Swamp Things (OS Dominion of Obredaan)

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Deep Within Cortosis Mine, Control Center
Allies: None
Enemies Engaged: [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Vizios"]
Objective 1: Mine

" Help us!!" The cries got louder and soon blended in with blaster fire as they began to pull the trigger of their blaster pistols and mining laser equipment hoping to dispatch the Stih with haste. From the shadows the afflicted jin'ha came, revealing their odd forms and cybernetic additions to their body. Nothing was normal on them. The Caves were unstable and continued to shake as the drilling continued deep within the mine.

Durza's attention was not on the Infidels but on the drills management, He was working it personally. Droids also assisted the Cyborg as directed the small exavation of crotosis, Each Load lifer droid was reprogrammed to dump crotosis in a hover crate that the Cyborg would later take but for now he needed more if he was to be successful with his mission. One eye glancing at the control panels Durza took note of the poisionious fumes in the Mines. His Verpine Energy shield protected him from much and so far did not fail him yet.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 1
Location: Mining Complex
Allies: One Sith.
Enemies: Jin'ha security forces.
1/20

Like vultures to a corpse, the Sith swarmed the planet of Obreedan. Their mighty warships blockaded the planet, and transports full of soldiers descended down to the swampy surface. Their primary objective was the capture of the planet’s Cortosis mines. Such a powerful material would prove immensely useful to the One Sith war efforts.

The first wave, led by numerous Sith Lords and Knights, had already hit ground and started their assault. Isamu was not with that wave. He, along with the rest of his troops, were half way across the planet, attacking another large mining operation.

The Sith KI-MKI Falcon transports broke atmosphere, and roared towards the mining installation. Nestled inside the belly of the transports, Isamu and his men prepared for the upcoming battle. Isamu saw the faces of his soldiers, they were determined. Ready to strike out at the Sith’s foes.

Isamu raised his hand to the transmitter on his armor, and activated it. The signal was sent to each shuttle, and Isamu addressed all of his soldiers. “Be prepared. We are about to land. Do not underestimate the Jin’ha. I don’t want any of you coming home in a body bag!”

The mining complex appeared over the horizon. Red lights began flashing inside the transports, and the troops readied for the battle. The transports broke through the proximity of the complex. Their guns unloaded on the security forces, creating a safe landing zone. The shuttles descended, still firing their weapons, as the doors flung open and the Sith soldiers poured out.[/SIZE]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective 1: Swiggity swooty, comin' fo' dat booty
Location: Heading west to the siege
Allies: Sage Banehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6835-sage-bane/http://starwarsrp.net/user/6835-sage-bane/ | Kinsey Starchaser | One Sith
Enemies: Jin'ha | Swamp Predators | Jin'ha sympathizers
5/20

Darth Pypy? Is this girl eight?

"Er...yes, Darth Pyrrhus. That's his name..."

After a few minutes, most likely of Kinsey asking silly questions and wondering how old Lord Bane's apprentice really was, of hiking to the west, Mullarus' indigo eyes stumbled upon the mine, where the siege was to go down he presumed. "Excellent. Stay close to me in case we find any trouble. I'm not taking you back to your master in more than one piece today."

Not to mention what Bane would do, what Pyrrhus would do as well...

Mullarus unsheathed his vibrosword from his back and began advancing on the mine shaft, taking his time so Kinsey could keep up.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1, 4,2
Galactic grid: K-6
Location: Planetside
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"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
3/20

