One Day I Wish to Have This Kind of Time [Sith Triumvirate Dominion of Chalacta]

[Cameron Centurion]

Crisis 2
Location: Temple of Illumination Perimeter
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Kira Corsai"]
Forces: Perimeter Forces and Air Support
[9/20]

The young Sith Acolyte's approach was indeed a conundrum to the Troopers maintaining fixed positions around the perimeter of the Temple. It would seem that Ameli's arrival had coincided with the attempted exodus of a number of Chalactan Adepts aiming to escape the grips of Triumvirate forces inside the Temple of Illumination. Helmet communicators began erupting in a flurry of radio traffic as forces that had been assigned to specifically watch for any trying to escape moved into position to take custody of the adepts.

At the same time, those assigned to maintain a defensive posture balanced between needing to support their comrades and holding down their respective sectors. "Sergeant! You need to see this..."

A Sergeant walked up to one of the snipers that had managed to zero in on the rapidly approaching figure. "Lightsabers." You see, Ameli didn't much look like anything other than a force user. They'd received no word of any inbound Triumvirate forces, and the random speeder bike certainly did not carry a Triumvirate transponder. Further more...white? Didn't really mean much, but it was better to be safe than sorry in this instance. "Disable the vehicle."

"You got it Sarge." The sniper hadn't lifted his head from the scope of his weapon. Following a few cues from the spotter to his right, the soldier fired two successive shots straight into the body of the rapidly approaching speeder.

As the engagement was prosecuted, the Sergeant relayed the information up the chain. "Sir, unknown in quadrant 3. Mobile. Engaged to disable."

A pause.

"Copy Sarge. I'll run it up to the Captain. In the meantime, I'm vectoring in Guardian for the pick-up."

In less than a handful of seconds, one of the assault shuttles circling high overhead flared down into a low approach between Ameli and the Triumvirate forces at the Temple. As its repulsors worked to keep the large vessel airborne, the entire area around it became almost impossible to traverse via speeder or on foot as the wash from the downward thrust intensified. Once the vessel had touched down, a contingent of four armed crew members exited to attempt the retrieval of the unknown individual.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Hauum. No. I believe your last instructor in the Dark Side had... ulterior motives."

The Triumvirate were not so estranged by power that they did not converse, especially upon such matters as those at hand.

"Whatever the case, you've been misinformed." He eyed her typing fingers curiously. "You certainly have a choice with the Dark Side. You think I do not know that it is corrupting? You think I do not know that I've damned my soul to the Nether? It is a choice I made so that I might have the power to accomplish wonders, for the progress of civilization."

He folded his flippers behind his back.

"I've died before. Does that surprise you?"

A toothy smile appeared.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Ashmedai"]
Post: 4

There was a certain seriousness that took over when she spoke to Fela, something that didn't exist when she was wearing the civilian life. That was how she had to view it, how she had to compartmentalize her life so that her work as a spy and industrialist never bled into her Sith pursuits. Of course it did eventually, but some habits are hard to break and now that she had decided to dig past the news reports and indulge her boredom, Kira the business woman was set aside while the Sith Lord took over.

The coms chimed about the time she had finished changing her clothes to an ensemble more suitable to getting into trouble. The bathing suit was swapped out for black pants and tunic, a wide lavender sash at her waist under a grey narrower one and a black belt where two saber hilts hung. She pulled on a worn cloak with one hand as she answered.

"Go ahead."

::Full brief incoming. The short of it is that this morning, the Prime Minister met with Darth Adekos. While the details of what was discussed have not been disclosed publicly, the Adepts of Chalacta at the Temple of Illumination took exception to this meeting and have taken the PM hostage. They are barricaded in at the temple, and at the moment, there is a strike force consisting of Sith Triumvirate personnel leading efforts to free him.::

She looked over the brief details on her tablet as Fela spoke, her eyes strafing the lines of text. There was a set to her jawline at the mention of the Triumvirate. Carach. So used to suppressing her signature, her presence, and her mind when she was not in armor that she had not sensed him nearby, nor had she even thought to look.

She was being stubborn; it wasn't as if she didn't care for him, in fact it was quite the opposite. She cared very deeply for him and that was a huge problem for her. She swore to herself she would never let another get close to her and yet she seemed to completely abandon her own boundaries when near him. She showed him her home, the place she retreated to when she wished to take off the masks and the armor and simply be.

And then the One Sith fell apart and between battles, betrayals, and business deals, they had not crossed paths again until the Imperium waded into the conflict between the fledging Triumvirate and the crumbling Techno Union. They were supposed to talk about what the Triumvirate could offer the Imperium. A talk they still had not had.

Now that she was thinking of him, she could feel him distantly around, perhaps somewhere else, or in orbit and she forced herself to focus back on the task at hand.

"Radio the head of the Triumvirate forces at the Temple, identify us as friendlies and give our position. Offer assistance in whatever manner we can provide. You, Raven, Robin, suit up."

:o you require your armor, my Lord?::

The suit of armorweave and plates was crated on her ship, and not something she felt she would need up in the high rise suite for a business meeting. She hesitated a moment, thinking of the consequences.

"No, I don't need it. Get to your orders and see if you can get any more information while you're at it."

