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Night at the Museum [ATTN: Jen'ari Empire]

DROMUND VATSU
VATSU CITY ART MUSEUM

Jen'ari, as Adekos had read, was the Old Sith word for "Dark Lord." Once upon a time, a middling One Sith dropout with delusions of grandeur ran away to the farthest reaches of the Unknown Regions to start an organization that affectionately referred to itself as the Jen'ari Empire. Which translated loosely into "Dark Lord Empire," which would mean the Empire was composed entirely of Dark Lords. Which was stupid. Unless it was supposed to be the possessive, in which case it would be the Dark Lord's Empire. Which was also stupid, because there was only one Dark Lord and he already had an empire that occupied the Core Worlds and then some.

So who in the Corellian hells were these people supposed to be?

Well, it didn't matter. Darth Adekos wasn't here to launch an in-depth cultural analysis of the Jen'ari Empire or investigate the grammar and logic behind their name. He was here because so far the only focal point for any prestige these muckrakers had was in their capitol city- a museum. A cultural center. When the people of this world weren't stumbling about from casino to casino, they apparently found the time to visit the museum and ogle the various pieces of priceless artwork. That is, when they weren't worshiping someone calling themselves Vyrassu as a god. An absentee, insolent, incontinent god. Theocracies like this were disgusting. Adekos would enjoy robbing them blind.

Night had fallen on Vatsu City by the time Darth Adekos made his way up the steps of the museum. The last tourists had just exited the building and an attendant was standing by the open door, bidding everyone farewell. The attendant seemed a little alarmed at Adekos' approach. No one ever showed up outside a museum in a mask in the middle of the night with good intentions. "Ah, apologies, sir. The museum is closed."

"No, it isn't."

The attendant paused to think for a moment as the Force worked its magic. When theocracies worked properly, everyone in them believed the same nonsensical story. If they believed in nonsensical stories, they were a whole lot easier to trick and manipulate with the Force. "Oh. My mistake." The attendant held the door open for Adekos to enter, which the Umbaran kindly did.

"No problem." Adekos gave the stupefied attendant a pat on the back as he moved into the building. "Just lock those doors behind us."

"Uh, us?"

There was an unmistakable roar as a dropship, burdened with battle droids and a few of Adekos' colleagues, landed mere meters away from the entrance.
 
Adekos was kind enough to allow some of his fellow Lords a little seat inside His drop ship to join Him in a late night historical lesson. Dormund Vastu, as it was referred to in the blackest pits of the galaxies hot-spots, was a world isolated and exiled from the rest of the galaxy under a Sith Lord that his apprentice [member="Darth Rapax"] had actually visited once. The name of this empire that encompassed the system was one that struck a nerve with the will of the Dark Lord as it was a clear insult to the emperor himself, not to mention that in all their time none of the representatives of this order had come to Coruscant to pledge alliance to the Dark Lord or to thread alliances with the One Sith... this night that would come to bite them in the rear.

Dressed in the robes of the Sith Assassins and packed with his own personal armory of alchemist weapons and lightsabers Lord Mythos stepped out of the dropship and paced behind Adekos taking in the view of the city and making several mental notes about the positioning of the dropship and the streets and alleyways that surrounded the museum. The king of Atrisia rarely got the chance to don his old sith assassin robes and to stealth around in the ways of the assassins, lurking in shadows and moving like the night's breeze...

As Mythos walked up the steps to reach the stupefied attendant beside the door he caught the banter between him and the Sith Lord who organized this ordeal. He placed his free hand upon the face of the man, piercing his mind and bringing his being under the manipulation of mentalism and the dark side of the force as He walked up and through the door as did Adekos before him.

"Try not to make too much noise,i have a bit of a headache" He said with a smile, then turned to walk in the door and gazed upon the museum from the inside while making a few mental notes of interesting items and displays. Atrisian coffers were by no means low, however the recent purchases of Warforged Inc. and the acquirement of a new heavy walker production line had caused a dent on the expenses of Mythos and his Atrisian system that was nothing short of concerning, not to mention the debt He still owed the Techno Union that still needed to be payed off. This excursion would see some of that economic pressure relieved, or so Mythos hoped. "Anything of particular interest?"

[member="Darth Adekos"]
 
An enormous being took up several seats inside the shuttle's bay. Dark metal covered the whole of him and when the colossus rose the shuttle trembled with his strides. Great, lumbering steps carried the Sith Lord off the shuttle and when his armored feet touched the ground the permacrete creaked its protestations.

