Swamp Things (OS Dominion of Obredaan)

[Sage Bane]

The galaxy was the One Sith’s oyster. With military successes in the Expansion Region continuing to move along like the inexorable ticking of a chrono, Sith tacticians decided it was time for the One Sith to shore up some Wild Space worlds that had not yet fallen under their influence when their armies took Yedagon City on Aduba. Obredaan, a Cortosis rich planet on the Entralla Trade Route was one of those worlds which lay right in the One Sith’s stygian grasp.

The native species, the mysterious Jin’ha, still controlled Obredaan, and more importantly its precious Cortosis mines and mining facilities. One way or another, the Jin’ha would need to be controlled, conquered, or brought into the folds of the One Sith. Perhaps an assassination of the Obredaan Mining Commissioner might help convince the Jin’ha to surrender without as much bloodshed?

Construction projects, devised by the best architects of the Sith, were also on deck for Obredaan. After all, all of that rich ore would need to be protected once it belonged to the Sith. The planet was covered with useless swamp lands, but building on them would be tricky. The land would need to be sand-filled, but once the soil was firm, Sith Temples, military garrisons, prisons, and innumerable other improvements could be built. Swamp creatures would also need to be rounded up or chased from the construction sites, but beasts were always handy for experimentation.

Shimmering out of hyperspace, One Sith fleets soon amassed over Obredaan, flotillas of ominous star destroyers set to strike at its fragile heart. It was time for the Sith to once again wipe clean the slate of another planet, purge it of its weaknesses, and build it up as a powerful bastion of the Dark Side.

Objectives

Spoiler

• Obredaan is rich with Cortosis. Forcibly takeover the Cortosis mines and their facilities from the native Jin'ha. Steal Cortosis for the Dark Lord, and yourself! Make sure you wear your rebreathers.
• Build stuff! Temples, military installations, shipyards, prisons. Whatever your heart desires, let's get some new creative locations to expand the lore on our worlds.
• Obredaan is covered in swamps. Fight and capture creatures such as swamp wampas and swamp slugs for alchemical experimentation. Make them into new Sith warbeasts and breed them for the Dark Lord’s armies.
• Do your own Sithy thing.

OOC Info

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Please use this template and number your posts
Objective:
Location:
Allies:
Enemies:
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[Corey's OOC]

Post: one
Location: Heading to planet
Enemies: Everyone.

Lucas did not like the Sith. They worked, they gave him strength. They instructed him on how to use the Force, how to use the Force to its full potential. They wasted it on the weak. These were teachings that should be preserved, teachings that should be reserved. The power was too far spread over the others in their so-called Faction.

It was disgusting. The smell of the Force being used by some so weak to hold the powers the Sith. Lucas was an acolyte. He was here to learn. But when he was learning, he was taking mark of who was where, who was weak and who he could best. He knew that he had to bide his time, he had to play the game until he could take his rightful place over the people of this faction, eliminate the weak, and preserve the purity that was the Sith’s teachings.

There were things on this world that were needed for the nation. Feth it if he cared. Lucas was here to see what he could learn, what he could observe. This was how the Sith should operate. Watching those that were in the galaxy, seeing what they were doing, and finding the most appropriate way to kill them.

Life was a prison. And the half-Anzati knew that he could feed off the life of others. It was the ultimate gift that Lucas Gravois could give to the galaxy. And at times, the man was a giver. And the next gift he’d give? The gift of teaching others they were not worthy of the Sith name.

 

[Rapax]

Objective:1
Location: Heading to the planet
Allies: OS
Enemies: everyone else who isnt OS
1/20

Naga flew in his ship to the planet He headed there for one purpose to grab cortosis to add to his arsenal he could always use some cortosis armor as well as multiple other uses for this mineral. Yet to do so he would have to yank it from the natives cold dead hands... He had no problems doing that this planet was theirs to do with as they pleased if the natives resist then they shall be annihilated like the rest of the siths enemies. His ship came out of hyperspace and landed in a small clearing. when the ramp lowered he looked around the place before heading to the closest mine.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: 2, soon to be 1, going for that cortoisis ([member="Lucas Gravois"]) booty
Location: Transport Shuttle with Sage and posse
Allies: With one, hot sexy master, [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: None yet

Too-blue eyes looked out of the viewport. One of the many dropships that she was becoming very familiar with settled down with a slight grown onto the swampy earth. The humidity outside was evident with the fog spreading across the view-port glass. She had a blaster strapped low on her hip. Sage had yet to deem her ready for a lightsaber. Yet.

