They Might Be Gas Giants (OS Dominion of Taloraan)

[Sage Bane]

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The mighty gas giant of Taloraan in the Expansion Region might have seemed like an unlikely target for One Sith peonage. However, with abundant amounts of rare tibanna gas and airborne refineries leftover from the collapse of the Fringe Confederacy, the planet was a ripe with opportunities for further development. Hopefully there were no members of the One Sith who were afraid of heights. The gas giant’s atmosphere was breathable at the highest of altitudes, but at lower altitudes, otherwise known as the tibanisphere, an environment suit was required.

To curry favor with Taloraan’s warrior-like Wind Riders, Sith tacticians devised a plan to help wipe out their rival tribe, the Denfrandi. Getting around the Wind Riders territory would be tricky, of course, as Taloraan’s warrior-like tribespeople called Wind Riders rode around on domesticated avian creatures called Fleft-wauf. Saddles would be provided by the Dark Lord at no extra charge.

If soaring on the back of a giant bird wasn’t appealing, Sith forces would also be occupying Taloraan City itself. Much like the cities of Bepsin, the captial was a floating city that featured several tall, spire-like buildings atop a massive repulsorlift generator. The orders were to seize the city, oust the governor, and take over an tibanna gas mines. Just watch out for those falling dissidents.

One Sith fleets loomed over the planet like an ominous storm, casting their ebony shadows on the puffy white sky that blanketed the gas giant. The weather report on Taloraan? Cloudy with a chance of genocide.

Objectives:

Spoiler

Objective A - Convince the warrior-like Wind Riders to wipe out the more peaceful Denfrandi and aid them in the genocide of their rival tribe. Seize the Denfrandi’s sleft-chuffni airship homes and gondolas and convert them into new settlements for the Wind Riders.

Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.

Objective C - Invade and occupy Taloraan city. The governor of the city has refused peaceful Imperial occupation and indoctrination, and must be shown the errors of his ways. The survival of the civilian population is optional.

Objective D - Do your own thing, you know the drill.

OOC Info

Spoiler

OOC Thread is here: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/62353-dominion-of-taloraan/
Please use the following template and number your posts:

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[Danger Arceneau]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: One Sith and Taloraan Refinery Coalition
Enemies: Death.
[1/20]

Most folk wouldn't dare try to get in between the One Sith and their objectives. But most folk weren't Danger Arceneau. Taloraan had some fine Tibanna Refineries left behind by the Lords of the Frindge. Most of these had turned to just local folk trying to make a living.
Danger could respect that.

Her expansion into the Unknown Regions had her already in contact with some of the businesses out here as she set out to map a new trade lane. When the advance notice of the One Sith came, and with Danger being within the sector, she figured she could help mediate things. She still remembered Coporor. Eight thousand men, women, and children were killed.

She wasn't going to have a repeat of that.

So when the One Sith Delegation would arrive, they wouldn't just meet the overseer and his representatives. They'd be greeted with a winning smile by one Danger Arceneau -- and the dinner party she had abruptly snapped together to greet them.

Most of these were from her own ship and the local trade station under her command, but what were a few bottles of Whyren's reserve, choice cut meats, and plenty of wine.

If anything, Danger knew how to be the perfect hostess. And if she had to cinch down the corset to ensure this would be civilized, then she would do it.

A few nervous glances would show from the men and women behind her, but she was the picture of poise in front of the One Sith Delegation.


"Welcome to Taloraan, my lords and ladies... a pleasure."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: C
Location: Orbit
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: Those in the way
1/20

Aboard a simple freighter stood none other than the Shadow of the Dark Lord dressed in what many would call the average merc outfit. With him, two of the newer Assassins. An on the job training, and test, one might consider this to be. Both hands rested behind the head of the Sith, his blue contact eyes gazing about the cloud city as his ship slowly began to dock. They were close to the beginning of the mission now, time for a briefing.

With a quick turn in his seat, he'd look back at the two accompanying him, who should be dressed similarly.

"Our mission is simple. Infiltrate and assassinate the VIPs quietly. Our cover is mercenaries coming to assist the Governor against One Sith forces. We'll be playing bodyguard, and until we get close to not only him, but those who support him, we'll have to keep the charade up. Blasters only, no lightsabers, no Force, and no hidden blade until I give the signal. Which'll basically be when I start using any of those I said not to use."​

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He glanced between the two.​

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"Any questions?"​

 

[Mythos]

Objective: C
Location: Orbit
Allies: OS
Enemies: The enemies of the One Sith
1/???



Summoned to Duty for the Greater Power of the One Sith, No greater honor. The tip of the spear was a Position that Alured Animus, but he knew his Abilities were better used here, in the Service of the Shadow of the Dark Lord. Animus was in the presence of The Shadow, his Juyo master and the greatest weapon of War and destruction he had ever seen. [member="Darth Ferus"] looked almost average in his Merc suit, a suit Animus was hard to get used to, the Blaster however was comfortable in his hands. This Day Animus would prove himself worthy of his position as an Acolyte, and grow one step further to becoming a Knight of the one Sith.

