Dominion Shadow Empire: The Nightmare | EE Dominion of Codia

[STRATCOM]

Codia and the Codian Moon; by default, this place would probably be one of the most boring places in the Galaxy, where there are only migratory herds of animals with a very limited civilised population. Much of the moon is made up of moss, which provides food for the animals and the place is excellent for farming. The locals are also involved in animal husbandry and farming. It’s an infinitely boring area unless someone wants to turn it into an agricultural moon.

However, now there were no such plans, a medical and military alarm came from the moon into the Eternal Empire and the surrounding space. A foreign group landed on the planet months earlier and began building a military base. They were quite hostile, so the locals left them alone. However, after a while, more and more people in this area had nightmares and visions. Some saw the future, others experienced their own past and many times others saw other's visions as well, even when they weren't Force Users or Force Sensitives. The number of deaths and suicides has jumped significantly.

That’s why they asked for help because they didn’t have the means to find a solution, because the symptoms also show up in an EVA suit and the droids found nothing in that area. It’s a mystery what causes all this, but their situation is critical.

Objectives​

Objective 1: Worst Nightmare

The base was owned by Shadow Empire based on preliminary surveys, and the instruments measured all data as completely normal during the droid examination. The base is located on the side of a mountain by a lake. It also has a larger area on the surface just as it does underground. The underground part also stretches under the lake and includes a huge system of caves which is part of the mountain. The place is terrible, they also did countless biological research here with sith alchemy and sorcery, the place is strongly permeated by the Dark Side as well. Not to mention that the bodies of countless researchers can also be found here, they killed each other.

OOC: visions can only affect a person or they can affect everyone and everyone can see the others' visions, you can decide what you share with the others. The point is to have fun.


Objective 2: Exploration

There are countless areas waiting to be explored on the moon, there are a lot of areas that are suitable to be agricultural land, or someone just wants to see the ruins of earlier settlements. Who knows what herbs might be on the planet / moon, or someone just wants to capture animals. The number of possibilities is large enough because the moon is also large and the whole thing is quite harmless because not many predators live here.


Objective 3: Gladiator Gangsters

The Kaldana Cartel, a Humanocentrist successor gang of the ancient Kaldana Syndicate, has been running a large-scale reek breeding operation on the Codian Moon, selling the creatures to gladiatorial arenas and as meat. Known for their cruel exploitation of the planet’s nonhuman and even near-human farmers, the Kaldana Cartel enjoys wide ranging support from much of the world’s human farmer population, as they receive preferential treatment over nonhumans. However, with the arrival of the Eternal Empire and its allies, the Black Sun, the operations of the Kaldana Cartel on the Codian Moon are due to be taken over and Humanocentrism excised. To that end, the Eternal Empire has deployed a number of strike teams, coordinating with the enforcers of the Black Sun to assault the town of Yradena, a stronghold of the Kaldana Cartel and concentration of the largest reek breeding farms on the planet. The target of the primary raid will be the Yradena Gold Cantina, which doubles as the primary redoubt of the Kaldana Cartel in the region.

Take the stronghold and see justice restored, for the Black Sun and the Eternal Empire!


Objective 4: BYOO

In addition to these, countless old city ruins have remained on the planet, ruins, animal observations, and anything you want, personal stories. Or just meeting the locals. Not to mention, there is an entire hex worth of stories to be told. Have fun in any way that you please!

Links: Codia | Codian Moon | Shadow Empire

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Shadow Empire's facility, Codian Moon
Objective I.: Worst Nightmare
Equipment: The Soulsabers | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Open

[ Nightmare ] ​

Ingrid continued to get better day by day, and her connection with the Force was getting better and better as well. That’s why she decided to come to this mission. For some time now, the Eternal Empire has been paying attention to the planet and the moon, it could be a great place for a new agricultural planet. However, recent events have caused greater unrest. Since the place was supposedly full of Dark Side influence, because of this she wanted to see it too.

As for the red-haired woman, she tried to minimize her own staff and bring only droids to make as few people as possible affected by the place, whatever was there. Since, in principle, nothing protected against this effect, she did not wear armour, only wore her usual uniform even now. She landed with one of the dropships at the base boundary that brought her down to the moon. The weather was pleasant, late in the afternoon, the sun was setting. It's a spooky place again, in the evening. What a cliché.

At first she only looked through the area with her eyes, Ingrid didn't even have to reach out to the Force, but she could already feel the dark side of the Force from the base, the data wasn't wrong. She was partly happy about this, as she, too, often used the dark side of the Force, and any such place where Sith practices were pursued could bring her closer to the question of bringing Adrian back. She still hadn't given up hope of getting her other husband back.

And, of course, the danger had to be eliminated, which might threaten the Empire as well. She looked around once more and headed for the facility. It was time to find out what was going on here.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

WIELDING: 4 Whimsy Knives, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons, K914 SMG, (4) Elemental Grenades, (2) Impact Grenades, Phase XI Anti-Material Rifle
WEARING: Phase II Haywire Armor without force mask UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit, Kirino Visual Interface
FLYING: The Termite
GEAR INSIDE THE TERMITE: 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons -(Outfitted with Glitter Bullets), R12 LMG, Winter Rose Rifle, BR-3 Rowdy Rancor, 2 Whimsy Knives, Phase X-E CryoSonic Heavy Pistol, (2) Droid Bois
COMPANY: (2) Droid Bois
TAGS: Ingrid L'lerim

​

The Termite had followed down the previous dropship, the veritable arms locker something that Sasmay had difficulty letting go of when she decided to step back into the galaxy rather than lazily relax on some far off planet with Domino while undergoing lessons. She hadn't made progress in learning new skills, but she had sharpened her focus on what she readily knew. Learning more than enhancing her speed had been something of an uphill battle. And her own presence in the force was something she also had difficulty muting.

