One Sith Dominion of Bassadro

[Abelain Narv'uk]

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The Paladin slowly and gracefully hovered about in the eternal void of space just outside of the planet Bassadro. Within it's command bridge stood an anxiously awaiting commander who continued to peer out into the darkness using the various viewing ports situated around the room. The world sat upon nothing, and burned with a brightness reminiscent of the embers of a dying fire. It was bright, and even from outside of it's atmosphere, Abelain was nearly certain he could successfully view the thick magma as it poured out onto the surface, forming great oceans of fire. The planet was inhospitable to the highest degree, but despite that, civilization had found a way. Therein lay the reason for the mighty warship's visit upon the world, and for the presence of other ships encircling it like vultures to freshly maimed carrion.

The recent assault against Coruscant had proven to be disastrous to the morale of many of the One Sith, but it had also sparked a need for retaliation against those forces that had dared interrupt the sanctity of the capital. The past two battles against the Galactic Alliance had been lost, and so it was decided that a direct counterattack would be inefficient, especially with the ever growing wave of supporters that their government found. The correct course of action lay farther in the starmap, following the tendril that had formed their path to the core. If they could manage to setup an assault farther down the tendril, they would be able to cut supply from their opponents, and hopefully strike them in the rear where they least expected it.

Tactically, it was a sound decision. Realistically, it would mean a plethora of extra work would need to be conducted in order to ensure success. Foremost among these goals would be the acquisition of a proper supply lane from which to strike at their foe. Creating a supply lane using their own forces, and abilities would take far too long, and would allow the Alliance time to reinforce themselves against assault. It was for this reason that they had come to Bassadro; a world inhabited and influenced quite heavily by a popular pirate hub. It was an undesirable quality in the plan, but necessity demanded that they work with the criminal underworld if they were to procure a rapid supply lane, and the pirates already had one set and working for Bassadro.

The issue came when the Red Runners; the gang responsible for the pirate hub, decided that they would refuse service to the One Sith on a matter of 'principle.' It was for this reason that assassins, and soldiers were being dispatched to skirmish with their leaders, and force them to capitulate under duress, or to negotiate a better deal, and allow them to preserve their lives. The recent loss of life during the battle of Coruscant meant that the One Sith needed to hire criminals of their own to supplement their forces during the operation, though this decision was made with the distaste of many. The fortress hub of Scorchrock was guaranteed to be heavily defended, and the promise of possible death to the Red Runners' leaders meant that they would likely fight harder than if they were simply raiding a merchant vessel.

Another problem to the plan arose in the form of scattered villages of refugees. They had moved to the hostile world of Bassadro in an attempt to escape war, and now they found their very way of life threatened by the possible intrusion of One Sith forces. They weren't scum in the same manner as the pirates, but their mere presence brought difficulty. If the refugees managed to band together, they might easily interrupt the supply line by attempting to retake, or raze the captured Scorchrock to the ground after the majority of Sith forces had departed. The threat that they brought needed to be put in check, either through diplomatic means, or through violence.

A final issue arose in the need to collaborate with known smugglers to ensure that their supplies would continue to flow into Scorchrock even if it fell into the hands of the One Sith. Whilst this was the piece of the operation that seemed to be the simplest, it was also one of the most important. If the smugglers simply left Scorchrock alone, then the entire operation would have been for naught.

All in all, it was a complicated endeavor filled with moral issues, and the promise of hostile land if not hostile inhabitants. It was the first step in a campaign that would lead to the decimation of the Galactic Alliance forces if it was conducted properly, but as the Arue'tii glared out of his view port for the final turn before spinning about his heel to board a landing craft, he came to the conclusion that it would all fall into place.
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Objectives:

A-Eliminate or Convince the leaders of the Red Runners gang to work with us.
B-Ensure that the local refugees shall not tamper with our plans through diplomacy or violence.
C-Guarantee the assistance of smugglers in providing a proper supply line.
D-Prepare for War through any means deemed necessary.

Spoiler: Taglist

[member="Darth Erebos"]
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[member="Clovis Torcularis"]
[member="Jake Daniels"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Erilus"]
[member="Ishana Pavanos"]
[member="Jynx"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="David Hoxt"]
[member="Jen"]

Remember to have fun with the Dominion!

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Location: Port Durojas, Bassadro; The Ganathan King Cantina & Inn
Objective: A // Making Friends with Reds, kinda.
Allies: ???
Enemies: Soon ™

Pirates of the Confederacy​

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Before Ishana was caught by one Devaronian bounty hunter named Tixi, she was here. Living amongst the pirate scum of the 'former' Confederacy of Independent Systems. Once, a long time ago, Bassadro was a mining place. Now-a-days it just served as a big hub, for pirates, scoundrels and well... smugglers. Smugglers like Ishana Pavanos, who had come to the world where the famed Empatojayos Brand had won in the name of Republic. Where he and many clones came through the volcanic world and stomped it out. Port Durojas boasted that it was here, here Brand had thrown down the victory gauntlet.