She was still nervous but not as much as Artisia.

Full-lips pursed to hide what nerves were left. She brushed by Sage's shoulder as she joined the crew and soldiers to exit. Fingers twitched over the weapon. The blaster reminded her of something that seemed so long ago - fogged - her old life prior to meeting Sage at the #DaveBenefitConcert.

But the moment she looked into Sage's brown pools, she forgot about it. Index finger stopped twitching against the blaster as a blast of humidity hit her lightly-clothed form. "What are our objectives, Lord Bane?"

See??? She could be professional too, even if her eyes totally checked out his butt before she passed him.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[1/20]
Objective: Uno
Location: Dropship
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"]
Enemies: Turbulence

Lord Ajihad sat in one of the seats in a KI-MkI Falcon-Class Heavy Dropship, a harness strapped around his muscular body. He was in the ship with a squad of Marines, all fit and ready for combat. They were all in aquatic combat gear, given their combat zone would leave them waist-deep in water. They were flying over the surface of Obredaan, and were experiencing some serious turbulence. The ship shook and pitched as it descended through the atmosphere, but the stone-faced Marines were not disturbed even in the slightest. Their basic training had been scarier than this.

Ajihad sat back in his seat, fiddling with one of his many throwing knives. He twirled it about, tossing it between his hands and other such things. He was headed to the swamp-planet to get himself some Cortosis, a material that deactivated lightsabers on contact. He had begun to make plans for his own Sith sword, which would have powers and abilities that complemented his fighting style perfected. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the bumpy ride.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective 1: Swiggity swooty, comin' fo' dat booty
Location: Landing in the swamp near a transport shuttle
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | One Sith
Enemies: Jin'ha | [member="Lucas Gravois"] (Maybe) | Swamp Predators
1/20

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr8-E8may2Y[/youtube]​

Mullarus' Blade Starfighter bursted out of the hangar of the One Sith star destroyer, flipping and spinning as it made its way down through the atmosphere of Obredaan. The young man did not dare wear his grandfather's robes to a swamp world, so he wore some gear that was already fairly dirty that would not restrict movement and keep Mullarus mostly comfortable.

His starfighter broke the atmosphere near a transport shuttle, presumably with some other sith on board. He decided to tag along with them. Maybe he'd make some friends. Maybe he'd get a lot more done than he thought he would. He landed nearby, hopping out of the cockpit and checking his gear to make sure he was not leaving anything behind. After making sure he was ready, he treaded through the swampy ground toward the shuttle to meet whomever steps off.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: 2. The Temple and the Colosseum.
Location: Swampland
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] OS [member="Vrag"] @ [member="Naga Itesak"]
Enemies: Everything in the way
1/20


A new world, a New adventure. Darth Mythos was more than prepared for his Mission, along with ships, workers and a whelping of wheat from the sith armies Animus was going straight to the deepest swampland he could find. His plan? To the Build the Temple of Power. A Colloseum and a Museum of Prowess. Attaining entrance to the Facility was not so easy. Immediately after the gunships began doing their patrol over the massive area cargo ships stacked to the Bring with construction materials began to pop up one next to the other. Mythos was a builder, he demanded perfection in his Craftsmanship, he wanted to build a temple the Sith would be proud of and he himself in the process.

Few hours went by and most of the men began to land and unload the main equipment, nothing special yet had happen, Garclu Spiders here and there got poodoo for scarig a twitchy trooper but other than that smooth sailing. Animus Chose this spot for various reasons; The first was it's incredible hostility of swamp creatures about, the second was it's dark environment and it's strong connection to the dark side, finally it would be Under the Swamp, A tribute to his Academy, the Marvelous Glee Anselm. Being a Knight of the Sith was a big responsibility in his mind and soul.
This would be his first Task of Building something true, and powerful.

