Luxurious Aggression (OS Dominion of Vortex)

[Lord Ajihad]

Vortex was mostly a forested planet, while the rest of its terrain consisted of plains and mountains. It was a planet in the mid rim, right at the doorstep of the One Sith war machine. The Sith wanted the planet for themselves, but the planetary leader would have none of it. He didn't want the darksiders anywhere near his precious planet, and that was the end of it. Or so he thought...​

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The Sith Assassins had managed to secretly get a copy of his personal schedule, and today, he would be visiting a luxurious hotel with his family. In preparations for his arrival, the resort was bustling with security. He would also be arriving with an entourage of guards, to prevent any sort of jungle ambush from succeeding. The hotel was placed in a small area of plains amidst an enormous jungle. It had luxurious pools, bars, restaurants, and hotel rooms.​

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Over the course of the past few days, the members of the one Sith had slowly began to arrive at the resort. They would be dressed as normal pedestrians, as to not raise any suspicion. When the Prime Minister arrived, they would ambush him and his entourage. However, the Sith would first need to cripple the security force already present at the hotel site. It would certainly be a day to remember...​

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Objectives:

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1. Hang out and socialize at the resort, and look like a normal citizen. Do not give away the fact that you are Sith!​

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2. Subtly dismantle the hotel's security force, so the Prime Minister and his convoy can be destroyed without opposition later on.​

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3. Do your own thing!​

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[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Nyte Ignis"] [member="Kana Truden"]​

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Objective: (Netflix and?) Chill​

Location: Resort Pool​

Allies: OS​

Enemies: Inadequate Sunscreen​

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Lord Ajihad was in an uncomfortable environment, to say the least. The shirtless Sith was sitting in a beach chair in front of a swimming pool, beer bottle in his right hand. Of course, no alcohol was actually in the container. He never got intoxicated before a slaughtering...​

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He watched with contempt as a little boy did a cannonball into the pool, splashing him with water. The assassin had to restrain himself from vaporizing the whelp with a blazing bolt of lightning. However, he brought his anger under control, and let his body relax. He couldn't risk giving away his attunement to the dark side at any cost, the mission depended on his self-control. One wrong move, and it was all over.​

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He shifted uncomfortably in the seat as he felt his skin burning. He was very dark-skinned, so he really never burnt. He had still applied sunscreen, but it was incompetent in comparison to the blazing heat the radiated through the air. He sighed. He should probably go in the pool, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to restrain himself from killing the annoying little child who seemed to be relieving himself in the water...​

 

[Nyte Ignis]

Nyte slowly made her way from her room, well that was one security guard that would be snoozing for a little while. She simply exhausted him. Not with her body but with a deep choke hold that put him out and then she ditched him up on the roof. She did so enjoy leaving passed out bodies in unusual places.

Now she made her way downstairs, her swimsuit showed off more than she would have wanted but for now she made no complaints. She has been specific to get away from children, remaining in the Adults only section of the hotel. Now though she would go to meet some others in the pool area. She made her way, pulling off the coverup, letting her form become even more well known. She stared at the little boy, dropping down into the pool. She beckoned him over, him coming over as she promised a fun game.

Though soon the child learned to stay away from angry looking disguised Sith. She yanked him by the hair, glaring deep into his eyes with her own black dead ones, speaking quietly so that only he would hear. Once she let him go, she smiled friendly as the child fled from the pool area. She grinned, her shaded eyes glancing over to [member="Lord Ajihad"] relief on her face as he seemed almost annoyed as she was by children.

She settled up against the shallow end, her rear comfortably on the steps of the pool, lounging backwards, waiting and soaking up some much needed sun. It was nice to get a small break from working. Though, she was expecting another guard to meet her, she had been specific to him, she needed to relax and if he could meet her in the pool after his shift ended. She grinned to herself, a guard, drinking after a shift would be oh so perfect and easy to subdue.

She also awaited the arrival of [member="Darth Vizios"] to help her keep company and to help keep her cover and it would always be interesting to see [member="Darth Ophidia"] relaxing for once.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

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Objective: Explore caves in the jungle​

Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]​

Enemies: Cave Critters​

Post: 1/20​

While many of their colleagues would be lounging pool-side sipping Mai Tais, Darth Azurea and Darth Pyrrhus were going hunting. The darkside was so pervasive in the Mid-Rim, and with the Sith expanding across the galaxy at a rapid pace, there were rumors that Terentatek were sighted on planets where they had not been normally seen.