::Yes sir.::

The line went quiet and Sinistra walked to the windows and peered out at the city below, waiting for something she could not name.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Chalactan Orbit
Post 10/20
[member="Sinistra"]

Sinistra's personnel would quickly realize that the forces physically present at the Temple of Illumination were not operating on any of the pre-established Triumvirate Strategic Coordination frequencies. This would indicate that the elements working at the Temple of Illumination were all part of a single unit with a rather specific purpose. However, inquiry to overall Triumvirate command for the current operation in the Chalacta System would eventually lead Sinistra's people to a Commodore Antony Stevens.

Rather, it would lead them to the general communication frequency for his vessel. The junior officer received the message rather quickly turned to the Captain. "Sir. We just received an encoded message...there does not appear to be a unit designation, but they claim to be associated with the Triumvirate and willing to assist with the operation at the Temple."

The Captain arched a curious brow. "Has Checkmate made any recent requests for additional forces?"

"No sir. Last update we received mentioned an approaching unknown to the perimeter. Other than that, we've heard nothing from Checkmate Actual or Lord Ashmedai since they inserted."

The Captain nodded his head slightly. "Push out a request for status update. Reply to...whomever was the sender of this communique and indicate that without further verification of their identity, no have no information of any operation at the Temple of Illumination for them."

"I will have the message dispatched immediately sir."

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Objective: Crisis #1 > #2 Find a new way to be useful
Location: Chalacta, on her way towards the Temple of Illumination
Company: [member="Ashmedai"] [member="Sinistra"]
Posts: 4/20

Ameli sensed no danger. She was not aware she was being fired upon until it happened. The soldier was accurate and had taken his shot well. The speeder stopped responding to normal functions. It had effectively been taken out of action at a high speed. Feet, hands, all working to try to regain control over the vehicle and get it moving in the way she wanted. No success.

The bike turned back and forwards, thankfully slowing down, before finally its tip dropped into the ground and sent its rider flying forwards. She landed far away from the bike. A credit to her training or perhaps only thanks to the panicked reaction of a Force sensitive, the Force had cushioned her fall. It wasn't much to brag about, the blonde still more or less face-planted into the ground, her back arching and legs twisting over her before she rolled around on the ground. Her white clothes were no longer so white. Her hair was a mess, her face was painted with sand, dirt and a touch of blood. The jacket seemed like the only thing that had come through the fall unscathed. Her pants got ripped along the knees, shins and parts of her thighs, with signs of burnt and near-shredded skin underneath. She wasn't dead and nothing was broken. Thanks for the Force all her wounds were superficial. The wounds to her pride however, those ran deep.

The girl soon found herself on her feet. Her legs were still shaking from the entire ordeal. There was a wild look about her eyes. The sorry state of her hair did little to downplay the image. She was furious. Ameli practically ripped the lightsaber hilt from her belt, immediately igniting it with that familiar snap-hiss sound. The colour was orange. Not quite red. If only she could've been traditional. But looks were deceiving. What she hoped to do with that lightsaber against an assault shuttle circling in on her location was anyone's guess. But safe to say she was less than pleased and far from calm.

She put her hands up to protect herself as the wash from the downward thrust nearly threatened to rip her off the ground and toss her backwards. When it landed she went back to simply being a madwoman "Alright!" she growled in a guttural half-scream when the four armed crew members disembarked from the vessel. "Which one of you fired that shot? I don't give a flying kark if you serve Adekos, Carach or that karking whale, I will tear you apart!" Kark titles, kark proper form. The girl was livid. Probably not the smartest thing to do if she hoped to diffuse the situation, but neither was Ameli in the mood to be a smart girl right now.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Ashmedai"]
Post: 5

"Fething hells, Fela, just gimme the damn comsline."

Apparently whatever Fela, codename Cardinal, had relayed to the Triumvirate command was not enough to gain a shred of information. She broadcast in herself this time.

"This is Lord Sinistra, an associate of Darth Carach." Kark, she hated name dropping. "My team and I were dispatched here for a clandestine operation which has been aborted due to the current state of lockdown in the city. Protocol dictates that I contact local command and identify myself to receive orders to assist where appropriate. My team and I are already embedded in the city, you might as well use us."

She clicked it off and waited for a response meanwhile Aurek, codename Robin ascended to the roof of the resort to set up a scope. Sinistra wasn't going to take the news at full trust and she wanted eyes on the temple.

::We've got sniper teams on roofs around the city.:: Aurek looked up from the long range telescope in front of him just as one of the teams took out a speeder bike headed towards the temple. ::Can you get Dawg to crack their coms?::

"No. We are supporting them, not subverting them. The bottom line is that they let me help or answer to someone higher up the food chain after I help anyway. But I'm not going to break their encrypted coms just to thumb my nose at them. Besides, Dawson is working on something else."

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Temple of Illumination Exterior
[member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Sinistra"]
Post 11/20

The soldiers that had dismounted from the vessel kept weapons leveled at Ameli throughout her little display, they still had no idea who she actually was. Inside the vessel the flight crew relayed what they were hearing through the communication receivers built into the helmets of their crew back to the Triumvirate Trooper that had vectored them in. "All I can tell you is...it's a female. Also...she's pissed."

