May Their Tears Run Red [ TSE Dominion of Yavin ]

[Jairus Starvald]

​

Y A V I N​

​

4​

​

Sith, Jedi, Rebels, Imperials, Mandalorians.

Many factions have held Yavin 4 at one point in time.

After the Remnant Empire's fall Yavin was pushed back into the background. Away from the hot spots of activity in the Galaxy it was mostly left to its own devices. A certain Thirriken had his interests there and kept an eye out, but for the most part the jungle moon was slow and sleepy as war raged across the stars around it. The change was subtle, swift, suddenly the Saaraishash noticed things throughout the Gordian Reach it hadn't noticed before.

People disappearing, secretive gatherings, sacrifices of blood and lives, crimson tears burned into walls. Eventually the Inquisitors discovered part of the secret.

Vahla.

Clan Rekali had spend decades gathering Vahla, rescuing them from the Ember of Vahl. Ensuring that the cult would not succeed in influencing and recruiting them for their practices. But some of these rescued Vahla grew disillusioned, unhappy, they wanted more and they attracted the hungry and the mad.

They called themselves the Tears of Vahl and their ambitions ran deep. They denied the Ember's high priestesses, denied the Sith's right to rule, they promised a new world to anyone who would follow them. A world where their god would watch over them, where everyone would be safe and prosper under Vahl's watchful eye.

The extent of their machinations were shrouded in secrecy, but eventually Saarai discovered a focal point of their plans. For months they had been slowly moving into the Emperor's Sanctuary. Shedding blood, ending lives, the build-up in power hidden because of the natural darkness covering Yavin itself.

As the Empire slowly expanded into the Reach and Yavin IV a taskforce led by Lord Saarai was preparing to assault the Sanctuary itself.

One way or another the Saaraishash would put an end to the Vahla renegades.

OBJECTIVES

• Yavin IV: Assault the Sanctuary and remove the Tears of Vahl.
• Yavin IV: Infiltrate the old Massassi Village, rumored to be used by the Tears as a recruitment ground, to uncover more information about the Tears themselves.
• Vaal: Rebuild the old Imperial Relay Outpost on Vaal and ensure it's ready to be occupied by the Empire's Legion.
• Maridun: Slavers have taken over the mining operations on Maridun. Either destroy the slavers or convince them it would be more beneficial to work with the Empire. Either way, Maridun's mining operations will profit the Sith Empire.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: Maridun

She arrived in a troop transport, with a company of her Royal Guard as well as combat droids. Her job was to try and convince them, to join her. Yes she planned to buy them out, to help expand her business. Though if they said no, she did have a backup plan, kill them and take over anyway. As the ship landed, on the grassy plain near the mine. She was meet by a small contingent of slavers, they where human and they had been busy enslaving to local species Amani and Lurmen. The operation was controlled by a local Hutt overseer, who she had arranged to meet, they where here to escort her to him. She looked at the leader of them, he was just under six foot tall, had brown eyes and olive skin. He was unshaven, and was wearing a black bandana. As she got off the ship, with a few her guards. They began to escort her to hutt's base, it was not far away.

She did not like dealing with hutts as they where unpredictable, hence she was going to kill him. Then offer the postion as site supervisor to the man who was escorting her to him. He did not know that yet, but it was her plan. Though if he said no, she would kill him and work out some else to. Though she figured it was an offer he would not refuse, as it means he be dead.

 

[Arage Bao]

YAVIN IV​

TEMPLE OF FIRE​

​

"You promise and promise, scientist, but your words have little meaning as of yet." The Muun quietly said as the trio pushed and hacked away vines on their journey towards the supposed promised land. The party consisted of three - Vazz, whose domineering posture had slowly become a permanent fixture to the Muun's quiet menace, while the third was someone else. The Creator, the Maker, Father, that is how the Xinkras had called Dax once they uncovered his presence in the hidden facility on Kushibah. But instead of a fierce alchemist, a Sith equal to him, the reunion had been... rather disappointing.

