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Campaign The Shadow Falls Over Seswenna


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Seswenna’s return to the Sith Order had gone surprisingly smoothly, all things considered. In the wake not only of its initial conquest but then its loss during the Planetshift, the world of shipyards had all but collapsed. The governor of the world established under Sith rule had been a temporary and tenuous bureaucrat, one which had just barely managed to avoid a public riot over rationing and martial law whenever the world was shifted outside of Sith space.

By the time that the reclamation forces arrived the denizens had largely resigned themselves to accept aid from any source before civil unrest and starvation tore the world apart. Even if it meant throwing themselves right back into the waiting arms of their previous oppressors. The fragile government that had been on the verge of total collapse was all but stripped away, however its replacements never arrived.

In fact their ships went missing the moment that they entered the system. This has resulted in a sort of uneasy stalemate as the local authorities await new leadership and the populace eyes their returned overlords warily in turn.

And in this time of uncertainty, opportunity has bloomed. Without clear direction the Seswennan authorities have simply kept the martial law imposed during the Sith’s absence in place for the time being. Having already chafed under the rationing and general treatment for some time, the locals have begun stirring into protests and gatherings which could easily turn violent.

In this turmoil, what will you choose to take advantage of?

Objective 1: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Many of the protests and sites of unrest are now being spearheaded by robed figures bearing Sith symbols, all directing the mobs towards the capitol district where an all too familiar Sith Lord has made His debut on the world. Darth Strosius and His Order of Wonosa have made planetfall and aligned themselves within the rabble fairly quickly, if indeed they weren’t the cause of this newfound revolt to begin with.​
Regardless they clearly seek to cement themselves as the new authority on Seswenna by aiding the locals in overthrowing the old. Stand with the absent governorship or join in the flames of revolution and decide Seswenna’s fate.​
Objective 2: Corporate Espionage/BYOO
Seswenna has long since been a prime shipyard and manufacturing world and it was certainly no different under Sith rule, nor has that changed even with its brief stint disconnected from the wider galaxy. Seek lost materials and schematics hidden aboard the stations in orbit or find some corporate conglomerate’s office to pilfer for blackmail and financial access, get what you can before the world is brought back to order!​

 

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Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Open!
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It had been far too long since He had stood at the head of an entire people in uproar. Tund was, in a literal sense, a lifetime ago and its scars still clung deep within the minds of His followers. Their faith had been bruised, but not shattered. The desire for revolution still burned in their hearts and they found a similar such dream across the many worlds of the galaxy, Seswenna was no exception to this of course. And this time they would answer the call of their peers.

Darth Strosius surveyed the unruly masses that had begun pouring into the city's central square, a short distance from the capital building itself. Their unkempt and random ranks were joined and reinforced by His more organized and better armed Legionnaires, which were all too eager to brush elbows with their newfound comrades and siblings-in-arms. Soon enough the other mobs across the city would be gathered here and the march would begin. The march to break the chains of Seswenna and embrace it wholeheartedly into Wonosa.

The planet's authorities were preparing themselves for the coming march but Darth Strosius wasn't at all concerned by whatever defenses they could muster at. They were prepared to mow down a bunch of protesters and starving rioters, not to do battle with the Legionnaires of Wonosa being led by their Prophet personally and with a fair chunk of the city's population at their back. The Sith always prevailed in the end after all, and He was surrounded by those who sought to prove themselves worthy of such a title this day.

 
Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius

Lina felt the tide of emotions wash over her as the mob grew, the anger they bore the lust for blood and justice was intoxicating. The shadows around her curled and danced as if swaying with the beat of each thrum of energy they gave off.

She stood just behind Strosius's left, her emerald gaze sweeping over thr swelling mass of people before coming to rest on him. This was his stage, his march, his revolution. Lina was here for him, to watch his back and to lend her own army to his aid. They lurked in the shadows, hovering at the edges of people's visions. A glance cast they're way would see them vanish like they'd never been there.

Her shadow walkers waited as they had been commanded to do so. To have them in plain sight might have tipped the scales of emotion in another direction. Not everyone saw beauty in the darkness like she did.

"What a beautiful sight." She said soft enough that only he woild hear her.
 
Lieutenant of Kor’ethyr Military Academy



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Seswenna
Objective: Aid The Prophet & His Wonosa Forces

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots,
Zhaboka,
Phrik Breastplate, Black Poncho &
Shadow Mask

Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius | Open
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The moment word of need for a firm hand on Seswenna traveled to him on Korriban, Naamino signed up. He'd worked closely with Darth Strosius once before and considered the man a proper example of what a strong Sith ought to be. Not only that, but he vehemently felt any action which brought more of the galaxy under the Order's watchful rule was a step in the correct direction.

