Operation: Something Something Darkside - The Search For A Better Dominion Title [TSE Dom of Ord Rad

[Hailey Sosis]

After her overlord [member="Darth Carnifex"] looked upon his cohort, she felt pride in her work. This was her job and she good at it, she liked killing in name off the Emperor. After his gaze left her, she got up and moved outside the manor, along with other members his cohort. This was to leave him and his concubine in peace, possibly wore the mask so no one would recognise her, to stop gossip. She bet the woman was [member="Darth Banshee"], she was trying get power, and this maybe one of the ways. As she got outside she sat on a corpse, as they made good seats, did corpse if not to messed up. She then sent a selfie of herself, to [member="Isabella Fonti"] and her new friend who she was trying to get to use forcebook [member="Vereshin"] . She was happy she stole enough money, to pay next few phone bills. She then checked out stupid things like hutt games online, including the all time favourite app [member="Popo"] in a blender. She was killing time till the order came to move out, as their was more killing to do later, and she was kinda looking forward to it. She then saw Kaines son come out of the manor, she could not remember all their names but he was their last curry wednesday. Though their was that many off them, she could never keep track, so they just fot batch numbers. This was so she knew to order enough curry, and make sure their was enough clean lining though it was never clean day after. She hated thursday for that reason, mostly as the plumbing always backed up, as someone flush things down like knickers or boxers. She then looked up, and started to roll over laughing, their was no reason for this, it was just mind had thought of something funny. Her mind would reassemble, as soon as her overlord snapped his fingers, and told them their next target, for some reason his voice and presence had that effect.

[member="Sal Zambrano"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Jairdain]

Post: 3
Location: Ord Radama
Allies: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Objective: Search the ruins

"Life is never safe, Kaalia."

The other woman said she had no real interest in any potential artifact they might find, but Jairdain assumed there would be something of interest for her. Leaving the thought to herself though, she moved to head down the hill they had stood atop and into the ruins below.

"The Voss were considered grey by both the Sith and Jedi. Each of course tried to curry favor with them. Even now the Voss keep as much to themselves as they can and don't follow the Silvers. Makes me wonder if they would still be welcoming of the Sith?"

While it might phrased as a question, she didn't expect an answer from her companion.

"I'm wondering if there might be some sort of healing imbued object. The Voss weren't fighters within the Force, they were mystics and healers. They left the physical fighting to commandos. They followed the guidance of the Mystics without question."

Jairdain wanted to find another way to heal. Since turning, she found she could no longer heal like she used to. Now she needed to actually drain life from something to give that healing to another. To posses an item that could assist in healing would be wonderful in her opinion.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Operation: Phantom Rebellion (Influence the Rally and Silence Sar Radama leaders).
Location: Lookout Post, near the old Republic Stronghold Ruin.
[member="Darth Ophidia"]


The softly spoken words of the Pale Assassin would be greeted with only silence even if they did reach the ears of the only other living being nearby other than the tsaisi that had been luxuriating in the sensation of thin fingers running along its scales. But, that did not mean that they were disregarded; simply that it had been deemed that there was no need to respond. Instead, the kneeling figure of Darth Lykos continued to keep his head bowed, breathing steady as his mind was partially focussed on the world around him and partially present within the ebb and flow of the Force, Sight staring at that which was to come, that which could possibly occur.

Indeed, in recent times, as the sight in his left eye began to weaken and wane - blurs sharpening into focus before fading back into a mess of colours in a repeated cycle - he had been turning his focus more towards Seeing through the Force in a desperate attempt to preserve some semblance of sight. Even if he had to acknowledge that the more he turned his gaze towards the Force, the faster his vision deteriorated.

The sound of shifting cloth was what served to finally break Lykos' meditations, he desperation filtering away into nothing as his lone eye lazily blinked, physical sight returning to him even if it did return in the form of everything possessing a slightly blurred outline. Raising his head, absentmindedly noting the scurried path of the tsaisi before it blended into its background, Lykos set his eyes upon his Master as she stood near the edge of the lookout, macrobinoculars trained towards the old Republic Stronghold that the group calling themselves Sar Radama, 'Pure Radama' as Ophidia had recently updated him, were using for their rally. The very same rally that would soon be the location of the death toll of the group and their policies, the removal of a future threat to the dominion the Sith would soon have over Ord Radama.

