Private Repossession

[Darth Carnifex]

"It would be very risky, my lord."

The sniveling whine that assaulted His ears came from the man holographically projected before Him, Supervisory Deputy Alliance Marshal Sanger Densade. Densade hailed from a rather distinguished line of Alderaani that had prospered when their world was rebuilt before the Four-Hundred Year Darkness. Though outwardly patriotic to the Alliance, and the Republic before it, the Densades had long been employed by the Sith as informants within the local judiciary and law enforcement. It just so happened that Sanger's career had eventually brought him into the Alliance Marshals Service, a point of pride among his family strengthened by his irrefutable service record and anti-corruption stance.

It had been many years since the secure line in his office had been activated, but Deputy Marshal Densade snapped into the routine of subservience even before the shutters of his office had fully encapsulated him in solitude. The masked figure that appeared, suspended above his office desk, was one that he was intimately familiar with. Darth Carnifex was one of the few Sith yet living that commanded such power over those in the Galactic Core, the last vestiges of a network first established by the One Sith centuries before their time. Sith efforts to seed the heart of the galaxy with those devoted to their cause had been a centuries long project, one that had born much fruit in the past few decades.

"Your excuses do not concern me, Deputy Marshal. You have your instructions, so do not fail me. I need not remind you of what happens if you do." Then the hologram was gone, and Densade was left alone in his office. His uniform tightly clung to his body, the stench of his own sweat noxious in his nostrils. He hadn't realized he had been sweating, but he was absolutely drenched with it. The rank stench of fear hung heavy. Densade knew exactly what his lord implied, he had seen what failure to the Dark Lords could bring. But his family had never failed them yet, it was why he was being entrusted with a mission of such importance.

He would not stumble now.

Rising from the floor and deactivating the shutters, Densade smoothed back his hair with one hand while the other pressed the button on his desk communicator. The line was opened and a voice on the other line raised a question, "Yes, Deputy Marshal?" Densade steadied himself, for while his body shook from the tribulations of speaking to the Dark Lord, his voice must remain calm and clear. "I want your team to start an investigation into Alexander Feanor. I want every possible file we have on record brought up for review, and I want a reconnaissance team assembled for active duty."

The voice replied, "Yes, Deputy Marshal. Any particular reason for this investigation?"

Densade's voice was firm, though a trickle of fear cut through his words.

"For His Will."

Silence, and then a moment later.

"For His Will."

That had been well over a month ago, and in that time the Deputy Marshal had not been idle. Utilizing the information supplied to him by the Dark Lord, Densade had organized several clandestine reconnaissance missions to the outskirts of what used to be the Temple of the Gray. Though well hidden, the Deputy Marshal had probes analyze the composition of the forest terrain, and ordered high altitude flights over the temple to conduct high frequency mapping of the compound and the surrounding woodlands. The information that had come back was highly valuable, and proved foundational to the planning that came after.

On the grounds allocated to the Marshals Service for training, a replication of the Temple of the Grey had been constructed, and various teams have been run through simulated scenarios. Training droids had been supplied to replicate potential hostiles, some equipped with repulsor technology to mimic the abilities of Jedi. After a few weeks of rigorous rehearsal, Densade determined that his combat teams were prepared enough to conduct a systematic raid on the estate. Several potential variables were brought up and discussed in several rounds of briefings, the most notable being potential hidden defensive emplacements. Plans were drawn up to handle each of these variables should they arise, and each fire team briefed on these plans in turn.

On the day of the planned raid, a convoy of ATCs slowly moved into the thick woodlands surrounding the estate, taking care not to venture too close to be noticed visually. Each of the vehicles had been painted for camouflage, blending into the surroundings when stationary. Deputy Marshal Densade was placed in the commanding ATC, which had been augmented with an operations' room where a three-dimensional grid of the estate was being displayed, fed through an orbital satellite that was pointed down at the area. They were waiting until the right moment, a short while after Alderaani midnight, to begin their operation.

As that time came, the order was given.

