Tectonic Techtronics | TSE Dominion of Ord Thoden

[Darth Carnifex]

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The lift came to a rumbling stop, the doors parting to reveal the Sith Emperor in all of his nefarious splendor. There was a short hall before the antechamber leading to the High Magnate's office, its walls adorned with priceless art and marble statues depicting womanly figures. Apparently, who ever this High Magnate was he was a purveyor of fine luxuries, of both materialistic nature and of the flesh.

A single secretarial desk sat to the left of the office entry; unoccupied.

The guard posts further off to either side; likewise unoccupied.

Carnifex's eyes narrowed as the forced the doors open with a faint gesture of his right hand, both doors snapping off of their hinges and collapsing down onto the carpeted floor. Beyond was a massive desk arranged in a semicircle with the convex exterior facing towards the entryway. On top of the desk was a great many trinkets and baubles, the typical acutremen you would find on the desk of any high-ranking corporate stooge in the galaxy. What was most surprising was the fresh corpse slung over the center, the man's head slumped back to reveal a still smoldering plasma wound right between his shocked eyes.

In the chair behind the desk sat a woman, one who held the weapon that undoubtedly snuffed out the life of the dead man.

"Emperor Carnifex, I've been expecting you."

Brow knit, the Emperor stalked forward with caution. "You have me at a disadvantage, assassin. How will you spend this brief moment?"

She shook her head, placing the weapon slowly down on the desk and sliding it towards him. "You misunderstand my intentions, Mighty Emperor. I am no assassin, at least not professionally. I once served the man you now see dead upon this desk, the former High Magnate of Ord Thoden. It was he who had misled you, he planned to lure you here and kill you so that he would not have to bend the knee to anyone but himself, a short-sighted man who didn't even comprehend the consequences of what such action would bring."

Now she stood, walking around the outside of the desk to stand five meters from the much-larger Sith Lord. "So I murdered him and alerted security to the presence of armed mercenaries in the compound before you arrived, all so that I could prevent your wrath from destroying this world and all who live upon it." She fell to one knee, head bowed, "Forgive the delusions of a lunatic, merciful Lord, and let Ord Thoden thrive as a member of your glorious Empire."

The Emperor was silent for a moment, an uncomfortably long moment, but the woman dared not budge from her knelt position before him.

Then, in a dark voice, the Emperor spoke.

"Arise and follow me, and take his body with you."

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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Aside from Vaulkhar, Trayze was the only one not to have been terribly buffeted. When the addition of more reinforcements and Jedi, the Kiffar did something unusual. He did not add loud splays of limbs or add further into the din of the battle. When Kalt had brought up his illusion, Trayze closed his eyes, steadied his breathing, and brought out both of his slugthrower pistols. The battle faded in his mind, and there was only the Force, and his instinct.

Each pulse of the rebel gunmen would rise as they fired blindly in, and be answered with lead lodged in somewhere painful. The Acolyte moved within a storm of men and slugfire.

"Jedi" the Kiffar would call between the crack of pistol fire, a few rounds veering just away from the limbs. "Do you not keep the peace? Lay down your weapon, and we will negotiate." when one grappled with the Devanorian, he slunk to the side of the clashing duelists and fanned the hammer. By no means enough to kill the Jedi, as the green bladed individual leapt away with grace, it was enough to buy the Illusionist some time. With pistol in one hand and now red blade in the other, the Kiffar simply stated. "Resistance will bring about death. Your own."

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[BobertEZ]

"Your Eminence-"

"I hear it, Sergeant."

The seven members of the Empire's forces quickened their steps, moving with speed and tense purpose. Raptious was a terrifying sight amongst their soldiers, a purple shaded ghost moving with thunderous slams of their boots. It should have been impossible for the Sith to move as fast as they did, impossible for Raptious to be clearly keeping their speed in check so as to run with their soldiers as opposed to outrun them. But it was real, and the Phoenix ran in time with the Legionnaires, cracking the ground with every step, Stormlight growling with hunger, the Demon slithering and cackling.

Battle was coming.

As they inched closer and closer to sounds, the presence of the Force entered the Sith's mind like a wave upon the ocean and both Light and Dark crashed upon their psyche like a volcanic eruption. A few Jedi and four Sith, three of which had weaker, but potential filled, presences than one. One seemed...strangely powerful for such a location. Stormlight hummed as it too felt the presences, the energy sparking from the filled generators like tentacles of a great sea beast, grasping for the passing ship to suck it into the black depths. The passing ship, in this instance, would be the fools who dared to fire upon Sith.