Like the jungle caves of Vortex. Darth Azurea was dressed in the type of lightweight, sleeveless armored top, loose pants that she had worn on Selvaris. The Togruta Lord was in his normal Sith robes. The brunette human felt a nostaligic wave of emotion at the both of them being together in a humid, muddy jungle as their encounter in a similar landscape had brought them together.

But now they were companions, rather than enemies. Although as she recalled, rather fondly now - not so much at the time - her nemesis on the battlefield that day had ended up being much more inquistive and quite helpful once they were alone in his quarters. Although they never did discover anything about the Sith healing that had vexed Azurea during those prior months.

Togruta's were known for being expert hunters, and Azurea was keen on seeing how Pyrrhus would do once they encountered the Terentatek. That is, if they could find one. First they needed to locate the cave. Leaning into him and scrolling her fingers over the surface of her datapad, she showed him the crudely drawn map found on the body of a bloodless Jedi who had perished, near to the cave.

"According to these directions, we have to hike up this trail for a few miles until we come to a rope bridge that overlooks a waterfall. Once we go over that, the path will take us to a series of caves. The Terentatek is rumored to be in the largest one."

Darth Azura was definitely focused on the mission, but she was hoping that the waterfall wouldn't be too captivating to distract them from the task at hand.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Raid Vors museums reliquaries
Location: Vortex Capital
Allies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: Whoever wants to stop us
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The Vors were a species that highly valued culture and the arts. Although their famous Catherdral of the Winds no longer stood in the captial city, the reptilian winged aliens had a plethora of museums, libraries and reliquaries which held strange and wondrous lore. It was said that one of these reliquaries, a room in the Museum of Ahlm, contained Nightsister artifacts, like a Talisman of Transformation. Sage Bane was a collector of dark treasures and ephemera, and he coveted this talisman greatly. Especially since, unlike the Talisman of the Raven and the Talisman of the Brackaset, no one knew exactly which spirit animal this particular ring allowed the user to become.

While the Sith Assassins were busy eliminating the Prime Minister of Vortex, Sage and his easily excitable, but totally irresistable, acolyte would be on the other side of the city. He told the young Force adept that the two of them were going to tour the Museum of Ahlm. Of course, by tour, Sage meant the murder of the museum's entire staff as well as its guests. Kinsey was not made aware of this plan, just yet. As Kinsey knew well, Sage wasn't really the type to give out too many spoilers.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: Visit a stuffy museum
Location: Vortex Capital
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: stuffy museum visits

Fingers entwined with Sage's long, thin digits. Too-blue eyes darted around the city. They were nearing the museum entrance. "But do we have to go? You could go look at your artifacts and things and I uh....," gaze darted around the surrounding metropolitan shops and buildings, "could check out those new Volcum speeder models."

Don't get anybody wrong. Kins was grateful for a chance to explore any new city and get off that Star Destroyer. But traipse around some stuffy museum looking at old stuff????

BORING

Maybe she and Sage could find a dark corner somewhere...

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Sell some drugs
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Drugs
Enemies: Not drugs
Post: 1/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7bqZIpC3Pg​

The man, the myth, the loin cloth. Nipple rings glistening in the sunlight, sparkling that shinny sparkle sparkle. SPARKLY! The beard, the majestic man mane, flew frivolously from that proud chin as he strode around the large oval pool. Stalking like a lion, but more liony.

Popping a tic tac, oddly resembling a kranos popper, he sat down in the pool side and wiggled his toes. The ripples where gleaming and fresh and everything right in the world, spreading outward and making the universe a better place. Every little ripple became a bigger ripple, touching the hearts and minds of the rich elite in the pool, the best clientele Kranos could ever want. Just then, he spotted it, that thing he was looking for. Someone sober.

Sauntering on over, gyrating and thrusting as one of his figure would, he progressed over with man purse in hand.

"Tell me...ever had a good time?"

He held up his hands before the man and his much much younger date could respond. Stopping them in their tracks, he shook his head.

"Let me rephrase that. I have drugs."

Classic Kranos. Style, elegance, and flair! As they considered his smooth implied offer, he began head bopping to the sweet tones flying in the zephyr.

