Operation: Empire's Future - Sith Empire Tier 2 Dominion of Ord Trasi and Kol Huro

[Darth Carnifex]

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Aboard the Blade of Fate
Kanz Sector

It was finally all coming to a head.

Years of planning, years of moving pieces on the chessboard to their proper locations, and now at long last he had achieved what he had sought for so very, very long. Darth Carnifex was Dark Lord of the Sith in totality, and with his rallying cry to war he had hegemonized a majority of the Sith under the banner of a reborn Empire built upon the Sith Ascendancy. Old preconceptions were wiped away, and a new authority mandated as the former Ascendancy was made more centralized underneath the Dark Lord of the Sith. Now this renewed Sith force looked beyond its established borders, hungry at the prospect of territorial acquisition.

And they found several targets that looked particularly appetizing.

The planets of Ord Trasi and the Kol Huro system were valuable production planets, with the former possessing vast shipyards and the latter seven being dedicated factory worlds producing all sorts of weaponry, armor, and other technological wonders. Two battlegroups were created to tackle each region of space, one for Ord Trasi and another for the Kol Huro system.

Battlegroup Spear - Battlegroup Spear will be the vanguard of the Sith Empire's expansion into the region, driving hard and deep into the Kol Huro system to occupy the factory worlds in a brutal blitzkrieg fashion. Preliminary scouting reports detailed that the worlds were divided by brutal authoritarian regimes who fought and squabbled over the immense resources laid right at their feet. This is a gross misuse of potential, and the Empire must move quickly to secure these planets for itself.

Battlegroup Dagger - Battlegroup Dagger is essentially considered less important than its counterpart, but it still serves a function in the overall operation being carried out by the Empire. While Spear moves ahead to secure the Kol Huro system, Dagger will move in behind to secure the shipyards at Ord Trasi. The acquisition of the means of production is paramount to feed the war machine of the Empire for its inevitable confrontation with its galactic enemies near and far.

The Dark Lord has dispatched both with all haste to carry out his will, and as we bring this recap to a close the war fleets of the Empire materialize over their chosen destinations.

Ready for War.​

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1/27​

 

[Flora Burn]

Location: Space
Objective: TBD
Allies: The Sith Empire
Post count: 1

Flora Burns was here with as part Darth Banshee task force, she now taken the mantel Lord of Wrath. The fleet composed of mainly ships from her master shipyard, which was the usually the case, as this gave her master more money and prestige. She was checking the coms for the final decision on which world they where going to assult, this was it the sith are united with one aim in mind the conquest of galaxy. This was about time, she saw all droids load and ready. Her duty was the get force on the ground and then help secure the space above.

As the last of ships took formation, she waited for the order, it came and part task force, received it's coded signal. Then she gave a nod to helms men, they had no idea where they coming out, but they would soon be their, and then it was all guns blazing. She stood to watch as the stars began to turn into lines, as ship made the jump to light speed. She smiled and waited, for she no idea where she was coming out at, but glory awaited for THE EMPIRE.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Droid freighter ship
Objective: Battle Group Dagger
Allies: The Sith Empire
Post count: 2

Darth banshee had not told her crew or anyone under her command, where they where going. The reason was simple, if they did not know, they could not alert the enemy accidentally or otherwise. She planned to seize the ship yards at Ord Trasi, this would be used to help build some bigger ships later. Her plan was simple, they expected a droid delivery, they where going to get wrong droids delivered. After she landed and began her assult to secure them, her fleet would come in above and secure the space and launch fighters to help them if needed.

She new her personal fleet commander was helping that task, but would arrive moments after the assult had begun. Her droids where not going to be stealthy, they where going to drive any opponent away with sheer noise, and then see who came out the wood work to show any opposition to her attack. She did wonder what forces they may have to defend the planet with, but what ever it was, it would not be enough. This was the sith empire and it could take what ever it wanted, nothing could stand in their way again.

NOW WAS THE TIME OF THE SITH!
THE LIGHT SIDE WAS GOING TO DRIVEN BACK ONCE AND FOR ALL!

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Location: Ord Trasi Space
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post: 1

Tucked in the various nebuli of the Ord Trasi system, was the massive battlecruiser simply known as The Technicolor Beat. Its massive black exterior was contrasted heavily by the raging party in its core, but even that was eclipsed by the demeanor taken by the crew in the fore of the vessel. Each man and woman was hard at work at their various computers while the overseeing AI, Cybele, kept to her various systems with a quiet hum over the intercom.

In the luxurious captain's chair, sat The Slave; comforted by the soft foreign leathers and furs that were brought from various parts of the galaxy only to be mounted in the vessels cockpit. In truth, it cost a bit more than most of the singular parts that went into the ship’s creation, but that was neither here nor there as he sat cocked to the side with a leg over the arm support.