That was how he found himself in charge of a platoon tasked with organizing and arming the locals who were aligned with the cause of Wonosa. Though his Master, Elmindra Xitaar Elmindra Xitaar , held a general distaste for the Prophet and his church given that she was a highly placed Kainite, the First Lord of Korriban had acquiesced to A'Mia Madrona's insistence that Korriban and now Brosi must diversify their alliances. And despite Naamino knowing he must be cautious to appear overly eager to work with Wonosa, the young man was invigorated by the prospect.

His armored, hulking form marched amidst the crowd, his troops strategically spaced between them to bolster their ranks and feed their bravado. Like this, they made their way to the square. Naamino's wolf-masked visage turned to regard Darth Strosius in the crowd and he gave the man a curt nod when it appeared the Prophet's gaze swept his way.

 
Location: Capitol District, Seswenna City - Seswenna
Objective:

Tag: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano Lina Ovmar Lina Ovmar

From her concealed perch in the tenth floor of a luxury apartment building, Glissara watched the scene transpiring below with narrowed eyes. A river of Wonosa-led protestors snaked its way into the capitol district, manifesting a chanting tide of discontent lapping against the sterile plazas.

Glissara had only just finished setting up in this particular studioroom the night before, having chosen the spot for its position overlooking the central square. Like so many other units in the city, it had sat empty for months, as rent prices across the city had ascended beyond the reach of the commoners. As a result, her infiltration had been relatively painless. And for the landlords, it was much cheaper to let their apartments sit empty, rather than lowering prices.

Thus, in the wake of the Planeshift, while the upper class looted what was left of the fragile government for its choicest parts, the streets below swelled with the desperate and the displaced.

Hence, the protests.

For her part, Glissara felt nothing but a detached contempt for the plight of the Seswennan commoners. In her mind, they unwashed sinners at best, a collective of animals guided by vulgar instinct. And if the fervor of the protests was any measure, those primitive instincts had been ruthlessly cultivated by the blasphemous Wonosa cult, rendering the vast majority of them irreparably corrupted heretics.

Her mission now was to eliminate one of the exploiters.

A Cleric of Marr, one of the chief diplomats of the Wonosan heresy. This Cleric in particular had stood before the downtrodden, leading them in sacrilegious sermons and incendiary speeches, weaving dreams of revolution at the behest of a failed prophet.

It stood to reason that a figure who thrived in the light should perish in it. Thus, Glissara intended to make their death a spectacle, for those who followed the Cleric’s misguided fervor to witness the cost of their heresy.

Closing the window blinds, Glissara left the apartment room before ascending to the top floor via the stairwell. From there, the Shatter Vector sliced the maintenance door controls and headed onto the rooftop. Her cloaking device hummed to life then, her form melding perfectly into the background as she drew her pistol from its place on her hip.

All she needed now was to get closer to her target.


 
Lord Seer of Korriban, Professor & Governor
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Outer Rim
Seswenna
Objective 2: Corporate Espionage
Tags: Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer Varin Mortifer | Naniti Naniti
Anet Raine Anet Raine | Kivah Kivah | Adean Castor Adean Castor | Open!


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It was only natural for order and chaos to ebb and flow, for periods of light which cast shadows to eventually give way to gloom that allowed meager points of illumination to dazzle and cut through the darkness. Such was the way of things. Ever the pendulum swung, and A'Mia knew that transitional periods were rife with opportunity. Seswenna had been balanced precariously for a time, but now Darth Strosius brought his forces to bear and give it that final nudge.

While the Prophet and much of Seswenna City's populace was busy bitterly hashing out a long history of unrest and turnover in leadership, A'Mia decided to slip in the proverbial back door. The woman still hadn't hashed out all the minutiae involved in being multiple places at once in a way that provided ample benefits, so she elected for the next best thing and roped a group of students in for her scheme. She would impart upon them some valuable lessons and they would be her little helpers, their eyes and ears put to use gathering as much they could manage before a sense of normalcy returned to the shipyards and adjacent industrial district.

Their shuttle soon landed inconspicuously on the edge of the shipyard, and A'Mia turned to address the gaggle of mostly acolyte, all of whom were either as opportunistic as she was, desperately seeking what was likely to be a simple payout, or both. It mattered not to her, provided they all worked quickly and brought back items or information of note.