"Jam their communications." That was done quickly, powerful jammers flipped on and localized to the estate. Electromagnetic flares were launched towards the estate, aimed to detonated just above the estate itself. When these exploded, they let out a sizable electromagnetic pulse in all directions. With a few of these launched, it was capable of knocking out technology in a wide area. Then the ATCs thundered forward, moving at elevated speed to reach the perimeter of the estate and disgorge the soldiers cradled within.

Alexandra Feanor | Noah Corek | Yasha Cadera ​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra did not sleep very much these days.

It wasn't because of her being unable to, or because she was plagued by nightmares.

No honestly, it was simply because Alexandra did not feel so calm when she was resting. It was odd but she would rather remain by the side of the very tree that she had bound herself to many years ago now. The tree that brimmed with the light, that stood in the Force like a lightning rod, bringing the force into a peaceful stream that Alexandra could rest beside and truly feel at peace with. That night was one of those nights, and yet she did not stir as the world around the home was being crept up on. No she remained blissfully quiet and only as the final pieces were being put into place did she stir.

Something felt off, the world did not feel right around the Estate, the air still as Alexandra's eyes opened and she reached out with the force. Before her spread a web of minds and intentions and as she retreated back into her own mind she sighed, the electromagnetic pulses shattering the calm as lights flickered and she knew that someone was here for less than virtuous reasons.

The lack of the dark side's taint in the force told her all she needed to know though as she stood, this was either the act of mercenaries looking for some cash, bounty hunters taking up the wrong mark... or some severely stupid and likely used fool.

She really hoped it was one of the first two as she looked down at her hands, at first looking like she had no intention to move but soon enough standing and stretching. Her smile was wider and wider as her body shook and shifted, her shoulders seeming to pop out of place before returning to their rightful spot.

"Its been a while, I thought I was going to never have some fun again." She looked over to the side, where the door to her private garden and grotto was. Her tree was perhaps the most important thing in the former temple, equal to her family itself and so it remained at the very heart of the place. She drew her hand up the side of it as she stood there, the sound of a blast, likely whoever was here getting in through the walls, she waved her hand, the force flicking a switch that would restore emergency power and sound an alarm for the children to be taken to a panic shelter far beneath ground where Alexandra had once stored treasures and artifacts connected to the force.

Alexandra herself would move her hand from the tree, a unseen thread connecting her fingers to the trunk and her grin growing wider as the thrill for battle started to work its way through her body. She picked up the spear she used these days, walking with it like a staff, her sabers hanging from her side as she walked and passed through the door, her body calm and relaxed. She did not for a moment look concerned about the situation, making her way to the front door of the estate's main building and waiting patiently there, looking around to see if the droids that were meant to protect the estate were working.

She knew Noah would not be cheap with his choice for such a defense, and expected them to be able to shrug off the little trick with the EM pulse... but in the worst case scenario, Alexandra would have to do the work of a small army. It wouldn't be the first time, and she let the force start to circle around her as she stood waiting, the thick walls of the compound going to make it quite difficult for the invaders to enter the estate anywhere but the doors and windows, her crossing her arms over her chest, the spear held in one with it's point shining in the low light.

"Lets see just who was stupid enough to try this..." She raised a brow, eyes studying the entrance and the windows nearby, letting her little playmates come to her.

Darth Carnifex

 

[Neyana]

During those months of planning, the Dark Lord's newest experiment came to be. Why he sent her here is a mystery. She was told constantly what to do, what needed to be done, and yet the newly transformed Feanor seemed disinterested. Her attention to this task of hers is rather lacking. The details she does recall, is something about her supposed sister resides here. The details of the relationship she has with this family member is rather fuzzy. The transformation she had undergone has done a number on her mind, and her memories are slowly coming together. Regardless of the importance of such, she still has been tasked here to assist in, what was it?

"Deputy." She spoke with some feralness in her words. "Why are we here, again. What does His Grace, desire?" She asks, while moving up one of her clawed hands towards her other hand, to simply pick at, as well as give them a slight chew on them mostly out of boredom and distain on why they aren't covered in blood at this given time. Her tail flickers from side to side awaiting her answer from the man.