She knocked back a bit of Tyrellian ale, her boots were up on the table as she watched the pirates go to and fro. This way and that, talking about this conquest or that conquest. There was a gambling table or two set up across the way and from what Ishana could see a few good games going. Drinking more of her Tyrellian ale, she put her hand into a bowl of Warra nuts and popped them into her mouth one by one.

A large and rather gaudy lookin' Cyborg who went by the name of One-Eyed Burns, from what Ishana could gather got up from his table and flipped it over in haste. Ishana looked down to her outfit. She was wearing a nice pair of tight pants, a shoddy little sleeveless blaster vest that looked as if it'd seen better days. It had seen better days, but it covered up parts of her she'd rather see not blasted off of her body.

Wearing a quarter-sleeve rugged tunic that was an off white, she ran a hand through her hair, tussling it about. Finishing off her Tyrellian ale, she ordered a round of Tarisian ale grabbing it she walked toward the guy. "Hey, big guy, mind if I sit with you and, be your lucky charm? Maybe help you catch some of these... cheaters." She whispered, into his ear.

"Uh? Heeerm, yeah, alright but I ain't pickin' up the table." He gestures, his eyes were blinking wildly. She could see his cybernetic eye twitching about. The other one was covered by an eye patch and honestly, she didn't wanna see what was behind it.

Drawing a finger along his shoulder. "Here's a pint of ale from me to you."

"Thanks, you're a mighty fine lookin' doll-face to be stickin' it around these parts." He mentioned, taking the pint of ale from her. Just as she got him to a seat and motioned for boys to pick up the table.

She smiled at him with a cheeky little smile, "well you know girls like me just can't seem to stay outta parts like these." Whatever the feth that was supposed to have meant, "now... One-Eyed Burns, is it? My name is Shana, lemme help you and maybe, you can help me."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, c'mon." She gestured to the table and slid into his lap. "Let's play a few rounds."

Now, Ishana knew - she knew that part of this gig was supposed to include other criminals, you see. Ishana's gig was to try to win the hearts and minds of Bassadro for the 'mighty' One Sith. The kark did she care if the One Sith did or did not exist, as far as she knew she was still AWOL from their TIE Fighter Corps. But hey, if they were willing to let bygones be bygones then she could too. Sure, she'd help them 'win' here at Bassadro, then she'd take the Starfighter and make off for better parts of the Galaxy that's the plan anyway...

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Taglist:

[member="Jen"]
[member="David Hoxt"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Jynx"]
[member="Erilus"]
[member="Jake Daniels"]
[member="Clovis Torcularis"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: SURFACE OF BASSADRO
OBJECTIVE: A
ALLIES: ONE SITH
ENEMIES: RED RUNNERS
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO

Ghorua the Shark crouched low as another wave of blaster fire pelted his cover, the volcanic glass pillar he was hiding behind holding up well against the laser blasts. A group of ten-or-so men in red bandannas waved blaster pistols in the large Herglic's direction, spitting curses and slurs. Behind them, a dark fortress loomed. "Get off of our planet, Sith poodoo! We were here first!" Ghorua shook his head, annoyed, dark eyes burning behind his helmet. He had went to negotiate the pirate's surrender to his employers, and they were less than thrilled about the idea. So unthrilled, in fact, that they killed the Shark's Sith trooper escort, and chased Ghorua out of their stronghold. They were cute.

Without saying a word, Ghorua unclipped a grenade from his bandolier, and tossed it over his shoulder. Before they could react, the small canister released a sickly yellow vapor. The pirates began to hack up blood. The smart ones moved to the edges of the cloud, while the others perished in the smoke, coughing up their own lungs. The ones that left the cloud found a very angry Ghorua waiting for them, rotary blaster cannon whirring. A wall of blaster bolts met the pirates as they were pincered between a rock and a hard place, so to speak. "Well," the behemoth growled, as he shot the last man, "We're here now."

As he said this, the fortress ahead seemed to bristle with men. Blaster turrets and E-Webs seemed to poke out of crevices in the rocky exterior. Ghorua had just enough time to find cover again before they all roared into action, sending a wave of red towards the Hunter. He was successfully pinned, and his barrier wouldn't last long. With a bit of a groan, he went over the comms. "Good day, One Sith, this is the mercenary Shark. I'm assaulting a Runner base, and appear to need a bit of assistance. Perhaps a Sith, or a battalion of troopers would be nice. That's all."

