No Sacrifice, No Victory (OS Dominion of Fresia)

[Amelia Moonlight]

[2/20]
Objective: Aid the resistance (anti-objective, I guess?)
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: Enemies of Sith
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Vrag"]
NPCs: a group of Fresian refugees, some Sith troopers

https://youtu.be/euJk7TBletM​

A few more Sith troopers had fallen under their own blaster bolts, redirected back at them by Amelia's lightsaber. But there were more whom she either missed, or managed to keep moving quickly enough not to be in the same place by the time the bullet had reached it's intended target, was redirected, and hit where it came from.
Keep shooting, I could do this whole day, she thought to herself, and was grazed on her shoulder guard as a reward. As an additional complication, she spotted a group of fresh troopers descending the stairs one block away and moving in to help their allies caught in the firefight. It seemed as if the universe had decided to instantly punish her for her vainglory a moment sooner.

I can't fight a whole platoon at once, especially if they're smart enough to start advancing, she reasoned, ducking behind a partially crumbled wall.
There has to be something I can do... She saw the refugees had almost reached the end of the building. They would be at the ship in a matter of minutes. She had to act, do something to halt the advance of the Sith troopers and then rejoin the refugees so as to take them off world.

She spent a moment to look at her surroundings and smiled. When the situation of the battlefield bodes ill to you, change the situation. There was always at least one Echani proverb you could apply to whatever you had to do. Reaching out with the Force, she grasped a large pile of debris and shoved it into the gap in the wall. It wouldn't hold the enemy forever, but it blocked their line of sight, and by the time they would either climb over the new impediment or go around it, Amelia intended to already be at her ship, if not on it. She dashed away, following the course the refugees had taken, with the last of them having vanished behind the corner just moments ago.

In a matter of minutes, she would have reached the corner herself, but for a premonition that caught her completely unprepared and made her dodge sideways purely on reflex. She was so busy with the troopers and her intended escape that she had not paid sufficient attention to her surroundings and if it were not for her exceptional skill of precognition, she would likely have crashed into what seemed like a horned biomech droid, and possibly impaled herself on whatever weapon it had in its hands.
Her lightsaber still ignited, the Echani pointed it at the creature, hoping to scare it with the weapon, then attempted to around it.

 

[???]

Objective: send two probes each to location 1 to 3
Location: ?
Allies:?
Enemies: ?


The probes were sent in pairs to three different locations. The objective was simple, record faces and data and stream it back to the datapad in encrypted channels. The small hovering shapes would be difficult to discern with all the chaos of the Sith conducting, especially scorch earth tactics, but that was the point. To remain undetected.

The desire to understand methods and Strategies was important. What key figures if any. Where there particular figures that traveled together? All of this were questions that would need to be answered slowly but painstakingly surely.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

2/20
Objective: Kill the Hulk.
Location: Fresian capital.
Allies: [member="Iziz Vei"]
Enemies: [member="Verun Hans"]

There were no apparent chinks in the behemoth’s armour, and he seemed only amused by the Jawa’s relentless attacks. Saiah observed the failed tripping action, the diminutive one showboating, and then an explosion. She raised her arms to protect herself, and gripped in to the front of her hood to prevent the blast from pushing it back. She was too far away for the blast to affect her as more than a gust of dusty wind and a few falling bits of shrapnel. The Jawa’s strategy was sound. A good blast of explosives would most likely penetrate or at the very least help exhaust the juggernaut’s strength. While Iziz was just packing one, there were plenty of dead troopers around. Troopers had a habit of carrying grenades and thermal detonators.

While she was generally still, there was a moment’s chance to see her as an anomaly in the air pressed outwards from the thermal detonation, but it was brief and would take a watchful eye or sheer luck to catch.