The woman radiated dark side, and fed off of it. It came as naturally as walking and was something she was having a bit of difficulty rectifying with trying to do good. The vessel swung wide of the dropship, landing with enough distance to not upset the other vessel. It had been a whim that she came when the datapad had flickered to life, a wild hair some would say. Her boots sang on the belly panels of the ship as she looked over her droideka, all staring at her with delighted glee at being brought out of storage and given a good polish.

"Tremor, Clang, with me. Skitter, Pop, guard the ship. Ping me if you aren't sure. And please don't get all eager and shoot someone before checking." She ordered, the guard duty droideka slumping slightly at the additional command to hold fire. She pondered her weapon selection for the day, giving a thoughtful glance back at Tremor and Clang before opting out of the Rowdy Rancor and choosing the SMG and the Rifle instead.

She slung the rifle over her shoulder to the mag lock before mimicking the motion with the SMG and checking the cadre of knives and her pistol. The grenades were final before she strode out of the Termite and spotted the red haired woman she had only met a few times before.

Ingrid L'lerim , Empress of the Eternal Empire. Her lip twitched behind the helmet she wore, switching on the transparency module to reveal her face to the woman. It helped that there was a Agents of Chaos symbol emblazoned on her armor, but it helped ease some tension when you had a recognizable face to punch later. Or hunt down. Either way, she followed behind the woman, the two droideka following in their rolling form behind Sasmay as she moved to catch up to the red head.

"Eternal Empress." Sasmay half called to her, and half greeted. She wasn't entirely sure how to approach Ingrid. Sure they'd been invited to help, but she had never been the greatest with first meetings. At least proper ones. She knew of her because of the Wild Hunt, being an aspect herself that had weathered the wear of time. Keeping her hands off any weapons for the time being, she simply walked behind the woman, curious more than anything to what was happening.

It wasn't arrogance that was heavy in her stride, though it could be mistaken for it easily. Confidence was about her, and it helped to have a small arsenal on your back to improve your mood too.

 

[Sophia Bergen]

Location:Middle of the Shadow Empire Base
Objective:Escape alive
Equipment:
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Sasmay Cull

Sophia had drawn short straw to be the cleaning crew, normally this meant tossing a few bodies in a pile and burning them however this place was rather sinister, she swore something was playing with her head. She had horrible nightmares since arriving here. Not to mention the bodies were a mess. She was part of a crew that specialized in not asking questions. Thankfully this one didn't require anything too fancy, just clean up the place. She was stuck giving orders to the droids that were dragging the bodies into the pile and cleaning the place. She wasn't aware that this was soon going to be a hot zone. She took some of the blood and drew a symbol on the wall and then cleaned her hand off as she kept overseeing the droids. That had earned her a slight shock but she could hardly explain why she did it. It just seemed to need to be done. However it was tolerable hardly the worst the collar could do to her. She shifted the collar on her neck and regretted the life choices that got her here. A slave to who knows what. She was just a grunt doing a job. Most of the others here were in her situation. Beaten to the point they didn't even try to escape, they knew the consequences. Wanting to get this over with she grabbed the nearest body of a researcher and started dragging it. Her collar seemed to beep in approval. Well at least her own overseer was happy with her actions, maybe she could get a good meal tonight. If they looked past her drawing.. that was. Escaping her family so wasn't worth this... but now she had to deal with it.

 

[Viermen]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Sophia Bergen Sasmay Cull
Location: Outside Shadow Empire Base
Equipment: ---


Recently, Viermen has been getting restless. It has been quite some time since the previous mission, his initiation, near Ach-To had taken place. Since then, he has been exercising his new found authority on his world of Lotho Minor. He was a Lord Commander within the Wardens, the one good thing to possibly come from his history as a Darth. The one city on that world has been surrounded by a sea of brutal anarchy which the hulking machine-man oversaw. Though, there was more steps to be taken in order to turn Lotho Minor into the bastion of his True Strength philosophy. Part of that was finding followers, while the other part was having more recognizable authority officially his over his world. Though, that will be solved in the future.

Yet, stagnancy breeds weakness. Viermen needed to venture to another world as a missionary of True Strength. To travel as a living example of what it means to be truly strong. The previous operation was shown to be another place possibly affected by this Shadow Empire that he has been hearing about through imperial comm channels. However, this was a place that was certainly affected by that organization. He knew he was showing up unexpected. He did not care. As the scrap hauling jump ship he "acquired" on his world entered orbit, he commanded the lowly scavenger he forced to pilot it for him send it to the entrance of the base.

The shoddy space vessel then came down from the sky to land on the flattest ground it could near the entrance. Viermen did not care how flat. The ship, and the scavenger pilot who owned it, was expendable in his eyes. The landing gear jerked out of its containment to begin landing. Upon touching the ground, the ship then groaned extremely loudly. The exit ramp then hissed, and just fell to the ground as it opened. Through the large exit, came the hulking man. He had to crouch his six mechanical legs to get his head through the doorway just big enough to let his giant, domineering figure through. From his respirator, raspy hisses from his inahles and exhales came through with a green-tinged mist exiting the crudely made device. Down the hill he saw the gathering forces. A small task force sized bunch. He got closer to them and saw who made it up. A few droidekas, a woman he did not recognize, and the empress herself.