Pushing himself to his feet, the groan of pain that fought to seep from between his lips as pain sparked across old scars and wounds stifled and used to simple fuel and deepen his connection to the Dark instead, Lykos strode forwards until he was equal with his fellow Horseman of the Sith Assassins; gaze directed towards the Stronghold also even if he could not see what Ophidia was seeing.

"I must say," a false sense of happiness was woven into his words, its lie clear enough that Ophidia would be able to easily see through it, "that it has been some time since we have gotten the chance to work together, Master. I look forward to seeing how well this goes." Words for the sake of saying words, so as to occlude true intentions and meanings. That had been a ploy Lykos had used for an age, one he had begun to employ when he was still an Apprentice to Ophidia. As such, it would be of little to no surprise to him should it turn out that the Rattataki knew what he had not said. "Shall we see if the student has equaled or surpassed the Master, yet?" - A challenge, and, at the same time, a test for himself.

"How should we intrude upon our prey, Pale?" Gone was any emotion, fake or others, from the Iridonians voice. All that remained now was a stoic focus. "After all, it would not do for them to know that their reapers are among them." A flicker of sarcasm would intrude upon his gruff voice. "Might worry the poor dears."

 

[Vereshin]

Location: Livien Magnus
Ojective: Artifact Hunting
Allies: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Jairdain"]

The Sith Empire laid waste to Ord Radama and left a red moon in it's wake. Sources of hidden secrets and arcane knowledge traveled far to research divisions within the Sith hierarchy and Vereshin caught on fast. Not an astute Sith by any means, the news of powerful artifacts and sources of energy heightened his attention keenly and he traveled to Ord Radama to investigate with a small group of Sith. Wearing boots which laced up the back and a tweed coat, he stepped over rubble beneath a dull sky and rested a hand inside the ruin of a stone arch.

"Hello, my lady!" Catching the sight of two women traversing the ruins, he called out to the higher ranking one with fiery red hair, a face he put to the name of Darth Avacyn. He waved casually and pulled down the grey scarf from his face, feeling the chill on his nose and allowing the two women to see his features clearly. The air was cold and the metallic combination of blood and rust clung to the mist.

Keeping his balance as he strode the the stone steps beneath the arch, Vereshin kept his hand raised, subtly gesturing to Avacyn and the Sith Knight to wait for him. Now a Knight of the Sith himself, he found his place within the hierarchy as a scientist and researcher, exploring with the limits of the Dark Side and travelling if need be, to uncover forbidden secrets and sources of malignant energy. He bowed his head subtly to Kaalia and offered Jairdain a meek smile and his hand to shake.

"I hope I am not too late, I come here with interests in the artifacts you seek and hope to lend my assistance." Vereshin said as he silently cursed himself for how formal he sounded. He looked away slightly after he finished speaking and caught the last words of Jairdain who mentioned the powers of the Voss. "The seer abilities of the Voss Mystics is an area which I hold fascination, the former Emperor pursued them in his quest for eternal life." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "No doubt their healing abilities would pique the interest of a Sith on a quest to cheat death, although I am simply interested in the artifacts myself." A slight chuckle accompanied his final statement.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Watch for now

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Harley"] [member="Sal Zambrano"]

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

"I am glad you have found him enjoyable, my Lord. He and his lesser brothers were... a satisfying challenge to create," she said. It was true, developing the Disease mounts had been a satisfying endeavor. One of her larger projects alongside the Behemoths, the work would continue on improving them in small ways. There was still an underlying annoyance with Krest with how he had gone about trying to hold his mount together... bloody amateurs should never mess with a masterwork creation. It never ended well.

The girl wandered off to sit on a corpse, acting oddly... and admittedly irritatingly to her. Behind the mask, her lips would curl into a look of contempt for such behavior. Such insanity or whatever it was would be a detriment to the Sith as a whole, in both the short and long term.