 

[Sith Trooper]

LOCATION: BASSADRO
OBJECTIVE: B
ALLIES: WHOEVER PAYS THE MOST
ENEMIES: WHOEVER PAYS THE LEAST
EQUIPMENT: STANDARD BLASTER PISTOL
KNIFE
OLD REPUBLIC MEDICAL DROID
900 REPUBLIC STYLE MED-KITS PLANTED WITH ANTI-PERSONAL BOMBS


While on Nal Hutta he received final contract with 'One Sith' over his holo-communicator, there was a reason he was there waiting for the call as he had a specific contact there. It was Hutt territory, so would not only have black market but smugglers able to transport goods. Once he left the Bar he started to make some calls setting up purchase of an old republic medical droid, 900 empty cases of Republic style med-kits, 900 powerful anti-personal bombs, and a smuggler to get him to Bassadro very quickly. With his 'Ace of Spades' white mask on, he board the smuggler's cargo ship with the goods. On their way to the planet he setup the bombs in the med-kits, rigged to explode once the kit was opened. He also painted the Republic droid, and programmed him to carry out the mission he had planned. It was very quick assembled plan, he formed in his semi-twisted head almost as soon as he got the contract. He would be targeting refugee camps, and he needed to avoid two critical outcomes. The first avoided outcome was blame to be traced back to him or the 'One Sith', the second avoided outcome was for the refugees to escape and turn into some kind of resistance force in revenge against the 'One Sith'. So what was the one thing every refugee camp needed and would not ask much questions about, while bringing it willingly to their inner sanctuaries? The answer came quickly to him, it was medical supplies.

THE PLAN: He would send the Republic Medical droid to each Refugee camp/village with an even amount of explosive med-kits, programmed to explain they came from a republic sponsored charity for refugees named 'Sacred Care' that he quickly made up for this mission. Once all the med-kits were delivered it would be very quickly after that the refugees would start trying to use them, bringing the med-kits to their homes or make-shift hospitals to open. Once opened they would explode killing or terribly wounding everyone in the area, without anyone able to warn other members of the refugee camp that would come to help, those coming to aid the dead and wounded would bring more med-kits and others would come just to see what was going on and more explosive med-kits would be opened to kill even more in the now gatherings. Without anyone to figure out what was causing the explosions, Erilus expected the process to continue until none left to help anyone or no med-kits left. By the end of his plan most of the refugees should be killed or so wounded they would die soon after, if there was survivors it fell back on his plan B. His fall back plan started by introducing republic droids and med-kits, not only for easier acceptance but if things went bad it would turn bad for the republic and not the 'One Sith'. Best case, would be that if there was survivors, they would seek out the 'One Sith' to join them as a milita to fight against the Republic.

With the plan in motion, he setup camp near the scattered villages to watch the results after the smuggler ship left. From there he contacted Abelain communicating not his plan, but that he was on planet and the refugees are being dealt with...


Taglist:

Abelain
Darth Erebos
Darth Pyrrhushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7971-darth-pyrrhus/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7971-darth-pyrrhus/
Clovis Torcularishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10934-clovis-torcularis/http://starwarsrp.net/user/10934-clovis-torcularis/
Jake Danielshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11129-jake-daniels/http://starwarsrp.net/user/11129-jake-daniels/
Darth Ophidiahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7973-darth-ophidia/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7973-darth-ophidia/
Erilushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12158-erilus/http://starwarsrp.net/user/12158-erilus/
Ishana Pavanoshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11706-ishana-pavanos/http://starwarsrp.net/user/11706-ishana-pavanos/
Jynxhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9848-jynx/http://starwarsrp.net/user/9848-jynx/
Ghorua the Sharkhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10100-ghorua-the-shark/http://starwarsrp.net/user/10100-ghorua-the-shark/
David Hoxthttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11299-david-hoxt/http://starwarsrp.net/user/11299-david-hoxt/
Jenhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/4043-jen/http://starwarsrp.net/user/4043-jen/

 

[Jynx]

Location: Bassadro
Objective: A
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: Red Runners
Equipment: Vibroblade on person and everything else™ inside Spud

Jynx was low profile. Hidden. Well, not exactly. She was definitely hidden. But not exactly low profile. In fact, she was trying her best to comfortably ride in the uncomfortable ride which was inside Spud, atop various weaponry and paraphernalia.

The droid was skidding along the surface of the planet making it's way to a position from which assistance was requested. Already she could hear the sound of blaster fire. Lots of it. Perhaps if Jynx were to take a quick peek outside she would see the sky to be dyed red with the colour of lasers.

She checked her navigator. The destination was just ahead. And just as it indicated arrival the droid was ordered to halt.
The arrival wasn't comfortable either. Even moreso than the ride itself. As it turns out, as most things liked to follow the laws of physics, so did the various cargo inside a hollowed out droid. And in this case when the droid itself came to a grinding halt, it turns out that the various materials inside said droid didn't.