He had stayed only a few moments at the construction site when he got a dispatch from the troops he had left on at the mine's entrance. "Sir we are under attack, What the hell are those things?!" The message said and he saw the hologram of the trooper suddenly jumped by something. Whatever it was it sent a chill down T'zaniths spine and he said his goodbyes to his friend and took the drop ship up into the heavy cruiser hovering above the construction site.
He left the cruiser with another three dropships, this time two were filled with troopers to reinforce those he had left behind and the last one had miners to get the cortosis he needed. As he arrived he could see that the attackers had been pushed back but it had cost them at least a full dropship and a platoon. His feet landed on the harder ground and his head turned towards the burning wreckage of the drop ship on the outer perimeter. "Captain! Report." He commanded to the the superior officer in charge.
The man was of a stocky build and he moved to salute T'zanith before he moved to stand with his legs apart and his hands behind his back, his body stiff. "My lord we sent the scouts inside and they found a suitable vein for your purposes but the "locals" have been altered somehow and attack us on sight. The mines are also filled with deadly poisonous fumes." He reported as he then gestured to the other troopers who were outfitting their helmets with respirator equipment for the journey inside the mine.
T'zanith moved into one of the drop ships and changed into the armor of the infantry men, except he placed his robes over the armor. Clicking the respirator into place he checked if it was working properly and then moved his hand up into the air and turned it around in a circle, a command for the troopers to form up behind him. The miners would take a bit longer to come after them but they had two drop ships worth of troopers that would guard them.
As soon as T'zanith had stepped inside the Mine he could feel it, this place had seen enough suffering to nearly become a darkside nexus but it was still a way off. Turning his lightsaber on he began to advance into the mine, prepared for anything that might come his way, the troopers behind him, unsteady and frightful but still with the sith with them they felt confident about their chances.

 

[Lief]

The child bounded toward her protector, but rather than leaping upon him as she usually would the child instead pounced at Groom and the duo scrapped in the dirt for a moment, it was an entirely innocent and painless endeavor, like pup's would do to lose some energy. When she was finished she nuzzled against the hound before rushing off with him at her heels; Groom had become her best friend, he didn't enjoy the metal beasts anymore than she did!

But when a lake came into view the pup did not seem to halt, unlike the child. She was far more wary and as she neared it and sniffed her nose wrinkled in disdain. When Groom leaped into it the splash of the acidic water struck the little girl who yelped and backed up, some of the skin on her forehead becoming singed as well as her clothes. Whimpering she watched as Groom continued to swim around, and without warning the small child turned on her heels and fled back toward [member="Darth Mythos"] for safety.

It did not take the pup long to realise that Kida had been hurt, and soon he was out of the water and shaking off his fur. Bounding over to her protector on all fours Kida was about to pounce him for attention, the acidic burns having most likely scarred her a little, when suddenly a towering monster began to loom in from the shadows around them. With a growl Kida lowered her head, and noted that Mythos' back was to it. What if he was hurt? No, Kida could not allow that!

Doing the only thing she knew how, something she hadn't done since Mythos had found her, Kida leapt through the air and her childish growl turned into a full blown snarl. Her clothes ripped as her body grew and fur replaced the cloth. When she landed upon what could only have been a swamp wampa she was no more a little girl, instead a significantly larger beast. About the size of a large dog, yet feline in appearance, the little girl was a sight to behold; her eyes remained the same eerie emerald, and once the wampa was flat on its back with the girl snarling at it she briefly turned her head to acknowledge Mythos.

Even now she had a sense of consciousness for her true self, for truly both of her forms had become one and the same within the girl's mind. Groom was close to hand at this point, looking about ready to snap at the neck of the wampa. He didn't even seem at all phased by Kida's sudden change, sensing it was the same individual as had been tussling in the dirt with him earlier. Turning her head back to the wampa Kida's maw opened and she took a bite at its neck, her jaws far more powerful than should be expected from a child. Of course right now she was no such thing. She was a beast in her own right.

[2/20]

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: 1 (Defend Jin'ha Mines)
Location: Obredaan, Mining Tunnels
Allies: Jin'ha
Enemies: Sith, [member="Durza the Zealous"]
Post Count: 4/20

The beeping of the life form sensor grew steadily more insistent as Vynn crept through the tunnels.