"What were your thoughts on the situation that plagued Rishi, my Lord?" she asked. She had begun hearing rumors of attacks and other incidents from other parts of the galaxy, but oddly nothing from the GA as of yet. That was likely to change very very quickly she was certain.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"It is concerning. There hadn't been a peep about OMNI in almost twenty years, and now out of blue droids start going haywire and attack people all over the galaxy? It can't merely be a coincidence."

The last time something like this happened, Carnifex was robbed of his free will and forced to commit the unthinkable: betray the Sith Empire. Ever since then he had held a deep resentment of those who would willingly give up their bodies to machinery, himself resolving to use Alchemy and Magic to replenish his body whenever it go too used up or suffered damage that his advanced healing genetics could not repair. He gently pocketed Sarlow's medallion and said nothing as his son transformed into a lupine monstrosity. He was regretful that he had not been able to fully cure his son of his curse, and knew that eventually they would hit a point where the curse completely took over his son.

"I've planned to travel to Nar Shaddaa within a few days and make contact with some of my informants in the region, maybe they can shed more light on what's been going on."

He moved out of the manor now, activating his wrist communicator and sending a message to the fleet above to begin landing procedure near the capital in preparation for its eventual capture. He would sit and wait for his undercover operatives to acquire the information he desired, and then he would marshal the might of the Empire and lay low those who would oppose them.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]​

 

[Hailey Sosis]

As [member="Darth Carnifex"] and the woman moved out of the manor, all guards began gathering themselves. They knew it was time to reassemble, and get ready for the next slaughter. The troops began to gather behind the lord and master, she got up and followed them, with slight skip in her step. She enjoyed working for him, after all he treated her well, and better than anyone else had ever treated her. When The Republic controlled coruscant, she was left by them, her mother sold herself for money to make ends meat. Then again that how she came to be, someone paid extra. She need it for her fix, so she did. Her mother never did stop taking drugs, and they did not care what happens to people who where not rich. The sith did care for her, they gave her job a home, and future, they gave her nothing. She saw some his guards pulling up their pants, after enjoying themself. So what, they worked for the sith, and she the enemy of people who gave her a place to stay, and food to eat, why would she care about people who angered her master. The few who left over, was then put to death, she did not see it but made her smile, as they deserved it, for angering the Emperor.

She carried on skipping, she felt the woman beside him stare at her, but she paid it no heed, as he looked after his own, she was one of them. She formed up in her place next to guards, and some where exchanging a few mementos of the day. She had hers, it was collection money from the wallets of her victims. The photos she was burning with her eyes, as it looked nice as it burnt. They knew they where waiting for drop ships, now to take them to the next target, then to people who really made their lord mad, by resisting him.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Sal Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Caecus]

And there were the names. It wasn't a location, but with that many names and Luca's skills they didn't need one. The names and a data terminal were all that was required. He'd given them what they needed.

Even someone throwing a punch like Calais could cause damage with prolonged, repetitive contact. And he certainly was giving it his all. As [member="Luca Thorne"] caught her eye, she gave him the barest nod.

"Calais."

He paused in his assault on Luca's face, arching an eyebrow at the cold tone.

"Don't like me beating up on your boyfriend? Well. I can always make time for someone like-"

It was probably for the best that he never finished that sentence.

He'd let Luca go, starting to turn toward her. Without a warning, she lashed out in a low crescent kick that caught him outside of his knee. He yelled in surprise, going down right next to the drop. Even before his men could draw their blasters, Kith was on her feet- her hands still bound to the back of the chair she kicked up, impacting the side of his head hard enough to send him over the edge.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Operation: Phantom Rebellion (Influence the rally and silence Sar Radama leaders).
Location: Lookout post, near old Republic Stronghold ruin.
[member="Darth Lykos"]

Half a smile appeared on Ophidia’s lips as Lykos spoke. Oh, she knew what he was on about; that voice was not his, so to speak. No, she knew his lies, and she hoped that if he ever were to lie to her, he would do better. She lowered the macrobinoculars, but did not look in his direction. She did not need to.

“Time will tell, Apprentice. Time will tell.”

