Snow White and the Seven Sith (OS/SSC Skirmish, PM for invite)

[Setzi Lunelle]

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Location: Equatorial region on Toola​

Objective: Prepare to invade Voss​

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On a frozen tundra stood a tall, weather-beaten building. Around the desolated structure, hand-picked members of the One Sith would land one by one in ships of various sizes and strengths. Darth Azurea had called them here. For her fellow Sith, their mission may seem ordinary, but to Azurea it was of utmost importance.

Your sister was infected with a Sith poison after Ziost, and after she was sold into slavery by the Primeval. She at least is on Voss trying to atone for any sins she committed, trying to beat the poison within her. At least, according to Master Harrison she is.

When Darth Azurea had faced Jedi Master Taeli Raaf on Contruum, the lightsider had uttered those words. Her sister was alive and being held captive by the Silver Jedi! While even her own Master, Darth Pyrrhus, would tell her: "She will die you know. You must leave her to her fate," the Sith Knight could not stand by and let Chastity be consumed by the Sith poison or survive to continue her padawan training. "Think about it. If I rescue her, I can... we can turn her to the darkside. She can become another vessel for the Dark Lord." But Pyrrhus disapproved. It would be too dangerous to infiltrate Voss, the capital planet of the Silver Jedi.

But stubborn and undeterred, the Sin of Pride, Darth Azurea finally stole away in the night, leaving their underwater home on Glee Anselm. She took her transport, The Pirate's Foe, called upon her fellow Sith to join her and headed to Toola to obtain pirated ships with Silver Jedi tags in order land on Voss. Due to her dogged persistence over the mystery and access to a couple of surreptitious contacts, Azurea had found a deserted listening station that was on the outskirts of a poorly populated settlement, on the edges of SSC space where they would collect the ships and plan their attack on the Silver Jedi headquarters.

The listening post originally belonged to a Separatists group, but had been abandoned for years. Even if most of the monitoring equipment no longer worked, they would be able to establish a small center of command in order to plan their infiltration. Failure was not an option.

Azurea would find her younger sister. Even if she had to die on Voss to do so.

[member="Mullarus"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="George O Rourke"] [member="Minna"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Jericho"]

OOC Thread

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71213-ooc-for-snow-white-and-the-seven-sith-skirmish-btw-osssc/

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar sat comfortably within the pilot seat of his vessel. His ship was of an average size, large enough for two rooms to rest and a small storage area. All in all, it was exactly what the young man desired. He cared not for a large vessel, as many Sith did. Maybe it was based on his desire for stealth, or the same thing that was slowly pushing him away from the One Sith. But in the end, it didn't matter. His ship was small enough to slip through SSC space without necessarily alerting anyone. As it approached Toola, the young man sent forth a forward message to the listening center. The message was plain and simple.

"Vaulkhar Zambrano reporting in. I'll be landing within the hour."

The transition was cut after his message, not allowing for any response time. Though he did not dislike [member="Darth Azurea"] in the slightest, he needed his time alone. Without the knowledge of a majority of the One Sith, he and six others were apparently embarking on a mission into SSC space, to do something or another. The details were not all there, but according to his former master [member="Vengeance"], he was to meet on this planet to aid their allies in gathering intel or possibly even rescuing someone. All in all, this was a mission where he could end up dead. He was skilled, of that he was sure. Vaulkhar's time with Vengeance and other master's had given him skills that most at the level of acolyte do not normally receive. But to face others of Knighthood and even Master status, if it came down to it, was still a daunting task. One that could result in many deaths. It was a bleak subject, to say the least. And one that did not exactly bring a smile to the young man's face.

His ship eventually set down nearby the frozen tower. The rampart was quickly lowered and the young man strode out into the cold, a heavy cloak enveloping him to keep the cold away, while also hiding his armor and lightsabers. Not that it mattered if his allies saw them, it was more so for anyone who was watching. Could never be too careful, especially when you're a member of the One Sith.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Brash actions usually end in brash deaths you know. Are you sure this is the path you want to take? Not that we can stop now, but just making sure." The voice of a heavily bundled man spoke up beside [member="Darth Azurea"] . Darth Ferus stood there covered in layers upon layers of cloth and fur to stay warm. The man hated the cold to put it mildly, and even though this was in the war sector of the planet, it was too cold for him. Both arms crossed over his chest as he looked over the view from the top of the tower.