Obredaan was a world of terrible predators, but as far as Vynn knew they were largely restricted to the thick swamps above. If there were beasts lurking in the caves, he had no idea what shape they might take. What he did know was that he was trapped with a limited air supply in a poisonous mine with a large number of extremely deadly Sith who were unlikely to be killed by said poison. Oh, and no known way out. Taking a deep breath of semi-stale air through his mask, Vynn steadied himself. He'd been in bad situations before, maybe even this bad. He would figure something out. That's what he kept telling himself, anyway.

Without a map for the tunnels, Vynn couldn't be sure which way would lead to a potential exit. He would pick a shaft that seemed to be leading up, only to have it dip inexplicably down or off to the side after following it for a few meters. Fortunately the automapper in his datapad kept him from going in circles, storing positioning data so that he would only try tunnels he hadn't already been down; without it, he could easily have been lost forever. Still, it was slow going, and the smuggler could hear the upper levels of the mine still rumbling; whatever was shaking the supports, it was doing a thorough job of bringing the place down on all their heads.

Eventually, however, Vynn began to hear another sound: a steady whirring, like the operation of a drill. The smuggler found it unlikely that a Jin'ha mining team would still be operating, even on the lowest levels; it was pretty clear that the mine was under attack. It could be an advance party of Sith, already trying to strip the mine bare, in which case Vynn didn't want to tangle with them. But it was one of the few tunnels he hadn't already tried, and the first he'd encountered that had any sign that sentients had passed that way recently. In short, it was his best bet for escape. He would just have to tread carefully.

Stepping around the corner, Vynn saw that the tunnel opened into a broad cavern, the walls lined with mining equipment. He spotted several binary loadlifters dumping cortosis ore into a waiting hovercrate. Beyond them, at a large instrument panel that must be the control center for this level of the mines, stood a tall figure in a dark cloak built of scrap metal. A Sith? Vynn couldn't be sure. But that panel was probably the key to finding a workable way out, so he'd take the chance. "Step away from the controls," he called, his formidable Peacebreaker heavy blaster pointed squarely at the mysterious figure's back. "You have three seconds."

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=2/20]​

Objective 1: Avoid boredom
Objective 2: Contribute
Objective 3: Do something useful

As she waited for her Acolyte, Melori exercised her patience. She was action-oriented but had learned some years ago that she could exercise constraint when needed. And this was one of those times.

So she meditated and pondered - in equal measures. Of late she'd been conflicted and that was most unlike her. She was a simple person and liked straightforward things.

For example, she was a Sith. She followed the Dark Lord and did anything and everything the One Sith requested. And then she did more. She always did more. Did she expect a reward? Of course not, that was not why she did it. But of late her loyalty seemed to be in doubt and she could not fathom that approach.

But as she reflected and took the time to think it through, it made some sense. Not total sense, but she could see others point of view. She was a Sister. Perhaps that was it? Yet others were Sisters and One Sith and that did not seem to be an issue? She wasn't even a high ranking Sister. But her Master was - and despite the title of Sith Lord, that's still how she thought of Venefica. She was and always will be her Master. Perhaps that was the issue? But she still had so much to learn, why cut the ties? That made no sense.

So in one way, Melori was closer to an understanding. But like some waking dream, the closer she got, the further away it moved. But here and now, she had all the time in the world to go and find it.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: 1
Location: just entered the Mines
Allies: Darth Azureahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/ NoxBelgerathVengeance@Lord Ajihad Darth Vizios
Enemies: Lucas Gravoishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9131-lucas-gravois/http://starwarsrp.net/user/9131-lucas-gravois/ Durza the Zealous
6/20
Naga quickly used his lightsabers to deflect the blasts and sent a few bolts of lightning at them,In the hopes that there new mechanical parts cannot handle the lightning surging through them. He didn't know how they became or how, Nor did he care they where the enemy and they must die and be treated as such they would show no such kindness to him there for why should he show such kindness to them... In a twisted sense he was helping them.... By sending them on there way to the afterlife in pieces they'll no longer feel the pain of what they become... tis a twisted irony but is something he found rather amusing.