He finally reached them while the other was addressing the empress, and towered over all the others present. He hissed an inhale and said, "Need I give an introduction, Empress?" What he made sure to do was speak in the imperial language of High Nelvaanian when saying that, though it came out with a Sith accent. Language can be used to lower others, and Viermen would ensure that only title could keep him low among the imperials he was to assimilate to some degree with.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Shadow Empire's facility, Codian Moon
Objective I.: Worst Nightmare
Equipment: The Soulsabers | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Sasmay Cull | Sophia Bergen | Viermen | Open

[ Nightmare ] ​

She had led the Eternal Empire for five years, two years as Overlord, as a Regent, and had been an Empress for three years now, but she still couldn’t get used to it and was a stranger to her if someone called her that. Some things never change, for her this was it. Ingrid knew Sasmay, also from the time of the Agents of Chaos, like many other people. The woman gathered enough friends and allies there as well, many joined the Eternal Empire, especially in the shadow of Maw's actions.

"Aspect of Dream!"

The red-haired woman greeted her companion with a nod, for there were bonds that would never be broken. Although Ingrid kept it a secret that she was the Aspect of Desire, several in the ranks of the AoC knew about it. Eventually another ship arrived, as well which, considering its size, Ingrid already knew who was coming. And indeed he was, she did not have to be disappointed.

"Lord Viermen! The lady is the Aspect of Dream. Aspect, he is Lord Viermen, Baron of Lotho Minor."

She also welcomed him and introduced them to each other, then went on. If the others followed her, all three could easily reach the entrance. They were greeted by a larger hall, the whole place was as if war had happened here, the chairs, tables upside down, blood everywhere, shot marks on the walls. Whoever fought here, both sides lost. The smell of death was in the air, the metallic smell of clotted blood, not to mention the sweet smell of rot. The systems were turned off, only the red light of the emergency lights gave this place light.

And the presence of the dark side was even stronger than outside, though that probably didn’t bother those present at all. From the hall it was possible to go in three directions, right, left and forward.

"I wouldn’t recommend splitting until we don't know what is the situation here, what we have to face. Try to restore energy if this is still possible and there is no other suggestion."

 

[Velexia]

Objective: Gladiator Gangsters - Take Control of the Yradena Gold Cantina and Seize Kaldana Cartel Credit Stash
Location: Approaching Yradena Gold Cantina, Yradena - Codian Moon
Tags: Open
Unit Support: Sirens (9)

The Armadillo rumbled through the streets of Yradena as Black Sun Enforcers moved from house to house, engaging Kaldana Gangsters and strong-arming the human farmers who sought to protest their arrival. Unfortunately, more than a few of the farmers had armed themselves, perhaps foolishly attempting to repel the ruthless enforcers in order to maintain a social order that was favorable to their interests, albeit at the expense of others. The sounds of violence and sporadic blaster fire marked the night. However, it was not a full-fledged war, as both sides had an interest in keeping Yradena intact.

More or less, it was a gang skirmish.

The Empire had deployed only a few assets to Yradena, among them, the ten Sirens. It went without saying that this would be a markedly different operation from the raid on Vagar Praxut, less conventional, with more civilians and more unknown factors. Nevertheless, intelligence reports had so far proven to be reliable, meaning that they knew who to class as potential threats, in particular, human farmers and Kaldana Gangsters. However, the complexity came in the fact that many of the farmers were not armed, but rather, were rioting against the Black Sun Enforcers. For every five rioters, there was one armed gangster or farmer, taking advantage of the crowds to wage a kind of guerrilla warfare against the Enforcers and Ultranauts, while deeper in the town, the Cartel prepared defensive lines to repel an assault.

Of which, was exactly what the Black Sun and the Eternal Empire intended to do.

Laid with thick Impervium-334 armor plating, the Armadillo was a brute of a machine, capable of laughing off small arms fire and enduring sustained punishment. Nevertheless, Velexia could not help but to feel slightly anxious inside the compartment as she waited for the vehicle to arrive at its destination. The high-pitched pings of blaster fire ricocheting against the armor told her that they were penetrating deep inside Kaldana territory, surrounded by bloodthirsty gangsters who would stop at nothing to prevent them from achieving their objective. Fortunately, the Qilin took some comfort in the fact that she was almost certainly better trained and better equipped than the gangsters.

She wasn’t trapped in the city with them. They were trapped with her.

“Remember Sirens, check your fire and do what you can to minimize collateral damage. Defenses here are tight, but there may still be unarmed civilians at and around the cantina, so maintain awareness at all times.” Silara said. “Get ready!”

Seconds later, the APC stopped and the rear hatches popped open. The Sirens stormed out with speed and precision, initially taking defensive positions in order to cover the arrival of the others before moving to advance on the cantina...

Spoiler: Loadout

• Armor
  • Siren Corps Armor - Appearance
    • Undersuit
      • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
    • Energy Shield
      • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
    • Utility
      • FAE/U-02 “Eleleth” Ultralight Propulsion System
      • Phase I “Susurration” Anti-Sonic Silencer
• Small Arms
  • UnLocke | Personal Defense Weapon - X
  • SE-44C Blaster Pistol
• Melee
  • FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade
• Grenades and Explosives
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)
• Droid
  • ID10 Seeker Droid

 

[Sasmay Cull]

WIELDING: 4 Whimsy Knives, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons, K914 SMG, (4) Elemental Grenades, (2) Impact Grenades, Phase XI Anti-Material Rifle
WEARING: Phase II Haywire Armor without force mask UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit, Kirino Visual Interface
FLYING: The Termite
GEAR INSIDE THE TERMITE: 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons -(Outfitted with Glitter Bullets), R12 LMG, Winter Rose Rifle, BR-3 Rowdy Rancor, 2 Whimsy Knives, Phase X-E CryoSonic Heavy Pistol, (2) Droid Bois
COMPANY: (2) Droid Bois
TAGS: Ingrid L'lerim Viermen

​

There was a smile through the hidden helmet, a warm one to the red haired woman. She still wasn't entirely sure how to address the woman who demanded respect but she went ahead and asked as they walked on.

