Slaves to None [Republic v. Ladies of the Cauldron]

[The Ethelwulf]

@Evelynn | @Flint Dexen | @[member="Coci Sinopi"] | @Vulpesen | @Kiskla Grayson | @Marek S'hadar | @Ben Trasker | @[member="Nemene Talith"]

An operation to bring down to justice two Sith and their salvage games... one that would require the unique skills of the man known as the Ethelwulf.

Passing down information between Jedi Shadows didn't actually provided information to the robbed man directly; but eventually, the follower of the lightside would get the information and managed to act accordingly.

He knew that a team of Jedi were dispatched, he also received word that he had to act, however; he also knew that he had to remain completely hidden from view in order to perform his job accordingly.

Master Kiskla Grayson was leading the mission and he would report to her... for the time being...

For that reason, although the man waited patiently close to what seemed to be the landing site where they would meet, he decided to use what he knew on regards of Force Concealment in order to remain oblivious to everyone until he decided to reveal himself once they were all ready to move.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

The shuttle docked, and immediately officials began to corral around both the Jedi's shuttle and Ben's.
With a hiss, the sealed airlock released and the unloading ramp dropped for the passengers inside to unload.

"Alright, remember that these women are to be hostages of The Republic. May the Force be with you." Kiskla was awful at send offs, and merely left it at that as she was the first to duck out of the shuttle, and out into the planet's hot, unforgiving surface. Even the docking bay was flooded with activity. A new shipment of slaves must have just come in, because there were some pompus look individuals walking ahead of about five others with their heads hung. It was a sight worth frowning upon. On the bright side, some slaves were in for a better life than what they had left behind, if they were to be under the ownership of compassionate masters and not The Ladies of the Cauldron.

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[Louise]

The girl listened intently (as mutes tended to do) as Nemene revealed what was almost a sweet memory. The content of the tale naturally skewed the perspective somewhat but to Evelynn's now twisted frame of mind there were no issues to be had. The weak, they were made to be subjugated, there were entire races out there in the galaxy with perfect dispositions for slavery. Once upon a time there was a young woman that would have objected, that would have chimed in on the side of freedom but she had long since bent.

They either bend, or they break.

Visions of Nemene's childhood floated through their bond. Imposing images of her sister's father, of that beautiful sun dress. The feelings of nostalgia flooded Evelynn in that moment, so much to the extent that it felt like her own childhood. Naturally her senses returned, realising that it was just their force bond at play.

They stopped walking. Dramatic tension for the big reveal, and while Nemene immediately began to move again the mute stood there for a moment to stop and digest, watching her sister flow into the slave markets. She would most definitely be making further enquiries upon that discovery.

A combination of heat and fear slithered up Evelynn's spine as she finally stepped into the fray. The ecstasy of bondage. Sentient cattle were herded, pushed and prodded from area to area. The smell of singed flesh punctuated the air. Fresh brands. Beautiful.

Unfortunately hypocrisy reigned on high and while the girl revelled in the suffering of other people she could not abide by the mistreatment of helpless creature.

The whelp of a kath hound sent the girl's head twisting in the direction of the wretched noise. This not only struck a chord with the girl but a rather personal chord. Fresh out the crate from Dantooine. Drugged. Caged. Abused. The sting of the electrified stock prod sending pained whelps echoing forth.

Her fury surged, and she strode though the market rounding upon the handler.

“Stand back, lady! These things are wild!”

Evelynn's hand shot out. There was no time for creative sadism, to string the offending man up and let him bleed, let him know true suffering. The man grasped for his throat as all oxygen was cut off. Panic flooded his expression, eyes began to plead as they turned bloodshot and watery, face going from red to purple. Her rage swelled, a furious crescendo ass the woman's hand contorted.

Snap!

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[Lira Dajenn]

“Wild? I don't think you know the meaning of the word.” Were the last words the man heard as his neck was snapped. As Evelynn fell into her rage Nemene had calmly been standing behind the woman watching with cool liquid orange eyes. A small fan had been produced out of no where to ward against the heat, and slow calm wasps of air struck her and she flicked her wrist up and down, a slight smile was on her face as she watched the display.

