No Honor or Humanity [One Sith - Atrisia]

[Vrag]

[10/20]
Objective: SMASHY
Location: Ground
Enemies: Sith deserters, Atrisian loyalists
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Zaria"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtaEKzY21mQ​

There was something indescribably good in returning to one's roots in the thick of battle, where blood and sweat and other assorted body fluids ran in rivers galore, and where the cacophony of screams was like an ode to war, praise that knew no tongue or nation; a prayer, and a sacrifice, to gods she had never believed in.

The irony would have been sweet, but it was drowned out by the taste of iron and copper in her mouth, by the ashes dancing at the edges of her vision as another body fell to the precise strikes of her lightsaber. Even now, with years of experience and bloodshed behind her, Vrag still enjoyed this one, simple act of destruction.

It was a physical manifestation of one's assertion in a Galaxy that would have none of it. It was the iron will to not only exist, but fight against the eroding forces of time and entropy, and win.

Well, okay, maybe not that last bit, because everything dies, even the most efficient and practical of Sith Lords, but everything else still held true. Especially that part about fighting. Vrag enjoyed fighting, because not only was it a test of strength and wit against another living being, it was a battle of wills. And those too weak to sustain themselves against entropy incarnate… those were returned to the dust between the stars, to be used again someday to create someone better, perhaps.

Someone who was possessed of a will like hers.

A grin, a flash of red, and the last dissident guarding the entrance slid gurgling to the floor. His leg twitched weakly as the woman stepped over his shuddering body, followed by a mixed — but not unorganized — horde of Warriors, soldiers and Sith. She spared one last glance to the sun above them, high in its zenith, and wondered why the gods hadn't struck Ikaros down.

Then Vrag remembered she didn't believe in gods, and the writer remembered that the Star Wars universe was entirely unfamiliar with that particular myth. Oh, bother.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[2/20]
Objective One
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Deserters

As the deserters attacked, Ajihad sprung into action. He grabbed the nearest trooper, using him as a meat shield against the onslaught of lasers. As the men moved to reload, the assassin tossed the corpse right into the midst of them, causing them to yelp and leap back. That is when the viper struck.

The knight leapt into the center of their congregation, his hidden blade finding its mark every single time. Bodies dropped to floor, their numbers increasing exponentially. Though the men were quick to reload and open fire, they weren't in the same league as the Vaapad user. He sped about, stabbing and slashing, his blades covered in blood. The air filled with a crimson mist, spraying every which way. Soon, the entire platoon lay dead at his feet, as they had all met the wrath of his hidden blades.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Post: Some Post, Somewhere
Objective: Not bleed to death. Make way to starship. Probably get put on another [member="Spark Finn"] sanctioned vacation
Location: Planet side.

The LZ was secure. There were three teams initially, Coren’s of four, the rest of three. The one was going to remain behind, one got eaten by the bat Sith, and the third? They had met with the refugees. Some Atrisian rebels were going to remain behind, they would help the Underground set up their gun running location. Underground pilots always had a way of getting where they weren’t wanted. This was the Rebellion Era all over again. Dash Rendar might descend from the sky. Or, y’know, Coren Starchaser and his team back for round two.

That was after Coren got his arm replaced.

But right now? It was more a list of finishing out the fact that his distraction was worth it. He was there, he had pulled attention away from other teams who had immediately dumped their gear in a few homes to get to blending in. The other one was setting up the LZ and that was where Coren was going. He broke down the suit and once he got clear of a few of the Sith NPCs, found a location he could be by himself.

And that was when he cauterized the wound on his arm, left from the blaster fire and the tearing of his armor.

The rendezvous, he was waiting outside. He needed to get off this world.

Spark was going to kill him.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: Keep down lunch and learn some illusions, make some friends?
Location: Woods outside of rebel base
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Drethi"]
Enemies: Illusions

She drank up Sage's praise like it was her favorite martini. Still, her anxiety levels were at an all-time high. What if she failed him like she did with those severed heads? What if she accidentally looked behind this 'door number three?' Also, what was with this night Drethi person? Not even a smile or a hello? Kinsey tried to catch the other girl's eye. The Starchaser-teen was naturally social but this other girl was so....focused?

She followed glumly behind her master and the knight having make-believe conversations in her head.