He stood in attention, he listened to the briefing of the mission at hand and stood unmoving as the Shadow explained the situation and the mission, it seemed a simple and unimposing task, but the chances of failure and death were high as allways. Animus was not afraid in the least, The Shadow of War was with them.... Animus had seen only a portion of his Power once in his training, that almost killed him, the Other in Coruscant Killing 20 men right before his eyes, No, Not killed. Smashed into bits using nothing but the Force. Animus thought.

Animus was wearing brown contacts like the ones Ferus had, Yellow eyes were a trademark they had to Hide. Beside him was [member="Ruby Wilded"] an Assassin of fierce and Demon Like speed that only boosted Animus' confidence.
Animus had no question, Animus had no doubts... he was ready to kill and die if necessary, this time he would be one who brought a Planet to it's knees in the name of the One Sith.

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[Judah Lesan]

Objective: A
Location: Orbit
Allies: OS
Enemies: none as of yet
1/20

Xander was alone, again. It seemed this was the curse of his life. The force saw to it he would always be alone. Students left, lovers left or died, Xander stayed alive. Perhaps it was his fate for being one to take life from others. His curse was to live forever with the memories of each kill, each death. Today there would be more, he reflected as he wait for the transport which would take him from the flagship to meet with the tribe of Wind Riders. They needed them to wipe out a more peaceful tribe. Why? They needed to be relocated, and what better way than to convince them to wipe out another tribe which would not be able to fight back. The plan was perfect.

The warrior King was dressed for the battle. His leather breastplate was secured to his chest, the only thing covering his torso. Black pants and boots covered the lower half, and a red cloth acted as both a scarf and hood. His belt carried his twin sabers, and over his back was his quiver of arrows and the bow he used. Xander was their to kill in anyway possible. How fitting for the White Assassin, the Aspect of Conquest to lead the way in this genocide. Would others join him? That was yet to be seen.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Orbit
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: Any who we deem so
1/20

This was Ruby's first true mission as an Assassin. After fighting that terrorist on Coruscant she proved her self worthy to join the ranks proper and under the teachings of its ruler and her Master. That was sure to make some other Assassins jealous. This was always meant to be, she'd been his student longer than this organization had existed. But only now was she really being inducted into the Sith which they served. Ruby placed a hand over the pommel of a sheathed vibrosword. She wouldn't be able to take her Sith Blade with them, it was to fancy for the likes of a lowly mercenary to own. Or one without some galaxy sized reputation. No she was set with some other deadly weapons, the vibrosword, a repeating blaster and a set of pistols all hung from either shoulder or belt. Her normal red attire replaced by some rough looking armor. It had seen better days but it made her look the part of a battle heartened warrior. She even had a full helmet over her head. Some cute faced little girl would look very out of place here so they hid that away.

Ruby stood silently as Master Ferus spoke of the mission plan one last time. They were to follow his lead. It all seemed rather easy in theory, but reality was a harsher master. She'd have to be on her A game. Malgus too. She'd made friends with the young man as of late. He'd healed up rather nicely from the crash. Hopefully he felt no hindrances lift from the injuries. He was tough as Beskar far as she though of him. A walking fortress that soaked up abuse and spit it back a hundred fold.

Ferus asked if they had any questions regarding the mission. She had none save one. "None at all Master. Other then when we leave"?

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective A
Location: Mobquet Medium Transport
Allies: Anyone on Objective A
Enemies: None
Posts: 1/20

Setzi hovered above the Kelavine System in her transport ship, The Pirate's Foe. The sabotage she had performed on the vessel's transponder had been repaired. A brand new one had been installed, along with the other small parts she destroyed on the way to Glee Anselm. The AgriCorps, from who she had stolen the ship, would no longer be able to trace it back to her. The brunette acolyte could go about her business undisturbed.

Hopefully most of her business would be done on her ship or - somewhere in the air - given that Taloraan was a cloudscape. Out of her viewscreen, she gazed upon a multitude of other Sith ships advancing towards the planet. Her simple Transport was a bit out of place among the dark, heavily-armed Corvettes and Gunships. The Pirate's Foe was more of a smuggler's ride. Or even a pirate's vessel. But this feeling of anonymity was going to come in handy. Setzi was on Taloraan to do something she absolutely loathed. But true to her devoted nature, she would follow through with the orders, so that she could continue to build a small empire with [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] as well as secure a chokehold on Glee Anselm and also Korriban, through business ties.

The first order of business was meeting with some Wind Riders, and if Setzi was able to ride on the back of a Fleft-Wauf as dawn broke over Taloraan - that view alone may make this entire trip worthwhile.