Dax was a human, not even force-sensitive, but frighteningly competent when it came to the vague arts of genetic modification. It had not taken much to convince him to join Zun.

Life or death was usually a simple matter for the common mind.

"My Lord, forgive me, but I swear it...we are almost there." Dax whispered without looking back. The Muun had noticed that his lack of an eye and the complexion of amber frightened the human.

Amusing.

"And you were taught here, you say." That lone eye casually swept the treeline. It was somewhere here that the infamous Temple of Fire would reside. Once constructed for Sadow, before others took it over for one reason or the other. Right now there wasn't anything besides jungle, insects and the occasional growling coming from Vazz when he spotted more prey.

The metaphorical leash held strong though and the Xinkra did not attempt to make a hunt out of it. "When did they realize you were not, in fact, one of us?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

​

Yavin IV
The Gordian Reach

Four Harrower dreadnoughts milled about in Yavin IV's orbit, the light of its distant sun cresting the curvature of Yavin Prime before shining brightly against their hulls. Around them were smaller frigates and corvettes, dropships and vehicle barges, and dozens of starfighters swarming like locusts in between them.

Carnifex stood at the helm of the Pureblood, the flagship vessel of this expedition beyond the borders of the Empire.

To his right was Queen Gordana of the Vanr, and to his left was Highlord Osbasid of the Blackblade Guard. They were to be the arbiters of his will in the cleansing of Yavin IV, for the ancient Sith world had become infested with heretics and deviants. The monuments which littered the planet's surface were a testament to the ancient heritage of the Sith, for it was on Yavin IV where the Dark Lord of the Sith Naga Sadow retreated to in the aftermath of the Great Hyperspace War. Freedon Nadd and Exar Kun would also travel to Yavin, becoming the new Dark Lords of the Sith during their respective lives by learning from their predecessors.

It was only right that Yavin IV be welcomed back into the Sith Empire. Carnifex was here to ensure that it did. The problem that arose to challenge their claim were rogue Vahla, who according to [member="Darth Saarai"] had taken over the Emperor's Sanctuary and had conducted debased rituals in its halls.

Such sacrilege was inexcusable.

They would all die.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVES

• Yavin IV: Assault the Sanctuary and remove the Tears of Vahl.

​The Matador had always cursed those who continued to wage war with no end, it was what lead to his people becoming nomads. No world was safe as long as was continued to rage, yet here he was. Fighting, for them. But in his mind he knew his cause was just, to give his people a home. It made him realise that that part of him wasn't so different from many others.

​He looked about the landing craft he was aboard, troopers clinging to their rifles with a gale of anxiety drifting aboard the craft. As it was before any battle, most of the men and women alongside him likely believe in their own causes. He understand the plight of a soldier whom served for their people. But he wasn't just a soldier, he was The Matador. He had to tell himself that, even though he was alone in this. He could do it. Even if it took drastic measures such as taking sides, but he was not beholden to them. He owed these great warring factions nothing and cursed the thought of ever doing so. He wasn't like these soldiers, though he would fight among them all the same.

​He had been hired by the Saaraishash to help enforce the initial assault on the Sanctuary. That was his job today, and he doubted it would be a much more difficult task than that of previous thug work. The Matador felt his adrenaline jolt inside of him, like an activation caused by his Precognitive abilities, he took to his feet; standing directly behind the shuttle crafts door. He unclipped his saber from its position on his belt, it felt homely in his left hand. The shuttle craft landed, and light crept along the edges of the scaled crimson beskar. The horned shadow throw back deep into the shuttles lower half. Some of the troopers began to scream, bringing their adrenaline up and others rushed out silently with weapons drawn. The Matador marched forward at a steady pace, igniting his saber.

 

[Amaliya Darrena]

Blue Squadron had yet another job to do. This time, instead of bombing primates, they were cleansing an ancient Sith world of some cult. Commander Colsin did not know exactly what or who they were, nor did she care. They were enemies of the Sith Empire, and that was all that mattered. They would die.

