No Sacrifice, No Victory (OS Dominion of Fresia)

[Long Gone]

Objective: Protect the interests of Incom Corporation, the Techno Union and learn that control is far from grasp.
Location: Incom Corporation Defense Fleet Flagship 'Dauntless'
Allies: One Sith, Techno Union ([member="Jennifer Blanchard"])
2/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1KdWt9-GsE​

Alyesa didn’t appeared amused on the other end of the holo, her right arm coming to cross over her chest and grasp her left elbow as she brought her hand up, gesturing in the air. “You can dispense with the pleasantries…” She noted the gesture to silence her, her displeasure turning to anger within a split second, but years of being a Senator allowed her to conceal it with a curt nod. ‘That slimy piece of garbage, Incom has funded the very foundation of this planet and his government for years.’

“Alderaan may be my home Governor, but you’re dealing with my company – I am enacting security protocols to ensure that there is no harm brought to Incom Corporation personnel or the interests of the Techno Union.” She said with a hint of disdain in her voice. “Corporate dealings, I’m sure you understand.” She fired back, before looking over to [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] and muting the holo. “Disable terminals in all Incom facilities until this crisis has passed and the Governor has regained control of the situation. I could trust him about as far as I could throw him and I want no access to databanks from these locations.” She said bluntly before unmuting the call and turning back to the cam.

“I trust that the government of Fresia is ensuring that all assets surrounding Incom facilities will remain untouched?” She looked at the stations monitoring the surface below before an officer off-screen approached her with a datapad. She took a moment to look over the charts and shifting activity within a part of the planet. Incom satellites had picked up massive digging equipment, droid and lifeform movement in Sector Twelve. She raised an eyebrow as she handed the datapad back to the officer and returned her attention back to [member="Darth Ferus"].

“My factory in Sector Twelve is reporting seismic shifting in the form of explosions, digging and drilling. While I’m curious to know what is going on down there, it isn’t any of my concern what you do to quell terrorism. We’ll be in touch Governor.” She cut the call short as she stepped off the pad and moved behind Jennifer while sighing heavily.

Too many questions or too much pressure and she’d attract too much attention. She’d rather not wake up with a blade to her throat or poison in her drink. The whole thing bothered her, but as long as the Board of Directors were happy and Incom had no direct involvement – her hands were tied. Her personal feelings came after the well-being of millions of workers who relied on her for income and steady employment. This wasn’t the Republic, she was not a Senator – she was as he said, a Princess with little to no authority diplomatically and a long way from home.

How the Galaxy has changed…

 

[Jayce]

[1/20]
OBJECTIVE One
LOCATION Bridge of Arcanus Obscurus
ALLIES [member="Sage Bane"]

It was the middle of the night when he was escorted from the small confines of his room at the Academy on Coruscant and thrust aboard a small personnel vessel bound for rendezvous in orbit a planet currently facing a terrorist occupation. They talked to him mostly through a small hole that separated his empty passenger hold from the cockpit. It seemed another Sith had taken interest in Jayce's file and called for him to assist in stopping the trouble on the planet's surface, evidently a trial of some kind.

The small cruiser approached what was rapidly becoming a small fleet and disappeared between a pair of cargo carriers. Blast doors spun and hissed revealing a berthing space for the smaller ship. Minutes passed in silence before Jayce heard the sound of fingers scraping at metal and the door to his left opened. The soldiers grabbed the boys arms and pulled him, unceremoniously, onto the docking bay platform. Wasting no time, the men, who seemed to be military rather than Sith, marched him quickly and quietly through a network of steel tunnels. The muffled sounds of footsteps echoed above and below and Jayce could hear the faint vibrations of intercom chatter as the trio passed certain doorways.

The military, it appeared, was out in force right now. The organization was impressive, as well as the immense force with which the Sith responded to even the slightest dissidence. At least, it impressed Jayce. Or it would have if his mind were occupied with anything other than the promise of this ritual they were talking about on the surface. If the Sith here were planning to take this world by Sorcery alone then Jayce was somewhat eager to see exactly what might be involved in this process. He would probably be happy with any task to help with the occupation, and with any master to observe as he did, but truth be told he knew he would prefer an academic.

