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The Demon Moon

Mission Name: The Demon Moon
Things are stirring, reports from Onderon of dark creatures in the jungles. Things from the Demon moon have awoken deeper in the jungle with the resurgence of the Darkside
Mission Objective: Battle Sithspawn and sith operatives on Dxun
Mission Location: Dxun and Onderon
Mission Difficulty: Hard

Ta'mur stepped off the hovercraft and stretched his back. He didn't appreciate the cramped shuttle one bit. He inhaled the air deeply and spit. He could taste the dark side that polluted this place. Accompanied by [member="Marcello Matteo"] ,Ta'mur would take a backseat when it came to questioning the locals on the subject.

"Master Matteo, do we have a plan going into this?" He asked, his voice gruff and deep.
 
Marcello stepped off the shuttle dressed in comfortable fitting khaki cargo pants and a grey t-shirt that fit over his large frame in...athletic fashion. The worn silver hilt of his lightsaber was attached to his belt which contained a number of other basic items, and he wore a small pack on his back with bare essentials survival gear. Marcello had elected not to land in Onderon's capital city of Iziz. Instead, the nimble shuttle had been directed to a clearing amongst the wilderness of the humid jungle-planet.

Glacier-blue eyes surveyed their surroundings as his senses stretched across the immediate area. Flexing and contorting his presence throughout the dense vegetation, the Naboo native inhaled softly before dispatching brief orders to R9, maintaining a lazy orbit several thousand feet above them in case things turned nasty. "Keep a loose overwatch, R9." A series of beeps were heard in the Jedi's earpiece communicator before he turned his attention to Jedi Knight [member="Ta'mur Rokar"]. "Yes. For one we don't involve the planetary leadership. I'm not entirely confident they have not been, shall we say, relegated to serve the purposes of another entity. So...we find those that remain here but are hardly ruled by Republic law."

A pause.

"Beastriders." Motioning for the Knight to follow, Marcello stepped off in the direction of the foliage. "Come."

[member="Quietus"]
 
Ta'mur looked at [member="Marcello Matteo"] and nodded without saying much more. Ta'mur preferred to say as little as possible so when he did speak his voice was certain to be heard. The path was overgrown. Ta'mur looked up at the treetops he could very easily swing through them but wondered if his partner could do the same. Humans were far less agile than Trianii even with the force. Ta'mur smiled at what turned into a joke to himself. 'Silly humans' he thought quietly to himself.
 
@Ta'mur Rokar was welcome to start swinging through trees if he so desired. Speed was hardly a necessity when they did not, exactly, have a clear direction on where to go. Further more, the Jedi Master was quite certain they were already being watched. Therefore, he preferred to disturb the forest and its inhabitants as little as possible.

Fortunately there was no logical reason for Marcello to postulate on his associate's desires to re-enact Tarzan. No further words passed between them as the large Naboo native slipped into the foliage. It was thick, yes, but it was not impassable. Ducking and contorting his body as necessary, the Jedi Master kept his senses about him as they advanced. It wasn't more than perhaps a mile or two of travel that he sensed the tranquil presence of several lifeforms around them...surrounding them.

With a raised hand, he commanded the Knight to freeze in place. Dropping slowly to a knee, Marcello's glacier-blue gaze scanned their surroundings, but it was the Force that spoke to him loudest in that moment. His large hand curled around the cylindrical hilt of his lightsaber as he slowly pulled it free from its secured place on his hip.

[member="Quietus"]
 
[member="Marcello Matteo"]

Ta'mur followed the Jedi Master's instruction. Ta'mur too crouched down and listened. His ears spun round as he heard several conversations about the two Jedi. It seemed as though Ta'mur and Marcello were hardly going to be welcomed with open arms. Ta'mur didn't move. He didn't want to startle the indigenous persons watching, waiting.

Ta'mur closed his eyes and waited for what was to come. He listened extremely carefully. His ears continued to rotate on his head waiting for the release of an arrow, the click of a trigger being pushed down, or even the footsteps of an approaching emissary.
 
Marcello could feel the presence of many but it was a single entity that materialized from the foliage to meet them. Tanned skin bore several lifetimes of scars and ritualistic tattooing, covered by hand-woven material and expertly crafted armor of leather and bone. She made nary a sound stepping through the thick of branches and vines, melding with her surroundings as though part of it, one with it. Vivid, keen green eyes locked upon the tresspassers, watching them with all the alertness of an apex predator.

Several long moments of silence hung within the air, as heavy as the humidity of the jungle planet before she made any clear indication of judgement. Coming to a stop along the tangle of roots, the woman reached to the dagger of maalraas bone at her hip and pulled it from its sheath. With a single quick movement, she plunged the blade into the ground and fixed a pointed stare on [member="Marcello Matteo"] with a short glance to his hand at his own weapon.

"You have the Beastia's attention," came a voice from above, revealing to the pair a man clad in more formal Acolyte attire, and higher yet the perched the form of his beast mount in the strong boughs of the tree, "Master Jedi. There is no need for your lightsaber. Are you here to rid us of the Sith pestilence?"

The Beastia stared intently, eyes unblinking, figure coiled.
 