"Oooohooohooo, a mystery, dear Lorale. Who could they beeeee?"

The Phoenix and their soldiers increased their speed to a matched sprint, moving down the seemingly endless halls and tunnels and dilapidated rooms until, at long last, they saw the light, and Raptious felt the Force, intermingling in lustrous combat. Quickly activating their helmet's thermal vision, Raptious was able to identify nearly two dozen fools in front, on the left, and on the right firing down upon four Sith in the arena who were locked in combat with a Jedi.

"Sergeant, split into two groups. Distract the hostiles on the left and right to allow the Sith time to escape the arena and bypass the electrical fences, I will take care of the ones in front and hopefully figure out what the deal is with these fool Jedi. Understood?"

"Yes, Your Eminence."

"Go."

As the Legionnaires did as they were told, Raptious moved forward towards the light and out into the stands, directly behind four fools armed with baseline blaster rifles. From this height, they had the advantage against the Sith, able to fire without hindrance. Raptious scowled at the cowardly tactic and pointed Stormlight to the fool on the far right and then swung upwards. In an instant, the first generator emptied completely and the motion of the swing resulted in the released energy flying off the blade directly into the back of the fool. Electric currents coursed through his body that shriveled and charred before crumpling onto the floor. The other three turned in shock and aimed up at the Phoenix, but only one managed to fire, two decapitated in a single swing and Force Pushed into oblivion off the stands, their bodies nearly inverting from the power.

The last fool backpedaled from the gory sight and attempted to flee, screaming, cursing, and urinating himself. Raptious quickly gripped him with an outstretched hand and pulled him close, his feet at least three feet above the stands.

The Demon coiled up the fool's body, wrapping itself around their limbs, covering their face, and stared directly into the eyes of Raptious, "Kill him, Lorale. Punish him for his cowardice. Kill. Kill. HURT!"

After a moment of deliberation, Raptious decided that for this one time, the Demon was right. For the first time in decades, Raptious chose to punish. The Phoenix chose to hurt. With a savage grin hidden under their helmet, the Phoenix closed their fist and the fool's body crumpled in on itself in a slow, agonizing fashion until it was nothing but a condensed ball of limbs and bloodied flesh and bone. Finally, with a quick flick of their wrist, the Phoenix flung the flesh-ball towards the fools on the right, laughing as they attempted to dodge the horrific remains whilst also defend against the Legionnaires.

Turning their attention to the Sith below, Raptious called out, "The rest of the fools need to be slain! Perhaps you should be quicker with Jedi, eh?!"

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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The conference rooms seemed nice, "this is an amazing view." Fiolette commented, "and this opens to a larger hall?"

"It does, so you could do more with this space." Troozaie mentioned, crossing the distance between Fio and the partition. "You just push this back and..." She gestured to the other hall. Fiolette turned to head toward the expanded area, "and both areas lead out here."

There was a nod of acknowledgment as Fiolette walked back out toward the main hallway. The tile floor reflected the golden light of the art deco that enveloped the spaced around them both. "So then that was an example of the conference rooms, could you show me some of the underground areas? Would that be possible?"

"It would indeed," the agent gestured for the Lord Admiral to follow.

Ord Thoden would be the ideal site of geologicla and tectonic studies but also for the development of vehicles. Fiolette was hoping to put the Czerka Victorian Headquarters here, or at the very least have the research department housed here. Silence fell between them as they both entered the lift to head to the underground levels. Another message off to her wife, hoping that Taeli was doing alright. Two more messages, both went to @Kurayami Bloodborn asking if he was awake and possibly sober although the latter seemed doubtful knowing the man.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar's personal duel was going as expected. The Jedi initially had him on the back foot due to his surprise attack but overtime the Sith Lord managed to beat his foe back and reverse the flow of battle. Lightsaber clashed against lightsaber in a deadly display as the two masters danced back and forth, each looking to outmaneuver the other. Vaulkhar eventually broke away and deflected a blaster back into the stands before turning back to face the rogue Jedi.

"I don't imagine you came here to arrest us, Jedi?" Vaulkhar gripped his saber tight in one hand while looking over his foe.

"No. This planet was our home. Some may cut their connections to the past but we refuse to abandon the people we once called our own."