Ice. Lots and lots of ice.

He shuddered from the cold, a frown clear on his lips. He had come here to not only assist Azurea, but to get some information on this Silver Sanctum was invailuable. So he had chosen to tag along, kid of like a quiet observer. Unless of course Jedi chose to intervien. Not that he expected it, but it wasn't a possibility to rule out.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

"Proper planning will always help with getting through brashness, my Lord Shadow," she said, her voice sounding cybernetic behind the mask she wore as she walked out of the cold and snow. Two probe droids floated around her and another one was sitting on her shoulder. She had volunteered to come along on this little escapade because it would be interesting to observe the Silver Jedi in action and retrieving a captive was always useful in swelling numbers.

A lightsaber, a crescent hilt, clattered against her black armor as she walked through to stand with the others, her high heeled boots clinking on the floor.

"My lady Azurea," she said in greeting, bowing her head. She didn't look at the other person there yet, she had heard his name but he was just like her. Here to help, but these other two were the leader of the operation and a high-ranking Lord. It was a better way to spend her time than prattling with the annoying instructors.

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

https://youtu.be/6jzNx6RGntU​

Patriot slipped out of hyperspace over the atmosphere of the beautiful-looking sphere of blue and white. Mullarus had done his research on the wold before arriving, of course, so he picked his warmest jumpsuit to wear beneath his shiny new set of armor, which was now destined to be stained by snow and ice. On his hip rested his brand new exotic lightsaber, his newest pride and joy, which he playfully regards as Bleeding Cross for it's cross design and longer-than-average hilt.

It was only a few hours ago when Mullarus' datapad pinged and announced throughout Patriot's speakers that he recieved a holomessage from [member="Darth Azurea"]. He was quick to decode the message and even quicker to set a course for Toola while slipping into his new armor. It felt natural wearing it. Apex Inc. did a great job of taking his measurements to get every bit of the armor perfectly fit.

It would be nice to see Azurea again. It had been a while since he last worked with her, and now he found himself with a desire to prove to her, as well as the other Knights and Lords, that he has grown to the strength of a Knight of the Order of Sith. It has been two rigorous years of being pushed around by Lord Pyrrhus, practicing his abilities, testing his limits, and learning more about himself and the galaxy around him. He was ready.

Beginning atmospheric descent, said the A.I. of Patriot. Mullarus flipped a switch behind the joystick as he said, "Better hit those s-foils..." The Charger model starship couldn't maneuver within a planet's atmosphere without the assistance of the s-foils, after all.

The frozen tundra stretched out before Mullarus. It looked painfully cold. Of course, he felt just fine with the cozy jumpsuit beneath his armor. He was sure it would be fine.

Closing in to set coordinates. Calculating closest spot to touch down

The A.I's voice was feminine, like many. Her voice was exotic and soothing to Mullarus' ears. It had been a long time since a female voice had made him feel calm. That hybrid eldorai-vahl woman, Baralin's used to do that. What ever happened to her, Mullarus often wondered. He had sent a few messages her way, but gotten no response. It was unfortunate that Mullarus was beginning to think she had died. The life of a sith must not have been one with romance involved.

Patriot shook.

Touchdown complete. Open loading dock?

Mullarus smiled, pulling the black hood over his head as he stood up, "Yes, Patriot. Open 'er up."

What lay outside was not quite what Mullarus was expecting. A wave of frozen air slammed into Mullarus the second he set foot on the loading dock. He winced, touching a button by his neck. The Imperial Shield's helmet began to assemble itself out of the neck guard. Within seconds, Mullarus face was covered by the hood and the helmet.

Now, without the constant blast of icy wind in his face, Mulkarus made his way over to the rest of the sith starships touched down a few dozen feet away. He recognized Azurea immedeatly in the swathe of white blinding his covered eyes. He approached her, pressing his handy-dandy neck button again to withdraw the helmet back into his armor as he approached so he would be recognizable.