"Aspect of Desire, or Empress? This is Tremor and Clang." She spoke with a warmth to her voice though it was only for Ingrid's ears to hear before pointing at each droideka respectively. They were in their rolling form, but they gave a small swerve in their path in recognition of their names. Save for Clang, who despite having no loose parts somehow made a loud metallic ringing sound. Which drew Sasmay's annoyed gaze to the droid.

Has to be the vocabulator or something. The thought was interrupted when a large six legged being presented itself. They spoke in a different language, and her interest in even engaging the being dwindled as she watched the Empress before introductions were made. There was a perk to her brow, a forced smile before nodding to him.

She followed behind the Empress without fail, eyes roaming up and down the walls. The blood and gunfire was nothing for her. A long lost sensitivity that plagued her only throughout her earliest memories. There was a strange feeling though, the walls softly pulling inward for a brief moment as the sound of labored breathing whispered across her neck and ears.

Sasmay-

The turn of her head was slow, her voice a whisper on the silent static that had been about this place upon entering. Her vision modes switched, the display in her helmet shining softly against the red lights. The environment was filtered through the scopes of her helmet as she found the place oddly familiar and off putting. There was an itchy sort of familiarity to it.

A memory that didn't want to be disturbed as she looked to the Empress for direction. Sasmay kept her hands off her weapons for the time being. The dark side sang inside her, a somehow calming feeling given her connection to it. The light side unsettled her, making her anxious and quick to anger while the dark side was as a calming tidal wave.

Even when it battered the shore with ferocity. There was a calming essence to it, one that Sasmay felt more secure in.

 

[Sophia Bergen]

Location:Middle of the Shadow Empire Base
Objective:Escape alive
Equipment:
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Sasmay Cull | Viermen

Sophia grunted as she dragged the body. it was disgusting. She didn't want to know what happened here before they were called in. All signs pointed to something horrible. She took a moment to breath but the light shock from her collar changed her mind and she kept dragging the body. Blood trailed down the hall way and she had to be careful not to slip. It was after a while she finally made it to the pit outside. She mustered all her strength and tried to toss the body into the pit. It almost pulled her along with it into the pit. She found herself on the ground, face first with the pit full of bodies. She took a deep breath and got up. She could tell that her collar was thinking about shocking her. So she made her way back in side. She wanted out of this life but it was what it was. Hopefully she didn't see another one of those night mares. She couldn't even rest in her dreams at this place. It was the worst post they had taken her too yet.

 

[Viermen]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Sophia Bergen Sasmay Cull
Location: In Shadow Empire Base

Viermen followed the Empress and this Aspect, whatever that title meant. His six mechanical feet thudding into the ground as they went. As they entered the base, he felt the presence of the dark side of the force. Oh how he wanted to destroy that crutch the Sith had to keep them in power. The shackles those weaklings were chained with to create their grand illusion of strength.

The gore covering the room was actually a pleasant sight to Viermen. Brutality was something he approved of greatly. At least he could respect whatever foes they might meet in this hole. He let out a satisfied, raspy sounding, chuckle that was muffled through his respirator. Though the satisfaction and glee was short lived, as a voice called out somewhere down the halls. The voice of a worm who brought him to the low state he was in on Lotho Minor. The reason why he found the Sith to be weaklings. The voice of his old apprentice. The conniving creature that threw him into the trash literally. His anger swelled. The voice sounded so real, and if Viermen finds that worthless piece of vermin here, he would annihilate him like those who were here prior to the arrival of Viermen and the others. The thought of crushing the whelp's skull in his bare hand as he tore him apart with his augmented parts made his rage more enjoyable.

However, he fell for a trap before that fed on his pride. He restrained from tearing down the halls to hunt down the source of the loathsome voice. It could be another trap where Viermen would have to crawl in as low of a state possible again. He will not allow that fate to fall upon him another time. Instead he let the anger fuel him, and he continued to follow behind seething with hatred. The fumes from his respirator circulating in front of his face, and the rasps becoming rather audible from just his heavier breathing alone.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Shadow Empire's facility, Codian Moon
Objective I.: Worst Nightmare
Equipment: The Soulsabers | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Sasmay Cull | Sophia Bergen | Viermen | Open

[ Nightmare ] ​

"Aspect or Huntress would be perfectly appropriate." she answered to the woman.

After all, Sasmay was not her soldier, AoC members helped her many times, not because the woman was an empress, but because she was one of them. And for this she still held herself, she did not want to place herself above her comrades if they were so self-sacrificing that they volunteered to help the Eternal Empire. As soon as they entered the main hall, the woman felt the confusion in the Force. However, this came from her peers. Would the place have already affected the others?

"Has it already begun?" the red-haired woman asked.

She turned back to move forward when the first vision reached her as well. However, her "nightmare", which was a piece of her past, had been seen by everyone.

Everyone could see a dimly lit room, there was a snowstorm raging outside, inside the building, outside the room, there were shootings and explosions, along with shouting, in High Nelvaanian language, everyone could have heard them. Behind a couch in the room hid at least five red-haired girls of different ages, two of whom were just babies, and another little girl standing between the couch and the door, in a pyjamas, clutching a knife in her right hand.

The little girl was also red-haired, up to four years old, it was Ingrid. The door finally opened and an assassin in a black suit wearing a mask came in. Even with the mask, they seemed to grin when they saw the little girl. The assassin put down their firearm and hung a dagger on their side. They stepped closer to Ingrid, who cut toward them to protect her sisters and cousins. The assassin laughed, it was a woman.