Nothing distinguished the door to the bridge from any other door and the shift in space from the claustrophobic, sterile corridors was a little jarring. The room was wide and lined with several rows of technicians working away at terminals. Jayce scanned the viewing windows and monitors when he entered. The boy's escorts fanned away from him as they entered, falling back and standing at attention. As if at once, all eyes were on Jayce. Wrapped in all black like some awful charcoal phantasm, Jayce moved across the floor of the bridge towards the figure who stood at the head of the room.

Jayce bowed his head briefly, raising a wrapped hand from his thigh he rubbed his temple slowly.

"And what would you have me do today?" he said.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Conference Room of Baldr-class Transport, City Outskirts
Objective: Assist Sith opposition/guerrillas
Allies: Bravo Team (4 Total Dreadguard NPCs), Galactic Republic
Foes: Single and ready to mingle
Post: [1/20]

"The hell is this? Could've sworn that guy legitimately ran things - even looks like one of those sociopathic nerf-snoggers anyways." Ghost groaned, seemingly more distraught about the recent happenings than the rest of this 4-man commando team. "At least he was polite enough to give these so-called terrorists a warning before he started his cleansing."

"Cut the chatter, Ghost. Operation Flashpoint is a-go. You know the deal or are you going to make me repeat myself?" Pappy was lively as well.

"I might."

Pappy snorted at the AI dancing across his HUD, "You too. You're the one who came up with it anyways."

Miranda smiled. "Eliminate as many Sith as possible, get into the database mainframe of Incom and make a data dump. Then exfil and the home stretch." The little lass placed her hands on her hips, "So easy a caveman could do it."

"You heard the lady, boys. Lock 'n load and roll out. You've got two minutes."

 

[Iziz]

• Objective: Kill [member="Verun Hans"]
• Location: The Open Street
• Allies: [member="Saiah"]

Iziz had his orders, they were simple enough, the goal was to eliminate the mass murderer who was operating in the middle of this chaos, he was told that this world was a terrorist cell, but for a terrorist cell, this area seemed to have been crushed under-foot, men, women, and children were being dragged from their houses and detained as he ran, and something to the Jawa just didn't feel right about all of this... there were men, whom were protesting, some fighting back, but it was like a lone ant fighting against a swarm of hornets. A quick bash to the head had them knocked out long enough to be taken to where they all seemed to be heading. A sense of dread filled Iziz as he stormed against the tide, running to the last known location of the soldiers who had been attacked and massacred by something there. The deeper Iziz ran into the city, the more chaos there was, blaster-fire could be heard in the distance, which was never a good thing, but, if there were indeed terrorists here, it was to be expected. Reaching into his cloak, he drew his two light-sabers, igniting them to their shoto length at both ends as he ran, allowing them to act as effective throwing weapons should he need them.

"I'm on my way master I'll rendevouz with Saiah at the location... I'll not fail you... ... ... but... are you sure that all of the people here are terrorists? They seem like normal people..."

The heart of the Jawa weighed heavily upon him, as he watched a woman be cast to the ground, slamming so hard it split open her face, her nose exploding with blood as she was being rounded up. Gripping his light-saber tightly, he let it loose in the direction of the trooper responsible. The graceful arc of his double ended shoto light-saber hummed through the air as the telekinetic force aided with the spin as well as projecting its aim. Looking up for but a moment, there was a confirmed buzzing sound followed by a thud as Iziz called his light-saber back to him, catching it dozens of meters further down the road... He would not tolerate such an act toward civilians. While he agreed with the totalitarian rule of the One Sith, and many of their personal mantras... but he didn't believe in tyranny, he was not an evil person. The people still needed to be protected so long as they were loyal or innocent, and those who encroached on that deserved to be punished to the fullest extent of the law. In a world were death was a universal punishment, crime was not committed, the Galaxy had been divided for so long, and under the bureaucratic rule of the Jedi, history had simply shown that they became Idle, not striking out against galactic scale threats and doing what needed to be done when the time called for it.

Iziz could not accept that philosophy.

