Phrikin it Out (Phrik Mining Alderaan)

[The Traveler]

Like the Falcon seeks the rabbit, so to does the man seek his fortune. Off and a way on far off locals, where danger and his end he may meet. Neglecting all that he leaves behind for that tiniest sliver of tomorrow, ever scanning the horizon. For the Adventurers soul is not slated by the mundane only by the spectacle of what will be tomorrow. In his early grave he comes closer with each passing moment, lost and forgotten to times best lost.


Alderaan.


Wrapped in his blanket of armor he moved through the bustling space port, his eyes ever present scanning that which lays before him. He watches the crowd for any ever present danger, ones who would detect him, ones who would deny him what it is that is sought. He looks again to find his contact, late as he expected he would be.

The Traveler looked out at the crowds and grunted under his breath, his helmet silencing any of the noise from escaping. Very rarely he came into Republic space, or any of the Religious Zealots of the eternal holy war for that matter. He preferred to stay as far away from them as he possibly be, as chaos followed them and death and misery were not far behind. Today he had little choice in the matter as he had managed to secure a contract with one of the local mining guilds to obtain a small quantity of Phrikite Ore and he had paid handsomely for this.


He walked past the humans, aliens and all manner of droids with his twin Katana hidden and secured. He would be ready to use them should the need arise but he hoped he could leave here without much trouble. His force presence was masked, his identity unknown for all and he did not plan on causing any trouble. Sometimes even with the best of plans trouble always found a way to find those who preferred to avoid it, sometimes it was in their very path. Today he hoped that it would not find him and that he could have an easy day.

 

[The White Wolf]

It was a morning like any other; warm with the sun creeping ever so slowly over the land, and the bustling of the mundane men and women around him swarming the surface like some kind of sickness...The White Wolf found himself once again on an assignment from his owners...seemed he was a lot more active than he was back when he was still under what watch of cerberus. His ear flicked at the memory, a small scoff escaping his nostrils. Ever since he was given to the Sith he had come into contact with vile beings who's very souls had been drowned in darkness...but he did meet a few interesting characters on his small adventures.



Just a few people he'd like to not see in a dark alley. But nothing horribly threatening, nothing that would set back his advance. To the boy he had seen it all, all that these factions lands had to offer him... Truth was, many around him seemed to misunderstand that Skoll was an object. He did not have rights...he did not have feelings of his own. He was conditioned to obey the orders of his masters and the collar wrapped around his neck symbolized that. Skoll was nothing more but a dog...and good dogs obeyed their masters...bad dogs were put down.


The idea, it haunted him.

Ears flicked forward was a stray shoulder brushed against his own. Bright colored eyes flicked open fast as the crowd flowed endlessly like a river in all directions. Was this world was changing him, toughening him up for something? Or was it just fucking with his mind? Trying to scare him? either way it was not working. And as he walked through the area the dog narrowed his eyes tightly...funny how this game of his worked.

[member="The Traveler"]

 

[The Traveler]

[member="The White Wolf"]


Obsured by the shadows, only the crimson sections of his armor accenting his armor. He leaned back to watched the Cantina and waited for his contact to arrive. He could smell it in the air, he could taste it and he could feel it in his bones. The scathing and seething resentment of the people around him. They did not resent him, they did not even notice him what was one simple Traveler in a full body suit compared to the four armed, stomach mouthed alien over yonder or the massive monster covered toe to.....mouth in its environment suit. That is what he loved about space ports , the anonymity that one could find even in plain sight.

He pressed against temple for a moment switching from regular spectrum to thermal and began marking each one of the beings in his head. Weapons of all kinds showed up as cold spots against the warmth, the cold blooded species were far harder to mark but not for one who knew what he was searching for. No jedi had wandered into the Cantina and that was the way that he preferred it, jedi were dogmatic zealots who believed only they should have dominion of the force and that all others were corrupt and fallen. That is the way it had been for thousands of years, those who disagreed were slaughtered such as the ancient Dark Jedi. Though they were loathe to admit it the Jedi were responsible for the sith and all of the subsequent wars since with them.

He switched back to the regular spectrum and watched as a human approached him, a weasely man if he had ever seen one.

" You the guy" he craoked with a voice that reminded him of metal being ground upon the stone. He had no doubt that was his helmet not sealed the man would have an odor about him, a miasma of stench and dirt. " Yes, You may call me Ter'yn. Bilford said you would be here five minutes ago".

" Hehe sorry some complications, mostly that Gilford has changed his mind" the weasel hissed as Ter'yn looked about the crowded hall at the assortment that was now staring at him. " Something about not wanting to stir the nickers of the jedi with an unauthorized trade" the man pulled a small blaster out " We can do this quick and easy or we can do this.... the fun way" the man smiled with a crooked grin, his teeth more like the ridges of a mountain then ivory pillars of ordered growth. Trouble had found him that day and it was coming far larger droves then he expect. "The fun way then"

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith was home to see about how the removal of the damage done by the Sith was going. The area around Aldera City seemed to be doing well. Citizens were returning and vendors were slowly offering goods again to those that came to Alderaan.

