Faction Reclamation - The Scouring of Korriban (Sith Order)

[Darth Carnifex]

A shadow had begun to spread, the specter of the Sith haunting their former worlds. It began at Dromund Kaas, a great show of force that smashed the Ashlan Remnants still clinging to their precious light, scattering them to the stellar winds. New Kaas City was liberated both from without and from within, a great pogrom against all those who turned against the Sith raging through the streets, hundreds brutalized and left to bleed amidst the churning maelstrom. When it had all settled, the Dark Lord Carnifex arose like a great phoenix and seated Himself upon the throne of Kaas; declaring that an era of Revitalization had at last begun.

Styling themselves as Revitalists, these embolden Sith and their non-Force allies struck out from the Kaas system. Acts of terror were common, displays of cruelty the status quo. Any who displayed the slightest hint of hesitation were singled out for reprisal, but the greatest violence was reserved for those who blatantly rejected the Sith's offer of revival. Chiefly, those who benefited from the Ashlan's hold on the region were assaulted harshly, but even those who tolerated the Ashlan's presence were declared apostate and made to atone with blood and tears.

As the whirlwind spread ever further, the true architects of Revitalization turned their eyes deeper into the Holy Worlds.

Their gaze settled on Korriban, the tomb-world of their ancient forefathers. For too long had it suffered under the yoke of light-drunk heretics, even more greatly than Dromund Kaas or any other nearby system. For Korriban was more than a world, it was a symbol, the greatest holy site in all the Sith canon. The Ashlans tried their best to destroy this world, but they failed miserably. In their failure, they turned to suppression and iconoclasm. The Valley of the Dark Lords was ransacked beyond recognition, its mighty tombs unroofed, and it's greatest monuments toppled. In their place arose icons of the faithful light, the greatest indignation.

The Dark Lord looked down upon this perfidious mockery from the bridge of His flagship and glowered fiercely, His countenance deadly. "Uproot these treacherous edifices, let their ruin mix with the red blood of Korriban. All the world must be scoured clean, so that a new age can begin."

His word was given, and darkness returned to Korriban.

I. Scour the World

As the Dark Lord decreed, Korriban was to be cleansed of impurities. All that the Ashlans had wrought shall be unmade at all costs. The Sith could then remake the world in their image once more, stretching out their hand and leaving their mark upon the red steppes like their ancient forebearers.

II. Multiply and Replenish

Much of Korriban's pre-Ashlan population had been forcefully relocated to other worlds, and cities like Dreshdae had been neglected and left to ruin. The diaspora must be reversed, and those who had been driven away allowed to return and resettle. Aid in the reconstruction and oversee the distribution of land and estates.

III. Dash Them Against The Stones

Though Dromund Kaas had been the site of the greatest concentration of Ashlan Crusaders in the region, they were not the only one. Some yet cling to the wild wastes of Korriban, hiding in caves and canyons, eager to spill more blood in the name of their debased heresy. Exterminate them.

IV. Do Your Own Thing

There's plenty more to do around Korriban, find your own path.

 

[Darth Caedes]

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• Korriban
• Sutta-class Battlecruisor
• Battlecruisor Helm
• Tags — Kyraj | Coconutly | TheFrances

The vast expanse of space shuddered and warped as the Sutta-class Sith Battlecruiser tore through the fabric of reality, emerging from lightspeed with a thunderous boom. Amidst the collapsing swirl of the Navigator's wormhole, Dark Jedi Master Darth Caedes stood tall and resolute at the helm, his dark cloak billowing around him on live currents of the dark side.

As the Battlecruiser's velocity subsided, an imposing sight unfolded before him. Korriban, the ancient world of the Sith, loomed large in his view, a menacing silhouette etched against the backdrop of its blood-red star. The very essence of the dark side seemed to radiate from the planet, a palpable aura of malevolence he could taste.

Darth Caedes, a figure of twisted darkness and commanding presence, raised a gray hand to his face, tracing the contours of his corrupted, scarred features with long fingers. His eyes, fierce pools of crimson, burned with an intensity matched only by the fiery planet before him.

The Battlecruiser's engines hummed with a sinister resonance as Darth Caedes took a step forward, black boots against a cold metal floor. As he surveyed the recently reclaimed planet, a twisted smile played across his lips, revealing his delight in the face of such treacherous majesty. Korriban, the very birthplace of the Sith, was now at his mercy.

With a commanding gesture, he summoned his surrounding Rajakzânkut, their faces and features aberrant, reptilian, their devotion to the dark side evident in their every movement. They assembled around him, his anticipation mirrored in their eyes, ready to carry out the bidding of their Master.

Amidst the eerily humming silence that engulfed the the warship, Darth Caedes raised his arms, palms upturned, and drew upon the dark side of the Force. His voice, a resonant growl brimming with authority, filled the air and slithered down corridors to uphold his will.