Some time later, the Jawa came to a cross-roads, he could see the bodies of sprawled out Imperial soldiers and innocents alike, heads crushed in, bodies shattered and broken with blaster shots peppering the area... the place was devastated, and sure enough the juggernaut responsible was nearby... Iziz would waste no time, entering a sprint he would coil his telekinesis around his blades, holding them tight in the grip of his mind as he would route his running momentum into spinning force. Completing a single three hundred degree spin he would throw one of his light-discs like a discuss, extending the blades to their full length on release, at the half-way point of his spin and then the other forcing Iziz to drop to one knee as he threw all of himself into the second throw, extending the length of the blades much the same on release as he would hurl them toward his opponent. The 1.5m diameter blades would spin like the blades of a helicopter a quarter of a second apart from each other as they would rocket toward the Anzat... the first, on such an angle that it would cut through his left shoulder, about half-way into his chest in the direction pointint to his right elbow, and the other would connect with his target to the outside of his right knee. spacing them out slightly so that simply evading to either side would become more difficult.

"Engaging Target!"

Iziz would yell as he entered combat, following up the spinning blades in their slick-stream, not waiting for Saiah... knowing that it would be a bigger advantage for her to attack at an opportune moment when Iziz had this behemoth busy.

He hoped he could keep him busy...

 

[Ellie Mors]

[2/20]
Objective: Kill Innocents
Location: Fresia Capital
Allies: None
Enemies: The One Sith, Innocents, Terrorists - Everyone really. ([member="Iziz Vei"] | [member="Saiah"] )

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=To6bqqB5m4I[/media]​

There were numerous things that one must do before mindlessly assaulting a target, the first of which is to survey them. Are they wearing armor? What does it look like, heavy? Perhaps Hans would have given the strange little Jawa a crash-course in murder if he hadn't suddenly had what he assumed were lightsabers being thrown at him. The second was to know your target. Species was always an important thing to know, for species such as the Iktotchi were notoriously precognitive, and perhaps just a moment more of careful assessment would have alerted the Sith to the fact that the supposed juggernaut was in fact an Anzat, a species with sensory organs that enabled them to "see" other life forms for quite some distance. But he couldn't hold it against the small one because, to Hans' advantage, the Anzati were a bizarre species with little public information on them - he wondered if the Jawa had ever even encountered one of his kind, though he doubted such with their apparent rarity. And lastly when assaulting a target, one should take the subject's physical size and prowess into consideration - especially when they appear to be doing large amounts of damage with their hands and feet alone. The sheer amount of dead soldiers that had tried to fend off the Anzat with blaster rifles that normally would have been lethal to anyone, force user or not, should have given hint to the futility of attempting to assault him in such a way. But he'd give that to the Jawa as well, when you weren't nearing five centuries of age you didn't tend to think of such things until hindsight kicked in, and that karking schutta was twenty-twenty with a side of pain.

So the Anzat did what any of his species would have with his body that he found superior to that of humans, something which was likely a supreme understatement as far as the arrogant Anzat was concerned. The sociopath likely even did what was expected, his legs kicking out parallel to the approaching saber while her upper half moved in the exact opposite direction, as though he had decided to flip himself to the side. If the Jawa was paying closer attention now, which the Anzat hoped so that he could at last have his challenge, the Sith might have noticed that he was actually moving forwards with his legs and back with the top half of his body, meaning he had moved in a rotating flip away from the projectiles so that his ridiculously muscular body would find itself diagonally avoiding his attacks with his hands on the ground to push himself towards the Jawa with strength-induced speed, the same sort of thing he did when running or keeping a relatively quick pace. Hans found it relatively amusing, of course, that all of this was at all possible simply because the Jawa had opened his mouth to speak as the hum of the objects closed in on him prior. If the Jawa did not know what the Anzati were capable of, did not fear them, then he soon would and rightfully fear and respect the galaxy's great nightmare.

A loud grunt escaped the chapped, pale, lips of the towering man as his feet made contact with the ground in a resounding thud, the soles of his phrik armor leaving clear cracks in the ground where he landed, and broke into a lumbering sprint, his body quickly picking up momentum. Now this was where he was certain the Jawa would provide at least some sort of temporary entertainment - what better than to play terentatek and akk dog? While he was certainly not capable of making sharp turns at his full sprint, he was certainly capable of enjoying the nature of the chase and toying with his expected food. It had been far too long since he last dealt with someone who could move like a mouse, so something appropriately sized would certainly foot the bill. The man carried no weapons, however, so there would be no cowardly fighting from behind walls - and perhaps that was another advantage for the Jawa Sith, a chance to either escape or wait out the fight until the Anzat grew tired of needlessly running around in a game of cat and mouse. "I hope you can run." He growled, his deep voice booming through the streets loudly, certainly clear enough for anyone within a reasonable distance to hear him.

