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She gave him entirely too much credit. Orcus of Giju had never defeated death. Only the Dark Lord of the Sith could claim such a feat, but he felt no need to correct her generosity.
The caliginous depths of his gaze seemed to swirl with intertwining eddies of mirth and malevolence, light playing oddly across the eyes like moonlight on black waters. "You intrigue me. I will not stop you, Miss Finn."
He watched her back.
"But one day you will have to choose. Will you do what is necessary, or will you stand by - too afraid of damning your soul to eliminate the real evil? One day, Miss Finn."
Objective: Go After the Prime Minister Location: Jordir, Chalacta Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Ashmedai"] Post: 8
"Piece of cake." She replied, pulling her saber hilt off her belt, the silver cylinder a comforting weight in her hand. She had drawn her eyes from the scans of the factory to check with with Cardinal and Raven. Both armored women nodded to their master, and readied themselves to go after their given objective. Sinistra had faith that they could be counted on to perform satisfactorily in her name.
The flight crew had announced their approach and with a sharp intake of breath, she centered herself and focused her mind on her task.
Landing might be too risky, tipping their hand and in fact, she had no intention of waiting until this bird landed to proceed into the fray. The doors were opening in preparation of the raid and in the midst of the thrusters screaming to keep them aloft, she could hear little else. Wind whipped at her, pulled on her garments and arrayed her hair around her head in a wild halo but as it tugged on her with unseen fingers, the winds drew off inky, smoky trails from every edge of her being.
The others could not hear her spells, but the Darkness could.
The three advanced on the opening door and leapt, an obscuring smoke trail billowing after Sinistra as she jumped for the roof, while Cardinal and Raven headed for their respective marks.
The Sith Lord landed lightly on the roof, cushioned by a pool of smoke that swallowed her from view, hiding her ripping open an access panel and disappearing inside the building as her spell coalesced into a small group of smoke demons. She gestured towards the hallway where they were headed and they seeped through the cracks of the door, seeking out their prey silently.
If outdoors had been too warm for comfort then there really was no need to describe the coolness of a well-ventilated, air conditioned apartment in a more livid downtown area. Outside Sena could hear the crowds going about their everyday business, mumbles and shouts of those who stood below her yet served as much of a purpose as she did. Those who acted as tiny yet interchangeable cogs of the universe; the citizens of Chalacta and everywhere else. The woman leaned back on her sofa and looked over at Mister Leon trying to figure out exactly which cog he was and which of the cogs around him that she could twist and turn by association. The man got out of his own seat in order to walk over to the nearby kitchen to get her something to drink.
The process of reshaping his will had already begun, the first test being as simple as getting him to do anything that she asked him to do. Right now all the pale redhead needed was a glass of water to wet her throat. She never had been one for deserts, they reminded her far too much about the slave pit she had escaped from. Had she been anyone else could have seen the ironic hypocrisy in the way that she treated others, but Sena was pretty far from considering herself ‘anyone else.’ She was the up-and-comer, the woman who was going to get this weapon shipment into the hands of the Triumvirate and win the favor of Darth Carach.
If only she knew what fate would bring instead…
“Now, let us talk of business.” Mister Leon said to himself as his face grew all the more blank. “I propose a change of heart. I stop selling guns to smugglers and instead try to sell to Sith sympathizers.”
The man tried to shake his head, but it was almost as if the mere impulse was held back.
“No, that sounds like a bad deal-” The man cut himself short before nodding. “What I clearly should do is supply their soldiers as well. Get the whole black marke-”
“No.” The man tried to fight back at this point. Sena leaned for the table to grab her water and took a sip, angrily so. “Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No!”
“... Yes.” The man finally groaned. “I don’t know.”
The woman rolled her eyes. She needed to apply more pressure. It was time to go rooting through the more personal details of his life.
Location: Kwenn Space Station Objective: Scientific Pursuit. [2/20]
The Kwenn Space Station was a critical location for the Sith Triumvirate for a number of reasons. See, there was a fairly reasonable chance that the Sith had aspirations for the entirety of the Hutt Space, which meant Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa. Which meant there were about two and a half different lanes that could be used for preliminary scouting, acquisition and eventual resupplying.
