No Honor or Humanity [One Sith - Atrisia]

[Lassiter]

OOC THREAD​

You had all received the transcripts and heard the recordings. A distress call had been sent from the the planet Atrisia, but not just by any man. It was sent by a proud man known to the political elite as the newly elected Emperor of the planet.

A well-groomed man stares blankly into his holorecorder as the machine slowly creates a blurred and distorted image of his form. The two locks by either side of his head side dangle as he takes off the hood obscuring his facial features. His hair is tied back in a traditional knot by his neck, his nose is slightly crooked and his eyes could be piercing straight into your soul. A hand deliberately brushes through the well-maintained beard that adorns his chin.

“I never thought I would be the one to do this.” The man starts as doubt radiates off of the way his lips seem to tremble to the side. “The people of Atrisia have long stood beside the banner of the One Sith with honor, dedication and most importantly a steady supply of ships. We have founded and supported the Empires throughout the ages, yet now we find ourselves at your mercy in a request for your help.”

The man’s stare seems unwavering and you are pretty sure he never blinked even once. His gaze wanders to the side for a mere second only to reconnect with the lens of his recording device. He might have been young but nothing about the way he carried himself seemed to indicate it, like a man who had been raised to do nothing but play the part he was currently playing.

“My father ruled our planet with a firm but just hand, my grandfather led by example. Both of them were loyal to your cause and both of them died for it one way or another. My grandfather died in the first battle over Coruscant and my father disappeared with the Akala Crisis from which he never returned.” Sorrow is evident in the new expression that falls upon him, he doesn’t quite know what to do next. “Which is why I reach out to you. In the wake of my father’s disappearance and the turmoil that ensued with the mass disappearances my people has found themselves subjugated by an old garrison of soldiers from before the Crisis.”

“For too long have we been forced to put up with it, at first it was to ensure our safety but lately they have begun taking leisures that is not theirs to take. Women are being taken from their homes, defiled and later found dead in the streets. Our ancient order of Sages has taken to joining them as well and before long I fear they will be coming for me next.” The sorrow in his voice seems to change for one of deep-seated anger. The weary gray color of his irises transitions into a bright yellow as he slams a fist into his table. “Which is why we need you, why the Atrisian people are willing to swear fealty to your cause once more. With your help we can restore my people to the proud people that we once were, but we need your help. Should you be willing to provide, and once this problem has been solved, we can offer you ships and troops just like we always have and always will.”

“I have attached a set of profiles that my spymaster claims have their doubts about reimerging ourselves within your borders. We have also added dossiers on the rebels’ different bases of operation.” He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. “With these means I implore you to once more aid us. We need your help, think of our offer and how we have provided for the One Sith before.”

“Peace be with you.”

The message ends.

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TL;DR OBJECTIVES:
The former One Sith garrisons across Atrisia has seen it fit to start subjecting our close allies of Atrisia to their own form of tyranny. The Emperor of Atrisia has sent a message asking for help as well as an opportunity for OS politicians to to sit down and have talks with whatever state official the One Sith has the time to meet with.
For the sake of easy-modo understanding:

• Eliminate subjugating Deserter forces (Stabby fun times)
• Secure the Shipyards! (Careful stabby/fleet times)
• Discuss with local politicians to sway them into supporting the One Sith cause. (Politicking)
• Make your own fun. (Explody fun times, perhaps?)

Spoiler: Swag for all participants!

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Have fun!​

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[1/20]​

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: 2 Secure the Shipyards
Location: Hyperspace enroute to Atrisia
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: everyone else
Squadron: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30819-ki-sb-mki-aka-the-bomberdier/ x12
[1/20]

A distress call had been received from the leader of Atrisia. There was trouble brewing and needed help in exchange for ships and troops to the One Sith cause. Being a pilot the Atrisian Emperor had him at ships. In hopes it would not get him in trouble with the new Warlord of the Navy Thanith had commandeered a squadron of Bombers and idle pilots heading towards the planet. Their intent to secure the shipyards and destroy any enemy ships in the area.

By Thanith's calculations they were only a day from Atrisia. Each pilot had been briefed before they departed. The shipyards were to remain intact, any defensive weapons that fired would be taken out, then they would attempt to land and secure them with as little damage to them as possible. At least that was the plan. Who knew what would happen when they actually exited Hyper in Atrisian space.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Kill Atrisian rebels
Location: Atrisian rebel base
Allies: [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: TBD
1/20

The One Sith hunger of conquest knew little bounds, and the planet of Atrisia happened to be next on the list of tasty aperitifs. As usual, Sage Bane, Hand of the Dark Lord, was there to oversee one of the bloodier operations, the extermination of Atrisian rebels for the Emperor of Atrisia. In exchange for eliminating the rogue soldiers and destroying their bases, the Atrisians would welcome the Sith with open arms, but let's face it, the Sith were going to take Atrisia one way or another. This way just happened to be more efficient and less costly for both parties.