The pilot was finishing securing her helmet to her head, in the cockpit of her fighter. Around her, the other eleven members of Blue Squadron did much the same, preparing to take off. They were doing support again, helping ground troops assaulting some ancient temple. Again, the commander did not care much about it, save that it was a priority target, and the scum were in control of it.

With Blue Squadron's help, they would not be for long.
"All wings, prepare for take off."
She took control of her fighter as Blue Squadron streamed out of the hangar of the ship, into space. If there was one thing she could say she enjoyed, it was leading the vanguard. They'd proved themselves on Kushibar, now it was time to see if the man cooridinating this, [member="Darth Carnifex"] himself, thought them ready to once more lead the way from the air. She waited for further orders.

 

[Lark]

Yavin IV had quite a rich history, the forested moon had played such a large role in the wars centuries past. And now, once more, it's history would grow even greater still. The Sith had returned, seeking to capitalize on the momentum of several previous successful conflicts. Lark cautiously walked through the wooded jungle, keeping several pairs of eyes trained on any potential ambush spots the Tears of Vahl might strike from. His Svarrif, bird-like Sithspawn of his own creation, scouted the maze of trees and brush. Whatever their blood-red eyes saw, Lark knew of. In areas such as this, their scouting capabilities were invaluable. Dozens of the dark-winged creatures probed the area, making sure Lark's path was clear before he approached the sanctuary where the cultists were holed up.

Cresting a small ridge, Lark overlooked the Emperor's Sanctuary. The assault looked primed to begin. Dropships descended, a signal that the Tears of Vahl were nearing extinction. Their blood would paint the walls of the temple they demeaned, like all those who opposed the Sith, they would be purged. The wind blew back his hood, the breeze gently causing his long, scarlet hair to flap in the wind like a banner. Drawing his Sith sword, Lark slid down the small ridge, one of the many heralds sent to cleanse this world of the stains that plagued it's hallowed soil.

 

[Arage Bao]

YAVIN IV​

TEMPLE OF FIRE​

​

"Not very long into my studies, I am afraid." Dax was wringing his hands now, before shrugging. "But they were impressed with my work and allowed me to stay on for a bit longer."

"What did they ask you to do?" It was surprise that colored the humanoid's expression as he looked back. But it seemed logical to the Muun. The sentients that occupied that Temple were the same kind of people that you could find anywhere in the Galaxy. Self-interested, always searching for the next big win and simply allowing him to stay and study without anything in return? That was a waste. Before their discovery that he wasn't a forcer they had been training an acolyte. Hoping that the Darkside would attune him towards their causes, but without the Force in the mix? There were other things that they could get from a naive but brilliant scientist such as Dax here.

"I did not say that they asked anything." Dax carefully pointed out, before pushing some vines away and crouching down. A hand stained with amber and green - skin discolored from all the experiments he had been running throughout his years - wiped away vegetation from the ground.

It revealed ancient stonemasonry.

The glyphs were eroded by time, but the scientist nodded. "We are almost there."

"You did not answer the question yet, human." That was his impatient tone. The one he used when Dax or anyone else for the matter was starting to get on his nerves. Some time ago Ardeth realized that it had the peculiar ability to get things truly done. Vazz chortled in the background, growly voice buzzing in unannounced. "Usssss. He made ussss." Shoulders of the scientist slumped, but he did not look back. Just a quick nod that began the confirmation.

"They... wanted chaos in the Reach, I only found out later what they were planning."

The Muun snorted. "Let me guess, by then it was too late and you were in too deep."

 

[Zef Halo]

HARADIN MINING FACILITY, MARIDUN
STILETTO TWO-ONE

:: How in all hells is that freakin' mining facility a fethin' fortress? :: Sgt. Nava's voice came through the intracomms.

:: Slavers, Nava. They aren't really legal, you know. :: Dev replied sarcastically.

:: Oh, feth you, Dev. LT, can't we get some heavy support over here. ::

:: That's a negative, Nava. We just as much as scratch the darn thing and we'd be looking at court-martial. :: Alta replied while hiding from the barrage of blaster fire behind a tough rock.