It was an acceptance of the challenge. If he wanted to prove himself the stronger sith; the better assassin, then she would wait for it. Her back remained turned, showing she was unafraid. She did not fear her apprentice, but she respected him enough to respond to him and accept.

Tucking away the viewing gear, she extended an arm and let the tsaisibola slither up along it. The serpent did so hurriedly, and wrapped around her upper arm. It scales instantly changed colour to match her clothes. It was nearly impossible to see, unless one knew it was there. Among the things she had noticed was also the growing dullness in Lykos’ left eye. He had used his injuries to confuse enemies before. Was this another level of the same? She somehow did not believe it.

“Conserve our strength. We use simple concealment and move up in the shadow of the fortress. There will be several guarded entrances to the lower floors through the outer wall. They will not have had time to put up digital surveillance, but they do have numerous volunteers of a most zealous nature.”

She made a small sweeping motion with her hand.

“We clear only those we must. Gone. They will never find us in the tunnels. From there, we move up-” She now traced her finger in an imaginary map. She did have a semi-complete holomap to back them up. “-through the service tunnels to the speaker’s lounge.”

She gave him a look of expectation. He would know what to do in the speaker’s lounge.

“From there, we must be prepared to improvise; it is impossible to tell how many of them there will be. Best estimate is many. I assume you have what you require for the plant?”

Part of what made a good Sith Assassin was one’s ability to think on one’s feet and still come out with the mission intact. This was not an easy task, and numbers would only make it more challenging. This was why they dispatched two Aspects, not an army of pretenders.

 

[Ria Misrani]

The cries of the people could be heard, screams blurred together as lupine eyes were the last things anyone saw as flashes of glistening white teeth ripped them to shreds. The beast had yearned for years to be free and now relished in the flesh and blood that it now tore into. Sarlow's monstrous form could be seen wretching roof tiles from their nail bitten beds. He paused a moment, tail flickered in the air as he sniffed, there were so many that feared and it was this fear he could feel. He let loose a howl that caused even the most stern of men to bristle, for when they looked over - the beast was gone. Massive paws, killer claws as his roars echoed - bounced off every other building. Sarlow lept over a carriage his padded paws slid against the street but his teeth did not miss as he grabbed a fleeing man armored in plastoid and threw him into the near by wall.

The wolf turned and swiped at the man before he could get to his feet.

And then, Sarlow felt something prick at his sides. A man with a sword had dared stabbed him, he turned and grabbed him by the shoulder teeth bearing into the man's flesh threatening to rip it from his bones. In a swift motion, he threw that man through a nearby window. The gnashing of teeth against the armor as he ripped it apart and grabbed the bone from the body before turning on his heels and rushing down the street as the fire of slugs and blasters came his way. Using his own force abilities, Sarlow stepped into the shadows and re-emerged using his body to knock the men to the ground. A mob cry for help was silenced as the massive warg-sized wolf terrorized them all biting into any that he could.

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[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Speak with the Dark Lord

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Sal Zambrano"] [member="Harley"]

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

Behind her mask, that look of contempt for the girl would only grow more pronounced as she flounced around, using an extremely draining ability to simply light a few photos she had acquired off her victims. The looting wasn't the issue, as many soldiers and killers took mementos. No, the girl was a fool for wasting such needed Force reserves for something so trivial. She did not say a word about it however. What was far more interesting to her was one of the Dark Lord's many offspring taking on a large lupine form and going after the people that called this place home, their screams echoing in the night with his howls.

"I shall, of course, continue to send reports from my primary post about any developments they come across," she said, not mentioning anything by name. There was no need to. "So far I remain one of the only ones among them to have actually encountered this phenomenon, but that is likely to change as the situation evolves."

As far as she was aware anyways, no other members of the Alliance had been present at Rishi or the rumored other incidents. Still, it would be best to remain on top of such things... or slow reports so the Alliance might not be prepared for what was likely coming their way soon.

"Is there anything you require of me, my Lord?" she asked.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Darth Caecus"]

All attention was focused on Kith in that moment.