Sage's omnious dropship gently descended from the clouds, landing in a pasture a few miles away from one of the purported rebel bases. It was the predetermined location where Sage was scheduled to meet Darth Drethi, a strikingly beautiful Sith Knight. Not only would she fight alongside Sage, his Apprentice Kinsey Starchaser, and his troops, but Darth Drethi would also use the mission as a lesson, an opportunity to learn the art of Sith illusions, powerful ancient magic that could turn the tides of an entire battle without one drop of Sith blood shed.

As he waited for his apprentice and the Sith Knight, Sage meditated on the Dark Side of the Force. His head bowed and his hands folded in front of him, he used his raw emotions, his hatred for the weak, and his lust for blood and subjugation to invigorate him and fill his well of dark energy. Sage knew that once the women arrived, he would be hopelessly distracted by the luscious curves of his students. He would definitely need any extra focus he could get.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

1/20
Objective: 1. Stabby fun times.
Location: Spaceport -> Atrisian Tea House.
Allies: Me, I, and Myself?
Enemies: Some Atrisian dudes.

It did not take long for Darth Ophidia to find her way to the planet of Atrisia after the distress call. Her mission was quite clear: Find and exterminate the troublemakers. Dissident rebels, executing their own justice upon the people of Atrisia. Ophidia did not care for the justice of it, she had a target and she intended to strike it down with the fury of the One Sith. She had studied the profiles on her way to the planet, and received a tip about a certain teahouse. A number of personalities among the given profiles often frequented it. Which in turn gave her reason to give it a visit.

Ophidia’s Fury touched down on the planet, and the Pale Assassin stepped on to the planet surface. Her body was clad in her signature armour, her helmet rested under her left arm. Around her waist, a serpentine form tightened its’ grasp on the waist of her beskar cuirass. Her black cloak snapped in the wind behind her as she ran a hand over her head and surveyed the area in which she had landed. She made little, if any, effort to hide who she was. Whether they saw her or not, death came all the same. For once, she would allow herself to be seen, as a spectre of death haunting those who raised hand against Atrisia while it was –or rather, would be- under the protection of the Sith.

“Clear the cabinet for some Atrisian tea, Darling. I’ll be back before a rotation is complete.”

As a dedicated fan of hot beverages, it would be a crime to visit an Atrisian teahouse without bringing back some of their fine ingredients. She had no doubt her droid chauffeur, Darling, would be able to master the art of brewing Atrisian tea in no time.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective 1: Stabby Fun Times
Location: Atrisian Tea House
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: NPC rebellious types...
1/20

Tea, it wasn't his favotite beverage, but Xander did prefer it to other types of hot drinks. This tea house boasted many kinds and varieties, all which Darth Ophidia wanted to sample. Of course this was not a mere sampling of tea, but rather a guise to kill any wwho opposed the presence of the Sith on the planet. If there was one thing Xander hated most, it was rebllions. His father had died in one, granted Xander had been he one to end his life, but still, rebels always caused problems. It was best to keep the people plactated and happy, then they let you do whatever you wanted, even if it was bleed them dry.

His attire was more fitting for the environment as opposed the hunting gear he usually wore for full on assults. Today was more about discrestion with an intentional flare. What exactly did that mean? Xander was going to kill, but he would do it all without leaving his seat. The force assassin, the Aspect of Conquest, had already identified one target, and found a connection to the man's beating heart. When Xander decided it would stop beating, it would.

"I never knew you were such a conesuir of teas, dear Ophidia," Xander said laying on the charm. Since she had misinterpreted his words at the benefit concert, Xander took the occasional opportunity to flirt with her, all in jest of course. Their relationship was strictly plutonic. "You will have to introduce me to some of the finer concoctions, and perhaps I will introduce you to wines of various kinds. It is the economy of my home, after all."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Come at the Sith with something new
Post: Uno
Enemies: Sith. And Sith accessories.

Another day, another Sith to attack. Coren Starchaser was coming forward as he normally did, to oppose those that were the Sith. He had contacted the Omega Pyre, the Underground, hell, he even reached out to the monks who claimed they were saving the galaxy, the Silver Sanctum. He wasn’t sure how many from those groups came in, the group that was with him? They were soldiers, like him, people he worked with in the Underground, a team that he assembled to fill the blanks. Some had the Force, some didn’t. One was a Nightstinger. And this mission?