Jynx slammed onto the insides of the droid and with more than a mouthful of expletives and a whole load of pain opened the hatch and awkwardly climbed out, laying flat beside the droid. She then turned to the one who presumably called for assistance.
"Well. Isn't it nice meeting you here."

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: SURFACE OF BASSADRO
OBJECTIVE: A
ALLIES: ONE SITH, [member="Jynx"]
ENEMIES: RED RUNNERS
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO

Another burst of blaster fire crested the barrier between Ghorua and certain death. He'd been pinned down for some time now, taking quick shots with his pistols over the pillar he crouched behind. Every so often, the monstrous Herglic would hear a cry of pain from his enemy, a reward for his labors. Ghorua was a surprisingly good shot.

The large Hunter began to hear a strangely familiar sound as a droid, more like a flying chest, approached. Recognition flashed in the Shark's eyes, a wide grin stretching across his face, hidden behind a dark helmet. Seeing the droid skid along the ground brought back memories of a phrik raid. Val'hala. Quite the time.

As Jynx awkwardly stepped out of her droid, Ghorua laughed audibly. "Ah! If it isn't droid-lady! Long time no see!" Ghorua angled a gauntlet over his cover, and flexed his fist. A shimmering blue bolt shrieked from his wrist charric, slamming into a pirate, sending the disgusting being flying backwards with a scream. "I have to say, I was expecting more," he said, looking her up and down appraisingly, "...But you'll do." Another round of turret fire blasted overhead, reminding the genetically-modified Herglic of the current situation.

"If you have any ideas on how to breach this base without getting shot up, I'd love to hear them!" Ghorua the Shark had a few ideas, but all of them involved plenty of blaster fire coming his way. Perhaps the girl and her droid had a few tricks up their sleeves. "They've got two E-Webs set up on the ramparts, and three or four turrets in the walls themselves. Oh, and the twenty or so men on the wall waiting to put holes in us. They might be important too." Another sharp smile, as Ghorua tilted the Spinster, his rotary blaster cannon, over the edge of the pillar, firing off his own line of red at the enemy.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Location: Port Durojas, Bassadro; The Ganathan King Cantina & Inn
Objective: A // Making Friends with Reds, kinda.
Allies: ???
Enemies: Other Reds? // 50 Shades of Red?

Never let be said that One-Eyed Burns didn't get his name for his pleasantries. No, he was a mean son of a Hutt and he didn't give two karks about it. He played to win, and he always his eye on you. Ishana just had to make sure that her voice was the only one he'd listen to. As far as she knew the layout of Port Durojas was interesting because the port itself rested on the inside of a crater but above it was an actual fort. So you came into the Port and had to dock your ship within an old dead volcano and then walk up into Durojas itself.

The Fort, well that was built on top of the crater town. She winced as she heard chatter about needing some reinforcements. All she knew was that her comm unit beeped a little too loudly and she yelped at the same time he shouted and accused someone of cheating. Her hand to her ear as she tried to figure out the ringing bit, she slowly slid off of Burnsy's lap and waltzed toward the door a hand along the edge. "Stupid..." She fished out the communications device and flung it out of her ear.

It slipped into someone's drink, and she stood there smiling. "Hi." She gave them her best smile and slid into their lap, just as One-Eyed Burns turned to look for her. "Hey baby." Ishana winked, "I was just uh, he, there's."

"Who're you werkin' fer?" He jabbed his finger into her chest.

Ishana just cracked one of her award winning smiles, "listen, Burnsy, baby, you're tired- you've had a lot to drink and uh." She leaned over to check the guy of who's lap she was in. "This fella here said he and his whole crew could take you."

"N-No!" The guy stood up hands in the air, "n-no we can't, I-"

"Are you some kinda coward?" Burnsey challenged, "what kinda karkin' pirate are you?"

"I- I'm n- I, I'm the kinda karkin' coward who's gonna finish your face off or-or something." The quirky pirate got bold, good, great. Ishana slipped between them both and slipped her hands onto the hilts of their vibroblades. Both men turned and looked at her. She winked and then walked a few paces backward, and looked around her.

Exhaling she smirked, "hate to kiss and run boys, but I've got a job to do." Slipping the blade into the handle of the mugs of ale she flipped it around toward them. In the same moment it flew she turned and stepped onto the chair and up on the table. Burnsy for all his upgrades had been drinking a lot, a lot and well. His aim was off, he shot at another rather large fella who happened to be a Gamorrean. Let's just say the Gamorrean was none too pleased with being shot at. So he fired back at Burnsy who used the quirky pirate as his meatshield, who's best friend was a Weequay and he didn't care to see his friend get shot.