Suddenly, Saiah’s presence would emerge from its’ minute guise to full size. She was mustering up Force energy and did not want to split her attention. In the seconds after the blast, she mustered up the required energy to create a blast of Force Lightning. She maintained her preparations for as long as she could without being in immediate danger and then unleashed a torrent of pale blue electrical tendrils at their armoured foe. While she could not muster up a Force Storm, she did pack a notable punch. Her aim was to wear down the armoured giant’s strength and potentially knock out the electrical systems in his suit. As her torrent of electricity arched from her fingers, the circuit breaker in her personal stealth unit switched off, removing her coat of invisibility rather than overloading and damaging the system.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Protect Incom
Location: Incom building
Allies: [member="Jayce"] [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies: [member="Pappy"]
NPCs: 40 20 expendable One Sith troops
6/20

A barrage of chemical projectiles pounded the first line of Sage's troops. The men and women left standing either took a knee, firing back with their blasters or grabbed whatever cover they could find. The soldiers that weren't mowed down by enemy slug throwers were picked off by a sniper somewhere up high. Sage himself used his amphistaff arm to whip away the bullets and slugs. His reflexive parries were not failsafe, however. His face grimaced with pain as large globs of residual chemicals penetrated his skin, right through his armorweave. His ampthistaves hissed and snapped at the air around them, riled up by the painful wound.

"Press forward!" Sage ordered his remaining troops with an animal hiss. Clicking on his commlink, he barked a hasty warning to Knight Santii and Acolyte Jayce.

"Proceed to the Incom building with caution. Be on the look out for snipers."

The Fresia terrorists might have been Force dead, but their weapons were not. Using the absence in the Force to search for their locations, Sage began to root out the enemies, starting with the ones on the ground. With a determined stride he advanced on the technician with the CZ-837 LMG. His arm shot out and his fingers curled up into a fist, an attempt to crush the weapon in the other man's hand and render it useless.

As he focused on disarming his foe, Sage felt a powerful thrumming in the Force. Thousands of souls were being bled out in Darth Ferus's basin and it was changing the not only the planet's life force, but its surface. Fresia would now contain a sea of blood. The alchemical ritual had begun.

 

[Nerius]

[1/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Underground
Allies: One Sith

Nerius, having heard of the slaughter to be held, had traveled to the planet, searching all com signals to find someone worth aiding. And yet, it would seem, that none needed him. So, having picked up on wavelength containing warning messages to hide in an underground bunker, the Pink Blob set off towards the originating point.

Wearing his ever present Glistaweb blindingly white pants, durasteel wrist covers, and a broad chest, Nerius made for the hub of activity with stealth. Moving along, shadow to shadow, Nerius neared a manhole that lay propped open. Reaching out with the Force, the Blob sensed claymores rigged to blow if it were moved to high.

Slamming his body to the ground, Nerius flattened himself, then smushed down some more, until with a soft kick, he slid under the tiny opening then began a slow free fall. Slowly bringing himself back to shape, he landed solidly on sure footing, glancing around the tunnel with speed.

All clear so far.

 

[Vrag]

[7/20]
Objective: Round 'em up
Location: Fresia capital
Allies: [member="Rose Kuhn"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Maja Vern"]
Enemies: [member="Amelia Moonlight"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fg699mNc09Q​

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One had to wonder what a Jedi, outnumbered and outmatched, was doing on Fresia of all places. Even though untouched by the Sith until very recently, the planet was still a long ways away from the regions of space where their Order was welcomed.

Oh, well. Only meant they were far less likely to have any allies worth their salt. Maybe a gutsy refugee here and there, brandishing a service rifle far too large and heavy for their untrained hands. In the end, however, they were all just trying to stave off the inevitable; unfortunately for them, the inevitable was closing in on their position even as they were backing up down the narrow streets of Fresia's capital.

Those few would soon be dealt with by the Vong already trailing behind her, their amphistaves writhing and craving fresh blood, but the Hand of the Dark Lord had her eyes for one opponent only. While thud bugs and blaster bolts alike whizzed past her, the firrerreo advanced upon the retreating Jedi, hoping to catch her unawares due to the gaping holes in the Force created by the Vonduun covering her body. No members of the Order that Vrag had fought to date were ever particularly prepared when it came to battling Vong, and so the Sith would try to exploit that once more.

Before she could strike the enemy down, however, the Jedi jumped out of the way and to the side, rendering a direct attack night impossible as she stepped into a defensive stance. Well, so much for that plan.

Instead, Vrag would continue onward with her momentum, her step never faltering as she sent out a sharp Force push with her free left hand, attempting to throw the Jedi off her feet and slam her into the crumbling wall behind her. Lone rebels like her weren't a real threat per se, not when the world was crawling with Sith and Vong, but it didn't mean she would simply let the goody-two-shoes unchecked, ruining their handiwork.

