Dominion The Smog │ SE Dominion of Chandaar

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective II/IV

She despised the idea, in general, of giving more land and worlds to the Graug horde and their master, Other Space Kaiden . She had been quite clear to Maliphant on Ossus on the subject, and she fully intended, if the Graug made for Voss, to deal with that situation as was needed. Chandaar was another world that the Graug didn't deserve to take, and it would only hurt the fledgling state for the Sith Eternal if they couldn't build a significant industry.

The factories of this world were known for their pollution already, and Graug tendencies would only make it worse. Creating the exclusion zones, if they could, with the negotiations with Darth Empyrean would only accomplish so much. Smog and pollution would force out anyone within those zones eventually, and she had an inkling of a suspicion that even if the zones were created, Vulcanus would direct his horde to pollute faster, to poison the lands for his race to propagate.

She was going to make that harder for him.

Aurora Industries had developed droid specifically to help clean up a planet's atmosphere in an efficient way, and she had brought several dozen along to get started. The Anemoi Purification Droids were lined up in a row in the factory district, techs looking them over to make sure nothing had gone wrong with their transport from the factory.

"Contact Maliphant and let him know we are all ready," she said quietly.

It would be a negotiating point he could possibly use with the locals, a way to make and keep their cities safe from Graug pollution and clean up their own.

 

[Darth Veradun]

DARTH VERADUN

{ { { Objective: III. The Silver Lining} } }
{ { { Location: Chandaar} } }
{ { { Gear & Assets: Armor, Lightsaber, Com-link, Holotransmitter} } }
{ { { Tag(s): Arcturus Dinn , Ishani Dinn , open} } }

{ { { THEME } } }​

Veradun calmly approached the group of soldiers and the two acolytes from behind. He moved quite silent for a man of his size and for being clad in a suit of heavy armour. The hood was drawn over his pale head and he was deep in the dark armorweave of his cape. The arms were just hanging at his sides as he looked down at the talking individuals. Yet his presence could be felt for those attuned in the Force, a growing menace at the edge of the senses.

They were discussing the possible entries, the best tactics to enter, thinking like soldiers. The Sith Lord narrows his eyes ever so slightly as they considered to either take it by assault or by an assault with grenades. Processing the information they had, it was not too much to be expected from this mission, but still he could see if these acolytes had any worth.

The stealth proposal had at least some value and would demand some proper skills to be used, rather than going in with the military. Darth Veradun was a fan of conflict and violence, but he learned to understand that all out war will only bring limited results. There are far better options to achieve the wanted results than sending a division of troopers into the battle.

"You will find a more suitable way than using the soldiers or grenades, acolytes. Show some cunning rather than ignorance."​

 

[Baalagor]

Objective II
Darth Empyrean | Sharan Maevel

Baalagor was able to sense the contempt emanating from the Sith Lord even before he spoke, and had she been more bold would have perhaps risen to and challenged him on it. As it was she let it be, listening to his offer as it was presented. For a few moments afterwards she remained silent, not so much considering it as remembering what she had been told by her master beforehand: the Graug did not bend.

"No." She let that answer hang in the air, remaining seated for the moment. "The Burned God would remind you who ultimately helped break Ossus and bring the Jedi to their knees." It was a carefully phrased retort, and she faced Maliphant directly, the smallest of a satisfied smile on her lips. It was almost a challenge, daring him to press the issue. In the end they both knew it would be Vulcanus answering any insult, his shadow perpetually overhanging everything she said or did.

The hologram was ignored for the simple fact that she couldn't see it, but would likely had been disregarded even if she could. She knew very well her master's intent for this world and its resources, and it stood in direct opposition to everything he represented.

"He would ask you that if you believe the Graug owe something to the Sith, then why not come and take it yourself? If you wish to use the factories on the planet, then you should offer something of use to the Burned God and give him a reason to consider your proposal. Graug take what we want, we don't use credits." Her head tilted just so in his direction, indicating she had finished with her counter.

