The Shadows of Life [ TSE Dominion of Ossus ]

[Jairus Starvald]

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Left to itself, nature overflows any container, overthrows any restriction, and overreaches any boundary. The natural order is not kindness and light. It balances between birth and demise, growth and decay. Everything lives, everything dies- everything eats and in turn… is eaten. It is inexorable, unyielding in its march around that ouroboros cycle. Too many forget that the Forest is the ultimate in uncaring cruelty- not because it takes that face with deliberation, but because, in the end, nothing is given amnesty from the natural order of life and death.

Within the ancient Great Library of the Jedi, the Sith met the Alliance in battle. Darkness and cold metal met fire and light. At the center they merged into the dance of life and death that is central to the natural order, and once more falling into the same cycle that neither could fully escape from.

Now the Empire has come to claim Ossus in truth. This time, the cruelty of life had overshadowed the brightness of death.

The ancient ruins of the Jedi Academy were once the ancestral grounds of the Ysanna. There they guarded the secrets of the old Jedi and made their own. Except… the Ysanna disappeared shortly after the skirmish. The Empire took this as the prime opportunity to erect a Sith Temple there, to honor their Dark Lord and the might of their Empire. Now the workers have disappeared, following in the footsteps of the Ysanna.

Elsewhere the Sith Tree, Coniferous, is twisting and shaping nature around the grounds of the Great Jedi Library. The trees have overgrown the place, roots shattering ancient duracrete, the forest holds its breath as the corruption of the Darkside grows.

But something presses against the influence of the tree.

Light… deep inside the jungle.

It holds back progress. Demand a return to the balance of the forest. It must be destroyed, whatever it is.

Burl, scurf and bower. Birth fern and flower.​

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• Build the Sith Temple on the site of the ancient Jedi Academy. Guard against the mysterious force making the Empire’s workers disappear. (ooc: there is no plan for what is causing the disappearances, make this arc your own and enjoy!)
• Join Coniferous as he journeys towards the center of the forest to complete its transformation. Study the forest if you wish, but beware, it is not a forest of Light. It is, without question, one of Darkness.
• Explore the settlement of Knossa, a one-time center of the Jedi, now ripe to be influenced by Sith-Imperialism. Bring supplies, expand on the town’s defenses and infrastructure. Show those that live there that the Empire takes care of its civilians and persuade them to join in peace.
• Bring your own objective!

Written with: [member="Vessa"]​

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Objective 2: Birth Fern and Flower
Nearby: [member="Coniferous"] and other fronds maybe

"But why?"

Vessa was sitting on a curving root, still a little springy for it's newness, despite the width. Her bare feet were pushing into the soil that the root had exposed to the air, using her toes like little diggers to soften it after it had been compacted by the duracrete for so long. Over her head, trees grew, having punched through the ceiling, letting in light to the new forest floor. As she dug little shallow indents for a cluster of seeds clutched in her small hand, behind her the roots of the tree she was sitting on curled around the corpse of an Alliance soldier. The process was slow, difficult to watch and see the progress, but every time one looked over their shoulder, a little more of the body had been covered by the fine, twining roots. Vessa shifted herself comfortably, looking up at Coniferous.

"Why would something stop the growth?"

She was genuinely puzzled and it showed on her face. Absently she reached over, using a small knife to cut the fingers off of the corpse behind her. The roots snaked slightly, letting her in, then greedily speeding up to prevent more of food that would fuel the tree's growth in the month to come from being taken for something else. Carefully, she buried each finger once the soil was soft enough. Above each, she planting a seed- five in total, covering them lovingly and patting the top of the soil lightly as if to tuck them in.

Standing up, she brushed her hands off absently on her thighs, but not much caring about the soil in the lines of her hands or beneath her nails. With a pat on the trunk of the tree that had been her seat, she hopped down from her spot and over to Coniferous.

"Okay, I'm ready."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Behemoth stood silhouetted against the backdrop of Ossus, its body wreathed in the debris of over a dozen warships who had tried to rush the Emperor's flagship with hopes of overwhelming the dreadnought.

They had all failed.