The Jawa had certainly gotten his attention, unfortunately it was the sort that killed.

 

[Vrag]

[4/20]
Objective: Round 'em up
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Rose Kuhn"] | OS​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmU5RwuB-bw​

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Some of the newer initiates — Rose included — would surely come to question the unadulterated bloodbath happening on Fresia that day. People like Vrag, people who had murdered planets before… she would merely add it to her long resumé that would, one day, land her square in the deepest pits of Netherworld. There was a delightful sort of irony in that, an irony that she could appreciate even though she was, effectively, the punchline. A powertripping, egomaniacal mass murderer who always scrambled to be on the very top… and yet she would conclude her career at the very bottom. How precious.

Strangely enough, Vrag didn't much care about the fate that would or wouldn't befall her after all was said and done. No, that ship had sailed a long, long time ago. All she could do now was make sure that ship, when it finally entered the seas of Hell, was as decked out, armored, and ready to take on the horrors of the other dimension. Because, really, what was death, if not simply another challenge to overcome?

For most of her life, Vrag had been staring the concept of dying straight in the face, rarely faltering even when that concept brushed up against her a bit too narrowly for comfort, skimming skin and flesh and sometimes even bone.

Always being able to recover from such ordeals, however, gives one an illusion of… invincibility, a certain arrogance that is needed in order to stare death in the eye and keep going despite its icy breath sending shivers down one's spine.

It helped, of course, if that someone was riding the back of a fire-spewing beast to keep themselves warm. It wasn't the only reason why the Hand of the Dark Lord enjoyed the Nuhlrokka as she did, but it was an aspect of riding with the Otliq that she appreciated greatly.

That, and being able to play scorched earth, literally.

 

[Komo]

Objective #1: Rounding up terrorist members
Location: Fresia Capital (Streets and Neighbourhoods)
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Maja Vern"] | One Sith (My homies)
Posts: [1/20]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urV8MIcLDFk[/youtube]


Greta was part of the small little entourage that followed the Sith Lady, [member="Darth Venefica"]. Another day, another dominion. The main objectives still remained the same though. Crush the opposition with overwhelming might. Apart from the small group of Dagobah Knights, the young apprentice was pretty much the only one who had tagged along with the Voice of the Dark Lord. Their goal was to hunt down as many terrorist cells as they could, planting propaganda and dissension in their minds, indirectly brainwashing them in the process.

These however, would not be the first batch for them, as her master had already managed to subjugate several of the terrorist prisoners, searching their minds for any information about the plans of the terrorist movement. After she was done with them, these prisoners were then subtly brainwashed before released back to their comrades, effectively working them from the inside out.

The entourage has also been working on bugging the communications of selected high-value targets, along with the haunts they frequented. Plenty of preparations have already been put into place to ensure that when the time comes, the terrorist cells would be caught, and handed over to [member="Darth Ferus"] for his experimental and ritual needs. There was plenty of blood to be spilt later on. It can wait for now. But of course, she still wouldn't deny any of those who sought death.

Their rather small entourage had taken up residence in the neighbourhood, and the aura of fear followed them, as it cast a blanket of terror among the common townsfolk living in the area. The Sith Lady had stopped right in front of a house. That usually meant that this held some form of importance if she had taken an interest in it. Her boys, the Dagobah Knights had surrounded the house, and Greta stood beside her master as she gave the order with a nod, breaking the windows and doors simultaneously She lead the way for the rest as she dragged out the terrorist occupants, with the rest of the knights following suit, dragging out who ever remained in the building. The captives were then stun-cuffed as they were prepped for extraction. It was time to head on to the next location.

Where would they be heading to next, she wonder? Would they pose a challenge this time, or would they all still continue to be lacking any form of backbones?