 

[Nerius]

[2/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Underground
Allies: One Sith

Planting his back firmly against a wall, Nerius peeked around the corner, spotting dual enemies, each armed to the teeth and seemingly standing guard. Dipping swiftly around the edge, Nerius extended his arms until he hunched like an ape, racing like a rampaging animal.

Once close enough, he lifted his feet, slammed them both swiftly into the temple and cheek bone of his opponents. Shrinking his arms back to normal, he let the drop momentum carry him until his shoulder touched down, he then spun his right leg about until he tripped up both.

Rising back to his feet he gripped a blaster pistol attached to the harness of the quickly standing man to his right. Jerking it free, he fired a blast at near range, then flipped it backwards in his hand before firing again. The first found its mark directly along the bridge of the nose, while the second flew over his shoulder to puncture the eye of the second enemy.

Keeping the weapon in his hand, he grinned, rolled his shoulders, and made ready for more.

 

[Amelia Moonlight]

[3/20]
Objective: get a small group of refugees offworld
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: Enemies of the Sith
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Vrag"]

https://youtu.be/-6UZZkedtGU​

Before she managed as much as circle the enemy, Amelia was caught unaware by a blast of pure Force energy and sent flying into the wall behind her. The pain of the impact momentarily stunned her and took her breath away, and she needed a moment to catch it again. The flow of adrenaline helped her get back on her feet in a couple of seconds after hitting the ground, picking up her weapon while rising. Luckily, she had only hit her back; had she hit her head, gathering her wits would have taken dangerously longer. The horned creature didn't even register the threat of the extended lightsaber, which meant it must have been used to facing laser-blade wielding opponents. What was surprising however, was that the Echani could not sense her enemy through the Force; not just lacking the connection of a Jedi, but any connection at all, like a droid or a rock. And yet the creature used what could only have been the Force.
No, that's ridiculous, she thought to herself. It must have some sort of directed invisible precision strike mechanism. No creature dead to the Force can feel or use it.

"Identify yourself," the Padawan demanded as she rose to her feet with dust from the debris slowly falling from her. It was a stupid request; if the enemy was with the Sith, which was obvious from the fact that it had decided to impede one helping the refugees, there was a high probability that the answer would either be self-aggrandizing ego-food or otherwise useless to her, or there wouldn't be one at all. But that was not the point: what Amelia really intended was to give herself a second or two to study the enemy's posture and movement. Her lightsaber was in a defensive posture, ready to block or parry if necessary, and dodge if there were to be another thrust from that kinetic energy mechanism the creature used to catch her unaware the first time.

 

[Nerius]

[3/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Underground
Allies: One Sith

Moving, slinking really, from tunnel to tunnel, Nerius encountered little in the way of opposition. The hardest confrontation he had was a group of three, and those were dispatched with relative simplicity as well - simply changing his form to match that of a previously faced guard until close enough to eliminate.

But soon enough, the Pink Monster came upon a cavern large enough to house a couple dozen important looking figures. With a squish-twist-mold of his face, Nerius swiftly became the last enemy he faced and stepped into the room, calling out as he did, "Hold fire! Its me!"

Instantly the drawn guns were lowered.

Nerius grinned, moved close to a man who stood draped in fine garb. Sweeping him into his arms, the Apprentice leveled his Blaster Pistol at the base of the mans skull, "Alright! Everyone, put your guns on the ground!!"

Slowly men began to loosen straps, crouch, and release their rifles or whatever armaments they held...it was all to easy...

Peeling his antenna from his new form, it rocketed backwards - stretching several feet - until it wrapped around the wrist of a man that approached with a knife drawn. He intended to off one such as Nerius, with a bloody knife!!!

Snapping the wrist, Nerius caught the falling blade with the amiable appendage. Sinking the blade into the mans chin, he watched the blade tip appear through the skull cap, while at the same time pulling the trigger of the pistol. The brains sprayed everyone nearby in a fine mist.

