Test Droids:
House Io Mercenary (1500)
Armaments:
Simulated E-5 Rifle
Simulated Ion Grenade (3)
Droid Commando Shield
Model 3 (350)
Armament:
Simulated DC-15LE
Simulated Plasma Grenade (2)
Activv1 Riot Shield
Model 2 (25)
Armaments:
Simulated Heavy Blaster Rifle
Simulated Laser Lance
Test Droids Arriving via:
Recusant Class Light Destroyer (Deniable Asset)
Arrived in:
House Io Corvette
Wearing: Hooded Armorweave Kimono
Armed with:
De Lifte Crystal (Curved Hilt)
With:
The Battalion
Wearing:
Channeler's Skin
Consort's Ring
Armed with:
Elaine Tear's Lightsaber (Corrupted)
7 hours Earlier:
Aboard the
Colossus Of Shadows
Laertia, when not overseeing the training of House Citizens, or Lab experiments aboard her City Sized ship, spent a good deal of her time with her Consort.
She had always known how to kill with the Force
But it was rare for her to directly use The Dark Side, as The Battalion did.
She had practiced on Mawites, criminals. Trying to fill their minds with fear.
The use of it made her Ill. But she kept at it for The Battalion's sake, wanting there to be as much give and take in their relationship as possible.
Xiphos finished driving a Mawite insane with fear, watching him get carried off as The Battalion reclined on a nearby leather sofa in their private Quarters, examining a set of
Coins struck at the Treasury Division aboard the vessel. Each were coins of rare metals, backed by The Aurodium Standard and Anti-Counterfeiting measures. Each worth more than a simple galactic credit.
"Liberty, huh?" The Battalion asked.
"Liberty...for our House..." Xiphos confirmed. "And if course, anyone who joins us."
"We'll need a section of planets to expand upon... Khemost in spite of it's wealth isn't exactly prime real estate where it's located..." The Battalion mentioned, flipping the Alum Coin. "Call it." The Battalion said as it flipped in the air.
"Tails..."
The coin landed on heads.
"Liberty, Liberty..." The Battalion smirked.
"What did you win?" Xiphos asked.
"Must there be a prize? I just like winning."
"There must
always be a prize, Batty," Xiphos replied, teleporting over to her.
"Hmmm..." The Battalion muttered playfully. "Ok...I'll think about it...by the way, you're going to meet
Saryn Zambrano
?"
"Yes. You know of him?"
"He's a Sith Scientist of no small renown." The curly haired beast replied, flipping the coin in between her fingers. "Be very careful. You're a brainy type. You should appreciate how dangerous they can get."
"Why don't you go with me?" Xiphos asked, The Matriarch of House Io leaning down and stroking the pale skinned Force Spawn's sharp cheek.
"Can we bring the kids along?" The Battalion asked.
"Sure. We'll make it a Family day out..." Xiphos replied. "We still have to look tough though... can't have him thinking we are pushovers."
"You? A pushover?" The Battalion smirked, running her finger against the chin of the Matriarch of all House Io.
"The very
idea is
scandalous..."
Present...
The flat looking, almost saucer like ship descended from the atmosphere with dozens of transport ships containing the Droids that had volunteered.
The Mercenary Droids of House Io, bloodthirsty and as smart as a Fett Clone (with the voice to match) all filed out, followed by a small amount of their technological predecessors, the Nuetralizers, had arrived ahead of schedule. As per house custom they sang war chants that sounded like pop songs. The Mercenary Droids didn't need to do this, but for the Nuetralizers, it was an ingrained Psychological Warfare subroutine.
Xiphos stepped out of the Corvette (In a rare display, during the trip she had silently performed Magic Tricks for The Battalion and any who stopped to watch. Mainly card magic, at which she had always been highly skilled.
She arrived looking dressed to impress as she approached Xyrah with The Battalion close behind, along with whoever had decided to accompany them to watch the display.
"Darth Xyrah, a pleasure." Xiphos said as she approached, her snow pale skin and beautiful but scarred visage all the more noticeable in the daylight. The Battalion was a slender, athletic figure in a white catsuit with black gloves and boots. Both radiated intense strength in the Force, Xiphos a seemingly eternal chill, and her Consort a deadly flame.
"Nice set up you got." She said, looking at the buffet. "Ooo, fried Ice Cream..."
OOC
The following are invited:
Percival Io
Akemi Io
Alessandra Io