First the foundations would lay as they looked upon a lake of Acidic Swamp. First, Workers would lay in suits made of anti corrosive materials, inlaid with Sith Engineering to make them resistant to acidic ooze and dive inside the small lake of Acid ozze to determine the depth and length of the basin. The place was harsh, even arriving at the place workers had died of various reasons. Some, tanks exploded under the Acid lake, Others seemed to have an Allergic reaction to the place and died. Animus as usual barked out orders to spur the Temple's inner core to be worked.
"I need this area under constant air support... I want an Entire Squadron "
This being a warzone Animus was prepared to pull in rank to get some fighters down to protect his construction.
His deign was simple. The Entire Place was made out of Transparisteel and fitted with an Internal Garden 100 Yards long. A Place of meditation and of Various Fruits and vegetables, of Course, never too far was [member="Kida Ravos"], inside the Ship, she was in the room but he was sure that did not stop her. He had to have a the eyes of [member="Darth Erebos"] today. Not miss a fly. Construction, possible Swamp Creatures and the inevitable Exploration of Kida's curiosity. It was bound to come. Swampland was no forest, but for now it would do her good to get some fresh air in a more safe part of the Swamp. In addition, the tempe would have a Colosseum built in, a place for warriors to Hone their Skills called THE CLAIM. The Colosseum much smaller than the Garden who inside not only, did you find the source of pure air but Knowledge and in the very hidden bungalows of the forest bookshelves were placed.



The Temple was apart, He made a special large part of the place for a Temple/An Academy or a Great Library. Groom was beside him as quick as his own footsteps. A Year old Tuk'ata, Not as large as anything in Korrigans deep toombs... But Mythos had trained along side him. This was the First time his Pup, would fight alongside him if anything did arrive.
"We hunt Groom...." The way he said it sounded much like the Growl Groom Gave as something moved through the branches....
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[Lief]

Kida had not seen real landscapes in what felt like forever. No trees to claw or grass to roll around in, heck she hadn't even shifted to her Daux-form due to the discomfort she felt at her life within the belly of the metal beast. Whether it was one which was moving, like this one, or one which was stationary, Kida despised the metal monsters; they were cold, and lifeless. She could not hear the blood coursing through their veins, nor the heat of their bodies. It made her irritable and oddly tired, or maybe she just slept so much to hasten the time it took for her to be back among nature. Who knew what was going on inside her little head.

But now something felt different. She could feel the beat of a planet core, so to speak, the spark of life that accompanied trees and plants and water. And it made her anxious to be away from the metallic husk. So she did all she knew how to; upon hearing the ramp open up Kida made her way out of the room she had been provided with aboard the vessel and clambered down. Her hands and feet squelched in the mud, as she was of course on all fours as ever, yet she did not let that daunt her. When she found a more stable patch of land that was a little less boggy she rolled in the grass, dirtying her clothes and exposed skin in the meantime.

With a squeal she made herself known; picking up on the scent of [member="Darth Mythos"] the child bounded through the land in search of him. Oh this was a good day indeed, perhaps she would even find some critter to pounce!

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Obredaan, The Mines.
Objective 1
Allies: No one at the moment
Enemies: [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Sage Bane"]
1/20

2 hours ago ​

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" I need more... More of this metal. This, Cortosis." Durza muttered to a miner by the entrance of the mines. The Jin'ha were nothing but infidels in Durza's unrestricted cybernetic eyes. Cloaked with some sort of salvaged rag the Necropsi walked back and forth with slightly limp. Beneath the cloak was a odd sort of green glow patched were his right arm was covered. One eye White and the other orange in color Durza's voice was distorted heavily and very much sounded robotic.