 

[Eryi Mogeko]

https://youtu.be/YFgvNszm6ck​

[1/20]
Objective: Finding any stragglers and collecting them.
Location: Capitol, Housing District
Allies: The One Sith/Sith Assassins

Eryi arrived fashionably late, as usual for one of her skills. She was not a fighter at heart, although she enjoyed the suffering of others at her hand. The operations she most enjoyed were ones that put her in a position of power. Walking through the housing district was a somber experience; barely a soul remained as most were sacrificed, but rats always found a hiding spot. She walked with a casual step, covered in dirt and weeping crocodile tears. The sight of an eighteen year old girl in such a vulnerable position with no visible armaments was bait enough; let alone the fact Eryi was also considerably cute and youthful in appearance. An old wooden door creaked as a woman covered with rags ran to her, grabbing the girl's sleeve and dragging her back to the old bunker.

Eryi upon entry to the room hugged the woman, screaming and crying for her family. "Pl.. Please! My father and mother got trapped.. N.. Mmhh... I don't know where to go?!" She cried, observing the other survivors over the woman's shoulder. In an attempt to console Eryi, the woman revealed that there were several other bunkers, identical in size and appearance to the one they occupied. The girl fell silent, without a moment's hesitation or hint of empathy; Eryi grabbed the woman's head and slammed it into her knee. Her entire face contorted to the shape of the girl's knee, leaving a barely alive and bloody mess which fell to the floor lifelessly.

The other survivors were not armed, they looked on in shock as the girl stepped atop the woman's body. Eryi had not killed the woman since she received specific instructions to avoid death; although she did take pleasure in the pain inflicted, as bloody tears ran down her victim's broken cheeks. "Thank you.. So much for your help... I am Eryi Mogeko, it's fine if you don't know me, we'll be well acquainted if you offer any resistance." Eryi slowly drew her carving knife before digging it into the woman's left leg, removing her heavy blaster pistol from its holster using her right hand and training it on the survivors. Using her skills in carving flesh, Eryi avoided the arteries and veins within to carve out the majority of her victim's thigh muscles.

She showed no mercy to the screams and howls of terror, the survivors barely looked at the horror before them as Eryi pulled out a singular and whole mass of thigh muscle. Long fainted from the experience, her victim had not moved in some time, although her thigh was now completely stripped to the bone, skin, arteries and veins. Lifting the muscle to her face, Eryi pressed her right cheek into it before slinging it around her neck, like a scarf. "Understand.. This is the fate that will befall you if you resist my demands, and I will make you last for weeks..." She mumbled, standing once more and walking over the woman's face, Eryi threw a handful of chain linked cuffs at her now prisoners. "Put them on yourselves; follow me if you know what's good for you."

They scrambled like sheep to cuff themselves, although this would eventually lead to their slaughter, perhaps it was a mercy compared to Eryi's torture. Less than a minute would pass before Eryi began herding the survivors from the bunker, she had plans to hand them over for escort with another Sith before searching the other bunkers.

 

[Nerius]

[4/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Underground
Allies: One Sith

https://youtu.be/u22iiRqPc74

Spinning around, Nerius leapt for safety, as the surrounding militia began to bring their guns about once again. Slamming his back against a low rock face, he peeked around the corner, watching as they began to converge together, attempting to save the last of the politicians or whoever they were.

Drawing his head back, Nerius began to mold and shape the mass of his body, taking from his torso and legs, even his tentacle, to elongate and thicken his arms. When it finally fit just right, he swung his body out of hiding, launched into the air then began pummeling his opponents with massive fists that stretched as big as a banthas head!

But that only lasted so long, soon enough he was being blasted at, yet his momentum still carried him just swift enough to avoid the blasts. One man, two man, a red man, there's a blue man! Men from all species fell around him, all still attempting to protect a dieing planet.

Not to mention the already dead people.

Nerius may be just an apprentice, but he could sense when things happened. Poodoo was going down topside.

 

[Eryi Mogeko]

[2/20]
Objective: Finding any stragglers and collecting them.
Location: Capitol, Housing District
Allies: The One Sith/Sith Assassins

The broken victim that Eryi made a mess of was dragged behind the first prisoner in line, an example to those behind while preventing him from moving too quickly. It was unlikely any would resist, but she couldn't take chances with scum. "We're here; you'll all finally be rid of me." Eryi smirked, knowing what was in store for the captives. A Sith Knight approached to discuss matters with her, simply organizing the ongoing transport of her cargo. She would be rid of her toys shortly, though not before waving to each of them as they walked past. Whatever they were planning to transport the fools in didn't matter, though plans were formed to send a ship to the housing district, making things a little easier on Eryi.