"We will have a great time with each other before you die!" she said and knocked the dagger out of the little girl's hand.

She grabbed the little Ingrid and began to lift her off the ground, the little girl frightened and instinctively reaching for the dagger on her side with her left hand. The assassin did not care for her, did not consider the child a danger. Which was a fatal mistake, Ingrid reached for the dagger and stabbed it in the woman's throat with her left hand; the first murder of the later Empress. The next moment, the little girl fell to the ground, the woman's blood splashed on her, and the blood completely covered up the child. The door reopened, but this time a soldier who wore the symbol of the Shadow Company and Clan L'lerim entered to the room…

"Let's go ahead!" she said and walked forward into the direction of the interior of the building.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

WIELDING: 4 Whimsy Knives, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons, K914 SMG, (4) Elemental Grenades, (2) Impact Grenades, Phase XI Anti-Material Rifle
WEARING: Phase II Haywire Armor without force mask UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit, Kirino Visual Interface
FLYING: The Termite
GEAR INSIDE THE TERMITE: 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons -(Outfitted with Glitter Bullets), R12 LMG, Winter Rose Rifle, BR-3 Rowdy Rancor, 2 Whimsy Knives, Phase X-E CryoSonic Heavy Pistol, (2) Droid Bois
COMPANY: (2) Droid Bois
TAGS: Ingrid L'lerim Viermen Sophia Bergen

​

"Huntress it is." She replied quietly, not wanting to entangle the others with discerning the two aspects apart. She appreciated the simplicity, and even would have commented if they hadn't ended up watching a short display from Ingrid's past. She could sympathize with the woman, though not nearly as well as some others might. There was a stark understanding through the whole of it though.

Life was never easy, regardless of where you ended up.

The journey often made the future seem bleak. A small note in her head about what the woman might have gone through before becoming the icon of the Eternal Empire. Sasmay had no words in the moment, a bit stunned at the visual and intricate details of the past. Ingrid had began at a young age with her path forward. Even with those that might protect her being just a touch late and having to handle her own problems.

That at least was something the Agent could easily understand.

Tremor made a whiffling sound, both unfurling and taking stock of the situation given the pause in movement. The Dream waved her hand, dismissing the question as they followed behind the woman. Both droids were curious, scanning briefly but bringing up the rear as that familiar voice beckoned her once more.

Sasmay-!

She'd had nightmares about that voice and everything with it. If the vision that Ingrid had to bear before them was any sign of what was to come, she wasn't entirely sure how well she would be able to handle going through with this. She wasn't about to back down from this on the off chance of something similar happening. They were just here to check things out after all.

What was the worst that could happen?

 

[Sophia Bergen]

Location:Middle of the Shadow Empire Base
Objective:Escape alive
Equipment:
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Sasmay Cull | Viermen

Sophia jumped as the alarms went off. That wasn't supposed to happen. She looked around in a panic. Not sure what to do, only pain from her collar brought her back to a semi calm state. However instead of being told to escape or be useful she was told to haul faster. She noted that droids had started jetting fire into the pit burning what bodies they had already gathered. It seemed purging the evidence of whatever happened here was more important than their lives. She went to find another body to lug, hoping that she could maybe hide from whatever was intruding the base. She noticed the higher ups were already plotting their own escape. However those like her were stuck working still. It was the life she was stuck with she supposed. She was at a loss for what to do. The pain from a shock and a new command. "Work until they catch you and then distract them and hold them back when they find you." shocked her from her thoughts again. She found yet another body and started tugging it. Using her already over used muscles to try to hurry. Maybe if she was lucky she wouldn't have to die. It seemed that this might be her grave though, depending who was attacking this location.

 

[Goyrg]

Tag: Velexia and OPEN
Location: Codia Moon

The Black Sun assault was entrusted to the bloodthirsty underboss, Goyrg. He proved himself a terrible opponent in multiple raids in Hutt Space. The Battle of Nar-Shadaa was his major call to fame. He and his crew ran through the city world's streets shooting up casinos and neighborhoods while the Jedi talked with the Hutts. It could not have been more fun for Goyrg.

However, the Unknown Regions were still a place to get used to. The gangs here operated a little differently than those of Hutt Space. Different values and all, but gangs all the same. However, Goyrg had little care, as he mostly focused on crushing his enemies with brute force, major aggression, and extreme prejudice. The latest Underboss for this section of space was still getting used to the office of high command, so Goyrg was the next best man for the job here.

The Black Sun forces moved though the streets as fast as the mechanized forces of the imperials. The discipline of the imperials was what made them not as effective as they would like to admit when dealing with gangsters. Only gangsters can take out gangsters with such efficiency. Yet, these complicated matters were not on Goyrg's mind. Instead, he, and his crew from Hutt Space, as well as several other crews put under his direct command for the operation, were carving a swathe of the main street through town while the Armadillo followed safer behind. The thrill of bashing people's skulls in dominated his mind as he fired away with a Heavy Blaster Rifle. The path of destruction lead by the crazed Houk and the Armadillo was the cantina.

Eventually, they got to near the entrance of the cantina. The Armadillo's gate went down, and elite imperials came out. While they took defensive positions to prepare going into the cantina, Goyrg continued to rush at the enemy with predatory vigor. His small yellow eyes beaming with delight from the bloodshed, and his voice bellowing rageful screams or cackling a deep, bellowing laugh.