"No structured curriculum today, no catalogues uploaded to your datapads and no real rules of engagement or directives to speak of. This is more a test of your explorative skill, creative thinking and problem solving, along with a bit of gauging your gut instincts."

She smiled rather mischievously, hooking a thumb over her shoulder to the comm tower looming behind in the middle distance, then gestured to the some of the squat duracrete industrial buildings nearby.

"That tower is ground control for this hemisphere of the planet, and those buildings are HQ for one of the top manufacturers in this sector. As you might have noticed…"

A'Mia looked side to side for dramatic effect, shielding her eyes with a flat hand as if peering far off into the distance.

"Well, things are pretty quiet around here because of all that ruckus in the city. It's a skeleton crew here."

She turned back and made their objective clear.

"I'm tasking you all with exploring quickly, collecting objects or information of interest, and bringing it back here when I give the word. Extraction could occur within a handful of minutes, or I might give you ample warning. Be ready. Of particular interest to me are things such as: schematics, trade secrets, proprietary software, account details, and of course the usuals like rare materials or valuables. You'll be compensated for your time commensurate to your findings. And never fear, I'll be scavenging alongside you. Should any of you run into trouble more than you can handle… Well, put the call out on comms, maybe I'll choose to assist."

A'Mia paused a moment, letting her instructions sink in. Before turning to move toward the industrial buildings

"How does that old expression go? While the loth-cat is away, the loth-rats will play."

The neti ruffled Lysander's hair in a passing familial gesture and called over her shoulder.

"I've got a lead on a General Manager who was reportedly holed up in his office not twenty minutes ago, seemed to be using the unrest for personal gain," she tsk tsk'd in mocking disapproval before setting out.

 
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For as long as he could remember, there were always certain tones the Neti used that made Lysander’s mind slow, as if everything she said demanded two layers of interpretation.. one for the actual lesson, and one for the humor she barely bothered to hide lately. The trip itself pulled him backward in time. It’d been a while since he stood in the same transport shuttle as A’Mia and Varin.

Gauge with your gut instincts? That was very poetic.. less poetic when those instincts were shaped by Korriban and ten different kinds of trauma. Or maybe it was more so what will you do when no one is telling you what to do? Right? Korriban had forced choices through violence; A’Mia forced them through opportunity.

Schematics, software, valuables… enough vague instructions to bury someone if they weren’t careful. Fething brilliant, Tree Lady. What’s next? A scavenger hunt with moral implications? The more he thought about it, the more a strange spark of excitement tugged at him. The calm before a sprint. Or like the opening curve in ice skating, as he’d learned on Ilum.. right before the momentum took hold and decided fate for you.

Finally, because she was A’Mia, and A’Mia wanted to remind him the galaxy didn’t care about his dignity.. her hand landed on his head. He froze immediately, shut his eyes for a long second, and exhaled slowly through the nose. He almost longed for the trials on Desevro again.. anything over a public hair ruffle.

The teen flicked a glance to her as she faded into the industrial maze. “I like how Professor A’Mia framed all of that as ‘bring me something shiny.’ Which is pretty valid, I suppose.” Two fingers rubbed at his temple. “I guess we’re not here to tear the place apart.. we’re here to understand it. Opportunities like this don't last long.”

Lysander’s longsword was absent today, but that did not mean he was unarmed. Black tunic and leggings, as always.. there was no mistaking him for anything other than a Sith. His eyes passed from Varin to Anet, briefly on the Togruta, then swept the rest of the acolytes who had remained nearby. “Places like this rely on predictability. People clock in, follow procedures, file reports, and trust that systems will catch mistakes. That’s the weakness..”

Well, he was ready to commit something mildly illegal. With that much decided, he turned and headed for the buildings, assuming that anyone inclined to join would.
 

Objective 2


Their explorative skill? Naniti thought it more an opportunity for the Academy to teach their Acolytes how to fetch. One couldn't expect a Lord to go around doing menial work, after all. That was what students joked about. Sith Warriors were at a Lord's beck and call so was it really far from the truth? At least you learn more than how to beat someone over the head at the institute though.

The Togruta stood by and watch silently as the Neti got playful with Lysander's hair. If he wasn't going to raise a fuss over it, she wasn't. Unlike Lysander, Naniti didn't know A'Mia well, and the woman was obviously of much higher rank -- a fight with an inevitable outcome for a pointless gesture (assuming she wasn't killed). Part of surviving Sith education was knowing when to fight and when to add it to The List.

