The Streets Run Red [Sith Empire Domination of Varunda IX]

[Darth Vaildra]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzbJMCSfcPY​

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Location: Varunda IX
Objective: B
Enemies: TBD
1/20


This would be a day remembered for ages, The day the Sith Empire began it spread of the Flames of War. The words of the long dead Sith Darth Malgus repeated in his head, "I fight because that is what I was made to do and the Empire is the instrument through which I realize my purpose. The Empire is war made manifest. That is why it is perfect." A twist smile fell on the lips of the Sith Lord. Today he found purpose, today, he took the steps to restoring the Sith to their true mantel, all under the leadership of Emperor Pikiran.


The Sith Empire was still new so it did not have ships yet, but Vaildra had his own personal small fleet he had used for decades he would use until their army grew. His ships entered the air space of Varunda IX as he overlooked the from his command station. "Admiral, contact [member="Darth Pikiran"], tell him we are in position. Awaiting his orders." He knew their purpose and it was going to be a difficult one. Creating a Wound in the Force was not easily done, but if successful it would leave this planet as a beacon and a warning for the enemies of the Empire.

He then turned to face his two apprentices, [member="Astrid"] and [member="Eris Malreaux"] and walked towards them in full armor. "Now you two will see the Empire at work. Astrid, give my sword to Eris. You have served well and deserve a weapon fitting of the Sith you have become." He reached into his robe and pulled a lightsaber. It was simple, yet elegant. "This will be your weapon until we go to make one more fitted for you and your powers." He handed her the lightsaber and then turned to the beautiful planet. Soon it would be nothing more than a planet consumed by the Dark Side. The planet would be in a ever state of chaos and fire.

Spoiler

[member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Safiriel Bane"] [member="Adzatsmam"] [member="Aspen Laval"] [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Darth Tremor"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Erebus Seth"] [member="Felran Natri"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Lilith Engelis"] [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Safiriel Bane"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Trechtus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Xastuo"] [member="Lilith Engelis"] [member="Nikana"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien stood at the helm of his ship, Hell's Shadow, armed to the teeth as he always was with battles looming. His Beskar'gam shimmered in the light of the Sovereign Class Heavy Cruiser, over which was the polished Cater Coat that inside held his lightsaber hidden to the masses. At his hip hung Lymmahtun, on his back was Tantibus, and around his waist leading to each armpit was his Gunbelt. Inside it were Betty Blasters, grenades, and ammunition.

"Your Lordship, shall we call your apprentices?" His Lieutenant called.

"No." Damien replied. Already he had sent out a thrum through the Force, which would start an intense ringing in the minds of his apprentices. The closer they got to him the lower the sound would go.

It was time for them all to ready themselves. He wanted to train each to their peak, starting with his First Apprentice, then moving onto the others. Lilith was going to be quite the killer, Tremor a deadly weapon, and Echo a powerful spy. All to work for him, to bleed for the Empire, and dominant in their own fashions.

[member="Lilith Engelis"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Darth Tremor"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Echo had felt a message being sent to her through the force. This had only happened a few times to her ever. So automatically she threw up her mental defenses but they were still weak. So she felt them break and with it came pain but then she heard the voice of her master coming through in her mind telling her where to go. At once she grabbed her jacket and set out the door of the hotel where she was staying. She made her way through the streets until she came upon a pilot. She would then persuade him to give her a ride to the meet up point. Once there she attempted to do something she had never done before send a message to her master telling him she was entering airspace wondering where to meet him at. Once she did that she began to think about her life as it had lead her around the galaxy and brought her in and out of slavery several times. She had been bullied and called a freak for her lack of eyes. She had been dancing to make money since she left at the age of 10.