Now the titanic vessel cruised through the wreckage, blasting apart the hulls of ships that proved an obstacle to its steady advance. The ruins of a Trimiran-class Star Defender listed lazily across the dreadnought's flight path, the contents of its interior still spilling out from where the Behemoth's main cannon had pierced its belly; frigid corpses tumbling in the dark expanse of the void. A multitude of dorsal twin heavy turbolasers trained in on the Trimiran, blasting it apart with several sustained barrages that ultimately scythed the entire warship in half.

Whatever remnants of the Alliance taskforce that hadn't been destroyed or outright routed from the system were being hunted down, squadrons of TIE fighters and support ships roamed the system in search for any vermin that might try to run when the spotlight was shined upon them. There had been a couple lucky finds, but otherwise the search was bearing little fruit.

It didn't matter though, Ossus was firmly under Imperial Occupation.

The Emperor himself had been transferred to the planet's surface, a cadre of Crownguard shadowing his every step as he toured the captured Jedi Academy. An army of engineers and their peons had flooded the temple grounds, taking detailed measurements of its architecture, cataloging every scrap they could come across before ruthlessly tearing it down and scattering the gravel that remained to the wild. Controlled charges were placed around annexes that had been sweeped and cleared, toppling down entire structures at the behest of the Sith who oversaw the demolition efforts.

It was good, it pleased the Emperor.

The Jedi Academy would be torn down, brick by brick, and a new structure would rise to bring his vision of a dark Ossus to life.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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Classified Construction Zone, Eocho Mountains, Ossus
​Near Kyber Crystal Caves...

After so many years darkness fell over the cultural center of the Jedi.

​As a great Sith Armada surrounded the once great world of light a storm the likes of which has never been seen before erupted. The skies were filled with so many transport vehicles it blotted out the sunlight in various areas over the world that once held allegiance to the light. But these were no great military assault, no force hell bent on annihilation. This was the full might of the industrial superpower that was the Sith Empire at work. A massive innumerable horde of great transports and construction barges set out deep in the Eocho Mountains where clouds of black smoke began to rise in the air. It was a massive construction zone closed off from the rest of the chain under orders from the Imperial Throne. The site of this construction was a valley deep in the inhospitable mountains filled with jagged rocks and spike formations, where the rich Adegan crystal deposits could still be located, their exteriors still carrying banners and carvings of the Jedi Order.

That would end.

The center of this construction was near one of the massive jagged mountains renamed Mount Utum by the Sith in the valley of Nargus where construction efforts were already underway by many thousands of droids and large ranging from individual units to large construction machinery, all led by their organic supervisors from the Sith-Imperial Corps of Engineers. They had already began working to erect great walls and spires of black iron, while others filled the mountain passes leading into these mines and began their work in equally colossal efforts of building and harvesting underground. This particular valley was chosen well to become the site of a new Sith Fortress, a military headquarters as well as a harvesting facility that would carve deep into the mountains to mine out the valuable crystal within.

Behold Malagard the Black Fortress.

​Through the swarm that descended to reinforce efforts came a the modified Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle 'Midnight' cutting through the swarm that gave this shuttle a wide berth and a clear path down to the surface. A landing zone was designated for them and cleared of all personnel except for a large cabinet waiting for the arrival. This saw Malgrog the High Warlord of the Jen Lazea, along with his horde personally undertaking the protection of this great project. Alongside him stood first of the Hyal'Hâsk the Warlord Gorkai​, the renowned Siegemaster of the Jen'Lazea Warlord Ukrauth, and the mystic Warlord Amon all patiently waiting for the descending shuttle.

Meanwhile the Shadow Hand himself Darth Prazutis stood aboard his shuttle a full complement of Crownguard present along with his chief lieutenant Lazerus and a small retinue the man remained silent only until his master turned towards him and nodded once, a signal to begin. "Your excellency first thing you have a defense briefing by High Warlord Malgrog and a portion of his cabinet immediately followed by a meeting with the supervising engineering corps Overseer and a full update on the construction project. After which you will have a military briefing with high command conducted remotely with Mallear and Croscal, followed by your intelligence briefing, a few brief legislative meetings." Lazerus said rapidly. A light start all things considered but there was more to do still.

"Have someone keep me updated throughout the day on all efforts conducted here on Ossus if it's significant I want to know about it, as well as any conflict. Let's do the Emperor's schedule now." ​He ordered back to the man.

