Manifest Destiny | Dominion of Copero

[Tefka]

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Catacombs beneath the Palace of Luminair Minor​

Capital City of Copero​

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12 Days After The Dominion of Csilla​

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The Chiss weren't quite ready to just hand over the reigns. Not to the likes of the One Sith. Especially not to their Yuuzhan Vong counterparts.​

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Chiss.​

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Tsavong hated them.​

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Always so smug, always walking around with an air of superiority. "We're fighting the fights nobody else will," they would think to themselves. Isolated out here in the Unknown Regions, facing threats untold. Killik Empires, even the Yuuzhan Vong. With heroes like Thrawn, of the empire of old. They thought themselves better than the rest of the Galaxy. They were complacent with their position in the galaxy. Tsavong hated the Chiss, mainly because they knew no humility.​

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They would learn some today.​

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The Yuuzhan Vong creature began puking black bile into his hands and rubbing it on the walls of the catacombs beneath the city. Dweebits, they were called. Microbial bacteria that would soon begin performing Tsavong's will - eating away the supports, eating through ground, metal and soil. Terraforming. They were the first wave. Enough of them could convert an entire planet. Tsavong only had enough that could fit in his stomach sac - an ability many Yuuzhan Vong were able to sport in the days of old.​

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The creatures, monsters, and Sith that had accompanied down here looked on as they entered the spherical chamber of the Royal caskets.Tsavong smiled. Soon the supports would give, and the basement floor of the palace would cave.​

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And the army that had tunneled their way to the palace would rise to overtake the Copero Aristrocracy by force.​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra whistled a low soft whistle, near the back of the assault force as she sat against the wall and waited for the tunneling to continue. Her eyes glancing around as people pass and her hands on her sabers, unlike the others, she was no full Sith. She did not hold their dark Mark, she did not feel like them as her aura was pure and light, but she still fought for them because it was smarter than siding with the Jedi and that was something she would not forsake. There was another reason now, she had a friend with the Sith, one who she had though would never join them and now puts himself in harms way and sides with them too, she glance over at [member="Darth Tsolan"] as she sat there and continued the whistle, eyes focused on him for a few more moments before looking down the tunnel at where they vong were doing their work.

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

 

[Tefka]

12 Days After Csilla
Orbit of Copero
Aboard the OSNS Rok II


"Hail their commander," the Quarren Admiral spoke, staring blankly into the navigation hubs below his feet. "Tell them we've come to negotiate."

The Csillan Navy was fast approaching the OSNS Rok II's position, and the Quarren Admiral Kymaero was tentatively awaiting their response back from his initial comm. He stood on the bridge of the Rok II, a Miid Ro'ik provided to him by the Voice of Sector II, a gift for his fast rise in station. The creature's tentacles began nervously twitching as he leaned in towards his navigation officer's chair.

"Begin scoping out the surrounding area and alert our comrades of their defenses," he uttered almost in a whisper. "I want our allies to experience no surprises."

 

[J3C0]

Aristocra's Palace
Apart from that army was Mierin, walking through the capital of Copero with small intent. Her face was covered by a mask, a hood obscuring her raven black hair, and her Yuuzhan Vong Crab armor covering the rest of her. The robe obscured the organic armor, and as she passed by the Chiss on the street no one even gave her a second look.

They were not a very judging species, they did not care about what people looked like, only what they did.

Mierin liked that about them. It was too bad really that most of the people within this city would have to die. Hundreds of thousands had decided they would not join the One Sith, and for this crime they would have to pay the ultimate price. A man bumped into her, staring into her covered face for only a moment before moving on. A smirk danced across her lips, she had seen his unease.

Quickly she made her way towards the Aristocra's palace.

Her target was waiting there.

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan's mask was in its usual place over his face, covering the man below. As he stood by [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], not a word nor a movement, and hardly a breath came from him. Instead, he stood with eyes closed behind the phrik. Around him, a dark miasma of energy was forming, hiding his presence in it. Hatred, fury, sadness, and pain. It all swirled outside his body. There was no power to it, simply being. He wore it like the armor that covered his skin. A small twitch in his eye, the only sign of his struggle but even that would fail to be seen. Now, the sith had called him to this new world and he practiced even here. Practiced an odd skill as if it were his life. But as he practiced he waited. Waited for orders. A fox of the jedi and a dog of the sith. The time would come when he would move on his own. But not yet. Not now.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Aristocra's Palace

Today, the Sith Pureblood wasn't at the head of the Fleet, not this time. Instead he had taken to the ground with the other Pureblood Sith Lord, [member="Darth Mierin"]. She was garbed in her armour, he had seen it so long ago when their ship had landed and he was so interested, but he had yet to actually ask about it. Instead, he decided that he'd do it after the mission, so that when he asked, he would have proven himself and she'd actually care about what he had to say.