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post: 1/20]​

Objective: Rounding up terrorist members
Location: Fresia Capital (Streets and Neighbourhoods)
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | @anyoneelsethatknowme
Enemies: We’re Sith…it stands to reason
Theme: I’ll make you forget the rest…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMvCNbVXZzg

‘Baby, look at me
And tell me what you see
You ain’t seen the best of me yet
Give me time I’ll make you forget the rest

I got more in me
And you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hands
Don’t you know who I am

Remember my name, fame

I’m gonna live forever
I’m gonna learn how to fly high
I feel it coming together
People will see me and cry, fame

I’m gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame, fame
I’m gonna live forever
Baby, remember my name.’

Darth Venefica she knew. She’d presented her with a still warm heart once. As gifts go, it was a little…odd, but context was everything.

But the others? Nope, never met them. No doubt they were past masters at these planetary invasions and Maja had but one under her belt, but still…she was quite happy to make up for lost time. And once she got going, she was sure they’d appreciate her talents.

Her lack of Sith etiquette meant that apart from her two Masters, she’d probably offended most of the Dark-siders she’d met. Part of that was arrogance – she’d carried her sister’s name around with her even when she didn’t want to. And she was naturally confident anyway, ever since she’d discovered her latent talents. And OK, the very tall grumpy one had demanded a level of decorum during training but Matsu had been a breath of fresh air – given her affinity to magic. OK, she’d brutally scarred her back with some boiling concoction that a creature had spewed all over here – but you couldn’t hold it against her – she had wonderful cheek-bones.

The stated goal was right up her street. In fact, it even came to the door, rung the bell and wiped its feet when it came in. Planting propaganda and dissension? That she could do in her sleep.

So she stood whilst they cased the joint – Maja believed that was the technical term. Breaking and entering, that was also one she was familiar with as the hired hands broke down windows and doors and dragged out the occupants. Their terror was like an aphrodisiac to Maja, she tried to suck in as much as she could, her irises involuntarily morphing yellow as she felt the Force and fed on their fear.

If she had a criticism, it was that it was a little…boring so far. But she remained hopeful that she’d be let loose on some minds sooner or later.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Atmosphere of Fresia
Objective: Destroy the Sith [ Opposition of Objective ? ]
Allies: Enemies of the Sith, [member="Finnik Mann"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: [ 01/20 ]

Another day, another battle. That's how fighting the Sith usually went. Only lately had they claimed dominion over the planet of Csilla, now they were already fighting on the planet of Fresia. They did not stop for a moment, it seemed, and the heads of the faction seemed to be doing a lot of work. Unlike some other factions.

Lilin did not wish to participate in an extremely dangerous duel this time, but sought to help those in need and evacuate the people who were too close to the battle. She did not want more people to die like it had happened on the Chiss world.

At that moment, she was in the atmosphere of the planet, trying to find a place to land. She had come from a completely different direction than the Sith, hoping to get to the planet safe and sound without having to deal with a massive One Sith fleet. If her skills at fighting were slightly better than her skills at anything else, her abilities at space battle were lacking so much that it was better to send a chicken to battle at space.

This time, however, the girl had no idea if any other member of the Covenant was there. Or if there were anybody fighting the Sith at all. It was either going to be a mission which would prove her bravery or a completely foolish act of suicide.

Both options were equally terrifying.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: City Outskirts
Objective: Assist Sith opposition/guerrillas
Allies: Bravo Squad (4 Dreadguard), Galactic Republic
Foes: Single and ready to mingle
Post: [2/20]

They were out on the move immediately. The rest of Bravo Squad had finished concealing their base of operations with layers of sensor-baffling cammie nets, booby traps, sensor detection pikes, and a variety of other little tricks and treats for the wandering Sith Lord or crony.

"Bravo, on me." Pappy sounded off, muting his anunciator. "We've got about two mikes until we hit the main office building. Expect heavy resistance and chaos on the streets below." Bravo Squad regrouped against the side of a building, stacking into a line formation. "When we're in the building, I want Ghost to set up in the nearby construction complex and provide overwatch. Use sensors and proximities to ensure nobody sneaks up on your six. Victor and Miranda are going to be working on the database mainframe while me and Foley pull security."

Foley piped up, "What about exfil? How're we buggin' out?"

"Miranda's got the bird hooked up with slave circuits so it'll come right to us. Just don't miss it."