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Varunda IX orbit
Objective: Extermination
Allies: [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Darth Vaildra"]
Close by: [member="Harley"] [member="Aspen Laval"]
Enemies: TBD slash everyone not Sith Empire
Post: 1/20

Vengeance sat in the cargo hold of his Corporeal-class Freighter. It had been an interesting journey since he reconnected with his past in the form of Darth Vaildra. Now he found himself going a bit further than just teaching new Acolyte's. Today he would be leading an extermination squad. Only Vengeance knew what their true mission was. The rest including the two Acolytes he had been training personally.

In the cargo hold with the trio were so good hard men primed to do what it took.

"Ok people the mission is simple." "Once we land we take every single man, woman, and child out of there homes.............by force if needed." "Then we are going to escort them to the center of town for pacification."

He smirked looking at the group.

"If any of you have a problem with this then you can join them." "There is no room for morality on this mission, no room for weakness, and no room for hesitation." "Make me proud like I know you can."

There were a few others in separate ships that would be joining them on the ground. After he was done speaking Vengeance moved to his pilot.

"Inform Emperor Pikiran and Darth Vaildra we are in position and ready to execute."

 

[Darth Tremor]

Tremor felt a noise in his head, one that he'd never experienced before. It almost seemed like some sort of telepathic message through the force. He walked in one direction, and the noise got slightly lower. That's when he could sense it. Tremor's master, [member="Darth Pikiran"], was calling him. It had to be. Tremor knew that he needed to get to the Emperor as soon as possible.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled as she sat alone in one of the fields near the capital of this out bound planet. It wasn't special in any way and infact was rather peaceful until she caught a wiff of something new. It was familiar, different though. It was not the same kind of scent in the force that she remembered and for a few long seconds she sat there with eyes closed before opening them. The taste that that familiar scent left in her mouth though was growing stronger by the second before her eyes turned towards the nearest village. "Somethings wrong... i need to warn them."

Almost in slow motion her body moved and twisted, eyes flaring a bit as they touched the sky before returning to the earth. Something was far too familiar up there, something she knew better than almost anything else. It was a feeling she had had for only a few other instances. It was hard to be sure what exactly she was feeling but her deduction did not calm her. Her hand moved to a comm, bringing it up to her lips as she spoke into it and making sure the words were clear. "Eve, i want the shuttle prepped and ready to go. If we need to get out of here i need to be gone in seconds, not minutes. Understood?" What was this feeling.

 

[Darth Banshee]

1/20
Objective: D slaves needed for factories.
Possible allies: [member="Crix Meriet"]

Her time in exile had made her hate more, though know she had purpose again. She was going to serve the empire by rebuilding a fleet, and weapons of war. To do this however she need labour, and she need a quick and easy way to do this. So she invited a slave traders to meet her, and bear witness to the Sith Empire conquest of Varunda. They invited to help by sending their slavers down to the planet, and with sith troops she they would enslave part of the population. Once the dust had settled they would be put to work in factories, and be made to earn their freedom with their servitude. This way the galaxy would fear the sith empire, but not hate them.

They slaver traders and their force were given a point, on the planet to meet her. She was not going with [member="Vengeance"] crew, she was going to were people running from him would go. They would be stronger, as they could run, but they would also be most likely to do as they were told, as they feared death.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Zun's life as a farmer off world was meant to be the start of a new life...

He was raised on Concord Dawn, which despite its harsh conditions and Mandalorian culture, was an agricultural jewel lamented by spacers who miss their homeworld. Much like they, Zun too left his home behind for a fortune amongst the countless stars. There were so many worlds to choose from, but Varunda IX stood out amongst them as one worth living on. Even despite its pacifistic culture -- which differed from his Mandalorian ways -- the agricultural significance of such rich-soil worlds could not go ignored by anyone with even the most basic knowledge of running an Empire.

Of course; there were always those whose goals never actually aligned with management, or rulership, or even accepting the basic needs of... Well, being alive. Food was quite important. For Zun, growing it meant a steady income. That didn't mean all he grew was intended to be eaten as is, some of it was sent off world to large corporations which converted it into food stuff, or used other biological materials for manufacturing and science. There was a butterfly effect of sorts. A large web of needs, and it all started at the the most seemingly insignificant levels.