"Darth Azurea," Mullarus said with a warm smile, "It's been too long. A pleasure to see you again." The young sith gave his friend a polite bow, "I recieved your message, and am at your disposal." The long hilt of his new lightsaber hung low on Mullarus' belt. It was about a half of a foot longer than the average lightsaber's hilt, so it might catch a few eyes, if his shiny new red armor did not do so already.

[member="First Daughter"] / [member="Darth Ferus"] / [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

There may be blood.

The thought ran through Kentarch's mind. It was one thing to die in the pitch of battle on some obscure planet, in some campaign no one ever heard of. The official mission was to recover [member="Darth Azurea"]'s sister. Typically a rescue mission was not something he associated himself with, especially given this girl was not even a middle ranking Sith. But he would not miss the chance to go to Voss and confront the Silver Jedi. The freezing temperatures reminded him of Hoth, the place where he once trained to be Sith when he was a young man. Dressed only in a black cloak, he emerged from the darkness to join the group of Sith who gathered for this mission. Glancing towards [member="Darth Ferus"] who was bundled up in an elaborate snow suit, he nodded to him. "I take it your here for some Intel on the SSC as well." He stated, looking at Ferus. "This mission may cost us a high price."

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

"My actions are not rash, Lord Ferus," remarked Darth Azurea. Up until now she had only peripherally met the leader of the Sith Assassins, once on Coruscant while seeking favor with Darth Hauntruss. Now that she was one of their ranks, she was pleased to see him come along on this trip. "In fact, I've been plotting my return to Voss for some time. When I was a Jedi and fought besides Chastity Lunelle on Ziost, I could have sworn I felt her Force Signature extinguished. I mistook her for dead. It's clear I was deceived somehow, and the Silvers are to blame." This was all said matter of factly as though giving directions to someone who found themselves lost. She eyed him shivering in his many layers. "While I doubt the heat is operational in the station, I'm sure we can do something about the cold," she said.

Two acolytes approached, and she greeted them as well as they made their way to the listening station. "Hello, Daughter," she said, her eyes following the droids as they hovered around the young Sith. "Mullarus, why you look different," Azurea remarked, a smile gracing her features. Unlike the acolyte in his armor, the Sith Knight only wore a dark woolen cloak, fur-lined to keep her warm, with weather-resistant pants and boots underneath. Perhaps she was underestimating the Silver Jedi, but Azurea had come to enjoy battle without the help of armor. There was a reckless, kamikaze abandon to fighting with limited protection. "Advancement suits you," she finished.

She felt a common bond with Mullarus, despite his rank and age, because they were both Apprentices of Master Pyrrhus. Only Azurea knew firsthand what the young man had been through in terms of punishment. She also knew that his trials would make him an extremely deadly foe, even for an acolyte.

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance made his way to the designated listening post in a lightly armored drop ship still preferring more subtle transportation than most. As he popped out of Hyperspace it sent a quick transmission.

"This is Vengeance initiating final docking procedures."

After a minute he made his way to join the group arriving just as Azurea was responding to brash actions. He smiled waiting until she finished before addressing anyone.

"Apologies for the late arrival." "I was half way across the galaxy when I got the message." "Lord Ferus........I promise I am not following you." "We jsut seem to be answerign the same calling as of late."

He gave the man a polite nod with a smile before scanning the group and giving each person there a polite bow of his head.

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] Mullarus [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="First Daughter"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus turned around to another familiar face. Ah, times like these where multiple faces from Mullarus' trials as a Sith Apprentice came together were always exciting. Mullarus gave a friendly wave to the Sith Knight, "Knight @Vengeance. Good to see you, as well."

The cold wind continued to blow on Mullarus' face. It felt as if it was freezing his eyeballs. Kark it. He pressed the handy-dandy neck button once again, his helmet assembling itself out of the armor set's neck and covering his head. Once again, he pulled the hood of the black cloak he wore over his armor onto his now-helmeted head. Finally, his head felt safe.

He looked around at the gathered Sith. It was quite a sight, really, to see Sith of all ranks coming together. For most, it was likely to spill the blood of these 'Silver Jedi', and for other it was possibly recon. Sometimes, Mullarus truely felt like one of the only Sith without a lust for killing and battling Jedi. Were any of his comrades really here because they are genuinely concerned about helping a fellow Sith find her family?