"Behold, my brethren, the reclamation of our birthright! Korriban, the cradle of darkness, has returned to our grasp! Now we must make it ours again!"​

As his words reverberated through hallways and in the dreams of sleeping bodies, their eyes snapping open to serve, Darth Caedes took one final, lingering glance at the planet before him.

"Pick your finest and support our hunters on the ground. Scour the surface until every bit of flesh is picked clean from the bone. Smoke out and burn every temple, every cave, every remote home, every fleeing dissident, every sign of futile resistance. Let the crusts of Korriban run red once more with blood." ​

 

[Kyraj]

• Korriban
• Sutta-class Battlecruiser
• Battlecruiser Helm
• Tags — Darth Caedes Coconutly324 TheFrances

Kyraj stood behind Caedes on the bridge of the battlecruiser. His master had commanded him to join the old zealot in his purge of Korriban. While he held no particular affection for the desert planet he knew that it contained powerful secrets and valuable artifacts both of which he sought to add to his collections. The young man took a step back as the abominations gathered round Caedes. The creatures made his skin crawl with all of their... imperfections. His thoughts went to the lightsabers at his belt as one brushed past him. Visions of the orchid colored blades bisecting the thing flashed in his mind. No. Distasteful as they were the Rajakzânkut were useful.

As Darth Caedes' voice boomed throughout the vessel Kyraj pondered their strategy. The initial bombardment would be less personal than he liked, albeit quite efficient, and in the end that was what mattered. Still he looked forward to being ordered planetside. Once Caedes unleashed him he would make sure whatever was left of the ruins reverberated with the echoes of fear far into the future. He would revel in the power his master had taught him to cultivate in himself. All of his rage and desire unleashed as he cut down the crusaders of the light that squatted in what was once the seat of sith power. His thoughts drifted back from visions of slaughter as the sith lord gave his commands. Soon, he thought, his turn would come.

He watched the withered creature in the arcane robes gaze hungrily at the planet below. His power radiating through the force. Yes, Kyraj could learn much from him.
"Lord Caedes." He said boldly. "Might I have your permission to lead the ground assault?" His voice that had once been coarse with the speech of the pirates that raised him now rang across the bridge with a cultured accent. Today he would prove himself to this dark master and earn his place among the new Sith Order.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Multiply and Replenish
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Open!

As the orbit of Korriban began to fill with fleets and ships, each with various orders and purpose that were all meant to bring the ancient world back underneath the rule of the Sith once more, another fleet would enter the system. This one composed mostly of five freighters and cargo ships but with a small escort fleet composed of three smaller ships and two cruisers.

Alisteri stared at the Holy World as the fleet moved forward to join the gathering of ships hanging in orbit above the planet. "Korriban, my apologies that you have suffered so much." He muttered to himself as the small fleet drew closer and the world grew larger in return, standing before the window at the front of the Altorius's bridge with his arms crossed behind his back.

His voice was low, conspiratorial and nearly silent to all but himself even as the bridge crew worked around him. "You deserve so much better than this, than to be subjected to the will of Carnifex and his lackeys. For now you must bear them as you have the Ashlans, delivered from one group of heretics into another." He sighed and idly shook his head in disappointment, at both himself and the sight of the Kainite fleet intermingling with other vessels that he didn't recognize.

"But in good time, you will be truly freed. I swear it." For now though, there was work to be done.

:"The shuttles and landing craft are prepared on our ships Knight Inquisitor, awaiting your command.": A message from one of the other ships in the small fleet finally pulled him from his musings, perking him up as another filtered through as well. :"The Legionnaires and civilians are all loaded and ready to bring back Sith rule High Priest. Give us the word and let us loose upon this sacred world.":

Alisteri clicked his tongue and turned to face the bridge crew, gaining their attention as he cleared his throat. "Send word to the other Sith fleets that we will be reestablishing and settling Korriban's largest city and settlements. They are...welcome to come and discuss their thoughts on such matters once we make planetfall. And do alert me if any Kainite messages come through." He turned back to glance at Korriban once more before moving to leave the bridge.

"Send the signal to the fleet, the Legionnaires and Inquisition Troopers will hit the ground first to ensure a safe landing point. I don't trust the Kainites to be that thorough. Then the civilians can be brought in."

 

[34125]

Objective: Multiply and Replenish
Tags: Darth Strosius , open

Maerae stood aboard a large landing craft, which itself was still sitting in the hangar bay of one of the two cruiser's attached to the Fleet of the First Sword. In front of her, settling into their seats before the trip down to Korriban's surface, were some of the Order's finest soldiers: the Inquisition Troopers. This particular detachment was under her command, and she was, in turn, under Darth Strosius' command. Which was becoming a regular occurance.