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: A Good Time
Location: Pool Side
Allies: The Sun
Enemies: Sunburns
Post: 1/20

Andais could not wait to grab a chair by the pool. She had saved for a year to afford this vacation, she wanted to come home rocking a tan or a tattoo. Maybe both. She decided before she left home that this vacation felt very, very, very pink. And so her hair was appropriated shaded and dreaded for the occasion. She had a new pink and black swimsuit with little skulls on it. So adorable.

The concrete pool deck was hot already, she could feel it as she made her way to an open lounge chair. The cute bow sandals matched her suit and cover up. She was so proud of herself for getting a good bargain on it. She dropped her things and arranged her towel on the chair, then shimmied out of the coverup. She'd put on tanning oil up in the room, just before she'd had a little bit of spice.

She was in that spot where she liked the feeling of her tongue running over the grooves in the top of her mouth. Her dark, cateye sunglasses shaded her wild pink eyeshadow, but allowed her to look around the pool at the crowd who were worshipping the glorious sun with her. The drinks were flowing, the pool was chilled to cool the heat of the summer and she could feel her blood pumping to the beat of the music coming through the speakers hidden in the flowerbeds. It was a good day.

Her eyes swept the far side of the pool towards the tiki bar, looking for a cabana boy when she spied a bearded hunk, with just the vibe she was looking for. He knew how to party. Hell, he probably was the party in these parts.

"I have got to get me an introduction..." she murmured, right after she got a drink.

[member="Roger Kranos"]

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Mingle
Location: Pool
Allies: [member="Roger Kranos"]
Enemies: People that don't like hats
Posts: 2/20

Mina Dahma wasn't here to execute the Prime Minister. She was not a Sith nor a Force-blessed darksider on an all-inclusive Satan's Sandals getaway.

She was literally here on a real vacation from the hustle and bustle of Coruscant. In addition to her modest black and pink, one-piece bathing suit, the Hapan/Zelosian (yes, it happened) art dealer was wearing one of her fabulously, impractical haute couture hats made from a millinery in CoCo Town.

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As she made her way down to the resort pool, she noticed the abundance of children around. Fat, sunburned, screaming children. Where were their parents anyway? And what was this other awful contingent of creatures doing, taking up most of the sunbeds?

But there was a familiar face in the sea of farmer tans and oversized neon blue drinks with umbrella straws. Roger Kranos.

The Countess sashayed over to greet the fellow spice dealer. She never considered him competition after the day they had met at a Coruscant Opera House. Their clientele were from vastly different stratas - his were underworld and hers were upper-level.

"Mr. Kranos," she said, pulling her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. "It's a pleasure and a surprise to see you here."

With one hand, she held the large curved hat on her head, lest it fly away in the wind and some random child jump onto it and use it as a flotation device in the pool.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Objective: Relax and soak in the sun​

Location: Resort Pool​

Allies: [member="Nyte Ignis"]​

Enemies: Clouds blocking the sun and annoying kids​

Post: 1/20​

Growling in annoyance as an overexcited and energetic kep ran past him, almost causing him to trip over the little gunsos as he ran from his blind spot, Xavka had to fight to restrain himself from simply reaching out and snapping the piece of Gusosen neck.

Taking a deep breathe so as to cool his emotions, Xavka cast his eye around from where he stood a few meters from the bar, a bottle of wine held in his only hand; Xavka preferred not to to drink the heavier alcohol, preferring the lightness of wine to any beer. His eyebrowless brow raised slightly as he watched the woman he recognised as the Sin of Lust lean down to threaten a little kep. What ever she had said worked as the young being fled from the immediate area of the pool as if the dogs of Hell were biting at his ankles.

Making his way over to where the scantily dressed Sin of Lust, a title he thought she deserved after quickly scanning over her figure, Xavka dropped his heavily tattooed form next to the similary tattooed female, resting his leg into the water while leaning back to bask in the sunlight. Currently dressed in a simple pair of black shorts that only reached to his mid-thigh, that meant that nearly his whole body was exposed to the glorious heat that helped to remind him of home of Iridonia.