Due to how high of a target her sister is, the Dark Lord had gifted Nicole a cloak of some kind, that which would hide her own dark aura from the Gray, in hopes of not giving away the men's plans or giving the woman who resides inside a chance of this little ploy. She was given a new saber, this one coated in red, fitting for her role underneath Carnifex yet, still not the same as the ones she had previously. Perhaps in due time, she can receive them again.

Alexandra Feanor || Darth Carnifex

 

[Noah Corek]

While all this had been occurring above ground Noah had been below working on whatever it was that was occupying his mind at the moment. Off to the side was a monitor that was currently showing a game of gravball between Coruscant Central University, Noah's alma mater, and the Anaxes Naval Academy. Idly working on the guts of some weapon as the game was mostly played for background noises that helped him focus more intently on the project on hand. It took only half a second for Noah to register that the background noise was no longer there.

Glancing up from his work he noticed that the display was showing nothing but static and snow, his eyebrow raising at this since they paid pretty well for the best streaming services on the market. Picking up the nearby remote he began surfing through the channels only to find the rest of them showing the same thing as the initial channel. Getting annoyed he pulled his datapad over to connect to the holonet to see if the streaming services were having an outage, only to see that even the holonet wasn't working. He was starting to get frustrated when all of the sudden his entire workshop was consumed by darkness.

It was at this point he realized that it was no simple outage, no it was not at all. Jamming communications and then hitting the building with a electro pulse was a tactic straight out of the covert raid handbook, well that would be if there was one. It was a tactic Noah had utilized a few dozen times during his time in the military and as such was something he had prepared for when the had refurbished the estate.

As such the ten HBD-300 droids that were stationed outside of the estate were concealed in EMP-hardened personal bunkers. Pulling up a application on his datapad Noah activated said droids, as well as the twenty droids inside, and the auto cannons emplaced in similar hardened emplacements on the roof.

With the defenses activated Noah stood from his workbench and made his way to the personal armory off of his workshop. He was under no illusion that any actually determined enemy would be able to get past the droids and turrets, so they were more of a delaying action for him and his wives to prepare and gather what gear and weapons they needed.

Speaking of weapons Noah stepped into his armory and took a look around. Noting all the weapons he possessed he began to formulate in his mind what exactly he would need. He grabbed his axe, sidearms, shotgun and rifle and set them on a table before moving over to his armor stand. Stripping his clothes off he quickly pulled on his armor's bodyglove and affixed the armor plates to said bodyglove. Once he made sure all systems were set and ready he glanced over to the ammo storage and strode over to collect what he needed.

He grabbed thirty-round magazines for his rifle, loaded with alternating half and half full metal jacket and armor piercing rounds. His pistol magazines were similar but replaced the armor piercing rounds with hollow points. Lastly for his shotgun he grabbed a few boxes and a bandolier of custom slugs. With all his ammo secured he walked back over to his weapons, picked each up in turn and loaded a magazine before press checking each of them to ensure they were loaded properly.

Holstering his pistols on a holster on each hip, slinging his shotgun over his back, sheathing his axe at the small of his back and finally picking up his rifle he made his way upstairs and towards the front door, slipping his helmet on as he did so. Once making it there he grinned when he noticed Alex already ready for battle. "I can only think of a few people stupid enough or bold enough to attack us...who's your credits on?"

Alexandra Feanor - Yasha Cadera - Darth Carnifex - Neyana ​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Densade chewed on his inner lip, the very presence of his master's creature causing him some visible level of discomfort. He knew better than to protest, when the Dark Father decreed something it was made reality, there was no escaping that truth. "His Grace desires the apprehension of a known war criminal, harbored within the walls of the compound." He pressed a button on the console, replacing the tactical map with a three-dimensional figure of the criminal in question. "Yasha Cadera, former Mand'alor of the Mandalorian Empire. She's wanted by over a dozen interplanetary governments for various crimes, even the Enclave would like to see her head on a pike."