'Hi, my name's Kinsey. OH, so nice to meet you, Drethi was it? You like apple martinis too? What about Sage's smile? And, YES, HIS eyes, like OMGEEE.'

Sage's voice cut through her temporary lapse in focus. She nodded to him, too-blue eyes darting worriedly and self-consciously to the sides before coming back to him. Hopefully she wouldn't miss the whole mental-invite thing. Did it look like a door or something? She could do this. Hopefully. Probably.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Objective [1]
Location: Sith Encampment
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Dom Volaju"]
Enemies: Traitor forces
Post: 1/20

An entire Sith battlegroup, led by Isamu Baelor, had landed planetside. They were to be a hammer, to strike down and crush the bulk of the traitor forces. Some might have seen it as overkill, but it was to send a message: Traitors would face the wrath of the overwhelming might of the Sith. There would be no quarter, no mercy. The only fate that awaited traitors, was death.

Isamu was prepared for battle. He donned his battle armor. It was scratched and scuffed. He did not bother to polish it, to make it shiny. It was the armor of a fighter, of a man who fought shoulder-to-shoulder with his troops. He wore it almost as a badge of honor, and his troops respected him for that.

He strode through the Sith military encampment. It was alive, bustling with activity. Support staff, soldiers, and armor, they all moved with purpose. The battle was coming, and all had to be prepared. He made his way to the makeshift command tent, and parted the curtains. Here, he was met by his comrades in the operation, Darth Noxia and Dom Volaju.

 

[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/ x8
[5/20]

Thanith banks hard towards the entrance of the station. Hitting the throttle full blast he starts a looping cock screw rotation not giving the enemy time to lock on two him anymore. Inside the cockpit Thanith was having seconds thoughts about the particular move he was doing wondering if it had been a good idea to eat before they took off and made the jump to hyper. At the last minute he straightened out to clear the docking bay the other half of the squadron had used to get into the station.

"Remind me to never do that again."

He checked his side arm quickly as he started to climb out of the bomber.

"And to next time bring something more than a Pistol."

He shook his head grabbing the mobile comm unit.

"6...................1." Location and sitrep."

 

[Komo]

Objective 1: Stabby Fun Times
Location: Allied Sith Forces Encampment
Allies: [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Dom Volaju"]
Enemies: Rebels/Traitor Forces


Rebels. Traitors. Terrorists.

There were always fools trying to fight their way to freedom or people's rights or whatever it is they fought for these days. This time, it was Atrisia who had fallen into a bloody civil war caused by the likes of the aforementioned. These groups of traitorous resistance had risen up against their emperor and the forces loyal to him, leaving him with no choice but to call for aid from the Sith. The One Sith had answered, and they had arrived in force, with the required forces to squash the rebellion and whatever pathetic uprisings they came up with next.

A Sith Battlegroup led by Darth Noxia and High Colonel Isamu Baelor had arrived in the planet's surface and quickly set-up camp in friendly territory. Noxia found herself pouring over maps of the battle zones, as she was briefed by her military subordinates on the various reports coming in from the front lines. They had to take the fight directly into the heart of the rebellion. Territories would be retaken back inch by inch, street by street. There was no quarter to be given, no mercy to be expected.

Dressed in her war armour, the muffled shuffling sound of phrik plates against leather and armourweave could be heard as Noxia paced around the room, the heels of her boots clicking on the muddy, sodden ground. Her helmet was sitting close by, within reach on the table top cluttered with a variety of maps and plans. The entire camp was a flurry of activity, as the Sith forces prepared for another major push into enemy territory. They had been making great progress so far, and she wanted to keep up the momentum.

Her discussion was interrupted as the curtains to the makeshift command tent parted, and the colonel himself strode in. Amber orbs would meet those of sapphire blue as she greeted the senior officer. "Ah, Colonel Baelor! How nice of you to join us! We were just discussing the plans for the next major push here. The sooner these fools capitulate, the better." Greta finished her statement with a lick of her lips at the thought of spilling traitor's blood. There would be plenty to go around today.