"I commend you," the one armed Zabrak kept his voice quiet, peaking out of the corner of his eye at the woman around his sunglasses, that did not seem to fit with his normal image, "on having the restraint to not snap that little gunsosen neck. Normally I like children, but these kep are being to damn annoying." Sighing and taking a swig of his wine, Xavka shifted so as to face the woman, looking down at her as he did so. "I do not believe that we've been properly introduced. Xavka Duquo, it's a pleasure."

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Checking things out
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Drugs + Ladies
Enemies: Children
Post: 2/20

"Uhhh...I left my wallet over by my..."

Kranos knelt over the side of the pool, reached in, and placed his index finger over the mans mouth, interrupting him mid sentence. "Shhh, no more talking." Guy was ruining the music with his flapping jowls. Kranos pushed away from the pool side with a hop and thrust out with a subtle flex. "Muscles..." He said dismissively to the overweight potential buyer, catching the view of some pink hair vixen sitting at the pool side through the shades resting on his manly nose. Tilting his head, he smiled and stroked his beard. Reaching into his satchel man purse thing, he tossed a few cactus poppers to the man and rubbed his abs. "Find me when you can pay for the hooch..."

As he began to move away from the pool, he was greeted by an old acquaintance, first met at the Cream and the Crop Casino. The Coruscant Rotary Club house of pleasure. Pausing for a second, the likes of which stretched over the course of an eternity, he smirked and leaned back. "Countess Dahma, that is quite an interesting hat. Fashionable as always..." His eyes, hidden from view, accounted for the rest of her form. Instinctively he spun and pulled a frosty glass of something fresh off a passer by waiter person.

The guy bucked and Kranos responded in kind. Faces almost touching, Kranos did that upward nod gesture, the one that implies he's ready to throw down. "Yeah...that just happened." Carsanum... helluva drug. The minimum wage flunky took his tray and diminished pride and moved on. Beta.

Turning back towards the Countess, he adjusted the twisty straw and glanced back at the sunbathing thing in pink before focusing his attention back on the art dealer. "So, what brings you to this fine resort?" He sucked on the straw, obnoxious noise and all.

[member="Andais Plaga"] | [member="Wilhelmine Dahma"]​

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Mingle
Location: Pool
Allies: [member="Roger Kranos"]
Enemies: People that don't like hats
Posts: 3/20

As Countess Dahma pressed her own lips around her straw, she drank in Roger Kranos's form as though he were the liquid coursing through it. He then alpha-dogged the waiter into scuttling away, which made the art dealer smile. He was appropriately scruffy and intimidating as only an underworld spice dealer could be. Her eyes followed his gaze to the pink haired beauty, sitting by the pool. Mina nodded appreciatively as she had a fetish for impossibly large head-gear, and this woman's hair was colorful and piled high like cotton candy. Quite dazzling.

"Thank you, Roger," she said at the compliment. The Countess chose one of the sunbeds next to the fellow spice dealer and stretched out, adjusting her sunglasses to fit squarely on her face. The hat was a bit in the way of the lounge chair, but she managed.

"I'm here on vacation, not on business," she said. And well, it was good to go into hiding once and awhile, but she didn't want to let on that she would rather not be found right now. Being a spice dealer had its perks, but it also had its drawbacks too. If only she could get out of the business for good.

Breaking out of her reverie, she snapped her fingers at a waiter. "Please deliver the pink-locked lady a drink from Mr. Kranos here, but with my credits." She leaned towards Roger conspiratorially and said, "I am very perceptive, Mr. Kranos. Remember that I study art for a living. I like to think that people, like art, are easy to figure out as well."

She lifted her drink in an air toast to him, then pulled out her datapad to flip through the latest art magazine.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Objective: Hang out, and subtly dismantle hotel's security forces.
Location: Resort
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Vortex Security
1/20

Isamu felt ridiculous. He was garbed in what could best be described as “old man on vacation” clothes. Sandals, shorts, a flowered shirt, sunglasses and a straw hat. His usual haggard appearance only added to the illusion. This natural camouflage was the cover used to infiltrate the resort. As far as anyone knew, he was just a grouchy, old man, come for vacation.

Beside Isamu stood Major. Murasame. Her cover was to be his wife. They were an ill-fitting couple. An old man, and a young wife. No doubt others would see her as his trophy wife. It was something that Isamu was not comfortable with. It felt wrong to call another his wife, even if it were a lie. However, orders were orders.

