Opportunistic Meeting

[Vual]

A loud beeping sound would be heard from [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]'s data pad, when he would accept it a hologram of Vual would be seen.

"Captain, I wish to set up a private meeting on your headquarters planet. It will be on the native's capital tavern, where the meeting will happen and I want it to be just with you, your crew cannot be in the capital city but of course may stay outside, I do not care but that is all. Well?"

The pureblood would await an answer.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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It was the kind of brightness that sears into your retinas making you close them for fear of going blind; brightness that danced across the dark grey screen, each colour slowly fading into another. And than the figure appeared on the holocron, stepping into the view of the holocron it began to take shape a slender cylindrical mass of durasteel and the odd wire. A mask in the shape of the Jackals insignia could be seen, its hands crunching together into fist with a metallic 'pop'.

"Why should I risk myself Sith spawn, what reason do I have to join you at this 'tavern'."​

 

[Vual]

The pureblood's eyebrows would furrow, showing his anger and obvious disdain for this, it was very clear he was not doing this of his own accord before speaking in a condescending tone back to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"].

"You would be wise to remember that I know the location of your headquarters, besides don't pirates like the promise of power and credits? You best show yourself."

​The transmission would drop, with a loud grunt he would turn and go to one knee, his blood red eyes looking up to the shadowed one in the corner; [member="Darth Carolus"].

"I've done as ordered, he will show himself."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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A low heavy hum can be heard, breaking from the receding gray atmosphere a rotund expanse of dented metal can be seen on closer inspection you would note that it is a BT-7 Thunderclap, a re purposed Republic assault ship. armour plating flecked with the refuse of aged paint. A mechanical groan that resonates deep within the bowels of the ship, as it lands on the platform in a cloud of sineway dust. A metallic walking platform extends out and in a shower of piston induced steam.

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The 'pop' and creak of pistons run through the upper length and to the lower lower tips of his finger's tightening in a clamped grip. The head would pivot on its core, the surreal and disjointed position that no purely organic being could accomplish, fixing the 'taverns' guests with a glassy stare "Vaul, show yourself."

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[Darth Carolus]

The cantina would be filled with the locals of the planet, all trying to pretend not to notice the newcomer as well as the robed man in the corner, it would seem that at a passing glance the shadow's covered over his facial area. After staring but a moment too long, his head would dart upwards, revealing an iron mask with strange black markings etched into it and immediately a gloved hand is raised, motioning for [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] to approach him and it would seem almost natural to walk in that direction, albeit being assisted by the living force around him.

Once closer to the being, one would notice that he would indicate to seat and with the movement of the arm, would notice two saber hilts on his belt and before you would sit, he begins to speak in a rough toned voice, but one that still sounded young.

"I see you chose to show yourself, good. Though, I was unaware that you were a droid."

After mentioning the word droid, the sound of his fist gripping in his leather gloves would be heard despite no aggressive tone being used.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"One of Vuals, lackeys." The hand would unclip and rotate on its core crossing his chest , settling his pronged finger's around the hilt of his vibroblade. "Droid." he throatily crooned, pressing closer to [member="Darth Carolus"]. The blade flashed as he brought it over his head and hummed a low, swift tune when he brought it down, pointing it towards him. "You're in the presence of mechanically advanced organic."

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[Darth Carolus]

It would seem that [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] highly amused the one that has been dubbed as 'Vual's lackey' though it was quick that his amusement turned to irritation, from this close Flannigan would easily be able to see Carolus's eye through his iron masks hole, the colour was an odd yellow with an edge of red that bled into his eye which was commonly known as 'Sith Eye' indicating that the dark side's corruption with him was that on a heavy level. Without a warning, the sith lord would flick his wrist upwards and with the help of the force, send the captain of The Jackals back far enough to have enough time to grab his saber if needed.

"Vual's lackey, you believe I am the acolyte's lackey."

It would seem that he was musing over it, his irritation would seem to vanish for the moment.

"I advise that next time you consider doing that again, to actually attempt my life. Though, seeing as you listened to the acolyte, I take it you fear him and I promise you, I am far greater than Vual. Now, sit down and do not disrespect a Sith Lord again."

Carolus's voice would have a strong sense of command as he ended the sentence, he himself would take a seat at the end of the table and silently take his saber off of his belt, out of sight under the table.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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It wasn't something he could understand, he had no concept or regard for the 'sith eye'. Truth be told he didn't know much about force users except how to deal with them and that they were trouble, it was them after all who did this to him. But something about this man made him feel ill, and he couldn't feel sick any-more especially with cybernetic enhancements.

"Fear." He'd say incredulously, the durasteel plates whirled like an out of control octopus, hammering down on the black ribbon components like so much hail in a storm. There was a ding as each piston convulsed and he began to move towards [member="Darth Carolus"], each step was completed with a thud as the pronged toes slid across the floor. "I do not know of what sithian loin you crawled out under, but you waste my time. I'm the captain of the largest pirate group in the known galaxy."

| [member="Darth Carolus"] |​

 

[Darth Carolus]

The sith lord seemed to let out but a single irritated sigh, this was all the sign that was given to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] before the spark of his saber ignited, the blade an odd orange/yellow which gave off a red hued glow. Within but a second, did Carolus use the force around him to augment his speed and send a swing towards the captain's legs, intending to slice them off and if successful would once again send the droid-man back with a hefty push with the living force.