:: Karkin' hell, LT. It's all about the credits, isn't it? ::

:: 're here to get this minin' ops workin' for the Empire not sendin' it to fethin' hell. ::

While 5th Company was engaged with besieging a mining facility, other units of the 42nd Airborne division were spread out to other different locations where the slavers were located according to intel.

They'd drive 'em out of here with force or they'd make 'em sign a deal.

With a gun barrel pointed right in their face.

Sith-Imperial negotiations, ya know.

 

[Bernard of Arca]

Yavin IV - Sanctuary of the Emperor

[member="The Slave"], [member="Dalansa"], [member="Darth Saarai"], [member="The Matador"].

A distress call had reached the Jedi. An anonymous source on Yavin IV had sent a communique core-ward in the hopes that a noble soul would receive it. It detailed the rise of a radical group of Vahla who have taken those saved from the Ember of Vahl to Yavin to form a society not plagued by the same cult the Ember was. Yet now they were going down a similar path, motivated by greed and madness the splinter group known as the Tears of Vahl have seized power over many of the Vahla refugees, slowly amassing power within the Sanctuary of the Emperor, where the source spoke of unspeakable rituals carried out by the Tears and their followers. It was a situation most dire, the Vahla of Yavin needed someone to save them and the Jedi were to answer their call. Yet this source did not fail to omit several vital pieces of information, such as the fact the Sith would likely be on their way, or the extent of the Vahla's corruption.

A small team of Jedi was sent to investigate and handle the situation on Yavin. Amongst them, Bernard of Arca. A young Arkanian Knight, just out of his trials, he accompanied his former Master, a seasoned Jedi Master born to one of the noble houses of Serenno. The two had been ordained to lead the small Jedi team, though one fell naturally into the role, the other was to prove himself on his first mission as a Knight of the Jedi. Accompanying them were four others, equally powerful warriors in their own rights, the six Jedi made a more than capable team of warriors, but their purpose was not to shed blood, it was to prevent it from happening any further.

They'd arrived only an hour before the Sith, their team taken in by the Tears surprisingly hospitably, led deep into their settlement. They suspected a trap, but the Vahla seemed diplomatic enough. One of their leaders had led them on a tour through the settlement, towards a large temple in its middle. The team was now waiting in a small room with the kind, elderly Vahla, engaging in conversation about the things that transpired here. He deflected each question and gave only partially satisfactory answers, blaming the taint of the Dark Side on the location itself, despite the very fresh and recent emotions of pain and suffering that permeated the place. He seemed to be stalling, checking his datapad frequently.

"You feel them too, don't you, Master?" Bernard voiced his concern, the fact he wasn't supposed to call him master not even registering with his mind. He and his former master stood away from the others, communicating quietly out of earshot of the Vahla.

"I do." The man of Serenno was equally too preoccupied to notice a small slip-up like that.

"He's stalling, we should do something, investigate on our own."

"Patience, Bernard. All in due time."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Praetor known only as The Slave zoomed through Yavin IV’s dense jungles, letting the sounds of air rushing past his helmet fill the void of silence that pestered him throughout the ride. He didn’t care for silence not right now, there was too much time to think in such moments; and the last thing he wanted to do was think while he was sober.

Instant reactions allowed for a full speed charge to the sanctuary he was tasked with destroying, but he wasn’t sure if others of this ‘Praetor’ lineage would appear, his constituents as much a mystery to him as he was to them; at least, in part. Still, whether they would show or not was neither his concern, nor were they needed.

Today, he had some stress to get out.

The Slave’s speeder bike rode hard and fast, afterburners kicking on every few openings to ensure a prompt arrival; especially considering he was already late. A scowl was on his face as the location slowly came into sight, something distant and broken on the horizon obviously from a bygone era that should have stayed down. Something he would rectify not with words, but a sword that sang death before every strike.

Pulling the blade from its back mounted sheath, the first echoes of his immortal presence came into sensation; a blade that sang the song of people long passed, a horrid mournful tone that echo’ed between the trees; fully encompassing the building with no true signs as to where it came from. It was horribly loud, being everywhere at once before it’s true source would be revealed; but it’d be revealed in a climax of blood.