The blistering heat beat down on the stalwart soldier. Sweat traveled from his brow, descending down his face. He took some cloth from his shorts, and wiped it away. A deep sigh left his lips; the heat was incredibly uncomfortable. He looked over the resort, taking in everything he could see.

He saw so many pools. Their sapphire blue water beckoned him. He wanted to jump in, just to escape the heat for a moment, but he couldn’t. Duty called. Isamu reached into his pocket, and pulled out a room keycard. He turned to the Major, and handed her the card. “Scout the inside of the resort. We have to find the control room.” Isamu said. Major. Murasame took the card from Isamu’s hand. “If I’m questioned, I’ll play the lost tourist.” She said with a coy smile.

The two soldiers split up. The major heading into the resort, and Isamu staying outside. Isamu walked along the poolside, until he found a suitable place to observe the surroundings from. He took a seat, and watched.

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: A Good Time
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Beards, spice and everything nice
Enemies: Sobriety
Post: 2/20

Andi caught a cabana boy passing her by, and it was with gleeful delight that she learned they served namana liquor here. Oh yes, there was a reason she chose this little out of the way place. It had everything. Ordering a Bakuran Kiss, she slipped the waiter an extra chip if he would make it a double. A couple of those, a couple licks of stim from her candy pops, stashed discreetly in her bag. Nothing was going to bring this day down.

She didn't even mind the sounds of kids and occasional splashes from the pool. The hottie got sidetracked by some rigid looking woman who reminded Andi of one of the higher ups at her company. Maybe bearded hottie man would help her loosen up. Andi turned her attention to the fireworks on the insides of her eyelids from the the high she was riding, until the polite clearing of a throat forced her to sit up.

Her drink had arrived. It was fruity and promised to keep her mellow all afternoon. Nevermind it was only 10am. You can't drink all day unless you start in the morning! Andi tasted the drink and let out a very vocal sigh of pleasure. Stars burst in front of her eyes and the world looked so very sharp and colorful. The cabana boy was about to walk away when Andi caught his arm.

"Wait!" She pulled a chip out of her bag and handed it to waiter. "See the guy with the beard talking to the floppy hat. Send him one of these from me."

The young tanned man curtly nodded and took off for the bar to deliver the goods as Andi grinned, biting her tongue and listening to the namana sing with the music. About that time, another waiter arrived with another Bakuran Kiss. Oh, this was heaven.

[member="Roger Kranos"] [member="Wilhelmine Dahma"]

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Checking things out
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Drugs + Ladies
Enemies: Children
Post: 3/20

Perceptive she was, so much so she surpassed even what Kranos could keep a hold of. Slight breeze, flicker of the sun, all bedazzled him. As she ordered the drink for the pink haired starburst, Kranos laughed with a smirk of the corner of his mouth. "You're a doll..." He said instinctively, what care for normalcy and formal discussion had long been thrown away for his love of drugs and the carefree world it gave him. As the drink was sent off, he leaned in and smiled. "Maybe, after your done studying art, we can move to the study of people..." He looked around. "Come and find me some time on Coruscant, we can discuss matters of..." He facially shrugged before smiling, sipping on his drink. ""Business." When you have the time, of course."

Just as he finished his drink, another appeared in his hand. Confused, dazed, starstruck. The waiter person pointed him towards that woman again. Always showing up, like that term you've never heard before. But once someone brings it up, it's everywhere. Kranos was sure there was a term for it but for the life of him..."Oh, a Bakuran Kiss?!?" He said, interrupting his own thoughts as he rocked his head back and forth. Standing up, he looked back towards the Countess. "I'm serious about that offer...ya know, in case that wasn't clear." With that, exit stage moon walk!

Slip, slide, fluid movement. Dash. Every step and shimmy rocked the boat, the loincloth moving as it naturally should for a man like Kranos. As he cleared the distance, he stopped at the foot of the elongated chair, that hint of spice and delicacy wafting about. He wiggled his nose as he sat down next to her, pulling the closest seat across the cool duracrete to get a better view. Sipping from the straw, he placed his satchel down and held a hand out. "Roger Kranos...and who might you be?"