 

[Velexia]

Objective: Gladiator Gangsters - Take Control of the Yradena Gold Cantina and Seize Kaldana Cartel Credit Stash
Location: Approaching Yradena Gold Cantina, Yradena - Codian Moon
Tags: Goyrg │ Open
Unit Support: Sirens (9)

Even before she engaged the Kaldana Gangsters, Velexia couldn’t help but to notice the thuggish savagery and aggression exuded by the enforcers of the Black Sun, especially in witnessing a towering Houk armed with a heavy blaster rifle rush towards the gangsters to engage in brutal, close quarters combat. While Velexia’s SMG would lend itself well to the engagement, she was not accustomed to this type of conflict, a war of fly-by shootings, targeted raids, and calculated heists. With his unrepentant, street-bred ferocity, Velexia knew that the Houk and others like him, were veterans of this manner of violence. As such, she decided to stay close to him, gesturing to her partner to follow after her as they advanced on the cantina.

Already, the Kaldana Enforcers were pouring out the doors while unarmed gangsters or civilians ran for cover. Checking her fire before she engaged, Velexia’s SMG sounded a rattling series of sharp cracks as she loosed a quartet of slugs at an armed gangster just before he could get behind cover, the projectiles ripping through his body before he slid to the ground, a pool of crimson expanding in the dirt around his fallen form. A second gangster had his head rendered as a crater as Velexia came up behind him, punching a pair of slugs into his skull at point-blank range in an explosion of red mist which splattered against the white gammaplast plating of her armor. The man’s partner screamed out in rage, firing his blaster pistol at the Siren, striking her twice in the backplate before she could react.

Falling to the ground behind cover as the bolts singed her skin beneath the armor, Velexia cried out, the stinging sensation of a burn briefly overwhelming her senses, though she quickly regained her focus, sensing that the gangster was likely advancing on her to finish the kill and avenge his comrade.

“Get back up you alien schutta! I’m gonna take your karking horn as a trophy!” The gangster called out.

Suddenly, Velexia’s seeker droid flew towards the man, delivering a painful electrical charge from its electro-shock prod as the Qilin launched herself from cover, delivering a vicious overhead swing from her vibroblade as she did. The thug quickly sidestepped the blow, managing to take out his own vibroblade a split-second before Velexia delivered her second strike, a low, sweeping slash intended to take off his legs. The sound of their blades clashing echoed through the air as the gangster intercepted the blow, before sending an aggressive counter-slash towards the Siren’s neck, Fortunately, Velexia managed to evade his blade just in time, turning what would have been a slashed throat to a glancing blow on her chestplate, still grimacing from the shooting pain on her back as she moved.

Nevertheless, Velexia attempted a counter, crying out as her blade struck the gangster’s once more. From there, the duel erupted into a series of savage blows, blocks, and attempted strikes. Finally, the gangster found purchase in the Siren’s thigh plate, his blade ripping through her armor, though failing to cut flesh. Nevertheless, Velexia made him pay for the strike with his life, delivering a savage roundhouse kick to his chest, knocking the wind out of his lungs before finishing him with a decapitating strike, spinning around in the wake of her attack as the gangster's head flew off of his still-standing body behind her.

A split-second later, his head hit the ground, with his body following soon after.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Armor
  • Siren Corps Armor - Appearance
    • Undersuit
      • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
    • Energy Shield
      • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
    • Utility
      • FAE/U-02 “Eleleth” Ultralight Propulsion System
      • Phase I “Susurration” Anti-Sonic Silencer
• Small Arms
  • UnLocke | Personal Defense Weapon - X
  • SE-44C Blaster Pistol
• Melee
  • FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade
• Grenades and Explosives
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)
• Droid
  • ID10 Seeker Droid

 

[Lilanna Kelamvor]

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O B J E C T I V E I: Worst Nightmare​

Tags: Sophia Bergen​

Equipment: Lilanna's Lightsaber, Lilanna's Armor, BG-400 Blaster Pistol.
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The Empress was very good at sneaking away. This much Lilanna was learning. She wasn't exactly assigned to protect her royal highness, but, she felt it was expected to given her position. Which made the fact she kept losing track of the woman infuriating for the Warden. The only thing that worked in her favor, was her unique skill set, the ability to bypass most of the Shadow Empire's security systems and phasing through objects made it rather easy to bypass their patrols; though given the shift in activity she felt, indicated that not all was well on the home-front. She hoped that such things meant that the Empress and her escorts would be near by.​

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She didn't like this place. It reminded her of Levo. There was a chill that scrapped at her spine, and the sensation of ice being stabbed into her very core. This place was tainted like Korriban, but unlike Korriban, it wasn't simply the ground itself; no, the very air hear was seeping with the dark power. She needed to find Ingrid and ensure her safety, and the best way to do that was to disable the security of the base; unfortunately, Lil had no idea where that was. Using technometry, she was able to siphon some tidbits of data, but the designers of this base had be clever. The moment she began to access the system, the terminals linked to the system would cannibalize their data; effectively cutting her off from getting into the larger network of the base.​

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If was for that reason she managed to find a single security station near the center of the base, and why she was now making her way towards it. Thus far, she had managed to avoid detection. The equipment in her suit was one factor, though her ability to sense most of the Shadow forces helped immensely. It was for that reason that she realized she had taken a wrong turn, as the signs that were on display on the bulkhead before her indicated she had arrived at the 'disposal site'. Had she made an error? She wasn't entirely sure. Never before had her technometry been wrong, but then again, this place was strange. She felt a wave of light-headedness threaten the very edge of her mind, and she swiftly repulsed it. No, she wouldn't succumb here and now. Several life forms were on the other side of the door, many of which were weak; slaves perhaps? What troubled her though, was the number of nonliving life that lingered. They certainly were putting the 'disposal site' to good use.​