Her gaze shifted from her sister, then to the man now laying dead on the floor and finally to the animals that her sister was so desperately trying to avenge.

She scoffed slightly at the sight, then fluttered her fan some more. This was most unlike her sister, she could feel the rage and anger through the bond. The hatred she felt for these men, and the twisted love that she felt for the captive creatures. She could feel it all, the emotions, the tiniest of twinges in Evelynns thoughts. In stark Contrast the Lady of Pain was completely calm. In her veins was nothing but icewater and her normal rage filled heart was nothing but stillness.

All Nemene could do was quirk and eyebrow at Evelynn, the calm breaking into her voice. “Dear Sister, we do have to work with these people. I'de rather you not kill them all.”

Her voice was pure condescension, a strange thing coming from someone so accustomed to rage.

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[Connor Harrison]

Following the Republic transport into the docking bay, he could feel the heat without even kicking open the door. This was going to be a tough mission.

Un-fastening his safety belt, he grabbed his DC-15s and frag grenade, kicked the door of his CSF cruiser open and slid out. The air was warm and it hit him hard. He squinted, adjusting himself to the light around him.

He holstered the sidearm and clipped the grendade to his right hip, fastening his blast-vest tight to hopefully protect him from what dangers lay ahead. As usual, he left his blast-helmet inside. One day he would curse himself for not bringing that thing...

There was a buzz of activity forming around both crafts, his cruiser was dwarfed by the superior looking Republic transport, now with the loading ramp down for those onboard to make themselves known. Trasker slowly sidled up the side of the tranport and waited for his fellow defenders of the galaxy to make themselves known.

Little did they know this was a big mission for the agent of the CSF. With his assistance required on the Republic operation, this was one step forward in making his transition to the wider and mightier Galactic Intelligence Agency that little bit more real...

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[Flint Dexen]

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"Understood, Master Grayson. May the Force be with you as well." Flint replied as he began walking down the ship's ramp, taking quick glance over his shoulder to see if the other two Jedi were coming. All of them being clad in brown cloaks and ponchos, the Jedi Knight was fairly sure that they would not be drawing attention to themselves. Flint looked around the docking bay as they waited to set off.

Slavery was something Flint despised. To be brutally honest, he would have no problem with setting every slave here on the planet free. That would be near impossible, however. What would be possible, however, would be finding the two Sith that they were supposed to track down. "Lets get going." he suggested.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Vulpesen | @Coci Sinopi | @The Cyan Blade | @Ben Trasker | @Nemene Talith | @Evelynn | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Following Knight Dexen, Coci put on her mask and secured it around her face. She generally does not wear a mask so this was feeling uncomfortable, but as soon as she had it set in place the HUD came up and began to feed her information. Coci could see the value in the mask however, she still preferred the use of her eyes, eyes which have the natural ability to see more then most sentient beings, through the mask this talent is reduced to the point of being useless.

But she is concealed, there is no outward signed of her identity only her presence in the force the only indication of who she is to those around her. For the moment.

The Knight suggested for them to be on their way and she agreed. "Yes .. time is wasting", she said in her cold manner. Coci strode down the boarding ramp until her booted feet touch the surface. Her eye brow knitted at this moment, she could sense something close by but was unable to place it. Her head turned to look around the area but found nothing, however she would remain on alert.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen followed the other jedi off the ship and called Ace into his pocket, letting the small wolf curl up in the fabric of his robes. Last time, the Ashlan had managed to help save his life. Now, Vulpesen would let the fox witness the capture of those who had put his bond mate in danger. For both of them, this was to be an experience of closure. Vulpesen was not a fearful person, but death had come far closer than he ever wanted to face again. His resolve was strengthened as he thought more of that day, and his hand drifted down to rest on his saber. "So, where will we begin our search?"

@[member="Flint Dexen"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Louise]

As opposed to shrinking back into her placid shell, Evelynn remained, chest heaving with vicious breathes that seemed to rupture out of her nose. She turned, almost too quickly to face her sister of all the people in the galaxy to lash out at, Nemene Talith was not one of them.