Integrity is for Jedi, they might say.

He turned his head back around to [member="Darth Azurea"], "You look comfortable in all of that fur." Through the helmet, Mullarus' normal voice sounded more electronic and metallic coming through the small speaker so his voice would not be so muffled. "I hope you are confident you will not take a blaster bolt today." Mullarus ceased himself. He was not quite sure how his concern for Azuera sounded out here. Perhaps he was underestimating her. Sure, he wouldn't want her to be shot or to lose a limb, but she is a Sith Knight for a reason. Maybe she would be the one making sure he would not be the one to get tossed around today.

He cleared his throat, "So, down to business, or are we having a snowball fight first?" he asked jokingly. Nobody could see it, but he gronned widely trying to hold back a chuckle beneath his helmet.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka sighed as the cold bite of the winds tore at his exposed skin while he hurried into the listening station from where his ship had landed. Despite the fact that he revelled in pushing his limits, of seeing how much punishment he could endure before folding, the cold was where he drew the line. He was a Zabrak born to the deserts of Iridonia where even the nights were stifling, as such he was most comfortable when he could feel the burning gaze of the sun on his skin not the frigid cold of a winter covered planer like Toola. He was currently bundled up in a thick robe, his whole body baring his face hidden from view and from the wind and cold.

Reaching the top of the tower, where he had felt the presences of other Sith gathering, Xavka took a moment to stare out of one of the windows at the view. Pale blue and white stretched before his eyes, disappearing into the horizon. Flurries of snow filled the air, carried on fierce winds. Scowling at the scene, one that rendered Xavka to a shivering wreck, Xavka stepped into the room proper.

His yellow gaze flickered around the room, making a note of everyone in attendance and comparing faces to names within his mind. While he did this, Xavka walked over to one of the walls near to Darth Ferus, sparing him a quick nod, before leaning back and focusing on keeping his teeth from chattering. "Darth Ferus, Darth Azurea." His greeting to the one Sith in the room he had had interacted with and the one that had called them all there carried a faint quiver as his shivering affected his voice.


[member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Mullarus"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar remained in a corner within the room, away from the others as they gathered. The man did not necessarily care for those who gathered here. His mission, one that did not exactly fit into the overall mission, was his main concern. It involved Jedi of the Silver Sanctum. As more and more arrived to meet within the tower, he continued his silent vigil of the force. His skills granted to him by his blood allowed him to see within it just as well as any would see with their normal vision. And as such, Vaulkhar peered out into the surrounding landscape, following the flow of the force, attempting to pick up on any disturbances.

The eventual arrival of Vengeance tore away his attention from the outside world, and refocused it upon that of his former master. They had not seen one another since their meeting upon the planet of Coruscant. Though he was contacted about this mission via his former master, he was still somewhat surprised to see he managed to arrive. With not one, but two apprentices to train, Vaulkhar had assumed his former master would have his hands more than full.

With a shake of his head, Vaulkhar returned his gaze to the landscape below.

[member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A muffled grunt was offered to [member="Darth Kentarch"] . He agreed with the Sith Lord, but talking was simply too much effort. Using his voice felt like letting ice sink into his skin here. Why did it always have to be a cold planet. An unamused gaze fell upon [member="Darth Azurea"] as she teased. Perhaps in a warmer place he would have said something. But not here, not in the freezing cold. A sneeze suddenly erupted from his form, which was very odd given he had no need to breath. The cold was unsettlingly annoying in how it could affect Ferus.

With a grumble the Lord decided enough was enough, and both hands raised before him. The Force quickly began to be affected, at first condensing befotr him. Focused, this task proved rather easy for Ferus despite the cold that seemed to make him sluggish. Though, what came next should fix that. The Force itself, channeled in a ball before him, began to glow visibly, like a small ember. All at once it burst into a roaring flame, heat washing over the many layers like a comforting embrace. A smile formed under the thick fur mask he wore as he warmed himself. This was better. Though, perhaps not for everyone. The Force cried out in pain, an echo of its torture clear. The fire ran off the living Force, burning it alive to make the heat needed. Despite the fire, it could feel very cold to those not use to the death of the Force.