With a hand supporting his chin and an extremely bored expression plastered on his face, the alabaster man relaxed in his unprofessional opinion as the ship krept through the darkness. They’d been there for weeks already, firing upon singular capital vessels and knocking them out of the fight in a single strike before zipping off through otherspace to some unknown destination. Yet, despite the beauty that was the godkiller that was the ship, there was a faint boredom in it that kept him from truly enjoying himself.

Perhaps it was just too easy.

Still, as the AI overhead sang its tune and the clicking of holo keys set a fictitious metronome; he waited for some sort of command to be handed down as to what exactly he was supposed to do now that the rest of the fleets were showing up. At the end of the day, he wasn’t really in this for the authority or patriotism of it, but perhaps the glory of it all. Not to mention the chance at an escort fleet for his flagship afterall.

 

[Malok]

BLADE OF FATE
Command Throne

The tremor beneath their feet signified their arrival.

At once, the Bridge was a blur. The Dark Lord's will was carried out through orders barked about the room. Coordinates were uttered over the comm, alerts blared over the speakers...the Sith Empire had come at last. As the bridge hurried about facilitating the Imperial offensive, a single Sith Lord remained still. He was frozen, gaze fixated upon the deity seated before him. Darth Metus took in the moment - the instant of the Dark Lord's return to dominance. He studied his face: burning the triumphant scowl into his mind. A large part of him was proud that he had played a part in seeing the Titan's rule solidified. A large part was elated to be his Son. Yet...

A small part of him.

One buried underneath decades of repression.

Craved.

But now was not the time, nor place. Now was the time to look at the greater picture. Now was the time to see the Light trampled underfoot. Now was the time for Sith supremacy. Thus did the sulphuric gaze of the Son retreat from the face of the Father. Descent...nay...submission gripped his form until Darth Metus was knelt upon one knee. His head lowered in tandem, a show of respect and obedience to the one that would usher the Darkness. For a moment, the storm of the Bridge was deaf upon his ears. For that moment, all that mattered was the will of the Dark Lord.

"Father." he breathed. His voice a cold hiss from behind a helm of iron. "For so long, I have suppressed myself. For so long...I have played a Mandalorian when my heart beat as Sith. I am strong. I am capable. But there is much I have to learn."

His gaze lofted up, meeting the Tyrant's gaze.

"Show me the Path. Teach me what I lack."

And with this utterance did the Sith Lord fall silent.

[member="Darth Carnifex"], I / XXVII

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Post: 1/27.
Objective: Battlegroup Spear.
Location: Unnamed Phasma-Class Infiltrator, En Route to the Kol Huro System.


Blissful silence felt as if it was weighing down upon his shoulders, a welcome sensation as he allowed his mind to drift and thought to run free. With no disruptions and no disturbances to distract him, Lykos' focus was upon the Force, watching it coil and dance as the cloud of Darkness seemed to spread its way across the tapestry the Force wove, smoke-formed fingers reaching out in dominance for what was theirs. Conflict would follow in their wake, dissonance and strife, but from that chaos evolution would be born, strength and progress pushing forwards under the Sith's guidance. Chaos, conflict, war. In the end, all aspects served to only strengthen those that they effected, pushed them to become more than what they were, to shed the weight of who they were.

Opening his single eye, amber gaze locking with the streaked lines synonymous with hyperspace, Darth Lykos halted his efforts to deaden the majority of his senses. The vibrations running through the ship's body were felt once more, the hum of the engine able to be felt through his bared feet. The scent of the ship's air, possessing the slight staleness that he had come to associate with it, stung at his nose. The press of leather against his back as he sat in the cockpit of the Phasma.

Turning his attention away from the Force and the potential futures that had danced before his mental gaze, Lykos instead reran his current objective through his mind once more, ensuring that no detail that needed to be addressed was left out. With the Sith unified for the first time that he could remember - that is, unified without the poison of arrogance that he had witnessed within the One Sith - it was time for them to declare themselves to the Galaxy once more, time to show the Light the strength of the Dark. Now was the time for expansion. With the Dark Lords sights set upon eclipsing the Light, the first move of the new-born empire was to invade and gain dominion over the planet of Ord Trasi and her shipyards along with the resource rich system of Kol Huro. With Ord Trasi in their wake, Kol Huro would be next to bear witness to the might of the Empire.

With each of the planets ruled with a clenched fist by the authoritarian regimes that controlled them, regimes that squabbled and fought amongst themselves to try and control more planets than their one of seven, they were in the prime position to be toppled and brought under the influence of the Sith; their resources used to bolster the Empire's forces. Lykos' objective was upon Kol Huro V. The planet was chosen for no particular reason, his choice guided by nothing but chance, but it was his target none the less. His goal: to eliminate those with positions of power upon the planet. Let the regime be without a head, let it flounder and weaken so that the Empire could step in to reassert the needed control.