Inside the expressionless armor, Orcus grinned wide. Another failed crop of fools to burn. Another batch gone awry. To be Sith meant brooking no weakness. And there was a crippled calf among the herd, struggling to keep up. A disgrace to the title. Jen'ari. Pathetic.

Orcus clacked his teeth and strode forward to meet [member="Darth Adekos"].
 
Gear
-Beskar'gam
-Two Dual WESTAR 34 pistols
-Fet-Kal knife
-Two Thermal Detonators
-Two Flashangs
-Bloodstripe Cannon w/regular slugs, cortosis dust shells, anti-blaster aerosol slugs, and ionite slugs

What do you know? A Mandalorian who once hated the Sith Order figured out he was an ignorant Warrior for taking the death of Mia Monroe too personal. She and a few other Mandalorians were doing mercenary work for the late Omega Protectorate who invaded Sith-Occupied Corusant which resulted a Protectorate defeat and the death of Mia. Many Mando'ade rioted and screamed for Sith blood to pay back the loss of their Field Marshal which then resulted the Mandalorian invasion of Empress Teta, and that was a major catastrophe for the Mandalorian Clans. There barely tensions and conflicts between the Mandalorians and the One Sith, but that didn't mean that the Mandalorians had sympathy for the Dark Lord and his subordinates.

However, that was no longer the case for Field Marshal, Vilaz Munin. Now, he sold his skills to the highest bidder and the One Sith and the Techno Union seemed to pay more prizes and treasures than the Galactic Republic or other factions in the Galaxy.

Here, in the heart of the Jen'ari Empire, was the Warrior with a battalion of droids and Sith Lords about to make a heist, skirmish, or whatever it was on a museum. Honestly, he thought it was a waste of time using resources against an insignificant Empire that could cause little damage against the likes of the One Sith, the Mandalorians, the Techno Union, and even the Republic. But as long as the credits were good he would have no problem causing havoc and chaos to the Jen'ari Empire. Arriving at the stage of the attack the Bounty Hunter walked towards to where [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Lord Mythos"] were currently at.
 
Enter stage left

The silent nature of the Phasma Class Interdictor landing near to the shuttle would be like a whisper in the ackground compared to other freighters of its class, carrying what little else that need be carried due to the sheer size of Darth Orcus and the others occupying much of the other shuttle. Iziz, under cloak of stygium stealth generator, activated the stealth fields on both himself and his ship as the remainder of Akedos' battle droids exited his own personal ship, the Jawa slinking out of the back around everyone else and generally trying not to get in everybody elses way. There were at least three other dark lords here, and while he was certain of his strength, there was wisdom to be had in not flaunting power or burning bridges needlessly.

They were here for a robbery, that was what they were going to get.

Iziz remembered the day that Vyrassu had addressed the galaxy on every possible wave-length along the holonet live, only to have himself and the location of this supposedly secret planet given out freely on the same network by a slicer who worked for the republic. A despicable tarnish on the face of some-one people claimed to be like the sith of old. They were not so careless, nor were they so easily undone, it was amazing that this supposed Jen'ari had lasted this long... Iziz had to admit, that the only thing that would allow someone to live under such stupidity in the world they lived in was power... so, perhaps there was some merit to the godlike being if he was able to be so brazen.

You'd find little one, that Luck, can play a big part in ones survival...

Iziz heard a voice speak within him soft as a whisper through the force, like an echo as the Jawa trailed ahead from the rest of the group on all fours, scittering along the ground like a canine and sniffing at the musty air of the museum some distance ahead of the others as he scouted the opening and entrance of the facility. Moving behind the door and rigging a thermal detonator on a trigger to the entrance, there was no reason to leave this place standing once they were done, and, it would be a good trap if they found themselves being attacked in the future... not that the Jawa felt threatened.

Openly, from the shadows he would see Mythos, Akedos, and Orcus move towards the museum, each of them prolific in stature, the force strong in them all. Iziz had seen the power of the axe of adas first hand, though there were few sith who had seen Iziz at his own prime... and he preferred the keep it that way. Keeping scarce in sight and mind from the others, the Jawa would sprint off into the distance of the museum, looking for anything worth taking for both the sith...

And of course, for himself...
 
