Dominion Loose Ends | SO Dominion of Faldos

[Darth Empyrean]

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Faldos​

877 ABY​

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“I do not care if you think they will cut you into pieces, we cannot let them get their hands on the cache of weapons we store here…”​

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The Nagai gripped his lieutenant by the collar as the words left his mouth in a torrent of rage and spit.​

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“The Sith have occupied this planet, and until this triumvirate rose to power they overlooked the trafficking and profit making engine this shadowport has provided for us for a nominal fee. Suddenly they want more. They want control. It’s always take take take with them.”​

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“We could just give them what they want? What good are credits if we are not alive to spend them?”​

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A shot rang out and silenced the rest of the smugglers gathered in the room. Clearly it was not open for debate. They were going to make a run for it, and take as many of the weapons as they could, especially the rare and valuable ones. There was not a lot of time to clear out. Even as the capital ships of the Sith settled into orbit around the planet. Things were changing. What had once been a stable agreement, no longer held any value it seemed.​

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The Sith were starting up their war machine once more, and that meant they needed profits, credits, weapons, anything that would keep it running. The smuggling operations were valuable, but so was the cargo they had hidden throughout the planet.​

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“What about the artifact?”​

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“Leave it… arm it… maybe that will keep them busy so we can escape.”​

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Several nods were given around the makeshift stand up meeting. It was clear things were devolving into every smuggler for themselves, but not before ensuring an escape plan that kept them alive.​

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Or so they thought.​

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A wave of dark side energy washed though the room. The artifact had been activated with less than desired results. The life force of each smuggler was drained as a sacrifice to power the device. Was it a weapon? They really did not know. It was too late to find that out. Whatever they had their hands on, it was dangerous, deadly.​

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“My lord, I’m reading some kind of energy surge from the planet below.”​

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A hooded figure approached the naval officer. His deep baritone voice made something akin to pondering hum.​

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“Life signs?”​

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“None…”​

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“Isolate the epicenter and send me the coordinates. I must inform Empyrean.”​

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Objective 1: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that​

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A local smuggling network with ties to the Hutts has been allowed to operate on Faldos unperturbed - but recent rebel cells have been tracked to weapons they sold. The agreement and protect offered to them has been rescinded on the Grand Tribune's orders. They are to be put to the sword, burned from Faldos - root to stem. Infiltrate their headquarters, a shipping warehouse near the space port, and bring them to the executioner's block - or enact your own form of judgement.​

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All their assets are free to the conqueror's right. Get their records, sell them to the next criminals, or arm yourselves with their stash.​

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Objective 2: They’re dead Jim​

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An artifact at a separate location has been foolishly ignited - draining the life force from every nearby. First it was the local bar, tucked away from prying eyes - but soon it expanded its field outwards to the neighboring homes, apartments, and stores. More than three dozen now lie dead, and the Sith must enter this field to deactivate it before it can expand further. You are tasked with entering, sealing this device, and returning it to the Research Corp for study.​

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Do not allow it to expand its range any more.​

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Objective 3: Eliminating the Competition​

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As Faldos begins to fall under the control of the Imperium, loose ends begin to rear their heads. A Kainite scouting ship has been detected on the edge of the system, and a response force was quickly organized to deal with it. The Order demands a singular thing, the navigational data stored on the computers to track down the Malsheem. Boarding parties have already breached the port hanger, causing a large battle to begin to stir in the depths of the vessel. End this war before it can begin.​

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Objective 4: BYOO​

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Have fun. Be Sith. Explore Faldos. Make friends or enemies. Whatever your hand finds to do… do it.​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Smuggle Me This
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Drake Delgado

Faldos was not that unique among the worlds lining the Outer Rim, another dismal little backwater planet that had become a haven of smuggling and other illicit activities that were best done far away from any law and order for one reason or another. Unfortunately for Faldos, one such smuggling network had not been playing to their agreed conditions that the Sith had so generously given them to allow them a continued existence on the borders of the Sith Order.