With his black cloak concealing his body with a mask akin to what other Chiss were wearing, the Charcoal Sith Pureblood continued after the Hand of the Dark Lord.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr had not be in attendance when the One Sith overthrew the Aristocra of Csilla, he had been elsewhere doing the bidding of the Dark Lord on Empress Teta overseeing the reconstruction of the capital city after the devastating Republic assault and the bio-chemical attack that had followed. A few days ago most of the major construction had been completed, and Vornskr left the final stages to be completed by his capable lieutenants while he joined the One Sith's penetration of Chiss-space. Now he stood in the catacombs underneath the Luminair Minor palace, surrounded by fellow Sith-brothers and sisters, as well as a menagerie of Yuuzhan Vong and monsters all packed into the labyrinth below the capital city. They were waiting patiently for the time to strike, and while Vornskr had immense reservoirs of patient within him he still paced back and forth throughout the subterranean chamber.

His hand idly caressed the hilt of his lightsaber, his eyes constantly moving between his Sith brethren and the Yuuzhan Vong who had accompanied them. Specifically he looked at the hulking, four-armed monstrosity that called itself [member="Tsavong Kraal"]. He had never actually come face to face with any of his kind, the Myrshavong, before, but he had heard of his deeds on Coruscant and had deemed him worthy of the Sith Lord's respect. Even still, Vornskr had a extreme dislike of any alien species, and even if the Yuuzhan Vong were respectable warriors they walked a fine line in Vornskr's mind due to their inability to be sensed in the Force. Most above all, he couldn't trust them since he couldn't sense them.

Oh well, so long as the plan went along perfectly, he could give all the praise to the Yuuzhan Vong for their contribution.

But nothing more.

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Sawa moved, her blades dancing as the darkside aura coming off of them allowed fire and ice to spark off. The trails of orange and white energy twirling with her movements in a circular motion to build up energy and powers. The airs distorting between her hands before she sent it off as a bubble of shaped air. Her silvery eyes tracking and petite form hiding many of the danger that came from a predator. She was ready to fight the ones who still resisted the order and the Dark Lord, not worried about some of the preceptions. "This is the fate of those who go against the tide."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

She glanced at him and let her mind reach out as she tried to touch that of her friends and soon found herself trying to speak to him without the use of words, her hands on her sabers still and eyes watching the others incase they tried anything though. "Watch my back fox face, or ill haunt you for all eternity..." She was referencing something he once said to her... she didn't remember what happened though but the thought was still half joking and half serious as it left her mind and fell on his. She didn't have her own helmet on yet, no for now she simply had it on her lap while her silver hair lay on her shoulders and her eyes were clear in the low light of the tunnel. Only once did her eyes focus on another singular being for more than a moment, that of which on [member="Sawa Ike"] who she stared at for a few moments before shaking her head.

 

[J3C0]

Aristoca's Palace
[member="Malphas"]

She wandered with her companion until they reached the edge of the Aristocra's palace. Her face remained placid beneath her mask. This massive icon of greed and riches would likely serve as some kind of temple for the One Sith once Copero was taken completely. She smiled slightly, thinking of the future of the Chiss of this world.

They would not all be killed of course, that was ludicrous. Only the hard line dissidents against the One Sith would be destroyed, the Aristocra within was one of those.

“We wait.” Mierin said impassively.

She was not in charge of this incursion, and the surprise attack would not be aborted by her hands, or any who served under her. Mierin would not allow it.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Aristocra's Palace

When it was time for them to stop on the border of the palace, he did, right beside [member="Darth Mierin"]. Now, they were going to have to wait for whatever signal was given for them to get in. He was simply there to follow and learn, most likely for when he may get the chance to lead an attack.

He would learn from the best.

At least he thought Mierin was the best, in his mind, Sith Purebloods were all the best. Even those who were halfbloods and had human blood in them, or any other species. All of them were better.

"Do you know who Ballen-Ist, is?" He asked, simply to pass the time.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Tyrin did not approve of the majority of the actions taken on Csilla. Too many dead members of the nobility, too many dead skilled workers. Replaceable, yes, but just because they could be replaced didn't mean it was wise to waste. Brutal subjugation in that manner only laid the groundwork for future rebellions. The moment things even looked like they began to sour for the One Sith, revolt would spring up. Likely doomed without outside support, but still a waste of time.

Now here they were on Copero, continuing to clean up a mess they'd made. How dreadful. Worse still was that they were using these repulsive Vong creatures. Tyrin found most of the bio-engineered technology of the Vong to be revolting and utterly impractical. It wasn't his decision to use them, though, and so he merely kept his watch as he waited for the cave-in to occur. More dead nobles awaited. Very disappointing.