Feeling the vibrations around him come to an end as the Phasma dropped out of hyperspace, Lykos pulled himself out of the mire that could his mind could sometimes be and focused on the present instead. Beginning the descent towards the planet, cloaked to the best of the Phasma's efforts, Lykos reached out along one of the Force Bonds tethered to him, speaking into the mind of his Hand, Gvibr.

'You now have full command of The Rakosta. Use it as you see fit to accomplish the objectives of this conquest.' Trusting that he had trained her well enough, engraved her loyalty upon her soul deep enough, Lykos chose to elaborate his orders no further. Instead, he allowed a feral smirk to cross his lips in anticipation for what was to come. Conquest had come to Kol Huro.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Post: [01/20]
Location: Ord Trasi, Shipyards
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

It was a bleak, tiny little waiting room. Aside from some uncomfortable benches and potted plants, the only thing of worth was the viewport. It was a big old window, showcasing the terrible emptiness of space. Well, you could see the moons, so the view wasn't that miserable. Ish. Maybe if a couple of giant, barren rocks without any atmosphere in space was what you needed to liven up the view, the view wasn't really worth having in the first place. Derrenger stared out the window anyway, bored out of his skull. The Trandoshan did not enjoy talking to people. The other folks that were waiting in the room, three Syndicate Enforcers and Grigori, were basically not even there as far as he was concerned.

And then the ships started falling in from hyperspace, populating the viewport with dozens of doom triangles. Star destroyers. Recently minted Sith Empire. Derrenger snarled disdainfully. "What time is it?" He asked. When he didn't heart a response, he looked towards Grigori. The Sakiyan was engrossed in his datapad, typing something feverishly. "Grigori."

Grigori sniffed and looked up. "Ah, yes. Hello?"

"What time is it?"

A pause, then Grigori looked at his datapad again. "Uhhh, nineteen hundred hours. Local time. Well, where we left the shuttle, I mean."

Derrenger frowned. "Empire's on schedule. Why aren't we? Where's the egghead?"

Grigori blinked a few times and put some puzzle pieces together. "Oh! I must have - they are being here? Already? Or, not already. We were told when, I must have, ah, been losing track of the time. Yes, where is... Where is the engineer?"

The Trandoshan's glare could have melted steel if that sort of thing were at all possible.

"Oh! You asked me, well, you are being right. He should have finished by now. We go check."

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Location: Aboard the DLS Retribution, en-route to Kol Huro
Objective: Participate in Battlegroup Spear
Post Count: 1/20

The fires of industry ever enrage the inferno of war, Tirdarius mused, watching the swirling blue-white lights of the Hyperspace conduit through which the Sith fleet flung itself forward into territory as yet untouched by their wrath. And yet there are moments when you can just stop to enjoy a moment of peace before the tumult of the conflict ahead. Now was just such a moment: it was the deep breath before the plunge, that moment where you could almost feel free and at peace, a half-second before the Dark gripped your heart once more, and dragged you back into the flames, to burn along with a Galaxy.

The battle fleet was headed to Kol Huro, to once more grasp at the fires that would consume them all, thus to spread the will of the Dark Lord and advance the newly-minted Empire towards their ultimate goal: the moment where their shadows might eclipse the Light, and teach a lesson decades in the making. The peoples living in the system ahead had nothing to do with their war: they cared for neither Jedi nor Sith, but focused their toil upon acquisition and industry. They would create with one hand, and reap the fruits of their labours with the other. But war leaves none untouched: it taints all, whether they wish it or not. Neutrality was a joke. Staying out of it was a joke. Sooner or later, the wars comes, and you may either join it, or be destroyed by it.

Those were the options that now faced the planets of Kol Huro.

Seeing the Ascendancy give way to the new Empire had been a blow, it was true - and within a silent heartbeat, there were moments where Tirdarius knew he might yet regret it - but they were forging forward with an energy that had long been needed among the Sith. A quiet enterprise in the far reaches of space could not quell the desire to see the Galaxy kneel before them, to see order and discipline once more restored, and to see the Light quelled, that all might know the lies of the Jedi, and recognise that the chaos of the Galaxy was the only real truth, and that only standing behind the Sith might offer any measure of safety from that storm. All we demand in return is everything. It was, he felt, a small price to pay.

A warning from the navigation officer standing within the command pit to his left alerted Tirdarius that they were reaching their destination: the whirling lights of hyperspace and the peaceful meditation they offered would soon be eclipsed by the military machine demanding that they move ever forward. The tension on the bridge was a soft whisper in the back of his mind, the anxiety of not knowing what waited on the other side, pushed back by the discipline of military training, and the rigid adherence to command structure that so defined the lives of everyone aboard. These are brave men and women who ride with us into the fire, knowing they may not survive the conflagration, but believing it better than running from it. Many of them could die this day, and Tirdarius knew well that their sacrifice could not be allowed to go unnoticed.