[member="Iziz"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Lord Mythos"]

Once they were all inside, plus the droids, and the Jawa began rigging the door to explode behind them, Adekos assumed that everyone who was supposed to be here had finally arrived. That meant they could proceed as planned. Darth Adekos clasped his hands behind his back and surveyed the lobby. There were a few archaeological exhibits on display here, but not much else. The good stuff would be further in. "There's always something of particular interest, Lord Mythos. Despite how remote and decrepit this planet is, these people have still managed to acquire a piece of the fabled Celestia Galactica Photografica."

Whoever had named the collection clearly hadn't done so with the intent of having it easily roll off the tongue. "My informants have managed to track it here. Otherwise I don't think I'd bother with this dingy little cesspit. The painting is titled Bridgeworld Lost. I'm sure you'll be able to identify the painting just by looking at it. It's very distinct, if not on the nose with it's name." There were twelve pieces in total. One of them was already held by Sage Bane. Adekos had no intention of stealing from a fellow Sithling, but the other eleven were up for grabs as far as he knew. He was willing to settle for a partial collection. If he ever felt the urge to go the completionist route, he could just buy it off the man. Maybe dangle another Starchaser clone in front of him and see if he rolled over.

"Oh, I know that one." The attendant chimed in. Still dazed from Adekos' mind trick, he didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the Mandalorian armed to the teeth, the Jawa planting explosives, or the towering Herglic. Probably for the best. "I think we moved it into storage. Should be in the basement."

Adekos was only marginally surprised that the cultural philistines of Dromund Vatsu had chucked one of the greatest, oldest pieces of galactic artwork into a basement. They probably didn't even put a tarp on it, the heathens.

"Pray tell, do you know where it is?"

"Uh, no. I'm just- "

"Then we'll start with the easy pickings first." Adekos was now talking to the assembled team of Sith plus Mando again. "We'll clear this floor of anything valuable, then head down to the basement."
 
The museum was nothing short of magnanimous, as was expected of any Sith creations it was a structure that represented the power and domination of their Lord and ruler, Mythos could relate at least in that part to it's construction. In every corner there was a statue depicting the ruler of the planet, a pure blooded sith wielding a lightsaber depicted as a god. "A painting?" Mythos said after hearing Adekos explain his interest in the excursion with a surprised and amused tone. "It must be one valuable painting if you risked such a venture to attain it... but if this is the museum of Sith... then one can assume there would be something along the lines of artifacts or perhaps even a holocron"

Mythos voiced his assumptions as he gazed upon a particular set of masks made of electrum and displayed in a suspended transparisteel casing that made the items float inside it. Sensing the presence of his colleagues enter he glanced over to see the massive frame of [member="Hion the Herglic"] and the figure of [member="Vilaz Munin"] approaching from the entrance. Suddenly Mythos felt a familiar presence and shifted to find it,it was only when he looked down did he saw the familiar Jawa [member="Iziz"] and smiled in satisfaction at the arrival of an old ally. "Iziz, it has been too long, what brings you to this side of the galaxy?"Mythos said with a smile, a relaxed and pleasant tone accompanying his words as he turned back to the display and extended his hand to the control panel.

From his fingertips rushed a fury of sith lightning that was condensed and concentrated upon the electrical components of the display shutting down the gravitational nullifier and taking out the alarm system that would go off had he smashed through the display case without taking out the electrical components. The sparks and fire took life as the raw power of lightning made short work the electrical components and fried the circuits of the displays inner workings as Mythos continued the barrage for a few more seconds. Once the lights had gone off inside the display Mythos reached behind his back and pulled the legendary axe from it's sheath into his right hand before bringing it arcing forward and smashing it into the transparisteel, shattering the display with the impact and sending shards of transparisteel flying everywhere.

Pleased with himself, he carefully placed the axe in his back and lifted the masks to his hands letting them float with telekinesis to admire them before he threw them in the grav sleds to be hauled back. The masks were made of pure electrum and carved with painstaking detail to imitate the face of a sith pureblood sorrounded by runes and carvings in the ancient Sith language. The masks were by no means artifacts of power or magical in nature, Mythos would have sensed so if they were but electrum was a substance that even in small quantities like these masks could fetch a nice price in the black market.