He was coming into Atrisia with two goals. Kick Sith in the teeth, and steal one of their ships.

Starchaser was working on developing a team. Not Coren’s Angels. Something more, something better. He was pulling on Warbird Wing and the Nightstinger Sniper unit for assistance. New armor, new tactics, a new war. The Sith weren’t going to be ready for this. Standing in the drop ship, a stolen Onith-class Transport. There were a handful of them, being escorted in by a team of TIE fighers. The ship that dropped them off was new too. Unknown as something that was Coren Starchaser.

She was a Peregrine class freighter specc’ed out as a pocket carrier And this was her debut. She was carrying the Onith’s and the newest squadron of Warbird Wing: Hawk. They were a special team utilizing a mixed craft approach. TIE Exalts and X-Wing fighters that were Levantine Surplus. A bit of simple paperwork and Coren procured these for his team. But they needed training.

He looked around the shuttle, one of three that were in high orbit around Atrisia. There were people calling for assistance. And Coren Starchaser was answering that call. He was here to free the galaxy from the Sith, and there weren’t places he would avoid. The people of Atrisia, the ones causing the uprisings, the ones attempting to overthrow the government needed help.

And that was what Coren was here for. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen… We’re going in, and we’re going in hard. We’ve got to link up with the locals, and we’re going to throw the fight to them. Atrisia is in a civil war. The Sith are coming back to claim the world, based on fleet movements, but the ones who are trying to subjugate the locals? They’re causing even more of an issue. This team is taking the fight to them, the Atrisians, the Sith, whoever. The other two? They’re setting up an LZ and are going to evacuate whoever they can get off world. Check your fire, make sure you know who you’re blasting down. New tactics this time, do not take a saber wielding nut job on your own.

“And we’ll be fine. We’re going to be getting the attention on us. And that’s where we want it.” He hit the button on the side of the ship. Wind came whipping in and he nodded. “Helmets on. Stay in comms. Call signs from here on out.” He nodded, putting on his helmet as the light turned green. A quick check and he made sure he had his guard shoto, which he barely used, his pistol and his scattergun.

Time to get to work. He wasn’t sure how long before they’d get seen, but the Oniths would be dropping their payload of soldiers, leaving atmosphere and jumping with their fighter escorts out of the system. They’d be waiting for their call to come back in.

Spoiler

OOC: Air dropping to stop the SIth and hte subjugating Atrisians, pull out people who want to be pulled out. Three shuttles swinging by, leaving with fighter escort. Soldiers in Mk2 Vanguard class armor - Basically designed for use with HALO drops. Coren has Phrik, the others don't. Guns, and guns and guns.

Come at me

 

[Vrag]

[1/20]
Objective: Counter-kick in rebel teeth
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] and his posse​

Dear kark, did she hate space.

She hated the endless void, the infinity without a single speck of light, the prospect of getting stuck out there, forever. Nope.

It's why the Hand, whenever she could, ordered her lovely ship to descend into atmosphere. Her fleet would remain in orbit, weaving a nigh-impenetrable net along with the rest of the One Sith vessels that invariably arrived when a new planet caught the Dark Lord's eye. The Imperious, however, would maneuver lower, casting its shadow on the world below as its bulk moved with speed and alacrity that failed to match its size.

Ah, the sweet, sweet taste of speed.

Vrag gazed through the viewport as activity spiked around her, people scurrying about and relaying orders to each other so that the Sith might accept Atrisia back into their fold as quickly and efficiently as possible. Dropships chock-full of troops departed for the ground every few minutes, delivering the soldiers where they were needed the most. If there was one thing that the Dark Lord did not abide by, it was taitors of any kind. The deserters who had thought to set up their own regime here on the planet would soon be met with the dreadful reality of their grave mistake as the ever-pushing war machine consumed their reckless greed, their vainglory ground to dust between its heartless cogs.

She'd feel pity for them, if she could, but Vrag had left such sentiments behind a while ago. What was it; ten, fifteen years?

She shook her head to dismiss the thought just as an officer came up to her, informing the Hand of an unknown third party that was approaching the points of interest from the west. With a curt nod, the woman gave permission to change course — they could always deploy more people later — and move to intercept the fools in a swift and lethal swoop.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Break the Sith Face, Show [member="Vrag"] some new tricks that don’t require bedsheets
one plus one out of nineteen plus one
Allies: If any Underground or OP show up and take over one of my NPCs all Agent Smith style
Enemies: Atrisians, because space Japan makes Corey think of Pearl Harbor, and Space-Sith.