How delightful.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Kill Atrisian rebels
Location: Atrisian rebel base
Allies: [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: Anyone who wants to play
4/20

Sage opened his mind to his charges, letting their collective consciousness pour into his. Kinsey who was proving to have a steep learning curve needed a nudge, of course. In her case, he had to forcibly drag her in to the dark depths of his mind. Once inside, Sage worked on showing Kinsey and Drethi exactly how to weave illusions. The process was threefold. This was Sith magic, so there were specific incantations and hand gestures to follow, and once the illusions began to manifest, the third step was the projection into the minds of their victims. He poured the knowledge into their minds, remembering the sensation when Matsu Xiangu had done the same for him. It had felt like a dark muddy water pouring into his head, riddled with slimy seaweed. It was an unnatural, infernal feeling, but necessary for the learning process.

With the power of three Force users fueling their efforts, Sage began to spin the illusion. Soon, the Artrisian rebels would transform in front of each other's eyes. Mouths stretched unnaturally wide. Eyeballs popped from their skulls and hung on gristly threads. Heads sprang from necks and sprouted segmented legs from their necks, skittering across the grass. Bodies split open to reveal blackened entrails that bubbled out like a primordial ooze. Along with the horrors, Sage poured fear, paranoia, and insanity into the rebels' minds. His intention was to teach his students that Sith illusions were not only visual, they could also be emotional, too. As the rebels saw their brethren turning into these abominations, they would be wracked with so much panic and confusion, many would simply fall to their knees, wailing and sobbing.

His students would hear a seductive whispering on the wind.

Add to the illusions. Make them even more terrifying. Make them hurt.

 

[Dom Volaju]

Objective: 1
Location: Sith Encampment
Allies: [member="Isamu Baelor"] ; [member="Darth Noxia"]
Enemies: "Be the enemy"

Well, this definitely isn't Coruscant...
Dom took in the spectacle of a Sith invasion force as he stepped off the transport ship. Soldiers moved like ants, Sith went about their Sithy business, droids moved heavy equipment, and the sum of all the moving parts was quite impressive. He had been told that this was a fairly small detachment-- he'd hate to see the real deal.

In all honesty, Dom didn't know exactly why he was here. It wasn't too long ago he was living in the underworld of the galactic capital as an ambitious criminal. The One Sith had been governing the planet as long as he could remember, and you would consider yourself lucky to work for them. Dom wanted out of the slums, and when an OS press gang came through his district, he jumped at the opportunity. He was told of a rebellion on some distant planet called "Atrisia". They needed a number of private contractors, including combat capable young men. Now, getting shot at by aliens while wearing some stupid uniform and marching in formation didn't appeal to Dom. He had overheard at the training facility that they were looking for operatives with knowledge of the planet to work behind enemy lines in order to gather intelligence and disrupt what remaining underground supply lines the traitors were utilizing. That piqued his interest, despite the fact that he had only known of this planet's existence for a day. A few lies and creative storytelling led Dom to this point-- millions of miles away from home in a tent full of Sith.

His Sith attache, Darth Noxia, stood over a map as Dom's commander for this mission, the stern-looking Isamu Baelor, stepped into the tent. Dom was dressed in what the quartermaster had told him was standard rebel attire. He was given grenades and an old blaster rifle, along with a dual-channel com-link. Sith signal ops had discovered the rebels' secret frequency, and this would let him listen and communnicate to both friend and foe.

Dom looked up at Colonel Baelor. "I'll advance towards the stronghold with you two," he said, nodding to the colonel and his Sith attache, "When we get near, I'll advance alone and attempt to establish contact with the rebels. I'll work my way up the command structure until I find somebody important. Stay on the com channels, I'll be using the codename "Swordfish" and my codeword will be "Valentine"."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Senate of Jar'Kai Atrisia
Objective: Intercept the Asset.
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Civilians"]
Enemies: Filthy Jedi @Mantic Dorn
Post: 3/20​

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"A'ight Jedi. Yeh heard the emperor. Ah'm gonna be takin mah prize fa now. If yer smart, yeh wont stand in the way." Fake blue eyes rested on the Jedi. Could he feel his darkness, despite it being shrunk down to nothing? It would seem physical touch was a work around, and it was something he'd have to be wary of in the future. Though, no one suspected he was a Sith yet, all good things.​

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"Lets get goin Miss Kay. Ah got a mettin to get ta, and I don' wanna be late." Ever so slowly the merc would rest his hand atop the grip of his massive slug thrower. If he had to, he'd draw it, but Ferus didn't want that kind of attention. Nice and easy, that's all he wanted.​

 

[Vrag]

[11/20]
Objective: The SMASHY saga continues
Location: Still on the ground
Enemies: Same old, same old
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Zaria"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xz5Mx3a8kRw​

Her last half an hour had been dedicated to clearing out a small but sturdy rebel base hidden in the crevices of a small ridge, well-fortified and defended by a ferocious crew. The insurrectionists persisted to the last man, fighting the advancing Sith and Vong forces tooth and nail until the eerie, nearly haunting silence of an empty battlefield caught up with them.