[member="Andais Plaga"] | [member="Wilhelmine Dahma"]​

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: A Good Time
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Beards, spice and everything nice
Enemies: Sobriety
Post: 3/20

There was a devlish smile on her face, the sunlight glinting off her nose pin and eyebrow ring. She tugged her glasses off slowly with one finger, her green eyes taking in the show that is Roger Kranos. She takes his hand delicately, her voice sweet and bubbly as the fizz in a sugary strawberry pop.

"Andi Plaga, the pleasure is..." She exhaled a sigh. "all mine."

She replaced the glasses over her eyes, to tone down the bright and the colors just a bit. They were so perfect, she could have been lost in the greenery but right now, all she really wanted to be lost in was his ...um...satchel. Yeah. That thing with the party pamphlets in it.

She raised her glass to him, in salute before she took a sip. She couldn't help it if her eyes strayed to his loin cloth. It was a fetching look on him for certain.

"You look like you know where all the fun is. And that's what I'm here for."

[member="Roger Kranos"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Doing what I want.....when I want
Allies: LOL
Enemies: You
Post: 1/20

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu2n0AFNQVg[/youtube]​

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Sith playing, splashing, dancing, and drinking under the sun was beyond offensive; it was childish. If any felt she was wrong in her thinking, well, they could meet her on Dagobah under the Blood Moon. She understood there were cover stories in play, and she understood the grand scheme, but Sith should never have free time. The galaxy wouldn't conquer itself, more to the pointe, the Sith could not afford to relax since a bounty was put out for a traitor. Eyes, ears, and fingers were all twitching trying to pinpointe the traitor. Darth Venefica cared nothing for this traitor, if one existed at all, and hoped that someone would put this X-file to rest already.​

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Her eyes scanned everyone poolside and those around anyone that was anyone with judging tendencies. While her sisters and brothers were busy working on their tans, or over indulging themselves with alcohol infused drinks, she was hard at work being a Sith. She couldn't help thinking that her beloved Sith were acting like drunk college girls on break, failing to grasp the paint brush and create a painting worthy of uncountable credit chips.​

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As a advent follower of the kool-aid juice of dominating the minds of others, or breaking wills of drunk girls who believed the stories they were the one, she was of the high opinion that the main target in question could be seduced with a few haunting whispers; with a polite suggestion they just swallow the blaster bolt and let everyone go about their lives. But the facade was already in play, so she would delegate herself as the actress that took home the trophy.​

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With the activation word now spoken from her lips, she kicked the dead body lying on the ground next to her back to life. The thrall sat up like a scene from a slasher film, turning it's dead lights up to her. The abomination stretched his jaw, looking for the proper response to thank it's creator when she placed her left index finger vertically over her lips.​

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"Not.......yet."​

 

[Darth Timoris]

Do your own thing?

It had been a while since Melori had been able to do this, so she took the opportunity with both hands.

She had, in her own opinion, grown lazy. Fighting those easily supressed. So she decided to set herself a challenge. And she’d found a perfect opportunity.

She zigzagged for cover, the scuffed toes of her boots digging into fragile ground, black-gloved hands seeking purchase where the grade steepened. Once more the gritty soil shifted under her feet and she fell hard on her right knee. Low-energy blaster bolts fired from below struck the slope to all sides of her, flinging hot shingle into her unprotected face. A bolt caught her in the calf as she scrambled upward, and she cursed her carelessness. As it was, her robes were holed from previous strikes, and her body was rashed with coin-sized welts and burns. If the goal of the pursuit had been elimination rather than capture, she would already be lying dead on the frigid bank of the valley’s meandering river.

A tall pinnacle of eroded stone provided momentary shelter. She narrowed herself behind it as blaster bolts added to the abuses nature had wrought. Breathless in the thin air and favouring her right knee, she lowered herself to peer from behind the base of the pillar. Ordinary eyes wouldn’t have been able to trace the movements of her would-be captors, but eyes enhanced by the Force allowed her to outsmart the camouflage provided by their suits. In the lead hurried the human. Flanking him loped two short-snouted Rodians.

Even holding her genuine powers back, she had enjoyed a solid lead until a surprise move by the had forced her to divert from her original plan. Splashing through the iced river, clambering into the rugged terrain of the valley’s north wall. Beings from hot, humid worlds shouldn’t have been able to keep up with her. But along with the mimetic suits, the Rodians were sporting respirator masks. As for the human, he was built for any climate, any terrain, and decades of combat on diverse worlds had transformed him into a kind of super-soldier. Not extraordinary in the way Melori was, but powerful in another way.