Stepping out, the pilot-that-sometimes-pretended-to-be-a-Commando was airborne. He was falling, fast. Weighted by his armor, his weapons and no restricted by any form of parachute, he had a long way down to go. He and his team knew what they were doing. They’d done this in a few training drops around Ord Mantell, and other worlds. It was a new thing. An adrenaline fueled style of coming in to make this work.

No, he wasn’t Master Chief, just an Underground commander with a hard on for killing Sith. There were innocents being caught in the blast between the Space Japs and the Sith. He disliked atmosphere. Friction was good, in certain places, but not here. Not in flight. He was a vacuum pilot, a Zero-G expert. He was not supposed to be dealing with this sort of situation. But he now couldn’t help it.

“Horus Team, report.” He ordered, watching the ships coming and going. Sith ships, Atrisian ships. He’d hopefully go unnoticed. The team was reporting in. All soldiers green. Some whooping with excitement. It was a new trick, and he was hoping to take the Sith by surprise. That was why he came in with a few weapons, but nothing typical of combat against the Saber wielders. “Locked in our target zone. Remember a little thrust jets goes a long way.” They’d have a good five minutes of free fall.

Take that, Felix Baumgartner.

(World record holder of the longest free fall? God, Lana, read a book for once in your life!)

 

[Darth Timoris]

[1/20]​

Objective: One - subjugation
Location: En route to the planet
Allies: [member="Zaria"] | one squad of Sitherhood troopers (9)
Enemies: Rebel scum, Jedi scum...scum of any type really

Melori checked her chronometer. Based on the time of day it must be...Atrisia. She was in a shuttle, her usual squad seated around her. They were playing cards and relaxed in her presence - so different from the early days. Then they'd sat bolt upright and avoided eye contact. But she'd worked with them for some time now.

All except the new recruit, who replaced the woman lost on Gratos. The Sitherhood had organised a very generous pension for her husband and child. She was a professional but she thought nothing of laying down her life for the Sith cause. Credits were nothing in comparison to the price she paid.

Some saw it as cynicism. An effective bribe for others to risk their life knowing they would be cared for after death. Melori didn't subscribe to that view. It was contractual and it bred intense loyalty and devotion. Who looks a win:win situation in the mouth?

The noob sat slightly alone. But it was not Melori's place to bring her into the fold. The squad were always wary of new recruits. Once she'd had this tour under her belt, she'd settle right in.

So Melori closed her eyes and wondered if her new Apprentice would make it here. It was a standard mission. Capture where possible, kill where necessary. If they could flush a Jedi out of the woodwork, that would just be a bonus.

 

[Zaria]

Objective: One - Subjugation​

Location: Enroute to planet​

Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]​

Enemies: Whomever is an enemy of my Master is my enemy​

Post Count: 1/20​

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Zaria had missed the shuttle her Master had taken. Indecision to act had saw her left behind wondering on how she would get to Atrisia. She didn't possess the knowledge to hand wave others into 'listening' to her words or the wisdom to manipulate others to bow down and worship the ground she walked on. She was what others would refer to as a work in progress. Zaria's shortcomings did not translate into she was hopeless. Indecision aside the Chiss was resourceful.​

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Zaria was leaning up against a wall in a hanger bay inside a One Sith capital war vessel. Her eyes observed the troops as they moved to other shuttles taking notice not to choose one that would be filled to over capacity. Zaria did not suffer from enochlophobia. She just didn't want others to brush up against her. Zaria also knew that being a Dark Jedi and not a member of the Sith might lead to awkward questions. Questions she wanted to avoid. Another thing she wanted to avoid was mass detection on cameras.​

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Zaria spotted the lucky candidate and moved toward the shuttle using large metal crates and other smaller ships to hide her movements. She had nothing to hide from the One Sith. It just came back to answering awkward questions. If she was stopped and ask why she was trying to avoid being seen. She would lie and tell them she was in the middle of a lesson from her Master. Once aboard the shuttle she would lose herself in the shadows and ride in silence until reaching the planet. Once planetside she would seek out her Master.​

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Her mode of transportation was nearly in reach when she spotted three cameras rotating on the walls. Security cameras. Electronics like droids and cameras had never been a problem for her. Reaching into the depths of her Force energy she brought up one of the very few abilities she did know. Force Flash. Zaria pushed the energy out in front of her feeling it wrapping itself around the cameras. To the eye the cameras appeared functional. To the person watching the live feed from elsewhere would only see rolling lines of 'snow' and the occasional blackout.​