An eerie calm descended upon the duo. On arrival Vaulkhar was very much a beacon of the dark side. His eyes burned the color of molten metal while the very space around him darkened in waves of burning negativity. Since, his eyes had returned to their normal blue-gray color as he mirrored the Jedi's calm demeanor. The two inched closer while testing one another's defenses with loose, one-off strikes. Seconds ticked by as no definitive action was taken. Once the dust was kicked up via Kalt's illusion Vaulkhar struck. Like a coiled viper he sprang into action. His lightsaber flashed upwards and caught the Jedi at his forearm, severing his hand as Darth Raptious' words echoed throughout the arena.

The Jedi screamed out in pain in response before the force gripped him and flung him towards the electricity. Screams turned to grunts as Vaulkhar pinned the rogue up against it and quite literally fried the man alive. Once the last bits of life escaped the Jedi, he dropped the charred husk to the floor before turning to the other. He leaped up with the aid of the force and took to the air, clearing the electrical fencing in one bound. His form dropped down before Funami to ensure she had the time necessary to stand.

Kalt's illusion put the female Jedi off for a moment, just enough time for the Devaronian to step back and allow Trayze a clean shot. Her eyes widened and she dashed back and blocked two of the shots. A curse escaped her as the two blasts momentarily knocked her guard back, resulting in the melted metal to basically explode against her neck and cheek. Her flesh sizzled and reddened as pain gripped her, but she clutched the lightsaber tight in both hands. A deep breath steeled her as she looked over the four Sith.

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

The discarded lightsaber meant to signal her surrender remained untouched. Still covering on the broken floor, Funami glanced up to shoot a hateful glare at Kalt. The very idea of deflecting blaster bolts seemed preposterous. Makashi wasn’t meant to deflect blaster bolts! Coupled with the Sithling’s underdeveloped precognition, she was probably the galaxy’s worst at blocking incoming shots. All things considered, the little Sith saw no reason to join the fight and risk her well-being, especially when her fellow Sith performed so well and obviously faced little difficulty. And so the pink-haired acolyte pressed herself against the ground and pretended to be the tiniest and most harmless creature in the universe, definitely not someone worth shooting at.

It was the way of the Sith, after all. Let others do the dirty work without unnecessarily exposing oneself to danger.

Quite aware of what took place all around, her violet eyes intently observed the raging battle, but only until the sudden swirl of dust obscured her vision. Rendered almost blind, unable to peer through the cloud, Funami lost what little remained of her motivation to participate. To her credit, the pink terror did do something while on the ground. That something manifested as a multi-layered deflective barrier around her small body, more than enough to stop any stray shots from grazing her fancy cape and uniform.

“Sorry, Kalt, I can’t see poo! Here's an advice though, avoid dying to stay alive. Good luck!” She called out and stifled a gleeful giggle.

A shadow above ripped through the cloud of dust, landing straight before the small Sithling. Recognizing the shape as her master and knowing she had no excuse to remain on the ground anymore, Funami shot up, dusted off her clothing, and pretended nothing had happened. The abandoned lightsaber snapped into her open palm, only to be clipped onto the belt. Still very far from wielding Makashi with any degree of actual efficiency, the girl saw no point in wielding a shining beacon for every blaster to shoot at.

“Wow, thanks!” She said with a feigned tone of relief to Vaulkhar. “I thought I was done for!”

She still could not see well with the thick wall of dust about.

A gesture with her finger sent a bone-shattering blast of kinetic energy toward the distinctive light of the Jedi’s lightsaber, instantly followed by a pinch of small fingers to constrict the Jedi’s airway and lungs.

[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[Elani Zambrano]

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A group of hooded women where maneuvering through the dimly lit back halls of Club Goldeneye. Each of their faces were covered by black veils, hiding their visages. Elani Zambrano walked at the front, leading her followers to their destination. The group moved passed the staff that worked int he back without a word. The staff said nothing. Only gave glances of nervous curiosity. Whatever was happening, they did not want to interrupt for fear of repercussions.

The group stopped at a red door surrounded by a black wall. Nothing gave any indication as to what was behind the door or where it led. A camera just above the door moved slowly downwards, aiming at Elani's face. Elani looked up at the camera and gave it a nod. After that, the door opened. The group of women walked in then the door closed behind them. The room they entered had others in it. Several men were sitting at a table and another stood beside them, holding a silver plate with a glass bottle of an unknown liquor. Elani removed her hood, then her veil, revealing her face to the group. There was silence. The men gawking at Elani and Elani's followers looking back at them.