Long story short, a bar brawl was now in progress. A barmaid walked with a tray of full flagons, Ishana grabbed one and chugged it and as it dripped along the sides of her mouth she gagged. "Ugh, what kinda drek is this?" She looked at it, "ugh Daro Root beer? What kinda man orders this?"

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Taglist:

[member="Jen"]
[member="David Hoxt"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Jynx"]
[member="Erilus"]
[member="Jake Daniels"]
[member="Clovis Torcularis"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Cable Shike]

LOCATION: Bassadro, Upper Atmosphere
OBJECTIVE: A
ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Jynx"]
ENEMIES: Red Runners

They came in low to evade radar, relying on shields and the skill of their pilots to manuver in the treacherous terrain. There were a couple of close calls, but nothing so serious that it didn't stop the incessant chatter from the two Aries' flying cover. Always joking about something, like they were the coolest assholes in space. They shared it with the tankers, whereas the real Helldivers, the footsloggers, they saved their jokes for the ground.

It was only when the shots started flying that things got really funny.

"All units, this is Watchtower. Hold you two mikes out on approach, make ready reports."

Two Hellhawks with a pair of Aries for escort and support was a pretty small strike team, but they were only the first wave. Orbital reconnaissance had picked up a number of large anti-air batteries and missile launchers that posed a serious risk to any larger craft trying to make an assault. Units on the surface would stage a diversionary attack while the Helldivers would hit the defensive emplacements.

Then would come in the stormtroopers and all the rest and viola, another world conquered for the Sith. Strange bedfellows for sure, but when the Old Man said jump, you know how it goes. The Helldivers didn't get paid to ask questions, they just did their job and did it damn well.

Cable was the drop sergeant for his Hellhawk, and was the first to answer up. "This is Strike-1, standing by."

"Strike-2, standing by." The icy feminine voice was of Drop Sergeant Nya Merr, a gorgeous blonde who happened to be Cable's superior and had proven both extremely capable in combat and totally insufferable outside her armor. A sad day for Cable, that had been.

"Stroke-2, standing by." That was the chatty pilot, with the characteristic forced calm that was common to most fighter pilots. "Stroke-1, standing by" followed shortly after, sounding nearly the same though Cable knew one of the pilots was a Sullustan.

"Copy, Stroke's ingress and hit designated targets on my mark. Report eyes on." The grim baritone voice of 'Watchtower' sounded oddly familiar to Cable, but he couldn't quite place it. Both Aries' rogered out and a moment later pulled up and out of the formation. With a burst of acceleration they were gone, no doubt lighting up on scanners across the fortress but by now close enough that it wouldn't matter. They'd put down enough fire and make themselves enough of a target that no one would be looking for a pair of small airspeeders. Or at least that was the plan.

"Control, this is Stroke-1, Tally on target alpha."

"This is Stroke-2, Tally on bravo."

"Copy strokes, weapons free."

The targets were a pair of large anti-air quad laser cannons, which had detected the Aries fighters a bit too late. A volley of two anti-armor rockets fired from each fighter shattered the shields, and each fighter followed up with a long burst from their Grinder chaingun. The characteristic grinding whirr was audible across the fortress, drowned out only partially by a series of explosions as the rounds hit their targets, pulverizing armor and penetrating to detonate within. The first turret exploded in a large fireball, while the second simply ceased to move and seemed to suddenly belch fire and smoke from a hundred small holes.

"Good hit, good hit. Targets down." Only now did the forced cool break even a bit, as the pilot of Stroke-1 allowed a bit of emotion to enter his voice.

"Copy that strokes, have friendly's under fire, crank to 10 o'clock and lay down some cover.'

"Wilco." The two Aries closed up into a tight formation and turned to the left, quickly coming into view of the outer wall facing [member="Ghorua the Shark"]. Again the chainguns let loose with a noise like the zipper on God's fly, and the rampart erupted into fire and chaos as the rounds hit, blowing masonry, armor plating, and people apart in equal measure.

Cable watched this all on his armor's HUD, and chuckled to himself as the Aries' made their pass. "That should give them a little breathing room." He switched to his squad's encrypted channel. "Alright Strike-1, buckle up, it's gonna be hot." A joke that bad merited a couple of grunts from the team. For Helldivers prior to a drop, that was practically a standing ovation.

Thirty seconds to drop, into a literal hellscape. Just the sort of job that called for the Helldivers.

