Removing the Records for Rebuilding (Open Read Spoiler First)

[Raien Keth]

Spoiler

Opposition or Allies to meet him welcome. He has no faction, this is an individual thread. In the case of opposition no more than 1 Master or 2 others for balance sake. In the case of allies or interested parties, any amount.

Bothawui
Bothan System
Urval'starn Spaceport – West Continent
Morning, Daybreak.

Morning time, daybreak on a new canvas, painting pictures of weighed oblivion ready for another unsuspecting cycle. Urval’starn was your usual Bothan city, cream colored structures, mostly round spire buildings of various sizes, oranges and light blues on display in a mixed species commercial area.

Being effectively dead and gone for as long as he had been, had it’s advantages. Few records of the Betrayer existed or what had transpired. The less that existed now the quicker he could establish himself. Unfortunately two particular species and Raien Keth had an exceptionally bloody history, his own the Echani and the Bothans, both would have records of just what had occurred. The Bothans had been used as assets, and he had fought elements within their spynet for decades before his crystal encasing, it was possible that certain elements of their government or spynet had records on him still, if anyone did, they did, and he would know for certain before leaving.

With no Sith sphere or meditation sphere device yet built to enhance his farseeing, he was relying on shattered possibilities, for clues as to what would transpire next in the circle of conflict that the galaxy was moving into. Many of them pointed here, and so he would answer.

Facing daybreak his shuttle docked into a relatively quiet spaceport, and he disembarked entering the light crowds. Cloaked in Jet black battle robes, rakattan fire runes across its surface emitted a long tale of tragedy and educations of the Sith Code. Nothing else was visible on his body, except a dry greying face that met anyone walking toward him, crushing black eyes looking right through them as barely even there with his heavy metal stepped advance.

 

[Raien Keth]

Crunching metal boots claimed ground, audible thuds as braced, reformed legs leveraged their weight and brought it to bear. It was a slow and heavy walk, always coming, never stopping. One singular purpose of bringing greater force potential out in the galaxy through conflict, seeding and demanding growth.

Through the streets his stride took him, old haunts that looked nothing like they used to be, streets, buildings, all of it had reformed. What hadn’t reformed, and wouldn’t ever reform, was the way his demanding attentions drew out others to stare, piercing in toward their mind, searching for anything of value to him when he decided to look.

Pressure built naturally around him with the walk, a countdown for what was coming. Credits had been enough to draw out one foolish informant to speak, round a corner in an alleyway the Bothan waved Raien in a side entrance to a building.

Inside the abandoned building was nothing but a few chairs, and some empty tables, a place the man thought safe. The door closed and gravity in the room felt heavier as his presence was rooted in place, establishing ground. There was a time when he would have questioned the man, but his contact was merely picked up in the force and choked, wrenching the details out of him. Pushing his own attention forward into the weak bothan's mind, demanding answers to images that were given.

A few minutes later, he had the location of the nearest spynet archive, and all that was left in the room was one more body.

 

[Raien Keth]

Steady approach through the streets drew eyes, heads turned, because anyone who didn’t get out of the way was just walked right over, metal crushing bone. Rolling outward like an armored sheet, his senses were extended, pushed to the target that was his focus, nothing else mattered, single minded would be an understatement.

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Snatal Corporate Buildings​

The large archive building was gated on the front, labelled under a false corporate name, not advertising itself as part of the Spynet, for obvious reasons. Security on the outside was light to not draw suspicion, but that would all change when the building started smoldering. He needed evidence of what they knew, where it was stored, then a wiping clean of the records here.

A heavy push hit the front gate, gripping it remotely in his outstretched hand. Metal pulled against metal as the hinges began to buckle. Panic hit the slow to react guard at his station, a panic that didn’t last long as the gate was pushed sideways impaling him, slowly crushing through the thin wall, leaving him no escape, and those inside barely a few seconds to ready themselves.