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Here.​

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Well he supposed that made sense. And having someone on the ground who was able to scout ahead and figure out numbers before they arrived was admittedly very useful. Less chance of being noticed when you were one in a crowd.​

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His gaze shifted to the owl for a second. Okay, so two in a crowd. Either way.​

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"Yeah, stealth is probably preferable. You see six but there could be more inside, or waiting for a call. I--"​

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Another Sith, a stranger to him in truth, spoke up soon after. He spoke of cunning and ignorance and that just made Arcturus frown ever so slightly. "Discussing possible routes hardly seems ignorant," he retorted calmly, keeping his cool and his tone respectful, "And Miss Sibwarra did suggest stealth would be preferable..."​

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When he caught a sight of the man who had spoken though he paled ever so slightly. Though he wasn't the tallest in the Galaxy, Arcturus had never felt particularly small in the presence of others. In fact he spent a lot of time around fellow Acolytes who were smaller than he. Ishani, for example. But this man, this man... He made Arc feel like a child again.​

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Quite clearly he was no Acolyte.​

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"Uh... I mean... Yeah... Another route, My Lord..." Whether Knight or Lord he didn't rightly care in that moment. All he could wonder was how they were possibly going to make it in unseen with such a giant of a man at their side.​

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Ishani Dinn Darth Veradun ​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Ishani turned to look at the giant stranger as he spoke. If she had been wearing sunglasses, she would’ve lowered them slightly in order to peer up at the man through narrowed eyes. He certainly provided plenty of shade from the sun.

The shift in Arc’s demeanor to submission as he realized the man’s rank did little to quell her annoyance. In fact, it only aggravated her even more that he was acknowledging this towering bully. Who had made this clown a Darth? He was rude and unhelpful, and just seemed to enjoy butting in for the sake of it rather than to offer guidance or a suggestion.

Granted, she kept these thoughts to herself. Addressing the Darth with her usual timid voice, she asked, “My Lord, are you capable of Force Concealment? Could you maybe extend it to the rest of our task force? Then we could sneak in undetected.”

She had a feeling he wasn’t capable of Force Concealment, given his massive size. He seemed like the type to go barging in and bluntly smash the opposition. But if he was, she’d be stroking his ego, amping him up to be a master of the skill, giving him the opportunity to cloak the entire team. At the very least, it would help them get the job done.

Arcturus Dinn Darth Veradun​

 

[Darth Veradun]

DARTH VERADUN

{ { { Objective: III. The Silver Lining} } }
{ { { Location: Chandaar} } }
{ { { Gear & Assets: Armor, Lightsaber, Com-link, Holotransmitter} } }
{ { { Tag(s): Arcturus Dinn , Ishani Dinn , open} } }

{ { { THEME } } }​

Veradun noticed their reactions even though he was looking ahead at the targeted area, considering the possible entry ways while the guy stumbled over his own words and the girl tried to be smart. Difficult to judge who would be less useful, at least she came up with a good idea, while the boy was shitting his pants.

The Dark Lord set his eyes on the building and then down at his brave companions.

"Each of you, take a guard and find a way in on either flank. I will teach the one who enters first and unseen Force Cloak. Report when you are there and what you have discovered."

Lord Veradun did not move or say 'go' or anything, he was just turning his view back on the entrance and the guards there. It would not take him too long to take them out, but time was a factor, they needed to get in and making it a challenge for these two would spice it up, either they die or they succeed. Both are good outcomes for the Sith.

After a few moments he would silently gesture to the remaining soldiers to silently move into position to cover the entrance and rush in as soon as the path was cleared by him.​

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Being caught off guard and fumbling over his words didn't seem to last long. He hadn't been expecting anyone more than an Acolyte to be alongside them, and that was his mistake. But now he knew, and given his affiliation toward the great Grundark the size quickly waned too. He inhaled a slow breath, then nodded as their instructions were given.​

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"Got it," he said, before turning his sights to Ishani Dinn and giving the girl a charming grin. "You remembered the sand, right?" he inquired, raising a rather daring eyebrow as he spoke. Almost in challenge. "Catch you on the other side, girl..."​

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There was more he might have said or done had they been alone, but they weren't. So instead as he made his way back down to ground level, and toward the side he'd be entering from, he cut her an extra message. Telepathically. They did that a lot as of late, huh?​

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Stay safe in there, alright? And if you make one of the guys on the inside sleep I'll buy lunch. Deal?​

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Then, slowly but surely, he began to focus upon the Force. He drew in on himself, the way in which Arthos Vynea had taught him, and began to dampen his presence. With enough time and effort he could slip below the radar entirely, but they didn't really have the time. So he turned the ring on his finger, focused on that too, and allowed its natural stealth enhancement capabilities to get to work.​