The Tol Amn Run through the Trax Tube - this was a reasonable one, but it was also a slow route with most of the traffic being bogged down around Toydaria which was still relatively free from Sith interference.
Pabol could be reached through Chalacta via Nar Kreeta, but then the Sith hit the same issue they encountered at Tol. It would be a slow run until they finally reached Nar Bo Sholla after which they would have to move through the Ootmian anyway.
This left Kwenn Space Station as the most critical location.
Its central location on the run allowed for ease of resupply and would be more efficient than occupying an entire planet, just to facilitate the transition.
All of these reasons combined were the main reason why a detachment of Sith Troopers, two Decanii and one Lady Cerbera - armored in suspicious Mandalorian armor ala Demagol - were scheduled to meet with the station’s administration.
The Sith Triumvirate was about order and law. If they managed to handle this diplomatically, it would be better for everyone.
A fething droid, seriously that was all that showed up. Cody rubbed his temples as he looked at the thing. Taking a long draw on his smoke he walked over to the mechanical creation with suppressed disdain. We at least it was pleasant enough to talk with, so whoever programmed the damn thing seemed to understand the basics of what they were doing.
Walking around this Singularity he noted it looked to be of an advanced enough design, Still he had no idea what it was capable of...
"You at least a combat unit?" Cody asked as he walked back to his seat.
Standing over his chair he began to pull up plans of the target on Chalacta and get ready to run the briefing. Even if it would be with only one agent.
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: 2
Singularity observed the male as he was approached by him. Taking into consideration the mans obvious migraine, the droid compared the mans current posture against those he had analyzed and filed away from prior conversations with other organics.
As the man walked around and studied him, the droid came to the conclusion that the man liked him. They were very odd; these organics. How could you know whether you liked or disliked a being or not before you had gathered enough data to know them? It just made no sense.
"You at least a combat unit?"
It pleased him to know that this particular organic had at least a small amount of logical thinking. This one seemed to be trying to gather some information before coming to a consensus. Taking an interest in the man, Singularity decided that he to would eventually learn more about this one.
"I have Class Four droid programming incorporated into my core self, so yes I do qualify as a combat droid. I am programmed in the use of weaponry including; but not limited to; vibro-blades, blasters, and rifles. My frame is also designed for increased durability and has various propulsion thrusters built into it to greatly enhance my maneuverability."
Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Sinistra"]
Post 14
Silver-green eyes followed the form of Sinistra out of the vessel before redirecting towards Ameli. The young woman had been awkwardly silent, and the Sith Lord stared intently at the woman for a number of moments before his attention was diverted. Moving towards the now open side doors, Ashmedai stole a brief glance at the roof of the facility a fair distance below the shuttle. For a brief moment, he watched Sinistra execute her deft entry into the facility. Ashmedai instantly knew that his arrival would not...be quite as stealthy. A flutter of fabric was the only indication that the Sith Lord had hurled himself from the vessel, plummeting rapidly towards his objective with the guidance of the Force.
There were two static sentries closest to where Sinistra's smoke demons had initiated their deadly assault. Before either of the guards could really react, they found their voices gone as the blackness of death rapidly closed in from the edges of their vision. However, one of the roving sentries did turn the corner just in time to see the arcane sight, immediately reaching for his communicator to alert his associates.
No sooner had the roving sentry began to reach for his communicator than a loud, resounding crash ripped through the otherwise silent warehouse. The large figure of Ashmedai dropped rapidly from the sky as he manipulated the Force to super-cool the durasteel roofing of the facility to a degree that the metal became extremely brittle, losing most of its resistant properties. Roughly five hundred meters from impact, Ashmedai had altered the motion of the constituents enough to make the roof subject to a more moderated blast of Kinetite. Had he merely used the full strength of his ability, the ball of Kinetite would have ripped through the roof and all the way down to the ground floor. Not ideal.
By the time the roofing had fractured, Ashmedai was practically close enough to touch the chilled edges of the slightly-larger-than-man-sized crater he had just made. Throwing the full weight of his strength into slowing his descent rate, Ashmedai adjusted his body positioning just before he collapsed down to a knee on the floor of the facility's upper level. In the room were three other occupants, but Ashmedai did not even look up before he blurred into action.