But that could be pondered another time. Right now, she had to address the troops, and prepare them for combat. Though their priority was to secure a safe landing zone to shuttle in civilians, Maerae knew that it was more than likely that they would see battle. They may not have been the vanguard, and they may not have been assigned to hunt Ashlans in the tombs, but this was still a planetary assault.

"You know why we are here," Maerae began to address the troops, who turned their heads in her direction, "for too long Korriban, the ancestral home of the Sith, has been allowed to be pilfered by a group of heretics with no love for the Order. They call themselves the "Ashlan," but make no mistake, they are simply Jedi by another name."

Maerae took a step down a narrow aisle, inspecting the soldiers under her command with a keen eye.

"But I will not bore you with the religious and philosophical differences between the Sith and the Jedi. You care not for them, and as you are not Sith, they are not for you to ponder anyhow. So understand this instead: if we allow these vagrants to desecrate the tombs of Korriban with their filth, it will inspire other heathens to question our power; to question the Order's right to rule. That, in turn, will inspire rebellion on other worlds: on the worlds you call home. On the worlds your families call home. The Sith Order will be ravaged by chaos, and it will be you and yours that pay the price."

Maerae came to a stop at the opposite end of the landing craft, satisfied with the rank and file troopers, who held themselves with the bearing of seasoned soldiers.

"And so today, we will drive the heretics from our world, so that such a thing will never come to pass! Let all who would call themselves our enemy recall this day as a black reminder of the consequences of opposing the Sith Order!"

 

[Darth Caedes]

• Korriban
• Sutta-class Battlecruisor
• Battlecruisor Helm
• Objectives I & III
• Tags — Kyraj | TheFrances | Coconutly | Mellifluous Magenta | [ _Open ]

The suffocating presence of fleet ships filled the darkness and descended upon Korriban, engulfing the ancient Sith world in crude metal and the screaming retort of starfighter engines. The Order's assembled armada, like malevolent shadows, cast their ominous threat against the backdrop of space, their sheer numbers blotting out the stars behind them.

Darth Caedes' personal warship, The Omen, loomed at the forefront of the Kainite fleet, a monstrous behemoth born of nightmares. From its gaping hangar bays disgorged a sudden storm of activity, swarms of landing craft, like hornets enraged, hurled from the battlecruisor and sped toward the planet's surface. Each dagger-like shuttle was crowded with blood starved and cunning, cloned reptilian killers, the twisted echoes of sentient beings warped in the dark side, awaiting their chance to unleash havoc upon a defenseless world. With the guidance of Sith warriors, they would scour the landscape and raze the stench of Ashlan once and for all.

From The Omen's command deck, silhouetted in the red glow of massive ceraglass viewports, and Korriban beyond, Darth Caedes observed the scene with a sense of cruel satisfaction. Never before had he known a Jedi to command such power.

Behind him, amidst the eerie echo of cloned minds, he felt a surge of anger and violent impulses permeate the bridge like a stone being thrown into a river. He breathed in the sensation, opening his mouth to inhale, craning his neck and closing his eyes. Kyraj. The young apprentice's presence cast a shroud of turbulence through the Force. It was a volatile energy, dangerous when uncontrolled but powerful, threatening to consume both Kyraj himself and those who stood in his path.

"Lord Caedes." Kyraj said boldly.​

"Might I have your permission to lead the ground assault?"​

Caedes turned slowly, his eyes piercing like twin flames, fixing upon Kyraj. In the depths of that gaze lay a warning, a silent reminder of the power and consequences that accompanied the dark side.

"You may," he whispered simply, cocking his head to one side.​

"Prepare our shuttle at once. I will join you shortly." ​

Turning back to the viewport, his attention shifted once more from Kyraj to the impending chaos that awaited below. He could feel the gazes of his crew lay hot against his back, the Rajakzânkut fanatical in their desire to serve.

"Maintain full alert status across all stations and keep all sensors primed for any incoming threats. I expect full combat readiness at all times and the vigilance of our Navigators to be kept sharp. We cannot afford to be caught off guard amidst the shadows of Korriban. Ag-Ro-Na," he commanded The Omen's tactical officer, "our troops on the ground will be our eyes and ears. Await the transmission of ground data relayed by our troops below and prepare the Axial Reactor for orbital bombardment. Target the enemy positions identified by our troops and rain destruction upon them."​

Ag-Ro-Na, a saurian, almost serpentine Tiss'shar female bowed her willowy body in compliance.

"Eet Sssshall be done, Lorrrd Caedessss." ​

"Good," Caedes replied, turning from the viewport and making his way across the bridge after Kyraj.​

"Make sure that it is done flawlessly." ​

The Tiss'shar did not move from supplication, only hissed and flicked her tongue in acquiescence.