When a trail of weapons found in the hands of rebels led right back to Faldos it was clear what had to be done with such a betrayal, an example had to be made. And Alisteri was among several Sith and military assets that were dispatched to send that message.

A brief bombing run and quick initial landing had secured the spaceport closest to the smuggler's headquarters, paving the way for the full invasion of the planet to be set in motion. The masked Knight himself was, as usual, alongside the first boots to touch the ground and by now had made his way out of the spaceport with a contingent of soldiers on his heels.

The warehouse that had been identified as the smuggler's headquarters was within sight and the soldiers were already on the march towards it. Alisteri pulled his lightsaber from his belt and ignited its red blade as the civilians living around the spaceport barricaded themselves in their homes while the soldiers of the Sith marched through their streets.

The Sith brought two things to Faldos this day, Order and Judgement. Alisteri would be administering both at the end of his blade, and these smugglers would be the first to feel it.

 

[Darth Drake Delgado]

Objective: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment:Mlee / Pistol / Rifle / Shield / Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Strosius

It was the first time Darth Drake had been to Faldos, he had heard more or less about this place. It is said that this place has always been a corrupt and disorderly place.

Darth Drake wore his usual weapons, but the only difference was that he was now a sith member and had taken his shield and armor from the sith.
Being a Sith member was his childhood dream, and since this was his first assignment, he was a bit excited.

Darth Drake was following the soldiers from behind. Darth Drake saw Alister Haxim pull out his lightsaber and snapped out of his thoughts and looked around.
The warehouse, which was determined to be the smuggler's headquarters, was within sight and the soldiers were already advancing towards it.
So Darth Drake took out his Blaster from his Belt and loaded the bullets...

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Port Hangar - KWV Crimson Eternity
Objective: III - Eliminating the Competition │ Repel Boarders
Tags: Open

She should have expected this to happen.

Still groggy after emerging from the bacta tank owing to the injury she sustained in her arena duel, it didn’t take long for the Asa’nyx’s anger to rise to the fore. She had been defeated—humiliated before a live audience and forced to run with a metaphorical tail between her legs. The tiny speedster could only guess at what might be in store for her return to the Temple of the Sith Kabal on Malsheem. While her opponent had been a Sith Knight, she knew that her overseers would spare her little mercy in spite of that fact—repayment for the shame she had brought to the Kainate and by extension, the Eternal Father. No doubt, they would encourage her peers to challenge her. Someone faster, stronger, or more skilled could be coming out of the gene-laboratories that very moment, her replacement for suffering one failure too many.

If she was in the same position as her instructors, she might have done the same.

Quintessa’s alabaster features were tense with barely-repressed anger as she led a contingent of Carnifex-class Dark Troopers towards the port hangar to reinforce the ailing defenses. Closing in on the doors leading into the hangar bay, the speedster took a deep breath before launching herself ahead with dazzling speed, leaving the big, lumbering battle droids in her wake.

She knew that it wouldn’t be long before they caught up.

Quintessa’s chakrams sliced silently through the air ahead of the speedster’s trajectory, one after the other, the bladed discs decapitated a pair of advancing guardsmen, their helmet-clad heads hitting the ground with a dense thuds that were barely audible over the cacophony of the battle. One of the chakrams circled around to return to its wielder, but the other continued on to smoothly decapitate a second pair of soldiers, before ripping open the chest of another and losing much of its momentum in the process. Not a split-second later, Quintessa arrived to slash one of her gauntlet-mounted vibroblades across the man’s throat, thereby finishing the kill.

By then, the Dark Troopers had arrived in a brutal, unyielding column, blasters belching crimson fire as the Kainate defenders rallied in an effort to retake the momentum.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Rayden Helonus]

A R B I T R A T O R
TAGS - None
LOCATION - Faldos, Artefact's Epicenter

Fools. Damned fools and blasphemers.