Thud, Thud, Thud. Always coming, never abating, it continued, the grinding noise. A brace boot kicked the front door, once, twice, force push finishing it off, sending it flying backwards into anyone waiting. Blasters were raised ready against him in confusion. Darth Surtr poised at the moment on the knife edge, reading the flow of the combat… here we go again.

Mood Music

 

[Raziel]

Raziel leant back and rubbed his temples. When he gathered the strength of will to open his eyes, he was somewhat dismayed to find the pile of datapads was still on his desk. Someone had to read the operational reports and make decisions. Most days he cherished picking through the information for valuable titbits on the movements of their enemies. It was almost voyeuristic, but in truth he knew that knowledge truly was power. The more you knew, the more opportunity to gather influence.

Tie enough strings to someone, and they eventually danced to your tune.

“Urgent message for the Director of Operations,” came a call from a comm unit on the wall. Raziel found his general use datapad and picked it up. The others were all isolated terminals, there were only a few points where information was gathered on the same system, and even then heavy encryption was used to segregate it.

Raziel looked down at the reports. One of their facilities was under attack. Not just any facility, either, he noted. Someone was attacking one on Bothawui itself. Bold. Possibly that Republic Jedi that hit a facility a few months ago.

“Fetch me a team and prep my gear,” Raziel said.

“Should we inform the police or military?”

“No, we deal with our own problems. Tell Snatal to start data purging. Hard burn the encryption keys as quickly as possible,” Raziel said coldly.


OOC/ Plenty of time afforded for story, but only so much destruction of our facilities can be permitted

 

[Raien Keth]

While most Sith he had seen over the years foolishly neglected Blaster deflection, Raien had spent decades perfecting that shell as an artform, covering all combat zones on the body. Edge of truth ignited it’s crimson glow piercing the rising dust sent up by the door, backstance ready, the beam was angled downward pointing in the direction the Betrayer would take.

Soresu.- Force Pressure

Shots were fired, sweeping a tight motion across the body, his saber lit the way demanding answers from those he faced, tighter and tighter circles followed, closing the distance, pressure building in the walk. Tension as their final moments were before their eyes, the steps didn’t stop, ever. Beam covering the combat zones, a full combat circle was maintained. His eyes deepened, crushing to focus, flashes intensifying, more ran down to meet the knight but he was almost on top of them.

His form barely even broke swing to slice the first pair of guards in two, swinging behind himself to deflect a shot straight into the head of a third, finishing with a crushing force push which took a fourth straight into, and then out of the nearest stairway window. Fluid would be an understatement, edge of truth had personally cut through thousands of men and women, and cause millions more to perish by it’s actions in war. It was built of suffering, each part hand crafted to be that final judgement with a bloody history of its own.

The Betrayer ascended, the screams of more dead were ahead of him, families to be denied loved ones, soon. They were just steps to take on the way in his ascent, upward the upper floors called... his progress was steady, slow but never ending.

[member="Raziel"]

 

[Raziel]

Raziel bobbed back and forth with the motion of the LAAT as it screeched through the skies. The ground below rushed past at a frightening speed, but the inertial compensators only let a fraction of the forces through to the occupants. The spymaster did a quick check of his equipment. On his Nightshrike armour he had a slightly different loadout to usual. Eschewing his usual Spynet terminal for a droid command terminal. On his belt he had a bothan cloaking device, and strapped to his back he had a micro-turret dispenser. He had several hold-out pistols hidden about himself, and a bracer of splinter knives on one arm. Hanging from his belt was a splinter pistol and his pair of sabers.*

In the back of the shuttle, a team of nine Hail-fire droids* loaded for urban combat sat inert. They would be directly deployed from the shuttle when they were in position.

“How far out are we?” Raziel asked.

“Ten minutes,” the pilot replied.

“Circle the building on arrival, tell them to get a pair of drones ready to launch. I want the building vaporised if I don’t come back out,” he instructed.