The Slave had rushed past some unknown entity at full speed, sword outstretched as he blew through the open doors of the facility. It was easy to tell the person was cut in two, there would be no way they weren’t considering the force he hit them with. Even still, a dismemberment wasn’t where the majority of the damage had taken place; no, after The Slave dropped from the speeder it crashed into another group and exploded with no hesitation.

It seemed he had rigged the speeder to explode the moment it took its final slam into a wall.

As The Slave stood, cloaking systems deactivated, his phrik helmet made quiet survey around the area. Although they couldn’t sense him due to his necklace, he could certainly sense them. Not the mere weakness that was the ‘Tears of Vahl’, but something else…

He could smell Jedi.

[member="Bernard of Arca"] │ [member="The Matador"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Vaal - Orbit
Objective - Rebuild Imperial Relay Outpost
Post I

A small task force consisting of 3 Xo'Xaan IIs exited hyperspace near the world of Vaal. "This planet is not one for the weak-minded." Zahori explained to one of her subordinates. "There are quite the ferocious predators on this world. And there are plenty of them. At any moment, you drop your guard, you'll end up bloodied and mangled by the paws of some beast." Zahori preferred to embark on combat missions, but she was given the order to oversee the reconstruction of the relay outpost of the old Galactic Empire era.

"I have great ambitions for this new outpost. First off, we'll need to set up a perimeter so that we aren't disturbed by the local wildlife. Once that is done, we'll move on to phase 2." Zahori made her way to the hangar of her ship and boarded a shuttle. Each Xo'Xaan had several dropships, carrying with them materials, workers, and everything else that was necessary for the operation. The dropships poured out of the destroyers and flew towards the planets surface. Luckily, the asteroid fields that plagued Vaal's orbit were just out of reach of where the Xo'Xaan's were stationed.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: Maridun
Allies: [member="Scipio Alta"]

She had been escorted to entrance, of Hutt's palace which to be honest was little more than oversized cantina. The issue was it smelt like one as well, so she decide to use breath control. So she did not have to smell the palace. She heard one of the other mines was also having a more hostile takeover, by besieging it. She hoped this played to her advantage, as she and only two of her guards came in front the Hutt. His name was Attila the Hutt, and he was not known for his patience. As she stood in front of him, she saw a few of his slave lounging about around his person. They where not entirely dressed, as she came before the hutt, the olive skinned man stood to one side, and her guards flanked her.

Then the hutt spoke, You are my prisoner, your people are besieging one of my mines, so what is the meaning of this?
So the forty second airborne was besieging his mine hmmm.
As the hutt spoke, an array of blasters where pointing at her, and her men.
Well this is a mistake, she put her arms out and erected a force barrier, to prevent anyone shooting her.
Her guards pointed their particle rifles at the hutt, he smiled as he was behind a force field.
The hutt laughed and said You're not leaving this place alive, then his men opened fire.
Her guards opened fire on the hutt but to no avail, and they where cut down, by blasters.
The blasters pinged off her, as she quickly moved out the way.
As her force bubble would only take so much damage.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

In Orbit of Yavin IV.

“Thank you, Darling.”

The Pale Assassin put her healthy hand around the cup after the droid had filled it with steaming hot liquid. Her left hand rested in the cloudy liquid of a portable vat, still healing the fractured bones and burned flesh from her infiltration of the Mass Shadow Generator.

Darth Ophidia’s eyes turned to a screen, showing dots moving across a map: Transmitters placed on troops for central command to keep track of, a signal she had tapped into and watched for her own amusement. While watching, she brought the cup to her lips and sipped the delectable synthesis of hot water and dried leaves. Her eyes closed for a moment as she held the liquid in her mouth and exhaled through her nose; it brought the scent of it into her olfactory organs and further coloured the flavour with scent. Then swallow. The tea was sweet and mild, like the kiss of summer wind on Dantooine, or the highlands of Mindabaal, perhaps Wayland in the right season. Warm, fresh, smooth like atrisian silk. It did remind her of a dark lady painting the faces of skeletons. Or a plant tearing the fabric of nature apart and putting it back again.