To fight tooth and nail for your survival, to take every opportunity and advantage possible? That was something Rayden understood, a trait so deeply embedded into him that it should take his very bones with it if he were to ever try to purge it from himself. What he could not understand was the impulse to do something so foolish as to toy with something far beyond their understanding, beyond their comprehension and control, just for the possibility that it could buy them time to escape.

It was a thoughtless risk, a poorly calculated chance that lead to needless death and wanton destruction. It was sloppy. A failure.

That was why the Pureblood hated it. As his ship swooped down into the atmosphere, his initial premonitions and the predictions of both his lord and Emperor, Darth Empyrean . The bitter, metallic taste it left on his tongue, the indescribable, spiritual shadow that pulsed like a heartbeat... the mysterious source of the energy signature was, no doubt, an artefact of ancient origins. Such information would no doubt be useful in deactivating it. Securing the artefact would, of course, prove to be a worthy feat for Rayden... not that Empyrean would have dispatched him had he thought it outside his capabilities. Ancient Knowledge was his specialty, though his disposition towards Diplomacy could not be denied.

Nearing the epicenter of the energy signature, presumably the location of the artefact itself, the Sith rose from his meditation. Stepping out of his personal quarters, brushing past the crewman that had come to rouse him for their arrival. "Maintain speed, it's too dangerous to land." he commanded, slamming his fist into the ramp control panel as it hissed open. "Bring us low over the rooftops, I'll make my own way to street level." he continued, the crewman nodding silently and relaying the command to the pilot.

It wasn't as though the pilot had much time to correct their course, nor account for the new orders; not a heartbeat after the crewman disappeared from sight, Rayden leapt from the ramp. His robes billowed around him, the wind rushing past him as he softened his landing on a nearby rooftop before, promptly, vaulting over the edge and onto the ground below.

Pausing a moment, the crimson-skinned sith pulled his hood back over his head, regaining his composure as he followed his senses in the direction of the artefact.
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[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 3: Eliminating the Competition

Familiarity danced in the air, alongside his own Lochris, as the Force whirled around him, his Consume Essence like inky tendrils as it took upon the forms of all those around him.

Even the vacuum of Space could not negate the power of the Force.

Alongside his Lochris flew other Caedus Class Starfighters, all flying in unison as the tactics of the Guard dictated, for a single enemy ship, and a scouting one at that, they did not need to do much, strafe along the hull and armour, disabling the cannons, while fanning out to watch for any reinforcements.

Indeed, the Exodus Class Starbombers remained in hanger too, there would be no useful information if the ship was blown up.

Thus, all that remained was the fleet of Tsrotzhu Class Gunships, filled to the brim with the Guard, and what with the scouting ship, derelict and already having been boarded by other Sith Forces, should be easy prey for the Guard.

Or that was the hope.

Yet the nagging familiarity was not a good omen.

"Custos, begin the assault." Malum ordered into his commlink.

"It shall be done, my lord." The commlink responded, a gruff, earthy voice of the man that led this contingent of the Household Guard.

The fleet of Gunships advanced out from the hanger, of the Star Destroyer, not his, not yet, anyway. Yet one that belonged to the Tsis'Kaar, for now, the temporary headquarters of himself and the Guard while they brought the Faldos system to heel. Before a much more enticing target had brought itself to their attention.

Why the Kainites had thought of stealth against the masters of the craft, he was not certain. Yet perhaps the destruction of various Tsis'Kaar cells within the Kainites had given them more confidence than had been warranted.

He would make them pay for that mistake.

Heading the gunships, his Lochris purred like a feline, as the engines slowed to a halt, a craft that could travel faster than light itself, brought to the pace of a snail as it flew into the open hanger bays, disregarding the dead corpses of Sith and Kainite forces alike, the broken and discarded boarding craft, as fires raged throughout the hanger.