 

[Long Gone]

Objective: Disable Terminals and Central Connections to Incom Corporation facilities
Allies: One Sith and Techno Union ([member="Jennifer Blanchard"])
Location: Incom Corporation Defense Fleet Flagship ‘Dauntless’
3/20

Alyesa stood close behind Jennifer who was no doubt working on disabling the terminals and connections remotely – as she had been given the termination access codes to the central systems. Alyesa on the other hand would simply move to another communications terminal and ensure there were no core connections to the actual core itself. By the time they were done, there would be nothing left but useless terminals and absolutely no way to access sensitive items via the planet of Fresia for the time being.

Until the government decided it was going to reestablish – she wouldn’t bring it back online and when she did bring it back online, the codes would be stripped and redone, with more stringent protocols and security measures to prevent any type of sabotage or slicing efforts by outside sources. She’d continue to type away at the terminal, sighing heavily as she did so. It was unfortunate to be honest – an entire production planet offline for a brief period, which meant that the facility above the planet would have to halt operations for a brief period and the Union would have to provide security until otherwise determined it wasn’t needed.

 

[Rose Kuhn]

Objective: Stuff
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Vrag"] | OS
[4/20]

She continued doing what she had been told, unabashed slaughter.

Part of her sought to understand it, part of her wanted to know why they were doing this. She had been told it was something to do with Alchemy, that it was some grand ritual, but she wasn't so sure that in the end she believed that. Perhaps it was because she had never studied such things, or perhaps it was because she had no hand its the planning of this butchery.

Either way, Rose found herself with a certain curiosity as she proceeded to cut her way through the ranks of Fresia.

The terrorists seemed to have stopped mostly. Some simply ran away when they saw her, others tried using women and children as human shields, and still others simply attempted to surrender. Their fate was always the same. She didn't mind doing this, after all she knew eventually what her reputation was to become.

Rose was Sith.

There was no room for kindness, no room for mercy.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Objective: Assist CEO Organa
Location: Dauntless
Allies: One Sith, Techno Union, [member="Alyesa Organa"]
Enemies: Casuals writing code, not getting paid, wanting chili cheese fries
2/20

While Jenn was here to assist, there was only so much she knew how to do. So many things for her to mess up, that she was going to do what she could. What, with Marek having disappeared, it was up to he rest of Net Zillo to pick up the slack. Not that it was there job, but the Network of Obsidians she was a part of were most closely related to the Union’s CEOs and engineers. So, well, it made her have to work with them. Sort of.

She’d let Organa discuss all the finer points of the situation and Jenn was going to… not play snake. She was going to slice the Holonet and see what she could learn. Though, Snake was really fun.

When Organa stood behind her, Jenn nodded. “So, we want all our systems to lock anyone else out?” She wanted to make sure she did it right. Hadn’t worked with Organa before, and liked to keep her personal record of being ‘the best slicer ever’ intact.

 

[Long Gone]

Objective: Disable Terminals and Central Connections to Incom Corporation facilities
Allies: One Sith and Techno Union ([member="Jennifer Blanchard"])
Location: Incom Corporation Defense Fleet Flagship ‘Dauntless’
5/20

Alyesa looked over at the other woman and nodded softly. “Basically, no one gets entry into the system from these access points across the planet. Period.” She gestured to the map. “I’ve already begun purging the database for access credentials but that doesn’t stop people with unique capabilities in…slicing, now does it?” She chuckled and continued to purge the access credentials of every individual who worked or has ever worked on Fresia. “We don’t need anyone having the ability to come in and tamper with any of our systems, as they might push further and get into the Techno Union’s core systems.” Plus there was damage control, she didn't want anyone to be linked to any genocides or any issues going on down on the planet. Sure, there would be records of these purges but there would be nothing more to show than routine protocols being enacted during a terrorist event - nothing to show that Incom Corporation or even Techno Union had knowledge of any wrong doing, mass genocide or well, bad stuff going on within the planetary sphere of Fresia.

Because well, at the moment - they didn't.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Inside of the City, about two blocks from Incom building
Objective: Assist Sith opposition/guerrillas
Allies: Bravo Squad (4 Dreadguard), Galactic Republic
Foes: Single and ready to mingle
Post: [3/20]

Pappy nearly forgot one of the most important aspects of the mission.