Then, Elani broke the silence. "Are we going to have a staring contest or gamble?" she asked. The men cheered and beckoned the girls over.

The man holding the silver plate placed it on the table before pulling out a chair for Elani to sit. "Welcome back, Ms. Zambrano." the man greeted. "Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Can't play without one. Can I?" Elani jested. The man chuckled at her quick jab. He took a glass from a nearby cart and placed it in front of Elani. He then poured a golden liquid into the glass, filling it up halfway. Elani took hold of the glass and took a sip as she looked about the players around the table. Each one was just as sleazy as the other. She had grown used to being around these kinds. They were the only ones she was able to win so easily against. It wasn't fun beating them, but easy money is still money.

"Who are your friends, Ms. Zambrano?" one of the players asked. he was almost salivating as he stared down one of Elani's followers. Elani looked over to the one that caught his gaze and smirked. She snapped her fingers then the girls walked over to the men, each one getting close to one of the men. They removed their hoods and veils, revealing the beautiful young women that were once hidden.

"They shall be the entertainment for the night. Consider them as my buy-in for the game." Elani stated. The men were too distracted by the girls to even respond. "So, let's play."

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[Kalt Bruq]

Trayze seemed to take well to the opportunities that Kalt opened up with his illusions, first in firing upon the attacking rebels, and then inching forward to strike at the Jedi. Blasters were easily deflected, but slug throwers were a bit different and more difficult to deal with. They stung with little fragments of metal when struck with a lightsaber. Unfortunately, Funami didn't seem all too inspired by Kalt's proactive action.

"I'd sooner kill you than die here," He retorted to her 'advice'. He didn't care how powerful she claimed she was, after today she was weak to him.

Trayze's intervention against the Jedi allowed Kalt to concentrate on adding to more this little show they were building. Suddenly from the cloud of dust rose a large bird, nearly 8 meters in wing-span, that flew close over the Arena's stands. It let out a loud screech and with it came a sudden, instinctive feeling of dread and despair within the Arena. Many of the weaker-minded rebels broke down cowered in fear or fled for their lives. Kalt put his lightsaber away for this one. Not only was he maintaining the dust cloud but he needed to make the large predatory bird real and with it add fear to all of the minds that were aligned against him within the Arena. It was greatly helped by the emergence of reinforcements, Legionnaires and a very large and powerful Sith.

Thankfully his Master was able to leap above the barrier, landing just before the little pink-haired girl. She thanked him for his arrival. He wanted to ask his master if he planned on doing something about her cowardice but couldn't draw his concentration away from the illusions enough to do so. Thankfully his presence seemed to have invoked Funami's will to act and she attacked the Jedi with her abilities. Finally.

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member=Vaulkhar] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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The underground levels were sufficient for what was to be done here, "I thank you for your time Miss Troozaie." Fiolette politely thanked the woman and looked over toward the doors. "What was your client's asking price?" The agent paused as she stepped outside the lift and took a look at a tablet she held in her hands. "Well no matter I'll purchase the property, and have my accountant transfer the necessary credits." Miss Troozaie went from looking up a price to pulling up paperwork to finalize the deal. Fiolette quietly stood there in the main hallway and took the stylus as it was offered to her and signed the paperwork that went with purchasing the property.

"Now, Miss Troozaie I ask for your discretion in my next question."

"Of course."

"What exactly is for sale in Domitree when it comes to residental property?"

"Oh, well, several properties come to mind - care to meet me at the office there and we can go over a few on the holo terminal there?"

Fiolette agreed and walked with the agent out of the building, heading back toward her speeder. "I shall, but perhaps after lunch?"

A nod of agreement from Miss Troozaie.

"Good, I need to pick up my wife. I shall see you at your office soon enough," Fiolette got into the driver side of her speeder. "Computer dispatch message to Mrs. Raaf, ask her where in Domitree she'd like to meet for lunch." If not then Fiolette could probably convince [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] to meet her for lunch, but she'd much rather spend the time with her wife.