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He'd managed to sneak into Alina Tremiru 's family estate without detection before, and that was without the ring. Now? Well... Hopefully he'd do even better now than he had then. Because the late Lady Tremiru hadn't even suspected him of Force Sensitivity back then. He could remember the look on her face even now when she realized she'd been bamboozled.​

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Death had come swiftly for her after that.​

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And with any luck, the task at hand would prove equally as fruitful now.​

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Darth Veradun ​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Big Darth offered to teach the person who got there first how to Cloak themselves. Considering that she didn’t know how to do that (and had even confused the name of the power itself, calling it Concealment) whereas Arcturus had a magic invisibility ring, she was in a bit of a pickle there. Oh well. Training threads are boring and the Force will do whatever you will, so long as you don’t give up.

In answer to Arcturus’ question, she held up the bag of sleepsand and jiggled it.

As he left, she released Nephthys. “Go find a nice tasty rat or something,” she told the owl, watching it fly off into the smog. Then she ambled down the slope, heading for the opposite side.

<You’re on, boy.>

She hoped they had decent places to eat at on this planet.

Having reached the side entrance, she focused. Invisible, I’m invisible, nobody can see me. Should be easy enough. Most people don’t notice me anyway…

She raised her hands to check. Ayyy, she could see through them! She wiggled her fingers experimentally, noticing that with sudden movements it fizzled a bit. Well, she’d be slow and careful, then.

Creeping inside, it wasn’t long before she stumbled upon her first guard. It was tempting to do something silly with her newfound power, like tripping the guy. But she knew she couldn’t play around. Reaching into her bag, she grasped a handful of sand—successfully resisted the urge to scream when some of the grains fell to the floor, fully visible—and threw it at the guard’s face.

A body collapsing to the floor in full armor is incredibly noisy. She tried to slow his descent, but small as she was in comparison, she couldn’t do much. Footsteps approached, drawn by the sound. She darted back into the shadows, grabbing another handful of sand even as her other hand reached for her blade...

Arcturus Dinn Darth Veradun​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Maliphant offered her a smoldering grin of his own as he leaned towards her - strands of his silver locks falling over his shoulder free of the complicated braid behind his head. White teeth shone like the moon, and their draw was just as the tide;

"The Graug owe the Sith everything, and the 'Burned God' should remember that before he earns himself a new wound for a name.", Maliphant chided - much to the dismay of the guards behind her. Some of the others in the room seemed to tense at his direct challenge to her, others beamed in their own way; and the rest sat somewhere between the two extremes.

Maliphant, however, seemed to pull back from his threatening demeanor just as quickly;

"Still, I am not here to kaggath your psuedo eidolon - nor even threaten the Graug with military intervention from still fresh forces within a coalition of lords - of which he would no doubt lose the entire planet, rather than just some of it.", he interjected carefully into his slurry of words.

"If Darth Vulcanus wishes something else, and you are to be his puppet, then speak his demands. We've offered arms, retooling the factories, compensation for losses production of their own, and more; if Darth Vulcanus does not see the value in shrewd economics, I fear what it is he truly wishes for.", Maliphant said with a semi-noticable roll of his blackened eyes.

Baalagor │ Sharan Maevel │ Taeli Raaf

 

[Wyatt Morga]

"Luckily, the factories are clear of workers at the moment. We leaked information on the bomb to the local sith garrison - so they're searching each of the factories for a bomb that isn't there yet.", he said with a withheld smile.

It was the noble action - knowing that it would clear the factories of their workers to allow the Sith time to comb through every robot and mechanical piece present. There was a slight fear, of course, that his ruse wouldn't actually evacuate the civilians - as the Sith Empire was more than willing to sacrifice a few million of its people for a few more minutes of production, or risk them for the off chance he was lying. The Sith Eternal, however, had shown some willingness to hold back on its cruelty - but for different reasons.

They needed manpower, and every person in this city would be indoctrinated in to reeducation camps. Where as the Sith Empire had billions if not trillions under their shroud, the Sith Eternal numbered only in the hundreds of thousands yet; and the war was already taxing that relatively small pool of viable candidates. Threatening their mass death, despite the moral qualms, was the strategic way to save them in its own paradoxical way.

"I have a hologram layout, but its a few years dated.", he said as he pulled a small chip from his pocket and passed it off.

