No Honor or Humanity [One Sith - Atrisia]

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Jar'kai, Senate Floor, Atrisia.
Objective: 4
Allies: So far just Me, Myself and I
Enemies: One Sith
Posts: 1/?

Kay had happened to arrive before the sudden recorded message for help by the Emperor of Atrisia. Though she didn't arrive announced, didn't flaunt her status or anything. She just blended in with the others in the court, dressing herself in the same fashions that they did. The young Senator wasn't spying. On the contrary she was on her own mission of discovery and to see what allies she could make that could help her in her cause against slavery and the Hutt Cartel.

But such a venture took a dangerous turn once people began uprising against their government and then the emergency broadcast was called out before she had even a chance to speak with the Emperor first. And the worst thing that she could do would be to hightail it and run, for that would probably just get her blown from the sky.

So instead she just focused her energy on keeping her Force signature the size of a small marble so that it would be less likely to be detected. Kay was glad that she was taught the skill in secret and didn't expect to have to try it out so soon, but once Animus and his bodyguard arrived, she knew that she had to put that skill to use. Animus seemed to be a gifted politician that had a way with words to sweet talk the Emperor into agreeing with him. But so far she couldn't tell if it was working or not. The assurance of peace was most likely a lie, if what she had heard about the organization was true.

This could all be a ruse to accomplish a strategic goal against the Republic. It was hard to say at the moment. For now though Kay did her best to continue to blend in with the rest of the court and observe.

 

[Kenrath]

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


The squadron popped out of hyper in Atrisian space. Thanith did a quick scan of the system before radioing the other Bombers. It took all of about a minute for them to start taking fire from enemy ships.

"Valkyrie 6, Valkyrie 1." "Take half the squadron and break off." "Flank the enemy fighters."

Thanith yanked on the yoke peeling left separating the squadron into two groups. Thanith engaged the enemy fighters head on firing the repeating lasers. While they were more meant for strafing larger ships you used what you had available. As he turned to engage a second enemy squadron appeared on the radar. Thanith's grip tightened on the controls.


Thanith hit the comm sending out a message both ground side to the embattled Atrisian Emperor and to OS forces in the area.

"All units this is Valkyrie squadron we are taking heavy fire." "Requesting additional squadron support."

Thanith yanked on the stick breaking right as more fire came in a few rounds pausing closer than comfort for Thanith.

 

[Lassiter]

Objective: Arrive with company
Mentions: [member="Ameli Trahir"], [member="Sage Bane"] and [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

There was something captivating about Atrisia, Sena couldn’t really pinpoint what it was. She had read the dossier on the way. Ameli may have tried to persuade her otherwise or maybe sha hadn’t. Truth be told Sena had phased everything out in its entirety. Just this once she found herself able to return to her old self, the quiet and non-nonsensical her.

Atrisia struck her as important, a potential cornerstone to add to the pile of already neatly assimilated cornerstones but that most certainly did not diminish the planet’s importance in any way. It was a proud people, army disciplined to a fault and an Emperor already accepting of the One Sith’s approach. The fact that it was the Emperor himself who had asked for the One Sith to come to him spoke greatly in his favor with Sena. Proud enough to rule without objection, humle enough to know when to ask for help.

Granted, asking for help could be seen as a weakness, but in the world of interstellar warfare there was a certain difference between asking for assistance and admitting outright weakness.

The duo’s ship had long since touched ground and both Ameli and Sena had gotten themselves acquainted with the nearby towns and cities. It wasn’t as booming as Coruscant or lively as Zeltros, but it had it’s charm and was by no means as quiet as one could have imagined.

All around the Knight and her Acolyte there seemed to be an unspoken tension. The fighting in the nearby provinces had without doubt riled up unrest. The question as to whether the fighting was yet to arrive at their doorstep remained a big question mark, but both Sena and Ameli was here to answerthat one.

No fighting was to reach this place.

“I have set up an opportunity for you, and me, to learn something new.” Sena gave Ameli a quick look. “Illusions, mind tricks, things that will help in more ways than one.”

“Our instructor awaits us up ahead, his name is Bane.” Sena paused as she stared at the road up ahead. “Sage Bane.”

There was a black-haired man up ahead, and someone else. This wasn’t right, the message never made mention of a fourth member of their little group. Sena’s hand wrapped its fingers around the hilt of her saber. Her eyes shot out at Ameli for a second.