The sounding of an alarm: a short, sharp shrill tone announced a change in the hyperspace engines, shutting down and reverting to the simpler sublight ion engines. The vibrantly-swirling blue-white light vanished, contracting to a pinprick of light against a background of eternal darkness, punctuated only by other small dots, and their target: a world hanging there in space, serene, rotating slowly, unaware of what was coming towards it. Other pinpricks appeared beside the ship, each another mighty vessel of war: amalgamations of men and machinery, all coming forth under singular purpose to commandeer that which was needed to drive the Empire forward.

And so it begins.

"All stations to battle readiness," he said softly, stormy-grey eyes locking with those of the ship's captain, a man that had served under him through Empire and Ascendancy, and now once more under an Imperial flag. The order was unnecessary, the crew alert and prepared, but the routine was comfortable, for all concerned. "Launch our fighter screen, and have troop transports loaded for disembarkation. And my shuttle prepared." The Sith Lord nodded in acknowledgement of the unspoken question: rare was it that he left the ship during times of battle, working alongside a crew long familiar with his presence. But the wetwork would be down on the planet, and that was where he must be. "The ship is yours, Captain. Keep it in one piece, so I may return to it."

Turning with a short sharp motion, his long dark robes flowing around him, the Sith Lord headed away from the Bridge, for where the shuttles would await. The tension was palpable now: the officers keen to impress and be seen to do their work smoothly; below decks, the troopers finishing their equipment checks, buckling on armour and tightening the fastenings; checking their weapons and loading them with appropriate ammunition, knowing that soon they would be called to action. Only a fool feels no fear in the face of the unknown. They knew their jobs, but that was not sufficient to quell the misgivings that started in their gut and would only be diminished once the work was done. As well it should: soldiers who fear death will live longer than those who ignore their instincts.

All that would remain was for the Dark Lord himself to give the orders: on his go, the transports would deploy, the fighters would follow to screen them from any defenses, and the vast destroyers would rain fire down upon static emplacements to ensure the lives of their people. Ships would descend like a metal storm upon the surface of the world before them, and all that stood before them would be swept away, if Carnifex so desired it.

What remained to be seen was whether they would bend with the wind, or be swept aside by it. Only time would tell, but the outcome would be the same, in any case: the Empire would plant their flag over this world. It was the sole certainty of this little adventure.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
[1/27]

The system of Kol Huro was known for several things, but only two were relevant right this moment.

One was its tendency towards autocratic rule and the other was the fact that each world was completely geared towards the production of equipment that could support a fledgling war machine. Sadly the former was currently being assaulted by ideas of freedom, liberty and the democratic rule of the people. How it had come so far was beyond Lord Saarai, but come far it had. The government of Kol Huro I (the inner most world of the system and de facto capital) was under assault of several guerrilla outfits and even certain parts of the army had rebelled against it. For this reason Kol Huro had requested the assistance of the Sith Empire.

But assistance always came at a price.

Especially assistance drawn from the Sith in a covert manner. Several freighters, nondescript and with all the necessary permits, landed in the main space port of Kol Huro I. Once the landing protocols finished, the ramp would descend and make way towards figures detaching themselves from the ships, before mixing with the crowd bustling back and forth the port.

Every one of them had a purpose, a goal, a mission that they had to complete to ensure the success of the overall operation.

One of the sentients moving away from the freighters was Lord Saarai. The Thirriken frowned slightly, clicking his beak twice while trying to ignore the repugnant smell weaving itself through the air, but it was difficult.

It was not a surprise - after all, factory worlds weren't exactly known for their atmospheric purity.

With long strides the Sith Lord moved towards his goal - they had uncovered a secretive meeting between several ring leaders of the uprising, they weren't the main leaders. But perhaps they would divulge some useful information with the proper persuasion. From there they would hopefully be able to solve this problem.

Before it could wake up bigger issues down the line.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I​

Objective: Observe​

Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"]​

(1/27)​

The last year had been strange.

But then, the masked figure didn't have much else to compare it to.

She'd been on Kol Huro for almost a week now, the rumblings reverberating through the galaxy bringing her here. She had kept her ear to the ground regarding the Sith since she had left the clutching hands of her creator, shedding the connection there like a too tight skin she had no further need of. The day he had tried to use his own heart ache and the heart ache of her predecessor as a chisel to change the face of her psyche, that had been the day she knew that she could not trust him.