"Taken before the Sith Empire renovated this district - but the support pillars should still be the same."

His gaze moved to Syala, and he nodded.

"If we're going to hit it, now is the best time. Before anyone else notices us.", Wyatt said as he stood from the bench and tightened the hood over what exposed parts of his face were there. The beard hung outside of it like a mask of its own - but it did well to hide the facial scarring he had received on Atollon from the Bryn'adul.

Without his signature features exposed, it would be harder for them to find him amid the crowd despite his stature and presence in the force.

"Any idea on a plan of attack? We just need to get to sub-level 3, and inside there will be our target."

Cedric Grayson │ Syala Daivik │ R3-D1

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Just as Ishani had, at the first sign of life Arcturus reached for the pouch upon his waist and produced some of the artificed sand he'd been working on over the past few months. He had slipped inside, but no sooner had he crossed the boundary of the compound than he came face to face with a guard. Much in the way he had with Kal during their venture into the Temple of Annihilation, he threw a small handful of it in his direction and latched onto it through the Force.​

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Deftly the sand moved, and purposefully into the gaze of the other. But not before he'd begun to speak. "Hey! You're not su---po--"​

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The man slumped to the wall in a drowsy state, and soon enough his eyes were closed. Even so the very fact that he had spoken wasn't ideal. Once more through the Force he reached, and hefted the man who was much heavier than he into a corner out of sight. Unlike Kal he didn't know how to alter ones perceptions or memories, he could only hope that he'd be out of it for some time.​

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But with experimental sleepy sand who knew what would happen.​

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The boy wasted no time, he slipped further inward and this time was much more careful about where he set his foot.​

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One down, he told Ishani Dinn as though this were some sort of competition, How's it looking on your end?​

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Darth Veradun ​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that the best laid plans of mice and men are probably not going to work out exactly the way you hoped.

Ishani attempted a drive-by dusting of the two guards who had come running. Rather than inducing slumber, the sand only made them cough. She should’ve aimed higher.

Eventually they recovered enough to give chase, barreling down the passage behind the fleeing half-invisible girl. She skidded around a corner, only to come face to face with another pair of guards.

“Stop!”

She did not stop. In fact, she crashed into them. Her hair came to life, braids turning snakelike, lashing at them. One fell, a smoking gash sliced over his throat. The other was blinded by the whips.

The first two had caught up to her by now. Ishani turned, sword in hand, looking positively medusan, and rushed them. Her sword sliced through one of them, while the other started shooting. It was at that moment that she realized what a mistake it was to only use weapons that were ill-suited to deflect blaster bolts. She took one shot to the left thigh at almost point blank range before she ran him through. Her armor absorbed much of the blast, but sharp pain still exploded up her leg right as she received Arcturus’ telepathic inquiry.

<I’M FINE.>

Arcturus Dinn Darth Veradun​

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

She most certainly did not sound 'fine'.​

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In fact, she sounded the opposite of fine. She sounded most definitely not fine. Pained, in fact. Which wasn't good... Not given the circumstances.​

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Ish what happened? You're injured, aren't you?​

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Damnit, damnit. The urge to drop everything and seek her out within the compound rose within him something fierce. But then a grim realization dampened that to a dull roar. If Ish was hurt, then that meant she'd been spotted. And if she'd been spotted, then, well, maybe their entire cover was blown?​

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He pulled out his commlink, stepped into a narrow alcove, and whispered into it to the troops and Darth Veradun provided they bothered to listen.​

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"Advance slowly, both sides have their immediate guards incapacitated but I can't speak for the state of the rest. Ishani sounds injured; if we're going to do this thing we should probably act sooner than later before our cover is blown."​

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Keeping the device on his person, in case someone chose to respond, he dipped out of the alcove and reached for more sand. He let it fall between his fingers though, and instead unsheathed his dagger. Then he pressed on, in search of Ishani and whoever it was that might have harmed her.​

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And Force help anyone who got in his way.​

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At least, that's what his brain said.​

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Ishani Dinn ​

 

[Sharan Maevel]

Sharan liked the tone set by Lord Maliphant. The Graug had to understand they did not hold all the cards. As much as their mouthpiece told them that they would not make any concessions, that did not mean they could not be made to by force. A resolution without prior armed conflict was vastly preferable, though, any inch gained through words constituted a slight amount of certainty.