Yet when he heard that there were Imperialist wannabes attempting to force him and his community out of their homes, he had only one thing to say...

"I don't want to live on this planet anymore."

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

The soft winds of this planet graced through her hair. Azula stood there with her hand clasped around the hilt of her katana. The fleet was just in the atmosphere, waiting for orders above the clouds of this world. She was on the open deck looking down on the world below. A view like this was hard to come by after all, she remembered imagining sights like this in her grandest dreams.

With the thought, Azula let a soft smile grace her lips.

Even here though she could feel the long grass flowing in the fields below. The young Echani was watching the changing sky, it was just morning. The sun was rising and it created the most beautiful sight of swirling clouds and florescent rays of the stars beyond.

One thing though, it was telling her to stop and leave right now... Because what she was about to commit. It was genocide. Cold blooded mass murder.

Yet, she wanted it. Not the death of millions though, not inherently at least.

For a moment she paused, inhaling as she closed her eyes.

"Only through chaos can there be peace, only through disorder, order."

The silver haired warrior recited a poem written by the great disciple Mendor Typhoons.

The darkness rose as light emerged, like someone was pulling a blanket off of this world.

Azula then held out her hand and in the palm was a necklace, given to her by her mother. She waited there for a moment, staring at it. Then as the wind started to pick up and the necklace began to struggle to keep in her grip, she inhaled and let it slide through her grasp and fall into the sky below.

Her mother would never approve of this, and she couldn't let the necklace be a constant reminder.

She then turned, walking away with a fast gait. Azula was on her way towards the hanger and into the war room. She stepped through the doorway and standing inside surrounded by generals and other officials was her father. The great [member="Darth Vaildra"] . She stepped up to him and without needing to push any of the men crowding him aside, she whispered, to where it was like she was just mouthing it. The noise inaudible.

"It is done."

(Objective: B ) [member="Astrid"] [member="Eris Malreaux"]

 

[Lilith Engelis]

1/20
Location; Varunda IX
Objective; A
Allies;[member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Darth Tremor"]
The Rest of the Sith Empire.
Enemies; TBD


Long, crimson hair drifted eerily from the elegantly dressed woman sitting within her ship. The second she felt the prod from @Darth Pikiran, a slow demented smile painted itself upon her visage; seemingly not affecting her temperament whatsoever. With glowing emerald eyes, did Lilith make her way towards The Calypso, A simple response being sent back towards her master. "On my way.."

Within seconds Lilith was inbound towards the location specified within the message from Pikiran. Her ship moved quickly through space arriving shorty at the specified location due to her not being that far away.

Activating the comm within her ship, Lilith would contact Pikiran"s ship." Lilith here, ready when you are.."

 

[Minna]

Location: Varunda IX
Objective: Watch A
Allies: Sith Empire?
[1/20]

Stood atop one of the city's many buildings was Valtryx, gazing up at the sky with her hands by her sides. To the few who might notice her she was a small girl admiring the clouds, maybe dreaming of reaching them. Little did they know her dreams were far more sinister and real. With such a frail form she had not much else to do but meditate, becoming one with the darkness to reach out and expand her senses. Hours or days she could spend like this, a swirling fountain of darkness tapped into with deep concentration. Visions would come and go, many of meaningless doings or battles, tragic deaths or immense pain. It was only when the essence of familiarity struck her with one particular vision did she take notice. A wound in the force, not yet present in the physical world but manifesting in the void of time. There were plans to open a nexus of the dark side, and judging by the planet's close proximity to the One Sith, she assumed her 'allies' were at work.

Yet when she arrived on the planet she sensed no one she knew from the Sith. There were others coming, some powerful in the force and others still grasping it, even outside of her battle meditation she could sense that. However, something in the sky grabbed her attention. With her ever-glaring eyes she looked up, the force allowing her to sense the impending entrance of something. Someone.