​"Yes my lord. As for the Emperor his majesty is coming to personally oversee construction over the site of the former Great Library. He has several meetings on his agenda and several meeting requests from six sector governors, the Voivode would like a few words, the current leader of Knossa requests a meeting and he has briefings with the Saaraishash." ​Lazerus said, all things involving [member="Darth Carnifex"] went through him first before they even made it to the Emperor's desk.

"Cancel the sector governors and inform the Voivode that the Emperor is presently unavailable send any future requests through this office. Inform the former leader of Knossa that his request is denied, that the Emperor will not be wasting his time with him or any of the Jedi sympathizes that infest his soon to be removed regime. Fold the Saaraishash briefing into our schedule, have someone keep the Emperor updated on all critical information surrounding Ossus and when we have time I would like to speak with him." P​razutis ordered. The governors jostled for position and there were always meeting requests on his desk, one's distance to the Emperor meant everything in the political world and meetings as well as invitations by the throne to governors could be used in their competitive world, Kaine was a busy man and he had neither the time nor the patience for groveling bureaucrats.

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[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Watch the Dark Lord revel in his victory

It had been... well an unmitigated disaster would be an understatement. The Alliance force, led here for something that hadn't actually been on world, had failed to defend the world from the Sith Empire. The Great Library was overgrown with a malicious forest, exuding darkness, while the remaining population and survivors were hunted down by Sith forces. Taeli had already seen, as per her role as acting Grand Marshal, to the evacuation of several small teams of Jedi and surviving GA personnel.

Her transport hadn't even reached the planet, the pilot deeming it too unsafe to land, and they had jumped to the designated rendezvous over her objections. She had elected to bring another small retrieval team, hidden within the wastes to gather survivors, while she went to scout out what the Sith were doing at the Jedi academy her sister had built and the Great Library. Her abilities with the White Current had been the ideal way to go about it, projecting illusions of herself around while her true body, masked and cloaked, accompanied the Dark Lord. She had already reported to her retrieval team what the Sith were doing, but no one was in any position to stop them. She would be returning shortly, after she investigated whether or not any artifacts or important histories were left.

She remembered this place fondly, especially the small meditation spot that had been her sister's favorite. That was gone now, nothing but dust in the wind as the Sith engineers tore the place apart bit by bit. Soon, all of it would be gone, replaced by something... grander.

"How long have you desired this, my Lord?" she asked, keeping a respectful distance behind [member="Darth Carnifex"] as he toured the place with his retinue.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective 2: Birth Fern and Flower
Nearby: Vessa and other fronds maybe

Coniferous rested amidst the meadow and waited for Vessa.

"While we see beauty, some see horror." In truth death was beauty in its own way. A realization that [member="Vessa"] already possessed from the way she was sorting out those little fingers, pushing one after another into the ground, so that roots could grow from the seed above. It surprised him- even after all this time, that she was so... familiar with the ways of the Dalan without being one.

He hummed to himself as Vessa buried the fingers and the seeds after them.

Already something grew within, but Coniferous didn't push it too much.

Within him there was a pit of exhaustion. They had sung for days, over and over again, strengthening the vines and the forests. Around them the Sith had fallen one by one -- some dead, some simply limp and others fading into sleep -- until only a few remained. "It's not their fault, little Vessa." Con murmured softly as he rose up, allowing his forestation to catch a glimpse of sun between the thick overbrush. "They haven't known the touch of nature for most of their life..... all of this is strange to them." This was a truth Coniferous knew.

Vessa received a nod.

As did the others resting between the trees, some distance away from them.

Respect? Fear? Did they pull comfort from the proximity of civilization's ruin? The Library was all but destroyed now as nature reclaimed what these mammals had taken from it.

"We go then."

And go, they went.

Coniferous took a knee, of course, allowing Vessa to settle down on his shoulder before they went. Towards that infernal light in the middle of the jungle, unnatural, forced, it had little to do with nature. For nature had no mercy, it grew and drew as it wanted and that was the end of that. Some described that as a horror, as of the dark, but in truth?

It was simply life unaltered by the perception of the limited.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"For many years, my lady. For many, many years."