It was always odd, even after experiencing it a thousand times, to hear that absolute, resounding quiet follow the bellowing of guns and the sharp whistle of missiles; the screams of the dying and the deep rumble of collapsing duracrete; the wet slapping of flesh against the indifferent coldness of metal and the racket of shrapnel against armor and meat.

So, so very empty.

Still, having heard it a thousand and then some, Vrag didn't dwell on it for long as she gathered the battalion and had them execute the usual procedures; hunt down the survivors, tend to the wounded, and assess the infrastructure of the building. She didn't stick around to find out, but it was commonplace to either refurbish it into a post of the One Sith — provided it wasn't completely demolished — and failing that, a good explosion or two could be heard coming from the appropriate direction after the area had been vacated by their forces.

In any case, the Hand was already well underway to another FOB, riding in the back of a transport along with a squadron of veteran troopers and a few bloodied Warriors. There was some chatter, but mostly the men and women remained quiet as they explited the small lull in combat to replenish their ammo and bacta supplies, patching up any minor wounds and scratches they might have picked up during the assault. Except for the members of the Shai domain, of course. Those merely scoffed at the weaklings as they stroked the spines of their amphistaves, conversing with the acute clicks and barks of their mother language in preparation of the next battle.

They disembarked in the camp where the severly injured were taken in by battle medics while the rest of the battallion followed deeper into the FOB. Vrag exchanged a few quick words with a pair of officers, and then beelined for the command tent in the back with some assistance of Vonduun-clad elbows.

Perk #94 of plate armor: you can ram straight through a crowd.

The Sith had to duck slightly as she entered the temporary structure, horns coiling lower than usual so that they wouldn't catch against the fabric. Her HUD lit up slightly, identifying the people standing about the large holodisplay that was currently showing a tactical map for their next avenues of attack.

"What's the situation here?" she addressed the trio, who were apparently Colonel [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Darth Noxia"], and an individual that went by the name of [member="Dom Volaju"]. Curious.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Post: 1/20​

Objective: To understand​

Enemies: Empathy​

Allies: Apathy​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVXTmav24Wk​

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"Forget what you were...but never forget who you were."​

"Why?"​

"Why what?"​

"Why can't I forget who I was?"​

"You must recall the weakness...to know that you have risen. To know the escalation."​

"..."​

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The feeling was tantamount to his own modification, that insurgence of change upon a dynasty. He could sense it's recourse - beyond the armored skin, the dulled senses, and the hint of inability for reclamation - he could echo this transformation with something nearly moving. Nearly.

The armorweave robe hid the monstrosity of his form beneath a layer of fabric, a protective blanket for the wounded animal he was. But beyond his meagerness and his inclination towards melancholy, he silently wept for the sorrow of his ignorance. He was on this planet now but he failed to understand why. And much like the rest of his life, departure from Selvaris as miniscule as the baby bird crashing to it's death from its nest, he stood wanting for purpose. And despite the screams, as quiet as they were, he couldn't seem to stumble upon it.

The rebels, at least that was the assumptive identity he placed upon them, moved through the streets like water escaping the unequal differential. Bodies, tattered and broken, littered what remained of this world - something soon to be swept by the graceful hand of the Sith. Conniving, contemplative, and ruthless. Maalik couldn't help but feel a sense of envy, something not entirely foreign to him, as his was a body gifted with the sense of all fruitless emotions and an impotence for sincerity. At least, that was the truth he told himself.

Starry eyes, molten to the core, pierced down towards a scuffling body through the streets - likely a hidden entrance towards a rebel encampment. Wounded, like the others, Maalik moved forward to end the endeavor. And as he was turned over, the child let out a whimper that struck the Chiss more deeply than any weapon could. Bearing his teeth and sharpened canines, he pushed away from the victim and tumbled into a pile a trash. And as he did, a much larger Atrisian ran down to protect the weakened progeny. An assumption of identity made by the Vong. Or was it Chiss?