Like an unwanted pest, she threw the recently acquired muscle scarf at a wall. It was going to take a time to wander back, and she wasn't sure if the same trick could work twice; Eryi found herself in a predicament since she didn't think things through. Wracking her brain over matters lead to several funny things happening along the way, but nobody's interested in funny things happening to her. Instead, she skipped to the part where a terrorist was holding down several civilians, using his blaster rifle to intimidate them. The girl wouldn't have cared on any other day, unfortunately for him. Eryi drew her carving knife once more, slowly creeping up on the villain until she could slam it into his stomach.

"Ooo, that must hurt." Eryi whispered, creepily closing in to the man's left ear before licking it. "If I pull this out, you'll die soon after, so how about you do what I tell you now?" She giggled; "Keep your rifle pointed at them and follow me for a bit, will you?" The man began to shake as pain swelled from his wound, luckily he'd been trained somewhat, bearing with the pain long enough to comply with her orders. Eryi shuffled behind him, as the survivors; confused, tired and frightened simply obeyed the orders Eryi relayed to him. She never directly spoke to them, simply communicating directly into the terrorist's ear. A ship quickly closed in on their position, they at least had some basic methods to prevent the man's stomach from leaking acids everywhere.

Eryi ordered him to halt the prisoners, softly stroking his hands as he shuddered. "You can let that go now, we've become friends; right?" She whispered, pressing her right cheek; still covered in dry blood, to his back. "We'll never see each other again, so I'm just going to enjoy holding you before they get here.." Eryi wrapped her hands around his chest, the ordeal causing him to jump and release his blaster rifle. Immediately the survivors attempted to run, too late to matter as the ship landed; another Sith Knight force gripped the lot of them before drawing them into the ship. Eryi's right hand slithered away from the terrorist's chest, before kicking him into the vessel, suddenly drawing her carving knife from his belly.

As he screamed in pain she stood still; wiping the knife, covered in various fluids, clean on her skirt. Before walking away she waved at the ship's inhabitants, smiling with red eyes as they departed for death. To see millions of people melt at once.. What lucky people were involved in that mission, Eryi envied them.

 

[Vrag]

[8/20]
Objective: Round 'em up
Location: Fresia capital
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Rose Kuhn"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Amelia Moonlight"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bma1fAgEY9Q​

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A few quick orders spoken into her oggzil made sure that none of the surrounding Vong would go in for the kill, pursuing the hapless refugees the Jedi had come to rescue in the first place. From the way her opponent stumbled away from the wall — now tastefully decorated with a few fresh cracks — Vrag could already judge that the fight wouldn't be a long one. A foolish endeavor, really, to seek to rescue lives in the face of such an insurmountable opposition. The fate of the world had been decided, and at this point, it wasn't a question of 'if', but rather of 'when', and that moment was fast approaching.

Without wasting her breath on a response, the Hand found purchase against the harsh surface of the asphalt, the Skerr Ygdris and the muscle clenching in unison as she sprang forth into a swift balestra. Her first slash, from the hips, would aim to bat the blue blade of her opponent to the side, and the subsequent thrust would hopefully permanently remove the potentially annoying obstacle on their way to conquering Fresia.

Not that she could do that much damage — surrounded as she was with enemy forces, the likelihood of her foe's survival grew increasingly lower with each passing second — but allowing a Jedi to run about and do as she please was simply bad form. She liked her threats contained and snuffed out in the bud, even if they seemed insignificant and innocuous at the time.

Better safe than sorry.

 

[Amelia Moonlight]

[4/20]
Objective: survive encounter with Vrag, save refugees
Location: Fresia Capital
Allies: any enemy of Sith
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Vrag"]


While Amelia predicted that she would not receive a satisfactory answer from the enemy, she was nevertheless annoyed that it refused to speak at all, but proceeded on the offensive. This made her that much more convinced that what she was fighting must have been a droid or some other kind of mechanical or mindless being. After all, what else is dead to the Force, refuses to speak, and seems hell-bent on the destruction of whatever it encounters? Unfortunately, that whatever was now Amelia herself, and she quickly focussed her attention to parrying the sideways slash. It was not any originality of her enemy that made her pause, but rather the sheer strength put behind the blow, which was significant enough that the Echani could only save herself from being cut in half by gripping the hilt of her own weapon with both hands and putting all of her weight into countering the enemy's blow.

