there was, oddly enough indifference. Moving to the podium to say his peace with those present he stood at it and did something he thought he'd never do but seemed to mean something to those in the front most rows he could see the expressions of. Pressing a finger against the jawline of his mask he shut off the vocal distortion of his voice and instead of the distorted and deep voice the usually came from it, a husky and smooth voice came out of the mask.

"We are gathered here to honor the departed dead. Their sacrifice was the ultimate sacrifice, a sacrifice made to safe guard the future. Not only for those gathered here today but to the next generations to come, so that they can grow and mature in peace. Like most of you, I lost someone dear to me. Lord Mythos was my first and only friend, the only being that I've ever trusted in my life. He showed me, there was beauty in what I called mundane, he was my rival spurning me on to grown and mature to keep up with him. I will not ramble on about the one I've lost as I do not wish to minimize what all of you must be going through as well."

He paused and looked over the crowd before he breathed in and then exhaled in a calm manner. "Despite our losses and in honor of those we have lost we cannot allow for such events to happen again. The One sith are a united front! If we are not then we will fall just like the rebels that brought the turmoil to us." He slammed his fist onto the podium with just enough force for it to register in the mic and then pointed to the memorial behind him. "I will not let this happen again. If I have to rip the still beating hearts from the republic itself to do so I will not all us to be divided once again by petty squabbles and bickering. It has been the bane of many a sith order throughout galactic history but we are none of them! We are the culmination of the sith themselves and our power is the power of the loyal citizens that support us, In our armies, In our fleets and those that have not taken upon themselves to join the military. The ones that make our food, the ones that build our structures are just as vital to our survival as the brave men and women that march in our armies!"

With a raised fist and a little telekinetic nudge he brought his gross guarded lightsaber up into his hand and ignited it. "This lightsaber is nothing before the citizens of the one sith. It is nothing compared to the military of the one sith. IT is merely a tool to be used." With a swift movement he turned his saber towards the memorial. "Before this memorial to those we have lost it is nothing. However with it each and every sith, be they warrior, inquisitor or assassin, Can use it to prevent more loss of life on this scale from happening ever again. It can be used to protect those same brave men and women that fight by our side." Moving the saber to point towards to the awe struck crowd, he then turned it off and placed it against his heart. "One sith, United in purpose, United in it's peoples!"
He wasn't sure if his speech was good or not but he felt it need to be said. The people of the one sith had lost a little faith in the one sith after the civil war and a reassurance that such an event wouldn't happen again might ease them but a promise of not letting the deaths go in vain might be just as good. What he hadn't counted on or seen had been the holocameras that broadcast his speech out.

[member="Kyros Fen"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Txon Taronyu"] [member="Valentinian Alexandrus III"] @Tymon [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Sabine Kurtass"]
 

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