He pressed another button and the display changed, this time to a holographic image of a large and beautiful tree. "But He has another mission for you. This tree is located in the compound's garden, and is powerful with the Light Side of the Force." He turned and grabbed a small case, unlocking the clasps and turning it around, so she could see within. Sitting amidst dark maroon padding was a jar filled with writhing plant-like material, a simple opening mechanism attached to one end of the jar. "This is a fungal concoction made by the Lady of Secrets, synthesized from the spores of Drengir roots. All you need to do is get within touching distance of the tree, open it, and deposit the contents directly onto the tree. It will do the rest."

Gingerly removing the jar from the case, Densade placed it down on the console, so she could take it. "My fire teams are to provide the distraction necessary for you to complete your mission. It would be in your best interest to not be seen by hostiles, especially Noah Corek or Alexandra Feanor. Once you've done your job, ours will be far easier to accomplish." The fire teams had been given the authorization to exercise lethal force on anyone or anything they came across during the raid, that included both Alexandra, Noah, and any of their children. The object of this raid, Cadera, was also to be executed if they could manage.

The Dark Lord's instructions had left no margin for misinterpretation.

No survivors.

The Deputy Marshal's fire teams were moving in coordinated pushes, transferring from one objective checkpoint to the next. Their REC-LA/02 combat armor was modified so that they'd blend into their surroundings, splashes of brown and green mirroring the composition of the nearby foliage. They carried Sabrewasp-pattern REC-DC/02 particle blaster carbines, weapons specifically designed to increase a soldier's effectiveness when contending with lightsaber-wielding opponents. The presence of at least one lightsaber-wielder on the premises was enough of a justification to outfit every soldier with these carbines. Not only that, but they had even requisitioned several squadrons of REC/SBD-01 Evocati-series battle droids, positioning them ahead of the advancing fire teams to punch through pre-determined entry points along the perimeter wall.

By the time the holes had been blown in the wall, the compound's emergency generator had activated, and the automated defenses had kicked in. Taking cover from the turret fire, the soldiers exchanged fire as battle droids emerged from bunkers and began advancing on their positions. The soldiers had been prepped for a moment such as this, and lobbed electromagnetic pulse grenades at the oncoming battle droids. The bright blue flashes of the grenade rendered several of them inert, vulnerable to the tightly placed particle blasts that then put them down.

Smoke began to rise through the treetops as the raid began in earnest.

Alexandra Feanor | Noah Corek
Neyana | Yasha Cadera ​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra looked at the door with boredom, hearing the droids starting to get into combat with the enemy, her sigh at how dull waiting was escaping her. For a moment she thought to rush out into the open and to start picking off these invaders but it would be all too easy for them to catch her with her back to them and to hit her while she wasn't paying attention. The lack of the force changing also told her that there was no Sith or Jedi taking part in this little assault.

It was about at that time that Noah showed up and said something to her, her eyes and head turning while the smile on her face was still quite large, even with the boredom in mind.

"Hmm... considering who still even cares about us... Mandalorians, Sith or... Some group in the empire or alliance with a stick up their ass. Given how coordinated this is though, I doubt someone outside of the Alliance could have gotten these troops in place, and I doubt the Alderaanian Government was the one who did this." She tapped her foot and would look over to the side, feeling the defenses falling and the enemy closing in.

Her hand tightened on the spear, drawing it out and to the side as she reached down and pulled a few throwing knives from her belt. With a shhh motion she walked over to the wall next to a window, breathing slowly and waiting. It would all be silent, her eyes closing and like that she abandoned her worldly sight. She paused and then she moved, her body slipping through the metal and stone that made up the walls of their estate, appearing on the other side and jumping out into the open ground.

The soldiers that would have been waiting for the call to engage would find a person phasing through the wall and suddenly appearing, now with them stuck between her and a wall, her smile wide and her eyes closed tight.

"Hello boys..." She said, her hand sweeping out as several daggers launched from her hand, sticking into the necks and chests of those turning towards her. Her other and swung out the songsteel blade of her spear, severing the head of one of the soldiers from their shoulders.