 

[Mythos]

Location: The Acid Lake
Objective: Finish the construction
Allies: OS @Darh Venefica
Enemies: Anyone who interrupts my beautiful Temple
5/20
Animus was facing the Lake when he heard a rustle of beasts behind him. When he turned he saw Groom on the Leg of a Wampa and... [member="Kida Ravos"] turn into a massive Cat with Claws and fangs!? The Wampa's neck was Snapped by the Cat's mighty jaws yet Darth Mythos was so shocked he did not move. He stepped back, not sure if this transformation would make her Hostile to him, she was a beast after all. A string of fear shot up Mytho's spine but he threw it away when he realized... This was his little girl. This was his Kida not a Monster so he approached her and held out his hand to the WIldcat. Passing it through it's fut petting her and Groom who now seemed to be quite a team. The Wampa never stood a chance, the duo of Feral Might and Vicious Darkside embodiment that was Groom proved to be way too much for the Swamp creature to handle.

He breathed deeply and smiled looking at the Eyes of Feral Ferocity of the Cat. "I knew there was something special about you" He said as he kissed the Massive Feline's head and spun on his heel to the construction site with renewed Vigor and power. "Alright maggots let's double up the speed so we can get back home this month shall we!? " The crew he was working with was not only a hard crew of Workers and soldiers, they were veterans of many battles and Other Sith Construction. Some of the Men who built Glee Anselm were here, that was encouraging.

Suddenly Durasteel Pipelines broke out of their containment barge and Mythos was now forced to use every ounce of power he had to stop them from getting to the Lake and disintegrating because they still did not have the Synthmesh wrapping that made them anti corrosive.
The Durasteel beams protested against the force of Telekinesis but they did not stop rolling.
Darth Mythos Backed away slowly and Dug in his boots on the Muck pushing back with all his Hatred and Ferocity. "I could use a little Help here!" His telekinesis was Amazing.... But not all powerful. Massive 4 ton Steel beams could be slowed but not halted much less put back in their place. He was able to slow their roll to the lake with much effort and unshaken concentration. Had a fly swatted his eye, the Beams would have rolled him like pancakes.

OOC: (great now i'm hungry... )

The Men rushed in to hold the beams with big machinery and pull them back one by one until they were all set back into their support holders and strapped in with Durasteel chains. Letting go of the Telekinetic hold Animus slumped to the floor taxed heavily by the Massive use of the Force to hold such Colossal pieces of the Construction. Once that was done he just slumped in the mud knee deep and caught his bearing again, men around him as he waved them off. His head beat like a drum of a giant headache caused by the forced usage of so much power. Luckily. The Colosseum was about to be built. The Main Skeleton of the Temple was completed but now came the intricate details and insides of the place. He was going to make this Temple Unique and one of a King in all the One Sith Empire. A Colloseum, A Temple, A Library, A Garden under death itself... it would be a sight to behold for Eons to come. Best of all... Who built it? Darth Mythos. That is all the Glory he needed.

His Meditation would go on for Hours, The Force had taxed him heavily.​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

1/20
Objective: 4. Assassinate the Jin’ha Mining Commissioner.
Location: In a house.
Enemies: Waiting
Allies: Bait.

Swamps, Darth Ophidia had come to hate them with a palpable passion. Therefore, she had decided to assassinate the Jin’ha Mining Commissioner in his home, so that she would not have to sacrifice another pair of boots to the swamp. Especially now that they had just been worn-in to perfection. Some mornings, she still expected her old boots to be there. They were not. It was bugging the Pale Assassin more than she thought it would.