Enough for Thorne to push himself up, hands (unbound) already curling around the handles of the chair and smashing it in the nearby guard who had been staring at Kith, mouth ad-jar. Things devolved from there as they realized both their captives weren't nearly as captive as they thought they were two minutes ago.

He ducked and just about avoided a vibro-blade cutting through his face. It hissed as it cut through air, Luca looming and closing the distance with his fist, ramming it in the thug's stomach.

A kick send the doubled-over menace towards Kith for her to finish off, while he tackled the next one-up. Their shouts attracted more attention from upstairs though, footsteps echoing through the corridor as reinforcements were descending the stairs to react to the sudden disturbance. It was going to turn into a mess.

Good.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​In the aftermath of Krayiss II the Destoyer chose to remain alone.

​Secure in the manors of the Zambrano Estate he remained locked away in darkness deep in meditation, his gaze reaching far and wide over the domain of the great Sith Empire. A subtle shift occurred in the aftermath of the carnage as mental forces conflicted within his mind. The recent transfer of his essence from one body to another had been jarring and had long brought to the surface a conflict that he had waged ever since he knelt before [member="Darth Carnifex"] all those years ago during the time of the Old Sith Empire.

The Price.

The price for power was steep and it only climbed higher the stronger one became. The question posed to him by his nephew all those years ago came bubbling back to the surface yet again "How much are you willing to give up for greatness? How much are you willing to give for divinity?". It was a question that was once brought to the surface now more than ever with the disappearance of Braith. All the resources at his disposal couldn't find where she had gone off to or who if anyone could've taken her. In this new body the question came rising to the surface whilst he meditated and now it was too late to ignore it, a choice needed to be made.

So Braxus Zambrano died.

The last fringes of the mortal he might've been were washed away as he once more knelt before the dark side and bathed in its black waves. He would give everything to the dark side in pursuit of this dark path, as his master had done before him. Much of the Sith Lord had changed as a result beneath the surface as parts of him at long last were let go and destroyed.

Only the Lord of Lies remained.

​Those who wielded the force would feel his smothering aura move like a hurricane through the manor as the last fringes of defenders were annihilated alongside members of the Dark Lords entourage and Crownguard alike. Through the slaughter voices of the wailing dead could be heard bellowing from his shroud ​as he moved in full arms and armor. The blade of Daesumnor the Blade of Hunger secured firmly in a sheath at his side as Darth Prazutis swept towards his nephew. The Arch-Prince swept with purpose towards his nephew and unlike many in their zealous entourage, he didn't kneel and scrape at the feet of the Dark Lord.

​He stood above them all.

​Let them watch the subtle display of power as Darth Prazutis came up alongside his nephew. "It's not a coincidence." ​Prazutis said. As a mastermind of weaving secret plots and playing the long game he perceived things differently than most did. He saw every possible angle, every possible situation all at once. One needed to expect the worst and seek to understand the situation, and their enemy. "I've put my network to the task and made this a top priority. It's all small seemingly isolated incidents, but its certainly connected. There's a greater mind at work here playing behind the scenes."

 

[Darth Caecus]

With a whisper of the Force, previously suppressed to keep her signature hidden from Calais's pet force user, she pulled her hands sharply to the side, breaking the chair and shaking her wrists out of the bindings like she was taking off jewelry at the end of a long night of dancing.

Kith turned toward Luca, almost casually as the man, wind knocked out of him and doubled over, came caterwauling toward her. Crossing her arms, she made a pair of fists, then brought them together sharply on the man's ears. He screamed as the pressure of the strike on both sides simultaneously ruptured his eardrums. Switching hands to the back of his head, she fed him a knee once, twice, the feeling of his cheek and then nose shattering beneath the impacts eliciting no visual response from her. She let him go, the man dropping bonelessly to the floor as she stepped away.

Leaning down, she picked up a pair of wooden lengths from the shattered chair. She hefted one thoughtfully as another of the thugs took aim with his blaster. Without hesitation, she threw it at him, impacting the weapon right before it went off, sending the bolt up into the rafters.

She was on him in a moment, all pale hair and cold blue eyes. She didn't waste a movement, never took a step more than was necessary. Compact, constrained, conservative.