Malum only sighed as the frustrating sense of familiarity refused to leave him.

Cheers rang out among the survivors of the first assault, as those armoured like the soldiers that had danced the streets of Coruscant during the age of the Reconstituted Sith Empire sallied out of the gunship bay doors, blasters of various make firing against the Kainite dark troopers, as the renewed battle was brought forth again in the ship.

This would be a bloody battle he knew.

Yet if he was able to find the location of the Malsheem.

It would be all the sweeter.

Momentum turning against the Sith, turned back yet again, as his cloak billowed, at his exit from the Lochris, eyes shining brilliantly, as he charged forth, joining the Guard in securing their newest prize.

That sense of familiarity only grew more and more palpable with every step he took.

"Quintessa." His mind whispered to him the answer, as he witnessed the Speedster cut down one of his helmeted men.

This suddenly became more complicated.

His blade ignited as his eyes met hers.

"Glad to see you are alive, Quintessa," Malum said, a solemn smile making his way to his lips, as it became all too apparent what this meant.

She was still with the Kainites, she was loyal to them, held some sort of loyalty to the failed Emperor. Thus, if she was here... that meant, she was his foe.

A foe to be eliminated.

"A foe who knows where the Malsheem is." Malum's mind whispered, a ray of hope blooming within him.

To capture one who sorely did not want to be captured.

He had gotten rather good at that.

Quintessa

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Port Hangar - KWV Crimson Eternity
Objective: III - Eliminating the Competition │ Repel Boarders
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr

Quintessa’s Sense heightened as his presence registered in her awareness.

“Malum.” Quintessa hissed as she turned towards the Marr scion with a burning anger in her cyan gaze. As if to emphasize an unspoken point, the twitching form of the guardsman she had cut the throat of collapsed behind her as she spoke, the man choking on his own blood as it pooled around him.

“You’ve made a bad decision, coming here.” Quintessa began. “Though I suppose you never had a habit of making good ones.” The Asa’nyx continued, before pulling her other chakram free from the fallen guardsman’s chest, the blade stained a deep shade of crimson. “It’s a shame, because you might still owe me a favor.” A frown manifested over her features, a cold, mocking expression that disappeared just as quickly as it came.

“I’ll just have to steal it off your corpse instead!”

Suddenly, Quintessa sprang into motion, cutting hard to her left as she made to run a circle around Malum with the speed of wind dancing in a strong tornado. Mid-stride, the speedster heaved a chakram towards the Acolyte’s neck from 15 meters away, with the intent to decapitate, or failing that, to send a message.

They were Sith, before they were friends.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Von-Kri]

Objective III​

Near: Darth Malum of House Marr // Quintessa​

Engaging: Open​

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So this was a Kainite ship, he mused to himself as he stepped off on the fourth transport to land in the hangar. Others had already pushed forward into the halls, now by the sounds of it engaged in heavy combat. He could even see the occasional red blaster light up the dark corridor, only to fade in a mix of screams and gunfire deeper within.​

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He coughed harsh into his hand, glancing down to his palm to see the spotting of blood. Annoyed, he wiped it on his hip and looked about for other exits. Most were sealed by blast doors, more than a few had lightsaber resistant double doors put over them - likely freshly added given the rising tensions between the Sith mandates. Factionalism had a tendency to force inspired adaptation, but that made it more annoying for him.​

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So instead, he'd just have to enter as the rest did - only to be rebuffed by the sudden strikes between the two more experienced persons. He grit his teeth at their clash, through both the Force and their strikes, and moved about to try and pass them - igniting his lightsaber to block a few stray blaster bolts before slipping into a side room yet unmolested by the carnage.​

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Inside was a relay room, meant to serve as a point of conjunction for this area of the ship's electronic sub system. The idea came into his head to simply cut it all down - but he realized only moments before he did that, it might knock out the life support systems, or Typhojem forbid, the energy shielding holding the atmosphere in place through the hanger. He cringed at the thought of his and everyone else death being to the vacuum, instead of combat, then looked around for a manual.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Objective III

Lirka was a greatly experienced boarder at this point in her life, the dance between cramped hallways, insertion via boarding pod, drop ship, or other more exotic means, the exhilaration of never truly being able to escape the carnage unless you won, or died trying. It was a magical thing, though in a much rarer twist of fate, she was on the defensive today.