She lay in darkness. Her Lightsabre clutched in her hands, pointed at the surface above her. Ophidia could hear the creaking of expensive hardwood floors all around her. On a planet such as this, it was probably more of a norm than she knew. In most houses buildings she had visited they had utilized metal, stone, plastics, packed dirt even. Wood seemed like a pricy, exclusive option. Rather comfortable to lay on, she had to admit. For now, she waited. The surface above her creaked as something moved. It was her bait, stirring in her spice-induced sleep. Like a fisher, she waited with her hook and line. She waited for the right fish to enter. Meanwhile, she enjoyed the smooth, forgiving surface of wood.

 

[Vrag]

[2/20]
Round 1: FIGHT​

And so he arrived, clad in the reeling monstrosities born of the swamp, perhaps even the same one whence the Yigdris came from, and his form was encased in darkness and grand intent. He was positively radiating determination, and though his gaze was obscured, Vrag knew for certain what it was that shone in those deep violet orbs of his.

It was a sentiment she had embodied, once, and since then learned to control through great effort and discipline, reining it in whenever it threatened to tear off its leash and run rampant. That point, small as it may seem to an outside observer, is where Vrag's philosophy — such as it was — veered off completely from the well-trodden path that most who called themselves Sith walked. The Hand wore the title out of convenience more than anything else, for she was a blasphemer at heart, unwilling and incapable of placing belief into anything that transcended the boundaries of her self. You see, the common Sith — the traditional Sith in the truest sense of the word — would never eschew passion and affect as a means to further themselves in life, and moreso in battle. It was a revered practice, one that the firrerreo strongly suspected had been born out of the childish need to rebel against everything the Jedi represented, all those millennia ago, and it therefore served no purpose in the eyes of the horned Lord.

"Certainly."

And [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]? He was brimming with it, for the cup of his soul had been filled by thoughts not his own, by ideas and wants that he had adopted under the illusion of belief that he had actually conceived them. It was toxic, and bound to end rather ignominiously in some ditch reeking of putrefied flesh and packed full of long-forgotten cadavers of some abandoned battlefield. It would truly be a shame if such a promising individual on his way up were to wind up so low, and so fast.

Really, she was doing the man a favor.

And so she moved forward, a light an agile crossing-step to bring her closer to her chosen opponent, lightsaber in hand. The blade was not yet bared, but with a simple press of her thumb, the red beam would hiss to life in an instant, impaling anyone impudent enough to close in too quickly or recklessly.

She would appraise him first, cold blue gaze monitoring the minute movements of his body — for she could not see his eyes — subtly circling ever closer as she moved through the environment she had already mapped by the time the togruta had arrived. She'd made note of stones, roots, and banks that might cause her to trip up, and of deeper pools where a boot might get stuck just a moment too long, and of low-hanging branches that could disrupt the tempo of combat; it was all neatly arranged in her mind's eye, just waiting to be exploited.

Her first attack, merely a test, did not even require her to activate her blade. The woman merely snapped forward into a faux lunge, body preceding the feet — as was only proper — in order to trick the other Sith into backstepping as a reaction. She would still keep outside of his reach, or at least at the very brink of it, and the man, if the fake assault proved successful, would find himself trudging directly into that puddle of thick, hungry mud.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: 1
Location: Entrance to the Mines
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Nox"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Trin Gravois"]
3/20

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you are not her master. Leave her free will intact, besides, didn't I tell you to scout ahead and find out what that noise is and another exit location?"

Just because Xander was in pain, did not mean his tongue was any less sharp, or quick. In fact, his tongue was likely sharper and faster than normal. Perhaps Ajihad found Setzi's act of compassion to be a display of weakness, but it was a incredible strategic move. Xander was still useful with the force, and keeping him from shock was something which would only help stave off the attack which was to come. Blue eyes looked to the brunette, slightly flattered she would care. Vizios was more than the hard calloused man he presented to others. Were she not belonging to another, Xander actually let himself dwell on the scene. While Xander did not usually care about fidelity, he was not about to step where he knew he was not wanted.