"Aasss you desssiiiire it, my Lorrrd." ​

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Multiplayer OOC: [ _Open ] // [ // _En Route to Objective III //] [ // _Optional:// report ground data of significant Ashlan sites to The Omen through the proper, Sith Order encrypted, transmission channels in order to invoke a potential, surgical, orbital bombardment. This may be used to address Objectives I & III //] [// _Optional: (2)// deploy from The Omen and hit the ground running with the Kainite’s Tiss’shar warriors at your back. Sith Order members may lead them and direct their loyalty as if officers in the field. This may be used to address Objectives I or III //]

 

[Kyraj]

Korriban
Sutta-class Battlecruiser
Battlecruiser Helm
Objectives I & III
Tags — Darth Caedes | TheFrances | Coconutly324 | [ _Open ]

Kyraj felt the pressure of the master's gaze as he turned to respond. The fire in his carried a threat. Consequences. For what though? Failure? He would not fail. Perhaps then Caedes felt threatened and needed to establish his place of authority. Kyraj would be cautious. He knew that he was not yet ready to oppose such a force. He would play his part.

"You may, prepare our shuttle at once. I will join you shortly."​

He would be joining them then. Hopefully he wouldn't put a damper the fun. The apprentice offered a crisp bow before turning on his heel as if dismissed. He would prefer to use his own craft for their landing party. It's firepower was superior to any shuttlecraft, but Caedes would have his way.

As he left the bridge he opened up his commlink, hailing the team of commandos he'd been assigned.

<Regroup at Darth Caedes shuttle. We'll be taking it to the surface. Be ready. We'll likely land firing.>​

Supposedly the commandos were among the best. He would see if they could keep up.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Multiply and Replenish
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: 3 34125 Open!

​

As the Kainite's reinforcements began falling onto the world below in a wave of ships, Alisteri stepped into a shuttle and regarded the awaiting Legionnaires with a nod of his head. Some of them saluted, others bowed their heads in return. "According to the reports filtering in from the Kainites most of the remaining Ashlans have been driven underground, into the ancient tombs that they've desecrated." He grabbed onto one of the rails lining the ceiling and closed the boarding ramp with a simple press to the control panel nearby.

"Now I'm sure between their droid armies and brainwashed, printed soldiers they have probably done a decent job of repelling the Jedi and their forces from most of the surface. But I refuse to believe that we will find empty cities simply waiting a new batch of inhabitants. Be on your guard, expect traps and potential holdouts alike. Leave no stone unturned and no corner dark. I want to know every inch of these settlements and cities by the time we're done." Alisteri tapped on his helmet's commlink as he gestured for the shuttle's pilot to takeoff.

:"This is Darth Strosius to all Wonosan and Inquisition forces. The Kainites will still be making their own landings so keep tight and don't get it confused down there. We're the vanguard for the settlers, not the rear guard for Carnifex's forces. All shuttles lift off and begin your descent.": The Altorius and accompanying carriers soon added to the flood of ships barreling into the planet's atmosphere, although they were focused away from the battles that were soon to come.

Instead they aimed for what was once the capital city and the surrounding settlements, in tight formations that didn't get lost amidst the other landing craft. It had been years since Alisteri had set foot on Korriban, and almost none of forces had ever so much as seen an image of it. Indeed he had been neglecting the holy world for far too long. No longer.

 

[First Sister]

Location: Bridge, The Omen -> Korriban
Objective: III. Dash Them Against The Stones
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tags: Darth Caedes Kyraj

​

She had been idle for too long.

Having been called to the bridge, First Sister listened intently as Darth Caedes proclaimed the return of the Sith to Korriban. By all indications, this would be a day of bloodshed, but also one of great joy and fervor. Ever since the conclusion of the Third Imperial Civil War, the Sith had been forced to the Outer Rim and other secluded reaches of space to rebuild their strength. For her part, First Sister had spent much of the time buried in her studies, honing her talents as an electromancer to the point of mastery.

Her magnum opus: the Electromancer’s Claws.

"Behold, my brethren, the reclamation of our birthright! Korriban, the cradle of darkness, has returned to our grasp! Now we must make it ours again!"

Sweet euphoria filled the tiny electromancer’s bosom at the prophetic words of the Clawdite Sith Lord. Like more than a few of her brother and sister Rajakzânkut on the bridge, many who on this particular vessel were of purified Tiss’shar blood, but brethren nevertheless, First Sister sang a devotional hymn under her breath, an outward expression of her faith.