But that didn't stop the jagged end of the chair leg from turning one side of the man's throat into a shredded mess before he crumbled to his knees. She dropped the improvised weapon and glanced at Luca as shouting came down from above.

"Need to get you to their system in the main office."

[member="Luca Thorne"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Darth Caecus"]

If Luca had been paying attention to Kith's way with killing he might have made an appreciative hum, but he was too busy doing his own killing.

Whereas her style was quick, swift, feet barely touching the ground and with an athleticism that suggested she drifted more than walked... his was less graceful. It was quick too, but brutal and focused in precision, one punch and a throat caved in, sweeping past while hands curled around clutching neck followed by a swift turn and a snap. The last body dropped to the ground and Thorne was already looking over the railing next to Kith, Calais was still hugging the ground.

"Loath to leave him there without checking his vitals." The operator confided in her, but there was no time. It was a long drop and they had incoming, and still a job to do above it all. So Luca nodded "Yeah, can do." and marched on, picking up a blaster from one of the corpses and stuck a discarded knife between his belt.

Wasn't pretty, but he didn't have a lot of options here.

They hurried, up the stairs, and it was their speed that got them in just in time. In the distance he could hear the rumbling of boots. They would be here soon, but... "Tight corridor here, system is down that door, suggest letting 'em pass down. It will take time for them to figure out what's happened." Their first instinct would be to touch base with their leader. Only once they found Calais dead would they start wondering about other options available to them.

Might be enough time to figure this entire thing out.

If not? Kith could always set-up shop in the staircase with the higher-ground.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"I require you to continue performing your charge, Lady of Secrets. The Empire is eternally grateful for your service."

The Dark Lord bade his gaze to rise into the sky, where a thousand metal forms descended from the heavens to grace the earth with their presence. The might of the Empire, resplendent and terrible, had at last come to Ord Radama in force. As the legions arrived so too did the Dark Lord's uncle, a man he considered as close to him as any brother he had ever known, [member="Darth Prazutis"]. The Lord of Lies was swaddled in his morose cloak of death, and he too came bearing wisdom about the galaxy's misfortune. "As I feared, someone or something is making their move on the whole galaxy, and I dread to see what will come of it. The atrocities of OMNI still weigh heavily upon me."

A speeder swerved up to meet them on the manor's dilapidated court and out emerged Highlord Osbasid, leader of the Dark Lord's personal army, the Blackblade Guard. He approached the two Epicanthix titans, and fell to a knee in reverence and respect. "Milords, the Guard is deployed and at your full disposal. We hunger for victory and death."

The pieces were finally moving into place, but there was just one last piece unaccounted for.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Luca Thorne"]​

 

[Darth Caecus]

She nodded her agreement, not the first time his suggestion mirrored what she was already considering.

"Go. Get the information to Carnifex."

She didn't bother to say she had this side of things. She didn't need to. Turning away from him as he headed to his assignment, Kith kept an eye out on hers.

As expected, back up went streaming past, focused on where the fracas below had taken place. She could watch only a fraction of what went on below from where she was hidden, but it was enough. Yelling, confusion, the discovery of Calais finally on the bottom floor. He was, she thought, alive, from the sounds drifting up, but if he stayed that way she suspect he would never walk again. The angle his back had been at when the duracrete floor broke his fail virtually guaranteed it.

It was a pleasant surprise to her when it was only two men that headed back up again. The rest were probably expecting Kith and Luca to have fled.

She waited just out of sight. She would kill them if it was necessary. But if they passed them by without notice, so much the better. Not because she particularly cared about killing them- but because not drawing attention was preferable. At least until Luca did his part.

[member="Luca Thorne"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Darth Caecus"]

Luca nodded and then went through the door.

The room behind it was tight for space and hungering for space.

Fully decked out with rows upon rows of servers, coils of cables running across the floor and inter-connecting hubs where connectivity and bandwidth was integral for success. A practiced eye localized the screen amidst the screaming digital chaos, he picked his way through the room, gingerly stepping over cables, boxes half unpacked and other crap just laying around. It almost made him miss the short tenure in the First Order, say what you wanted about them, but they kept their facilities nice and tidy.