 

[Sith Trooper]

LOCATION: BASSADRO
OBJECTIVE: B
ALLIES: WHOEVER PAYS THE MOST
ENEMIES: WHOEVER PAYS THE LEAST
EQUIPMENT: STANDARD BLASTER PISTOL
KNIFE
OLD REPUBLIC MEDICAL DROID


From his small concealed camp, he saw, but more so heard the first wave of explosions go off in the scattered refugee villages. Glancing across the horizon, he saw flashes the first wave of explosives were going off much to his delight. But that was not important, there was not that many and no where near as many as was needed to get the job done. He waited staring out at the villages for what seemed like ages, when doubt started to enter his thoughts of the plan not working as he hoped several secondary explosions started to rip through all the refugee villages. "...death and misery, poor fools!" He shrugs it off, the thought of entire families and suffering beings killed off in mass numbers for no rational reason did not bother him. Perhaps if he was raised in a better place, those kinds of values would have stuck. But his first experiences with life was his mother enslaved to a hutt and his father killed in front of him, there was no mercy in life just the natural order of the weak becoming victim to the strong. It is up to each person to raise up to be the strong, or allow something to keep you down and remain the weak that will seen be the victim.

A plan well worked out, which is often rare, third wave of explosions went off. Then fourth, fifth, and even sixth. The last wave of explosions from the villages was random and scattered, last few desperate attempts most likely to help loved ones with the few remaining med-packs able to be found. Still he waited, listened, watched for any reaction.

Would others on the planet come to see what was going on?

Would there be mass numbers fleeing the camps, or just a few, or none at all?

There was only an creepy silence and stillness after the last explosions, he should be leaping for joy that it worked so well. But nothing ever works out so perfectly, something was going on and he only grew more worried as the day went on. Slowly and cautiously figures started to flee from the villages, some ones and twos, while others small bands. They seemed to have been hiding, all of them having the same idea it would seem. Lay low until they were sure nothing was going to happen, the run. They were all refugees, so sure this was just normal stuff for them and why they all had the same mentality. of course Erilus hit the ground hard, so hard he hurt his hand on hardened lava. "stupid..nerf herding...Hutt licking....fools! Just die...all you have to do is die! ..." Standing up in a huff, he starts to pace "...now..I have to go all Rancor on you idiots, and play some hunting game to make sure no resistance force springs up!"

Spoiler

Taglist:

Abelain
Darth Erebos
Darth Pyrrhus
Clovis Torcularis
Jake Daniels
Darth Ophidia
Erilus
Ishana Pavanos
Jynx
Ghorua the Shark
David Hoxt
Jen

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Objective: A; Conviction or Elimination.

Bassadro brought back memories from another planet and another time. The volcanic cracks riddling the scorched earth drew her thoughts back to the fateful duel against her master in the first days of her Lordship. She shook her head to throw off the thoughts that followed concerning which of her apprentices would make it that far. It did not matter until it happened. One of them would be strong enough to succeed her and clever enough to realise it. She still had years before the dark side fully consumed her corporeal form.

Clasping her hands behind her back, the Pale Assassin turned from the bridge of her ship and strode out through the hangar. The dark robes fluttered in the swift, hot air and the twin lightsabres glinted dimly against the orange light cast from the molten rocks. She ran a hand over the metal and soft leather of her swoopbike before mounting it. Gloved fingers curled around the controls as the engine begun to whine in an increasing pitch. The vehicle quaked as it shifted and lifted. Then, with a twist of the controls, it shot off like a rogue rocket.

An engine with a seat, that is what they called swoopbikes, and the description was not far off. The rush of air and blur of motion from the sheer speed of the vehicle was intoxicating.

 

[Alysha Sair]

Location: Aboard The Paladin
Objective: D, on call for when/if war breaks out or military support is needed
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Undetermined

Alysha approached her quarters on the Paladin. The first thing she did when entering was plop into her bed. While her quarters were small, it gave her a small amount of privacy due to occupying it alone, one of the benefits of Officer life. She had just finished debriefing her company on their current orders. They were to remain aboard the ship until further notice, most likely being called upon in the event of combat breakout. While this seemed simple enough, the monotonous drag of sitting around and waiting can easily tire an individual out. The company was required to be ready upon a moments notice and able to depart in half an hour if called upon. So their life would involve routinely checking weapons, ships, and other warfare necessities to be sure they're prepped for the exact moment they're needed who knows who long.