[member="Vaulkhar"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]
[member="Mullarus"]
[member="First Daughter"]
[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

En Route to Planet Toola

When a lost soul in the form of his old friend [member="Connor Harrison"] quite suddenly contacted him, Thurion could scarcely believe what he was being told. [member="Chastity Lunelle"], a woman encountered on Ziost during the Primeval invasion and who chose to join them in facing the dark forces, apparently has a sister. This sister of hers is known to be a member of the One Sith, and now it appears she wants her back. Connor's information was obviously limited, but he did mention a world by the name of Toola. After giving it all some thought, the Grandmaster decided that this had to be handled discreetly. Doing nothing would more than likely mean Sith would descend upon Voss, or at least try to, and thus being proactive was the better alternative. The word was spread, and he was soon joined by several Coalition members willing to join him in facing the Sith, who no doubt would not be alone herself.

"Sir, we're entering the atmosphere now. ETA five minutes."

"Good work, soldier. Once we've disembarked return to orbit and stay there until told otherwise."

"Roger, Grandmaster."

Connor was to meet up with them once they reached Toola, so they'd been given specific coordinates as to where to land. Thurion joined the others preparing for the mission. "Alright, listen up, everyone. In five minutes we'll be setting foot on planet Toola. It's a cold world and largely desolate, so bring whatever you need to stay warm. We'll rendezvous with Master Harrison as he's been tracking the Sith and knows where they're holed up. As you might imagine, we only get one shot at this. May the Force be with you all."

[member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Jericho"]​

 

[Judas of Vahl]

The voyage to this pathetic and desolate world was rather uneventful and boring. The small vessel they traveled upon was quaint and only offered modest quarters for Judas, but that was all he required. His time was spent brooding over ancient texts that spoke of the old days, when Sith'ari reigned and not Dark Lords hidden behind layer upon layer of hooded disciple. They were true Kings in the olden days, ruling directly from the front and fighting for the man beside him and the women behind.

He spent the rest of his time tending to the very lifeforms that had become somewhat symbiotic. A sword, a shield, and a suit of living armor were his only possessions. The blade hungered daily, craving almost a pint of his blood every twenty four hours while the other two only fed once per month - and usually upon the bodies of their foes.

Judas had no real reason for being on this vessel, being on this mission's roster, or anything really. There wasn't an ulterior motive and his purposes in life were simple - kill and be killed.

"And woe to our enemies," he grinned as a single finger traced the sword's edge, drawing blood. Crimson streaked across a ruby blade, trickling down into the various crevices as it throbbed with pleasure.

The man donned his armor quickly, in a practiced manner. His weapon and his towering shield came second, latching on to his hip and back, as if he were some faceless shock trooper. Judas exited and made his way to the command room, remaining silent as he did so.

[member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Xavka Duquo"], [member="Mullarus"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Jericho]

One foot ahead of the next, the land below his feet untrustworthy. It reminded him slightly of home. But there was more snow here. More of the cold. None the less, whatever cold there was his long white fur and Jedi robe kept it out and his mask kept his face warm. He was alone, training as he always did, why was he alone on Toola? It was the perfect place to practice his Ice shaping. Although he has had considerable training in multiple shaping arts, there was always room for improvement. The warrior focused, raise his hands out in front of him, he cleared his mind of all distractions. With a long breath ice formed around his arms and he began to do the practice Teras Kasi the rancor form. With every punch he did the ice around his arm would form into a spike then retract around his arm and every time he would do a defensive maneuver the ice would form into a shield. The warrior took in another deep breath but stopped and lower his arms, there was a disturbance, he could feel powerful sith presence nearby.

This was a quiet planet, why were they here? Artifacts? He did not know, but either way they were not welcome here and he was going to let them know this. The warrior clenched his fist tightly and the ice shattered from his arm and fell onto the ground. He began to walk towards their direction, from the slow walk he began to move in a faster jog, to a sprint to enveloping himself in the force to a even quicker pace. No need for the element of surprise, he was letting them he was coming in hot and fast. Two of his four sabers flew into his hands, one a single blade its cyan light being emitted, the other his signature double blade its orange light taking form from only one. The warrior was ready for a fight, were the sith?