Wait, she wasn't there. Sena shook her head and tried to think of what her friend would have said.

Carefree nature. Let loose. You can handle anything the world throws at you.

The hand let go of the hilt. Reluctantly.

[3/20]​

 

[Asher]

NPC(s): Emperor of Atrisia, Senate of Atrisia.
Objective: Arrive with company
Mentions: [member="Animus Malgus"] and [member="Lady Kay"]

The man remained standing above his throne. A hard-to-read look scoured across the people in his court. The acolyte approached him yet he showed no respite, no care and no movement. They came eye-to-eye and with an elegant turn the Emperor raised his nose for the sky as his hazel eyes tried to pierce through the very soul of the young man before him. It was obvious he was trying to get a read on his most intriguing visitor.

His stare remains, the tension in the air stayed unnerving until finally he lowers his head to level out with that of Animus’.

“The order will be sent for an offensive to be greenlit.” The emperor rigidly says as he raises one hand to point at two of his servants. Without striving for eye contact with the workers below him he gestures at them to have it done. They willfully agree. “I made the call because I see a mutually beneficial working relationship can-”

“This is an outrage!” The man was interrupted by one of his courtiers. He rapidly stomps his way, insolently, towards the throne but quickly finds his path blocked by the crossed swords of two of the royal guards. “This man speaks for the very source of all of our problems!”

“Yeah!” The outraged crowds cheer as the finger is pointed.

“It is the old One Sith garrisons that is the cause of all this! What would bringing more of them achieve?!”

The Emperor gives the man a dismayed look before turning back to Animus.

“It is not me that you need to persuade, Animus Malgus.” He turns to look at his people. “It is them.”

The spymaster leans in once more to whisper something in the ruler’s ear. A watchful scour of the court has his eyes set on the form of an outsider.

“You there.” Emperor Hiyami extends his arm to point at Lady Kay. “The woman in the back, show yourself.”

“I have not seen you before, who are you?”

[4/20]​

 

[Nerius]

Objective: Stabby Mcstabstab
Location: Orbit
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | His soldiers

(Lol just wanted to throw it out that you probably still don't have the record for sky jump height. My alt Zaiden had his ship shot when he was still several miles from the atmosphere of Val'hala at one point, so he had to rely on telekinesis and gravity to pull him to the planet. It actually took 4 posts to hit the ground cause he was to far out that I felt one post was to short.)

Guiding his TIE Fighter towards the planet, Nerius scanned radio channels as he prepped for landing. Locating a few ships that seemed to be against the Sith, Nerius nodded to himself as he punched the engine once more. There were enough enemies that should he land, it would test his skills. Instead he would simply take them out long before theye even touched down.

Nose towards the soldiers ships, Nerius opened the exit hatch and stepped over then off the wing. Strapped to his back was a chute, and underneath was his Phrik armor, with his stolen lightsaber attached to his hip, with a durasteel dagger beside it.

As his ship continued on much faster than himself, he watched it careen towards Coren's soldiers. Aiming for a bit to the East, he straightened his body to fly like a rocket. When he was within a few thousand feet of the ground, he activated his chute, which instantly slowed his descent to a manageable speed.

Soon enough a massive explosion rocked the air, as his ship struck another. The effect was immediate, jerking Nerius hard as it also ripped his chute to shreds.

For the first time he remembered, fear struck his body.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[2/20]​

Objective: One - subjugation
Location: En route to the planet
Allies: [member="Zaria"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | one squad of Sitherhood troopers (9)
Enemies: Scum in general, anything she could point Zaria at really…

Melori mused how her Acolyte would get here. She hadn’t exactly left her behind on purpose – although it was a common Sith rite of passage to expect a new charge to show their resourcefulness in getting from one planet to another unaided. They were Sith after all.

Zaria had tremendous potential but that didn’t always equate to results. Melori herself had come close to dying on more than one occasion – but despite her arrogance had made it this far alive and in one piece – albeit with a few holes to show.

She stood as the ship landed, the troopers fanning out in a protective arc in front of the landing ramp – and she stepped onto the surface. The planet meant nothing to her – it was simply another cog in the One Sith machine. Just as she was. Since her Master’s decision to vacate the role of Voice, Melori was unsure what that meant to her as co-voice. Did she take the role by default? Or was her standing just because of Venefica?