While she had one ally she could have gone to, instead she had disappeared into the swirl of life, drawing her force presence in tight and small around her. Exploring both the galaxy around her, but also the infinite space within. All of the power, the knowledge of the original, existed, neither truly created nor truly destroyed, simply waiting to be uncovered again. She had spent the year in uncovering, but also honing her body back to the knife's edge it had been.

No. That had not, after all, been her body. That one had belonged to another. And yet it felt right, natural even to train physically as hard as mentally.

There was no one to give her the title of Lord, no ceremony to mark the elevation.

But she didn't need it.

When the time came, she knew.

She did not take the name given to her predecessor. It wasn't hers to take. Instead, she chose her own, and settled it, along with the mask she now wore, over her visage before returning to civilization.

Cloaked and masked, middling height and boyish figure, it wasn't clear from the outside if the dark figure was young or old, male or female, human.... or not. It suited her just fine. The vocoder only help with that, and as far as was possible, she sunk into the anonymity with a comfort she rarely allowed herself.

She was here now, because a number of sources said this was where she ought to be. The sith were doing something, something more than scrabbling for scraps or petty murder. They were finally trying again to build something.

And that interested her.

A flash of white feathers against dull stone caught her attention. Just a moment and then gone again. It took only a moment to decide to follow, a grey shadow on rooftop level. If Lord Tai Fa was involved in this venture, this new blending of Sith, well, that only recommended it all the more.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Jacob Crawford"] (ostensibly) [member="Darth Saarai"]

She always enjoyed such missions, when she got to play a new role, something fresh and new, that would allow her the chance to hone the skills her master taught her even more. Case in point, with the evolution of the Sith Ascendancy into something more, growing into a new empire, Kol Huro had been placed firmly within the Dark Lord's sights. Her master had been very clear in what she was to do: assist the new Sith Empire as it grew stronger in anyway she could until her master could make a more public return.

So that how she found herself, not testing a new Sithspawn or embarking on another mission for her master, going along with the new Lord of Truth on a mission to Kol Huro timed to coincide with the invasion. The some of the autocrats on the planet were facing an insurgency, something that she loved nothing better than putting down. It was such a thrill to destroy these small groups as they hoped to challenge the might that was the Sith. In this case, while the Darth Saarai was going off on his own objective, Eldaah was going with another member of the Inquisitors on another.

A few strokes of keys on her wristpad, and her probe droids were off to find where these insurgents were keeping the bulk of their weapons and resources. Until they reported in, she had an arm looped around this Jacob's arm, and was moving through the crowd like any couple. All to keep any watchful eyes off of them, to give her probe droids time to find what they needed... then they could really go to work.

 

[NightSister]

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Location: Kol Huro
Objective: Eclipse the Light. With Fashion.
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Post 1/27

Sith Knight. Former Jedi. Loyal ally, fierce enemy. Aria Vale was many things, had been many things, and would surely be many more.

But businesswoman was not one she'd expected to ever be adding to that list.

All the same, the slender Echani strode through the hustle of Kol Huro's streets dressed from head to toe like exactly that. Unruly waves had been made sleek, pulled tightly back and piled on top of her head; her wardrobe had become several shades more upscale; the woman even seemed taller, courtesy of a pair of heels that from this high up, felt frankly absurd.

They had come up with the idea only very recently and though it had been entertaining at first to consider, it had occurred to the group at large that there was profit to be had from such a thing. Imperia'd had her own experiences within the world of business (quite different from this one, of course, not that Aria liked to go into detail on the less pretty aspects of the latter Sith's livelihood) and she had been more than happy to impart her wisdom upon the other women. It took consideration and incredulity and still more laughter, but they'd come up with an idea that truly seemed feasible.

When the Sith Empire - still fresh into the galaxy and still far from having earnt Aria's full loyalty, but showing undeniable promise - had taken to Kol Huro to spread their influence, the Valkyries had seen their opportunity and gone for it.

And so Aria moved through the tightly packed crowds seamlessly as she neared the small building that was her target, holding herself with the grace of one far more used to how these things work. She'd found a few suppliers who, as word had it, were exceptionally tolerant of their potential partners' allegiances - she and whichever Valkyries could make it had arranged to meet with those suppliers at Graf's Caf, see what they could sort out over tea.

She found her way into the coffee shop, sitting down where she recognised those present.

"Good afternoon," she was greeted by the woman opposite, a tall brunette woman with a cultured accent. "Miss Vale?"

"It's nice to meet you," she replied breezily, nodding at the question. "Shall I order drinks?"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Objective: Acquire fine art.
Location: The Erudita


So the Sith had come to their senses; the infighting had seized and the hateful eyes were turned out at the galaxy at large, the way Krayt intended it – The way Bane envisioned it – The way the Dark Lord had willed it. There were boons to her commitment to this coming Empire. Hands gloved in soft leather now caressed the arms of the control throne to one of them. Some would say it was a bribe. Perhaps they were right.