The List. The one you kept in your head where you ranked with instructor deserved to die the most and you tried to figure out if someone really stood out from the pack. And then you dreamed of the day when you took your revenge! Again, just Acolyte things. Obviously, most people didn't actually do the revenge bit or the Academy wouldn't have any instructors left. Sometimes escape alone was enough.

Or, perhaps, the Academy bribed the students that graduated somehow?

"Who here is good at slicing?"
Because it wasn't Lysander. They're covered that gem back on The Wheel. And, frankly, Naniti wanted to know because there'd be plenty locked away in some computer terminal. Perhaps she could convince someone into a partnership. Or kil-- incapacitate them temporarily. Either way.

If that failed then she'd do the obvious... look for someone having written down their credentials, or having stashed an access card somewhere. Or blast open any hidden vaults. She'd guess passwords based on someone's desk accessories, but surprisingly few people int he galaxy seemed to decorate their office space. Well, the password was probably something simple anyway -- like 'password'.

"Someone could check ground control for invoices or inventories of shipments." Offering potential advice to competitors? Well, maybe, but every example A'Mia had given didn't align with what you'd find in the opposite direction. More importantly, if someone took the bait it'd mean fewer people in the corporate offices.

Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia | Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer Varin Mortifer | Anet Raine Anet Raine | Kivah Kivah | Adean Castor Adean Castor


 


Varin stayed silent as he received instruction, or lack thereof from Professor A'mia. It had been far too long since he was in some form of class with her, truth be told he missed the chaos of it. Watching her ruffle Lysander's hair got a quiet snicker out of him as she finished up her instructions.

His gaze shifted to the near empty landing zone and the area around them. He then looked at Lysander.

“Do you think a coroner figures out a cause of death without opening the body up? We can certainly try to keep the place in one piece, but I do not see that happening for long.”


He was quiet as Lysander spoke of patterns and repetitions, a smirk fell on Varin's face as he readied his helm.

“Pattern brings comfort. Especially when it has gone unimpeded for so long. It must be mundane for them now. I think we could add a little spice to their day today.”

Naniti spoke next, asking if anyone knew how to slice. A skill Varin never learned. His only experience was stealing data for Lord Strosius on a pre-programmed drive.

“If need be we can just take the whole server. Or if we are lucky, find some lucky soul who can unlock it for us that works here. I guarantee you, no one here is willing to risk their lives for a dead end job. At least not the desk workers.”


Varin slipped on his helm as he stood up, stepping out of the ship. His armored boot thudded onto the landing floor as he looked around.

“If anyone needs help with opening a door, I can certainly do it. Though the door will never be usable again.”



 

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Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Lina Ovmar Lina Ovmar / Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano / Glissara Glissara
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Darth Strosius felt the fanged grin beneath His mask widen ever so slightly when Lina spoke, a proud feeling swelling in His chest as He glanced back at her out of the corner of His visor. He was ectstatic to have her along for this venture, it was a rare treat to be able to show her His element just as she had done with her own specialties. Well, rare until she decided to take Him up on that offer of paying a visit to Nar Shaddaa at least. Perhaps one day.

But for this day there was a prize far more grand than the lives of a handful of gangsters or slavers to claim. Seswenna dangled on a thread, its entry back into Sith space was all but complete. All it required was a firm hand to put the planet to use for the Sith Order, and if the rest of the Order had its way then they'd plant some spineless sycophant in such a position. Someone that would bend and bow to every request and demand made of them, to waste Seswenna's potential and resources.

Darth Strosius offered the people a different path however, and now they were all too eager to take it given the alternative. Under Him this world would be forged into a true Sith world, not the mere plaything of the powers-that-be as so many others were. First of course the people would have to accept His will and rule, and the best way to earn their loyalty was to aid them in casting down their old oppressors. It was somewhat regrettable to have to put down the old authorities, but they had shown their true colors and maligned the people far too much to be useful now.

Their blood would quench the thirst of Seswenna and with it cement Wonosa as their saviors, soon to be their guides and peers in the ways of the Sith. He looked down into the assembled masses and glanced over the proper soldiers which were attempting to provide some instruction and armaments for the disorganized crowds. A much needed task for sure. His hidden gaze fell upon one of the few not of His followers, the familiar Naamino who gave a nod up to Him which He of course returned in kind.