[member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

[member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Mullarus"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

This was something he had to end alone, without Taeli to help him. This was his mess, and his failure. It was time to start paying the price for his flirtation with the Dark Side, and those he had lost along the way. Chastity Lunelle being one of them. Connor had received word from the Antarian Ranger station on Toola that a number of vessels had come through, all unresponsive, and touched down in the Equatorial Region.

What was worse, was that the ship identified with help from Taeli was that of one [member="Darth Azurea"] - Setzi Lunette. Chastity's sister. Coincidence or not, Connor was learning not to believe in them, and now broke of his travel with Taeli to stop this threat that had emerged from a dark void of his past.

"Thurion, I have little time for explanation but I need your help to protect Voss. Please take what I say next of great importance and to act at once..."

He had explained the story of Chastity Lunelle and her sister all back from Chroma Zed to Chastity's kidnap and return to Voss corrupted by Sith Poision and now in rehabilitation. He had nothing from her since. She had been his Palawan and lover, and he had let her down. Now it was time to face the wrath of the sister seeking possible vengeance on the whole Order to find her.

Connor was now streaking through hyperspace in a single man fighter from Taeli's hangar that was built for speed and not war. What was worse, he was heading to Toola unarmed and with no armour. He prayed to the Force [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] had been able to bring a lightsaber for him. The armour would be a near-fatal omission, but this was a time to trust in the Force and himself. When terror struck, one could not always be tooled up to fight it and thus it depended on his natural essence as a Jedi and warrior to do what must be done.

The Jedi pushed as hard as he could to take the ship towards Silver Sanctum space and pray the Jedi had believed him, a once known volatile and violent, conflicted man, to get to Toola before the Sith moved to Voss...


SSC - [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Jericho"]
OS - [member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="First Daughter"]

OOC

Spoiler

So sorry for the delay guys - laptop trouble for the next week so working hours will be my most active until I get it back with a new fan!

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar cocked his head suddenly to the side, at one point he was looking north, watching the snow fall hurriedly from the sky. But rather suddenly, a disturbance within the Force was felt towards the east, and his gaze was drawn to it. At one point the snow was white, empty, a landscape that was as boring as it was cold. And then a powerful blue light erupted from nowhere, followed by an orange color that emerged, you guessed it, also from nowhere. The force around these two lights seemed to be drawn towards one object. A fellow force user. One who was not a part of this mission, or at least that was what he assumed, considering the fact all of those within the area were the only ones on the roster.

"Things are getting interesting."

These were the only words spoken by Vaulkhar before he raised his arm. The force gathered around it and without warning, he pushed forwards, a short burst of energy being shoved in the direction of the window. The glass shattered, opening the tower towards the outside elements. Vaulkhar then pulled this force around him, enveloping himself like a blanket. He dashed towards the window and leaped from it into the cold. He landed upon a snowy ridge nearby the tower, where he awaited the arrival of the Silver Sanctum Jedi. His hand was lowered to his side where he drew forth his single bladed lightsaber. Within the second, he drew it upwards into a defensive position and activated it. The vermilion color burst forth, lightening up the area around him in a color most akin to magma.

"Come to me, Jedi."

[member="Jericho"]

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Sitting strapped into her seat, a slight pit in the hollow of her stomach that spoke of old nervousness rearing it's ugly head for reasons she didn't wish to delve into, Teynara wished for the fifteenth time that she hadn't signed up for this one. It had nothing to do with wanting to avoid work, or not wishing to aid her fellow Jedi, or even that they were leaving the Sanctum on Voss - though she wasn't happy about doing that, either. It was when Thurion had uttered that fateful word that this had all started.

Sith.

She'd spent her career as a Jedi doing her very best to avoid them, their aggressive and belligerent nature, that natural tendency to hate the Jedi and all they stood for. And the fact that they always go out of their way to kill us, she reflected. The blonde knew she'd been lucky to avoid them this far, but that time was about to come to an abrupt end. That was what was making her nervous, and even with the others there, she didn't feel any more confident about the encounter. After all, it's my work to heal and help others, not to do battle. I'm no warrior. The Sith, if the stories were true, were all born warriors, dangerous to a man.