*links to gear in bio
*http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41184-hailfire-class-battledroid/

 

[Raien Keth]

An army could have been rolling up on the self-titled Sith Lord Raien Keth, a hundred Sith Masters. His purpose wouldn’t have changed one heartbeat. Single minded was an understatement, there was crushing purpose boring it’s way, through his eyes and outward into the unfolding scene ahead.

Purpose which was beginning to see damage to the hallways and structure, lights flickering on and off as screams were cut short, silence following in his wake. Guards, employees, anyone, it didn’t matter who was in the way, they either got out of the way, or their interruptions were ended.

Two such guards were trying to pull people to safety ahead of the Betrayers advance, sealing themselves away up ahead behind a protective screen. Their interruptions were met with silence, just the thudding inventible steps of iron. Shots ahead, smashed aside in Djem So, hammering each shot like a battering ram into the wall.

Fear and terror welled up around the Sith Knight, not his terror, theirs. Whatever unconscious apparitions they had in their mind, or whatever their greatest unspoken doubt, all this was magnified a hundred fold and turned to meet them. Weaker minds were screaming, as they faced their own inner demons. One of the guards shot his companion then himself in a fit of blind panic. Nothing changed, they were of no consequence, the approach merely continued, reaching the first door.

Level 6
Outer Core Breached

Simple brute force push hit the impressive heavy door, pressure wrenching it. Bracing his heavy legs, down, deep down, dripping malice was expelled outward. Every single wound on his body and in his mind added its own strength to the next push that came. The door didn’t stand a chance, no matter how strong it was, against a life spent breaking them down for others using their wounds.

[member="Raziel"]

 

[Raziel]

[member="Raien Keth"]

The sound of glass shards being crushed under his boot sounded perilously loud to the assassin as he moved through the entrance lobby. Taking a great deal more care with his next step, Raziel carefully planted his toe, then his heel and then slowly shifted his weight forwards.

He kept his smartgrenade launcher’s stock wedged against his shoulder, the barrel inexorably held on the door ahead of him. Raziel kept his presence cloaked, and advanced silently alone. The Hailfire droids would follow when called.

As he reached the threshold he snapped around the corner, scanning the next room for threats. More bodies, no target. He could feel another presence seeped in the darkside ahead, but that was no reason to be rash. Slipped one hand behind his back, he pulled out a micro-turret and carefully pressed it against the nearest wall. A light on the small device flashed once to indicate it was active.

Content that this level was clear, Raziel started to ascend to the next. A great metallic groan echoed down the stairs, followed by a crash. Still, there was no need to rush. There could still be threats hidden in wait for him, the reports might have been innacurate amd there might have been more than one. Or this Sith had left traps for him, as Raziel himself was doing now. He pulled a spare cryoban smart mine from his bandolier. A gentle tap against the console of the smart launcher programmed it to detonate when approached by any life form, and he placed it to one side, behind a dismembered corpse and out of immediate sight. It was left with just enough room for him to pass by without detonation, as long as he hugged the right side of the wall.

The Spymaster was infinitely cautious and patient. No need to rush in, when the jaws could slowly be closed behind the one who had dared attack one of their facilities so brazenly.

 

[Raien Keth]

Unware of the new arrival, and contrasting that care was the thud thud thud from a few floors above [member="Raziel"]. A guard jumped out from behind a corner, and was met with a heavy metal kick straight into his stomach. There was no grace, just brute force thrusting a solid block of metal up, shattering bones, internal organs, and leaving a heap which was walked over. The guard’s partner span firing from the other side, Raien swept Djem so into the blaster bolt, and in one unbroken move, a two handed crushing backhand swing went clean through the man.

Ripping metal began to fold curling upward as his internal pressure increased, the hallway floor began to tare, closer to his target, his attentions grew stronger and denser. The environment pulled, stretching and bending slightly in toward Raien’s goal. Once acute Echani focus, honed in the thousands he had killed and demanded everything from. This pressure and gravity was the start and birth of a much more demanding and devastating technique to come.