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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After quite a hassle finding an area to park the rental. Everyone began disembarking and started making their way over to the club. All of the mates were in a similar outfit, clad in a black suit. They were prepared for this occasion. As the bunch of off duty soldiers marched over towards the massive entrance of the club. The Captain leading the group was halted by one of the massive bouncers. Anden looked over at the bouncer and just tilted his head to the side, noticing a massive cybernetic piece on the side of the large bouncer's head that stuck out like a sore thumb. For a human, he was massive. After the bouncer caused the massive group of 12 to halt, he looked down at the Captain who stood at a measly height of six feet and one inch.

"Passes." The bouncer requested, crossing his arms to add into the sort of intimidating demeanor he was assuming over Anden.

Anden let out a soft sigh and reached into his jacket, taking out a bright yellow pass embedded with GoldenEye logos and such. Fancelo turned about and gestured for his friends to follow suit. He held it up to the titan of a human, and the bouncer acknowledged. Granting him entry.

It took a while for everyone to get in, but it was done without problem. Thank the gods. And from there, with a bit more walking they were greeted by the loud and yet trekking set of organized sound that emanated in the massive club. Complimented with various individuals dancing, hanging about, and having a time of their lives. Whether it was at a slim table, the bars, or the very massive dance floor. Which illuminated to the beat and syncopation of the music playing. With the lighting suiting the mood for the night. Good times were to be had here.

The first one to realize it was Kai, who laughed a bit and grabbed some of his team along with him. Speaking out aloud. "Alright boys! Let's get to it!" Haktan and Boon merely just raised their fists up in the air in a cheer. "Yeah!" Marcus Jeno was unfortunately dragged along, a bit nervous but the motivation emitting from the words of his mates somewhat brought a sense of determination.

As for the rest? They went ahead to do their own thing either by themselves or in a small group. Which left three. Vaak, Trip and Anden himself. With a face of joy coming out of the captain, witnessing his troopers go out for quite the ball. It was a good idea, for sure. His thought was then interrupted by Vaak, as always.

With a pat on the back, Vaak broke his silence. "So gentleman? To the bar?" Trip provided a nod in agreement. But Anden motioned over to the pair.

"You guys go on ahead, I'm gonna find a bathroom and wash my face up." He claimed. The two moved off over to one of the bars. And so the Captain was left by himself once more. Choosing to delve further into the club, having to squeeze by some individuals that were just hopping about on the dance floor. Even getting his foot stepped on by some guy. Ouch. After a small trek, he was beside the man tuning the music and lights. With a glance around, he found a convincing door to which he stepped through. The corridor a bit more lit than the club. There was a staff member tending to something, who didn't pay any mind to Anden because the member was so absorbed with the task at hand. Anden merely passed by, in search of a restroom.

But the more he explored, the darker the area got. Until it got dim and to the point that Anden was practically lost. A predicament he realized just after a glance around. He really should've asked someone. With a soft sigh, he glanced about and found a red hued door. Entering with some effort. Once he stepped in, he laid his eyes on the table surrounded by a mix of men and a woman in robes.

Anden merely stood there, with a blank look on his face. And just looking at the individual's whose attention he probably caught. The first word that came out of his mouth in a quiet whisper was. "Skrag."

This club was not a good idea anymore.


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[Taeli Raaf]

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Taeli looked up from the readings she was studying, a small frown forming. She felt a disturbance in the Force... almost as if Fiolette was planning to purchase yet another needless residential property. There was no way, at the rate her wife was purchasing things, that they could possible stay or live at all of them within the span of a galactic year. She might very well have to curtail her wife's spending spree... if she was actually planning to make such a purchase today.

Shaking the feeling off, she went back to the tectonic readings she was looking over. She had come with several of her technicians from Aurora Industries to observe the advanced tectonic activity on Ord Thoden ostensibly to help the people on the planet. Secretly, her engineers were intrigued by the possibility of developing some sort of seismic/sonic weapon that could be used against enemy forces in some way. Whether it be to undermine enemy fortifications and walkers or to shatter armor remained to be seen, but it was certainly an interesting proposal.

"My Lady, we detected a minor groundquake and are moving to investigate," one of the field teams said, checking into the temporary lab she and the Advozse Rollan Sar, her head of research on the rpoject, had established in Domitree.

A message dinged about lunch and Taeli was loathe to actually leave the work... she typed up a quick message for her wife.

In the middle of some research with Rollan, can't leave but I definitely wouldn't say no to you bringing lunch.