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Zaria entered the shuttle and was stopped by one of the troopers. "This is a trooper transport shuttle. All Sith shuttles are on the far side of the hanger." Zaria snapped her fingers and replied, "Damn it all! Being a new addition to the Sith I'm always being joked around. They got me again." With a nod from his head he said, "I know the feeling. They did the same to me when I came out of the academy. Now that I think about it. It might be good luck for us to have a Sith onboard."​

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"Sgt. Jenkins," the soldier boy said to her putting out his hand for her to shake. "Zaria," she replied taking the hand.​

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

OBJECTIVE: 1
LOCATION: Approaching Planet
ALLIES: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Timoris"] | [member="Zaria"] | @anyone who wants to hang
ENEMIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] <3 | @the more the merrier
[1/20]

These days Matsu could mostly be found around Coruscant, either on the surface lording over all she considered hers with a wholly benevolent front, or down deep in its hundreds of layers harvesting its citizens. The traveling she’d been doing was her own business. But it hardly seemed fitting for the Atrisian not to drop in next to her fellow Sith and reclaim her heritage.

She recognized several of the larger ships falling in to the planet’s orbit as she dropped out of hyperspace, pacing the flight deck slowly with her hands clasped lightly behind her, face tilted in to the illumination of the stars. Ygdris was in the mix as was to be expected, and she could feel Sage somewhere on the planet. It might be nice to catch up with him if possible – after all, she’d been fielding so many complaints regarding him lately that it would be pleasant to let him know of his good work.

“We have a clear shot to land, my Lady.”

Without turning her face from her view of the stars, she nodded. “Then take us down.”

She nudged at the Dead corralled in the hanger bay deeper in the ship as the vessel yawned in a wide loop towards the planet, imagining she could hear their thrashing against the fencing keeping them contained until she released them.

 

[Mythos]

Location: The Imperial Senate Floor of Jar'Kai -Atrisia
Objective: 3- Assure the Emperor of Atrisia, we the One Sith, Have everything under control
Allies: [member="Nomkneer artzhul"] My personal Bodyguard
Enemies: Anyone dumb enough
1/20
The senate floor was a debacle, Shouts and screams everywhere, One sides screamed in unintelligible sentences and the other just barked out the same way. Animus, dressed in his Traditional Nabooian clothing, very formal, very well attired made his way through, the papers and insults being thrown seemed to affect him, not at all, to speak the truth, he was quite accustomed to political talk. As Animus walked through the senate floor, he was flanked by a rather imposing individual or considerable stature, his Kaleesh Bodyguard Nomkneer Artzhul who was wielding a rather large spear with the Symbol of the One Sith, the spear however was not the only weapon the Kaleesh had, for protection two lightsaber were strapped upon his hilt.

Frustrated at the mass chaos, the Kaleesh upon Animus' orders smacked the floor with the bottom of the Durasteel spear repeatedly to bring the masses to a calming, and gradual silence. Once the senate floor was cleared of chaos and insults, Animus cleared his throat approaching the Throne of the Emperor, gracing him with an Elaborate Nabooian Bow.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Senate. People of Atrisia, I am Animus Malgus and i have the pleasure, this evening, to bring the Will of the One Sith and the Joyous news, that We, Have received your summons" Animus paused as he let the words sink in, he was marvelous at public speaking, his voice boomed with the force and echoes in the now silent Senate floor. Once sure he had their undivided Attention, he continued, the Dramatic pause giving him the Umph and power he needed to grasp the Atrisian Counsel.

"Let it be known, that we, the One Sith, do not turn our backs on those who come and ask for help" Animus looked about, scanning the faces, noting that resistance would come, one way or the other, however he was confident that his skills in the Senate floor, would turn the tide in favor of the Sith. Another dramatic pause before continued; "Emperor of Atrisia" His eyes narrowed and fixated upon the Throne. "You have done, what many other Emperors and Lesser Kings would not do" He nodded and gave way to yet another dramatic pause "You put your Pride aside, for the better of your people and believe me when i say, The People of Atrisia will Thank you in the end"

Upon the ending of his speech many raised their voices in clamor, it was clear that the negotiations and Politicking was not over, but a large and long discussion would ensue, however Animus knew that he had all the Cards and he had the Silver tongue to play them perfectly.