"Your actions are appreciated, however, your leadership here is needed. I can help from here, but I cannot lead from here. I am certain those moans are not the noise of cave rumblings. There is an unnatural movement in these mines, and I know you can feel it. The darkness is palatable. Form a perimeter in front of me. The line must hold if am to be of any use. Buy me the time, and I promise not to hit your shoulder."

It was a reference only Azurea would understand. Xander smiled knowing she would understand what he was asking her to do. Xander had all the time in the world to get the incantations correct if the line held."

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1, 4
Galactic grid: K-6
Location: Planetside
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"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
4/20

It was quiet as they went through the mines. It was curious to T'zanith as he walked over a miner's corpse that was laying on the ground of the mine shaft. He didn't like it, not one bit. The very air was nearly force empty, which caused him to have to use force echoes in periodic intervals to be able to see even his own enviroment. The troopers moved up in front of him as he began to stumble a little over the small rocks that littered the shaft.
"Sir is it true he's blind?" One trooper asked his superior as they moved up ahead of T'zanith. "Not really he sees with the force or whatever." Another replied as he moved up on the other their sergeant at the front. "I thought that, that wasn't possible unless your born with it?" The first trooper asked the second. "I may be physically blind but that by no means, means I'm deaf." T'zanith then interjected and the troopers stiffened up as T'zanith moved to be between them. "If you survive this mission look up a race called the Miraluka." He then said with a slight smile.
"Sir we have arrived at the vein, we can begin mining it shortly." The miner foreman said as he moved through the throng of troopers and up to T'zanith to report to him. "Excellent go and prepare for mining while the troopers set up a a defensive perimeter around you and your work crews." He then said as he moved with the foreman to the vein they had found and did they ever it was a large vein easily T'zanith's size in simply what was exposed on the wall of the mine shaft. A wide smile creeped up in T'zanith's lips. "Foreman start mining as soon as the perimeter is up I want us in and out of here as fast as possible." He ordered and went to get the Troopers into position.
No sooner had he gotten all the troopers into position when all the miners around them that had just seconds earlier been motionless and lifeless, seemed to wake up and began attacking. Chaos ensued among the troopers.

 

[Disciple]

[1/20]

Astaire was concerned with neither temple nor cortosis, at least for the time being. As a wandering Force User with a bent towards the Dark Side, he went where the spirits called for him to go, whispering into his ear like a half-heard voice upon the wind. So it was he rambled along through the mire, going where the voices said to go, treading where they had likely once tread.

If they had tread.

Bright red eyes blinked from beneath greasy bangs of black as he stepped over a gnarled root, blue palm pressing to the side of the trunk to provide stability as he stepped over the tangled mess. Ahead, the sounds of a scuffle reached his ears, which perked along with his brows as his attention was arrested by both [member="Vrag"] and [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], though he knew of neither of these individuals.

Mindful not to stray too close, especially once the pair were in view, he simply watched from afar, content that he wasn't going to die standing well outside their range.

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: 1, Survive
Location: Cortosis Mines
Allies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Enemies: Maybe [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
4/20

To say that Lucas was mad at the world was an understatement. What was even more maddening, was that Trin was lumped in with those that induced his ire. She wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was shame at who he was. At who she was. Perhaps it was simply the way he was made. Trin liked to think that she was the specimen that had been born out of the mistakes made on him. She was Lucas 2.0. But of course, this was all conjecture. Her memory of her origin had been wiped. The Anzat hybrid vowed that she would get those memories back someday, but first things first: find her brother, then find her past.

Trin couldn't have one without the other. She had tried that for a while, and it just didn't work. Perhaps it was the curse of her lonely species. Why make friends, when your friends would only fear you? Why put up with the messiness of relationships when it was so much more satisfying to simply eat the people who pissed you off?