The Lieutenant was silent for several moments on the other line. "I'm sending a speeder to escort her here. When they arrive, you can resume patrol."

The silence on the ground was eventually broken by the security team leader standing in front of Ameli. The electronic sound of his voice coming through his helmet made him indistinguishable from everyone else supporting the operation. "You're encroaching on a restricted zone without clearance. Someone is being sent to collect you...stay where you are." Though the demands in his voice sounded strong, they were all painful aware of the types of weapons the woman carried. Given her obvious rage, most of them surmised that she was not, in fact, a Jedi. However, they continued to operate under the assumption that she was a potential hostile.

Within twenty seconds, a speeder had rocketed across the expanse and three Triumvirate Troopers stepped out. One of them stepped directly beside the security team leader and held up a device. Quickly, he began thumbing through images until he arrived at the appropriate one. "Ma'am," the Trooper stated clearly to Ameli, "Apologies...we received no word of your impending arrival and you were not transmitting an identification code. Please, come with us and we'll take you to speak with Lord Ashmedai." Acolyte or not...the Sith of the Triumvirate were treated with an elevated level of respect for the power they commanded and authority they either did or would one day wield.

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Location: Chalactan Orbit

"Captain?"

The Captain glanced up from the tactical display of [member="Darth Orcus"]' progress against the orbital pirate threat. They'd made several sensor scans and ordered a number of reconnaissance flights over the suspected pirate base...rather close to the Temple of Illumination. The scoundrels had, of course, elected to remain largely quiet during the ongoing rescue operation. No doubt they were hardening defenses for the inevitable shift of attention. The Captain wasn't sure what unit had been tasked with that particular objective, but he knew what Lord Ashmedai would say the instant he found out it hadn't been addressed. "Yes, Lieutenant?"

"We received another communique from the same frequency source."

"Oh? Well...let's hear it then."

The Lieutenant played the recording and remained perfectly still.

Once the recording had finished, the Captain laughed warmly. "Lieutenant...one day you will have the burden of command. With some Sith, there is often no telling what is truth or not." Rest assured, the invoking of Carach's name did nothing to phase the Captain. There were several layers of authority between him and any one of the Triumvirs. In fact, even he was not sure how detached from the Triumvirs Lord Ashmedai was...and Lord Ashmedai was at least three layers of authority above him. "Give me a moment, Lieutenant."

Stepping off to the side, the Captain opened a holocom link with the Commodore and Admiral. "Gentlemen... I apologize for disturbing you from Chalacta. Are you aware of a Lord Sinistra...supposedly some sort of agent for Carach?"

There was silence for several moments before the Admiral responded. "We don't have visibility on who the henchmen are for the Triumvirs, Captain. I will say that the name does not ring any immediate bells. Is Lord Ashmedai in system still?"

The Captain offered a knowing nod. "Yes sir, but I deemed it better to exhaust all of my own resources first..."

The Admiral and Commodore returned the nod. "Good luck, Captain."

As the connection went dead, the Captain returned to the young Lieutenant. "Lord Sinistra...as neither your identity nor your mission can be immediately confirmed, I have to request that you standby and await contact from Darth Ashmedai. He is currently otherwise engaged." The revelation was purposeful. The Captain had followed protocol while...also innocently letting slip who was potentially supervising the operation at the Temple of Illumination. If the person wasn't who they claimed to be, he was quite certain the man could sort it out.

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Location: Temple of Illumination Interior->Exterior

As Cameron rounded a corner, he noticed a large amount of light spilling into the corridor from a room at the end of the hall. The closer he approached to the source of the light, the more audible a series of voices became. From the tone and inflection of the conversation, the Sith Lord could tell that the room's occupants were somewhat panicked.

Smirking, he allowed the tip of his weapon to drag loudly against the wall leading up to the room. The metallic shrieking was accompanied by various sounds of sparking as the alchemical tip interacted with the durasteel walls in this area of the Temple. Any conversation that had been happening ground to an abrupt halt. In a matter of seconds, the Sith Lord rounded the corner into the room.

The smirk lingered on his features as his silver-green eyes gazed at the participants. He rather quickly surmised that...the Prime Minister was not here. Further more, he knew that the Prime Minister had not been located in any of the Temple's other areas. Placing his Sith Sword's tip into the ground directly in front of him, Cameron rested the palms of both his hands on top of the hilt. "Well. Now we have a problem. I will make you all a deal, however. The first person to clue me in to the location of the Prime Minister...gets to go free."

The eldest looking of the bunch stepped forward with all the confidence and authority of devout believer of the way of the Chalactan Adepts. A leader.

Well that was stupid. Before the man could even open his mouth, the Sith Lord blurred into action. The savagery of his attack was so brutally sudden that none of them really had much a chance to mount a feasible defense. In less than five seconds, only the leader was left standing and blood and intestine parts coated not only Cameron's weapon but the sleeves of his overcoat. Raising a free hand, the Sith Lord forced the full weight of his presence into the Chalactan Adept's mind. Painfully, Ashmedai ripped apart the layers of the man's memory until he discovered that which he needed.

When he was done, the Sith Lord left the man a drooling mess on the floor and departed the room. Raising a communicator to his lips, he contacted the Company Commander he had deployed with. "Captain. We're done here. Get all living entities in this Temple processed for immediate transport back to the fleet. The holding cells should be prepared."