<”We will give our lives to the Father without hesitation!
He is the light, and without Him, our lives will be lost to darkness.
Bless the Eternal Father, in His shadow we stand and in His eclipse we serve!”>

With the deliverance of her orders, First Sister turned to Kyraj , who she would be working alongside for the mission. Hiding a scowl beneath her mask, the electromancer had sensed his distaste for her brothers and sisters. Flexing her clawed fingers, the tiny strand-cast likewise resisted the urge to attempt to strike him down in a coruscating fulmination. The Rajakzânkut—Force-sensitive or not—were all of pure blood, crafted by the hands of the Eternal Father.

In her mind, the white-haired Apprentice was a mongrel of unclean blood by comparison, easily replaced by a pure brother or sister.

Before long, First Sister made her way to the hangar bay, where the shuttle sat waiting for the commandos and the Sith to come aboard. After checking her equipment, First Sister stepped aboard before seating herself in one of the rows and pulling the restraints over her chest.

The purification of Korriban was imminent.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Starlight Dress
  
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
• Electromancer’s Claws
• The Galvanic Torch

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

Korriban.

Like Dromund Kaas, the Ashlan's had sought to 'purify' it. Like her, they sought to control and deny their true nature. It was infuriating to think about for the young Sith. And a fuel to what she wanted to do once she got to the surface. Cleanse them. It was a silly thought. There was no cleansing. Just murdering those who thought they could cleanse the Sith. The others around her preached their cultish views, but they didn't matter to Aliris.

All she wanted was her freedom from the cult of the Light.

She sat alone aboard the shuttle, her arms crossed over her chest. Darth Strosius should be here. If he was, would she meet him again? Maybe. Right now she was following these Kanites to get herself to the surface.

Then she could spill all the blood she wanted.

Darth Caedes | Kyraj | First Sister

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Kainate had come in force, buoyed by their Eternal Father's decree. Their fleet hung above Korriban like a precarious blade, and at it's center was the Eternal Rule; mighty flagship of the Dark Lord Himself. Upon it's bridge the Dark Lord watched as the forces of darkness converged on the tomb-world, swarming it's skies, and littering it's red sands with hundreds, even thousands, of landing craft. This was what He'd envisioned so long ago, the shadows again coming to swallow not just this world, or even the Holy Worlds, but all worlds.

It was but the first stone that would set loose an avalanche.

"Form up, my devoted chosen." At His back was a cadre of men and women, all pulled from different corners of the Kainate, but all equally devoted to His Eclipsing Mission. Chief among them was Quintessa, Blessed Quintessa, the herald of His gospel. Though her trials had been harrowing, near lethal even, she had come through pure of faith. For this, the Dark Lord had elevated her above her brothers and sisters, marking her as one of His chosen; sanctified by His dark power.

He led them down to the launch bays, where more of His soldiers awaited. They were all viciously eager, hungry to prove themselves in their Father's eyes. "You, who I have chosen to stand by my side, shall accompany me to what remains of the Sith Temple, the once great academy. There, we shall purify Korriban, and remake it anew. We come to eclipse Korriban, as shall all worlds be eclipsed in time." Then, they boarded the Dark Lord's personal shuttle, and began the arduous journey down towards Korriban's surface.

Towards a new era.

Quintessa ​

 

[34125]

Objective: Multiply and Replenish
Tags: Darth Strosius

Maerae felt the carrier shudder as it made atmospheric reentry, and knew it was almost time for the shuttles to depart. She retook her original place, standing at the front of the shuttle, and only a few seconds later she felt the hum of the engines as the pilots began their flight checks. Soon enough, they'd be given the order to begin their descent to the surface of Korriban.

Then the order came, from Darth Strosius himself.

The shuttle roared to life, and Maerae reached up to grab the hand rail that ran the length of the roof. With a jolt, the shuttle took off, first hovering in the hangar bay to retract its landing gear, and then departing it all together. Even through the exterior plating, Maerae could hear the arid winds beating against the hull as they descended to the capital city.

Despite herself, Maerae couldn't help but feel excited. To think that she, just a lowly Acolyte, was not only about to step foot on the Sith's most sacred world, but was also assigned to the invasion force sent to reclaim it? This would be a day written in annals of history, and she was actually a part of it. Maybe things were looking up for her after all.

"My lord," her comm chirped to life, clearly one of the pilots addressing her, "we're coming close to the drop zone."

She reigned her excitement in, and reminded herself of the severity of her task.

"Understood," she replied, "stay in formation, and keep us close to Darth Strosius' shuttle."

Maerae moved from the front of the shuttle to the hatch, the soldiers under her command following her without needing to be ordered to do so. She drew in a breath, and readied herself to take her first steps upon the holy world.

 

[Crix Maden]

It had been a long time.