They were likely briefed that they were dealing with a Jedi.

They were likely expecting someone who did not want to take the lives of those invading the house.

Instead, what stood before them was the former Grand Historian of the Order of the Grey, a Former Assassin of the Sith, a Former Librarian for the Jedi, and now, the wife of a former Mandalor and Republic General.

And that wife was in no way opposed to taking the lives of those who would dare to threaten any member of her family as she launched forward to the last man who had been spared death from blade or dagger... and instead her free hand slammed his head into the wall, the force behind the strike as she crushed his skull against steel and stone, a wild and lust for battle look on her face as her head turned, looking towards the direction of the next squad, knowing her little show would draw some attention towards her.

Noah Corek Darth Carnifex Neyana

 

[Neyana]

This creature nods her head and listens to the mans words. However, his uneasiness filled the woman with joy. Something about seeing him squirm by her mere presence is fascinating. Her tail sways, and she moves her head up to give him her fullist attention. Her claws hide themselves, and her voice resumes. "And He insists on sending out grunts do to his work for him? Mmh. I simply wonder why. If someone is that important, why isn't he here...." She doesn't care for an answer, perhaps just thinking out loud. An ear twitches. Her tail flickers. "And what if I find this criminal first... ah, my claws to wish to be coated."

Though her eyes do shift over towards the map of the temple. Strange. She might've been here once before, or was that a different temple? Regardless of this case, her eyes do dart towards the large glowing tree. "Mm. That explains the stationary feeling I am sensing." And she turns her head to look at the side. Her eyes dart around. "And another is moving...." Her attention returns back to the Deputy then, and she stares at this jar. "And His Grace desires me to infect a tree, why? What is the significance of this foliage? Can't it simply be... cut down like those we are after?" Nicole moves a hand over to pick up this Jar, and place it somewhere, hidden away inside her cloak. The sound of something jingling is heard. Vials of blood. Why she carries these around, well, its a wonder really.

The woman soon moves over to leave this vessel then. "I'll join the men after I have done my duty." The feral woman states, before finally leaving this vehicle and heading towards the temple herself.

"Oh sister.... it has been such a long time...." She spoke to herself.

Darth Carnifex || Alexandra Feanor || Noah Corek

 

[Gunnr Zambrano]

OOC: Whoops

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The flickers of power fluctuations hit the Estate and killed the lights in Yasha's botany labs. At first, she waited for the power to return, thinking it was some prank of the kids, or overloaded circuitry from Noah's lab. She waited, another few seconds and the auxiliaries would come on. None did.

Yasha slunk into the shadows. Power outages, the quiet, they hit with an image of danger in her mind. She knew nothing but the desire to defend herself, to ensure her and the children… the children. Were Moe and Junior at the house? Cahira and Alexei… the Estate would have locked down the familial areas. Members of Clan Corek would be grabbing the kids as she thought, going to the next safest place.

Who would attack them? Who would know where she was? The idea was relatively simple.

A false wall in the back of her botany lab hid a hold-out area, where a shielded communications device nestled in three pieces. The battery being separated, there was nothing for the EMP to fry. She slid the pieces together, and hit the emergency comm signal for Noah Corek & Alexandra Feanor . While she waited for the beacon, Yasha slid into the beskar'gam lovingly crafted by Noah. The fight to come buzzed at the back of her senses, and as Yasha put on her buy'ce for the first time since Sundari, she tried not to panic as the HUD started up.

"Kaine." The message was simple, sent directly to Noah.

The thought came: if she ran, they might leave Ale'ika and Noa'ik. She could lead the troops clear for Noa'ik and Ale'ika to flank them. Or was it better to fight by their sides? The power fluctuated back on, and by the time she heard explosions, Yasha left the botany lab in silence.