" You must have something to offer us in return?" the miner asked and crossed his arms. With a smile and shifting of his position Durza removed his hood revealing his cyborg appearance. " I have nothing for you Infidel. You reek of blasphemy and will get nothing in return, Except your ascension." Durza held no expression as he suddenly backhanded the Miner in front of him with his left repulse hand. The sound of glass cracking and a slight scream emitted in the area which was all followed by the sound of a body hitting the mine floors. Alarms sounded flashing red and the normal lighting dimmed as the other Jin'ha ran further into the mine to get to cover.

The present moment​

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Sparks spewed slightly from circuit panels that controlled the lights and alarms. Harmful Gases slowly escaped the pipes, the Lights were off across the entire mine except for the occasional red flash from the alarms which gave only a glimpse of the ground. Jin'ha corpses were no where to be found but droid parts with some blood smears could be found about the walls and floors. Was this the same mine?! There was a silence about the entire area that felt, wrong. Deep in the mines machines continued to move and function as if directed. ​

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1,4,2
Galactic grid: K-6
Location: Orbit, aboard the bridge of a Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser
Allies: The one sith, [member="Darth Mythos"], [member="Kida Ravos"], [member="Mullarus"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Kinsey Starchaser"], [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Enemies: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
1/20

"Back and forth on the pendulum..." He muttered as he stared down the captain of the Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser who seemed more than annoyed at hosting the sith knight on his bridge, the Tuk'ata didn't help either it seemed. The beasts circled the bridge with watchful eyes as they turned and lowly growled at the slightest movement of the bridge crew.
It was the last part of what he'd need before he could return to Coruscant once more, Cortosis, He thought before he clicked his tongue sending the beasts into the hangar back to his original ship. A few sighs of relief could be heard by the Miralukan half-breed and he smirked a little under his hooded face. "As I said my lord we are not a support vessel for whatever endeavor you have deigned we suddenly have to join into." The captain spat at T'zanith, snapping him back from the slight day dream he had been having.
T'zantih simply cocked his head to the side at the captain, who reached back almost like he was expecting T'zantih to attack him for denying him something. "Captain there is a work crew planet-side that is working on creating a temple. Your ship hovering above it would prove to be an immense help in supporting that crew and minimizing the loss of life in that endeavor." The captain was dumbfounded with T'zanith's calm voiced reply. "You are drying to minimize the loss of our forces on the planet?" He then asked in disbelief at the sith, who simply nodded to him. "I however will require three drop ships and companies to fill them, that is all I will require from you." T'zanith then said and as he saw that the captain rubbed his forehead and then nodded to him, he smiled.
It had been so easy to manipulate the captain to do what he wanted him to do, he thought as he walked into the hangar bay and was greeted with the Drop ships, the troopers and the fighter escorts that would accompany him to the planet. Outside the stars shone, little silvery pin pricks against the black, how T'zanith wished he could see like most of the others did. His eyes were there but they simply didn't function and instead he saw through the force, a trait inherited from his father but as advantageous as that was it still left many things out of his sight that others could easily see.
With a simple wave of his hand the soldiers began to board the drop ships and the pilots their own ships. A whine behind him made T'zanith turn to see his three Tuk'ata stare at him, annoyed they wouldn't be allowed to come with him yet again. "J'us zenoti kodel Nu valia nenx nesti j'us su nun." He said to them and then the Tuk'ata whined once again and lumbered to his ship and to their own corner in T'zanith's private room.
"Sir the scouts report that the mine was attacked two hours ago and that no one has left the mine yet." A soldier reported as T'zanith boarded the ship. "Hmm have them keep surveying the area but I don't want them to enter the mine yet, at least not until we are a few seconds out of our drop point." T'zanith ordered back and then took hold of the overhead grip above his head. The drop ships left the hangar and headed straight for the area of the mine that was T'zanith's destination.
The Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser however moved to hover above [member="Darth Mythos"]'s build site to provide superior air cover and artillery cover for the troopers below at a simple communication with coordinates.
The Drop ships flew low, just above the tops of the trees, flanked on either side by fighters as the landscape shot passed them. It didn't take them long to come upon the entrance of the mine and as the drop-ships were touching down the hangar doors opened and the scouts could see T'zantih give them the hand gesture for entering the mine and scout ahead. "Get a forward base up and running here, use the drop-ships as cover." T'zanith ordered as his feet planted firmly on solid ground. He felt eerie about the mine, there wasn't a speck of life emanating from it, or at least if there was it was very weak.