It was a memory, not too distant, when he was trained on the planet of Korriban to become one of the last trained there. His father was a captain of their army, and so when it was found that Crix had force sensitivity within him, he was shipped off to the temple at his reluctance. From there he had trained to become one, yet never was he picked by a sith master. For one reason or another, that was the case, and so as he ascended from the rank of hopeful to acolyte - he was tasked to participate in a fateful space battle. While he had defeated the jedi and their spacecraft, the battle which followed as he chased the jedi down to the planet's surface was not allocated to his victory. Instead, he was defeated, and his craft commandeered - he was stranded on the desolate planet for several years.

He escaped the planet after being discovered by a sith cult, and soon broke away from them - wandering the galaxy as a hand-for-hire. As Korriban was filled with the presence of the force - an accumulating power which echoed through the galaxy - Crix was reminded of his not-so-distant past.

"We are arriving"

Like many other crafts, an imperceivable spec of metal traveling through the abyssal expanse of space abruptly dropped into the view of many other constructs. His own eyes open, their hue a dark amber, were revealed, as he opened them and detached from the meditative state that he induced upon himself. They fell upon the cockpit seat where a small droid was stationed, commandeering the craft for him. He could still take in the stench of death even after he had jettisoned all of the dead crew members that he had slaughtered.

"Make the necessary communications to let them know we are sith,'

The droid complied and began communicating.

As for Crix, he approached one of the monitors in case one of the ships wanted to connect to him for a visual exchange.

{First post back, haven't written in quite some time here. Feel free to PM me and tell me what I should be doing, or if I need to correct this post at all.}

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Bridge, Eternal Rule -> Korriban
Objective: I. Scour the World
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tags: Darth Carnifex

They were finally home.

She had shared the moment of their return with her God, seated on His lap as the Eternal Rule flew through hyperspace, before translating into realspace at the head of the fleet. Similar events had once been the subject of her dreams, images of her fighting alongside Him on the Day of Revenge, slaying heretics and Lightblind slaves. While the moment of their arrival had been far more intimate and affectionate, with His hand lovingly resting on her head as Korriban came into view, months ago such a thing would only have been just that—a dream.

And yet, Quintessa knew better than to allow herself more than a moment of comfort.

Before long, the chosen were assembled and soon, the Dark Lord stood before them to proclaim the eclipsing of Korriban. Standing foremost among the chosen, Quintessa raised her voice in exaltation, before turning to the others in the group to reaffirm His words.

<“Korriban shall be the domain of the Sith’ari once more! Suffer not the presence of the heretic and the Lightblind slave. Kill all that stand against you, in the name of our Father. By His Will Shall We Eclipse the Stars!”>

A chorus of voices rose to repeat the tiny Acolyte’s last words. Satisfied, Quintessa allowed them to depart for their assignments before following after the Dark Lord as he led the way to the hangar bay where the Crestfallen was readied to receive them.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
    • Poison Reservoirs
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Quintessa’s Twin Lightsaber Shotos
• Krath Council Stiletto

 

[First Sister]

Location: Shuttle, Hangar Bay, The Omen
Objective: III. Dash Them Against The Stones
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tags: Darth Caedes Kyraj Aliris Tremiru

The restraint harness didn’t fit her very well, of course.

Giving an exasperated sigh, First Sister leaned back into the seat as she waited for the others to board the shuttle. It was only then that she sensed the presence of someone else aboard, compelling the tiny electromancer to shift her gaze towards their direction. In doing so, her eyes found a blonde teenager with a focused, determined expression borne across her lightly freckled features. Offering the girl a sidelong glance, the Sister acknowledged her presence with an informal, yet respectful hand gesture—the sign of the Eclipse, before turning her gaze away to leave her be.

A few moments later, her eyes widened with realization, at which point she turned to look at her again.

“Alina?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Starlight Dress
  
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
• Electromancer’s Claws
• The Galvanic Torch

 

[Kyraj]

Korriban
The Omen
Hangar Bay
Darth Caedes First Sister Aliris Tremiru

Kyraj finished briefing his troops on the plan for establishing a forward command post from which they would patrol the area to identify targets for bombardment. He dismissed them and they began filing into the shuttle. He took a moment to breath in the power around him. The crushing roil of emotions that came before a battle. Fear, rage, bloodlust, he breathed it all in. Suddenly he felt two other presences aboard the shuttle. Each brimming with power. Neither were Caedes though. It seemed they would have more company on their foray. As the last of the commandos boarded the shuttle he stepped up the ramp himself to join them. Who were these mystery allies?

 

[Zal Aditi]

Korriban
Valley of Golg
Objective III: Dash Them Against the Stones
Darth Caedes | Kyraj

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Perched atop a rocky outcropping, Zal Aditi raised a hand to shield her gaze and looked up through the orange skies of her homeworld as the fleet at long last made their entrance above the planet. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply, feeling the dark power of the arriving Sith, sensing the energies of the planet itself stirring and awakening to greet them. At last. At last her home would be free of the final shreds of the light side energy that had oppressed and suppressed its true nature. At last the great travesty of the Ashlan Crusade would be wiped clean, and Korriban would be restored.