She dismissed these thoughts and pulled her black cloak tight. She wore simple robes – her armour still hadn’t been completed – and simply stood there, awaiting her Apprentice. For she sensed she was coming. She had the ingenuity, all she needed to add was the application.

Melori looked up and saw a standard shuttle, designated for troopers. She smiled. “Attagirl,” she said under her breath. It was something her mother used to say to her when she’d done something well. And she nodded to the squad around her. Wordlessly they began to move in the direction of the other landing site – picking off the occasional brave and oh so foolish local as they went. Melori hoped they’d find some more serious opposition for her charge to face. So far she was entirely underwhelmed.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Jar'kai, Senate Floor, Atrisia.
Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"]
Enemies: One Sith
Posts: 1/20

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The senators of the galactic republic sure were brave souls. This was not the smartest move Mantic had seen one of them do and everything sensible in him screamed for him to knock [member="Lady Kay"] in the head and drag her out of here.
If the sith were to learn about them things would go rampart very quickly.
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Mantic swallowed. He had to use his entire focus to hide his own force sensitivity as well as trying to be perceptive on anyone noticing [member="Lady Kay"]
His mission was clear as crystal. Bring her home in one piece. To most this place was an official place. Where civil politics took place. for Mantic this was the the gateway to the darkest pits of hells. Black evil figures moving about the innocent pestering their souls with poison and lies. If there was any place where he needed to use his abilitiy to neutralize his emotions this was it. Any sensible person realising the darkness in here like a jedi could would tremble like a leaf. A trembling leaf in the belly of the beast was however not going to be much good protection for the senator.
He need to stay focused and remember his prime objective.
Easier said then done. But the senators of the republic were important characters who simply needed to be kept alive. One senator could achieve so much more then any army of jedi. Mantic knew and fully belived that.
He made sure his lightsaber hilt was well concealed as he ventured forth shadowing the senator.
If they were careful they might make it. Mantic was however not informed on why this senator was here. that did give him a headache. would she adress the assembly here? Would she just listen?
It it did not matter for the sake of his mission, his concern was her safety not her dealings. Yet it did matter on how to execute his role.

Trying to stay close enough to raise a protective shield around her but still at a distant allowing her to move freely Mantic kept focusing, pushing the fear from his mind. Because this was a nest of vile and evil. He had sensed it the moment he had stepped inside. The foul silver tongues of the sith politicians and the corruption already spreading in the ranks of this political body. Was this another world lost to the shadows?

Maybe this senator brought light to this place. and if that was the case, Mantic would not only sacrifice himself for duty but for the sake of balance this world needed.

[member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Civilians"] [member="Animus Malgus"]

 

[Omi Rin]

Location: In orbit of Atrisia, inside of stolen starfighter
objective: Capture Coren Starchaser
allies: [member="Hamter Melson"]
enemies: Everyone else

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I was here for one thing and one thing only, to get a hold of [member="Coren Starchaser"]. A bounty on his head had enticed me and my colleague to track him here, Atrisia, The One Sith order and I had a common enemy.

I lurched the starfighter forward and down into the atmosphere. I'd never seen this planet, as ancient and widely known as it is, but I knew I couldn't trust that many people here. My employer was on this planet, all the more reason to stay away from the OS, one slip up and he could make me Bantha fodder. I'm not going to fail, not if it means my reward and promotion are on the line.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective 1: Eliminate subjugating Deserter forces
Location: Near the Atrisia garrison
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Naga Itesak"]

The Sith had been called upon to land upon nearby Atrisia and lend some muscle to the main governing body. A soldier uprising had gotten out of hand and rumors of what these Atrisian subjugators were doing to the population were chilling to say the least. It also made it easier to want to punish them, thought Darth Azurea. Now that she was knighted, she was keen to put some of her new skills to work, especially the Makashi technique in which her own Master was training her.

Aboard the Revenant, Darth Azurea listened to the holorecording again of the Atrisian Emperor’s plea for help. While the royal leader appeared sincere, looks could be deceiving. Perhaps he was just a duplicitous actor with a silver tongue. She turned to Darth Pyrrhus and asked:

“At the risk of sounding paranoid, do you think this could be a trap? What if the Emperor is in on this military coup?”