Darth Carnifex Neyana

 

[Noah Corek]

Alexandra Feanor - Yasha Cadera - Darth Carnifex - Neyana​

Noah nodded along to Alex's words and did another once over of his gear, making sure everything was secure, loaded and ready to do battle. Satisfied with his double checking he looked over and chuckled when Alex mentioned it probably wasn't the Alderaani's. "Yeah I don't think it's them either...unless...we've paid our taxes this year right? Which one of us is in charge of that again?" Much like Alex, Noah was not worried by the situation in the slightest, knowing the kids were safe and he and his wives would be more than able to repel any threat that made it's way onto the estate.

It was at that time that Yasha's message flashed across his head and his mouth upturned into a frown. The realization hit him like a wave of cold water, with this possibly being the Dark Lord anything could be on the table. Knowing this he turned to speak to Alex before rolling his eyes when he saw that she had already phased through the wall. Stepping up to the door Noah cracked it opened and watched the force of nature that was his red headed wife tear through one of the teams that had been sent to invade their home.

Still observing he sent a message to Yasha. 'Ale'ika decided to jump into the fray and I'm backing her up...could use a little help.' After sending the message Noah raised his rifle, bracing his hand against the door and further bracing his rifle by placing the handguard between his thumb and his forefinger. Placing the crosshair of his rifles 4x optic on the head of one of the intruders, the trigger being pulled the second the crosshair stabilized. The slug soared through the air, the head of the intruder snapping back before they crumpled to the ground.

Quickly swiveling he placed the crosshair on another intruder and fired, and repeated and repeated and repeated. He got into a rhythm, dropping intruder after intruder without any compunction or remorse. He didn't need any, they were here invading his home and attacking his family.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Ah, there they are."

A dark hand swept over the altar, liquid metal taking the shape of Alexandra Feanor, Noah Corek, and Yasha Cadera. The miniatures replicated every movement the real individuals made as they made them, perfectly replicating their actions down to the last minute detail. The monstrous figure, clad in a cloak of shadows, watched the three of them move and fight. What soldiers the Alliance had inadvertently provided were never meant to be a match for three warriors as skilled as these, their only part in this game was to serve as sacrificial pawns; bringing the King and Queens out into the open.

Eyes as bright as burning coals looked from one to the other, lingering for a brief moment over the armor-clad mimic of Yasha Cadera before looking away. Another wave of His hand changed the altar's surface, this time the liquid metal rising to resemble the entire estate's layout. Extremely small portions of the metal moved about the complex, standing in as both the soldiers of the Alliance Marshals and the defenders of the Corek-Feanor family. There were other moving pieces on the board as well, one of them being Neyana, formerly Nicole Feanor, as she moved quietly towards the objective she had been given. The other did not move on top of the board, but beneath it.

The silvered claws of Darth Shara cut easily through soil and stone, the three-meter tall Maelibus moving through the earth as a fish swam through the open ocean. The creatures at his back were far slower than he, but he had been instructed to not pause in his methodical subterranean advance. When they caught up to him, it would be when he finally breached the surface. Their rough, guttural chittering was an annoyance to Shara's ears, his own melodic chirping a cold comfort when theirs was so grating. He would have eaten one of them had the Master not forbade it, and he was not one to go against the Master's wishes.

His senses, finely tuned to a world of darkness, alerted him that he was close. Turning abruptly, Shara began to dig straight up through the ground for several meters. His claws struck hand-hewn stone and laser-cut metal, both of which shredded easily after he applied some pressure. Light drenched the tunnel as Shara wrenched himself free from the earth, emerging into a basement chamber somewhere in the sub-levels of the compound. His plated tail thumped back and forth against the floor, pounding in a rhythmic motion that alerted the other creatures in the tunnel that the coast was clear.

What emerged from the tunnel were not as beautiful as the Maelibus, whose scales resembled molten silver that shimmered even in low light. They were ugly, grotesquely so, their mottled black and gray skin studded with piercings and riddled with scars. Living armor clung to their thin bodies, chitinous creatures bred specifically to serve as protection. Their weapons too were alive, serpentine clubs with razor-sharp scales.

Together, Maelibus and Yuuzhan Vong, they broke down the door barring their path and began to move forward into the estate.

Yasha Cadera | Alexandra Feanor
Noah Corek | Neyana ​