Another rumble echoed through the mines. Lucas needed to be stopped. Now. Where most of the Sith soldiers were running away from the blasts, Trin ran towards them. The din was getting louder. Lucas was almost in range; she could feel the waves of anger emanating off him. It was a weird feeling to draw your blaster against your very own brother, but Trin didn't fancy dying today. Her cries were muffled through her rebreather.

"Lucas, stop! It's Trin!"

She doubted very much that he would heed her.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Objective: My own
Location: Setting down in the PF01F (palustrine forested wetland)
Allies: Buoyancy
Enemies: Gravity
Post: 2/20

Where was the sky, that it so avidly hid from view? With each step or push off from floating debris, the tannin water responded with a resurgence of it's own. Wake met with wake. A slip in the water, a misstep, had led to the Vong nearly drowning in the mysterious waters. As if grown for his exacting need for survival, a root had lunged out to help pull him in. Or perhaps it had always been there. Crawling across the outstretched and woody rhizomes, Maalik found nearly solid ground as he spit up half the swamp and rolled over.

Breath came easy, sight wouldn't follow. Was it day, was it night, it didn't matter. Were those stars in the sky or resin dots under leaves? Were those clouds or were they the withering dead foliage, sacrificed for the new growth. He turned over and clawed his away across the mud flat, seemingly narrow and linear inner coast of the forested wetland. It was then that he didn't see it but instead, heard it. And the amphistaff did as well.

All nostrils, the snapping of twigs and branches, and he was on his feet and hugging a butressed trunk. Gripping the flutted bark, he pulled himself just to the side as he spotted the beast. The swamp wampa, making a ruckus as it moved throughout the sparse understory. Pulling the amphistaff from his shoulder, he whipped it outwards as a Jedi or Sith would in the act of ignition. Just then, some more swamp came up, as he coughed and vomited out what remained. Collecting himself, he looked up and where the Swamp Wampa once stood, now the distance was in reach. So close, so big, Maalik merely looked up to see the character of this beast in that calm that preceded the storm.

And it was all nostrils.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: All the bling bling
Location: Mines
Allies: [member="Mullarus"]
Enemies/Frienemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Trin Gravois"]

Wait. What? Stay close that she didn't....

Pffft. Pffft!!!!! "Hey," she sputtered, easily keeping step with him. It was clear that she was offended. She popped the re-breather out of her mouth, temporarily so she could tell this guy off. Even if he was tall, handsome, and mysterious. BUT TOTALLY RUDE AND ASSUMING.

"I'm a Starchaser. First off, I can handle myself," harsh-whisper rose and seemed to echo into the oddly quiet shaft. Headlight switched on, casting a pale glow in front of them. "Maybe you should stay close to me if things get dicey." Pools of blue flashed like a storm as she gave Mullarus a glare so powerful, it was known to have stunned mynnocks.

Fingers dug into the cool-metal of Sage's hilt. Re-breather popped out of her mouth once again. "ALSO, you never answered my question. What does Darth PyP-I mean [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] teach you - anything cool?"

Re-breather went back in.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Deep within the Mines, Control Panels.
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Vynn Tranikor"]
Objective 1: Mine
4/20

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

As the sounds of blaster fire ensued and sounded off in the caves as echos, Durza grinned but was unaware that his ascended Jin'ha allies were taken being slowly taken out by [member="Naga Itesak"]'s force lightning, One by one they would short circuit as if the Jin'ha were droids...and they were. Buying time was his play and it was working but one single being had somehow slipped through his over watch of the mine. Blinking briefly the Necropsi twitched as he heard a voice.

"Step away from the controls, You have three seconds."

Hearing this threat and feeling a weapon on his back made the Cyborg chuckle some. His own cybernetics slowly detached from the console and slowly the 7'2ft Cyborg backed away slowly. If the Organic by him was observant enough ([member="Vynn Tranikor"]) He would notice his Blaster pistol barrel interfering with a energy shield of sorts coating Durza all over his person. Finally revealing his face Durza began to speak. " Rudimentary creatures of flesh, You touch my mind fumbling in ignorance. In capable of understanding and evolving." Durza's deep cybernetic voice echoed through the comm system in mines. Behind the scenes the gases in the mines began to increase, the fumes would soon be dangerous for those who weren't enhanced would be in danger. In fact Durza himself would eventually be in danger if he kept this game of buying time up.