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She tensed her saber coming to her hand, as she opened the door. Her senses flashed, the former Sith side stepping a blaster shot from one of the armed guards. He didn't live long to regret his decision, as with a firm gesture, Lil seized the man's neck, and began to apply pressure to the neck. He had five seconds tops, leaving her time to throw her saber at the second armed bastard. He apparently thought he had a quick draw, as he had just cleared his blaster from it's holster when Lil's golden blade cut him in two.​

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The skirmish lasted a mere seven seconds, as the Warden catch her saber on the rebound, and stepped into the room, her thoughts going back to the Sith academy. It wasn't a pleasant place to dwell. The man she had focused on choking stopped twitching, his body giving out as the pressure on his windpipe was too much. He would live for several more minutes, technically. After that, the remaining oxygen in his brain would deplete, and he'd actually be dead. Not that it mattered. She currently inspected the collar clad captives, her gaze softening, though her pity was short lived. Already she could feel more foes moving towards her location. It seemed she hadn't been as clever as she had hoped.​

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Reaching out, she looked to the slaves, turning towards the door as it began to close, and calling upon the force, she focused on the collars. The small blinking lights would short out, as the Warden commanded the circuits to burn out. Fatigue finally stung at her, as she had pushed the limit of her abilities today. The disarming of the collars was the most she could manage at the moment. She couldn't free each and every one of them right now, but she could give them hope to fight alongside her. Winded, and feeling herself become sluggish, she remained steady, facing the oncoming squad of troopers. "Die fighting, or die fleeing. The choice is yours, but you are freed from the pain now." She said, her voice a mix of amplified and distorted by the functions of her suit. Her suit detected her O2 levels dipping, and flooded her helmet section with oxygen. She really needed to tweak that software, it was starting to get annoying. "Just don't get in the way." She warned, and nearly froze at the voice that whispered back in return.​

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'We will begin with a series of tests. It will be painful for you, but know that doing so, you will become one step closer to perfection.'​

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The sensation of burning needles stung at the back of her neck, the phantom pain lasting for a mere moment, but for Lil it seemed longer than that. For a second, she was no longer a warden, but merely Lilanna the Sith Apprentice, strapped to the torture rack as she was poisoned and tormented by her masters for their own enjoyment. Coming out of it, she felt anger take the place of the pain, a bit of a resurgence to her winded self, though the conscience at the back of her head cried out against her.​

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'Don't go back down that road. You aren't that person anymore.'​

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Her breathing now erratic, and struggling with a bout of anger, the warden stood as a vanguard for the newly freed slaves, though she was far more interested in rending those who came through the door to pieces limb from limb. If nothing else, it would be therapeutic.​

 

[Sophia Bergen]

Location:Middle of the Shadow Empire Base
Objective:Escape alive
Equipment: Former Guards Blaster
Tag: Lilanna Kelamvor

Sophia had finally gotten the body to the disposal site again. Every Heave tore at her and then when she tried to throw it into the pit she once again almost fell in. She had been gotten up and been near the door only to find it open and blaster fire to erupt. She told herself that she had surely been about to follow her orders but the death of the guards and the deactivation of her collar made that no longer relevant. She ripped off the collar and was disappointed that it was stubborn but it was off. The lights and sounds were no longer present. It was freedom. She took a deep breath and looked at the woman who had saved her. She smiled for the first time in a long time. She wondered how to be useful. Then she saw it, a blaster. She grabbed it in a hurry and nodded to the woman. She felt out with the force and sensed that the woman before was not ordinary. She had found her abilities restricted but no longer.

"I am right behind you. If you don't mind the tag along. I want to get far away from here. " That was when a vison wracked her. It was when she first was captured. The cold air, The dark, alien room merely metal except for the bed in the center. Her collar an ever present reminder of her new place in the galaxy. The lack of clothes made the cold all the more unbearable. She tried to go to the bed for warmth but the collar beeped and then filled her with pain. She stood in place naked and alone until door opened. A man with a sick grin on his face appeared and she tried to hurt him but none of her abilities worked. Instead pain wracked her body as he touched her. . She cursed at herself as she relived the moment. The moment where she realized that nothing in her life was in her own control anymore. Then she took a deep breath. She wasn't a slave anymore. The collar no longer restricted her. She took a moment to remember how this bit worked and took her hand to the collar breaking it with a extension of the force in the right spot. She threw the thing in the pit with all her strength and felt along her neck. How long had it been.. she couldn't remember. quickly she used some blood to put a mark on both of the man's faces, to ward of spirits of course. Then she prepared to follow her savior. "I owe you my life, say the word and it will be done."

 

[Lilanna Kelamvor]

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O B J E C T I V E I: Worst Nightmare​

Tags: Sophia Bergen​

Equipment: Lilanna's Lightsaber, Lilanna's Armor, BG-400 Blaster Pistol.​

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One of the slaves seemed willing to come to her aid, something that caught the weary Warden's attention. Sparing a glance, Lil eyed the stranger, and immediately felt something she had missed before. This one had the force about her. Perhaps this one could hold her own after all. It felt oddly...nice to be thanked. Something that Lil hadn't experienced before. There was a lapse in her focus, a venerability she rarely allowed herself. In years past, she would have beaten someone in this woman's position for next to nothing, and now to have such a person thanking her...as if she had saved a life when she very well might have doomed them? She didn't know how to handle that. She couldn't even process it. But it did do two things.​

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Firstly, it gave her a reprieve from the anger that swelled within her, and secondly, it made the first wave of soldiers have a hell of an easy time striking her as they came in through the door.​