The Emperor spoke somberly, his tone softened as he took in the immensity of what was transpiring. The old worn temple was being reduced to nothingness piecemeal, like an old corpse slowly being picked apart by scavengers until only bones remained.

Not even bones would be left once the Emperor's vision was granted, there would only be the uprooted earth where the temple once stood proud, a beacon of defiance against the rising tide of darkness.

Now forever quelled.

In its place he would erect an edifice of darkness, a true monument to the glory, prestige, and righteousness of his Empire that would set the hearts of his subjects aflame with pride and passion. They would set their eyes upon the new temple, and would weep at its grandeur, it's dark majesty. He had already chosen several materials to serve as the basic construction materials for the new temple, one of which was a volcanic rock known as basalt. The igneous rock was harvested from Eol Sha, a volcanic world within the Empire's domain, and it had been transported to Ossus in great quantities following the Alliance's withdrawal from the region.

"And what emotions does the temple's destruction evoke in you? Do your thoughts dwell on your sibling?"

[member="Taeli Raaf"]​

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective III

Yet again, Zahori was put in a overseer position of the construction of a Imperial military station on a recent conquest. However, what made this one different was that instead of constructing a whole new position, Zahori wished to reconstruct an abandoned one. Several centuries ago, during the Mandalorian Wars, the Republic constructed a military complex on Ossus' moon of Nerit. Since then, the complex had been abandoned for reasons unknown.

Not anymore.

Shadows swarmed the surface of the moon as several Imperial dropships came into the moon's airspace, carrying a hefty load of construction materials. Zahori not only wanted to rebuild the station, she wanted it improved leagues beyond the previous incarnation. She arrivved in the Malicious One, her freshly crated personal starfighter, escorted by sevel TIE fighters to her destination.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

"A certain sense of... nostalgic melancholy, my Lord," she replied.

Corvus, and the Jedi Order she been a part or, built up, and eventually led, had built this place to be a center of the light. Even when the planet was abandoned by the Republic during the war against the One Sith, and it was taken by the Silver Jedi, it had held a special place in her sister's heart. It was also the place where Taeli had started her quiet ascent, they had even just walked past where her first office had been once the Order started to trust her after her 'defection.'

"My sister would weep at what was being done, internally anyways," she continued, placing a hand lightly against one pillar. "This was her home for... many years, and even though she was supposedly the ideal every Jedi should strive for, this place held meaning to her. It pained her greatly to leave the world to the Silvers."

But just like her sister, that incorruptible pillar of the Jedi that had been tarnished and vanished, so too would this edifice of the Jedi fade away.

"I am sure my other sibling would be celebrating our purpose here today though."

Melori had always been... passionate about her goal of hurting Corvus for what happened to their family, and the corrupting of Ossus would probably have her having kittens. Such an odd saying from Corellia.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

2 - Fern and Flower
[member="Coniferous"] [member="Vessa"]

Joycelyn Zambrano had never one to truly admire the majesty of a good forest. Why, most of her interactions with wood were in preparation of a Vahla rite. The Ember built a lot of pyres and even now, wood was the best for burning heretics. Not too quick, not too slow. Perfect. It was funny really, that one who worshipped fire and its ability to destroy were to accompany the little girl and the walking tree - Freaks of nature in the most literal sense.

"I don't know where it came from, Mace. I just know he's a Sith Knight and knows the forest better than we do."

As she spoke, Joycelyn was thumbing the edge of Zaudraka, checking it for wear and tear. It was an exercise in futility, of course. He never lost his edge. Yet, it kept her hands busy and it made her look busy. She had already cleared her firearm twice, checked the ammunition, double checked her straps. She looked up at the broken architecture of the once great library, resting between the thick roots of trees. It all looked old, but it had been, what? Days?

"But what's with the kid? It ain't natural. Trees shouldn't walk." Mace put the clip in his blaster. "Least of all talk."

Joycelyn shrugged and looked over at the tree and the kid as she turned the blade over in her lap and checked the other side for rolling. They were coming closer, talking about something. It looked like the tree had given her some sage advice, judging by the nods. Quickly, the Vahlacanthix got to her feet and sheathed the large, curved sword. She looked to the other side of her and quickly grabbed [member="Thyne"]'s collar, pulling him up to his feet. Mace was quick to follow, holstering his blaster and eyeing Coniferous.