You know how this makes me feel!

The girl indicated to the hounds before her hands became fists, small and trembling. The roller coaster of rage was a ride difficult to get off of. You find yourself swept away, everything occurring around you is a trigger, a gateway, a catalyst for madness.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Naturally the beast tamer had colleagues, colleagues that were naturally upset that their friend had met such a sudden demise. For years they slaved at their craft to be looked down, spat upon and now slain by the upper echelons of society. Today was the day they took their stand. Unfortunately before they could be given names or develop personalities things took a sour turn swiftly.

With a wave of her hand, one of the men withdrew the blaster pistol from his belt and in one flowing movement shot one of his companions point blank in the face. A woman screamed, horrified that her friend would commit such an atrocity.

“That wasn't me! THAT WASN'T ME! THAT WAS-”

His words were cut off. The Force twisted and surged, a spike of malevolence in the air as the man's blood quite literally began to boil. It was simply enough. You just had to think small. Molecular even. Small particles that make up the blood sent into a frenzy of ridiculous proportions. Speeds that are only usually reached under the kiss of the Bunsen burner, no ladies and gentlemen we are no longer in the chemistry lab but this remained torture through science.

The man clawed at his own face with his unarmed hand, the horrified female friend remained rooted to the spot choosing to watch the grim display rather than help. I mean, she had no idea that his blood was boiling, only assuming that madness had taken root within him. I mean, he was holding a blaster? Why didn't he shoot? As the tamer met a new definition of pain, he slowly began to turn his blaster to himself. Oh yes, not Evelynn, but himself. Welcome to the pain of the blood boil.

Blam.

Evelynn pulled the remaining female towards her with the force and physically grabbing her wrist as soon she she was close enough. There wouldn't be much fight left in this one after the scene that had just played out.

There. I have not killed them all. We'll keep this one.

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[Lira Dajenn]

“Oh my.” Was all Nemene said as she watched the slaughter that her sister perpetuated. As blood and organs began to splatter she fanned herself, taking careful measure to avoid the human gunk, that could splatter on her. She watched with a raised eyebrow as a man clawed off his own skin and then decided to simply kill himself instead of live with the torture. Her moth went agape for only a second before her face returned to stoic calm.

She had to admit, when it came to cruelty Evelynn sometimes took a leg up on her...though only sometimes.

When the butchery was done and only a single girl remained Nemene watched with a strange calm, the calm of an ocean about to erupt into a storm. As her sisters telepathic words danced within her mind Nemene began to walk over to the girl she was hanging on to. Loud clicking boots traced across the limestone ground until she stood opposite the woman.

The former beast tamer now slave stood shaking, her eyes flooded with tears and her mouth whimpering. She began to beg, her mouth trying to form words, though they fell on deaf ears. Nemene seemed to be inspecting her, eyes shifting over her body and face.

With an extended nail she shushed the woman, placing a finger over her lips and then letting it trace down the side of her face to her throat. The whimpering wench quieted herself as Nemene's nail etched into her throat, holding back loud sobs. “No, I'm afraid she simply isn't pretty enough.”

Suddenly her nail glowed dark red, force destruction forming around it. Then Nemene jabbed the nail into the womans throat, slicing into her jugular and severing arteries and blood vessels in one smooth cut. The woman fell to the floor, quickly bleeding out.

She couldn't let Evelynn have all the fun after all. Then she shifted her gaze to her sister, a chiding disapproving look on her face. “We'll need to go somewhere else now. Your little...tantrum has ruined this place.”

She sniffed slightly and wrinkled her nose, what a waste.
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[Connor Harrison]

Trasker noticed this seem to be a heavily fronted Jedi operation, but he was damned if he was going to let them take off on some idealistic crusade that would tarnish the name of the Republic. He didn't understand the Jedi very well, and had a job to do to ensure the safety of the galaxy was kept, and that was his job just as much as others.