The Erudita was not a subtle vessel, but it had other virtues. Most importantly, it was somewhere to dock her more devious vehicles; a home, a sanctuary, a shield to complement her fine-pointed favourite: The Phasma-Class.

“Filiae, you are to remain on board the Erudita while Darling and I descend. I want you to familiarise yourself with the mechanics, the way you do.” A knowing smile danced upon her lips.

The cyborg Chiss bowed her head and put her hand to her heart in a sign of respect to her master. When Nethil looked up again, her eyes were positively glowing with excitement.

“I will not fail you, Csen’ai.“

With a jerk of her head, Ophidia summoned the old piloting droid, Darling, to walk with her. He had been with her for as long as Darth Filiae, but seen far more of the action. Darling and the Phasma were so well acquainted they might as well share a computer core. The old clanker followed the Pale Assassin as she strode to her Phasma. He was the first one in, as usual – A safety precaution.

“Take me down, Darling.”

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
[1/27]

Amongst his the trials and tribulations, finding a place to situate himself and begin his experiments. Jacob had been watching, he had been listening.

The galaxy was a big place, with a lot of moving pieces that either made a lot of noise or none at all. And there were those that kept a watchful eye on things, stretching an ear out to hear whispers and murmurs amongst the chaos. A sudden shift in two factions did not go entirely unnoticed, even to someone like Jacob who had for a while now, kept his nose out of such matters. But there had been something about this one, enough so that it had pulled him away to investigate. That was how he had discovered it; the Sith Empire. Or more specifically, the Saaraishash.

It had been a chance encounter with [member="Darth Saarai"] that had sealed the deal. The conversation had been both enlightening and oddly amusing, given it had been Jacob's first time meeting a Thirriken. Discussions on skillsets and queries on joining had a large part of the talking, ultimately ending with at least a good impression being made. As he was soon welcomed into their ranks, as an Inquisitor.

And it seemed there would be no idle time, as the group were to be dispatched on a mission. Kol Huro I was to be their target, and they were to be the serpents to sneak undiscovered and pry the uprising by the roots. He was amongst the others on the freighters, moving like ghosts the moment the ramps had been lowered. While their Lord Inquisitor had his own goal, so too did they all. Although Jacob was not alone on his.

He walked through the crowds with Eldaah, the pale beauty whose arm was currently hooked around his left. While he hadn't voiced it, Jacob found the situation amusing. It was not something he imagined he'd ever find himself in, but it was not unpleasant. That and he saw the wisdom and merit in blending in. With a uprising going on, there were eyes always watching for any potential attack. With Eldaah's probe droids now in play it was a matter of waiting, and Jacob used that time to peer into what minds he could as they passed by. The civilians were tense, their minds abuzz with the usual rubbish that filled it. There was no direct contact meaning he couldn't look any deeper, resigned only to hear the annoying chatter that lingered on the outskirts of their minds; like the constant rattling of chains.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Post: [02/20]
Location: Ord Trasi, Shipyards
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

The doors opened before them, and the whole squad meandered calmly into one of the many research centers on board the shipyards. Alarms were now blaring, threatening to suffocate the lot of them under an obnoxious din. Various scientists were scrambling around, clutching folders and datapads to their chests. They were trying to figure out what to take with them and what not. Maybe they were going to destroy most of it. Derrenger did not quite care. He scanned the immediate area with narrowed eyes, sniffing the air. They were only here for the contracted work of one engineer, not the engineer himself. Although they had, of course, been instructed to offer him evacuation if he wanted it.

But as of now they couldn't find him.

Someone tried darting by the assembled team, but Grigori grabbed them by the arm. "Pardoning me, have you been seeing Doctor Bokevni?"

She stared at him, more outraged than frightened. Grigori looked goofy alright: bald head, pointy ears, pointy teeth. She'd have changed her tune if she knew his rap sheet as a skilled assassin, but seeing as they didn't have much time to go over details, she was just indignant. "Excuse me?"

Derrenger was more intimidating to look at by far, even if he lacked Grigori's finesse in melee combat. Once she made eye contact with the Trandoshan she paled a little. "Where's Doctor Bokevni?"

"Oh, he's... He left? Couple minutes before- can you let go of me?" Grigori released her arm, muttering an apology. "He ran out. Seemed pretty panicked. Like he knew..."

Alright, the Doctor had flown the coop on them. Not unusual. They didn't need the doctor, though. Just the schematics.

"Where's his workstation?"