From a weapon brandished, a defense is born. And where one Atrisian stood, a dead one laid at it's feet in a slump. The Chiss holding some form of organs in his hand, meal worms set free from the carcass. And where that body laid, the child returned with that same whimper, pleading with a father to wake up. Now isn't the time for he sleep, he screamed. And Maalik, he mouthed the words as well, agreeing with the child. Now wasn't the time for sleep. And yet...he couldn't seem to wake up.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[3/20]

Objective: One
Allies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Zaria"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Timoris"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: Turncoats

The next thing in Ajihad's scopes was the fort's barracks. Given it was about midnight, most of the soldiers would be holed up in there sleeping. Given the fact that there would be so many enemies in one place at one times, now would be the ideal time for the assassin to strike. Sheathing his two hidden blades, the Demon's Fist would head over to the barracks, ready to kill.

It seemed like none of the soldiers had heard the commotion, which was fairly reasonable, given the distance from the battle to the barracks. Ajihad let loose a small smile, the smile of a killer. Their inattentiveness would be their downfall. He silently snuck towards their door, staying out of the range of vision of anyone who happened to be looking out of one of the dirt-caked windows. He reached out towards the doorknob, slowly twisting it. Satisfied that it was unlocked, Ajihad pulled a couple thermal detonators from his pocket, and armed them. He quickly swung open the door, and threw the bombs inside. He slammed the door shut, and jumped back and away.

He crouched down, plugging his ears as the explosion occurred. Right after the barracks was destroyed, he heard boots thundering across the ground. Reinforcements, no doubt. Vi'kas turned on his armor's invisibility function, and stealthed back into the shadows. His job wasn't over yet...

 

[Darth Ophidia]

3/20
Objective: 1. Stabby fun times.
Location: Atrisian Tea House.
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: Some Atrisian dudes.

As it was far overdue, and as her companion had gotten lost in his own thoughts, Darth Ophidia stood up after tasting several types of tea and righted her robes. As her hands clasped behind her back, she strode with confident steps through the locale. The tea-makers observed her with a disquieted look as she put her helmet on her head and pulled the hood up over it. The little magnet in the fabric of her hood clung to the Beskar of her helmet.

Two Atrisians stepped in front of her, their hands resting on vibroblades and blasters. They spoke no words, but their actions spoke clear enough: You shall not pass. Ophidia raised her hands to show she meant no quarter, which was of course a lie. Her fingers curled and lightning darted from her fingers. One of their vibroblades could not withstand the shock and exploded at the Atrisian’s hip. It was not so great an explosion as to kill him, but the bleeding certainly would. The other Atrisian crumbled to the floor in agony. Agony soon ended by the heel of Ophidia’s boot as she trampled down on his neck with her heel and twisted as if extinguishing a cigarette.

The teahouse stared clearing out quite quickly at that point, no doubt alarming her targets upstairs. They no longer had anywhere to run, of course. From their raised position, Ophidia’s hands brushed to either side, which in turn made the sliding doors open. Letting her hands fall, she stepped onto the wooden corridor and took her first steps up the stairs. However, as her foot touched the first step, she disappeared. Both from the Force and from sight, she had completely vanished. Even the wood did not creak beneath her armoured self, as she had extinguished all sound around her. However, she could still see all the weapons primed at her prior location. Not to mention the dumbfounded looks on their faces as they searched for some sort of clue, as one would if facing a personal stealth field generator. The Cloak of Shadows did not have such weaknesses.

 

[Hamter Melson]

Objective: Get on Bounty
Location: On the fray of a couple of battlefields
Allies: [member="Omi Rin"] and anyone not getting in the way of his bounty
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] and anyone getting in the way of his bounty

Well, looks like waiting had payed off. Hamter had stayed near the edge of the battlefields. He wasn't interested in getting into any fights. He only had one objective, [member="Coren Starchaser"]. He had been spending all of his time using all his hacking skills to break into as many different systems that were currently being used in the area. And then, he found a hit. It seemed that a distress beacon had been set off not to far away. He had watched a few specks fall from the sky earlier, and the direction one of the specks went in was the general area where the beacon was being signaled, and it was a pretty secure network. So, he could only assume it was [member="Coren Starchaser"] or someone that knew where he was. Well, time to get to work. He started to make his way over to the signal, and ran as fast as he could. He wouldn't let his mark get away.