Level 7
Inner Core Door Historic Records Room

Another security screen, a thicker wall, it halted his advance.

Force Resonate

Pouring force energy into the protective metal shell, it was sped up, and up, and up, until it began to seem a blur. By this point the Knight had expended a lot of force potential, and was drawing deeper down into himself to connect with more, but it made him slower, in an already slow advance. [member="Raziel"] would soon catch him, even being cautious as he was.

The screen ahead shattered, exploding outward, thrust into anyone that had been waiting behind, piercing them with cutting metal shards, it left impaled corpses or bleeding men scampering away firing desperately. He had reached his target, his purpose was here.

[member="Raziel"]

 

[Raziel]

Enough was enough. The sudden bursts of fear and pain were getting too much to block out. The echoing screams and reverberating booms suggested his quarry was ramping up the collateral. Of course, that didn't entirely preclude caution. Raziel paused and took a knee and rested his smart launcher on his left palm, keeping it ready to fire. With his right hand he tapped a few keys on the console on his other forearm. A few moments later, one of the Hailfire droids hovered past him.

The drone rushed ahead of him, bobbing gently up and down as its rifle scanned back and forth. The Spymaster continued up the stairs, taking them two at a time. At the bottom corner of his HUD a small window now displayed the view of the first Hailfire. Raziel's eyes flicked back and forth to the small image. The droid would be on [member="Raien Keth"] in moments.

 

[Raien Keth]

Those needing to be ended on his journey were ended, the rest were left to their wounds he allowed them to experience. It was about this time that he found his data being purged. Raien Keth’s reaction was not the immediate rash anger of a Sith youngling. What followed was deep loathing, grating in his being that he was being interrupted, black pressure in his aura boiling up, causing Raien to break the nearest operators arm in the force, throwing him away from the controls.

More followed, pulling the arm up and pushing the wrist down. Agony expressed on their bodies that he had been delayed. Breathing deep of this place, he expelled that emotion outward, until the data purge was halted by the operators, and an image brought up on the screen ahead. His file, stored several hundred years ago, unsurprising because of how many spynet buildings he had laid waste to, and how many operatives he had killed for a certain Bothan Senator.

The rest of the spynets data was of no consequence, it never had been.

One floating nuisance, that barely registered as anything more than a training droid he had used as an apprentice, floated into his view. Even if to some it would appear a highly intelligent, impressive design. This was Raien Keth, not known for his tolerance of interruption. He had fought multiple flying blaster droids in training his deflection skills, daily, set to kill to give the full experience needed to grow as a warrior, like all his training apparatus.

Force Grip/Choke

As with the rest of the chaff here, he attempted to simply grip it in the force and crush the flying pest into the nearest wall, then go back to his business reading his file.

[member="Raziel"]

 

[Raziel]

[member="Raien Keth"]

[SIZE=12pt]The Hailfire droid was capable of calculation thousands of adjustments to its position per second, yet there was a discrete limit to the lateral force it could lay down. It didn’t even attempt to fire its weapon as it was slammed into the wall and fell to the ground with a few stray sparks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]After a moment a small speaker crackled into life, followed by a rather broken version of Raziel’s voice: “Now I imagine you’ve already ignored a lot of warnings and pleas already today, but before we do this, I thought I’d ask: what exactly is it you’re trying to achieve?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Not far from Raien’s position, Raziel slid another micro-turret into position behind a corner. If anyone passed back this way it would fire on them from behind. As he spoke his message he signalled the other droids to stay external to the building, but to reach the eighth floor and wait outside. [/SIZE]

 

[Raziel]

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[Raien Keth]

For all his talk about purpose, the details were there in his plans, in their executions however, they tended to be singleminded in the extreme. What was he trying to achieve? What was he always trying to facilitate, the forces “potential to be seeded, without interruption.” That was his all-consuming focus, giving that cryptic message away betrayed nothing of his actual plans, only the goal. The betrayer unsurprisingly lived his life awaiting betrayal around every corner, someone with lateral thinking might see that paranoia actually brought it to his door, and had done for decades.