"Victor, did you-"

"Yes, they're right here with me. Just tryin' to make sure these bad boys don't go rolling off on their own." The Dreadguard tech expert seemingly smiled from behind his helmet at the trio of astromech droids trailing the squad some distance away. "They know their job, Pap. We just gotta keep 'em alive long enough to do their job."

"Oh boy. Now we're really bringing a crowd. I'm surprised nobody's spotted us yet."

Pappy glanced at his HUD and scanners. "Most sensible people are either hiding in their barricaded homes or they're off near the city center fighting or being sacrificed to make-believe gods." He grinned at the AI, "And besides, who wants to mess with us?"

"Construction site is coming up. I'm heading out, boss. My position will be tagged on your tacmap so don't forget me when we start t' run." Ghost took off for the building still halfway built, cradling his sniper rifle and other tactical gear as if they were his children.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Terrorist Round up
Location: Dropship to the surface of Fresia
Allies: [member="Jayce"]
Enemies: N/A
2/20

Sage could feel the dark side brimming off the boy before he even saw him. His new Acolyte radiated a strange magic, almost a mixture of the Force and Sith sorcery. Curious. Sage smiled to himself and then turned on his heel to face the newcomer. A tall black-clad figure with a cherubic face and bone-white hair stared back at him. The boy was strikingly beautiful, if a bit gloomy-looking. If he didn't make it as a Sith, perhaps he had a future as someone's pretty little pet.

"What would you have me do, Master?" Sage immediately corrected. Acolytes. They were as disrespectful as bratty children these days. They all wanted the gifts of the dark side handed to them on a bloody silver platter without even a word of gratitude. He clapped a hand on his apprentice's shoulder and began to usher him towards the waiting dropships. A careless smirk on his face, Sage talked as he walked.

"Acolyte Jayce. My name is Sage Bane and I will be your Master on your journey from the lowliest minion to the most powerful luminary that the dark side could create." He looked over at the boy with an edge of seriousness in his face and added, "That is, if you prove yourself strong enough to claw your way to the top."

The smirk soon returned as the two Sith took their seats in the dropship, and as they began to descend to the surface, Sage explained the mission to Jayce in a sarcastic tenor.

"The mission today is simple. We're looking for terrorists. They should be easy to spot due to the copious amounts of bombs and explosives they'll be setting off. Can't miss 'em, really."

He chuckled darkly and caressed the activation switch on his lightsaber hilt.

"We will be rounding them up for a blood sacrifice the likes of which the galaxy has never seen. Any questions, Apprentice?"

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: Assist CEO Organa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: Dauntless[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: One Sith, Techno Union, [member="Alyesa Organa"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: Casuals writing code, not getting paid, wanting chili cheese fries[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]3[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]/20[/SIZE]

Right, no access. Jenn could do that. She nodded at CEO Organa. “So block everyone out, make sure no one can get into your systems. I can easily do that.” She grinned, running a hand through her hair before turning her attention back at her datapad. She was in the system, so the tricky part was already done for her. Working the capitalist game was fun sometimes, especially when you were hunting against people.

Or stopping people from getting in.

“So, firewall. I can work on one that’s pretty standard in my box of tricks… We can then re-write it when we’re not on the clock, yeah?” She grinned.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Atmosphere of Fresia
Objective: Destroy the Sith [ Opposition of Objective ? ]
Allies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Enemies: ????
Post: [ 1/20 ]

Fresia, how had Finnik gotten there, oh yeah, the Sith. What was he doing with them anyway, right force sensitive and lived on Coruscant. There wasnt a choice really. The runaway, stowaway, whatever he was, had been on Coruscant for years and now ventured off with the Sith because he was tired of being on Coruscant. He needed force training, but did he like the Sith? Hell, no! Finnik had no preference for the Sith or Jedi, though he hated Jedi more. They were way to strict for him, and no way he was going to straighten out to train with them. First chance leaving the Sith came along, and Finnik would be gone. The barely eighteen year old just wanted to be free to be himself.