A flash of crimson indicated that the Sith Lord had thrown the blade of his Sith Sword directly into the mid-section of one guard as he extended his free hand to seize the body of the second guard with the Force. Motioning his free hand towards his chest, Ashmedai manipulated the energy coursing around them to pull the guard's body directly towards him. Just prior to the guard's body impacting with Ashmedai's, the Sith Lord accelerated his strong hand, balled into a fist, straight through the approaching man's abdomen, rupturing several internal organs. Blood, acidic stomach fluid, and organ matter coated the Sith Lord's hand and arm before he ripped it out and allowed the man to fall to the ground.
The guard was not dead...not just yet, but he wasn't in any state to do much of anything but allow death's grasp to take him. Calling the hilt of his Sword back into his bloodied hand from the body of the first guard, Ashmedai turned his gaze to the hooded figure in the room.
Objective: Looting... uhhh I mean Holding down the Temple against would be invaders
Location: Temple of Illumination
Soon to be Enemies: [member="Singularity"] [member="Jette Haltzum"] [member="Cody Bantam"]
Posts:1/20
The Temple was in absolute shambles. All around her the remnants of the adepts hasty escape and defeat lay littered throughout the once extravagant chambers. As Allana navigated her way across bodies and rubble, she did her best to avoid the attention of the Triumvirate troops now entering the facility. Chalacta did not seem like the place for conflict, but her she found herself once more enveloped in violence, not that the Shi'ido would complain. Having sensed the departure of several prominent Force aura's Allana thought it best to make her move then and there, entering the Temple so to safely extract whatever ancient relics remained in the Temple.
Knowing she didn't have much time, the acolyte rounded a corner before skidding back quickly as the sight of the armored militia came into view. Cursing silently to herself, the woman realised that the Triumvirate forces had finally made there way into the Temple. Her goal would only get that much more difficult from now on. Choosing a new path, Allana would open herself to the Force, searching for any disturbances or beacons that would indicate anything of value to her. However with the recent chaos flooding the area, it distorted the woman's own senses, only grasping a vague idea of what appeared to be a small pocket of auras. Deciding to follow this lead, the Sith rounded another corner, slowing her pace so to ensure that she did not bum into any unwanted visitors.
Objective: Go After the Prime Minister Location: Jordir, Chalacta Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Ashmedai"] Post: 9
The demons stalked their prey relentlessly, enveloping them in a silent smoky embrace before they were devoured by the cold Darkness stalking the halls. Between Sinistra and the one she figured must be Ashmedai, the militants were dispatched quickly enough that the intruding Sith were able to locate the most likely place where the Prime Minister was being held. Ashemdai entered first but Sinistra did not need to be in the room to know what was going on.
Through the darkness and in the shadows, a pair of demons hugged along the walls to put themselves behind where the hood figure was. Sinistra stepped into the room, her unlit saber in her hand as she looked at the hooded figure opposite Ashmedai.
"What have we here?"
Elsewhere, Cardinal and Raven stood guard on the entrances, each with a pair of dead men at their feet. It had been easier for Cardinal, they were inside at the time she dropped and so she had managed to have the element of surprise on her side. Raven was not so lucky but then again, she still beat them, even if she was rotating her shoulder slowly trying to work the pain out from where one of the dead men grabbed her and twisted her around.
Objective: Temple of Illumination - Evac the resistance
Location: Leaving the "Kark it" for Chalacta
Allies: [member="Singularity"] | [member="Jette Haltzum"]
Enemies: TBD - [member="Ashmedai"] | [member="Allana S'hadar"]
Cody looked outside the drop pod as the red hot flames of their re-entry pass by the pod's window. With luck, their polar approach to the planet had hid the "Kark It" from the enemies sensors long enough for the incursion to go unnoticed., but only time would tell on that front. For now all the Coronel could do was chew on his smoke and waiting for planet fall. Their plan was pretty karking simple, get in. The droid does his thing and blows poodoo up to distract the one sith while he and his men try to get the resistance out to safety.
"So tin man, your job is pretty simple. We got you that pretty C3) covering so you can blend in. Not too many are gonna expect a golden rod of foul play, but that is exactly what is needed from you. Find important but squishy targets, disable or destroy them by any means you can but mind the civies. Keep casualties as low as possible. Understood?"