Sith Language Translation:
J'us zenoti kodel Nu valia nenx nesti j'us su nun. «You know why I won't bring you with me.»

 

[Sayl Bane]

Objective: 2, annoy her brother along the way
Location: Transport with Sage and crew
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
(1/20)

Sayl was not Sith. Neither was she Jedi. In fact, she wasn't sure what exactly she was, at this point. The Force was simply there, a tool to be manipulated at her will with no particular alignment. It registered as nothing more than that, just something to be molded and twisted without any real tangible sensations tied to it. At one point she had called herself a Jedi, a warrior of light, but that had been before Korriban, before the tables had turned and she agreed to join her twin. That had been just one more brash and thoughtless decision, one made so that she might be close to her family once again, or what little she had left. She had done it for him and him only.

Of course, that didn't mean she had to take things seriously for too long. Force forbid she do that, when she could simply be herself and take everyone else along for the ride. It wasn't that she was necessarily immature, but she wouldn't be one to change herself just to spare others. She and Sage were siblings, and she would treat him as such regardless of his thoughts on the matter. That might have made her a bad sister in the eyes of some, but really she was only doing him a favor. He took everything too seriously, and it was about time he learned what it meant to loosen up again, even if she had to demonstrate rather forcibly a few times. He'd asked for this, after all.

Her presence here had raised a few questions, that much she could tell from the sidelong glances a few others had given her. It wasn't often one of them differed from the usual goal-oriented mindset that seemed to make up the entirety of the One Sith. But, well, she didn't see the point in being so droll and boring about everything. There was work to be done, that much she understood, and believe it or not she was capable of putting her mind to things when required. But growing up as a pickpocket didn't allow for much in the way of an entirely serious state of mind to be instated. If you started looking at things as more trouble than they were worth you'd never get out alive. Maybe that was their problem.

In contrast to the other woman next to her brother her own demeanor was casual in every sense, lightsaber hanging on her hip the only real indication of her standing as, well, one of them. Teeth toyed with her lip ring as she reached out with the Force, touching lightly on Sage's mind as if in some indication of solidarity. She could tease him all she wanted, but at the end of the day she would have his back when no one else did, and nothing would change that. That didn't mean she still couldn't have a bit of fun with things. Knowing it would get to him somehow she looked him right in the eyes with a slightly crooked, carefree grin. No measure of subservience was present, no deference to his rank. "So, what's the deal?"

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2 Build stuff!
Location: Swamps near his transport shuttle
Allies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Sayl Bane"]
Enemies: Anyone who wants to play
1/20

While One Sith forces on Obredaan were busy commandeering the Cortosis mines from the ruling Jin'ha, Sage had a different mission on his agenda. He had brought his Acolyte Kinsey with him in the hopes that she might be inspired to learn Sith Alchemy from him someday. The Sith sorcerer's adoration of the ancient mingling of science and the dark arts knew no bounds. He only hoped that Kinsey would come to share his deep love for it. Along for the ride, was also his sister Sayl. The two had recently patched up their tumultuous relationship, and while he wasn't entirely sure that it was healthy for either one of them to enter into a Master/Apprentice relationship without one of them getting murdered, he still provided training whereever possible.

Along with a myriad of supplies, such as Sith chemicals and bloodletting instruments, Sage also brought along a very special package of biomatter in a cryogenic container, a surprise of sorts. He planned to reveal its contents later, but for now he remained tight-lipped about what lay inside.

Along with alchemical supplies, Sage also brought his loyal steed, Nightbrother, a Nabooian Guarlara. The majestic creature let out an indignant whinny at the marshy smell that tainted the air, and Sage patted the animal's muscular neck in consolation. There were a few other shuttles in proximity with countless black garbed Sith spilling out of them. He noticed [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]' apprentice was among them. After a quick glance down at his Datapad, he raised his appreciative gaze to his lovely Acolyte.