Finnik found himself alone, and away from the strike team. He wasn't there to help, he wasn't there to hinder. Reports that the place was full of terrorists were debatable. There were those who would call the Sith terrorists. Honestly it just got Finnik off world. Though if there were terrorists, Finnik would fight them. Just because he was very neutral in what good and evil were, or right and wrong, terrorism was something Finnik hated.

For now he would wait just outside the city. There was a lot of time to just think, and be useless. He didn't mind. Useless was what he was best at. The orphan really never tried his hand at being useful, because the useful ones got noticed, and asked to do things. Sure, he was expecting some grand destiny to find him, and if it did, he'd leap to action. Until then, he was just Finnik, a rebel without a cause, to steal a phrase. His eyes were trained on the sky as he often found himself escaping to his daydreams. This time though, a ship was approaching... he was going to have to hide, or do something. So why wasn't he moving?

 

[Reverance]

[1/20]
Objective: Gather members for the alchemic sacrfice
Location: Planetside
Allies: The One Sith

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBN-1Q0_Fiw​

He was never one for alchemy. Like a participant in the audience, viewing magic from afar with the eye of a skeptic. He understood it, could relate to it, but couldn't seem to fathom it for the intricacies and gesticulations. No, when his enemies felt the pound of the heart, the throb of pain coursing through their bodies, the reel of blood as it escape their body - they would know that it dealt with his direct intervention into their life and the extinguishing of it. Perhaps it was that mood, that view of life, that persisted this failure into the dark magics for the Sith Lord - his focus remained fixed on what was in front of him, not around and floating in the abstract. And he commended and supported those who could delve into such practices...

The dropship landed in a plum of tempered dust as the thrusters kicked off from the vehicle, the engine powering down to the sound of it's own trepidation. The planet was awry with notions of change and lasting impressions, things were moving towards a new purpose. One such purpose was the exchange of sacrifice for the gain of alchemic basin powers. Gabriel didn't understand it, but as he stepped out from the metal vessel to interrupt the blast of wind whipping about the ship, he condoned the nature of such investments. As he wrapped the armorweave cloak around his body, he searched the horizon and the impending doom that now riddled the planet with it's own form of offset bloat. The fear of the unknown crept across the surface, an unknown vessel of things mysterious and not entirely understood.

He made silent promises of pain to come, a price he would pay in the currency that flowed thick and viscous, but remained apprehensive towards the notion of not performing his own form of sacrifice. The Tsaisi, the chom-huun, the voxyn arm - they all made demands that were equal to or greater than the costs of this basin. Why was this more important then their hunger? Scratching his head over such notions, he proceed forward towards a location determined, through intel, to be a significant location for viable sacrifice. Death or not, he would have that price of pain.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: 1 mixed with 3; then slightly stirred, not shaken
Location: Fresia Capital (streets and back alleys)
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] l Dagobah Knights x10 l [member="Darth Valdra"] l [member="Greta Kohler"] l [member="Maja Vern"] l [member="Vrag"]
[3/20]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nVvojfQVBY[/youtube]​

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Darth Venefica was a woman of few words. This was not because she was opposed to long conversations, which at times she could ramble on with the best of them, but more to the fact of her own inner struggles. The voices in her head at subsided slightly but left with her an everlasting gift of madness. Hence the self-proclaimed title Queen of Madness. When she was quiet to the naked eye, she was waging war with all the voices whilst trying to get a grip on her fleeting sanity internally. Her boys, both the Dagobah Knights and the Nightshade company, understood their master's plight; never questioning her orders or talking among themselves about it. To them, her word was law.​

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So when they began to close the distance on a run-downed warehouse, the sanctuary of five terrorists who were the ring leaders behind the explosion that rocked the hospital on the eastern section of the city, she decided this would be a good time to let both her Apprentice, [member="Greta Kohler"], and the Knight [member="Maja Vern"] take the lead on this one. Her Apprentice had extensive knowledge of warfare while the Knight had proven herself before in scenarios such as this.​

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"Take the five with stunners to the back entrance," she said to her Apprentice, then added to the Knight, "While you take the other five through the front door."​

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"Move quickly and efficiently...and try not to kill them. If they do pose a serious threat to anyone of you...then do not hesitate to put them down like rabid tu'katas. Lord Ferus has foreseen that not all of the terrorists will be his."​

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The Dagobah Sith fell silent, returning to her own personal war.​