A̷̴͡ ̀w̷̧͜ì̴̛èl͝de͏̕r҉ ̶͜͡o̵͝f͠ ̴̴͡d́҉a͟͝r͏̢kn͠e҉͟s̡҉s̛.͟

"Yes... But he was not always dark." The small girl's head tilted, almost in wonder at who it might be. In her head she remembered all the friends of Minna, her former self, and wondered which of them might have fallen such as this man.

An̷̨o̢͡t͝h͞è̴̢r̴͏́.̧

Her head turned now, staring at a level angle into the distance. There was a connection to this man on the planet, someone else recognized him. A friend or sibling, perhaps? There was only one way to find out, she had to go deeper. Lowering herself into a sitting position, she brought the blood-stained doll to her chest. With her eyes closed, she reached out into the dark side of the force, initiating her battle meditation. Suddenly her presence expanded tenfold, allowing her to feel the force and it's connections all around.

Ẁe̕͘͟ w̸͟i̕ll̕͟ ͟fi͢nd̶͡ t̴͏h̸è̸͜m͡͏.̵̧͢

With her presence expanded she could no doubt be sensed by others who were strong in the force, but she did not care. In this state she could search for the connection, search for the familiar essence that brought her here.

 

[Crix Meriet]

1/20
Objective: D slaves needed for factories.
Allies : [member="Sabine Kurtass"]

Crix had stopped taking invitations to make battlefield slave raids for the most part, they were bloody and stressful and he got by fine without doing them. However he was willing to make an exception in this case. This raid was less about securing slaves and more about building relations with the new Sith empire. Sith were good to slavers so knowing as many as possible would help keep him and his darling Toby safe.

Crix and Toby were journeying to meet their host one Sabine Kurtass while crix's slavers and mercenaries accompanied units of sith soldiers on their raids. Crix and Toby were not up to raids Toby was too sweet and crix couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. So he'd just oversee things from safety. Crix was quite engrossed in rubbing Toby's shoulders as they were carried to the meeting point on a litter . Toby was tired poor dear, joining crix on his galivants always unnerved T and sometimes the poor man couldn't sleep. His sleepless night had caught up with him so Crix had insisted his sweet boy lie back and let crix relax him.

As they got near Crix reached down to wake Toby with a kiss on his cheek "wakie , wakie sweetheart" The slaver cooed. Moving down to put Toby's shoes back on as the dark haired man groaned rubbing his eyes then smiled down at crix. The silencing of clanking chains as his slaves came to a stop and lowered the litter so Crix and Toby could get off. The slaver moved toward Sabine hand in hand with Toby. followed by guards and servants.

"Lady Kurtass , I trust things are proceeding well"

 

[Darth Banshee]

2/20
Objective: D
Allies: [member="Crix Meriet"]

She waiting for [member="Vengeance"] to give the word, that the populace would flee towards her position. She was dressed in her war armour, an acolyte was holding her helmet next to her. A youngish human, she had not paid him much attention yet. This was only because he had not passed the first lesson, though she never killed an acolyte yet, but give it time. As she waited for word, one slave traders spoke up. He was quite tall possibly in his early thirties, or may be later twenties, spoke to her he asked how things were going. She looked at him and said, All things seem to be going to plan, our troops will be rushing them and trying to make the populace run in fear of the lives. The strongest and wisest in this case, will be running towards us then we spring our trap, and capture the strongest and put them to work, for their own freedom. After all to make something fear you i one thing, but to remove hope made them hate you. Hate would make them stronger, and that strength would be put against them, and that would not do. She turned on a view screen, and watched waiting for troops to begin their attack. As she did, she spotted someone else with the slaver, a young boy a little timid to be here, but he was not her issue as long as he did not spoil the capture. She hoped [member="Echo Kora"] and the other acolytes of the likes of [member="Darth Tremor"], [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] and of course [member="Lilith Engelis"], proved themselves today. As it would be nice to see them come through the ranks, she had noticed them in academy and they showed promise.