"We are ready for departure."

If it weren't for the blade at her side and her frankly gigantic stature, Joycelyn would have looked like just another scout in the Sith-Imperial legion. Her armour was light and white, a poncho of dull green fabric draped her shoulders, and a Ripper rested on her hip opposite Zaudraka.

Coniferous reply made her nod and make a great wave of her arm. The little squad they brought with them all picked up the last of their things and got in line for the trek into the depth of the forest, towards the light.

 

[Lemon]

OSSUS

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AURIL SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES | OBJECTIVE: 4

Another target. Another acquisition. Another generous payment.

Is that all a life is worth? A lifetime of experiences, feelings, and thoughts wiped away with the simple act of pulling a trigger. There was a certain mental fortitude that came with being a bounty hunter. You must be able to take a life as soon as one began- unfeeling in the act. At the end of the day, it wasn't personal, it was just business.

A Jedi remained on Ossus, a husk of his former self. So devoted to a cause that all stability departed his mind. A weed in the garden of Ossus, and Fett was the hand to pluck it out.

The Bounty Hunter waded throughout the dense the jungle, his boots crunching leaves beneath his feet as the sounds of the jungle echoed in his mind. The large, the small, the flightless, and those that soared. A noise came from them all, drowned out by the focus of a hunter with a different kind of prey. Man. Over and under, the terrain proving difficult to traverse. A relic of the past reflecting upon his visor, inside the quarry. A Jedi. Oh, how he loathed them. Vengeance was a fine motivator.

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[Thyne]

2 - Let it Grow
[member="Vessa"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Coniferous"]

In the months that were his lifetime, Thyne had been exposed to all sorts of surroundings and backdrops. Snow, the battlefield, more examination rooms than he could count. The forest was new. Nature itself was for the most part, new. He was uncertain just how to comprehend its majesty, wide eyes scarcely moving away from the scenery, not even when someone threw a poncho over his person. Between the greens of the poncho and the blacks of his tunic and hair, his complexion bore a stark contrast, appearing more grey than your typical flesh tones.

There was a brief grunt of protest as he was hauled to his feet, both Joycelyn's towering height and the sheer muscle she had on the boy had his legs temporarily flailing before they were returned to solid ground. He cast a quick look at her and the rest of the little group, momentarily taken aback by the new companions. A giant tree, with a little girl upon their back. That, too, was new. His hand drifted to his lightsaber, stopping as Joycelyn addressed the two.

"We're going in there," his words were more statement than a question, attention snapping back to the little group and away again. He'd been present for the briefing, albeit more so in body over spirit, his mind wandering as it was now. Perhaps the cloning process, the altercations along with uncontrollable little mutations in the genome, had altered more than intended, leaving the boy with a disposition for the absentminded. "What are we expecting to encounter?"

 

[Saeva]

Objective: Open challenge
Location: Forest, outskirts of Knossa

Arsaces sat in a keeled position, rested upon the soft forest surface. While trees were all around him, he knew he did not have to travel far east to quickly be upon the city of Knossa.

His eyes were closed, although it was not an observable truth due to his full-body armour that kept him concealed. Arsaces always wore that armour. Idris never did. And so the two remained separate.

Arsaces meditated, upon the Force, the lifeforms on Ossus be they Sith or native. His muscles ached for a fight, and little did he care with whom he fought. They would be tested to see whether they adhered to the principles of God.

He hadn't been here for the clash between Galactic Alliance and Sith Empire. Now that the fighting was over, he felt lost and without a purpose. It agitated him.

He was mostly here because his writer wanted some bling.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​It was loud.

​There was an endless buzzing in the air and the relentless whirring of construction droids all around that exploded the second the ramp descended from his shuttle. The Shadow Hand descended the ramp surrounded by his retinue with Lazerus by his side, the familiar tap of the man's cane ever present. But most of his retinue were nothing like the monsters that knelt before him. Malgrog the God-Splitter was quite simply gargantuan he seemed ever taller with the trophies of bone that sat atop his ragged armor, Ukrauth was visibly smaller than his liege but equally massive in nature carrying a veritable arsenal of weapons, virtually a mirror in the unique equipment carried by Gorkai. Amon was the oddball of the Warlords gathered before him. He wore a mixture of hide robes and armor with his face painted bone white, a common practice from the graug that had origins in the priests of the Holy Clan of Gratos.