However, to get their, meant he had to run straight through one of the battlefields, and that didn't seem like a great idea. But, he had too, it would take to long otherwise. So, grabbing his pistols, he charged the field, running straight as a gun shot towards the beacon. As he ran, he only fired at people that raised their guns at him first. He shot a few rebels, a few stupid One Sith guys even fired at him and he put them down. But he kept running, he didn't care what was ahead. Luckily, most people at this time had certain marks they were aiming for, and aiming at a guy running directly to the side was difficult, especially when you were as fast as Hamter. He wasn't the fastest guy around, but he was better then your average solider was. He had to, in order to outrun some that he chased, or that chased him.

As he kept going, he eventually neared the edge of the field. But that was when things got difficult. As he neared it, it seemed a few rebels had flanked around and there was currently a group of them right in front of him. Well, there wasn't any time to go around them, or try to talk to them, he would just have to take them out. He started to swerve around the One Sith troops towards the rebel group. As he neared them he kept firing at them. A couple fell to his firing, but soon they all noticed him, and they started to fire at him. Hamter grabbed one of the nearby One Sith troops and turned him so he was basically a shield for him. The trooper tried resisting for a second, until a couple of blaster shots got him and he went limp. Hamter kept advancing towards the troop, and used the trooper as a meat shield. As he kept taking out a few of them, he hoped that this wouldn't take too much longer. He couldn't let his target get away.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Jar'kai, Senate Floor, Atrisia.
Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Civilians"]
Posts: 6/?


She nodded to Ferus after hearing that he was going to take her. That was a relief. It could've been much, much worse. She could have been forced into a trial with [member="Animus Malgus"] to contend with in court. The whole idea of it was his to begin with.

Kay stepped up to her protector, Mantic and spoke quietly in his ear. "Trust me when I say that we'll be alright. Don't fight, just stick close to me and we'll be able to get away safely."

She then looked to Ferus and spoke quietly with him next. "I cannot leave him here. He has to come with us. Surely there is a way that you could get credits for the both of us....together. I will come with you willingly if you agree." Kay did not wish to be separated from the Jedi and should anyone be listening in, it would sound as though she was trying to barter with the bounty hunter.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location senate
Objective protect [member="Lady Kay"]
Allies Lady Kay [member="Darth Ferus"] (never thought I would move him to this line )
Enemies OS, time, [member="Civilians"]
Post 7/20

.................


Mantic felt bewildered. He looked at [member="Darth Ferus"] and for a moment there he thought he had sensed something. But clearly he had misinterpreted it. There was so much dark force powers assembled in this location that it was overwhelming. He withdrew his hand and looked at [member="Lady Kay"] as she pleaded for him to back down.

He frowned. What had he missed. This situation was wrong. something about this picture did not add up but it was all so vague, so hard to perceive. He removed his hand from the sith lords arm and inclined his head.

"Of... of course senator," he stumbled on his speech somewhat unsure about what to do. He felt fear creeping in, fear what he was doing, the mistakes he was about to make, but also from the daunting presence of the enormous dark side presence and what it could do to him and the senator.

He failed to find helpful reasoning, he failed to call upon the jedi code for advice. Instead he was deceived and stepped back.

"Take us out of here.." he then pleaded to [member="Darth Ferus"] allowing whatever plan [member="Lady Kay"] held in preparations to be the guiding force of the coming events.

 

[Asher]

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

The thing with Pandora’s Box was that it was never meant to be opened. As the crowd noticed the unsubtle attempt at smearing dirt across their emperor. Voice called out in protest, faces scrunched up in disgust as a foreigner dared to insult the pride of their planet. What did this man know about the Emperor? Nothing. If he had then he wouldn’t have made the statements that had just been made which in turn had the entire court go against him in anger.

“This is an outrage! How dare he?” Voices called out around Animus. “This is unacceptable!”

The black haired woman stood out from the crowd in front of everyone. An accusing finger was pointed at the acolyte as her back turned against him for her to face the angry mob.

“This gungan-hugger speaks of our Emperor as if he presumed himself to be one of us!” She exclaims as anger causes her entire voice to shiver. “He speaks of our Emperor, our pride as if he knew anything about it! This foreigner is exactly the kind of man that is out in the fields practicing their tyranny against our people, our mothers and fathers. Defiling our daughters, murdering our brothers!”