However, while the first blow was successfully parried, the Jedi had reacted too slowly on the following thrust, and while she did all she could to avoid and mitigate the damage, the crimson blade pierced the metal plate on her left upper arm section and melted it with ease, searing the flesh below in the process. Amelia gave out a cry of pain as her left arm was crippled by intense pain and blindly lashed out with her own blade in the general direction of her attacker. She had learned first-hand that while Durasteel plates may have been able to withstand a couple of stray blaster bolts, no ignited Tibanna gas powered blaster shot possessed the sheer concentrated energy of a lightsaber blade.

 

[Nerius]

[5/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Underground
Allies: One Sith

Laughing maniacally, Nerius pounded his chest, his body having returned to its normal shape and size. All in all, the cavern, its inhabitants, and guards were all unconscious - save for a few. They were ready for the sacrifice; if they were still needed.

Moving slowly, body to body, Nerius made sure that each enemy was dully unconscious, then began slowly dragging them all one at a time towards the access tunnel he had entered. Leaving them in a pile, he would move back to the next. Arms, heads, ankles, any body part close to Nerius while he moved was grabbed as a dragging point.

Finally when they were all moved, the Pink Monster moved back up the shaft, this time removing the claymores that had been left behind prior to his entrance. Climbing free, into the open air, he moved to a nearby home and broadcast on all frequencies the body locations and current predicaments for any allies to come and pick up.

 

[Eryi Mogeko]

[3/20]
Objective: Finding any stragglers and collecting them.
Location: Capitol, Housing District
Allies: The One Sith/Sith Assassins


It was almost time to wrap up and regroup, Eryi had spent hours in this zone and couldn't find any more live ones. She rounded up one hundred and thirty-eight survivors, handing them over to Sith vessels for disposal, or whatever else they may have in mind. The sound of footsteps slowly shuffled towards Eryi, the girl slowly turned to face the new arrival. Surprisingly it was a small child, covered in cuts; wearing the remains of a torn dress. She was small, seemingly twelve in appearance. The two stood there, amidst wreckage, silently staring at one another. Eryi's eyes were drawn to a shimmer of light, the girl held two knives; both were covered in blood. Her young eyes looked at Eryi's before she rushed in, attempting to stab the Torturer.

Something stayed Eryi's hand as the girl stabbed her right thigh, looking up with a face that barely expressed anything. "Why aren't you running away like everyone else?" Eryi heard this mumbling as the young girl wrapped her arms around the torturer's waist; expressing a dismissive attitude in turn, she elbowed the girl's head. These actions taken; to no avail, as the small girl continued to tightly grip Eryi. "Since when do little girls survive on their own, under these conditions..." Something about the pain in her thigh, maybe that was forcing this process to drag on. "Something about you, girl.. Who are you?" Eryi asked, pushing the child's head up to face her. The red irises of her supposed victim, the lack of tears, her cold stare as blood dripped from the point Eryi elbowed.

Maybe for the first time in her life, she couldn't inflict pain to a victim. The ships that were waiting around for survivors had already left, transporting them for various purposes, all except for this child. "My father tried to blow us all up.. But I couldn't let him kill mum; she couldn't look at me after.. So I..." The girl nuzzled her face into Eryi's abdomen again, it felt quite nostalgic. The girl placed a hand on the child's back and one in her hair. "I'll look at you, come with me and I'll.. Take care of you, yeah?" Although Eryi asked, there was no answer, the girl had fallen unconscious. Something sinister, clawing at the edges of the child's mind, desperate to get out; spoke to the girl's emotions. Eryi's thigh trickled a small amount of blood, the wound made it increasingly difficult to stand, but she picked up the child and carried her back to the Allucaneat Wookie regardless.

Medical attention would be required, for herself, likely for the child too. They weren't far from such facilities as things were; after limping back to her vessel Eryi would get them both seen to, before heading home.

 

[Nerius]

[6/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Underground
Allies: One Sith

https://youtu.be/e8-sMJZTYf0

Having finished his mission to allocate the underground sect, Nerius now followed the Force's pull. Soon enough he stood before a massive hole which held numerous thousands of people; men, women, and children, all slowly melting into a thick red substance.