The complement of Crownguard expanded allowing the Warlords to fall in around their lord, Malgrog walking at his side while the other three trailed a few steps behind them.

"Status." He asked.

"The Jen'Lazea have fully secured Nargus Valley with elements from Warlords Ukrauth, Gorkai and Amon gathered before you. We encountered light resistance from scattered elements of Alliance military in the area, all of which were slaughtered and hunted down through the mountains but they are like rats there's bound to be more." Malgrog said in his deep baritone voice with great respect.

"Malagard is of great importance to the Sith Empire in addition to being the primary Sith Fortress it will be the main site where we will mine the valuable Adegan crystals for our war machine. I expect this to be treated more delicately than other operations we've run of late. Bring down the best to guard this project." He ordered.

"I've mobilized a legionnaire dominant force with a substantial Centurion presence from Gorkai's commanders. We have a full complement of war beasts, a force of glycons with combat harnesses and an auxiliary force of Sithspawn to augment our forces. Ukrauth has brought a supply of war machines installed at fortified locations on the locked perimeter as well, were ready for anything." Malgrog replied. A legionnaire dominant force was incredibly deadly, it meant only veterans who advanced beyond the rank and file with a vicious cunning and malevolent intellect only a rare few among the graug were known for. In normal situations the elite forces were kept in reserve for most of the battle and outnumbered by the cannon fodder that filled the advanced waves.

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[Uhtred Kjartan]

Objective: Beef up security on the construction site
Purpose for assisting: Credits involved
Allies: TSE and their allies, for now
Enemies: Mysterious enemy kidnapping workers
Post: 1


The construction ground of the Sith Empire's new temple was like something that he'd never seen before. It was.... stunning, almost beautiful. It almost made him want to join their cause, but then again, who would take him on? Who would teach him their ways? Lasky wasn't evil, and he truly believed that the Sith weren't evil either. They just used fear as their outlet. Fear is contagious, it starts rumors, rumors spread, and next thing you know, no one wants to mess with you and your band of Rebels, you and your band of Jedi, you and your gang, or you and your mercenaries. Whatever the group, fear would be the key to ultimate control of the galaxy, and he understood that. So, he understood the Sith and their purpose of controlling fear. They wanted to spread as far as they could, and the Jedi and Rebels were simply in their way of accomplishing their goals.

When he first arrived at the base of the construction ground, he took a quick stroll. He wasn't armed with anything besides a sword he used in his childhood for when he fought with his local militia, and ensued an uprising against the government on that small backwater of a planet. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, no sort of trails to follow, no sort of identifying objects.. Until he set his eyes on it.. a pair of keys lying in a bush nearby.. They were to access the storage room on the site, apparently. He picked the keys up and had the intent of investigating, but he simply went back towards the base of the site. Nothing stood out to him, yet. Nothing reached out to him through whatever this 'force' that he was 'sensitive' to was. Nothing. He simply stared in astonishment at the building. The workers' will to get the job done amazed him. Almost as if they were controlled by the fear that if they didn't finish it within a certain time frame, something would happen to them.

And there he stood, looking down from the area the temple would be constructed out into nature. He wondered to himself what could be taking the workers for a moment, and then sank into deep thought. His eyes were still scanning the area, but his mind was somewhere else. Using his imagination.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Objective: 3 - Exemplify Sith rule
Location: Knossa
Allies: [member="Sera Sadow"]

The battle at the Great Library had been a tiring one, the Jedi desperately trying to stop the Sith from taking control of one of the relics of the Jedi come and gone. But they had failed, an unsurprising fact to the Echani. She had started to build up an impressive list of victories against her light side counterparts and the ego that came with those had begun to make the Acolyte overconfident.

For now however she would be able to relax and enjoy the local settlement nearby, a small town called Knossa that acted as the main hub of activity nearby.

And assist in it's conversion.

It was doubtful that convincing the people to agree with Sith rule would be difficult, after all the Jedi pressed their efforts into saving the temple over the nearby town and managed to fail both. All they need now was a tiny push in the right direction and they could live the comfortable and safe life that all Imperial citizens did on other worlds.