Would it be what it once was? Uncertain but it didn't stop anyone from coming to Alderaan whether it was to take insights or say they they saw it when. Or to take their chances mining the phrik. he sighed heavy.

She was to meet her mother soon. She really wished that she would listen to reason. But she was a stubborn woman. Very stubborn. Faith looked over at [member="Marev Priest"] "here we are again. Home among the creepy crawlers"

 

[The Traveler]

[member="The White Wolf"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]


The weasel of a man aimed his pistol at Ter'yn, a wicked grin on his face as he pulled the trigger. In the splash of an instant the shadow moved, both Katana in hand. A well aimed slash severed the mans arm just below the elbow sending a jolt of screaming agony to fill the Cantina. A smash of the hilt to the man's nose ended the scream and sent him into the sweet arms of unconsciousness. Ter'yn looked around and sighed to himself as the band had stopped playing and the ugly man's henchmen began to come towards him.

" If you value your lives and your extremities, I would rethink your approach. One does not face death and escape unscathed, one does not challenge eternity and come back unchanged" The Traveler spoke loudly as he moved towards the group, bloody katana in hand. He swung his primary hand at an extended arm with a club in it, severing it in a miasmic shower of crimson he twisted to catch another attacker in the belly eviscerating him. He slashed at knees, he severed bone and flesh and he cut deep into the bodies of those who had assembled to attack him.

He would try to leave as many survivors as possible, as he was not here to end life but to collect on what is owed to he. To hold back what was owed, to not fill your end of debt was a treacherous thing in a galaxy of all things possible. To not hold up your end to he who sat upon the pale horse, that followeth war, he who hath fought eternity and come back was foolish.

 

[The Traveler]

A flick of the wrist to send the crimson stain from his blades and a elegant slash sent the mans blades back into their scabbards. He looked around and surveyed the scene. Blood, limbs and squirming, moaning masses crawled along the floor and what ever of the patrons who had decided against the attack standing as far away as possible. Ter'yn tossed a credit chip on the bar " For the mess" and casually walked from the bar. His vision cycling between thermal and normal spectrums to try and mark anymore threats that might meet him.

Like sand through the hour glass his time was beginning to slip away, he had to hurry now before Bilford heard about the incident and the failure to subdue the swordsmen. His destiny would be found and most likely it would end at the end of one of Ter'yn blades as betrayel was not something the enigmatic shadow took kindly to. It was fighting of punishment of the most severe, of eternal damnation and serpentine venom. Hell hath no fury like that of a scorned outsider, of the Inquitors wrath, of the rage that was eternity forever found. Like a great bird of prey he would descend upon Bilford's compount and this time no survivors would be left.

" One ticket to Etain Mining please" he said to the transportation attendant. Soon and very soon death would come, the chalk had been ground and soon the outlines would begin.

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Marev Priest"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="The White Wolf"]

There were not words that could be spoke, nothing that would heal her home except for time and credits. Credits which her sister had given, and credits that they spent only on time proven methods to remove the vong forming. It was a challenge sometimes to come home but what else was she to do.

A princess of Alderaan should not shrug her shoulders at the pain of her people or their home world just because she had such sadness that it seem to radiate off of her. The phrik mining in places was dangerous. but there had to be other ways of the force to push back the vong technology. Jaster had offered advice had seen to some of what they could afford. But her mother was reliant upon the terraforming expert who said Alderaan was fighting for itself.

So it would be green again, but all the animal life..gone. Maybe they could work something out with someone who had take specimens for zoos across the galaxy. She at least hoped so.

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"]

Like a tar in a blizzard the transport began to slow as it lurched towards the dock, its passengers phantoms in the night as the crimson stains solidified in the air. The transport doors opened and a crimson and black specter stepped out, his katana crimson stained and his visible eye shot with blood. He slashed at one of the guards, severing his arm and quickly stabbed both blades into the mans belly. His comrade raised his rifle and took aim, his mark missed as a flung blade protuded from his orbital socket ending his wretched life.

Ter'yn moved down the steps and switched spectrums of his vision, cycling until he picked up the thermal imaging of three men behind a building. Armed, the trio were not expected a blade to errupt through the wall and through the heart of one of their compatriots. The sudden death caused only a moments hesitation but that moment was ceased upon by the slayer who had come to claim their lives. Like the grim reaper of legend he bore down with wrath, removing their breath from their bodies and leaving only empty shells in their places.