"The soldiers are headed West to siege a Cortosis mine not far from here," he told Kinsey and Sayl. "I was hoping you both would want to ride with me to the place where I'll be conducting my experiments. However, if you would rather join the siege, you could certainly use the training. My soldiers are sworn to protect you, and I'm sure that Darth Pyrrhus' apprentice [member="Mullarus"] would be glad to chaperon you. I won't be too far away, should trouble arise."

Using the Force, Sage floated his lightsaber hilt to Kinsey's hand. Then he climbed onto his Guarlara and raised an expectant gaze at the two women. There were additional steeds waiting in the shuttle if either of them needed a ride.

 

[Rapax]

Objective:1
Location: Heading to the planet
Allies: Darth Mythos, Kida Ravos, Mullarus, Lord Ajihad, Kinsey Starchaser, Naga Itesak, Sage Bane, Lucas Gravois
Enemies: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
2/20


Naga kept moving through the swamp trying to make as little noise as possible. He saw a near by mine guarded by the natives, naga had his claws ready for the pounce on them they had only sticks and stone to defend them selves where he has more advanced technology and the force on his side these natives would stand little chance. He waited till the right moment before quickly leaping down and in two swipes slashed each of the native's necks letting the blood mingle with the swampy land scape as they fell. Such fragile creatures the slightest pressure and they'll bleed all over you. He thought to him self, But he dismissed it quickly knowing he was here for the cortosis even if all he gets is a few crates it wont matter all he wants is enough to make an armor and other weaponry out of it that's all he wanted, If he got a mines worth then that's a bonus hes willing to accept. He took out his sabers not activating them as he went into the mine to cleanse it of life.

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: 1 (Defend Jin'ha Mines)
Location: Obredaan, Mining Complex Landing Pad
Allies: Jin'ha
Enemies: Sith
Post Count: 1/20

The Jin'ha were many things: greedy, mystical, isolationist. One thing they were not was stupid.

As such, they were not foolish enough to believe that being an independent, uncontested world rich in cortosis and on the very doorstep of the rapidly-expanding One Sith empire was a sustainable state of affairs. But they were also proud, and steeped in tradition. To abandon the sacred world of Obredaan, even with no hope of victory and no chance of outside help, would be unthinkable. So the Jin'ha had begun to build up their forces, blaster by blaster and cortosis blade by cortosis blade. They would sell their lives dearly. They would make the Sith pay a heavy cost for every meter.

Vynn Tranikor wasn't one for causes any more, but he admired that kind of stubbornness. And the Jin'ha paid well.

It was dangerous for him to be operating this close to One Sith space; there was still a hefty price on his head there thanks to his time as a dissident on his occupied homeworld of Crina. In fact, it was dangerous enough that it really ought to outweigh what the Jin'ha were paying him. He didn't admit it, even to himself, but he took the job to help them hurt the Sith. There was still some desperate, foolish hope buried deep in his heart that Obredaan's story would be different from Crina's, that freedom and justice would somehow overpower lightsabers and star destroyers.

He knew it wasn't true. He knew all too well the slaughter that was to come, no matter how noble the Jin'ha's cause. Which was why he felt his heart slip right out through his boots when the Sith fleet came into orbit.

Jin'ha did not tell their names or show their flesh to outsiders, even outsiders who provided them with hundreds of crates of blaster rifles, so Vynn had no idea whom he was standing next to when the invasion began. What he did know was that he was in deep, deep druk. Escape routes flashed through his mind, all of them ending with bits of his ship scattered to the solar wind by merciless turbolaser batteries. He could run static blockades; he wasn't sure he could run an alert and hostile invasion force. And the Sith had ways of knowing things that ordinary sensors couldn't explain.

"It begins," the Jin'ha beside him rumble-buzzed, pressing five slim bars of cortosis into Vynn's palm. "Your service has been satisfactory, captain. Meet your next life with spear raised." The metal was cold against the smuggler's palm. Maybe he could make it, if he ran now. Maybe he could get lost in the chaos, mixed in with the landing craft. But the familiarity of it all ate at his soul: another world dragged screaming down the maw of the dark side. Would he run away again, like he'd run from home? When the whole galaxy fell, where would he have left to run to?