 

[Asher]

[2/20]
NPC(s): Emperor and ‘Senate’ of Atrisia
Objective: Respond to outsider, happily!
Mentions: [member="Animus Malgus"]

Clamoring. The happy mixed with the upset, the upset with the outraged. All eyes were set on the young acolyte and his bravado though whether it was for the better or not remained to be seen. Loud voices mixed with even louder voices as they all piled up to create chaotic and hard-to-read mess of plain noise.

On his throne sat the Emperor. The contemplation was still evident in the stroke of his beard and the furrowing of his brows as he too tried to make his opinion of the stranger in his court. Next to him stood two men. On one end stood someone who was armored up in a highly pampered ceremonial piece that carried the Emperor’s banner, on the other stood a scrawny looking man with slicked back hair. His fingers were tented, his head leaning in to whisper something indecipherable into the young ruler’s ear who simply responded to it with an dismissable nod.

“Silence!” The Emperor’s deep voice calls out across the hall with the courtiers of his hall diligently obeying and turning their focus back to their revered leader.

“My name is Katsuro Hiyami, and this is my court.” The man greets the acolyte as he gets out of his seat upon the throne. “Who might you be, stranger?”

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 3 "security of the representative"
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] and the OS
Enemies: none too serious or threatning
1/20

Nomkneer walking with his pet Tuka'ta training him to become stronger was pleased to have a companion who didnt have anything to say back. Suddenly Nomkneer received a message from the Sith, "we need volunteers to help protect a representative of the Sith in the planet of Atrisia in the senate of Jar'kai". Nomkneer didnt feel like protecting some representative, but he didn't wanted to feel like he wasn't doing anything for the sith and it has been some time since he was called for a mission. So he accepted.

On his way to the planet of Atrisia he was informed more about the mission. "The name of the representative your going to protect is [member="Animus Malgus"] a young human upstart acolyte with some talent in Negotiations and politics he will ensure to sway the Atrisians and keep control over them and the situation with the Sith". Nomkneer mainly displeased with the mission, said "show a hologram of this.. [member="Animus Malgus"] you speak of, so i can recognize his human face once i see it". The computer showed him a hologram picture of Animus.

once reaching upon destination, Nomkneer was ordered to dress in fancy politician guard clothing with beautiful cloths and well made designs, instead of armors with strenght and sturdyness how he prefers. He dresses in the clothing he was ordered to and was given a spear, a durasteel spear with the symbol of the sith emblazed upon the tip of the spear. He was finally got to see [member="Animus Malgus"] eye to eye. Animus with much respect and elegance, spoke "it's a pleasure to meet you Kaleesh Nomkneer Artzhul, may i introduce myself, i am [member="Animus Malgus"] and i am here on a mission to ensure the political interest of the One sith is met".

Nomkneer gazed Animus in the eyes with much seriousness and said "well, it is good to see your mind only sees the wellfare and benefit of the sith. I am Nomkneer your volunteer bodyguard and Sith acolyte of Darth ferus. Animus nodded and said "it is good to see an acolyte of Darth ferus with me, it fills me with much security, let us move ahead to the senate and get on with the political meeting".

Nomkneer went inside with Animus looking around the inside of the imperial senate of atrisia he saw the walls designed with golden cloths going from window to another in a design that was definition of beauty. the floor's were covered with silver and white tiles, a combination that looked amazing to gaze upon. Surely walking through the senate of atrisia in jar'kai was something that felt like a dream.

Suddenly Nomkneer and Animus entered the Senate hall where the political discussion would meet and as the conversation started Animus wooed the crowd with his intelect in political discussions and in his dramatic pauses, he clearly was made for theatrics as his hands moved with the flow of his conversation, making it more interesting.

Nomkneer with much pride, even if he is not a representative, he was still representing the sith and that gave him hapiness. Suddenly the crowd started yelling and arguing and intense and loud conversations started and Nomkneer was loosing patience, and just before he was gonna smack the ground with the spear to call the attention and silence the people within the hall, the emperor beat him to it, and the silence began once again.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Jar'kai, Senate Floor, Atrisia.
Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Nomkneer artzhul"]
Enemies: Political Squabble
2/20
Animus smiled as the Emperor stood forth from his throne and issued Silence upon the Floors, Animus was quite pleased that the silence came with such ferocity. The Emperor, a young emperor by the look of him introduced himself and asked for Animus' credentials, calling him stranger.
Animus gave him a wry smile and nodded, not bothered at all to introduce himself in all splendor.