A pleased sigh passed her lips as she turned the cup between her fingers. Suddenly, a wince. She looked at her hand in the vat and cursed it under her breath. Nerves were reconnecting, flesh knitting together and bones realigning.

The medical droid currently tending to her jerked into attention and looked over at her, then at Darling. The pilot droid shrugged and resumed his cleaning of the Phasma’s cockpit.

From the distraction of her wince, Darth Ophidia let her eyes trail to the cockpit’s main viewports, directed down at Yavin IV’s surface. She sighed again, this time more in boredom than delight.

She wondered what kind of adventures were had at the surface; what violence they exacted; what treasures they would find.

She sipped her tea again. It was not as sweet this time.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Yavin IV
The Gordian Reach

The time was ripe.

Carnifex stalked the grilled walkway that hung high above the hangar floor, a cloak of brilliant maroon hanging from his broad armored shoulders. Behind him stood two members of his Crownguard, their golden armor gleaming from the light of the luminescence strips in the ceiling. Below was an assembled host of a thousand white-armored legionaries of the Imperial Legion, each one combat ready and hungry for an engagement that would alleviate the monotony of inaction.

Captains would routinely wander through their ranks, silently inspecting each soldier for even the slightest sign of non-uniformity. Occasionally they would find some glaring error, but it was always quickly remedied. The Imperial Legion was a source of great pride for the Empire, and its soldiers were held to a high standard.

But soon the klaxon would blare through the hangar's speakers, the signal for all deployed soldiers to take their positions within their respective companies in preparation to be ferried down to the planet below. They moved with efficiency, the main host splitting off into five companies of a hundred and eighty soldiers with an auxiliary force of a hundred designated as reserves. The Dark Lord didn't believe that a greater force was required to root out some backwater cultists, even if they were Vahla.

Not when he was moving to directly augment them alongside [member="Darth Saarai"] and [member="Salara Zambrano"], both of whom would be joining him in the Crestfallen as the group of transports emerged from the Harrower's forward hangar bays and settled into their trajectory towards the planet's surface.

"Blue Squadron, cover our approach," boomed the voice of the Dark Lord over the comms, "And prove air support at the Sanctuary of the Emperor."

[member="Syrena Colsin"]​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Orbit > Yavin IV
Objective: Cleanse the Sanctuary.
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Syrena Colsin "]| [member="Lark"] | [member="The Slave"]
TBD: [member="Bernard of Arca"]

It did not take long for the transports to break atmosphere and land around the Sanctuary.

Located in the clearing of the jungles ruins spread out from the clearing, covered in vegetation and hostile animal life. Yavin was not a place for the meek and the weak, only the strong could survive here without issue. Blue Squadron was already softening targets for them, turrets, batteries, hammering the shield generator that kept the Sanctuary relatively safe from orbital bombardment. Not that the Empire was interested in wiping the structure of the map, it was sacred to them, after all. There was power there, power and the ability to find knowledge amidst it.

All they had to do was clear out the infestation residing inside.

The ramps hissed open and allowed them entry to the temple grounds. The soldiers were already out, securing their position and fortifying it against possible enemy incursions.

The last thing they wanted was to be attacked in the back, while their attention was at their front.

"We have the grounds." Lord Fa calmly remarked, while surveying the flurry of action. "Soon the temple will be ours as well."

 

[Dante Sotari]

Maridun
Mining Facility


::Rook Overwatch in position. Light 'em up and I'll knock 'em down.::

Stretched out on her stomach, she swept the vista in a long, slow line through the scope of her rifle. Behind her on the roof of one of the outlier buildings, Vance was pulling the last body out of sight. Their orders didn't include simply picking off any potential enemy on the field, but to wait until the boots groundside pinged her HUD.