Marcello's glacier-blue gaze locked in the direction of [member="Quietus"] the second she made her presence known. He did not say anything or make much of any movement. As the silence lingered between them, Marcello allowed his feelings to continue to swell and spread throughout the area. It wasn't until a sound from above his head cut through the silence, that Marcello stood to his full height.

The Jedi Master's muscled flexed instinctively beneath the fabric of his short-sleeved shirt. Marcello did not divert his gaze to the voice above him. He could sense the individual's presence, and his speech made it easier to focus just a touch more, relying on the Force to speak to him when necessary. His eyes though...well...they remained with what he perceived to be the larger unknown and thus threat, Quietus.

Clipping his lightsaber back to his belt, Marcello inhaled steadily. The response he offered rumbled forth with the natural tamber of his deep voice. "To investigate, specifically. If a blight has overrun this place, then we will do what is necessary." In short. Yes. They were here to kill Sith.

[member="Ta'mur Rokar"]
 
[member="Quietus"] [member="Marcello Matteo"]

Ta'mur kept his eyes closed for just a second longer continuing to listen to the surroundings. The situation still felt tense, and the air was laced with the poison of the dark side. He could hear the whispers of false prophets trying to dig their way into this land and kill its beauty. He could hear the incantations of rage trying to drive the beings of this world mad... He just hoped those around him had strong constitutions.

He finally opened his eyes and began studying the being before him. He heard her voice with his eyes closed and knew the chaotic elements that she had tasted in her life. Now with his eyes upon her he confirmed his internal thoughts. There was an eccentricity about the woman. He did not speak, he had no reason to. Silence was golden. And words only convoluted his train of thought.
 
The woman had not, in fact, spoken a word, and she maintained her vigilance of silence.

The man above who spoke for her did nod, the branch beneath his booted feet impossibly frail for one his size, but holding regardless, "We have tracked them to an encampment ten clicks south of our nearby village. Our warriors stand ready to drive them out - we only awaited the arrival of the Council's Jedi," there was a wry smirk on the man's pointed face, "to ensure due diligence of ... what is it you call it? Democracy and justice?"

The Beast tribes did not put offenders on trial, they killed them.

"Beastia Blackthorne will lead you to the village."

Quietus retrieved her dagger and returned it to its sheath before turning and heading off through the foliage. The rumbling of the beasts in the trees and high in the canopy followed her, the rushing winds of their wings sent leaves and branches flailing. She moved without pause or wait for them, taking them deeper into the jungles until finally a clearing opened up and the vibrant orange hues of the Warriors and their winged skreev mounts came into view. It was a small, temporary scouting village set up for the hunt. Bronze-skinned and tattooed Beast Riders looked on with curiosity at the two new arrivals.

She stopped before a pile of bodies - beast bodies to be exact. Mutated abominations of what once were the beautiful creatures of this planet. The Sith had been experimenting on them, turning them into spawn, and this displeased her greatly. With a glance to [member="Marcello Matteo"], she inclined her head in a gesture towards the pile. This is what they were dealing with and this is what he and his Knight needed to be prepared for.
 
Marcello offered the voice from above no response. He was free to draw his own conclusions. The last he checked, Marcello was neither a Harbinger of Death nor an Angel of Mercy. There was no political edge to the harsh lines of his seemingly detached existence. He was merely a weapon when necessary and a shield through all other times. A tool of the Force.

The moment [member="Quietus"] began to retreat deeper into the jungle, the large Jedi followed. Though he'd not grown up on a jungle planet, he'd visited more than his fair share in past training and his much more recent self-exile. The Naboo native respected the power and reality of nature, and he showed that deference now as he slipped silently through the jungle, never out of eyesight from Bestia Blackthorne.

When they arrived in a clearing, his glacier-blue gaze took in his surroundings. The pile of bodies did not pull more than a fleeting glance from the Jedi Master, and he'd only met Quietus' gaze for perhaps half a heartbeat before looking back to the horizon. This was no new circumstance and the loss was not one unique to Onderon. It seemed the Sith spent more time creating abominations than doing anything else. A subtle nod of his head indicated his understanding.

The man from earlier had made claim of an army ready to force the intruders out. The intelligence they'd received stated the pestilence originated from Dxun, and they would surely travel there to deal with such were that the case. However, the people here on Onderon...would know best. "We've been told they are operating predominantly off Dxun." Slowly, he shifted his gaze to Quietus, gazing down at her with a tranquil intensity that filled his soul. "Is this correct?"

[member="Ta'mur Rokar"]
 
Ta'mur Rokar followed along with relative ease. His retractable claws and lean body were quite suited to the environment. He was never quite sure which was better... cat-like reflexes or Jedi-like reflexes either way he was able to move quickly through the trees and still be able to make snap judgements of where to place his hands and feet.

When they arrived at the bodies he said nothing. Nothing was new to him either. He was a grizzled veteran and he had seen monsters and death and every other atrocity known to sentient beings. Still he did not speak. He still let the Jedi Master take the lead. [member="Marcello Matteo"] was the Master for a reason and Ta'mur was the Knight.

[member="Quietus"]
 

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