"My sincere apologies Emperor Hiyami, i was unaware that you were not informed of my imminent arrival" Animus walked towards the Emperor in a gallant fashion, his eyes shimmering in a yellow glow that shined upon all who were present. Animus stood before him, eye to eye and in level with the Emperor, as if two titans of worlds were side by side. Animus may not be a governor, or an owner of Galant estates, but he walked like one, talked like one and dressed like one too. "My name is Animus Malgus, emissary of the One Sith, here to respond to your Summons and to clear the doubts and aggravations that the People of Atrisia may suffer"

​Animus looked around the surprised gasps and murmurs of the people of the Senate, he was undaunted, and stood before the Emperor, as if he was one himself. "Emperor of Atrisia, you have asked for our help, our hand to be tended to strengthen our bonds as brothers" He spoke this in Atrisian, a Language he had learned before his arrival here. "And we are here, our armies close by and ready to clean out any violent actions perpetrated by deserters, or anything else" Animus continued in Atrisian, the eyes of the onlookers mesmerized at his presence, galant golden and white attire flourishing with the wind.

Animus paused, eyeing the emperor, his last words could be taken very wrongly, so he added one more sentence that would lay to rest any doubts and complaints about a One Sith Invasion. "On your orders of course, we will not move without your explicit permission"
It was a lie... of course, his grin almost giving it away, but if he could convince the Emperor to relay such an order in exchange for "Sith Protection and assurance of peace" His job was done, and any fault would fall on the young emperor's head.

 

[Vrag]

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Objective: Teach rebels about fear of heights
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Timoris"] | [member="Zaria"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

Nothing quite like volunteering target practice.

People who were far better equipped to deal with ships and the associated business were left in charge of the Imperious as their Lord — though certainly not their savior — disappeared the way her soldiers had not a few minutes previous. Now, seeing as all the dropships were in the process of delivering Sith troops to warzones or returning to the looming Star destroyer, one might question the purpose of the Hand as she headed for the hangar.

They needed only look harder, and the truth would unveil itself in its full glory, and quite literally too.

She would've slicked back her hair, were it not for that pesky helmet keeping her alive in situations the likes of which raged some forty kilometers below; unlike Captain Republic from the famous action holovid series of the same name, Vrag did not possess the magical ability to take all shots to her body armor. How utterly annoying.

Still, such were the realities of war, and one did not have much choice beyond adaptation — or death, if that struck one's fancy — so the Hand of the Dark Lord adapted. With motherkarking wings.

Damn that helmet. She really could've used the hair flip shot right now. Oh, well.

The things I do for war…

With that beautiful misquote pilfered straight from another universe we know and love, Vrag promptly lunged through the gaping maws of the hangar and into the fluffy, though rather intangible embrace of the clouds.

It was a beautiful day for murder, and she'd been hankering for a good opponent for some time now. Rebels… yes. Rebels were wont to selflessly fall before her blade in order to protect others who were bound to meet the same fate but a few seconds later. Such accommodating chaps, the lot. She couldn't really find fault in their tactic, try as she might.

Anyway, freefall!

Which is where her new Shaper-born pet came into play. Oh, the joys of genetic modification, horrific disfigurement, and nearly endless torture of the creature now grafted onto the Vonduun clinging to her back.

It was showtime.



But damn, that helmet.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: To make it so no one else would insult him with words like “rebel” or “Jedi.” Be much more sophisticated than the Rebel Alliance. Be more exciting than a Jedi.
Count: tres.
Location: Air jump.
Something something [member="Vrag"]

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVPSHhEJ8vA

He knew they were going to be moving fast. Hauling ass was the terminology for this. If he wasn’t going to trust someone on the ground, he could at least be the one who got there. In style. Now the story of Coren Starchaser, that was something everyone knew, but the story of how the Force worked? He had to depend on technology to do a lot of things. Utility skills? What utility skills? No, he had a loadout that gave him a limited list of powers and one that was currently growing, a skill he was picking up but not quite sure if he could use it effectively in this environment. He knew he could fold space around him, he knew what the Aing-Tii were on about, he was far, far from mastering it, but the skill was there.

And he knew the limits. He, as a Starchaser could do this, in a limited ability, and with something that had enough kinetic energy.

He had that energy right now.

His chrono was being displayed in his helmet, time, against ambient wind sheer and how close the hard line was. The hard line here being the ground, and then the line where he and his team needed to change speed, and fire retro rockets so they didn’t become a puddle of blood, dreams and expensive armor. The armor was his home now.