"Over there," said the scientist, indicating a terminal in the far corner of the room. The one that had its view-screen punched in and was sparking erratically. Derrenger looked back at her and grunted with annoyance. She threw up her hands. "I said he seemed panicked. Not like we had time to stop him, the alarms-"

Derrenger was already storming past her, prompting Grigori and the Syndicate goons to follow after him. It was always something with these people.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Droid freighter ship
Objective: Battle Group Dagger
Allies: The Sith Empire
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The freighters came out hyper space, the shipyard owners said Get down ASAP, some of the other parts of the planet seem to be under attack. You may need to abort so be prepared to jump, so far it seems we are in the clear. She smiled and thought, Yes so far you are! Then replied to him, in polite but concerned voice, Roger that, we come in fast, so not to pick up any possible tails. The freighters of droids descended quickly, she could see the flickers of flames from the ships hull due to speed they descend. As they came down she moved to freighter doors, ready to come out with her droids. They landed on their designated landing pad, with a bit of thud, it jerked her around a bit. As soon as she got her footing, a knock came on freighter door, it echoed around the inside of the hold, as droids came to life. She few thousand with her, and the second attack was about to begin.

The hissing noise inevitably came, as the freighter doors opened, this was caused by two different air pressure equalizing, she liked this noise, as it meant time for action. As doors opened she saw couple dock worker look upon her and droids in horror. She then lit up her violet coloured saber staff, then they could more droids, and they began lifting up their guns. They ran, they ran for their lives. She was not bothered about killing dock workers, she need to secure this facility for empire. She marched out with her droids, as she did she saw the local security guard look on in horror, and drop his weapons. She knew the local armed force would be soon enough, she need the layout of these shipyards. She head to the office, and her droids spread out.

This bit was done without even shot being fired, it was liked they already knew, The Empire had taken their world from them, and their was nothing they could do about it at all.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: Corner the fashion business
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Darth Imperia"]
Post: 1/27

When Kaalia had brought together the group that would become the Valkyries back on the planet of Selvaris, this was not what she expected they would do in the slightest. Dressed in an outfit that was many leagues above what she would normally wear, the heels slightly uncomfortable despite the fact this wasn't the first time she had worn a pair, the redhead walked next to Aria, musing over the opportunity that was laid out in front of them. Imperia was the one who had experience in the businessworld and the plan that was laid out by her seemed most lucrative, but it was still a very odd thing to the woman. She often participated in the laughter during the planning stages as she found humor in the situation the group had found themselves in, but complain she most definitely did not. As weird as the idea was to her, curiosity was what drove her to participate. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

So, with the Sith Empire's arrival, so did the Valkyries. Today they would not bring judgment on the battlefield, but they would do something completely different. They had made their way towards a coffee shop to meet with suppliers to get the ball rolling. Despite not often slipping into the role of a professional she easily shifted her language into something formal befitting the setting would the situation ask for it. The bubbly laughter was replaced with a friendly yet professional facial expression as she readjusted her bracelet. She was excited to show the business she helped create to [member='Ishana Pavanos'], but she had kept it a surprise for now.

When Graf's Caf came into sight the small group made their way inside. Kaalia simply followed Aria, seeing she was the one who had set up the meeting, and sat down much like the echani did. She shook hands and went to introduce herself. "Kaalia Voldaren, one of miss Vale's business partners."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Orbit above Kol Huro I - The Eldritch
Objective: Eclipse the Light. Literally.
Allies: Sith [member="Jacob Crawford"] [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Kith Verloren"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Darth Lykos"]
Enemies: Not Sith
Post Count: 1

Unseen, even by the allied vessels of the united Sith Empire, the Bane of the Black Sea drifted through the emptiness, a cursed construct blessed by the darkness. The personal ship of the Mindeater was not a gigantic monstrosity, no indestructible bringer of war and destruction, but a ghostly specter like the being who commanded it. While the rest of the fleet awaited the call of the dark lord to rain down the wrath of the sith onto the world below, the Eldritch was already descending down towards the atmosphere, obscured by shadows and deception.

During the time of the last great sith empire, The One Sith, Abyss had stood as a lowly acolyte almost until the end. Only during the final days he rose as the Last Knight of the One Sith, a figure of both glory and notoriety among those he commanded. His mask was the symbol that marked the last days of the empire, the one thing the soldiers clawed to as they rained fire and destruction upon the worlds they once had been dedicated to defend. Then when only ash was left the mask faded from sight, the man wearing it fading into obscurity. While the uncaring streams of time continued to flow with indifference the last knight rose in the shadows, gathered influence, power and wisdom, awaiting the time to emerge another time to finish what he had started. Back then he had been nothing more than a warlord, but now he was something more, something way beyond the fragile boundaries of reality. The sith, the jedi and anyone else unlucky enough to be caught in the age of his rise would learn that it was wise to fear him.