" Like chalk outlines drawn upon the sidewalk" he said as he started to walk down the path " To be washed away" he murmured as he felt the first impact. Two guards had spotted him and begun firing at him, his armor a protective shell, his blades awash in a flood of blood he summoned forth the force. The titan of hell, the wrath of Angels, the eternity of agony came forward. The clinks of fire hitting his armor plates, the scents of melting synth armor stining his nostrils he closed the gap. His blade up it penetrated the chin of one of the guards and emerged from the top of the mans noggin. His opposite hand reached out with the force and with a quick downward slash of his fist the mans face was driven into the concrete with a loud and sickening squish.

His eyes burned with hatred, his soul darkened and screaming he looked for Bilford. His vengeance would be sated, his wrath fullfiled for he wa the harbringer of War, the serpent of damnation, the sorrow of eternity. " In in the ninth circle rest the great serpent, his mouth a blaze with fire, his heart set to stone. Within the serpent lies damnation, suffering eternal. For only betrayel deems great of punishment."

 

[Raijin Arashi]

Raijin would never have guessed that he'd be spending time on Alderaan when it was outside of Sith control. When one ignored all the Vong-shaped terrain and looked at the skylines and the mostly untouched parts of the countryside, this planet was seriously beautiful. Many of the castles were still intact, and the mountains stood above them, as always.

Sadly, it wasn't sightseeing that Rai was here for. It was phrik he needed, for a variety of reasons. One of them was to help a certain red-skinned Gen'dai woman get ahold of a good weapon to smash people with. Another was that the Shard had lately been getting into more fights than he normally had in the past few years. It was a foregone conclusion that he needed more ways to fight off strong opponents than a lightsaber and some lightning.

This was why, he reflected as he landed the ship in a clearing near the transport to the Etain Mining facility, people always fought and killed over pieces of rock and metal. For protection against those who fought and killed for something more than rock and metal. He shook himself out of this philosophical bit. Tanalth would've laughed if she could've heard his thoughts. And that reminded him: it was time to get her. Wake her up, or whatever.

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[Tanalth]

While coming to the planet Tanalth had been listening to music with a pair of headphones. She really didn't seem it but she WAS devoted to this mission to gain the needed material for her weapon. Of course her mentality had kept her in an odd state where she was very hard to read and, at times, very unpredictable. She only kept her eyes closed and bobbed her head as she and [member="Darth Raijin"] continued towards their destination. Hopefully they would come out of this with more than enough. ​

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(Sorry, short post. In a rush.)​

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Tanalth"] [member="Darth Raijin"]


The pink mist of the wretched guards who had opposed him began to settle, his blades with a sharp flick of the wrist sent a cascade of crimson to the ground and gleaned clean. He looked around at the carnage that was in his path, of the blood that now oozed about the ground and the desolation that trembled in his wake. Two dozen lie dead behind he that is death and untold more before him as he strode through the warehouse.

He could feel the dings of his body where the bolts had impacted his armor, not penetrating but the force enough to cause welts and pain. He pushed it behind him, to the back of the midnight blackness of his mind. He had no room for pain as he moved forward ready to split and sever all those who would get between him and that who betrayed him. That who denied him what was his, that who denied him the spoils of his conquests. It was true that the Phrik was not overtly necessary for the rider, it was not a damnable artifact that would ultiamately lead to fruition of his long laid plots. But it would help and betrayal was not something he would suffer, it sat a bad precedent.

He who rode upon the pale horse, who name was death, preceded by the red horse of war slung open the warehouses heavy doors. His gaze scanned at the assembled guards, many weapons of death aimed at him.

" Bilford, no one else need die. Come forward and claim your penance, come forward and get your just reward. Send these men to their families before i send them to the force".

A large man in mandalorian armor stepped out, a smirk on his face. " Nope i think you just need to die" he laughed as he walked towards the entry hatch to an AT-ST. How the man had acquired a walker was well beyond Ter'yn but it would complicate matters and surely make things near impossible for completion. Ter'yn readied his blades to charge, he would have to strike swift and hard. Even his beloved armor as advanced as it was could not stave off the death for long.

 

[The Traveler]

Like the vengeful dead bursting from the grave Ter'yn exploded forth, his blades leading the way. His Twin Katana deflecting as much of the deadly blaster bolts as he could. He felt the agony of each impact more and more as his armor degraded and weakened. He could taste the coppery metallic taste of blood in his mouth. His helmet prevented him from spitting, it forced him to swallow the life blood that was ebbing from his body. He mustered the force to suppress the pain and the wounds as best he could while he rounded a large box of containers.

Twin slashes split the sternum of one of the guards, spilling his essence to the ground and crumbling him like a waded paper cast away in the wind. He pressed his back against the container, desperate for a reprieve from the onslaught. He cursed as he looked around the corner and saw a group of a dozen guards moving towards him. Bilford's walker not to far behind them, he sheathed one of his blades and fumbled around the ammo pouch of his armor.