He had his ships, but now all that mattered was his personal equipment. “Watch the debris!” He ordered over the intercom, flying quickly between starfighters that were being launched. They’d have a hard time tracking him, small and moving fast. He was going to bring the pain once he hit land. He knew the other teams were just about the same area.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: Continue to be brainwashed and corrupted by Sage Bane, which means killing rebels Number One
Location: Dropship in a field but no horses or bronies
Allies:[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: TBD, hopefully NOT Uncle [member="Coren Starchaser"] >.>

That little voice in the back of her mind that screamed at her to run was pretty fethin' loud and insistent right now. The 18-year old grew up on the Dawn Treader with 'End of Times' fanatic parents. The most excitement she got was fixing all the makes and models of ships on the Treader and hearing some stories about her famed Uncle. Now she found herself dressed for war. On the ground. Not a Starchaser's strongest field.

Uggghh, she was gonna throw-up.

Emotionally and mentally tethered to the Sith Lord who had absconded with her at the #DaveBenefitConcert, she stood watch by his side, nervously fidgeting with the light armor that hugged her form. That nervous-throw-up feeling was real. It would be hella embarrassing to do so in front of her sexy master. There was a patch of trees near by.

"Sage. Lord?" What was she supposed to call him again? "I should scout out ahead."

It wasn't exactly a lie but he didn't need to know what she was really going to do.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Kill Atrisian rebels, hold Kinsey's hair
Location: Atrisian rebel base
Allies: [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: Anyone who wants to play
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Sage frowned at Acolyte Starchaser as she emerged from the dropship. Kinsey, while always striking, looked a bit green around the gills quite frankly, and he began to wonder if she wasn't ready for battle yet. Still, facing challenges head-on was the Sith way, and Kinsey was Sith now. If Sage coddled her, she would continue to be just another weak little lamb, doomed to Starchaser Force mediocrity. He would let her fight, but under his watchful eye. Just like on his ship, Kinsey rarely left his sight. It would probably creep her out if it weren't for Sage's Mind Twist.

"Lord Bane will do," he told her, then shook his head vehemently. "No, you're to stay with me at all times. We'll move ahead and scout the place together. Keep your blade ready in case of an ambush."

He nodded for her to follow him across the field. As they made their way to the thick woods that surrounded the base, he activated his commlink and told Darth Drethi that he and Kinsey were forging ahead.

"When you get here. Find me in Force," he instructed, then clicked off his commlink with an impatient huff. Sage turned to his pretty little Acolyte again. A smile involuntarily crossed his lips as he studied her face, the very picture of perfect innocence before corruption set in.

"Reach out with the Dark Side, Kinsey. Tell me what you sense. Are there any Force users among the rebels?"

 

[Darth Eversor]

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Objective: Evolve​

Location: Unknown; space​

Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Timoris"] | [member="Zaria"] | All of OS​

Enemies: Those marked by death​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGUi6spQ9M0​

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Hanging in blackness among metallic corridors was suspended the image of man. Silent, eyes closed, appearing lifeless. ​

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Still was the pale fleshed mockery of humanity. Thoughts left to drift away into the immaterial landscape of dreams with body exposed. ​

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What do monsters dream of?​

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Is it the rust that covers metal and the darkness that replaces the skies and sun? Or perhaps it is simply being cocooned in the flesh of all one has slain. A metamorphosis of intelligence and physical brilliance realized only through evolution and growth. ​

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The flesh must grow.​

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Within the bowels of a ship unknown the creature known as Abraxas received a special sort of "advancement" in his entirety. Machines of numerous variety operated on his flesh and bone, leaving his skin to be more malformed and crudely patched back up. This is what he desired, however, to become something much more than what he already was. Ever since the first day of his creation, he always lusted for greater knowledge and capacity to slaughter those he thought inferior.

From the darkened bowels of this place, The Butcher-King's near genetic duplicate would be born once again into the galaxy for all to behold the magnificent forced evolution of Epicanthix and machine; blackened wires dug into Abraxas' spine and brain, various machines came to life and handled the monstrosity, lifting him up into the air. Large tubes with thick needles pierced his arms, chest, and neck, pumping him with a new strain of combat stimuli. His muscles began to twitch and expand violently as if they were beginning to grow - and they were. Flesh ripped apart all over his body and was hastily reattached again by precise medical droids; the mouth of the creation oozed blood as his lips began to tear and expose nothing but muscle and teeth. The skin around his head and face being virtually destroyed beyond recognition.

After moments of surgery and forced configuration, the creation awoke for his final stages. He stood motionless, unflinching from the scarring and further destruction of his flesh. Large robotic arms began to attach more cybernetics on and into him, placing large reinforced slabs of durasteel around his body that would be forever bound to his flesh.

And from darkness the true evolution began, and the disfigured horror gazed blankly like a machine into nothingness.

Waiting to delivered from the womb.

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