Reign of Terror [Underground/Open]

[Lina Djo]

839 ABY​

Contruum​

Speakers spewed propaganda all over the city, but here in the shadows, it was just another noise of the forsaken world. A humm over the orchestra of blaster fire and cries of pain. The mandalorians had claimed this land, dug their flag deep into the ground. Organics were fools, so fixated with fighting over this world or that that they failed to see the true path, they failed to grow. they would die, or they would upgrade. There was one that her maker seemed to be lenient with. Perhaps it was the Queen of Chaos' way with other organics? Who knew?

The HRD by the name Parla, stepped over yet another flayed corpse as she pushed further into the lair, brushing past skins hung out to dry. Bright blue eyes glinted in the shadows, watching her every move. What could they do to her? Nothing. Flay her skin and all they would find beneath is metal and wires. More than that, she represented her.

The Queen of Chaos, the sith who'd unleashed the Bando Gora into the streets of Contruum. The lady Apoleia. Reavers moved behind her, closed around her so she stopped.

And waited till they'd finished doing whatever it was they were doing. Assessing the danger. Trying to determine why they could not feel her in the force. Waste of precious time.

"What does she say?"

Parla's lips curled into a smile. "Grow. And make them suffer."

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844 ABY​

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Mandalorian's grasp on Contruum had been short lived, no thanks to Akala. Wasn't such a bad thing, the planet caused nothing but problems for whoever set foot upon it. No love lost, thought Mia. So why come here? Why set foot on a planet that had become the latrine of the galaxy?

Whispers. Rumour. Word on the spacer lanes. People were packing up and leaving, entire families were going missing. Stories of creatures whose skin was mottled and eyes glowed blue. There was a parasite on Contruum and Mia wasn't about to tackle it alone.

[Message Source: - - Mid Rim Territories]
[Encryption code: 52 02 84 FF]
[Recipeint: Rebellion Actual]
[Decrypting...]
[Message begins...]

Bando Gora spotted on Contruum. Numbers unknown. Origin unknown. Requesting support.

Liberator.

[Message Ends.]

Mia guided the small freighter down to a landing dock and waited for a response.

Spoiler

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Xander Carrick"] @And any other Underground members that want to join.

Objectives are for you to decide. Hunt Bando Gora, establish a new Operations point, rescue bando gora slaves. Whatever you like.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Natoline Kerrigan"]


Contruum. Such a small world in the ever-shrinking no man's land between the Republic and the Mandalorian Clans. An unruly, impoverished third world planet cursed with always drawing the attention of great powers who used it as a plaything for their ambitions. A perennial thorn in everyone's side, the place where ideals went to die. The Republic had once backed a terrorist insurgency against a tyrannous fascist regime, then backed out when the rebels became politically inconvenient. Velok had staged an auction here, giving the Empire and the Jedi the finger as he sold off their prizes. Yet here he had met his end. A permanent one, supposedly. He had not been the last Sith Lord to use the planet as his playground. The Mandalorians had come to restore order, but their grip had faltered when Akala's storm swept across the galaxy and bathed it in chaos.


Now, once again, Contruum had hit the spotlight and was making waves. The dictator of the week had been faltering, his stormtroopers supposedly on the run as the rebels seemed to finally find some semblance of unity instead of fighting one another. Then...they came. Rumours said that they were the fruit of medical experiments performed by the People's Guard and the Contruum secret police. That the gestapists had toyed with something they did not understand, played with powers best left buried.


But the stories were clear. Of savage creatures of untold viciousness whose skin was mottled and whose eyes glowed a bright blue. Who tore out the hearts of their victims and devoured the with glee, made sacrifices to satanic Gods. It said a lot about the despair that had taken hold of Contruum that the Cult still found willing converts. After all, Contruum had little to hope for. If you had no future, you might as well throw in your lot with the Chaos-worshipping fanatics and willingly bear the Mark of Chaos.


From the depths of space a small transport ship came down descending through the atmosphere of the grim, smog-clogged planet, making haste for a landing dock at the edge of the ruined city. Siobhan Kerrigan, slaughterer of Bando Gora and conqueror of Gehenna, their homeworld, twice over, had not before yet foot upon this ruined, godsforsaken world. By all rights she should probably not be here. She had a business to run, a planetwide exodus to supervise, a family to look after. Yet here she was and she had brought a truly ridiculous amount of firepower with her for the purge to come.


For one moment she entertained the absurd thought whether this Bando Gora cult worshipped her as their 'Chaos Goddess' as well. Either way, it would not matter. A simple transmission was sent to the Liberator. 'Mia, I'm coming. Sio.' Short concise to the point. Time to launch an exterminatus. Again. Third time's the charm or so they say.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Mia Monroe"] and Underground Members

Contruum

Back sat against the rough-stone wall of a hard-to-find interweb cafe, really just a room in an abandoned house that could only be found through several layers of chat rooms and bribes. Her iComm was already connected to the local signals. Gray-blue eyes scanned the encrypted message again. Force signature was hidden and she felt the dull onset of a headache for doing it for so long.

Should've brought a ysalamiri on a nutrient board instead of that strawberry pack of gum.

Bony-fingers flew across the keypad.

Encrypt Code:34-7/(8)0/>\
To: Liberator
CC: Rebellion Actual


Liberator. Messaged received. On-site and establishing secure comm channels. Estimated completion time 9 minutes to transmit to fellow U. members. Digging into local reports to research further on ground situation. Sitreps to be reported on standard 25 minute intervals.

Standby.

Spark

 

[Glade]

Sauntering into view, like she’d give certain space elves a run for their money. Nato hopped up on a nearby console next to Siobhan. “We get to have some fun?” She smirked, curling her mouth’s corner up, Nato-wink given to her mum, and yep she hadn’t been able to avoid her Firemane armor today, because well for one her mum was standing about two feet away! So she’d not even tried to.

Wearing nothing special, but sleek light black armor, hugging her petite frame, partial coverings strapping up her arms, shoulders and chest, even if she felt itchy and hated wearing armor of any kind. Her thin armor pieces were interspaced with black leather on her top, and shredded soft snake print latex leggings, not shiny, smooth. Small lines cut at their top which left the rest of her material snapped tight but flexible, revealing just the slightest show of her silver ankle bracelets which would interlace her toes, before her reinforced strapped sandals and snug socks covered them up, because you never got to see her feet. Straps, straps, straps, she felt in a strappy mood today! Yeah okay she'd skipped her leg armor, and argued for a lil style over substance for her bodysuit, whatever, she blew some hair out of her face which had wandered down.

Nato had never actually seen her mum fighting, but she’d seen her really really angry, and was kinda of excited, she saw Sio as everything the young Kiffar girl wanted to be, hero worship yep. Throwing and catching Aurora her saber in her hand, the little Kiffar kicked her legs out, bright-eyed as ever. She was of course sporting her family gift, Sio's silver necklace that packed its own little punch!

Catching sight of a certain blue twi’lek named Tadi’etti, she’d collected on her travels she chanced a quick smile, and a not so insignificant glance or two, before her blue girl hurried off back packing weapons and other things. Quirky little twi'lek, almost like she was always hiding somethin', always nervous.

"Sounds like a'party" Her daughter hopped down and stretched her arms up relaxing, high over her head, least her armor felt better than last time, more flexible.

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]​