It was admittedly unusual for Him to have aid, or even dare He say allies of a sort, from those outside of His followers but He took it in stride. It would make the coming hours all the easier and preserve some lives in the process. "I think we've kept them waiting long enough, don't you think?" He asked as He cast another glance back at Lina, grinning as He stepped forward and drew His lightsaber from His hip. "People of Seswenna!" His voice echoed across the courtyard, boosted by the Force and some well-placed speakers.

"It is time! Reclaim your world! March to the capitol building and let none bar your way!" The Legionnaires of the Prophet roared their acknowledgements with cries of zealous fervor, rushing ahead as the crowds joined in with their own shouts for freedom and revenge. It didn't take long for the first shots to begin ringing out as the courtyard's masses spilled into the main streets and through the alleys towards the center of the city.

 

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Objective2: Corporate Espionage
Equipment: Infiltration Suit, Goggles, Bow, Lightsabers, Auto Blasters, Gauntlet Comp
Tags: Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer Varin Mortifer | Naniti Naniti | Anet Raine Anet Raine | Adean Castor Adean Castor | Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia

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Kivah had head 'planetary shipyards' and 'raid,' and had perked up, looking forward to looting orbital rings with her old classmates. Now she was here, the shipyards were planet side, and none of the people from Kor'ethyr she actually liked were here. Anger quietly simmering in the back of the shuttle as she repeatedly flipped a knife between forward and reverse grips, a knife and head floating on a shadowy body. She considered planting it in A'Mia at her stupid cat joke, but let it go as her old teacher bothered Lysander. Annoying the others had always been a favorite pass time of hers.

"I mean, I can." She stressed to Naniti as she passed the Togruta on her way out, her tone sounding like she wasn't sure why she would. "Varin has the right of it though, you're Sith. The Force is your tool, as is pain. Convince someone." Lesson dispensed to her junior, Kivah made her way out of the shuttle, pulling up the hood of her infiltration suit as she went, obscuring the last of her that wasn't shadow, before she disappeared into the landing field, next to invisible to the eye and in the Force.

Getting on the move helped, and a sense of purpose pulled her attention forward and out of the disappointment of the shuttle bay. She didn't care about bringing A'Mia shiny trinkets, she was here for herself. Maybe she'd sell something to the Neti if she found something not terribly useful to herself, but they were all thinking too small. Soon this world would fall under Sith rule again, any documents or schematics would likely be copies soon in the hands of the Order, either directly or because this yard was. She had eyes on something far larger. In the meantime, she'd keep half an eye on the others, see if they held up or disappointed.

Clattering from down the narrow lane alerted her to beings hurrying towards her, and she ducked into a doorway, letting the security patrol rounding the corner pass her bay on their way to check out the unscheduled shuttle landing. Kivah never considered intervening, either the others could handle them or were already gone. Any other outcome when facing the half dozen port authority guards, and they deserved to fail here.

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Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano Glissara Glissara

Lina shifted her gaze from the crowd to him as he glanced back towards her, offering him a small smile. He was in his element, she could feel the buzz of excitement coming from him in a way she had not felt before, perhaps it was the prospect of creating a stir as he had, or that this was the first step of many in cementing his hold over a world after he had lost so much following leading up to the Kaggath.

This wasn't just about liberating the people of Seswenna and giving them the power to choose the very conveniently placed leader Alisteri had made himself, but also because it was the foundation from which he could rebuild all he had lost. That she was here to witness it was a privilege and one she would not forget.

As Alisteri looked back at her again, indicating he was ready, shadows curled around her fist as she brought it to her chest, whispering her own commands. The mob roared in response, her walkers rumbled, slipping among the mass of bodies as they surged forward, marching towards the city centre. Her walkers would strike unseen, guard the backs of the Wonosa and they would find those Lina could use in sacrifice, dragging them to the nether for her to collect later.

She stepped up beside him offering a hum of contentment as she watched the sea of people file out of the courtyard, turning her eyes on him. "It would be a shame to let them have all the fun, don't you think?"
 
Lieutenant of Kor’ethyr Military Academy



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Seswenna
Objective: Aid The Prophet & His Wonosa Forces

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots,
Zhaboka,
Phrik Breastplate, Black Poncho &
Shadow Mask

Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius | Lina Ovmar Lina Ovmar | Glissara Glissara | Vritra Vritra

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Though he was not generally alert to subtle changes in the Force, Naamino was a veritable dynamo in the wielding of it. So when all that riotous emotional energy was being whipped up in one place, the zabrak could practically siphon strength from the turmoil. Tipping up the bottom of his mask briefly, he slipped a stim pouch into his mouth and tucked the thing into his bottom lip— the buzz of the crowd mingling with the buzz of the chemical enhancement. Listening intently while Darth Strosius spoke, the big soldier stood with arms folded on his chest, soaking it all in. As legionaries called out uproariously, Naamino let a cold smile overtake his expression. Hidden as it was behind the shadow mask, there was no harm in him enjoying the moment a bit.