There was no rushing forward in great assaults, nor bellows towards the fools who had sought to assail the Kainate vessel. No, Lirka was a shadow today. Stalking the darkness of the ship's holds, waiting to pounce upon those who had the brain to escape the main clash and slink deeper into the subsystems of the vessel. And luckily for her, one such Sithling did just that.

Once in the relay room, she waited for a moment before properly revealing herself: though anyone truly looking would never find it hard to sense her presence, a void in the force that followed the monstrous woman's every move. But, stepping out from the shadows with heavy footfall of metal crashing down into metal, the glowing eyes of her helmet fell upon Von-Kri

"Now, now, boy. It's rather rude to skulk around without permission."

With the current trend towards inter-Sith conflict, and the blood of lifeday still fresh in her mind: Lirka hungered for the chance to put another Sithling fool in their place. Not waiting for a response, she brought her mighty blade to her hand and let the plasma filament roar to life.

 

[Nupax nurin]

Objective: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: forcesaber/ 10 daggers
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Drake Delgado

as they marched she walked in all black contrasting with her red skin and Making an imposing figure as she walked with militaristic precision her force aura dark and cold at the same time they neared the warehouse. She didn't wield a weapon yet not that she needed one the darkside was hers to control and a few smugglers and bruisers where nothing next to the power of the darkside. She could feel the effects of the artifact draining people far off it was as glorious as it was disturbing a waste of life and they wanted to research it probably to replicate it and drop it onto other worlds but that wasn't her concern right now she was here to dispatch some smugglers her gaze cold her talents wasted but if she could gain something from this she would. As she marched next to alisteri she could sense his willingness to deliver judgment and order "I sense your zeal to please and gain renown within the order but a good sith never stops looking for ways to improve their own standing either by slaves, test subjects for alchemy or knowledge if you meet the needs of the empire in the process who needs to be any the wiser" she said knowing he probably already knew this she could feel a few people moving around in the warehouse trying to make a last stand those who where wanting to stay and fight the brave and stupid she could work with brave but stupid not that unfortunately as they approached she knew there was a sith behind their troops accompanying them why he wasn't upfront with them was unkown to her besides the fact that he was either untrained or unsure of his abilities both where unacceptable on the battle field it could get him or others killed but as long as it wasn't her she would let him tag along.

 

[Von-Kri]

Objective III​

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr // Quintessa​

Engaging: Lirka Ka​

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He had found the manual to the room, diagrams of wiring and piping that connected to various parts of the ship - and at last, a fuse diagram showing which plugs to pop to disable certain systems and doors. Some were hidden behind secondary security measures, things like turrets and cameras - but with a bit of time he could get behind those as well.​

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The issue became clear, however, that he simply didn't have time. The door to the room slid open and the heavy foot stomps of the Slave Hunter entered the room. He glanced up from the manual, and kept himself calm enough to not instantly drop the book and ignite his saber - though that may have been the smarter move.​

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"It's rather rude to skulk around without permission."​

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He thought about a quip, some witty response for the Elf - but after only a second his nerves got the better of him and he threw the book at them. It fluttered papers and documentation important for the running of the vessel. He only hoped there was a second one somewhere else, but then he realized he probably wouldn't be using this room anymore either. So his response was forced to default back to step one.​