She took a moment to glance at her monitor, ensuring the beacons she had placed to guide The Omen's landing craft were transmitting properly. Far beneath her, Jedi and other colonizers cowered, seeking shelter in the very ruins and temples they had come to destroy. It was not just the cold gaze of ancient carvings that watched them in the darkness.

Patience, she thought soothingly, feeling the hungry stirrings of her Tuk'ata pack through their telepathic bond. They could sense the surge of dark energy that had just entered the atmosphere, were made restless by it, but she held them to her will, and they remained out of sight... Out of sight of the fools who had come to seek refuge in the very tunnels and caverns their invasion had driven the packs into just a few short decades ago. The dark side creatures they had poisoned and tortured with their profane light force ritual were recovering their true strength, and these sanctimonious interlopers had no idea the reckoning that awaited them even now, eager to strike from the shadows.

She smiled in vicious anticipation as she awaited the ground troops. Vengeance would indeed be sweet.

 

[Darth Caedes]

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• Korriban
• Sutta-class Battlecruisor — The Omen
• Battlecruisor Helm | Ag-Ro-Na
• Tags — Crix Maden

The Omen's command bridge, a sprawling chamber with towering viewports offering panoramic vistas of the surrounding Sith fleet, pulsated with an eerie red glow. The air hummed with comm chirps and tactical computers, charged by the shuffling monotone of quiet conversation. Scattered throughout, reptilian Rajakzânkut hissed and clicked, themselves perfect extensions of the Order's will.

Ssa-Ran-Diip, Omen's Comms Officer, a reptilian body coiled around complex consoles, talons gliding across holo displays, maintained contact with the vast Sith fleet.

"Incoming transssmisssion," she hissed.
"From?" Asked Ag-Ro-Na, Tactical Officer and presiding captain.
"An unmatched Light Freighter classs sstarship. Eet isssnot recognized by Omen archives, but eet isss transssmitting the proper Ssith codesss."​

Ag-Ro-Na bared her teeth and squinted her eyes.

"Sssend eet through." ​

A green light flashed on Ag-Ro-Na's comms console, indicating a live feed connection.

<< Unnamed Sssith Light Freighter, thisss eess Ag-Ro-Na aboard the Omen. Ssstate your businesss. >> ​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Multiply and Replenish
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: 3 34125 Open!

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The bulk of the shuttles issued forth from the Inquisition and Wonosan fleet came to make their landings among the now empty streets of what had been Korriban's capital city. The world had never been quite as developed as Dromund Kaas of course, but in its time as a gem of the Sith Empire and as the capital world of the Sith Eternal it had seen more than enough development and urbanization in its own right.

Boarding ramps and doors were quickly opened and lowered, allowing for the first of the Legionnaires and troopers to step out onto the dusty streets for the first time in their lives. Many of them, especially the Legionnaires, had been told grand stories of Korriban by Alisteri and were almost hesitant to set foot on sacred ground such as this. The troopers of the Inquisition on the other hand, lacking the zealous fanaticism of their Wonosan counterparts, were hesitant to stray too far from the shuttles due to possible enemy presence still within the city itself.

Alisteri himself held no such hesitation however.

The masked man stepped off of the shuttle's ramp and onto the street seemingly without a concern or care in the world. He breathed deeply, having momentarily switched off his mask's rebreather, and inhaled the cold air that drifted through the buildings in a chilling wind. Without the full might of the Ashlan Jedi present, Korriban's dark nature had began to seep out and fill the surface of the world once more in an oppressive haze of power and ancient importance.

Alisteri spread his arms wide as he closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of the planet, so saturated and imbued with the Dark Side. He felt stronger and more capable, more in touch with both himself and with the Force, more Sith than he could feel on any world that lacked the nexus of a world such as Korriban. :"Can you feel it?": His voice crackled across the commlinks of the soldiers as the last of them filed out onto the street.

He rolled his shoulders and allowed himself a moment to stretch as if he hadn't done so in days. :"This world, so divine and sacred, so attuned to the Dark Side and all its majesty. Do you feel the chill on the wind? The sensation of raw power? This is the birthright of all Sith, of all those loyal and subservient to the Dark Side and its practitioners. Legionnaires, Inquisition Troopers, Sith, I welcome thee to Korriban.":

Finally his relaxed posture shifted back to one filled with composure and authority, the reverence having passed for now. :"Fan out and begin searching the nearby buildings. Inquisition forces will move to secure the spaceport and other potential landing grounds such as this plaza. Legionnaires, you're with me. We will march to the capitol building and ensure that it is under our control, that will give us access to much of the city and perhaps even allow us to activate some of its defenses in case the Ashlans choose to appear. Acolyte Verdan, you're with me as well.":

The soldiers were quick to move into action, some of the troopers already establishing a perimeter and branching out to the nearby buildings as the Legionnaires began to assemble behind the masked man. :"The shuttles will return to the fleet and gather the auxiliary units that have yet to depart, so don't expect any air support just yet. You have your orders for this blessed world, stick together and suffer no hesitation or obstacle to our goals this day.": Alisteri drew his sword and lightsaber from his belt, igniting the red blade with a simple movement of his wrist.