Taking in a deep breath, as if taking a hit of a heady smokable, the young man turned to his own small band of Kor'ethyr soldiers interspersed through the nearby crowd and gave a hand gesture of forward, march. They moved with the already surging crowd, urging them on in places and removing barriers in their path. For his part, Naamino remained somewhere in the middle of the pack, ensuring he could keep eyes ahead and behind. His forces had comms of course, they'd communicate more specifics if need be, but the current objective was incredibly straightforward.

Picking up his pace into a sturdy jog, the zabrak soon had zhaboka in hand. When they started to meet with living opposition, not just obstructions or barricades, the young Lieutenant and his section of the mob fell upon them savagely. The zabrak first engaged with non-lethal tactics, knowing that enough pain and fear could motivate the tide to turn easily. As they pressed on and drew nearer to the center of the city, bloodlust began rising and even the level headed zabrak began to feel its effects.

 
Location: Capitol District, Seswenna City - Seswenna
Objective:

Tag: Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano Lina Ovmar Lina Ovmar Darth Strosius Darth Strosius

Two-hundred and fifty meters. The effective kill-range of her modified EI-P001A Enforcer, a distance extended to a bleeding edge by means of an ultra-refined focusing lens and ultra-high-performance galven coiling. Naturally, Glissara had contemplated making use of every meter of that range to take her shot on the Cleric of Marr. However, the Shatter Vector knew that her chances of success would be better if she got up-close. Not to mention, with the presence of so many trained Force-sensitives in the area, the Jango Jumper’s training informed her that killing the target might demand more than one attempt.

The closer she was, the easier she could make her second, third, and even fourth shots count.

As the tide of bodies from the courtyard surged towards the city center, Glissara emerged from a side alleyway and melded into the crowd. She had taken her disguise—a set of dark robes—from a protester who she had quietly ambushed and stunned with her Enforcer. From there, the exchange had been swift and clinical. She had stripped the woman of her robes, before throwing them on over her form-fitting exoskin. Thus, with her suit’s face mask retracted into her neck piece, the Jango Jumper blended into the crowd even without donning the hood.

So naturally, as armaments were passed out by the Wonosa soldiers, Glissara gleefully accepted a pistol, spare power cells, and a couple of gas canisters. By feel alone, she recognized the weapon as a SD-P1 Blaster Sidearm. It was an adequate weapon for a seemingly untrained protestor, but not one that she would trust with taking out a high-value target. Fortunately, that was what she had her Enforcer for.

And so, raising her voice in a cry that mimicked the crowd’s zeal, she added SD-P1’s sharp report to the chorus of blasterfire and shouts!

All the while, as the mass of sapients surged and roiled towards the center, Glissara discreetly closed the distance to the Cleric...


 
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TEMPTATION :: SESWENNA

Vritra slowly fanned her sharp nails along the ridge of the man's shoulders from behind. She leaned in to whisper softly in his ear, "They're coming for you. As the closest thing to an authority left, they won't care what or whether the fault lay with you. They'll tear you limb from precious limb."

They shrugged her off and decried her efforts, proclaiming their faith would deliver them to a far better place were such a thing to happen. The voluptuous, winged woman laughed melodically in response. "There is no brighter place for your soul whether you accept my deal or not. In the end, your soul will end up where it was always meant to be: kneeling at my feet. For I am the Gatekeeper of Eternity, and you are one of my precious children about to come home." It wasn't quite so easy, but explaining how the Nether worked to a mortal took too long. So many questions. Too many. It didn't matter how it worked only that it did; and she would make great effort in securing his tattered soul should he refuse her generous terms.

"You know how to reach me," Vritra sighed as she stepped away. "Ta ta." Her visage passed out of being as she took a step, wreathed in fire. There was better company out there now; too good for her to be stuck in this office after it was so dreadfully clear how much her services had been needed only to be ignored.

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Outside, Vritra slowly moved through the crowd. Her red eyes scanned the faces of those that ran frantically by on course for self-annihilating or enslavement. Hardly any concern of her's. They weren't desperate enough to know a good offer when it was offered; nor their souls particular satisfying to claim. A few of them might have made for a nice bench.