Stowing the cortosis, he drew his blaster. "Let's hold off on the next life," he said. "I've got your back."

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Build a Location for the Sith that only the strong, and those who know where it is can arrive. (Much like my beautiful academy)
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth"] Mythos
Enemies: Anyone and anything that get's oin the way of the construction
Location: Acid Swamp




The construction neared it's half day out and through Mytho's constant proverbial whip, and the Crew he hand picked for the Job the Construction was going flawlessly. SUddenly he felt @Kida Ravis coming up to him. His precious, most prized love. He figured she would hunt around, explore, look about and see what his in this swamp land... Suddenly Groom relaxed and gave a Mythos a signal that there was no hostility in the area.
Nodding Groom and Kida walked together, as always, Mythos loved how they both made a pair. He could trust Groom to Protect her. He was a Tuk'ata after all and Tuk'atas are hard as hell to kill... Mythos knows... he killed Groom's mother and Father.

SUddenly a dropship came packed with so much heat and cannons Mythos almost laughed out loud. Oh yes, this compound was more than Glorious. The Ship had no place to land. However Some workers had begun slashing trees in order to make room, slaying 2 Swamp Wampas through blaster fire but not without one of the troopers getting wounded. "Trooper Eddie!" Mythos called, he knew them all by name.
The men brought the trooper to him while removing the back Armor which the Wampa had destroyed. His back was suffering from inch deep lacerations and one particularly deep one.

"It's just a scratch sir, i can still fight" Trooper eddie said to Mythos, the Knight just shook his head blinked and Smiled "Your Spirit is Akin to mine Trooper Eddie." He gestured the troopers Exar and Koron to put him in the Bacta Medical units to the east side of the Perimeter. Before he left he said "Get yourself healed, patched up and ready to go and join us.... No shame in recovering Eddie, you're no use to us dead." Animus said while walking along side the wounded troopers stretcher in an effort to give him some comfort. Eddie managed to fly back a Thumbs up and Mythos turned Heel and walked back.
"Big Bird, Thanks for the Cover, This is Darth Mythos. Who commands that ship?"
Mythos had a vauge clue over who's ship that was... there was a familiar presence, but he had no clue it was T'zanith yet.


The Swamps Acidic surface was the wall of defense for this place, it was better that Duracrete because no living organic or droid being could pass through that Acid with no help. The inner core was already constructed, the only way inside the Facility, was through a turbo lift elevator hidden inside a massive tree who would not show it's secret until Verbally invited to by a password.

They were not even Close...​

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective 1: Swiggity swooty, comin' fo' dat booty
Location: Landing in the swamp near a transport shuttle
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | One Sith
Enemies: Jin'ha | Swamp Predators
2/20

Mullarus gave a polite bow as the Sith Lord and his acolytes exited the shuttle, "Greetings, Lord Bane. Ladies.". The young man was a little bit taken aback with surprise when the Lord knew his name and his occupation off the top of his head. Perhaps he was doing something right after all.

"Oh? A siege? Sounds like something right up my alley. If anybody wishes to accompany me, I shall be hiking there soon." Deep down, Mullarus was a little bit excited. He had never taken part in a battle of such scale.

Today is a great day to either die, or battle alongside the Sith for glory and honor. Haha! This is going to be a good day! Mullarus' grin was hidden beneath the dirty scarf over his face.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=1/20]​

Location: In space
Objective: Testing her Padawan
Allies: Her Padawan most probably
Enemies: A test on her patience...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJd00GGHqrY

Melori had been a Jedi. Well a Youngling at least. And did not approve of their way of teaching. Hand-holding the young and spoon-feeding them. Nor did she necessarily subscribe to the notion of trying to kill your Acolytes to demonstrate their worth.