Already his mind was beginning to calculate the many possible outcomes of what came next. He was in no rush to move until that course was decided. His file was copied to a memory stick and placed in his robes, the rest of the purge was accelerated, they’d actually been helping him, and he would see to it this facility at least was wiped clean. One down, some backup sites to go it seemed.

There were things here that needed wiping clean from memory for good, and that may mean trips to other spynet centers. “You have something I want.” A raspy, gritty voice stated to Raziel, demanding an answer. “A file erased.” If he could make a trade here, he would, he would walk into the galaxy unknown and anonymous, so the galaxy had no hope of stopping his plans for his work. How could the other guarantee honesty in the transaction, he doubted he could, in which case he would need to be killed along with the other witnesses. It suited Raien to hear him out in the open where he could be killed or dealt with.

[member="Raziel"] might easily sense the betrayers heavy attentions and will, his direction and goal, as Raien did nothing to shield his purpose. A trade or a fight, both were options, and danger was certain. Raien also lacked some of his original purpose, family, cause, battleground, these were voids in the force, easily sensed by someone of ability or focused will.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Raien Keth"]
Whilst the infiltrator's words were cryptic at first, they were more than he had been expecting. In truth another attack on the downed drone was the most he had hoped for. Raziel was far more sensitive than he was powerful, he risked exposing his proximity to skim his enemy's thoughts and feelings.

Shame he hadn't wanted information. That was so much easier than trying to prove you'd given something up. Spynet kept extensive backups. Hard encryption and plenty of safety mechanisms to prevent tampering.

"Whilst we're always willing to trade information, we're not too keen on giving it up. Seeing as you found this place, I assume you know that and that set you down this course.

"So the question is: what is this information worth to us? Can you offer something in exchange that's going to be easier than getting back out of here," Raziel replied quickly. A tricky negotiation, to be certain. One hand moved for the cloaking device on his belt, the other silently thumbed the safety catch on his launcher.

 

[Raien Keth]

Mood Music

Raien’s thoughts and feelings, were not simple things to probe. They were history and past, that is what he was. Raziel might find dangerously pressured concentration, crushed in the midnight iris by the Sith sphere that shaped him, ancient runes on his robes, real language he had sacrificed everything to live in his bones. They were great sacrifice of numerous family members, betrayals of tribes, civilizations, temples, emotions, his own self and all he once was. Wounds littering the form in a virtual shell of what was left, all given up to become the Sith code, each emotion taken to the extreme to conquer.

Deals, trades, sacrifices, he had made many over his lifetime. “I have destroyed much of the spynet before. I have built much of the spynet before. “ If Raziel was sensitive the literal body count in the Sith’s aura might be palatable, as might the pieces of his weapon, and the bloody history present in each, it may even be unnerving.

Darth Surtr turned his head to the question, very slowly seeking out the source, it may take even his weighty attention some time given the others skill at subterfuge. He was however single minded, and all that pressure, history and pain was focused now on finding Raziel.

It was beyond stopping them remembering his name, Sith-like reasoning taking over that it was time to state that name once more, and time to make an ally.

“Access what is left of my file. Raien Keth, Father of Wodenstam, Serenity of the flame and General of Thyrsus, gladiator of the cauldron.” Titles that meant nothing to him now but indicated points in the record of note. Ancient history, long thought dead, hundreds of years past.