He held onto his sidearm, squinting in the sun as he picked up the pace to run out from behind his cruiser and catch up the cloaked warriors by the transport.

Moving to their front, he made himself visible and held out his holo-identification, spitting up a small turquoise readout with his credentials.

"Hold up. Agent Ben Trasker, Coruscant Security Force. I've been with you since we landed and I want a few answers from someone."

They looked quite young, full of determination and pride. One wore a mask, obviously finding the planet's atmosphere harsh. He frowned a little.

"Just what is the Jedi's remit to be here for the Republic operation? Forgive me, but I was told this was an assignment involving slavery. What are Jedi involved for?"


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[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen tapped into his com, speaking to @[member="Ben Trasker"]. There are two well known sith on the planet. We've been called in to take down the bosses of the operation." As he spoke, the force called out to him, screaming in the directions of the sith. "Speak of the devils, I think I found them." Turning around, Vulpesen quickly moved towards the disturbance. People were dying. He could sense it. And it had to stop it.

Although the other jedi were likely to follow, Vulpesen would most likely reach the scene first. Looking out over the carnage, the jedi struggled to suppress his outrage. Instead, he turned it into his usual friendly act. "And leave you shall. Ladies, might I suggest an escort from an old friend?" He stepped out of the crowd, towards the sith women while his hand brushed up against his saber. If they wanted violence and carnage, then perhaps they should pick on someone their own size.

@Nemene Talith @Kiskla Grayson, @Evelynn, @Coci Sinopi, @Flint Dexen, @Marek S'hadar, @The Cyan Blade

 

[Connor Harrison]

It seemed there was more to this than met the eye. The young Jedi warrior who thankfully informed him of what they were up against. Time to act.

Seeing him move off following whatever power he had, Trasker drew his DC-15s sidearm and ran after him. He was alone in the grand scheme of things and one of the only members of the party who had use of the Force, but he wasn't sure. Defending the people of the galaxy was his remit, and he wasn't going to let Sith stand in his way.

Navigating over the warm terrain, Trasker gripped the sidearm and thought about tapping into his com-link, but decided against it as there was no time.

Stepping up behind the young Jedi, Trasker decided the best option was to flank. He darted behind the amassed crowd to move into a better position and, hopefully....maybe.... a clear shot.


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[Flint Dexen]

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Flint was right next to Vulpesen as they moved quickly to the location of disturbance that the Force had alerted them of. It appeared as though his fellow Jedi Knight was somewhat enthusiastic in this move to arrest these Sith, possibly from his past experience with them. He also noticed that they had another Republic operative flanking them, which was good.

The Sith's tantrum had not gone unnoticed. People crowded around the area in which the Sith had brutally killed civilians. Flint had his lightsaber hilt at his hand, ready to be used at a moment's notice. He stood next to Vulpesen as Vulpesen announced their arrival, stepping out of the crowd. "In other words, you two are under arrest." Flint added, also stepping out of the crowd.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Vulpesen | @Coci Sinopi | @The Cyan Blade | @Ben Trasker | @Nemene Talith | @Evelynn | @Kiskla Grayson

As if the slave market area was not crowded enough, but more had gathered in morbid curiosity as the Sith Sister began a killing spree. However, it aided Coci, she is able to hide more within the crowd and she moved to position herself behind the Sith, blocking a retreat if they did not comply to the arrest. She was in no doubt they would fight so she prepared.

Coci moved forward placing the on lookers behind her, just in case the Sith lashed out toward them, even though the crowd sickened her, by standing around watching this display, they are to be protected. Her presence in the force shielded and undetectable thanks to the training she has received from Master Graves, although still not perfect and a good force user might be able to detect her presence, it was enough for the moment. Her saber hidden in the sleeve of her robes and unactivated .. but ready for the first move from the Sith.

 

[Louise]

Of course.

Nemene would naturally have to assert herself in this tricky pickle of a situation. How could she not? Control was power. So there she came, chiding and belittling as if Evelynn were a child being denied the shiny new toy they had picked up in the supermarket. Although most mothers don't actively destroy the toy in their child's hands. That was quite extreme. The woman's body dropped to the ground.