Five balls the size of marbles he rotated between his fingers as he eyed the next section of containers. Ten meters away, plenty of time for the AT-ST to bring hellfire and brimstone down upon him. The Lost one, the one who eternal wanders and never belongs gritted his teeth as he darted out. The handful of marble like devices cast out and landing in a scattered pattern, the devices shot out stinging arcs of electricity between them. Not enough to kill but enough to disable or stun those who were touched by the blue white talons of energy. " Eternity of damnation" he screached as he felt the first blaster bolt fully penetrate through his side.

He knelt beside the container he was behind now, racked in pain he tried to asses himself " Kidney damage, internal bleeding, 3rd degree burns. I can't take much more of this" he said now a vessel of pure adrenaline and agony he closed his eyes as he stood up and drew his blades. The force was with him, it had to be with him, he was the Harbringer of balance, the scion of order in a galaxy gone mad. He was damnation and salvation, heaven and hell made flesh. " All for a rock" he murmered for himself. The philosopher and scholar slowly slipping way to the more primal forces of his nature.

 

[The Traveler]

The demon of temptation, the spirit of bloodlust and the agony of flesh stepped forward from his cover blades in hand. They whirred and zipped as he worked to furiously deflect the incoming blaster fire. He leapt forward his wakizashi plunging deep into the sternum of one of the guards while his katana found flesh in the belly of an adjacent guard. His blades ripped from with sickening, wet schlick sounds as he dropped low slicing forward removing the leg of another guard. A furious blur of red and black armor, crimson stained blades and the wails of the unfortunate dead echoed forward a symphony of chaos and brutality.

As the last guard fell to the duracrete he bolted forward behind a large conex container just as the first turbo laser blast struck where he ahd been. What ever survivors lay there writhing most likely had just been ended by Bilford and his little toy.

" Agony" he muttered as he slouched down digging at his armor, he removed a shattered armor plate and tossed it aside. Charred on one side and stained crimson on the other, blood oozed from the soft body armor where it had been guarding. He dug around one of his side pouches producing a small bag of powder. He gritted his teeth as he poured the powder into the oozing wound and screamed as the quick clot cauterizing agent smoldered and sealed the wound. Pain clouded his mind as he tried to summon forward the force to push it back. " Got to take out that walker" the philosopher was gone from his voice, he had no time, his mind had no ability to think in that way as it fought back the agony. He swallowed hard as he slid the soft body armor back over his flesh and scanned for his next move.

 

[The Traveler]

He opened his eyes as he forced himself back up to his feet, swallowing back down the bile that had tried to force its way out. His mind raced as he darted behind the next container just a instant before the one he had been behind became a shower of smoldering death and destruction. It had become painfully obvious by now that if Bilford didn't have any hencmen he had no qualms destroying his own poodoo to take out the rogue master. So he kept moving and dashing trying to keep the man from being able to lock him down why he tried to think of a plan.

Surveyed the area as best he could as he darted between the containers, steadying himself for the repurcussion fot he blast meant for him. He swayed for a moment as he saw the large container that was hanging high above him, hopefully it was full because it was his best and only shot.

" Bilford you slime" he roared in defiance as he charged at the AT-St, he summoned the force and jumped straight towards the walker. He could see the shimmer as Bilford brought up the deflector shields to fend off the suspected fury of swords. But low and behold had he over shot his supposed target and was now hanging onto the chain that held the container. He gritted his teeth as he took a solid slash at the chain, severing the link that his blade had connected to. With a thunder it crashed into the At-ST with a smoldering thud, the walker lurched and stumbled as it finally toppled over it's legs twitching slightly as the mechanical works of its insides faltered and fried. The Traveler released the chain that he was dangling on and landed beside the At-ST. His teeth gritted and the rage building inside of him.

 

[The Traveler]

The Traveler reached his arm out and with a flick of the wrist the acess hatch ripped off and flung against the far wall. A crawling and coughing Bilford slowly trying to get up and make a hasty retreat as the Traveler limped towards the man.

" It.. it was just business, nothing personal" Bilford gasped as he made it to his feet and started to hobble away on one foot. " The jedi take things personnaly... you have to understand" he cried out as he felt his bones beginning to crush under the weight of the force. The Traveler stood there with his hand extended and his palm slowly clenching. " Oh i understand" he said as he made a fiercing and quick fist and the last screams the traitorous dog would echo from his lungs quickly subsided. The Traveler stood there channeling the force for several seconds before he released his grip and let the lifeless, limp body hit the ground.

" This is The Traveler.... Identity Code.. Tango...1..1..1..2.Bravo Xray. C1T7 bring the Phantom around, prepare the cargo bay and the med bay." he said as he collapsed onto the ground. His breathing more labored by the second as his wounds began to get the better of the lost one. His body was broken and his armor was shredded, he would need time to recover and he desperately needed to improve the quality of his armor.