The woman would have added to Lord Maliphant's words, but this verbal butting of heads had already shifted towards the posturing of two opposing power bases. Any comments made by her in that vein would have held no weight. Sharan, much like the Graug's envoy, spoke for those above her, but when they shared that same room there was little she could do. Not as long as there was nothing required from her.

At this table, Sharan felt small. The more it happened, the more she came to hate it, but she had to be patient. Not being gifted with Force sensitivity made expanding her power an uphill battle, but she would find a way. All it took was keeping a keen eye on opportunities, waiting for them to present themselves.

Darth Empyrean | Baalagor | Taeli Raaf ​

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Wyatt Morga , R3-D1 , Syala Daivik

That solved a lot of problems. The lives of observers were the greatest weapons the Sith had against the Jedi. Remove that weapon, and the playing field evened out. Often times, Cedric found, it tilted in Jedi's favor.

"If there are no civilians, then we can be as loud as we like," Cedric noted, "R3 can get us through whatever doors might be in our way. I'd say our best option is to get in, have our greatest fighters cause a ruckus, and the rest plant the bombs. We'll need to move quickyl to escape, of course, but I don't foresee that being a huge issue. It's difficult for security to do its job when everything is exploding."

He was uncertain if any actual Sith were present within the city, but it would likely take them some time to respond. He would a solid bet on their ability to exfill before any significant threat arrived.

"Alternatively we can try to go quiet about it. Not really my forte, but if either of you have a talent for mental manipulation getting past whatever guards we may find on the outskirts should be relatively trivial."

 

[Darth Veradun]

DARTH VERADUN

{ { { Objective: III. The Silver Lining} } }
{ { { Location: Chandaar} } }
{ { { Gear & Assets: Armor, Lightsaber, Com-link, Holotransmitter} } }
{ { { Tag(s): Arcturus Dinn , Ishani Dinn , open} } }

{ { { THEME } } }​

The Sith Lord just stood still in the shadow where he was observing the main entrance from. The guards hadn´t moved since the acolytes left and he kept silent, waiting for their messages to have breached the security. Minutes passed before two of the guards started to headed inside, just before the boy called him with concern in the voice. Veradun did not respond to the youngling. He just assumed that they or one of them failed and drew attention.

With a slight gesture to the guardsmen, he ordered the soldiers to wait for the signal to approach the main entrance. Darth Veradun was drawing from his core in the meantime, gathering the powers of his contempt towards the failure of the acolytes and reaching ever deeper, forming a corona of burning hate for the Jedi and sympathizers.

Two quick steps and then the leap carried him fifteen, twenty meters into the air, a dark shadow melting with the surrounding air and background due to his speed and some additional stealth usage. The mass of a man was carried right between the remaining four soldiers at the entrance, landing as smoothly and silently as he flew and leapt. The next sounds were the ignition of a lightsaber and a single swing which beheaded the four soldiers, their bodies falling to the ground, their surprise too absolute to react. Reaching out with the Force then he felt what was beyond the door and if he could enter undetected. ​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Ishani dragged herself away, trying to find a place of relative seclusion to hide. But given how much noise her encounter with the guards had made, she could already sense more coming.

She had screwed up royally. If the mission failed, she would most likely be blamed—assuming she even made it out of there alive—and even if they did succeed, she had put everyone at risk with her blundering. Especially Arcturus. Her attempt at reassuring him was supposed to keep him out of harm’s way; instead, it had drawn him toward her, toward the danger.

<Arc, please, stay away. It’s not—>

Not safe? That would only drive him harder. For a Sith, he showed a downright alarming care for others. She was afraid it would get him killed.

<It’s not that bad.>

Yes, downplay it. There are enemies closing in on your position while you’re wounded and unable to run, but it’s not that bad.

Truth be told, she was so embarrassed about the weapons oversight (minimal protection from blaster fire, the most common type of weapon in the galaxy? how could she have been so stupid?) that she almost wanted to die then and there.

Instead, she limped into an empty room, sealing the door behind her, and sat down to treat the injury to her leg. Her armor was cheap and light, prioritizing movement over protection. It was old, bordering on out-of-date, and had none of the bells and whistles wealthier students could afford, like biorestorative underlays or phrik plating. She hadn’t even alchemized it. But it had taken the blaster bolt like a champ; even as she injected bacta into her thigh, she sensed the wound was far less severe than it seemed. It just hurt like hell.