Vance had gotten her into position and would be watching her back while she scanned the events unfolding groundside. There was a chance she'd never even end up firing a shot if whoever was chatting with the slavers did their job right. She wrinkled her nose slightly, blinked off comms first before making an annoyed sound in her throat. She could clear the field in half a minute with this vantage point.

It was.... annoying. But she reigned it in, tilting her head slightly for a moment before-

::Lt. Alta, looks like you could use a hand. Unless we're playing footsie with the chutta currently pinning you down.::


[member="Scipio Alta"] [member="Morgan Vance"]

 

[Zef Halo]

:: No way we could even get to the darn these big fethin' doors without being picked out like mynocks. :: Tusk's voice in.

:: You don't fethin' say, Tusk?! :: Nava replied clearly irritated.

:: Lt. Alta, looks like you could use a hand. Unless we're playing footsie with the chutta currently pinning you down. :: Alta's private comm channel rang with the voice of Rook Overwatch a moment after she'd alerted 'em of her position status.

He was about so say negative when rain of fire poured down on his position taking off a chunk of the rock cover with it.

:: Stiletto Two, this is Actual, could y'all paint 'em tangos for Overwatch. Repeat...Paint 'em tangos for O-watch. And do it fast, a'ight? :: The LT ordered to his platoon before switching to Rook's comm channel :: That's an affirmative, Rook Overwatch. Linkin' datafeed at the moment. ::

His voice through the comm would of course come with the chit ton of firefight background noise.

Scipio moved from one cover to another but not without his armor taking a few hits and not without the LT painted a target for the marksman.

Very soon, Rook Overwatch's HUD would begin receiving continuous data of painted targets from Stiletto Two.

​

[member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Morgan Vance"]​

 

[Kenth Typho]

Maridun
Mining Facility
[member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Dante Sotari"]

"This guy is way too fat to have been a scout." Morgan grumbled as he slowly made headway with pulling the big bastard into the corner with the rest of them. Out of view, out of mind, a little bit of the blood spilled on his glove and it made him happy he picked them up in the first place. It was always a mess to try and clear out blood trails from his regular clothing.

"Next time you can carry the fat ones and I will relax on the roof."

Eventually he managed to pack the bodies together, stack them against one another and make sure they weren't going to draw any attention. They had cleared out the roof in relative short order- at this point working together for long enough that they barely needed to communicate during the shindig. Instinct and reflexes working in tandem for the optimum result.

Morgan liked it.

The rhythm was good and they were effective.

He listened on the comms, heard the sound of the guns roaring as the Lt. struggled for his survival. Settling down next to Dante he kept a look out for their backs. Nobody should be moving in here, but you never knew.

Last thing they needed was to be sneaked up on.

"Put up that little sensor near the hallway, if someone walks by, we will know." Vance finally said, eyeing that door some more.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Vaal
Objective: Rebuild Imperial Outpost
Allies: [member="Zahori Denko"]

It wasn't often that Jorryn went on construction efforts, though she was beginning to get used to it due to her more rapid involvement with official Sith business. Her golden eyes stared with mild disinterest through the port window as she leaned into her palm, the glowing yellow celestial body being rimmed with asteroids and debris. Despite the planet's mild atmosphere it had never been colonized, only occasionally used as a listening post during many wars.

It was this reason that the Sith Empire had sent Jorryn and the knight she accompanied to oversee construction of a new site, one that would aid them if any new opposition decided to spring up. That was unlikely of course and so Jorryn questioned why the planet was even necessary, she rose to fulfill her objective as the girl she accompanied began to prepare everyone for disembarking.

The girl had begun to warn the crew that came to assist them with the construction about the dangerous wildlife below, a real threat for those that didn't have the ability to protect themselves. Jorryn herself had little interest in the project, but as the raven haired woman said she had plans for the base her curiosity grew.

The Echani pulled herself into the same shuttle that her fellow Sith was taking, hoping to take the chance to learn about some of what she had planned. She sat across from the woman and leaned in towards her, Jorryn's tone making her curiosity obvious.

"I wonder what use one could have with an outpost in the middle of nowhere," A smirk growing and she her back raised against the chair for proper posture. "I'd love to find out."