Having difficulty seeing over the shoulders of the Alchemists that were performing the ritual, he stretched his torso and abdomen until he was as tall as a small tree. Wobbling slightly, back and forth with the wind, he stared down into the hole, a maniacal grin spread across his face.

This was what the One Sith was about. These rituals would leave their marks across the galaxies when one day they possessed it all.

 

[???]

Objective: gathering data
Location: 1 to 3
Allies:?
Enemies: ?

Two probes on each of the three locations would continue to hover in and out of the bloody wake of the Sith dominion. All the while, the data kept streaming in. Images of the Sith involved would be recorded. One could not spend too much time out here in Fresia, but there was a need for the information gathering.


Who were the leaders? The commanders? There had to be some kind of tell. Were there any Yuuzhan Vong used? What kind? Were they the typical sort that the Republic and the rest of the galaxy had seen before? Or were there completely new shaped beings? All of this was important, and the more information that could be gleaned from the devastation that would wreck Fresia today the better.

The probes would continue to make their way, recording as much as they could. It would be a lengthy stream of data that would take several weeks to go over, no doubt.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Ground Zero
Objective: Protect the Basin
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Venefica"], Techno Union? [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="???"]
5/20

Valdra just floated there, high in the air, like a butterfly covered in blood; it was majestic really. He looked at the pure blood below, waiting for the others to get on with it. Geez this was boring, completely and utterly..., "Now what do we have here?" It was at this moment Valdra learned he was no longer alone as he saw a few metallic things race by. It would seem someone was using spies for something and did not account for a Sith hovering in the air. Who would really, Sith don't fly, that is a fairy thing. Wind shapers didn't get this memo though.

He watched them move, there seemed to be a method to the madness, until one came in range of him. He quickly grabbed it with the Force to bring it to himself. He had never seen this tech before, though tech was never really his thing. He moved it around, wondering if there was a camera. "Hello? Anybody there?" He shoke the probe a few times listening to it like a kid shaking a present. He then began to heat it up until it was on fire, "Well it isn't heat proof." He tossed it away and decided someone was causing problems and he would find them. It was better then watch the giant pool. His body slowly descended to the ground where his feet lightly stepped one after the other. He began to walk away from the basin using his acute senses to pick up anything irregular.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post: 5/20]​

Objective: More practice
Location: Fresia Capital (near warehouse)
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: The idiots in front of her
Theme: More fun

She was tired but her desire to wreak more havoc had not been sated. So she carried on regardless.

The opportunity came when she happened upon two thieves looting an electronic store that had clearly been damaged during the Invasion. Stealing under your own merits was acceptable to Maja – but these wee no more than parasites – leeching off the One Sith.

They were not worthy and represented no value – so they had to die.

The first lasted a matter of seconds – a blade to the abdomen skewered him neatly and she slid off the blade as she removed it to crumple in a heap on the floor.

She toyed with the next one. He had no weapon once she’d relieved him of his blaster yet he refused to cow down. He rushed her and so she stepped forward and snapped her foot straight up, catching him under the chin. He staggered back howling in pain while a string of unintelligible profanities spewed from his mouth, along with a spatter of blood.

He spat a gob of blood onto her expensive boots and rushed forward once more. She felt a small twinge of disappointment, he was no real challenge and she decided to end this quickly. As he drew near, she responded not with physical violence, but rather with a powerful spell of Sith sorcery that attacked his mind.

From ancient texts she had learned to twist and torment the thoughts of her enemies. She could make them see nightmares as reality; she could cause their deepest fears to manifest as demons of the psyche. She could, and had, ripped the minds of her enemies apart with a simple thought and a gesture.

But now, however, she did not intend to destroy him completely. Instead she enveloped him in a cloud of utter despair and hopelessness. She reached into the innermost recesses of his mind and wrapped it in the nothingness of the void.

His eyes went blank, his jaw hung slack, and a hidden knife slipped from nerveless fingers. He slowly slumped to the ground, his eyes closing and his body trembling slightly as he curled up into a foetal position.

Slowly his weak mind began to collapse upon itself to wither and die, leaving him forever comatose. She felt the tiredness of her exertions overwhelm her and she nodded to the troopers. “Back to the ship,” she said, “Our work here is done.”