[member="Fiolette Raaf"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Fiolette rolled her eyes when she got her answer. "You'd think for a woman who is six months along, she'd want to relax. Computer, send a reply to Mrs. Raaf - I shall meet her at her work with lunch." The speeder moved along the skylane with ease. The bright afternoon sun poured through the speeder, relaxed in the driver seat Fiolette turned down toward the art deco district. Plenty of places to pick up a bite to eat, and knowing Taeli as she did meant something healthy, well healthier these days. It would have been easy to go through a pull-up place, but instead, Fio chose something with a little more class. The Galidraani smirked, she could almost hear her wife's quips.

Back on along the proverbial road, the Lord Admiral was well on her way. Music up, she bobbed to the sounds that crooned out of the radio. She half-sang, half-hummed the melody as it played, the Thoden sunlight cascading along the top of her speeder once more. Fingers tapping along the speeder's control wheel, and as she moved along the cruising altitude Fiolette could see the silhouette of the Sith Armada. The deployment of troops and fighters. The typical display of dominance, certainly something that seemed part of the normal - her normal that was. Head to the next neighboring system and expand the Empire's influence bringing order to the masses.

At the worksite, Fiolette made her way to Taeli with lunch in hand. She greeted her wife with a kiss, "hope everything here is going well, now then - where can I set this down?"

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

"This has gone on long enough." From Avacyn's other hip she unhooked another metallic cylinder, out of which a second red beam of superheated plasma erupted. Where a number of thugs had shown signs of nervousness before, it was much closer to fear now. "Surrender now or the consequences will be yours to bear, whatever they may be." Though not stating it explicitly, it wasn't particularly difficult to deduce that the woman's regard for their lives had dropped significantly. The response of a voice shouting from the other side of the stadium was not what she had wanted to hear, however.

"If anyone turns themselves in, I will make sure they die in prison!"

It scared the three men in front of her enough to collect their bats and charge in again, rather than do as Avacyn said.

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"No way she's going to kill them. Right? She wouldn't just kill them, would she?"

"I don't want to watch anymore." The teenager got up from the couch and went to sit down by the murky green water. "Just tell me when it's over and we can leave. I don't want to see people die." His friend was equally afraid, but seemed to be frozen in place. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't take his eyes off the display. An overwhelming wave of silence crashed over the two, terrified of the fact that the Sith lady seemed all too willing to end the thugs' lives if it was the quickest way to handle business.

 

[Elani Zambrano]

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Elani's glass clinked as she placed it on the table and the ice began to swirl around in the brown liquor inside. She looked down as the cards were passed out. The men were much too distracted by the eye candy that was sitting in each of their four laps. They had them perfectly distracted, just as Elani had planned. "So, what's the game tonight? Same ol' Naboo Hold Em? Or a game of Shtacks?" Elani asked.

"Naboo Hold 'Em, Ms. Zambrano." replied the attendant. "Your buy-in seems to be sufficient enough for the other players. I shall retrieve your chips." he added.

Elani gave him a soft nod. "Thank you, William." she replied.

The men were so enthralled by the ladies in their laps, they almost didn't notice the single door to the room opening. When they managed to avert their gaze from the girls, they had locked their gaze ont he stranger that had come in the door. None of them recognized him, so they had assumed the worse. "Who's this clown?" asked one of the players.

"Looks like a lost lamb to me. A runt that has strayed to far from it's frock." another player added. The men began reaching beneath their jackets for their weapons to pull out on the man. Elani then raised her hand slightly into the air, causing the men to halt their hostilities.

"Remember the rules, fellas. No bloodshed in the Red Room. Leave it all on the game. Can't collect from a corpse, can we? Perhaps he may be a lost sheep. Perhaps not. Either way, I say let him in." Elani turned around in her chair and looked at the man. Her crimson eyes locked onto him as he stood there frozen. "Allow me to apologize for my friends. They are not fond of strangers wandering places they have no place being." Elani laughed lightly. "Do you have a name, little sheep?" she asked softly. "And what brings you to this part of town?"

[member="Anden Fancelo"]​

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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Anden stood there frozen for a moment, eyeing each of the men as they took notice of him. Noticing the slight movements of their arms. Being a former enforcer of the law, Fancelo knew exactly what they were reaching for. And so Anden tensed up a bit and took in a sharp exhale, his eyes running the room for an avenue to take in should the conflict take place. Only for his train of thought to be interrupted yet again. But it was by the anomaly in the room, the red robed woman. Who settled down the aggression the men carried.

Seems like she's the one in charge. He thought.