[member="Darth Adekos"]
 
The Mandalorian couldn't believe that he was utilizing his skills for stealing pieces of arts and sculptures that people long dead or breathing their last volumes of oxygen created with their own hands which probably resulted a lot of cases of arthritis. The Warrior respected the products of people excluding the ones he despised of, but the colorful creativity of art was something that never attracted him unless it was paintings of bloody battlefields that exposed gore, weapons, death, and deceased body. Nevertheless, he would help [member="Darth Adekos"] and his colleagues gain some ancient artifacts from this museaum, and even steal some valuable works that he could sell on the holonet for credits ranging in the millions and thousands. A wombo combo way of earning a handsome profit.

"As you wish," Vilaz replied to the orders of Adekos and walked towards an expressionist painting. With careful hands he took off the painting from the wall and put it on the ground and went to the next painting. "You droids," the Bounty Hunter pointed to a squad of droids, "help me remove all these paintings from this wall." Doing his bidding they moved to the wall he was at and began taking the canvases from the wall and put them on the floor of the museum.

[member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Iziz"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
 
The Jawa's ears twitched...

While the rest of them seemed to be hungering for ritches, Iziz was looking for something more, something that he could use the trivial wealth that would come with everything else would be meaningless to him in the long run, though, things like plans and war history would be able to help the assassins. Before he could get too into his search, Mythos managed to sense out the Jawa in Stealth, looking up, Iziz revealed himself to the world, not really feeling comfortable being in direct line of sight to the others, the Jawa was nervous, he still had a reputation for wounded Ferus heavily in a duel and attempted assassination. Something which the Assassin hoped would vanish quickly, but it seemed ferus had a name for himself.

"Mythos... It's good to see you, I heard that there was knowledge to be had, so I thought I would come here and search for anything I or the Assassins could use. Project Therion (fleet building) is a go, but we still need plans and funding... this little raid, and the raid of the tomb, i was hoping would be able to help."

The Jawa smelt the air, he could feel and even scent the power of the dark side. This place was a museum of the Sith, Mythos was right in there needing to be some form of holocron or record of knowledge he would be able to keep for himself. The Jawa was secretive that way, but, Mythos was perceptive, and he knew that Iziz was not the kind to pass up an opportunity. The Jawa was looking for something rather specific, Force Walk and Phase were some things that had been fabled amongst the sith, but, he figured if anyone he would be able to trust mythos, speaking in JAwa trade language, rather than openly, hoping he would not be able to be understood by the others.

"I'm looking for anything on channeling spirits or anything else which would be able to help improve me, so, if you find anything of the like, and, if you wouldn't mind passing them my way, I'm sure I could trade... or owe you a favour... depending on what you value more."

Iziz smirked before waving, and with a sudden burst of speed and the re-activation of his cloaking device, he was gone, vanished from the area and down into a halway which would lead to Sith military history, and the infinite empire exhibit.

[member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Adekos"]
 
[member="Iziz"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Lord Mythos"]

"These paintings date back to before the Gulag Plague, Mythos. They were considered masterpieces." Adekos explained haughtily. He did not expect Mythos to understand the value of anything that wasn't meant for bashing people over the head. "If you're looking for holocrons here, I suggest you be prepared to make some compromises. If the Jen'ari Empire had anything of significant or meaningful power, they wouldn't be wallowing in their own filth in the backwater of the galaxy."

Alas, if only [member="Darth Vyrassu"], leader of the Jen'ari Empire, were here to lead and protect his country. Then the Jen'ari wouldn't need any powerful artifacts or similar MacGuffins. Without their leader or a source of power, the only thing the Empire's citizens had to look forward to now was being picked apart by various looters, like Darth Adekos and his band of merry men presently assembled here. Already the Mandalorian of the group was ordering droids about, plucking paintings off the wall of the first floor. A second, third, and fourth dropship could be called if they ran out of space on the first.

If nothing else, Darth Adekos always planned ahead.

The Sithling gestured over to a squad of droids. "You five, with me." The droids began to follow Adekos as he beat a path to the basement, but suddenly paused. As if he felt he was forgetting something. "Oh, right. Attendant, you come along as well." The attendant, nameless as he was, was now just starting to come to grips with the fact that he had been put under the influence of some sort of space magic and had been made to open the doors for these glorified thieves. If he was about to panic, he didn't have any time too. A Sentinel droid jabbed him in the back with a CZ-840 shotgun and ushered him forward, right after Adekos. "You're going to have to show me the way to the basement. Think you can do that?"

"Mhm, I, well, uh."

"I'll take that as a yes. Onward, good yeoman."