"As you command, Mi'lord. Also...a woman attempted to break through the restricted zone. She's carrying lightsabers and has a temper."

"So you have a female force user in custody," Cameron simplified.

"Command also forwarded a message from a Lord Sinistra...stated she's on some covert mission for Darth Carach."

"And?"

"I guess she's asking to help."

"I'll deal with it, thank you Captain." Terminating the connection, Cameron exited the Temple through a hole that he blasted into the side, rather than take the long walk to the main entrance. Startled soldiers on the perimeter immediately swung weapons in his direction, and Cameron merely raised his bloody hands with a smile. "I come in peace gentleme---" The Sith Lord's silver-green gaze immediately tracked to the woman standing among them. As his eyes quickly swept her body, Cameron quickly came to the conclusion this was of whom the Captain had spoken.

Casually, Cameron lowered his hands and clasped them behind his back, pulling the fabric of his overcoat back enough to further expose the blood splatter that now joined the Sith Tattoos adorning his upper body. "You're the infiltrator then?" The Sith Lord gave shallow nod of interest and approval before stepping away towards the nearest communication officer. "Patch me in to this...Lord Sinistra's communication channel."

"Channel is open, Lord Ashmedai."

Cameron gave the trooper no immediate response, electing merely to dispatch his message. "I don't know who this is, and I don't frankly care. If you want to assist, come to the Temple of Illumination with due haste. We depart for another location in ten." Ashmedai had known Carach for some time now, so the man's methods did not actually surprise him. Still...people claiming to be on covert missions and wanting to help were vexing to the Sith Lord. He'd been an assassin and covert operative in his...very distant past. He'd just as soon watch others fall to their deaths before reveal his identity. Then again, he was quite selfish in his youth.

Shifting his attention back to Ameli, Cameron managed a roguish grin...that actually meant nothing. "You can come too, eyebrows." Ashmedai didn't need to know her actual name, 'eyebrows' was a done deal. His vibrant gaze lingered longer than it normally did, the only real conveyance of his mild-mannered interest.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Ashmedai"]
Post: 6

"Get to the ship, we're off in 2."

The door of her suite slamming was all the punctuation she needed to give Aurek, who promptly jumped from the rooftop, landing on the pavement below and ducking into the open hangar doors of the resort.

She took the stairs. Well, the stairwell at least as Sinistra jumped down the center of the open well until she landed with a echoing boom at the bottom.

Aurek was running up the ramp of her courier class ship ahead of her as she was inserting a small coms device into her ear. Fela was at the helm and the bird was lifting off the decking when Sinistra turned and watched the world whisk by from the opening. There was no need to close it up and get settled; they weren't going to be on the ship that long.

The wind pulled at her cloak, whipping it around her legs along with her silver streaked chocolate locks.

::I've got the Temple, relaying orders and broadcasting our ID.::

"Bring us to hover over building just behind the entrance, I don't want to wipe everyone out with our engine wash. Robin take the helm. Cardinal and Raven on me."

They moved wordlessly complying with her orders, black clad in armorweave tactical suits with features covered to mask their identities. Their sabers remained clipped to their belts but the women followed Sinistra as she jumped from the ramp, to the roof, to the street, with 3 minutes to spare.

There were troopers with blasters drawn, and a rather taciturn looking blond woman, and a tall man with green eyes. She had an inkling that the blood spattered and annoyed green-eyed man was most likely the one that had been short with her but she simply let her face be impassive as she identified herself. It wasn't an introduction. Those are pleasant, and this was a situation where emotions were already running over.

"Lord Sinistra, reporting as requested."

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Objective: Crisis #1 > #2 Find a new way to be useful
Location: Chalacta, on her way towards the Temple of Illumination
Company: [member="Ashmedai"] [member="Sinistra"]
Posts: 5/20 (Actually, with the new dominion rules in place, does the post limit go above 20?)

Their weapons were pointed her way. Her saber was floating through the air, making suggestive twists and twirls suggesting she was really tempted to bring it their way. It wasn't really far from the truth. They were at a little stand-off. Although she had a lightsaber, she wasn't too keen to be shot at from multiple angles. Her strength lay elsewhere. All I can tell you is... it's female. Also... She's pissed. Damn karking straight, she thought to herself!

She was about to start on another tirade when one of them broke the silence. When he stepped forward, she turned to face him, knees bending slightly as she dropped into a ready position. But it soon became clear that he didn't intent to move in for an attack, and so she eased up a little. Even so, she hadn't completely shaken off the thought that he might try to distract her while another took a shot.

"Without clearance? Without clearance?!" The blonde had far from calmed down. Someone was being sent to collect her, like some crate of weapons. But suppose there were worse fates. Reporting to any other of the Sith working in the area might become troublesome if she'd just slaughtered a few of their troops... She was calm, in the sense that she did not seem eager to attack them. That being said, labelling her as potentially hostile was highly appropriate.