If he had his suit with him then this would have been a cake-walk. Integrated cyberwarfare systems linking up to the mainframe wireless and breaking through defenses in no time.

Now he needed to use his hands.

The horror. "Gonna get one of those damn sub-dermal implants." He mumbled to himself while his fingers raced across the screen. It didn't take long to break through the security- Luca was used to breaking into Sith facilities.... this was just a nuisance for the most part. An overload buffer caused the system to freeze up, before he used the hole to worm his way in.

Files were copied onto his wrist PDA, before using the network connection to touch base with [member="Darth Carnifex"]'s technical forward base. They received a confirmation ID linking to their particular mission, but he assumed they'd scrub it for viruses anyway. Anyone working underneath the Dark Lord directly had to be a little bit paranoid at the least.

Within ten minutes Zambrano would get what he was waiting for, so they could start rounding up the dissidents.

"Done here. Your end?" Luca mumbled into his wrist-pad to Kith.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

By now the manor contingent had moved down further towards the capital, Livien Magnus, where the occupation force's forward command center had been established in preparation for the all-out assault on the Resurgent-Dominion forces still present planetside. The Blackblades had infiltrated a breach in the city's outer western wall and were planned to push deeper into the city, but they were already being met with fierce resistance by the remnant forces hidden within.

The Dark Lord overlooked the initial battle with disdain, his lips curling back in a snarl of agitation. "Pitiful dogs." Didn't they know that it was over? Their governments had failed and crumbled, yet they still pressed on despite the hopelessness of it all. One could applaud their dedication to their beliefs, but their struggles were meaningless and insignificant. All that would remain of their legacy would be a short-lived skirmish in a crumbling city, their bones buried beneath the grand vision that the Dark Lord had for the wretched ruin of Ord Radama. Even now a monolithic statue of Darth Malgus was being constructed off-world in preparation for the rebirth, and Carnifex would suffer no dissident tarnishing the memory of the legendary Sith Warrior.

Further back from the conflict was a prefabricated bunker that contained the landing force's technicians and computer engineers, their eyes never leaving the screens as lines of data continued to scroll across them. It wasn't until they received the intel from [member="Luca Thorne"], and after thoroughly debugging it, that word was dispatched to the Dark Lord about their new acquisition. From there the information would be distributed to all commanders in the field.

[member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]​

 

[Elijah Black]

Objective: Escort a TSE defector to safety

For the briefest of moments, the pale face and ice blue eyes of Zylah Dvale glanced down the hall. It had been quiet, as reported in advance and ordered by her host, but it never hurt to be cautious. When Sith were involved every thing had the potential to go wrong.

Satisfied that their cover was still intact, she turned towards the aging man with a frown on her face. “I don’t agree with your timing, general.” It was making her uneasy. He looked back up at her with a face that revealed none of his concern, only drawn features that had aged beyond his years, and a deep scar that went in a curved line from his cheekbone to his left hear. He had led countless battles. Men under his command had died on his word. Now only his own life was at stake. This was nothing.

“You leave the strategies to me, Master Jedi.” It was a brief deliverance, with little emotion attached to the words, but it needed none. His message got across. “As you wish, general” the Jedi Knight nodded respectfully, and resumed watch over the hallway as he finished up packing. She had thought that a brewing war zone was not the best place to stage such a disappearance act, but the general had argued that it was the opportune moment while the distractions of war held the attention of the Sith firm in its grip.

“In any case” she began, not taking her eyes off the hall, “We should get moving soon. What you don’t have ready by now, you must leave behind.” she had a feeling trouble was headed their way, and it could compromise this entire operation. “Suppose you’re right” there was reluctance in his voice. Maybe even doubt. She could hardly blame him. Nothing would ever be the same again for him. He was leaving his life behind, with no guarantee other than the words of politicians that he would not spend a life-time in prison. It was not her place to soothe him with false promises or hope. Her only task was seeing him, and the information he carried, safely brought off Ord Radama.

"Are the explosives armed and in place?" "They are" "Good. May the Force be with us"