Anden's light brown eyes directed themselves towards the woman in red. A sense of relief brought to him as she seemed to be the one using reason and not a blaster.

"Allow me to apologize for my friends. They are not fond of strangers wandering places they have no place being."

Anden provided a nod in acknowledgement, but remained silent. Taking a step more into the room. Might as well commit with his mistake. Being provided with a duo of questions. He took only a moment to answer.

"I'm Anden Fancelo. And uh..." He trailed off for a second, before continuing. "I'm here just looking for a good time. Is all." The most he can muster for an answer but at least he spoke with honesty. Although his face was composed of neutrality, his mind was starting to steam with a side of regret. This was not a good position to be in at all, especially unarmed.

After a moment his gaze then caught up to the table, and so he sidestepped over to his right for a better look. The curious human decided to try and lower the tension. "You having a game, right?"


| [member="Elani Zambrano"] |

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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The Kiffar steadied his breathing, the adrenaline finally dying down. "Keep 'er pinned Funami, but don't kill her just yet..." In a blink, the slugthrower would be reloaded and bark out six more shots, two for the shoulders, two for the elbows, and two for the kneecaps. "Kalt, I'm not sure how tangible your illusions are, but if you can keep this Jedi alive, we will interrogate her later." he strode towards the rogue Jedi, now bleeding and added the most insulting thing to the injury.

A pair of handcuffs.

"Under the Imperial Law, section eight hundred thirty four, paragraph three, I, Trayze Tesar, Badge Two-Four-Six-Oh-One, administer the arrest." the Kiffar would begin. "Your charges: Weapons smuggling with the intent of political rebellion, inciting others to violently protest, assault on Imperial Diplomats and Enforcers of the Law, and loitering in a public locale that has been condemned by the Domitree Public Infrastructure Department, as confirmed and approved of under Imperial Infrastructure Advisory and Administration Corps, contacts will be provided therein."

He would turn to Vaulkhar and the other Sith Lord. "Anything else I missed? Or would one of you be so kind as to give me a rough estimate of how many people just attacked us."

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member=Vaulkhar] | [member="Kalt Bruq"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"]​

 

[BobertEZ]

The Phoenix watched, intrigued, as the Acolyte appeared to attempt legal prosecution of the Jedi, something the Phoenix had never considered before. It was a quiet admiration the Phoenix allowed for the innovative tactic, even though they knew it was useless in the grand scheme of things.

A Jedi would never allow themselves to be imprisoned by the Sith, not willingly.

Sudden blaster-fire pelting their right pauldron took their attention from the Sith below and over to where they had thrown the ball of meat. Something had happened to their soldiers, for they were firing no longer. Raptious activated their thermal, a worry building within, and found their heart stricken when only the signatures of the bandits read.

"What happened?" the Phoenix asked themselves, the blaster rounds now impacting their chestplate but leaving only minor singe marks that could be wiped away.

"I happened," a fanged voice behind the titanic mountain chuckled as a series of strikes suddenly pinged off the back of their armor.

Raptious spun around with Stormlight, the blade roaring with the downward motion, only to find its trajectory blocked by one green end of a dual-bladed lightsaber. It was another Jedi, a Kel Dor, Shadow in the Force, that had managed to sneak up on the Darth, The Shadowed Phoenix of all people, after having likely slain half of their soldiers.

The Sith seethed and their fury mounted to maximum levels instantly. Not only had they been tricked and shocked, but it was perpetrated by a coward, one who used stealth and strikes from the dark. It was with ravenous anger and salacious hatred that Raptious swung Stormlight, beating the silver blade down upon the Kel Dor who surprisingly managed to hold his own, though it was clear he held surprise as well at the fact that his strikes from behind had not even damaged the Sith. However, a quick duck under a wild swing, followed by a jab at the left thigh of the Sith managed to allow the green saber to inch its way into the armor. It was not enough to pierce flesh or even the bodysuit the Phoenix wore under the armor, but it was enough for them to take notice.

The Kel Dor jumped away into the circular hall surrounding the stands and the arena, pointing the tip of his saber at the Phoenix who stood incensed. "I saw your display earlier...you are powerful, Sith," the Kel Dor laughed. "But you hide behind that armor. Without it, you would be dead. Know this."

Raptious suddenly smiled and slowed their breathing, but only a touch, "Indeed. I would be. But do you know who it is you have angered so? Who will now be your end?"