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The first blaster bolt struck her, Lil's distraction was short lived, but lasted long enough for one bolt to smash into her chestplate and stagger her. Her golden blade snapped into position however, guided by instinct, and honed by the adrenaline that flooded her system, Lil adjusted her defensive style, and redirected bolts back into the enemy ranks, killing two out of the six soldiers in the process. Sadly, it wasn't nearly enough to call it a victory. She moved infront of the former slave, her blade working as makeshift cover, as she felt compelled to ensure this woman made it out of here alive. In spite of her motivation, her energy wasn't infinite. She had used a bit just getting into the facility, so when she saw there was a lapse in the enemy fire, she knew what was coming. She made a frenzied gesture with her hand, pulling a loose sheet of metal towards the pair, and forming a small bit of temporary cover until they could get a better strategy in motion. Not a moment after she had done so, blaster fire began to pound at the cover, but thanks to the impromptu cover, they were safe for now.​

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Winded and now feeling a tad overwhelmed, the Warden looked to her new partner, unsure as to how powerful or capable her companions abilities were. "They'll burn out of their ammo soon. I'll rush their flank and draw their fire, you finish them off." To the pairs side, the metal cover was glowing red, clearly strained from the fire that it had been pelted with, though they would hear the weapons of their attackers fall silent.​

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It was time for a counter attack, and Lil moved to engage such a thing, drawing the fire from the men who still had a charge on their energy cell, leaving her companion to do her thing. Her saber moved, snapping and knocking aside blaster shots as she put on her best defensive front, hoping her companion could finish off the remaining number of their attackers.​

 

[Sophia Bergen]

Location:Middle of the Shadow Empire Base
Objective:Escape alive
Equipment: Former Guards Blaster
Tag: Lilanna Kelamvor

That moment however was shattered as blaster fire came at them. She cursed herself for causing an distraction. She was thankful for her further actions. The other slaves had fled to who knows where but now it was the two of them vs a squad. Sophia gulped as they hid behind the platform, her fingers tight on the blaster as she readied herself to help her rescuer. She counted her breathes until the moment hit, when her rescuer ran towards their enemies and she was face first with her captors. She fired her appropriated blaster at them. The first few shots were wide but she got the hang of it and soon was not bad. Probably due to her talents. She then reached into her abilities that she hadn't used since she had ben captured and ran towards the enemies as well. Not wanting to be a sitting target. She rushed them with force enhanced speed firing into them before tackling one of them and shoving the blaster into his face ending his life. She rolled away just in time to avoid the shot of his friend and fired towards him.
It was different, she had never really been in a moment like this before. Never been in a physical fight. She fought back the instinct to turn into her lupine form and instead focused on her blaster. The stolen weapon was the key to her survival.

Sophia rolled away again, narrowly avoiding being shot again. She needed armor or something if this was going to become a thing. She huffed her tired body already tired and now even more tired from all the exercise. She channeled her emotions and tried to block out the fact she was exhausted.
Sophia knew that to live, she had to push past the exhaustion. Push past her feelings and just end this fight. Having lost track of her rescuer she aimed at the men again.

"I won't let you take me!" She screamed as she unloaded her weapon into the men in front of her in a fit of fury. All she saw was the red light of her blaster and all she felt was hate and anger and sadness and frustration. It was time to be herself again to have freedom of choice. Sophia let it all out as she just fired into them. She didn't even care if they were dead. Even when her blaster stopped firing she kept clicking on the trigger. The clicking sound not even registering as she instead realized she had never killed before and here she had ended who knows how many lives. Her fingers still pulling at that trigger and her mind in a daze.

 

[Viermen]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Sasmay Cull Sophia Bergen Lilanna Kelamvor
Location: Main Corridor of Shadow Empire Base

The sight of the Empress as a child impressed Viermen tremendously. A life of strength through strife, he could certainly relate. Being raised at the Sith Academy was like living in a military barracks but with more brutal instructors that would not hesitate to kill one of the young pupils to make an example of what happens to those who fail. Only the strong survived that training. It was the times before the games the older Sith would play as an illusion of strength would begin. A simpler time. A time that Viermen could actually thank the Sith for. The only time he could think positively of the Sith. The instructors were strong, their masters, though, were weak.

When the vision ended, the machine-man affirmed in his mind that she was an equal in strength to him. His respect for his ruler grew, though his visage of rage persevered. Especially when that accursed voice rang out down the corridor again. The order to move on was given. Viermen did not hesitate. He managed to take point down the corridor. His raspy, heavy breaths echoing in the corridor as rage flowed through him listening to the voice of his apprentice crying out continued.

Further down the hall, there was the sound of a commotion. Blaster fire was ringing through the corridors of the base further inside. However, it stopped as soon as he heard it. He assumed they would go and investigate, so he went that direction. His six feet clanging on the metal floors. Closer to the where the noise may have come from, he heard footsteps. Many footsteps. Down a branching corridor, several soldiers came running forward.

Viermen saw them, and they saw Viermen, but it was too late. He was not paying attention to how far behind the others may have been. As far as Lord Commander knew, at this moment, it was just him. He lowered his mechanical right arm that was fully converted into a giant blaster. His left hand clenched in a fist, and a look of joyful anticipation came across the parts of his face that were exposed, and he adjusted his stance to brace for the amount of force to come. He inhaled, "Now your trial begins!", then his arm cannon clicked, whirred to life, and he started to open merciless fire. It was far too late for these Shadow Empire soldiers. A cacophony of sundering blaster fire rang out in the corridors as Viermen unleashed rapid fire. Limbs were blown off, gaping seared holes were punched in torsos, heads were disintegrated if not blown off like the limbs, and all that remained were mangled corpses in a sea of red ichor after fifteen seconds. The soldiers were not worthy.