Couple of meters away from the Control Panel the Corpses of the Jin'ah could be seen lying down on the metal floors, Their bodies slightly enhanced with some salvaged mining droid parts and their bodies jerking slightly like twitching motions. Their eyes, mouth, nose and ears leaking out a black liquid of strange origin. Moans and murmurs sounds softly as if the Miners were still alive, but they were in fact not.

Turning one eye to the bodies and the other to the man by him, Durza smiled.
" What do you want?" his voice was normal as he asked rudely as if his time was being wasted, his white and orange eyes glew in the dark.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Post: Lost count.
Enemies: The fabric of existence.

To say Lucas was angry at the world was something entirely different than what was going on. This man had it bad for the fabric of existence. He knew what he was after and they weren’t here. What was here was the need to prove himself, to earn his power, and defeat those that are going to be foolish enough to teach him. Sith that fell in love with their students? That was disgusting. It was offensive. The Sith lived on emotions, yes, but they were fighters, they were supposed to be throwing the galaxy for a loop, controlling it. Not allowing some false governments like the Republic, or the Sanctum, or Primeval to exist.

Wiping them out, then the Sith “Lords” could argue and start to fight, become who they were destined to be. If they weren’t going to use their temporary unity to fix the status quo of the galaxy? He was going to use what he had learned in the past few weeks to end as many as he could. To bring about the true Sith into the galaxy.

To end the other nations, to subjugate the people, and to learn how to become immortal.

There was a world, not here, not during this time, that had defeated the conditions of aging, they even defeated the Force, word was. They defeated the Force and replaced it with machines. Great machines that represented aspects of their defunct Force. And someone was out there, destroying the machines to end existence, end creation.

To what end?

Peace.

This was the plane of existence that Lucas wanted to live in.

Could he hear her? Yes.

Was it doing any good? More harm than actual good. His eyes were dark, his eyes were red. He was using his hate to fuel his motions, and with [member="Trin Gravois"] stepping up? That was just causing more hate, more energy to be fueled into the arm that Lucas was reading out into the mines.

He knew it was her. The thing she didn’t seem to ever understand was that he didn’t care.

 

[Belgerath]

Objective:1
Location: Inside the Mines
Allies:OS, [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Nox"] [member="Naga Itesak"] @Vengance [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemy Engaged: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
4/20

Belgerath watched the shambling... Things getting closer, shouting out a warning as they started to come down the tunnel. "Incoming!" Belgerath cried out, turning on one half of his lightsaber as be backed up against the wall in a recess to take cover from blaster fire, batting a shot away that came close to him as he did. As Naga sent lightning at them, likely drawing their fire, Belgerath started to move forward. There wasn't a lot of room for strategic maneuvering in the cave, and as he was already close to them, so instead of being his usual slow, stealthy self, he went forward. Or at least he was going to. And then he saw them starting to fall by the lightning. Rather anti-climatic but hey. They were dead.

Belgerath looked over to Naga. "How do you like your abominations... Fried, Extra Crispy, or Original Recipe?" He asked Naga with a smirk of amusement, before starting to carefully scan for any more in the area with his 'eyes', or rather lack there of. Force Sight was a handy thing.

"Right... Semi clear it seems for this moment, sorted out back there or?" Belgerath asked, not looking back, still keeping watch, ready to shout if anything came up. If they were ready to move out, he would start moving with them. Something had him on edge. Like this cave was going to get a lot more crowded before it got any more empty. After he heard the monologue from the... Person over the comms, he raised an eyebrow. "Who is that...?"