It didn't take long before another vehicle came within view, and soon enough it stopped before the group. She looked between the guard who had addressed her and the man holding up the device with a wild look about her. The trooper's tone was different and it seemed as if they had managed to identify her. Being called 'Ma'am was so much more preferable to being shot at. "I have an identification code?" Oh kark, did I say that out loud? She hadn't realised. Hopefully her voice had been too low for him to pick up on it. Clearly, this was one of those things she really ought to have paid attention to, but in the end didn't.

"Yes..." Her lightsaber deactivated and found its place back on her belt. "Yes, I think I will." she agreed, nodding, as if she really had much of a choice in the matter. They might as well bring her in for a scolding as transport her to his command. Either way, she would meet with this Ashmedai, convinced that she would either help him with any trouble, or talk her way out of the one she was already in. Before stepping onto the vehicle she gave the soldier who first had addressed her a mean glance. She still wanted to know who had first shot her.

The journey was a short one. Ameli arrived with her escort at the Temple of Illumination finally. The journey there had been a touch more turbulent than first expected. But at the very least she had to admit it was more entertaining than a balancing lightsaber hilt on her finger tip behind Carach's back. The sudden explosion as a wall of the temple got blown out startled her, and she immediately reached for her weapon. The hilt never left her belt however, she merely observed the man step out. Hot damn. What a way to make an entrance.

Her body eased up and she stood more straight. Though she still felt the tension in her, especially as the burning gaze of Cameron's distinct silver green eyes planted themselves on her. She reminded herself to breathe as they quickly swept over her. She had hoped to appear more presentable when she met with whoever was in charge of the temple. Now her outfit was a mess of dirt and torn open various locations. Oh well. It would have to do. It was his soldiers' fault.

Her hand left the weapon at her hip and she folded her arms beneath her chest. She tried her best to seem unimpressed and not intimidated. "I wasn't trying to infiltrate nothing" she said in brief protest. "But yes" she quickly added when he turned away. She knew what he meant, and yes, she had been 'detained' for those very reasons. The blonde girl was still getting used to having to follow protocol and not simply do as she pleased.

Ameli figured her role here would be whatever he had in mind for her. This man was clearly the commander. So when he walked away, she followed in step behind him. Arms dropped to either side, and she waited patiently for him to deal with his little comm call. Her eyes slowly traced his form, from muscular appearance, to the tattoos and blood. Assuming he wasn't looking, she took her time. Apparently they were to depart from the temple soon. Would she come with them? The answer came in the next moment when he addressed her. Eyebrows. The girl grinned. She seemed to approve of the nickname. Her distinct eyebrows were a feature of hers that she was particularly happy with, and so she read it as a compliment.

"Beautiful. Where we going?"

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Temple of Illumination Exterior->Jordir Commercial District
[member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Sinistra"]
Post 12/37

Cameron mostly ignored the initial protests of Ameli. Once he'd finished his very brief transmission to Sinistra, the Sith Lord returned his attention to the petite young Acolyte. Though he'd heard Ameli's question, the Sith Lord's attention momentarily diverted to the effort of the Trooper's to remove and secure the captured adepts while maintaining their defensive perimeter. The shuttles that had been orbiting overhead landed in an alternating sequence to secure the captured adepts as quickly as possible and transport them back to the fleet. During that time, the Captain and his men would undoubtedly remain on the ground, collecting whatever other intel they were able to.

Returning his attention to Ameli, Ashmedai responded dispassionately. "They moved the Prime Minister to a facility in the commercial district of Jordir. The Adepts were merely pawns in this operation, it would seem." The Sith Lord rolled his eyes slightly. "A criminal element is pulling the strings here." No doubt in an attempt to stop the swell of justice and authority that the Sith Triumvirate represented to their formerly blissful slice of chaotic, lawless space.

Within the next few moments, the individual that Cameron presumed was Lord Sinistra arrived. This was confirmed by the woman's greeting. "Excellent. Let's go." Swiftly, the large Sith began stalking off towards one of the transports that he'd had detached for their purposes. Once they were aboard, he gave them all a brief run down on the operation. "The Chalactan Adepts were contracted by a third party to secure the Prime Minister. I'm quite certain said third party made them think they supported the belief of the Adepts. He's being held in a warehouse facility inside the commercial district. It's utilized by a corporation that makes bathing products, of all things. Two natural points of entry which we won't bother using. Not a lot of information to go on just yet, but a high-altitude recon overflight is underway."

Pausing for a moment, the Sith Lord produced a datapad that he would use to sync the images downloaded to the tactical server by the recon flight. "Oh. Adekos is in that area of the city, so at the very least our presence in the area is not unusual. Ordinarily I would prefer a bit more information to go on before executing the operation, but I'm fairly confident the Prime Minister will be relocated or killed should we give too much indication of this recently acquired information. It's just going to be the three of us on this one." Truth be told, it was still a very high possibility no matter what they did.

Silver-green eyes briefly diverted down to the datapad, noting images were still being downloaded. Glancing back up to the two women, the Sith Lord maintained an even expression. "Questions?"

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: Save the Prime Minister
Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Ashmedai"]
Post: 7

Sinistra and her pair of black clad agents fell in line and followed the one who seemed to be in charge. Another transport waited and the trio of women took their places along with the blonde and the man. En route to where the dignitary in question was being held, she was given a little more information, but it seemed they didn't know much more. A criminal element surprised her. This was unlike a cartel; they paid politicians or killed them. The kidnapping must have been the idea of the Adepts. Either someone screwed up or someone green was in charge.