Her entire division had missed the Assault on Coruscant, a frustration amongst most it's members, being unable to help defend their faction's capital. Because of this, many were anxious to get back at the Galactic Alliance while wanting to be the first ones in, not to miss an important moment again. Fortunately, her company was here now, ready to be apart of the first moves of the retaliation against the GA. She dwelled on these thoughts for a bit, but the comfort of the relaxation began to creep over her and she found herself ever so slowly... drifting away... to sleep.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

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Another crusade to display the strength of the One Sith had begun, and for the most notorious traitor of the Sith, it was a picnic she felt in her quivering heart to exploit; for the good of all Sith. There wasn't much to be gained for her, unless she was THAT Sith that believed killing anything that breathed was a victory, and even in her mind those Sith needed to be culled; because new beginnings bred new changes. However, she wasn't here to destroy, conqueror, or manipulate; no, she was her with her masked Apprentice that required an education of true Sith politics.​

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"Apprentice....we do not come here as monsters of nightmares revisited....but as monsters of intelligence!"​

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Leading her Apprentice off the shuttle like a slaver of Wookies, the Dagobah Sith took no more than three steps before she was greeted by a faction of guards that would spill their loyalty to this planet. With their blasters held at mid-height, they demanded of her why she was here. With a smirk of disgust, she turned to face her Apprentice.​

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"Politics......never change. Now pay close attention how one that despises politics deals with political annoyances...."​

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Raising her left hand, she began to command the Darkside of the Force, swirling her hand in a fashionable circle until the pain of power was almost for her to bear. Whipping her hand out in front of her, she unleashed a nightmare of lightening that crippled the guards before her, while her red eyes danced in their sockets as they dropped like flies to the floor.​

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"....and you want to know what it means to be Sith?"​

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Walking past the squirming bodies she said, "Then my masked Apprentice.....kill the politics!"​

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Objective: C
Allies: [member="Clovis Torcularis"]

 

[Jynx]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

Objective: A
Allies: The OS.
Enemies: Red Runners
Equipment: same xd

"E-Webs and a fully equipped fort? Oh that's lovely."
Jynx had a plan. Kind of. Not really. It was just something she thought of on the way. Well, the plan could potentially work. Maybe. But somehow a combination of intuition and experience had told her "Yeah right that's gonna work. How could they possible be that-"

Then the intuition and experience had shut up. So too did a large portion of the initial blaster fire pinning them down. Though from the obviously accurate instrument which was her ear: there was still a pretty sizeable and audibly more pissed off amount of them left. But perhaps just enough of them were taken out for that plan to work.

"Well at least the turrets are gone. Mind walking me out? Preferably with a pistol to my head?" she had an unfortunate run in with the Red Runners before. Now, she could probably consider it a more fortunate one. Jynx's face and body twisted in proportion, 'clothes' shifted and turned into something more rugged. By the end of it Jynx had the look of a hard-drinking, hulk of a cyborg man with a talent for 'keeping an eye' on people.
"Better do this quick, shouldn't be long before they figure out that he's still at the port. And also because I can't stand being this ugly."

Unbeknownst to her,the man she had become was participating in a drunken brawl and was probably getting his face kissed by somebody else's knuckles.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: SURFACE OF BASSADRO
ALLIES: ONE SITH, [member="Jynx"]
ENEMIES: RED RUNNERS
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO

Ghorua smiled amiably when [member="Cable Shike"]'s ships took out a chunk of the wall. That was their way in. They just had to get there.

Ghorua had a moment to breathe as the pirates recovered. The Herglic stared down at Jynx with a raised eyebrow as she said to walk her out with a pistol to her head. What good would that do? Then she began to morph, into a taller man, with obvious cybernetic implants, and the pieces began to fall into place. "Ah! You're a shapeshifter! I haven't met one of you yet! At least, I don't think I have." Ghorua nodded affirmatively, took out one of his pistols, grabbed her form roughly, and held her up, pistol to the back of her head.

The pirates on the wall stuck out their blasters at the sight of them, but stopped, confused and angry. They seemed to recognize whatever sorry sap Jynx was. They kept their blasters trained on the pair, but they didn't fire. Yet. Apparently, there was some honor in the scum after all.

The Herglic's massive hand was around Jynx's waist, lifting her in front of the Hunter's bulk. They inched forward. Ghorua called out, bellowing across the volcanic field. "One false move, boys, and your friend here gets blasted sky high!"

Once they were three or so meters from the broken wall, the one of the men above, presumably the 'pirate captain', shouted out. "Oh, screw it! Light 'em up!" The pirates began to fire down on Jynx and the Shark. With extremely fast reflexes, Ghorua turned his body, shielding the Shi'ido from the fire. He felt the blaster bolts pepper his back uncomfortably, the heat blistering his skin. "Alright, up ya go!" Ghorua, with a heave, threw the woman/man up, and onto the wall, next to her 'allies'. He turned around quickly, firing the Spinster up at the Red Runners. The Herglic combat-rolled to the wall, and pressed his back up against it.

Alright, Ms. Shapeshifter, prove to me you're worth something.

 

[Jynx]

Objective: A
Allies: The OS, [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Enemies: Red Runners
Equipment: same xd

"Well what are you lot waitin' fer. Blow 'im to pieces!" Immediately after, she started ordering the men around, quickly asserting her presumed authority. She had seen the man before - the one she 'became'. But in no way did she remember the way in which he acted or spoke. He did look like the type, however, to remove consonant sounds and give orders at maximal volume whenever possible.