Accompanying the Togruta Knight was his apprentice Mullarus, a tall human, quiet with dark hair. She looked over at the Acolyte for any visible reaction. As soon as the three of them discussed tactics for invading the garrison, they would suit up in armor and get to work.

 

[Vrag]

[3/20]
Objective: Ogle Kick dat rebel Jedi booty.
Location: Mid-air
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Timoris"] | [member="Zaria"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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The wind was screaming past her ears as she plummeted from the stratosphere like one of those god-sent punishments to people who'd been bad. And while not exactly a god, the Dark Lord had found the seceding Sith who'd thought to rule Atrisia without the blessing of its Emperor guilty nonetheless.

The Hand, who oft acted as his judge, jury, and executioner, was here to deliver a swift sentence once more, and one that was likely to end with capital punishment.

Totally unexpected.

The wings grafted onto her back were still nice and folded as she continued gaining speed, gravitiy working its magic on the considerable mass muscle and armor made for when combined. She could feel the bugs and Chomsky squirming slightly at the small of her back, unused to the odd half-light the membrane cast upon them. Vrag would've reached back and stroked the ridges of their spines in a typically calming gesture, but her eye caught a few red-flagged dots in the corner of her HUD, and her focus immediately shifted.

Instead of appeasing the creature, the Sith simply wrapped her fingers around its body and yanked it from its resting place in preparation of the bout quickly closing in on her.

With a small movement of the right wing, Vrag altered her downward trajectory to come in directly above the distinctly man-shaped specks below her, Vonduun reeling and coiling in excitement at the impending bloodshed.

Her free left hand pulled back for a moment, and then she snapped it forward in a sharp, quick motion, aiming to brutally slam one of the rebel dudes into the other rebel dude and send them spinning through the air, where her ravenous razor bugs would pick the flesh from their bone with starved zeal and enthusiasm.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Fall with style, kill the sith monstrocities, make bounty hunters do leg work, destroy people hwo may or may not be delicious baked pasta dishes, free refugees, kill the Japanese, kill the germans, end the Sith occupation of the galaxy, and be fething radical
Location: Falling
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Omi Rin"] [member="Mantic Dorn"], the inability of Jedi to act, the inability of this site to properly tag
Probably post 1 plus three. Maybe.

He was on his way to the planet. He had come from a ship that was not his own, and he was not in any ship that was his. Truthfully, if you searched him on the HoloNet, there wouldn’t be much to link him to be at any one world with Sith occupation at any one time. His known vessel, the Tachyon Rising was outon the Event Horizon exploration frigate aroud Serpena in the Unknown Regions. Coren Starchaser was nothing more than a failed Force user that had some strong anti-Sith and anti-Jedi view points. But he was also a pilot, specializing in instinctive astrogation that worked for the Frontiers Corps and was a pilot instructor at the Levantine Astronautical Academy, at Laekia. If we need more explination, the write will gladly do so privately, after letting you consult a dictionary.

All points him not being here, at the Japanese homeworld, trying to recreate Pearl Harbor, but showing them how you should’ve done it, so your little cities didn’t get blown up.

Twice.

But Kyle Topol, also known as Mako, also known as Horus Lead, was one such man who worked for th Underground, but the fact that no vessels were anywhere near Atrisia that had anything to do with the Underground would also point this team as a random group of terrorirsts and freedom fighters who were hell bent on taking down the Atrisian Samurai.

Killing Sith was a bonus, at lest for Kyle.

As of right now? He was focused on not crashing into a Sith… ship

What the feth was that? Turning his head as he felt the two soldiers being torn from life, the leader of Fireteam Horus was shocked. “Fething Luke H. Skywalker. Horus team, continue on, link up with the rest of the team.” He was going after whatever the hell that was, as best as he could. Reaching slowly for his tethered Power Nine, the Underground member rolled himself over, spreading his limbs out a little to give him more drag. He'd hit a point sooner or later where he had no choice but to slow it down. He wasn’t reaching for the Force, Kyle Topol was barely Force sensitive. And Coren Starchaser?

He could shoot straight. And hit whatever monstrosity the Sith were mating with now.