Simple right... those were always famous last words...
The sound of blaster fire could be heard echoing throughout the ruins of the Temple. Allana found herself in the midst of the it all, saber staff already lit and deflecting bolts that came flying her way. Grimacing as one lucky bolt grazed her hip, Allana pounced on one of her attackers, frying his nervous system with a small torrent of lightning. Rising from the sizzling remains, she brought her red blade back up to deflect the next few bolts aimed at her slender form.
She had really gotten herself into trouble now. Allana had stumbled across the remnants of the temple guard and while shaken by the previous incursion, the group still posed a threat to the would-be Sith. The Shi'ido was beginning to wonder if any good would come from her endeavors here. However she would have to worry about that at a later date, as she glimpsed two men attempt to flank her. Leaping once more into action, she brought her saber down upon one of the guards, the red blade protruding from his back as she impaled the man. The other, now startled, turned to run however was instead thrown against the wall by a vicious telekinetic attack. Nothing would ever be easy, Allana thought. Turning to face the remainder of the group.
Objective: Go After the Prime Minister
Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Sinistra"]
Post: 15
Ashmedai was not surprised by Sinistra's arrival, so his gaze did not waiver from the hooded figure opposite him. Still grasping his bloodied sword in his equally if not more bloodied hand, the Sith Lord took two steps forward. Raising his sword, he forced the cloak's hood of the wearer's head. Ashmedai could sense the individual was still alive. His presence in the Force was weak, but the Sith suspected that was more from exhaustion and being malnourished than anything else. He did not appear as though he was being brutally tortured in any real way.
Yet...Ashmedai knew all too well that sleep deprivation and starvation were the worst forms of torture. No need to go out of one's way to put the body into a state of severe weakness. It would force compliance. Apparently, the Prime Minister had succumbed to the effects rather early. Ashhmedai snorted as he lowered the tip of his bloodied blade in the vicinity of the form's nose. The smell seemed to immediately jolt the man back to activity.
Tired brown eyes darted around nervously as the Prime Minister wiggled his body in a useless attempt to separate himself from the offensive odor. "Stop! I already told you everything you needed to know!"
A curious brow piqued beneath the hood of Ashmedai's own cloak, silver-green eyes flashing with mild interest as he lowered the sword back to his side. "Do not lie to me," came the deep command of Ashmedai's voice.
"I'm not lying! I didn't tell the Triumvirate anything about the Irith facility!" The Prime Minister's eyes were still wildly darting between Ashmedai and Sinistra. Eventually, however, they fell upon the bodies on the floor before gazing back up at Ashmedai and Sinistra. "Wait... Who...Who are you?"
Methodically, Ashmedai wiped the blade of his weapon off on the folds of his cloak before sheathing it once more. Reaching up, he pulled back the hood of his cloak as he smiled at the Prime Minister. "We represent the organization to which...you are about to tell everything..."
Understanding slipped into the Prime Minister's eyes just before it was replaced with newfound fear.
Objective: Temple of Illumination - Evacuation of the resistance Location: Leaving the "Kark it" for Chalacta Allies: [member="Cody Bantam"] I [member="Jette Haltzum"] Enemies: TBD - [member="Ashmedai"] I [member="Allana S'hadar"] Post: 3
Singularity would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't mildly offended as he adjusted the C3 droid unit covering around himself. Which, being a droid, made it impossible for him to do so. He utterly loathe the fact that he was disguising hiimself as a protocol droid.He understood and excepted the idea of infiltrating the enemy and creating a distraction, and if presented with the opportunity to delete the existence of high priority targets. Still... all that meant was that he'd resigned himself to his role; not that he liked it.
He did however find the organics attempt at humor amusing. He new very well that a droid would never be made of; nor have any tin in their design. Especially one that had been made at least in part, for combat. Tin was too soft and by far too conductive of a metal to be used.
Looking out the drop-pods window, the droid observed the city down beneath them. With their rapid descent, the city was beginning to take up the entire view. They would be on the ground shortly.
"Very well organic. However, do not blame me when this droid casing becomes first irreparably damaged; then accidentally lost through no fault of my own. I calculate a one hundred percent chance of this happening during my mission, but I shall try to prevent to prevent it none the less."