That's when the Sith egging them on caught her attention. Obviously Darth Strosius was their leader, but despite their hunger Vritra had found the arrogance of mortals of late far too holy for her liking. Perhaps she'd try her effort with one of those he'd brought with him then. Someone that hungered and followed for similar purpose, but less... self-assured. Someone like...

You don't need to hold back.

Let go. Embrace the moment. Feel the excitement in those around you; let it guide your hand in parting the flesh of those that bar your way.


Vritra floated nearby with her ruby eyes fastened on Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano as he was surrounded by a sea of crazed creatures.

Give them what they want. Take back this world.

Sometimes all a person needed was a little encouragement. They could talk later. Vritra wanted to see whether the Zabrak was receptive to doing what all creatures were meant to -- doing whatever it took to get what they wanted. And today, what he seemed to want, was to ensure Stosius' designs came to fruition. What better way than to cow the populace by rebuilding the government in his image? Brush away the chaff to make way for a new harvest.

 
Lord Seer of Korriban, Professor & Governor
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Outer Rim
Seswenna
Objective 2: Corporate Espionage
Tags: Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania | Naniti Naniti | Varin Mortifer Varin Mortifer
Kivah Kivah | Anet Raine Anet Raine | Adean Castor Adean Castor | Open!


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While the children conversed, A'Mia was unconcerned by their grumbles or quips about being made to fetch things for her. Such was the way of things, hierarchy and delegation. It was a good test of thinking on their feet and utilizing what resources they had or could find. The neti made her way to a set of squat buildings which housed the offices adjacent to rows of warehouses.

Her bare feet padded along the ground, providing just as important sensory data as her eyes or ears. A'Mia could sense the shift in energy closer to the city center, knew that their sneaky little foray here was well timed indeed. Letting loose two of her shambling vine sithspawn, the woman soon found her way into the back entrance of one of the offices. While she got the lay of the land, her beasties made quick work of two hapless office workers. Their screams silenced quickly by cloying vines.

A'Mia slowed in her exploration of the first floor, reaching out with her senses to try pinpointing the office of that General Manager she was so eager to meet.

 


Naniti shook her head with a smirk at Varin's suggestion. Something told the Togruta A'Mia wouldn't satisfied with a server. 'How do you know there is anything important on there, Acolyte?' the Neti would probably demand before dismissing it entirely. Not that the wooden creature would be wrong to do so.

Varin pointed out finding someone to access it would be the next method. Before Naniti could reply, however, someone else joined the conversation and simply said to torture someone. The Togruta's smile slipped as the intruder continued on without looking back. "I really hate Cathar." She'd only met two -- both women -- and didn't get along with either of them.

"Try not to kill anyone not holding a weapon," the Togruta sighed as she stalked after the first two women. "Unless we have a Witch among us that speaks to the dead." Annoyance had crept into her voice as though she'd already witnessed a few office workers slaughtered, and by the person that had just finished saying it was a skeleton crew. Few bodies, fewer potentials for having access codes, and they were dropping by the minute.

Wtih a tap, Naniti activated a face-filter to keep her identity from being recorded.

"Speaking of predictable," echoing Lysander earlier, "patrol inbound. Don't die." One boot then the other tapped on the ground, and a second later the Togruta rose two inches into the air. Without elaborating, she bolted forward and to the right; her feet swept out to the side like shoving off on ice. Speed built quickly as she went wide to circle in from behind the guards. They wouldn't expect unwelcome visitors to flank them so quickly.

The electric buzz of a lightsaber wasn't heard until the second the violet Togruta was already on their rear rank. With a single spin she slid behind the patrol and sliced through the rearmost two guards. The same momentum carried her away on the otherside of the patrol group.

Rather than swing around to monitor or help, Naniti made a hard turn and swung toward the building. She was going to make a run for the objective. Four people? Everyone else could handle four. Lysander could solo it, if he had a reason to do so. Probably Varin too. Extra crispy style. Naniti wasn't acquainted with the rest, but they'd be fine.

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An eyebrow flicked upward before he could stop it. Try not to kill anyone not holding a weapon? That phrase was lingering longer than it should have. Lysander’s attention turned sideways, already knowing who that line had truly been meant for.

Varin.

But.. yeah, setting boundaries without naming the transgression was efficient. Lysander’s mouth twitched, almost amused, as he exhaled slowly through his nose. The warning barely registered before everything started shifting. He decided to stay where he was for half a second lower. The patrol came into view. Obviously it was more of a pattern than any threat. Routine has a way of bringing overconfidence too, and their intentions were already drifting forward. Predictable indeed.