"You are nothing to me but an invader. A reaper of worlds. You are foulness incarnate, as are all Sith, and I will be your end."

"Then you know nothing, Kel Dor!" the Sith unleashed a torrential scream at the Jedi, a blast so powerful the ricocheting shock waves blew apart the doors behind them and scattered debris down into the arena.

[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"]​

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar remained still as the chaos continued around him. His eyes narrowed as the illusory bird suddenly sprang up from the dust and screeched, inciting fear in the opposing forces. The plausibility in the bird's sudden appearance was next to none as far as the Sith Lord was concerned, but the weaker minded fell quickly to the illusion. He considered speaking to Funami amidst the battle, but decided against it. There would be time post-op to discuss the trio and their actions.

As Funami reached out within the force to crush the Jedi, her prodigious abilities were simply stonewalled. The Jedi Master was well versed in the force, blatantly showcasing that training and experience trumped talent. However, the sudden appearance of the predatory illusion stole her attention from her bubble. Her shield collapsed around her as Funami crushed the woman's body and throat as if it were paper. The four shots put into her broken form were added insult at that point. The handcuffs were mostly unnecessary as the woman was left quivering in a growing pool of blood. Agony gripped her final moments in this life, the very same agony was cut short as Vaulkhar stepped forward and decapitated the broken Jedi. With her life put to an end, the Sith Lord turned to look at his apprentices.

"We will discuss the events of this mission once we depart," his gaze was drawn to the sudden appearance of a third Jedi assaulting the titan within the stands. "The ship will be here shortly, prepare for departure."

His tone was as hard as stone and as cold as ice.

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

 

[Kalt Bruq]

Kalt smiled at the Jedi becoming distracted at the sight of his illusion, just enough for Funami to break through her barrier. The sudden turn around of Trayze not only shooting the Jedi but also attempting to arrest her just made him laugh. "I think you missed the part about her being a Jedi," he said. It was enough to break the concentration needed to maintain the bird although with everyone having already fled or well frightened, or not at all, it didn't really matter anymore. Now disarmed, and... well arrested, she couldn't apply any resistance to Master Vaulkhar's quick decapitation swing. Although Kalt was sure that if it were any other Sith they would have just let her either choke to death or bleed to death, one of the two.

The dust began to settle now as well, giving everyone some view of the arena stands above, and the duel between Jedi and the large Sith lord. "Ah, so that's the fellow who helped me put some terror in everyone's minds," Kalt said.

Then his master turned toward them and stated that they were going to leave soon. Kalt gave a mixed sigh of relief and disappointment. The relief for being able to leave soon, the disappointment for the prospect that they might be lectured on their performance. He didn't really say anything more, not wanting to add to his troubles. He figured the fact that he hadn't actually killed anyone in this encounter might factor into that discussion.

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member=Vaulkhar] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

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The Jedi was a good, experienced combatant, showcasing her ability to withstand Funami’s overwhelming grip on telekinesis. It wasn’t enough to save her life from the superior number of Sith though. The moment her focus faltered, the small child’s telekinetic hands started kneading soft flesh and snapping bone, reducing the once-mighty Jedi into a sad, formless heap. Immediately after came Trayze’s shots that blasted four craters into the mess of agony, and finally, Vaulkhar lunged forth in an elegant flourish that ended the Jedi’s pain and permanently ended her existence among the living. A look of bewilderment crossed the pink-haired brat’s features as Trayze produced handcuffs and listed a number of offences.

“Tee-hee-hee,” the girl gave a short, playful laugh that cruelly mocked the dead. “You can fine her for not disposing of her head properly!”

With the dust settling down, she was free to finally see everyone again. It appeared the four Sith had pulled through without difficulty, sustaining no serious injuries. And a fifth Sith. Noticing his tall, almost giant figure for the first time, Funami looked slightly confused, but her eyes soon turned toward the quiet battlefield in search of her cap. The black, dusty headwear silently rested among the dead, obviously in no hurry to grace the Sithling’s pink crown. A snap of fingers and it shot right to her outstretched hand, receiving several whacks to clear it of dust and dirt. Only then did Funami plant it on her head and struck an important-looking pose, looking mighty pleased with the result.

“Just as planned! All rebels have been eradicated without a single casualty for team good guys! Good job, everyone!” Funami beamed a toothy grin as her cheerful voice announced another victory for the Empire.

[member="Kalt Bruq"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"]​