Power Nine
Vanguard Armor
Shotgun

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Jar'Kai senate floor Atrisia (The Emperors Hall of meetings)
Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: Unknown enemies of OS
2/20

Nomkneer was getting a bit tired of hearing the squabble between the people of the senate, he felt like going to the bathroom so he told Animus in the ear " I'll be right back, try to maintain the situation with the emperor as he is indecisive about the last things you told him". Nomkneer as he goes to the bathroom he sees that there is a disturbance in the force, Something was up but he did not know what. All Nomkneer wanted was that the Sith would gain all so the world could live by one order, and one order alone. He thought that there couldnt exist many kings for it would imply having to negotiate or go to war for some of the resources needed, for well, resources are scattered here and there, not all in each planet.

Nomkneer saw as the bathroom walls had a crystal blue decor, with a shine emanating from them as if they were crystals emanating power from some source. he did not give it much thought and he finished what he was going to do, washed his hands and went back to Animus.

Nomkneer had seen that the emperor was still indecisive and everyone was disputing about the situation. Suddenly as Nomkneer was going to ask Animus whats going on, he sees Animus signal him with his hand to not lean to him to whisper and so Nomkneer just stood there, anxiously waiting for this discussion to end.

 

[Rapax]

Objective 1: Eliminate subjugating Deserter forces
Location: Near the Atrisia garrison
Allies: Darth Pyrrhushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7971-darth-pyrrhus/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7971-darth-pyrrhus/ Mullarus [member="Darth Azurea"]

Naga merely smirked his eyes where hidden under his hood He was eager to taste blood again and he cared not whose he just wanted to be pointed in the direction of his enemy and unleash his fury. He spoke in responsed to Azurea.

Either way do we have a choice on the matter? the only way to tell if it is a trap mostly is to spring the trap.

 

[Omi Rin]

Location: Landing on Atrisia
Objective: Capture the target
Allies: [member="Hamter Melson"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

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I jumped out of my ship the moment it landed, running towards the fray. Stealth wasn't needed for this assassin, I just wanted to clear the area so I'd be able to greet my target when he landed. I dove onto a rebel trooper and began tearing his armor off with my claws, viciously ripping metal, fabric and skin alike. This was what I was trained to do, any way possible. This was a twisted murder, but it was effective in the long run of things. I moved from soldier to soldier. I didn't want to screw up with the OS, so I began to signal to the sith troopers that I was on their side. Hopefully they'd take it. I looked down at my dew claws, large, bony, retractable wrist blades. They were soaked in blood. So were my hands. It didn't bother me too much, I just didn;t want to be regarded as a freak murderer, So I would clean this off soon.

 

[Hamter Melson]

Objective: Capture [member="Coren Starchaser"] alive
Location: Transport ship
Allies: [member="Omi Rin"], and any who didn't get in the way of him and his bounty
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] and anyone who protected him.

Well, he had definately been in more comfortable circumstances. He was currently in a small transport shuttle, where the pilot was currently freaking out a little because of all the OS ships flying around. However, the pilot had told Hamter he could get him to the planet, and he didn't want to upset the Bounty Hunter. Hamter sometimes had a problem with shooting people sometimes for no big reason, and Hamter had implied that when they left. Any reason he didn't get there, probably going to be a blaster in the pilots face. However, Hamter was being tossed around the small transport ship since the Pilot had to dodge and weave a bit to avoid debris and other things.

Finally, the transport ship started to settle down, and he was finally able to contact his fellow hunter, [member="Omi Rin"], to let him know where he was going to be landing. They could meet up there and try to find where their target was. Even though he hadn't worked for a Sith before, it was nice that he had at least had some leads. Knowing enough about their target was good, so that the two hunters had figured that the guy would be coming to this world. The OS trying to "help" another planet, with a hint that Jedi might be showing up. Seemed the perfect place to find their bounty. He did have to wonder where the guy was currently. Probably on the ground already fighting to protect the planet or some stupid thing like that. Hamter was just there to get his bounty and get off, because he didn't fancy being in a warzone when he wasn't being payed.

 

[Omi Rin]

I stopped for one minute to access my holocron, "[member="Hamter Melson"] target is nowhere to be seen right now, but I've been hearing some radio chatter about negotiations, so we need to get him before the OS take the planet and we overstay out welcome." I yelled over the sound of blaster fire. "I'm going to keep pushing through the crowd and then get back to you, ok?"

 

[Hamter Melson]

Objective: Capture Coren Starchaser alive
Location: Landing on Atrisia
Allies: Omi Rin, and any who didn't get in the way of him and his bounty
Enemies: Coren Starchaser and anyone who protected him.