:"Nothing shall stop us from reclaiming Korriban.":

 

[Darth Nwul]

• Korriban
• Sutta-class Battlecruiser
• Battlecruiser Hangar Bay
• Tags -- Darth Caedes | Kyraj | First Sister | Zal Aditi

Wake felt the ship drop out of hyperspace as he was sitting in the Hangar. His eyes focused on the ground, his thumb running down the handle of the sword that gleamed dangerously in his hand. It was a weapon he'd have to use until he constructed a new lightsaber. He closed his eyes and took a steady breath. His education had been short, but fruitful, whilst studying under Darth Strosius. The knowledge he'd gained had given context to the wisdom that he'd consumed from his late master. It had clicked, in a disturbing way, the knowledge a Jedi Master had about their ancient enemies was rather impressive in retrospect. Yet it all was worthless without context to guide the student. That is what Strosius gave him. He would study under as many as were necessary to achieve his goal. Their politics be damned.

Now he was on the Omen, a ship under the direct command of yet another Sith Lord, Darth Caedes. Wake was no one of importance or note, he had practically begged for the opportunity to join this task after it had been brought to his attention. The fact that his 'tutor' in the Dark Side had relented was all the more shocking. Yet here he was. He clutched the weapon as a flood of strength washed over him. The power of the Dark Side given such presence he could taste it. His eyes flicked towards the source, approximately where Korriban waited below.

There was much he still had to learn, of course, but those answers lay below and in the mind of a Sith that could possibly understand the insight that Wake had experienced during his epiphany. He needed to make a lasting impression on Darth Caedes. Whether he became the man's apprentice or not was another thing entirely. Wake was not the kind of person to bend the knee easily, and to be honest there was only one thing that he obeyed. Yes. Only one presence that he felt the urge to accept in his heart. His fingers clenched around the weapon as another ripple of power exploded from the bridge.

"Behold, my brethren, the reclamation of our birthright! Korriban, the cradle of darkness, has returned to our grasp! Now we must make it ours again!"

Darth Caedes. So that's what he sounded like.

"Pick your finest and support our hunters on the ground. Scour the surface until every bit of flesh is picked clean from the bone. Smoke out and burn every temple, every cave, every remote home, every fleeing dissident, every sign of futile resistance. Let the crusts of Korriban run red once more with blood."

Sure, he'd do that. He'd play ball. But only so he could get his hands on the minds of those Jedi down below. He wondered what kind of techniques and skills they had crammed in those heads of theirs. He licked his lips as the tingle of addiction worked up his spine. It'd been a while since he'd had a meal. That thought was enough to bring him back to reality. He shuddered and took a breath reigning control back from the hunger that burned in his veins. He needed more strength to make the hunger his own, or he'd surely lose more than his mind.

He looked up as more movement began to scramble about the hangar. The reptilian crew moved this way and that while he sat in his meditative pose on an outcropping. He flicked the blade in his hand left and right, following the ebb and flow of the energy in the room. It was palpable, they were getting ready to leave. His eyes darted to the left as a voice came in through a comm system. A group of commandos standing ready were being hailed by Darth Caedes...apprentice perhaps? Maybe. He wasn't sure. Either way they'd be heading towards Darth Caedes' shuttle.

Wake hopped off the ledge and followed them casually until he was standing in front of a white haired sith who practically oozed status, he must be the apprentice leading the charge. Wake kept his expression almost disinterestedly neutral as the orders were given, filing onto the ship without a word and slipping into a seat. More presences joined them, more power, all of them probing one another, testing and poking. Wake kept his presence under control. His eyes straight forward. He knew that his presence had an odd 'taste' to it according to the Jedi boy Braze. Had his actions in killing his former master marked him in some way?

He licked his lips and instead focused on the roiling emotions, he could already feel the others preparing and wouldn't be left behind. Instead of bloodlust, he found a different emotion, the one that he'd felt in his epiphany. He saw the Dark Side as the purest expression of life, and in life, one can find true joy. His smile grew wider as fury turned to elation, excitement, fervor, and that emotion turned to power. He let it build slowly, a raging flame in his chest just waiting to be unleashed.

Wake was going to Korriban. Finally.