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Just break things.​

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He ignited his saber and rushed out of Lirka's view, ripping his lightsaber across one of the panels in a wide X pattern. Lirka could outfight him, surely, so he would simply have to attempt to outwit them. The trouble came that quick responses and smart ones were not always equal - so instead of a simple fire or shock, a massive plasma arc blew the room to pieces and burnt everything to a crisp in a shimmering shocking mess. Von-Kri was launched through a transparisteel wall behind him, desperately coughing as he felt burns across his body.​

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And the sickness deep in his lungs, struggling to hold him down like chains. Move, he thought, move or die. And so he moved - picking himself up to hobble as quickly as he could down the service tunnel in the hopes of escaping the Kainite Killer. Hopefully the fires and smoke would slow them down for at least a moment - until he could find another room to enter.​

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For the rest of the ship, the lights and systems would suddenly die - fire response would engage, and blast doors would fail open and closed in their various positions. It made the already dangerous fight suddenly far more deadly as doors for reinforcements on both sides slammed shut, and fire surpression burst from the ceilings. Some were quickly bypassed and rewired, but many would interfere with the continued conflict.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka stood there, waiting for his response and being greatly disappointed when it was just a book. Like a statue she stood there as papers fluttered to the floor, only with their descent to reveal Von-Kri slashing through the many mechanisms of systems of the room.

She reached her hand out for a moment, as if to stop him. But she quickly drew it back, a slow and grumbling growl coming out from her helmet. As the saber did its magic, Lirka raised her arms up to shield herself some as the room exploded into flame. Tumbling to the floor with a roll, she let out a grunt as she rose back up to her feet, giving her head a shake as the light returned to her lenses.

She took in the darkness around her and let out a laugh, a foul mechanical thing that echoed through the carnage of the explosion. Glazing her eyes around the carnage she saw her quarry was nowhere to be found

Throwing her head back she let out a bellowing cry

"Do you think you can run, boy!? Do you think you can hold back a true champion of the Dark!?"

She walked through the wreckage, running her burning blade across the metal. Finally, she saw the hole leading down through the service tunnel. And with heavy footfalls echoing down its length she advanced. And of course, as she always did, playing the whole thing up for dramatic effect.

"The darkness is not your ally, Sithling! I will find you, and then you will break!"

She bellowed her voice down the hall, in truth she cared little for his response. Lirka just liked to hear herself monologue at the end of the day.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Smuggle Me This
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Drake Delgado

The masked man cocked his head to the side as the Sith next to him spoke, a chuckle leaving him as he shook his head. "Your senses must be failing you then. I have no desire for renown and no need to please my 'betters'. Nor do I believe in slaves, and test subjects I have plenty of. I'm here for the material these smugglers hide away, they themselves are of no use to me. Better to cut them out before they can spread their criminality to the world under our control."

The weapons and armor that lay within the warehouse were all that he needed from this planet, aside from perhaps that one artifact but it seemed too dangerous to bother with. Alisteri didn't really care for the smugglers at all, they had supplied their enemies and thus had become enemies in their own right. So they were doomed to the same fate that all the Sith's adversaries faced.

Execution.

As the soldiers formed up around the warehouse Alisteri looked over the various possible entrances. There was of course the most direct route of the front door, a loading bay in the back that had been sealed off by a heavy gate, and windows lining the roof. All had their own advantages and disadvantages of course. After a moment of deliberation he deactivated his lightsaber and clipped it onto his belt before grabbing ahold of the wall and pulling himself up. The roof would be the most surprising entrance after all.