Rather than advancing, his own presence would recede. It wasn’t even concealment so much as subtraction. The edges softened, keeping him silent long enough as he slid into a negative space near a wall.. one of those places where light was uneven and most eyes would struggle to decide what they were seeing.

Then his cue arrived. Lysander flowed out of the shadow and into motion, curved hilt sliding into his palm. The crimson blade answered with a hiss. Force enhanced strides ate the distance before their confusion could catch up. One of them tried to shout but the blade took the man across the chest at an angle that dropped him right away. Cauterized and silent.

From there he pivoted in the next movement, the turning carrying the next strike in smooth rhythm. Crimson carved through another guard’s side, throwing him aside like he was nothing more than debris. The remaining two registered as unfinished work.
 

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Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Lina Ovmar Lina Ovmar / Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano / Glissara Glissara
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With the backs of His faithful and soon-to-be citizens facing Him, their attentions all stolen by the desire to surge forward as a tide towards the coast that was the capitol building, the masked man allowed Himself to slouch somewhat. Letting the formal tension that had kept His back straight and His shoulder stiff slacken and sag with a breath. His fanged grin widened at the question as He glanced back to regard Lina and idly waggled a finger at her. "Ah ah, what did I say about reading my mind hm?"

The warm tone melted into a slight chuckle as He nodded back forward towards the crowds as they began to meet proper resistance for the first time. Which was of course why the Legionnaires had positioned themselves as the tip of the spear, as the rioters were hardly trained soldiers and warriors. While the Legion engaged the bewildered yet determined authorities, the masses were guided by the various Clerics which had been seeded throughout their number.

Directed towards flanks and into weak points where direct conflict was less likely and a more surprised or vulnerable foe far more so. Some such Clerics even led the charges with themselves at the head, lightsabers or swords flashing with a score of Seswennans running in their wake. Even still these were but the first barricades, loosely defended with few emplacements or real killzones and chokepoints. They were defending mere landmarks, not the actual beating heart of the city which laid further within the center.

And when they did begin to wash against the true defenses, it would be His duty to ensure that they didn't break but instead crashed through them. His soldiers and Sith could do the job as well of course but the people of Seswenna needed something more singular than the masked and hooded ranks of Wonosa, someone central and distinct which they could rally behind. Thankfully Darth Strosius was all too familiar with playing such a role and today would be more of the same.

That and frankly He was just eager to get stuck in the revolutionary fervor Himself. "Yes I think we should definitely find some part of the fun for ourselves, think we can race the mob to the prize?" He asked as He glanced back at Lina, although He was fairly confident that He knew the answer already even as He spoke.

 
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Seswenna
Objective: Aid The Prophet & His Wonosa Forces

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Zhaboka,
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Shadow Mask

Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius | Lina Ovmar Lina Ovmar | Vritra Vritra | Glissara Glissara

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Surging crowds, screaming insurgents and the more level headed, yet still fervent soldiers all blended together in a miasma of barely controlled chaos. Naami's hearts pounded like twin war drums and soon his non-lethal tactics tipped firmly into crippling blows. More than one hapless Seswannen fighting on the wrong side soon met their demise on the end of his wicked dual edged weapon.

You don't need to hold back.

Let go. Embrace the moment. Feel the excitement in those around you; let it guide your hand in parting the flesh of those that bar your way.

He felt more than heard that fell influence. If he’d not already been well within the embrace of the Darkside, high on its promise of power, the wary zabrak might have questioned such a presence upon his mind or even rebuked it. Here, right now? The young man merely reveled in how right it felt. Up ahead, a more significant barrier had been erected. Duracrete blocks stacked and durasteel plating overlapped to create a makeshift wall between him and his objective.

Nothing else mattered but his success.

Create a lane, he warned his men via comms, instinctively taking an athletic stance with the zhaboka braced and his left arm at the fore.

The big man took a deep breath in, growled out through bared teeth, feeling the gathering Force rippling from his core out to his left hand. He’d mastered Force blast in all its iterations but this was something new, something even darker. He sough to erase the obstacles before him. One more breath in and a pause.

A sickening ray of concentrated malice rocketed forth, striking the barricade and causing it to explode backward. Torn metal and blocks became shrapnel and anyone within the area of effect could feel dread seep into their being. Not only had the zabrak broken through a significant defense, his use of the Force was now actively draining the constitution of anyone still left standing within a few hundred yard radius of the blast site.

 
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