She furrowed her brow.

"Five of us. My agents can seal off the two known egress routes, however I'm curious as to how you think we should breach the building since we run the risk of them killing the Prime Minister if we cannot get to him in time."

It was a valid question. The high elevation pass would point out where the heat signatures were in the building however, if the factory was running, they may have several potential locations on the feed to have to cover in a short window of time. The feed also would not help with the floor plans and knowing how to navigate what could be a maze of clean rooms and catwalks.

"Do we have a recent layout of the premises to base our raid on?"

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Objective: Crisis #1 > #2 Find a new way to be useful
Location: Chalacta, on her way towards the Temple of Illumination
Company: [member="Ashmedai"] [member="Sinistra"]
Posts: 6/37

Ameli listened to Ashmedai relaying the nature of their mission and their priorities. Right about now she wished she'd started paying attention a little sooner, like right before shipping off to this planet. Why were they here again? Were they gonna save the Prime Minister? Were they supposed to kill him? She couldn't recall. Hopefully by tagging along she could follow his lead.

Ameli took note of the other woman arriving with her entourage. She introduced herself as Lord Sinistra. Ameli simply nodded, but said nothing - that's how these things went, right? Suddenly she found herself in the company of those who might not be too patient with her shenanigans or her slacking off. She wondered if they ran a tight ship discipline-wise. Though she was a part of the Triumvirate, she had never truly sat herself into their ranks, way of operating, etc etc. She simply floated through on her privilege and was happy to do so.

The blonde followed to two onto the ship. They both outranked her, that much she knew, so she let them do the talking. They could figure out the strategy, she could handle the pew pew. Or whatever else she was assigned to handle. Momentarily distracted, she was brought back by a pair of silver-green eyes seemingly piercing her soul. Questions? Uh oh. Her mouth dropped open as if to say something, but no sound came. She didn't really have any questions, he had laid it all out nicely. Yet she felt like she was supposed to ask a question... In the end, she shook her head slowly.

Oh! Now she thought of something to say. "Just tell me what to do, boss" Yeah. Nice and soldier-y.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Jordir, Chalacta
[member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Sinistra"]
Post 13/37

The Sith Lord didn't really say much about Sinistra's volunteering of her two subordinates. In truth, he'd paid them little mind boarding the shuttle. It wasn't a perfect situation, no, but then his facial expression didn't really convey whether or not he cared if the Prime Minister lived or died. If they rescued the man, awesome, it was a public relations win for the Triumvirate. If the man perished, however, his death would undoubtedly bring with it a fervor to combat the elements involved in his abduction and subsequent death. The Triumvirate would be thanked for their efforts. Sure, there would be pockets that claimed the presence of the Triumvirate endangered the Prime Minister in the first place, but they would probably be silenced, labeled as criminal enterprise sympathizers. Did the ends justify the means?

Darth Ashmedai was content with either outcome. The thought brought a thin smile of mischief to his features right around the time Ameli made her kiss-ass remark that Cameron...hadn't heard even though he was looking directly at her. Sinistra he'd heard though - must have been something about useful input. "We do not. I'm not terribly concerned." Should he have been? Yes. If he actualyl cared about the Prime Minister's life.

The images from the recon flight finished downloading shortly after the Sith Lord's comment. Silently, Cameron perused the images, happy that the pilots had the presence of mind to take them through traditional and infrared systems. "Hmm..." Spinning the datapad around for the others to see, Cameron gave the assignments. "Eyebrows, insert to the southwest corner. From the heat blooms, I would surmise it's likely some type of office or lounge where a number of individuals are...congregating." What was the other woman's name again? Ugh, nevermind right now. Cameron merely shifted his vibrant gaze in Sinistra's direction. "This bloom here near the northwest corner I think is going to be our best bet for locating the Prime Minister. We may not know the layout, but I presume that he's segregated from most with perhaps a couple guards...leading me to believe this is him right here. The six heat blooms in this corridor are likely a mixture of roving and static sentries. Think you can handle them?"

"Two minutes to target area, standby."

The Sith Lord ignored the announcement from the flight crew.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Something Completely Different
Location: Jordir, Commercial District
Company: Metanecron, Assorted Underworld Crooks

Posts: [05/20]

The minutes crept by slowly, painfully. Adekos had taken to drumming his fingers along the table impatiently. Maybe someone had misplaced one of the lots. Whatever the case was, Darth Adekos did not intend to be kept waiting much longer. He waved one of the attendants over (he could tell who was an attendant thanks to the collars around their necks- something he would have to deal with, violently, at a later time) and pressed a credit chip into their hands. Worth approximately five thousand. "Go tell whoever's in charge here to get things moving." The attendant, some blue-skinned Twi'lek floozy, nodded several times, but there was an absence of understanding in her eyes.

She scurried off before Adekos could actually inquire if she actually understood him. Not that it mattered. As long as this auction was carried out quickly. Part of him wanted to leave the Metanecron here to handle it themselves, but he wanted to make sure this was done properly. Besides, it didn't seem like a good idea to give mindless cyborg soldiers a blank check. He suspected their limited cognitive abilities, outside of combat, would impede their judgement. Frankly, Adekos fully intended to seize the items by force if the bidding on any of them exceeded five hundred thousand credits.