 

[Von-Kri]

Objective III​

Tag: Quintessa // Darth Malum of House Marr​

Engaging: Lirka Ka​

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Had this lady ever heard about subtlety? Judging by her screams and stomps, Von-Kri could guess probably not - but that didn't change the fact she was currently chasing him down the tunnel. Chances were, she would catch him too - and he wasn't prepared for that inevitability just yet. He glanced around at the junctions, crawled beneath a wiring cage, and then kept moving hoping that one of these would lead to an exit and not a dead end.​

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As he ran, and coughed, he pulled from his belt small potions of dangerous content. Diseases and poisons of the Sith Alchemy wing, many he had synthesized himself with the guidance of old books. Things that would create sores on the skin that wept, a deep rattling cough that would destroy ones endurance, head ache inducing potions that might blind someone from pain. The variety didn't need to be applied directly, only put in the path to be interacted with - through most membranes.​

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He shattered a few on the floor - hoping that any advantage he could get would give him an inkling at defeating this monster. So he kept running, hoping they would follow him as he tried to navigate his way to the central storage computers - only for wires and hanging cages to batter him in his mad sprint.​

 

[Darth Drake Delgado]

Objective: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: Mlee / Pistol / Rifle / Shield / Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Strosius



Darth Drake was about to prepare his Weapon and follow Alister, just then he remembered that he had arrived in uniform instead of battle armor. So he chose the other way, the front door.

The soldiers got ready, placed 2 time bombs on the front door and activated the bombs. Darth Drake pointed the barrel of his gun toward the door and waited. When the bombs expired, they exploded and the soldiers started shooting at the smugglers who were caught off guard.

Darth Drake shot 20 of the smugglers right on the front line, they didn't have to live anyway.
But he spent 30 rounds. Not paying much attention to this, he activated his shield and started to move forward, and the smugglers were starting to retreat because they were unprepared.

Soldiers managed to get inside the warehouse!
The soldiers wanted to bomb the road to the other room, but Darth Drake said -
"Darth Strodius will most likely go inside the building, let's defend for now and he'll get it done"...

 

[Nupax nurin]

Objective: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: forcesaber/ 10 daggers
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Drake Delgado

nupax respected his answer "then perhaps you'll make it as a sith after all even if I did peg you wrong to begin with" she said. As the soldiers surrounded the building she stood there looking over the building the roof was a solid approach for entry but in her opinion the best choice was to rip the front door open and as she pulled out the hilt to her force saber she smiled loving this part. But before she could spring her own element of surprise the soldiers planted bombs on the door and blew it up killing a bunch of smugglers inside she shrugged her shoulders "form a perimeter around the warehouse anyone besides me and darth strosius leave this warehouse shoot to kill" she said as she walked in igniting her crimson blade as it seeped darkside energy. Part of her wanted to use sith necromancy on the dead smugglers to create zombies but she didn't trust the ability especially with not knowing where alisteri was within the warehouse as she walked down a hallway.

she didn't actually care if he survived and the zombies would act as a horrifying shock troop she was more than capable of dealing with smugglers without them as she was about to walk past a room the door way lit up with gunfire which she barely dodged. She sensed them in the room and smirked their fear was palpable she almost pittied them as she conjured flames into her hand using pyrokinesis and shot flames through them burning the smugglers to ash screams of agony could be heard through the warehouse as she projected the pain and screams of the burning smugglers to the rest of their compatriots in the warehouse the sensation of being burned alive as she searched the room there was little of value besides the weapons they where carrying which seemed to be stock weapons for this room she noticed the table with a sebaac deck and a bunch of credits and a few cots she used the force to put the credit chits into her pocket. As she proceeded onward towards a larger group and room she still projected the agony those men faced outward for the smugglers to face Making alisteris and her job easier. Atleast it would demoralize them feeling what was in store I'd they fought even if they where to die anyway she would break their will to fight and then them I'd they where lucky.

 

[Lirka Ka]

As she stomped her way down the tunnel, hungering for the blood of the Sithling. She walked straight into the trap Von-Kri had laid out for her, while much of her suit prevented her airborne disease: as the pathogens snuck through the soft bits of the suit's joints they began to take hold, though, maybe not as he had thought.