Instead of her typical robes, Jorryn had changed into a proper Imperial outfit as befitting her rank. It would be important for the people to be able to see and identify their new rulers, but dressing in her official outfit would hopefully garner more good will to the military as a whole.

She inspected herself proudly one last time before exiting the makeshift admin building that the Empire had set up, pulling the officer's cap down over her pale hair before beginning her leave. As Jorryn neared the exit her attention was brought to a girl sitting near the main entrance of the building, the kempt appearance of hers thrown off by the simpleness of her clothing. Nonetheless she seemed unoccupied currently and Jorryn didn't mind haven't some company to assist her in bringing the settlement to hell.

"You there, I need some assistance in the town." Her natural superior tone seeping into the request, though cautiously turning sweeter. Jorryn didn't know her rank and in the Sith caution was always important. "Do you mind coming with me?"

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective III


"Are those the defenses?"

"Yes ma'am. The VT-Planetary Defense Cannons as you requested. 10 in total, ma'am."

"Good. Have them within the complex in case someone actually decides to land on the moon. And the shielding?"

"We are working on that now, Admiral. Currently calculating the radius of the complex upon completion in order to achieve full coverage by the shield."

The plans were slowly coming together as more dropships brought supplies for the construction of the complex. It would be a colossal undertaking, but Zahori was granted sufficient manpower to complete her operation. A FOB was created in order to have all the plans in one area for Zahori to readily access when needed. Her eyes were currently on a hologram of the old complex in disrepair. "The Republic failed to see the potential of this moon. I shall not make the same mistake."

"Admiral, we've encountered a tribe of Neti just on the outskirts of the construction zone. They don't appear to happy that we've intruded upon their lands."

"Their lands!? Take me to them."

 

[Sera Sadow]

Objective: Exemplify Sith Rule
Location: Knossa
Allies: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

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In the admin building in Knossa, Sera waited. She didn't look like she was waiting; she hummed to music in her head, read her datapad, tinkered with her arm's electronics, and just generally tried to appear as inconspicuous as possible. Part of the mission was, after all, not letting the target know she was on a mission.

Said mission was, while not the simplest assignment she'd ever been given, much preferable to her last excursion. Make contact with one Jorryn Fordyce. Assist her in her operations on Ossus. Gain her trust, and therefore the trust of the Inquisition. Return to Maena for further instruction. No dueling Knights, no outdated intel, no getting dismembered. Simple.

From the corner of her eye, Sera glimpsed a white-haired young lady heading her way, and then - yes, there it was. She was being addressed.

"You there, I need some assistance in the town."

Confident. Authoritarian. Arrogant? Yes. Just a bit arrogant. This was going to be easy. The Sithling rose from her seat, brushed off her jacket, and put on her best "sycophantic underling" smile before offering a small half-bow in Jorryn's direction.

"Of course, ma'am! Always happy to help a servant of the Empire."

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Objective: Exemplify the Sith
Location: Knossa
Allies: [member="Sera Sadow"]

The Echani visibly perked up as the girl responded enthusiastically to her request to join her, pushing back the curious appearance as perhaps just being an enthusiastic local or perhaps from the battle and not having her proper uniform. The dreary state of her attire didn't matter to Jorryn as much as the fact that she listened to her.

"The enthusiasm is appreciated." The grin on Jorryn's face was clear, hopefully she could carry this attitude into the settlement as they show Imperial superiority. "It's nothing too urgent, just a simple inspection of the town and it's people."

The door slowly opened itself to the cool air outside as the Acolyte urged her new companion to follow her with a small motion of her head before exiting herself. The streets were already crawling with Imperial presence, the easiest way to assimilate the local population was to surround them with loyalists and slowly change their views to that which fit the Empire.

"So then," She muttered as her pace slowed to a saunter. "How did you find yourself here?"

Jorryn had found herself taking part in the battle of the Great Library but many other of their forces had simply arrived after the fact, coming to further the Empire's seducing of Ossus into following it's ways. She was curious whether the girl had been part of the same battle, came with the colonists, or was part of some other Sith Lord's private plans for this world.

 

[Vio]

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