She sighed again, icy-blue eyes glancing around the passenger cabin where the others had all congregated. Thurion, looking as though he was carved out of stone, his matter-of-fact personality clearing pushing aside any doubts he had. She didn't really know the others except by name: the blue-skinned Nautolan, George (which she'd always thought an odd name for such a being); the Twi'lek Nima, consummate lightsaberist; Vilaz, a Human by species, but Mandalorian by culture; then finally, Master Minna, blonde like her, younger, perhaps, but reputed to have an exquisite grasp of the way the Force might be used to augment one's motion - a natural asset on a mission like this.

And what did that leave? Me. Pacifist, Scientist, Medic. And just about capable of using a lightsaber to open a stubborn tin can, she thought wryly, her self-deprecation momentarily banishing her anxiety and producing the faintest of smiles to amuse her. The Sith can take a crack at us and I'll be there to patch everyone up afterwards, unless we all get killed in the process. Now there was a cheerful thought...

"How many Sith are they going to have coming after us, do you think?", she asked in rhetorical fashion, her lilting accent carrying throughout the cabin. "Maybe, if we're lucky, they just have a pair of them: Master and Apprentice, like the Holobooks talk about." That would make things considerably easier. I won't even need to draw my lightsaber. We tell the Sith to back off and they surrender to common sense and retreat in the face of greater numbers. We'll call that best case scenario Aurek, huh? "You've all bumped into them before, right? Are they really as bad as people say?"

She really hoped not. What worried her more wasn't that they would be, but that the Jedi would burst her bubble and say as much. I know there is no Ignorance, but some days it'd be nice to think that not knowing would work out for me a little...

SSC: [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
OS : [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | Mullarus

 

[Minna]

Years of fighting Sith took it's toll, which was exactly why Minna had come to Sanctum space. She wanted to get away from the war for a while, relax on Voss whilst expanding her knowledge of the force with help from the people there. The Silver Jedi had split from the Republic long ago, and their time with the Voss Mystics would no doubt have furthered their training in many ways different to her own Jedi Order. It was the thought of peace and knowledge that brought her here, but it would turn out the force had other plans for her. As her Sicarius-class Infiltrator dropped from hyperspace, she caught the middle of Thurion's transmission.

"We'll rendezvous with Master Harrison as he's been tracking the Sith and knows where they're holed up. As you might imagine, we only get one shot at this. May the Force be with you all."

The Master he mentioned seemed to ring with some familiarity to Minna, but right now she was not inclined to think anymore of it. Instead she pressed her ship onwards, entering the atmosphere of Toola. As she got closer to the Sith's location her ship went dark, dissappearing from sight. On the backdrop of white snow her ship glided unseen, carrying on until there came a clearing in the mountainous terrain. She pulled the ship to a slow descent, landing gently behind a cluster of leafless trees. The cloaking disengaged, and the engines powered down. Minna grabbed a cloak from her side, rushing towards the ship's ramp. It was only a matter of time before the fighting started, and so in a hurry she made her way towards the meeting point.

[member="Teynara Jeralyr"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

As Darth Kentarch spoke to [member="Darth Ferus"], he noticed something in the force. He turned away from his fellow Sith Lord and look out in the distance. "Its a Trap!" Kentarch stated suddenly. "They knew we were coming." As the seconds passed he could feel the presence of the Jedi close in on the group of Sith. In an instant his Lightsaber hilt came to his hand, ready for a fight. He turned to [member="Darth Azurea"]. "Whoever leaked you this information about your sister planned for you to come. You were set up it seems. We were set up." His tone inflected that he was clearly not happy.

The Silver Jedi were a sect of Jedi dedicated to hunting down and eradicating Dark Side force users. Kentarch doubted they would simply let the Sith team walk away. No just as his instincts warned him there would be blood. He need to prepare for the eventuality that they would be kill or captured. "We either abaddon this mission now or get ready for a real fight." He said to no one in general. Then he realized that no Sith ever backed from a challenge.