With precious elsewhere to go, owing to that gun in his back, the attendant led Adekos and several of his droids deeper into the museum.
 
Gear: First post

One by one the paintings on the walls were being taken down at a quicken, yet careful pace thanks to the mindless droids helping Vilaz. Art and art and art was all could be seen in all kinds of shapes and colors. Sculptures of mysterious beings and paintings of the expressions of the artists. They were all artifacts that was priceless to intellects and not power seeking beings.

"Sir, we are done with this wall," said the droid squad leader under the command of the Field Marsal, "what else needs to be done?"

The Mandalorian pointed to a sculpture in the form of a Sith Emperor. "Carefully, take that sculpture down and get something to help you take it to the vessel. If one of y'all screws up you will all be used for spare parts for my ship." This caused the droids speak in a tone of fear and obeyed the orders of the Warrior.

[member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Iziz"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
 
Mythos merely nodded and watched as his new loot flew off into the pile of loot back to the vessel yet the masks the Sith Lord took had already been predesignated to fill the Atrisian coffers. He turned in search for something else, unlike those who would deem the Jen'ari meaningless and weak Mythos knew better than anyone that if you dug beneath the sands deep enough you would find dark and immeasurable power. He gestured to his small friend and walked among the corridors gazing as behind him one by one the droids began dismantling the walls.
"Good to hear it, if you will have Warforged interests we will fund them, you know my fees and you know Atrisia... you have nothing to lose"

His voice echoed in the halls as he patiently made his way through the museum as if he was yet another visitor during the day time. Eventually if Iziz would follow they would make it to the housing of a more delicate kind of display. A room of spiraling stair-walls that held in crystal casings stone tablets with sith runes carved as dialect. The sheer number of the tablets made it so the room it'self extended like a pillar through the second story of the museum and up to the next. "In the myths and in the sands...." Mythos murmured under his breath as he approached the first and apparently the tablet of most import as it was front and center. "We find our greatest strength..."

He would supervise the taking of every single one of the slabs and then their transportation to the vessel personal. He wished now he could have Duquo here to use his ability to interpret them as quickly as he could so he could single out which of them could be of some use. Around the room and the slabs many figurines and tapestries adorned the massive decorative piece that stood in the back, a large oval plate of some sort of metal that Mythos could not readily identify, perhaps Iziz could. This raid turned to be lucrative indeed.

@Iziz @Vilaz Munin [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Darth Adekos"]
 
Iziz thought to himself about the funding of Warforged...

They would be more than apotent asset when it came to the construction of the fleet, if not solely for monetary gain, the treasure that they had found in the pits of Naga Sadow would almost alone be enough to forge the fleet for the assassins, but, Iziz needed something a touch more, nodding to the lord, the Jawa would move onto where he had intended to go, spying a tablet which seemed to speak in the same language as the runes that he had studied as an acolyte, it seemed that the tablet spoke of a force power... a useful one indeed, taking the tablet under his cloak Iziz stored it, that would be his own personal prize from this museum, knowledge was all he was after and a means to continue project therion.

Running forward he disappeared into the Imperial military section of the museum, where fighters were string from the ceiling and plans were laid out for projects from bygone ages, some of these would be useful, each of them seemed to be good in their own right, but there were things to be learned from the past, taking his datapad and seizing source material for himself and the Sith Assassin faction. it was at that point that he came upon a gold-mine, a presentation of the military power of the infinite empire, an entire section dedicated to stealth ships. The phantom TIE fighters and other stealth variants all seemed to have a section here, things which had fallen into disuse but none the less would be more than effective in the hands of the assassins, it was not just the materials he was after, but techniques they had used which the Assassins would be able to work off of.

Iziz began uploading all of the information he could about these ships and tanks to his Datapad, jumping from place to place as he would begin to use his light-saber to cut into the hulls of some of the ancient articles of prorotypes which had littered the history of the Empire. it was amazing, Degaussed hulls and the methods of how they achieved them were archived here in full and the Jawa was finally beginning to learn a thing or two about just how powerful certain alternate means could be. He learnt that Stygium generators used a lot of power, so there were other means to accomplish the deed, means which allowed the pilot of the ship to not be double blind, but to also allow the ship within stealth to open up its own payload.

The information was fascinating,

And more than he needed on the subject to boot.

He was glad he came.

[member="Mythos"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Darth Adekos"]
 

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