"You can only insult a lord but so many times, oh powerful captain."

His tone showing his disappointment. Afterwards he would make his way slowly towards Flannigan, looking down at him.

"Does the injured jackal intend to bite the hand that is attempting to feed her?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The forearm contracted, the sound and buzz of piston and gear rotating, and than snapping in a mechanical groan. Hefting his vibroblade he'd intercept [member="Darth Carolus"] sabre, the spark and the discourse of light leaking from the inter-meeting weapons, his free hand rose the metallic digits fidgeted with movement, bring it across in a wide sweep, its intent was to separate [member="Darth Carolus"] head from his shoulders. It stopped before ever meeting the Sith Lord.

He knew for a fact for all his cybernetic implants and specialised training this was still someone with the force, something he didn't understood and had almost killed him, the best trick to employ was surprise.

Twas the leg that would deal a blow, shifting weight onto the right the left rose and fell under the cover of the hand, the pronged toes were as daggers meant to rend and break, and surprise and take the Sith with a kick of rib-shattering proportions, or atleast that is what he attempted. "You Sith think yourself gods-" his voice was cold as the metal he was made of, it was rough and not without human touches to the robotic overtone. "-! It is time to put away with such childish thoughts."

| [member="Darth Carolus"] |​

 

[Darth Carolus]

It would seem that the lord was outmatched, unfortunately the kick towards him would be dodged from [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] by pushing himself away, hitting the ground with the manipulation of the force around him. The captain's arrogance no longer entertaining to him, instead extremely irritating to him and with a moment, he would get into a simple offensive stance as he manipulates the force around and begins to emit lightning, sending the torrent towards Flannigan.

"You. Shall learn. Respect through pain."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The lightning ran havoc, running the lengths of his durasteel plates splitting and arching up like tongues of white light, the inner-components riveting, expanding and shrinking. The arm's flailed wildly like an out of control of octopus, his eye's darting rapidly you could see that this was frightening, your very body rebelling against you and you know he would scream if he could.

| [member="Darth Carolus"] |​

 

[Darth Carolus]

The sith lord would take a couple strides backwards, keeping the torrent up for a bit before ending and arches of lightening spitting before completely finishing. With a heavy breath, Carolus would allow his irritation and anger to shine through his speech to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"].

"Have you learnt respect? Do you intend to listen to the offer that I have for you, despite how you are attempting to treat me."

Though seeming like he is relaxed, remains in an offensive stance as his blade retracts.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

It was in that moment he realised the error in his way, what was he thinking going up against a Sith, but not just that a Sith lord. And not even a single digit moved under his mind, only the static shock and burn of white fire leaching across his body, all he could do was stare and wince, there would be no word uttered from his form no word of surrender, not for lack of trying mind you he would've of begged but he just looked up pitying, pitying as one could as a mechanical monster.

| [member="Darth Carolus"] |​

 

[Darth Carolus]

The lord would seem to accept the silence, allowing his irritation and anger to flow through him for a moment, which continued the silence for the moment.

"Your jackals seem well known around the galaxy, my offer is to work under me as a militant and no longer fear those that stand by my side."

Carolus's tone would seem to be serious, his posture not allowing himself to be caught off guard by [member="Flannigan Mcnash"].

​"To be the subordinate of to that of a Sith lord will get you much of what you can imagine. Especially under I, I find little use in credits."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

He fell onto the ground, the wooden panels modelling themselves around his durasteel plate with a 'crack' and a 'thud'. Wrought in ruin he didn't moved a whimper escaping his upper abdomen, the sound of air and the expansion and deconstruction of his chest cavity gave a strained 'squeak'.

"I submit."​

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| [member="Darth Carolus"] |​

 

[Darth Carolus]

It took a moment for Carolus to speak once more, the voice that emitted from the mask was a tone that sounded like happiness, or at least, being glad of the submission that [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] gave into.

"With your submission, shall I also take that my offer of your pirate squad aligning themselves with me and ultimately the emperor?"

Due to the conflict, though it's not like either would notice immediately, that the cantina would be empty besides the pair.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"As you will it, my lord." it was pained and forced, the pivot and the backward motion running up him until he was standing, for all the strength those metal bones held it backed away from the sith. "My men are yours." a thin line of vile escaping the mouth of the angular mask.

| [member="Darth Carolus"] |​

 

[Darth Carolus]

The lord would end up take a step to his right a moment, then take a step back left, it would seem to easy to him that [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was bending to his will and it was originally assumed that it was due to his over powering though complimenting something.

"The armoury, droids and personnel of the One Sith are yours to be used, as well as my future acolyte."

Carolus would raise a finger, seeming to finish his thought that he started earlier on.

"Ah, do you have someone sensitive to the force within your pirate group?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"It's very possible." the rotation and apprehension of his movement gave rise to new inward join, his digits fidgeted under his will and the expansion and deconpreshion of his chest became reguliar. "I have a crew of over 160, it's very possible that I do. but I wouldn't know(10pc, 150 npc)."

pirate brigade​

| [member="Darth Carolus"] |​