Raien punched his data up on the computer plugging the file back in. From the spynet point of view: Raziel would see the bothans, the sunguard’s rise, senators Raien used to work with, long dead of course. He would see the missions Raien worked on for the Spynet, in exchange for information and a network of informants, he would see the mutual corporation and the rise in power of certain key senators, and the wars that were arranged in their name. He would see the bloody death and carnage as rivals were removed, and the eventual battle at Thyrsus which caused the world to burn, space stations, fleets, he would see it all, as the Bothans had been Raien’s closet allies, which in turn meant they had suffered the most to be in that position, gaining their power through sacrifice. Planets burning, and pillars being erected, that was Darth Surtr.

Hopefully this showed credentials... and use, and danger.

"I will have that influence again." Raien stated this m[SIZE=10.5pt]atter-of-factly[/SIZE] like it was a foregone conclusion. It didn't matter who was waiting for him on the other side of that door, only what part they would play in building the future, and encouraging force potential in the next generation. Would they gain from it, or perish beneath the wave of what was to come? "What is it you want more than anything in this life?"

[member="Raziel"]

 

[Raziel]

Raziel didn’t take turn his eyes towards a console to read. Instead he watched a small status update in the corner of his HUD as a Spynet officer loaded up and read through the files. After a few moments a quiet whisper started in his earpiece: “These are really old files. They’ve mostly been classified as archive, with a heavily redacted version declassified many years ago, but the details that cast a bad light on spinet so many were buried. This [member="Raien Keth"] didn’t have an official handler. He worked for information, but his contact used him to fight an internal war. When things went south his contact was tracked down.”

Raziel took a few moments to process this. The information wasn’t worth a great deal to Spynet anymore. Clearly, Raziel thought as his eyes turned to the devastation around him, it was worth a great deal more to this Sith. That was a bargaining position he could work from. It sure as feth wasn’t worth risking his own neck for, but he couldn’t have word going out that someone had successfully hit a Spynet facility like this.

“I’d like everyone in the Galaxy dancing on the end of a string to my tune,” Raziel replied. He hoped any Spynet agents listening in would assume he was joking. The reply was remarkably accurate. “I’m not usually in the business of burning information as a trade, we’re more the sharing sort. That said I think we can compromise,” at this point Raziel killed his comm. He didn’t want anyone in Spynet hearing what came next.

He allowed his presence to unfold in the Force, enveloping his surroundings and reaching far and wide. “Your methods are…blunt!” he shouted around the corner, revealing how close he now was. “But effective. I can purge your files…and more…” he shouted.

The Sith might just be the kind to see this as a challenge and rise to it. He’d known Sith that fought anything within their reach until they finally found a challenge too great and their path of destruction came to an appropriately bloody end. However, this Sith had apparently survived for centuries. The type that didn’t choose a sensible path to success didn’t normally survive that long.

 

[Raien Keth]

The other's desire might seem lofty to some, but not to the pure Sith pride, arrogance and more importantly experience in Darth Surtr. “That can be achieved.” He knew because he had done so before.

There were three avenues. Broadcast the files. Doctor the files. Wipe the files. Surtr’s mind for strategy and planning was typical for any Keth, more so here than ever. “Keep the files, all of them, propagate them.” Sith determination radiating forward, “all the losses and victories, every one.” Let his opponents and those that faced him see what was coming, for all the good it would do them.

“I will have information, access to your contacts on key worlds to relay data to me when required. In exchange you will have whatever you want removed, removed, or done, done.” It was a simple blunt Sith statement, no bargaining, a favour for a favour for them to call on when they needed it. “We will choose a third party to separate us from our enemies,” Dark Jedi training on show, even at this late stage.

Raien Keth was a fight, he didn’t just fight, he lived and breathed conflict to better understand the galaxy. He had a very long time ago past the Sith apprentice stage of needing to demonstrate that, he still sort powerful challenges to better himself, but that was training and discipline. That was what faced the call, unmoving Echani resolve, taken to Sith extremes of power and purpose.

"Reveal yourself." Power and purpose in the call, not the voice of betrayal and no hint of it for anyone sensitive to such things.

[member="Raziel"]​