In the ritual chamber of his cursed pirate ship stood the equally cursed pirate king, an eldritch husk composed out of twisted wood and arcane steel, held together only by forbidden alchemy and untamed hunger, the Warlocks of Malachor gathered around him. The room was filled by the scent of various burning incenses and herbs mixed together, while crushed plants and bones were occasionally thrown into the green flames. Ichor was flowing freely inside the chamber, the witches and warlocks keeping it contained by the arcane arts of the nightsisters.

Then the staff in Abyss right stomped on the ground, drums of war falling into the crude rhythm right after. The Tainted Chorus began to blast through the room, the song of storms lead by the otherworldly echo of the Mindeater's voice. The green smoke began to gather around the staff in his hands, as the power of his Warlocks, the summoned Ichor and his own unified into a maelstrom of arcane might.

"Waytha ara quetha way. Waytha ara quetha way. Waytha ara quetha way. Waytha ara quetha way!"

On the surface a cold wind would suddenly begin to blow, a slight breeze that danced over the world as the emissary of the chaos that would follow. Dark clouds began to gather on the horizon, messengers of the corrupted influence that would consume the world below them.

The darkness had called and he had answered.

Eclipse the Light.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​Location: Aboard the Hammer of Bastion​, Kanz Sector
Objective: ​Battlegroup Spear
Post: 1/27

​After all these years finally they would return.

​So many years of planning, scheming, building had finally come to fruition with the Sith Empire finally belonging once more to his nephew, mentor, and close friend [member="Darth Carnifex"]. It was exhilarating to see them all kneel before their Dark Lord, everything they had worked so hard for finally coming true. To make it even sweeter they were finally 'coming home' to the Empire's ancestral territory. For Darth Prazutis it felt like it was yesterday when the Old Empire began to wither and die, with enemies closing in around all sides. He could still remember when he left Dromund Kaas for the last time standing next to Emperor Zambrano on the bridge of his destroyer. The entire ship was as silent as a tomb by the lords command, and for what felt like hours he just stood there staring out into space. Kaine didn't even need to say anything for him to feel the rage, the frustration boiling beneath the surface as everything came crashing down around them. But even back then his master seemed to see the future with the only words he spoke.

​"We will return."

​The Dark Titan sat high on a command throne in the bridge of his flagship the Darr Itah-Class Grand Battlecruiser Hammer of Bastion positioned right alongside the Blade of Fate in the Imperial Fleet that was Battlegroup Spear. They would overwhelm the defenses of these independent authoritarian regimes, crushing all opposition beneath the full firepower of their ships. Lord Admiral Thaddeus Krell moved up and down the walkway giving out orders to ship and fleet alike, while the Dark Lord watched. "All ships have checked in my lord." ​Krell said. Darth Prazutis reached out through the force and through his deep connection with Kaine he crept into his mind with a telepathic message. "All ships have checked in. You were right all those years ago you knew this day would come, our return, set the dogs loose."

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Empires rise and fall.​

Alkor had watched many ideas blossom and bear fruit, only to wither and die away as large egos clashed and those who once worked together fell to infighting. He was jaded at the prospect of drawing his blades and spilling blood to feed another seedling behemoth. It was the grand vision of [member="Darth Carnifex"] that convinced him. This was not simply a renewal of Sith power, or a consolidation. No.

The Dark Lord aspired to something far greater.

Alkor was starved for worthy combat, and his darkened heart raged for the destruction he once wrought. This new galaxy, tattered and torn apart by time, plague, and ideologies was a weaker one. Only the strong deserved to persist into the future. Those who feared or rejected the darkness sought to deny them their birthright, and preserve weakness through government.

This darkness that had called Alkor home would smash that collective weakness.

It had already begun its first move. The Kol Huro system was renown for its natural resources, and for the bounty it continued to yield. Kaine called the Lords of the Sith together in a clandestine meeting and unified their efforts, and they had deemed these worlds worthy to become the first example of their might.

Kaine had felt the contempt that dripped from Alkor like acid. He tasted the great desire for war, and he could feel the anticipation as it permeated the Jen'jidai. As a reward for his decision to support the Sith, and as a test of his ability, it had been decreed that the Dark Jedi would lead the spearhead into Kol Huro, and he would cull the bickering regimes that stood between them and their prize.

And so, Alkor stood near the helm of the Blade of Fate, next to the Dark Lord himself and his Brother, [member="Darth Metus"]. They looked on as their Warfleet dropped out of Hyperspace over the seven warring worlds, all of them blissfully ignorant to their impending end.

Metus spoke to Carnifex, but Alkor stared down at the fragile world of Kol Huro I transfixed. Already, the Sith had poured resources and agents onto the world. Already, they were at work, and would poison all hope and prosperity that the former governance might have promised.

When hopelessness set in, they would cut the head off the serpent.

And the Darkness would grow.

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