Something banged on the door. She grimaced, tossing aside the empty injector, and ducked behind cover.

Arcturus Dinn Darth Veradun​

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Stay on task, Arc, stay on task...​

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Oh feth was that easier said than done. Somewhere in this place Ishani was injured and likely in danger. She tried to reassure him, but their telepathic connection allowed some of her lies to slip through too. It was more a feeling than a word, of course, he knew she was just trying to keep him from worrying. But damn if that didn't make it harder.​

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He breathed in, calming himself and quieting his mind for a moment as he processed the information he had. They'd gone in on separate sides of the compound, right? That meant if he kept going this way he'd eventually run into her, or signs of her, or...​

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Banging resounded close by, like a hammer on durasteel. He picked up his pace, eerily coming into contact with no one else, and sought the source of the racket.​

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Then he found it. A guard was pounding on a door he couldn't open; Arc reached through the Force, and felt a very familiar presence on the other side. He cursed mentally, and then once more tried to steady his breathing. His hand shook, so he gave it another moment. Calm it Arc...​

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He raised his hand, blade of the dagger held between his fingertips as he lined up the shot. The Force pooled around him momentarily, latching onto the dagger too, and then he released it. It soared through the air, turning several times, guided by the Force and sheer force of will toward the neck of the man pounding on the door.​

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Ordinarily Arcturus tried for non-lethal tactics, but all of that went out the window here. The guard had Ishani backed into a corner, and Arc did not like that.​

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He did not like that one bit.​

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Ishani Dinn Darth Veradun ​

 

[Syala Daivik]

Hesitant though she was to employ violence without any attempt otherwise, ultimately Syala knew the plan Cedric had proposed was the best option they had before them. This was not the first time the Sith had forced violence on others, and she was willing to concede to it if it meant they would, in the end, be saving those who needed it most. Their enemy didn’t allow time for any more significant discretion.

“Speed is more important. I would rather not see anyone die, but the Sith have already made their way of things obvious. For now, we have to work within those limits.” Briefly her mind flashed to when she had attempted to talk down the troopers that had been sent for the younglings, and a pang of regret embedded like a thorn in her chest. Nothing like that would happen again.

As they moved towards the factory she kept her head down, using the same tactics as before to blend in here, though traveling as a group made them a bit more conspicuous. “I trust you both to do what’s right.” In the end, that faith in each other was their greatest weapon. “May the Force be with us all.”

Cedric Grayson | Wyatt Morga | R3-D1

 

[Baalagor]

Her escorts growled out a warning, restrained only by orders that came from above her head, but a raised hand and quiet exchange in Laama-Ghul silenced them as one of the priests exited the room, the remaining three stepping in closer around her. Just as it had since the talks began any silence lingered like a dead weight. Anger burned hot in her chest but she quelled it only just, and if anyone looked closely enough they’d swear there were embers on the surface of her skin, the beginnings of the inferno that followed after her.

“I’ve already spoken them, you’ve just failed to listen. If you want use of the factories, then offer something other than the economics I told you the Graug have no use for. Something tangible to make it worthwhile other than words and promises.” There was a fundamental divide between the way the Graug and Sith Eternal functioned, and that rift was evident nowhere more than here and now. Parley and niceties, no matter how falsified, were not in their wheelhouse. With her people at the top it was just a matter of what those they saw as beneath them could offer as tribute. Whereas the Eternal was focused more on politicking, the Graug desired one thing: supremacy, no matter its cost.

Outside of the room the lone priest made a call with his personal holo-projector, speaking hushed words in a twisted alien tongue about all that had transpired thus far, detailing every insult both actual and imagined and what their adversary had deemed as an acceptable offering for the use of what had already been taken by the Graug. It was a relatively short conversation but heated for what it was, and in short order the priest returned to his place, no words necessary to convey what had taken place apart from this gathering.

The invisible chain at the base of her skull grew taut, burning like fire for the briefest of moments as she felt every nuance of rage that her master held in those short seconds.

She seemed to grow calmer then, the embers on her skin sparking in contrast, a harbinger of what was to come. “You can make your demands to the Burned God yourself, if that’s what you wish, and remind him what you say is owed to the Sith. Perhaps the two of you can come to an agreement among yourselves.”

Darth Empyrean | Sharan Maevel | Taeli Raaf