Seemed that he could finally get off. Hamter stumbled out of the transport ship and as soon as he did the pilot took straight off again, not waiting for anything to get off the planet. The landing had been a bit rough, but finally things were calming down enough for Hamter to settle down enough to figure out where he was. He had tracked [member="Omi Rin"] 's signal and had tracked it to near this location.

He looked around and saw a few soliders, he guessed that weren't OS, were running away from somewhere. He looked over and saw [member="Omi Rin"] in the distance, with what looked like a few other bumps on the ground. Probably just bodies. He figured that his partner would throw himself right into the fray. However, they weren't here to deal with some stupid warzone or anything like that. They were here for their target, only when people got in the way did that start to matter. So, he started walking towards [member="Omi Rin"] and at the same time he started to monitor the local frequencies. Hopefully someone would spot their target soon, or maybe he could intercept a transmission from the guy. Who knows, just something to give him a location.
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[Omi Rin]

"Hey," I yelled to [member="Hamter Melson"], "Last I heard our target was about to touch down from his free fall. Thank god for easily hackable radios, am I right?" I chuckled. I steeped forward and retracted my claws. "It looks like we beat him to the surface, but he has strike teams on the ground too, hopefully engaging the sith lords."

 

[Vrag]

[4/20]
Objective: Make sweet, sweet murder to [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Location: Buttkickville
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Timoris"] | [member="Zaria"] | OS​

Crashing into another ship was the sort of maneuver one employed only in dire circumstances, and with obvious reasons; it crashed the ship. Now, of course, if it was well planned, the sacrifice was well worth it, but when the crasher was something small and insignificant, and the crashee was, well, a karking Star destroyer, said deed was bound to end on somewhat more pathetic terms.

Whatever was coming at the Imperious would be met with overcompensating amounts of fire and fighter craft, decimating even the most valiant of rebel Jedi.

But those were the concerns of the competent people Vrag had left behind commanding said vessel, whereas she herself had chosen to play mid-air bowling with those same adventurous rebels. Two had already been introduced to the dangers of vertical tango while careening towards the ground at terminal velocity and clad in sturdy armor, but the Hand of the Dark Lord would feel nothing short of terrible if she didn't expand the horizons of the others.

The well-mannered Sith Lord sprang open her wings as action kicked in, doing a sideways barrel roll to the left to avoid a short spray of blaster bolts aimed her way. It was mostly to stress test her new biot and ascertain whether or not it performed satisfactorily under duress and difficult conditions, but so far, the Qorih'kralt had done nothing but exceed expectations, Shaped as it had been onto the Ygdris by the same hellishly ingenious minds that had created the Dhaladii.

Still, the Qorih wasn't by far the only bloodthirsty creature she'd brought with her to this cute little airborne tryst. Without ado, Vrag grasped an eager pair of razor bugs, rolling again — this time to the right — as she sent them the rebels' way with a practiced swing of the arm. The hungry beasties would be upon them in the blink of an eye, seeking out the weak points of the armor where joints were afforded freedom of movement, and there their jaws and claws would tear into their flesh, inflicting injury after injury as they sought to burrow into their meat.

And even as the bugs gored and gorged upon the rebels, the woman would deflect bolt after bolt back at her prey, closing in on the enemy by the virtue of gravity.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Jar'kai, Senate Floor, Atrisia.
Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: One Sith
Posts: 2/?


Most rulers had seen the comings and goings of members of their court so much that they no longer remember the faces of those that hardly ask for their attention. But this was not the case for this particular Emperor, nor the spymaster that had held his ear. Kay wasn't expecting to be called upon so early, but there was nothing that she could do about it right now. She glanced around herself to be sure that she was indeed the one that the Emperor was pointing to. Right away she spotted Mantic Dorn, having taken his position behind her. Well at least she had a little back up at least should things go badly.

Kay turned her attention back to the Emperor and stepped forward, not that surprised that those around her gave her a bit of space. She bowed her head to him, clasping her hands in front of her to show that she wasn't a threat.

"I am Lady Kay of Commenor, Your Grace. Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner, but I didn't wish to interrupt the proceedings. I came here on a trade mission a few days ago." She glanced over to [member="Animus Malgus"] for a brief second before continuing. "I had no idea that I would be stepping into a civil dispute and an invading force."