“He is not from around here, he is not even one of us and he dares besmirch our emperor’s name, all of his efforts!” Her voice grows more and more outraged. “What does he know about the royal soldiers protecting our mines, our fields? The soldiers which are paid straight out of the Emperor’s own pockets in the belief that things will soon be alright.”

The Emperor rises from his throne. With the snap of a finger a servant approaches him with a soft pillow on top of which a lightsaber hilt lies resting. The Emperor makes no move to retrieve it but instead approaches his people.

“There is a thing about words.” He begins as he turns to Animus. “It’s in how you use them. You see, you bring the armies of the One Sith to my city steps, but you insult my people. You besmirch my name with slander and lies!” The emperor’s face drops into a low glare. “I have chosen my words carefully, acolyte.” His voice drips of contempt as each syllable travels towards the insolent acolyte. “Perhaps you should have done the same.”

“Yeah!” The crowd cheers their beloved Emperor on.

“I will see you depart my planet, Animus Malgus. I will see you leave and once you are gone you will not be welcomed back ever again.” The Emperor raises his nose for the ceiling in an imposing stare. “Unless, you apologize to me and my people for the little display of arrogance that you put on only short few moments ago.”

“The choice is yours.”

 

[Lassiter]

Objective: Learn Illusions
Mentions: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] and [member="Sage Bane"]

There was unspoken admiration over the Sith Lord’s illusions and the macabre sense of amusement that Sena was experiencing. People fleeing in terror, crying their eyes out over friends turning into monsters of varying mutations. The knight closed her eyes, to the world and mimicked the hand movements from memory as she tried to repeat the processes that Lord Bane had gone over. Perhaps she should have said thanks but she figured it wasn’t one of those things that needed to be said.

In fact the less she had to speak, the better.

Coming up with a fear of her own to spread was not hard. The crack of whips, the carvings of leathery rope against your back. No, it had to be something that would be a bit more universal. Something that anyone would fear and Sena had just the idea.

It would start as a tickling sensation throughout the hand and arm like if something wanted to break out of a soft fleshy prison. People stopped what they were doing and in the midst of the monstrous apocalypse there was people staring idly at the top of their hands. Eyes jittering as the tickling grew increasingly unbearable their fingers curled in a tensed up attempt to itch back but nothing happend. At least not until the protective bubble underneath their nails burst open and with it came the true illusion.

Spiders.

Spider after spider came crawling out from underneath the people’s fingertips as shrieks of panic began emanate around the area. Arms began to bubble up and expand in a bulge on their arm. Everyone was too scared to scratch, to scared to act. The bubbles on the skins of man and woman alike burst open and to no surprise the contents were the same. Spiders came crawling out of every orifice possible. Throats, tear ducts and sweat glands. Nothing was safe and nothing was sacred as person after person fell to the ground shivering in terror.

Sena herself took a deep breath in delight.

“Thank you.” She whispered to the Sith Lord at last. “I will use this well.”

 

[Judah Lesan]

3/20
Objective: 1. Stabby fun times.
Location: Atrisian Tea House.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Some Atrisian NPC types

Xander had last all track of time and reality drinking the tea. In all reality he'd just been very busy with his thoughts, thinking that space Japan was actually a pretty cool place. Too bad it was about to get very bloody, then again, it already was in other places. Several of the assassins were in place, and much further along in the stabby fun times part than he was. This had to be changed. Without a word, Xander leaped from his chair and ignited his twin Violet sabers. His feet landed on the on the ground at the same time a pair of heads made a thud on the floor of the tea house. Two rebels, two targets, they were not going to survive their choice to oppose the Sith occupation of their world. With much fury, Xander, Darth Vizios announced his presence.

He looked at two others, he mind pressed into theirs. With a look he planted a thought and walked passed them as they set on killing one another. Still another seemed to be lifted off the ground as Xander used the force to grip their throat and crush it in one moment. The slaughter continued well into the evening, until his quadrant was cleared. This was the price of rebellion, the price demanded, the price exacted. An example had been made, and no words were needed to make the message clear. Darth Vizios was certain no one would be forgetting what would be required should they rebel. They would pay with their life.