 

[Lassiter]

Objective: Can’t really remember anymore.
People: Alone.
Post 2

The two of them ventured down the road with an odd sense of calm. It was as if a whole stampede could try to storm over them and even still they would continue walking towards the man’s apartment. Outside the warmth was still glaring, inside the bar there were more than the one head turned. A man had stepped inside and immediately left with a woman who considered herself a ten-out-of-ten. Her head was on his shoulder, hands wrapped around her forearm like a happy girlfriend clinging perhaps a little too tight to an apathetic partner. It was all in the act, the item she wanted to manipulate the crowds into thinking that they were. On her lips there was a devious smirk, on the man’s face there was nothing. Not a single emotion. By all regards he looked like a soldier having a bad flashback, and to tell the truth that wasn’t as far from reality as some would try to make of it.

Because the reality was that the woman had injected herself in the man’s mind to destruct what had once been the number one illegal arms dealer in this particular part of Chalacta. His crew held a firm grip on the babymakers of not just the polticians but just about every other authority there was. He supplied pirates, thugs and stim pushers alike, but once the sun had set that would all be in the past. A past that he wouldn’t remember, if her magic worked the way it was supposed to. Right now that meant rooting through the one thing that made him who he was; his memories, and more specifically those that were of use to her. The loss of his father, the thugs that had murdered his mother and the wild spice parties as he had reached the top, all of them resurfacing at the same time as to tear down his defenses and make him susceptible to the changes that Sena wanted to install upon his brain.

The two of them entered a small alley and approached a small conspicuous door. Sena let go of the man’s mind and let him focus on entering the keycode. They stepped inside the warm home, popped the windows open and took a seat on the nearby couch.

“Now, Mister Leon.” The man said to himself. “Let’s talk about who you are willing to sell guns to and why it’s not your current customers…”

Oh yes, Sena loved her job.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Visit the Temple of Illumination
Posts: 1/20

Rausvas needed credits desperately as she was presently jobless, hoping to be seen by Lady Zull and begin work at Club Purgatory, provided she efficiently charmed the fellow pureblood Sith. While she didn’t like doing business that pleased her parents, she did enjoy historical sojourns, and of course, would be paid for her efforts, so taking a passenger transport to Chalacta, Rausvas Sveni headed to the Temple of Illumination as a favor to her traditional Sith father.

She would be picking up a darkside relic from a Rogue Master Flann, a Sith sympathizer, and one of the driving forces behind the Sith Triumverate’s return to Chalacta for government negotiations. The red-skinned Acolyte wasn’t sure that she would see any of the Trimvers today, but either way, the girl had her own plans for the day.

What her parents didn’t know was that Rausvas purchased Sansanna spice from Club Purgatory and held the substance in a small amulet around her neck, one that looked perfectly imbued with magical alchemy. In a white flowing tunic-dress, with her amulet in hand, the pureblood could have been mistaken for a Jedi in attire alone, however her vibrant red skin would brand her undeniably a Sith, the picture perfect Acolyte actually, yet the minute she stepped foot in the Temple, she was going to trip her little brains out on the Sansanna.

Spoiler

She’d never tried this specific spice before, said to bring upon strong hallucinations and dramatically change one’s perception of reality. First time for everything, thought Rausvas.

Besides when in the Temple of Illumination, one must Illuminate!

 

[Spark Finn]

Lord Orcus' Ship - defeating pirates and prepare for entechment

"Do you ever wish for a respite, Lord Orcus, or are you quite proud that you've defeated death?"

The moment she set foot on Lord Orcus' ship, an encrypted message was being pinged around space. Down the Mara Corridor. Through several router re-locations. Many to seemingly random planets and stations. A few diverged and re-routed. Again. And again. It would take any professional hacker #slicer a lifetime to pinpoint the message's origin and ultimate destination to the TKO communication beacons.

Encrypt Code 1989://

Outbackers #Undergrounders,
Sith Triumvirate is moving on Chalacta. There is a group of adepts in the force who are resisting and they may need evacuation. Temple of Illumination. More activity on Jordir. Heavy hitters on site. Be careful.

-S. Finn

P.S. Ask [member="Jorus Merrill"] if you need credentials

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The blonde slicer had been undercover for awhile and she didn't know which of the Underground's original members were still around. Hopefully, they'd take that message seriously. Plus, someone like [member="Ria Misrani"] could verify the message's authenticity. Attention shifted back to Lord Orcus #sithlordwhale

"And no, that is not a threat. Merely an observation of your," blue-eyes glanced away from her typing. "Smile." #creepygrin "I believe we're at an impasse. I would no sooner want to entech souls than you would use the light side. I helped you find the base. I have completed my contract and I will return to Lord Adekos."

And with that, the slicer turned on her converse-heels to go.