 

[Matreya]

2/20
Allies: [member="Darth Tremor"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Lilith Engelis"]

Damien smiled as he touched the hilt of Lymmahtun. Drawing in power at a swift rate, he turned and walked to the exit hatch. Pressing the switch, he watched as the planet grew larger, until he simply stepped off.

Plummeting from the ship, he tapped a switch on his helm. Instantly the HUD chanhed to electromagnetic perception. In the distance now he could make out the small bodies moving quickly to hide. At the last moment he activated his thrusters, and simply landed with a soft tap.

His apprentices would find that due to him moving away from them, the locator signal would harden once more. Again they would need to near him to silence it.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Varunda IX
Objective: Extermination or Pacification (also known as C )
Allies: Sith Empire
Close By: [member="Harley"] [member="Aspen Laval"]
Enemies: everyone not Sith Empire
Posts: 2/20

As his ship and the rest or them began their descent to the surface of the planet Vengeance turned to everyone gathered. The Pilot activated the comms so the other support vessels could hear what he said as well.

"Ok listen up." "The objective is simple." "Once we hit the ground we kick in each and every door." "We round up everyone inside and march them to the very center of the city." "There we will rendevous with Emperor Pikiran and Darth Vaildra."


He paused.

"Now we need them all alive if humanly possible." "So no killing." "If you knock them out you carry them..............got it."

As the ship finally touched down Vengeance turned towards the ramp ready to do the Emperor's bidding. It would be a long day and not very fun. For him this would be the first planet he had conquered and not killed anyone in the process. A fact that made him just a little sad inside.

 

[Katelyn Feanor]

Objective: B
Allies: Sith Empire
Enemies: Any who Resist
Post Count: 1/20

"Everyone Screaming...For Mercy...that's what we will Take First!"​

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Astrid took beside her master, [member="Darth Vaildra"], overlooking the planet from the bridge of her master's ship firsthand. Her mouth kept at a neutral tone while her eyes scanned over the horizon, through the thick glassteel of the bridge. Astrid's violet eyes focused on the green glow of the planet below before they were pulled away by the sound of her master's voice ringing within the empty air. Astrid then turned her full attention towards Darth Vaildra. She reached her right hand back, unhinging the sword from it's strap on her back before handing it over towards [member="Eris Malreaux"].

Astrid then focused her gaze and attention back upon her master before being greeted with an object in hand. Her hand instinctively closed it up in her hand due to her days on the streets...when all her thoughts were turned to suicide. She quickly bottled away those thoughts the moment they sprung up before opening up her hand. What she found, surprised her. Astrid's eyes found a lightsaber in hand. It's hilt was curved up and over it's self, made out of sharp silver and bronze metals and colors. They clashed together as if they were destined to be together, as if they were a long separated couple finally hugging each other after years of loss and loneliness.

"Thank you, my master!" Astrid said her words kindly and in regard to her master before bowing to him respectively. She lightly fingered the silver hilt of the saber in hand but stopped after awhile...trying to act professionally. Astrid slid the saber into a metal hilt on her thigh before crossing her arms over her chest. Astrid was currently wearing her Experimental Recon Armor. She had needed to test out it's stealth capabilities on the field and where else to do this then on a Dominion on a world where she got to kill people.

Astrid kept her eyes on her master though they shifted slightly as a woman entered the room. She had heard rumors of Darth Vaildra having a daughter, [member="Azula Yeshevsky"], they she never thought anything of these rumors.

 

[Darth Tremor]

Location: Varunda IX
Objective: D
Allies: Sith Empire
Enemies: everyone not Sith Empire

Tremor had gotten his ship off of Terea, The Mask. It was an old B-7 light freighter, that his father had used. For the first time, he was going to try to communicate with his master telepathically. He thought hard, and began. "[member="Darth Pikiran"], I am spe--aking to you through the force. I am requesting a visit with y-ou so we can disc-uss plans for the current dom-inio-n. Curren-tly, I am leav-ing Cer-ea." Boom! It felt as if Tremor's head just exploded. Using the force to communicate was difficult, but he just needed some more practice with that. He was a better duelist than force user. All Tremor needed was a command for what to do. He was ready to fight, and show no mercy.