A profane way, as she had been taught to think of it.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Raid Vors museums reliquaries
Location: Vortex Capital
Allies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: Whoever wants to stop us
2/20

Sage cut his eyes sideways with one single brow raised. "Of course, you could do something else, darling," he said. "But culture feeds the mind, just as training feeds the body.” At his last statement, Sage's brown eyes wandered demonstrably over her curves. Then, he gave off a careless shrug.

“Besides, this isn’t just a simple jaunt through the museum, Kinsey." Squeezing her hand, Sage grinned impishly. “This is a training mission of sorts.”

He tugged on his apprentice's hand as he ushered her towards the museum entrance, thus, eliminating her choice in the matter. Two Vors guards began to ask for a pass, but then abruptly stopped, their yellow reptilian eyes vacant. Sage had twisted their minds into simply letting them enter the museum unmolested.

The inside of the museum was oddly serene and virtually empty of patrons. The only sound was the traditional music of the Vors, sounds created by gentle vibrations of the wind, piping through speakers overhead. Sage consulted a museum Holomap and then turned to his apprentice. A velvety tenor echoed through her mind.

The reliquary room is closed to the public and only opened for lorekeepers and historians. We are neither one of these, so we’ll have to get past the guards. Once we find it, you will practice your mind control, by convincing them to let us in. Bend them to your will, Kinsey.

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Checking things out
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Drugs + Lady
Enemies: Poorly trained wait staff
Post: 4/20

"Andi Plaga...I like that." He spoke smooth and with form, harnessing a sub orbital high for his own devious charm and sense of confidence. "Tell me..." Just then, a chicken! Well, no not a real chicken. But the waiter was close enough as Kranos shot up and approached him.

"Sir, I got your things..." His tone, questioning and meager!
"You got my things?" As if he didn't say anything at all. Kranos, assertive to the very beginning!
"Uhh...yeah."

Kranos whipped his sunglasses off and leaned forward, smelling deeply of the mans uniform. After the exhalation, he leaned back and placed his sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose. "Starchy..." He looked down at the duracrete floor for a brief moment. Whipping his head up, he eyed the man from a lowered expression.

"Whiskey?" The lifer nodded.
"1.7 liters of anthracite?" The walking stiff nodded.
"Grease pistol?" That one got a delay from the pool boy.
Kranos paused. "Lint brush..." Another pause. "...half used?"

The boy nodded and handed the new bag over. Kranos made a pouty face. "Chin up sport, not everyone can make something of themselves. Skedaddle!" Kranos smiled and patted him on the arm - the drug dealer shooed the baby face server away and walked back over to his new quarry. Setting the bag down, he pulled the former satchel to himself and ruffled through.

"Got distracted...sorry." He said as he pulled out a jar of seeds. "So tell me...how do you feel about fire?"

[member="Andais Plaga"]​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Still doing what I want.....when I want
Allies: One undead waiter
Enemies: Complacency
Post: 2/20

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With her undead child following silently behind her, the Dagobah Sith moved through the underground connecting tunnels of the hotel. Anyone that crossed her path, usually maintenance workers, where quickly robbed of their memory of ever laying eyes on her; a ghost story they would tell their children one day. With the clock ticking on her undead's child's life, she moved quickly and efficiently toward her destination; the owner of a small artifact he was trying to smuggle off the planet or, if she was lucky, trying to look for a buyer before fleeing the planet.​

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The artifact, if the legends could be believed, was from the times of the Old Republic and held a certain appeal to Darkside followers. At the time she heard about this precious item, she was not entirely sure what this artifact could do or was, so she spent some time scrolling through the archives to find any information on it. As it turned out, it was no mere piece of rubble but a shiny little trinket; a ring. A ring that at one time rested on the finger of one Darth Traya; The Psyche of The Betrayer. It was believed to have been lost on Malachor V yet somehow it surfaced.​

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Upon digging deeper for information, she discovered the ring possessed interesting abilities for whomever wore it. Those abilities was enough for her to hunt down this usurper that possessed it. At end's day, the ring would be on her finger. The real question was, would he willingly give it to her or would she need to take it by force.​