It incensed her, almost.

The Silent Sister attempted to reign in her long lost composure, unfortunately this was an effort swiftly squashed by a familiar voice.

Jedi? Here?

An indignant snort, accompanied by a slight edge of panic creeping into the back of her mind. Not just one Jedi either. How many more?

I think not!

Her chilly telepathy echoed throughout the minds of those in the area. There was fear there. She had been finding her feet again, she had been coming to terms with life's new set of circumstances and here they were, the peace crusade to knock her down again. No. Not again. The girl's fists trembled at her sides, and she looked to Nemene with worried eyes. Searching for her sister's reaction, for a plan of action.

No. Not again.

@Kiskla Grayson, @Nemene Talith, @Vulpesen, @Coci Sinopi, @Ben Trasker, @Flint Dexen, @Marek S'hadar, @The Cyan Blade

 

[Connor Harrison]

Trasker aimed his DC-15s sidearm at the two girls - these two were Sith? They looked pretty tame considering. A couple of well placed shots should take them down or at least cripple them enough for them to be taken down into custody.

He took two steps forward.

"In the name of the Republic - raise your hands and get down on the ground!"

He noticed his fellow Republicans out in front; they had his back and he had theirs.

Only he didn't have the Force.

He swallowed softly.



@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], @[member="Nemene Talith"], @[member="Vulpesen"], @[member="Coci Sinopi"], @[member="Flint Dexen"], @[member="Marek S'hadar"], @[member="The Cyan Blade"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene could feel the slight hint of panic through the bond as soon as Evelynn felt it. Her immediate reaction was to quash it. Pure and complete confidence radiated from Nemene, a glow would seem to surround her to Evelynn as she sent strength through the bond. Her eyes shifted only slightly to the other woman, her head shaking as if in answer to an unspoken question.

There would be no surrender.

The crimes they had committed against the Republic and the Jedi themselves were far too numerous to list, it would probably buy both women death sentences, and Nemene was as of yet not ready to die. From her belt Nemene drew her saber-staff, just as another voice erupted behind her. She frowned slightly, though paid the man no attention.

She shot one last look over to Evelynn, confidence and reassurance still radiating through their bond. Then she gazed towards the Jedi who she assumed was leading this little operation, recognizing one, but not the other.

“Do you really think to take us here? On the sovereign world of Zygerria?” Her voice was smooth, confidence radiating through it. “The Republic has no power here. The Jedi no influence.”

She smiled as she spoke, flexing the fingers on her lightsaber. “Do you really think you have any semblance of power here?”

Petty words were all they were really. The Queen of Zygerria of course was a personal friend to Nemene, the two women had known each other since childhood, but she had no real power, not anymore. Since the fall of the Empire Zygerria had barely kept it together, and if the Republic wanted to take two Sith Ladies off of the planet...well there was nothing the Queen could do.

Nemene knew this of course, but she didn't care. Her words were simply there to buy time, buy her enough time to pick the Jedi...and apparently Republic agents out of the crowd.
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[Marek S'hadar]

The masked Jedi kept his cool, keeping his head low and hs tounge held as he searched out the Sith on world. He'd find them, then he'd end them without a second thought. He shouldn't have thought like this, he should've been calmer and less agressive, but the Empire had fallen, and he wasn't content that all it's corrupted beings hadn't gone down with it. He hoped to rectify that mistake with a blade totheir necks, but nothing in life was ever so easy as that.

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[Flint Dexen]

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It was apparent that the Sith women were not about to surrender any time soon, and certainly not without a fight. Flint motioned for his Republic comrades to not act aggressively, wanting to try and resolve the conflict peacefully if possible.

“I do really think to take you here, on this sovereign world of Zygerria." Flint responded simply to the Sith Knights, still keeping a firm grip on his lightsaber. "You've broken Republic laws, and harmed Republic citizens. And thus you will have to answer to your crimes against the Republic and its people. For your crimes against the Republic, you're under arrest." the Jedi Knight said, for the second time.