 

[Matreya]

3/20
Location: Topside
Allies: [member="Darth Tremor"] [member="Lilith Engelis"] [member="Echo Kora"]

Damien moved through the area like a predator. Rarely a person popped free of hiding to make a break, only to receive a well placed shot at the back of the leg. He left many wounded to be rounded up by his supporters. Occasionally though, on rare moments, Damien simply sent a plasma bolt through the head of a fleeing opponent. One was a man leaving his family behind.

Sith or not, he still had morals. That was poodoo.

Pausing after a shot, Damien cast his eyes to the heavens above. His apprentice was communicating. It came through garbled, confusing, but being the mentalist he was, Damien strengthened the link to make it simpler for the young man.

Remember, I am the Master. You do not request a meeting. I do. However, I will concede and allow it. Follow the signal and you will find me. He replied.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

4/20
Allies: Daemon's
Location: Topside, Hidden

Watching from the shadows, Arok Daemon, founder of the Daemon Clan, stood with his arms crossed. He had been sent from one timeline, to the future, attempted to get back to his own, simply to find he was not where he had believed himself. Nor did it appear the same line he had known in the future. This was a different time.

One where the Daemons now held true power.

His cold black eyes monitored Damien, Pikiran as he went by. The man was intensely powerful, more so than he. It was quite the honor to say he had birthed the ancestral lines that would one day make this man. Even if it was a separate time.

Spinning in place, Arok shot his arm out as quick as lightning, snatching the man that was trying to assassinate him by the neck. Raising him into the air, he stared the man down as he begged for forgiveness. It meant little.

A snap echoed through the air, then a thud as a lifeless body fell.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Vaildra and his military advisors and apprentices were pouring over his holo of the planet. "Admiral, line your forces here and here, I want a full blockade formed incase we have enemies try to enter." He looked down at his silver haired daughter and clasped her shoulder, "Whatever you feel necessary." He then dropped his hand and returned to his battle preparations. "I also want you to rain fire down on the out skirts of your attack area. Only heavy lasers to bend their knees easier."

He then left the military advisors to take his commands and make them happen. He went to his comm and spoke to the whole Empire, "Brothers and Sisters, today is the day we make our stand. Too long have the Sith sat in a cradle of lies, to deceive them that peace is possible. Sith has grown strong in eternal struggles and it will only perish through eternal peace. Do not be deceived, brothers and sisters, we are the ones who see the truth, we see the light and the light is this Galaxy cannot rule itself, it needs the Sith to be strong again and to show it how to live. Many will die, but those who stand will stand strong and higher than before. Tonight we ether become gods or we dine in Hell, fight like Siths and leave no enemy alive or child who can hold a sword against us!

He then turned towards his advisors, "Begin." He turned to his two apprentices [member="Astrid"], [member="Eris Malreaux"] and daughter and motioned for them to follow him as he headed through his large ship. As they entered the hanger they would find Sith Troopers waiting and a large amount of drop ships and fighters to escort the drop ships. One of the fighters was Vaildra's X-Wing from his time with the Jedi, but now black with red accents. There other fighters were the ones his girls had personally chosen to be theres. Once the troops were in the dropships and the fighters were prepped they all exited. It was a sight to behold to see the Empire that started as a few lords now a small army organizing and moving on the planet.

Spoiler

[member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Safiriel Bane"] [member="Adzatsmam"] [member="Aspen Laval"] [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Darth Tremor"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Erebus Seth"] [member="Felran Natri"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Lilith Engelis"] [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Safiriel Bane"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Trechtus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Xastuo"] [member="Lilith Engelis"] [member="Nikana"] [member="Valtryx"]