But she certainly believed in testing them. And the concept of a challenge was often linked to Dominions. So she sat in orbit and waited for [member="Zaria"] to let her know she'd landed, what she was doing and then Melori would join her.

She'd been impressed with her general training but the Sith Lord wanted to see her in action in a more proactive approach. And the clock was running.

 

[Vrag]

[1/20]
Objective: Teach a Togruta a lesson
Location: Swamps!
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKiGCWEnCPc​

The beast always wanted more. More, more.

Its greed was insatiable, its flaming pits all-consuming. There was no stopping, not when the taste of victory permeated the very air around them. The Republic was weak, faltering and uncertain after seven years of constant war. One defeat after another, their resolve and defenses crumbled further while the beast gorged itself on their blood and land, clawing at the red-stained soil with a rapacious avarice.

It sent a thrill of liquid lust down her spine, the thought of crushing them beneath her boot. Not for the cries of agony that would rise to the skies, but for that final act of utter domination.

She swallowed and cleared her mind with a shake of her head, stalking away from the bridge of the Imperious as they dropped from hyperspace in front of the mottled green orb that would soon belong to the Dark Lord; one way or another.

Still, today the Hand was not here to spearhead the conquest, nor was she here to strongarm negotiations with the argument of her intimidating presence; no, today, the Hand was here to teach a man how to kneel.

It was an important lesson, she thought, and one that many Sith passed up in their arrogance, or perhaps because of it. The reason why didn't really matter, in the end; once you were staring death in the eye it was too late to learn that death did not care for your pride.

Pride. Conceit. Vainglory. The subtlest, and yet the greatest sin of man.

It was incredibly easy to fall prey to the vicious spiral of self-importance and follow it down into the darkness until there was naught but the inky void of nothing surrounding you. And it got awfully lonely, out there in the nothing. Minds cracked, broke; good men and women lost themselves to the illusion of infinite power, gone mad in their impossible quest to sustain the story they'd created of themselves.

And Tanek? Tanek was a good man, and so Vrag would teach him how to kneel.

What better place to do it than in a wet, fetid quagmire?

 

[Corey's OOC]

Post: Two.
Enemies: Everyone.


One of the best tools? Hate.

Hate was what made the Sith the Sith. It was what kept the order in the galaxy. Sure. The galaxy didn’t need to be run by the Sith, but if it should be? It shouldn’t be run by Sith who were wasteful and ignoring their greatest gift. Hate made one do what was necessary, not easy or simple. It made the Sith the dominant power in this galaxy. But this, this sharing your gifts with others? This sharing your resources.

It was sullying the name of the Sith.

You kept the power for yourself, you were the ultimate victor. You trained your successor because even the Sith haven’t unlocked the gift of eternal life. But you sure as feth worked as hard as you could to guarantee that. Then one day, a Sith shall rise from the ranks, uniting the galaxy under their rule, their uncontested rule.

All these others? They were contesting that which was pure.

It was an atrocity.

Lucas was on the ground, he was making his way to the mines. What was his was his, what was theirs? That was his too. And he would take it.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: 1
3/20
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Nox"] [member="Belgerath"]
Enemies: Anyone that trys to stop him from claiming this mine [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Durza the Zealous"]
Location: Just entering the mine

Blood dripped down his claws as he unsheathed his Dauntless blade, It glowed a dark reddish color with some reddish flames flowed from it. It was a few simple features but he found it amusing so he had it added to the blade, Two more natives charged in and naga leaped over and and grabbed one of them and used him as a human shield to block the spear of the second one before slicing the second ones right hand off. He dropped his dieing shield, as the other native screamed in pain at his missing hand Naga walked over to him with a grin his eyes not seen under the hood as he was enjoying the blood that was being spilled here before decapitating that native and leaving the other one to bleed out before he continued deeper into the mine. Such primitive creatures.... thinking they can fight us with sticks and stones. Commendable where there efforts in keeping the cortosis away from us ...foolish but commendable. these thoughts flowed through his mind like a river. He was here on a mission and he had no intent of letting anyone or anything stop him he was going to get his cortosis if it meant tearing every last native into pieces to do it.