Lirka's immune system was a strange thing, almost alive in its own right: the malign processes that kept her foul, unholy form alive. As the disease slithered its way through her rotting form, her body writhed in response. Actively trying to suppress it where it could, though in truth it proved nothing but a hindrance as flesh grew and knitted itself, moving to protect. It stopped Lirka right in her tracks as she reeled, yet she did not allow herself any cry of pain. There had been much pain in the past cycles, this body being pushed to its limits more and more…

Yet she did not let her thoughts distract her from her quarry. In fact, she felt even more emboldened as the first thunderous coughing fit hit her.

"What a fancy trick, boy. Why don't you come here and show me it again?"

Another coughing fit, now with a vague wetness to it. Her voice became more hushed now, speaking to no one but herself

"Such wonderful things we shall do together…"

Now, she did not see this Sithling as an intruder to be destroyed. But as a tool to be exploited, for in him she could see suffering on a most grand scale. Even as she hacked, Lirka's pace began to quicken: fueled by this new exploitation motivation.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Smuggle Me This
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Drake Delgado

"Worry not for me, I've survived this long after all." Alisteri didn't give off any orders for the soldiers or for his fellow Sith, he trusted that they could make their own entrance and decisions. If not then they could be injured or even killed so they had plenty of incentive to get it right. As the bomb blew open the front door he clambered up onto the roof of the building and pulled his lightsaber from his belt once more.

He glanced down through the windows that dotted the roof before spotting one that appeared to be right over the center of the largest area of the warehouse. And the area where most of the smugglers had fallen back to. "Ah, perfect."

As the smugglers aimed towards and attempted to prepare themselves for the footsteps approaching them from inside the warehouse, most of them with trembling hands and even shakier resolves, some of their gazes snapped upwards as the window above them shattered. The Knight landed in the middle of the main group and wasted no time in severing the head of the nearest smuggler as lightning crackled in his other hand.

The smugglers scattered away in a disorganized rabble as Alisteri kept up his attack, one hand loosing bolts of lightning to down any that got too far while the other wielded his blade and cut down any that were close to him. Of course they had no real preparations or defenses to speak of, aside from a handful of heavier blasters. And soon the reality of their situation would begin to set in the minds of the smuggler gang; this wasn't a battle, it was an extermination.

 

[Von-Kri]

He could hear the results of his attack, wet and growingly worse cough in the distance. It triggered his own reflex and made him cough too - but that wasn't his concern in the moment. The burning sensation in his lungs could become Dark Side power - pain made strength, encouraging him to keep running. The trouble came after he hit his first, second, and third dead end - all narrowing to a point he couldn't continue down.​

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On one of his turns back, in a slightly wide area full of capacitors and other large scale piping - likely transporting tibanna gas - he ran into the Slave Monster once more. Lirka was indeed hit, the struggles obvious in their step and stance - it was a sensation he was familiar with. He could even sense the pathogens work there way through her body. Perhaps it wouldn't be lethal, but it would slow her - just enough.​

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At least he hoped.​

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Von-Kri ignited his saber again, letting to go to his side as he took a tentative step backwards, quietly trying to map out the tunnels he had gone down thus far. If worse came to worse, he needed an exit strategy.​

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"How's the cough?", he said, stifling his own.​

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"In a few minutes, you're lungs are going to flood."​

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Lirka Ka​

 

[Darth Drake Delgado]

Objective:Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: Mlee / Pistol / Rifle / Shield / Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Strosius

"then perhaps you'll make it as a sith after all even if I did peg you wrong to begin with"

"I can't use force well yet, when I use force perfectly, I will be a real Sith"

Darth Drake reloads his gun and fires 30 more rounds. He doesn't know how many smugglers he shot as there was chaos inside, but I don't really care because all he wanted was loot.

Darth Acidiya, who burns living things alive, and Darth Strodius, who destroys living things by removing electricity from his hand, Darth Drake, who takes advantage of the brutality, searches for the dead smugglers left behind. Then he says to himself,
"These two and the soldiers won't leave a living thing here, it's best to wait outside"
Then he went out and waited for the brutality inside to end...