It seemed effective too. Almost like children pelting a particularly nice air-speeder, the gang members pressed themselves against the edge of the balcony trying to gain an angle on the Herglic. With no time to be wasted Jynx emerged a blade hidden on her body.

By the time they heard the blade draw one had already been decapitated - his head taking an awkward stumble off the stump of his neck and making a mess of the ground below. Waste no time. Jynx's blade made a cyclic motion around her head once again gaining momentum and tearing through the flesh of another. She cut them down from one side towards another, the convenient line of men seemed like a line of dummies with none daring to shoot lest they hit their own. Jumping in close she managed to impale one and quickly reposition to kick the next off the ramparts.

One left. He was an officer of sorts, having ordered the attack earlier. This one had no qualms with trying to shoot over the shoulders of his men, yet all he had now was an empty magazine and- Oh great a full suit of armour.
"Come on. Come get me!" a taunt.

She lunged forwards under his huge fist, gripping her the steel of her blade by both hands and slamming the handle into the helmet of his suit. The blunt force staggering him back as he tried to pull into a defensive position with both hands on the chest.

Jynx then pressed her advantage, swept at his feet - still trying to adjust his balance - and the big man fell. Once again, he tried to recover and get up but her foot was travelling with maximal force behind it slamming his head into the wall. And with a crack the man's limbs dropped, his breathing stopped and no longer heavy - just like the rest of them.

There were shouts downstairs, her fight hadn't exactly been subtle.
"Always more to do" She started making her way down the stairs, hopefully their attentions were now diverted towards the roof of their fort instead of where her ally was. The tight corridors would make her job slightly easier.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: A
Location: Paladin
Allies: OS/Mercenaries
Enemies: Red Runners/Affiliates

Situational reports from the surface of the world seemed to indicate that the mercenaries employed for the remainder of the operation had begun their assault against the Fortress. Scouts positioned throughout the magma dunes eyed hostile positions, and the damage done by their for-hire cohorts with excessive precision, noting every tactical shifting in the combat, and reporting it back to the Paladin. Meanwhile, the warship waited patiently, sitting upon the invisible wire of space. Officers maneuvered themselves fervently throughout the Bridge as they brought new information to their alien commander, and several others split off to prepare the landing parties that would soon be employed. "Sir. It appears that our allied forces have begun to breach the Fortress." There was something oft-putting about the simplicity within which that had been accomplished. Scorchrock was supposedly insanely fortified, and had survived many attacks since it's creation in the form of opposing pirates, and local imperialistic forces seeking to create new governments. To think that all it had taken was a band of mercenaries to insert themselves into the supposedly impenetrable structure spoke of deception.

Another report came, alerting the Arue'tii that the refugees located upon the world were being dealt with. He could feel sympathy with the people living in their villages, and genuinely wished that they would survive the ordeal, though he wouldn't be frustrated if they failed. Klaxon alarms suddenly filled the chamber with a loud blaring noise that seemed to rival the intensity of a great beast's shriek. The noise vanished out of the audible range with a few button presses, but the meaning of the alarms wasn't lost on Abelain. Suddenly, the reason behind why the attack had flown so smoothly thus far became evident. An amassed armada of assailant vessels flooded the previously open void of space, snuffing out stars as they moved across them. It was ragtag, and without the same manner of order that was commonly found in the One Sith fleets during their engagements, but it seemed that the fleet possessed enough tactical ability to position themselves in reasonably beneficial positions.

A flood of transport vessels launched off of the pirate vessels, and fell towards the planet with intense speed. The shuttles swarmed, marring the vibrant skyline with their presence; a hundred swarming mosquitoes moving to their prey. "Transports appear to be dropping additional 'Red' soldiers. They're moving to secure the Fortress." That was bad news for any of their forces that had managed to insert themselves into the compound, and it meant they would be attacked on two sides. "Launch the Hammer. Have them form a perimeter outside of the Fortress." The Hammer was the Paladin's own army of supersoldiers, and was commonly used to quell hostile threats that could not be defeated by the standard infantry of the One Sith. Speaking of standard infantry, a thought iterated through his mind that there was a secondary company aboard the vessel for the duration of the engagement. He couldn't quite remember their leader's name, but he was almost certain it was Alice... or perhaps Alyss?

It didn't matter in the slightest. "Alert the guest company that they may launch when ready, and to simply follow the lead of the Hammer." All the while, the only thought that continued to cross his mind was a question: Where were the other Sith?

[member="Jynx"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | Darth Venefica | [member="Alysha Sair"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Erilus"] | [member="Cable Shike"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]