[member="Alkalurops"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Zetha Vesh"] [member="Astrid Santii"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Singularity"] [member="Ashmedai"]

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective: Temple of Illumination - Evac the resistance
Location: Aboard the "Kark it"
Allies: [member="Astrid Santii"] | [member="Zetha Vesh"] | [member="Singularity"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Ria Misrani"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Alkalurops"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: TBD - [member="Ashmedai"]

Fresh off abandoning his post the former grand marshall had found a new home among the resistance group called the Underground. A call had gone out for help from a deep cover operative and the underground was fixing to do what it does, make a little mischief. His stolen Republic frigate having already collected the agents from the newly freed world of Kal'Shebbol and he was awaiting for the group of young greenhorns that he would need to lead on this op. Sure there bound to be a few old hands, seasoned soldiers like himself but he didn't count on it. A commander who was worth his salt always assumed the worst till proven wrong.

So he waited, at the head seat in the briefing room, smoking his favorite brand of cigarette while waiting for the crew to assemble and be brought into the op...

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective: 'Evac' // Grab Anything of Historical Importance // Help the Plebs
Location: En Route to Chalacta
Allies: [member="Astrid Santii"] | [member="Zetha Vesh"] | [member="Singularity"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Alkalurops"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: Soon™ | [member="Ashmedai"]

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The A-Team: Illuminate the Sith​

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For most of her life, Isabeau Marshalls was never just Isabeau Marshalls, she was always something else... someone else. Today, today she would do her best impersonation of the Sith, or at least what she knew of them from all the little pieces of lore they left behind on Taris. Taris had been her home and she had grown up knowing that if you wanted to survive. You had to be just a little bit better than the other guy, now the official word had been that there had been some hotness buzzing around the Sith Triumvirate, after all, they'd just kark'd the Silvers off Ruusan and now they had turned their attention toward Chalacta. Now, to the naked eye, this was just nothin' more than you're run of the mill Imperial-like business. But to "Jette" Isabeau Marshalls "Haltzum," this was a gold mine of lore and artifacts, a perfect time to explore and 'test' out some of her latest gadgets.

See now, while living on Taris and growing up in the remains of the Under City. Jedi and Sith left behind a lotta toys, and Jette was always the crazy girl who collected it all and tried to mish mash all the things together. One of the first things she crafted were her glasses, it let her see force signatures like cables or lines as it were, without them she was as blind to force activity as the next non-force user. She was still working on a mobile power source and possible weapon to use on force users, but hoping that it'd do 'non-lethal' damage and just render them incapacitated, but given as she's not been around one in a hot minute or two.

Jette having joined a little place called the 'Kathol Outback,' caught wind of a little operation happening here, and this fit two things. One, she'd get to see some force users up close, two she had an opportunity to scavenge, salvage and grab anything within the Temple; strictly for lore of course. As it stood now, she was posing as a relief guard on her way to Jordir the capital of Chalacta. Word had it that some of the 'runners' of the Outback would be on their way here and more importantly hitting the Temple of Illumination. Rising on the transport she allowed her superior officer to inspect her, her 'shades' were tucked into a breast pocket behind her uniform. When given the opportunity to see herself to the fresher, she slipped and popped in a quick holo to [member="Cody Bantam"]. "I'll rendezvous with you and your guys at the Temple, check out my sweet threads, huh, huh." Jette winked, "and yeah about Ria, said something about being in jail? On Kal'Shebbol." She then shrugged, "see you in Jordir, Jette'ing out." She snorted and then cut the holo line.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6QBaZHltJw[/media]​

 

[Singularity]

Objective: Temple of Illumination - Evacuation of the resistance
Location: Aboard the "Kark it"
Allies: [member="Astrid Santii"], [member="Zetha Vesh"], [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Ijaat Mereel"], [member="Alkalurops"], [member="Jette Haltzum"]
Enemies: TBD - [member="Ashmedai"]
Post: 1

Singularity had come to the conclusion that he would stay with the group known as "Kathol Outback". In the short time since Kal'Shebbol, he had made an effort to acquire as much data about them as possible. The droid felt that the their goals and his own had a compatibility of 78.34 percent. A deviation of 21.66 percent was acceptable.

Besides... his calculations strongly implied that if he stayed with them, he would be able to learn more about these "force-users". The things he had seen many of their members do should have been impossible without genetic reprogramming. He found it fascinating that this "force" was of natural origins. He wished to learn more about this force... To see more of this force...

The frigates internal speakers activate. A message telling telling all those on board convene in the ships briefing room. He was to be sent on his first assignment for TKO it seemed. It was either that or more talking about the events that had taken place on Kal'Shebbol. These organics seemed to find a form of entertainment talking about past events.

Standing up from the chair he had been sitting on, Singularity walked towards his assigned room exit. The only items he had in his room were his weapons and tools. Plus a bed he didn't need, and a chair he found amusing to sit on. Leaving his room he walked down the frigates corridor.

Traversing his way through the ship for 7 minutes and 52 seconds, the droid entered the briefing room. Observing his surroundings, Singularity found only one other being in the room. Noting his position at the head of the table; the droid calculated that the male was the one in charge. He was confident in his odds of being correct.

Stepping forward; he pulled out and sat down in one of the seats; feeling a hint of amusement. It made no difference to him whether he was sitting or standing up, but these seemed more... comfortable around him when he did small things like sitting in a chair or greeting another as they passed in a hallway.

While turning to look over at the male, "Greetings. I am known as Singularity. I look forward to working with The Kathol Outback."