"I imagine droids could do this faster." He remarked to Kaine, who was brooding about nearby. Tyrin stood still, arms folded. An electrum hilt lightsaber clipped to his side was the only noticeable accessory he held, in addition to an amulet.

 

[Sven Talith]

Copero's Main Production Facility
Sven stood on the edge of a massive cliff face, besides him his lady wife. The mercenary was dressed in tight leather and armorweave, constricting his chest slightly. His face was covered with a mask and his head concealed by a hood. He turned to face [member="Silva Talith"] for a moment, blue HUD filtered eyes staring at her as he waited for something.

“Well...haven't done this in a while.” He commented to her staring down at the massive factory below.

Copero was not only a shipyard world, but a production facility. This place was a Forgeplanet, it created arms, armor, and ships for the Ascendancy. They had been tasked with disabling the factory that created most of the Charric weapons here on Copero.

The key word there was Disable, not destroy.

The Factory served as a secondary command post for the leadership of this world. As long as they controlled it, a large part of the Chiss here would follow the government. So it was up to elite agent Sven Talith and his lovely wife to shut down the facility.

 

[Vulpesen]

A spark within his mind, the response to her voice within his mind. He gave a small nod as he heard it, his hand moving down to touch his saberstaff. Conflict was his life. He accepted it. All he could do was hope that he could enter such conflict with friends at his side. He trusted Alexandra with his life, and he was joyful that she trusted him. Even now. Chain the wolf and remember the fox.
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Tefka]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Tsavong growled in the direction of Darth Vornskr. The man seemed a bit... put off by the presence of the Yuuzhan Vong, but as a Voice of the Dark Lord, the Yuuzhan Vong monstrosity would make it clear that he was to be shown at least an ounce of respect, even if the man was a Sith. The great Warlord then turned to drop to his knees and began peeling at the crab armor surrounding his forearms with great violence, heaving and hoeing until the creature began to sweat. Black ooze poured forth from the wounds, and from the black ooze slithered two Hydrastaffs - five headed cousins of the amphistaff - hissing as they snaked their way out of his arms. Hidden to pass inspection, the time was now for the Yuuzhan Vong to bring them forth.

"Cry havoc," he said, turning to his Sith brothers and sisters. "And let loose..."

The ceiling crumbled around them, creating a hole and a staircase of rubble leading up to the basement.

Tsavong decided screw it on the speech and began leaping up the rocks into the basement entrance.

 

[J3C0]

Aristocra Estate
[member="Malphas"]
“He is one of us.” Mierin said before hearing a chirp from her vilip.

It was the signal to attack, and attack she did. There was no great explosion from her however, no massive intrusion of violence, at least not yet. Mierin simply turned about and gathered the force within her, and then she jumped up into the air. A single powerful jump threw Mierin into the sky where she hovered for only a second before dropping down onto the concrete.

With a heavy thud Mierin landed, the wall cracked slightly from the force of her landing. Instantly the Chiss within the courtyard raised their rifles, screaming at the Pureblood to get off the wall. Mierin simply smiled, and ignited her lightsaber.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

... the dogs of war. That is what came to mind as her hands closed around the sabers and she shot forward with a fire in her eyes, helmet still at her side as she charged out behind the Vong and without a single hesitation jumped out and activated her blades into the first guard she saw, twisting them in him as she closed her eyes for a moment. She hated the sight of someone dying, but if she did not fight like the Sith, they would kill her just like these chiss. Breathing in she looked up and moved onto the next armed man, leaving the unarmed for the Sith to murder, it was not right to kill one without a weapon.

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

Aristocra's Palace

What she said was wrong however, and then they were off. No better timing it seemed, he didn't even have time to explain and she was already leaping up into the air. He did the same, and he did his best to use the Force to redirect him away from landing atop of [member="Darth Mierin"] and when he did land, he did so hard, but was overall fine.

There were Chiss screaming at her, and then the both of them to get off of the wall and instead of doing so the both of them ignited their lightsabers.

 

[Sawa Ike]

Sawa smirked at the dogs of war and was moving forward, her blades ready and all intents and purposes set towards killing, maiming and rending the flesh of the ones who became an issue for them. She trusted the masters and lords who were here to make good use of everything. She was ready to have fun and making the best use of killing these people would let her test her abilities.

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan's feet carried him swiftly behind [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] and with one end of the saber staff active, the sith lord deflected shot after shot into the men. Around him he heard cries of agony as the chiss fell to the ground. Growling Amaran words moved from his lips, unknown to anyone who spoke the tongue, little known due to the fact that Amaran's adapted to speak with others. As Alexandra leaped, he followed suit, his saber twirling to deflect the attacks of their enemies, attacks cut short as their barrels were slashed and their bodies flung by powerful shoves with the force.