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Sith
(1/20)
Music

Taloraan was a planet Keira couldn't quite remember hearing of, located in the Expansion Regions well away from the Core of the galaxy where much of the population was centered. While a gas giant it was still inhabitable, something that didn't really matter much in the grand scheme of things. It mattered enough to the Sith that they would expel resources to take it as their own, and so for once she had decided to stand against them rather than fighting alongside their number. It would be a change to count herself as some sort of freedom fighter, but the cause itself didn't concern her. This was about getting even with those that had wronged her as well.

Absently she wandered the streets of the city, lit cigarette at the corner of her mouth, lightsaber at her waist, her attire casual. Sure, the war drums were resounding through the very atmosphere of the planet, but it was a beat she had heard countless times before. Where the average citizens of the planet may have been searching for safety she was more or less at ease, merely glancing up to the skies every now and again to check the progress of the invading forces. The moment they touched down she would be there, not so much eager for a fight as ready to bring the Sith down as they had once lowered her. Revenge may have been a petty thing, but she saw no issue with it.

Pulling a final drag of smoke into her lungs she exhaled it in a grey cloud, dropping the cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath the heel of her boots. Some may have considered it a metaphor for all that would transpire, and maybe it was poetic in some sense. But nothing could quite sum up the heat of battle other than simply being there and feeling the brush of a saber a hair's breadth away from ending your life. That feeling of being above everything was indescribable, and one she had learned to revel in. Perhaps she was similar to those she would be fighting in that aspect, but only that one alone. The entirety of the Sith ideology disgusted her. Needless slaughter was hardly a means to an end.

Before all that had transpired on Ziost, she hadn't been unlike them. Death was secondary as long as her primary goal was obtained, and if anyone got in her way they would immediately be considered a casualty of the battle and nothing more. The fight itself was what she had lived for, that rush of adrenaline the only thing sustaining her in a life largely ruled and governed by pure chaos. In that time she had been entirely unhinged, holding her life in as little regard as she did that of a stranger's. An exponential amount hadn't changed since then, but she was hardly the same. Now she represented some sort of light among the darkness. A cloudy and fogged light she may have been, but a light nonetheless.

A single, telepathic message was broadcasted via the Force only to those sensitives nearby, regardless of whether they were friend or foe, "Come."

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: People being foolish
1/20
[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Demarus swung low over one of the refineries, the Infiltrator humming through the atmosphere. They had arrived shortly after the fleet had, and when the briefing was over, she immediately had him lay course for the gas plants. The people who wanted to ride the birdies could go do whatever, but as far as she was concerned, the most important thing to be preserved was the production facilities. Government be damned. They could sabotage the repulsor lifts, kill everyone and get a regime change in about 30 minutes. Repairing manufacturing? Longer timeframe, lost quantities. Disrupted supply chains? No, thank you.

Sinistra dove off the open ramp through the air, her hair whipping around her before she somersaulted and landed in a crouch in front of a set of double doors. No cloak this time, but she opted for a black, fitted combat suit with a high neckline. The fingers of her left hand curled around her silver hilt, and she drew the doors open with a gentle pull of the Force.

It was quiet. Nervously quiet.

It only took a few steps into the complex until she saw a very strange sight. There appeared to be a banquet. And a smiling woman standing in front of a group of people whose fear was so thick, it was palpable.

She could identify the bottle of Whyren's reserve on the table, a very fine treat once the festivities for the day were concluded. Provided this was not an ambush. Her senses were not screaming at her and she had been to enough board meetings and hostile takeovers to know a negotiation when she saw one.

Her left eyebrow arched delicately in intrigue. Who would dare stand between the One Sith and their prize? The answer was the woman in the corset.

"What in the name of Darkness is this?"

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: One Sith and Taloraan Refinery Coalition
Enemies: Death.
[2/20]

[member="Sinistra"]

That pleasant smile would not fade, in fact it would grow wider.

Full of hips and tempting curves, the Queen of Trade would extend her hand in greeting to the young woman. As she had no idea what sort of rank she was dealing with, Danger got straight to the pleasantries.

"Danger Arceneau, of Arceneau Trade Company." her name alone would reveal her for who she is, much the less the largest trading company in the 'Verse. Considering she also dealt with trade in and out of the One Sith territories, including providing the materials for their Immortal ships of the line, there was no denying that the fact the buxom redheaded woman was here on business.

She was known to be a mediator up and down the Hydian Way, a neutral party that had served to find a balance for several territories. That her company was the rare few who were allowed to travel within jurisdictions of all known governments was a boon few would dare to ignore. Her sway not only ensured a mutual profit, but one without bloodshed.

Networking, after all was her bread and butter.

 

[Vrag]

[1/20]
Objective: C & friends
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7uEb_XrK1U​

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It was the thought of the prize at the end that made these journeys across space marginally bearable, and, more recently, the company. The [REDACTED] stood beside her on the bridge of the prize ship of her fleet, the Imperious, as stoic and expressionless as their prodigal leader. Shoulders squared, backs straight, thirteen pairs of hard, impassive eyes staring dead ahead. Some were doubtless going though their gear as the zero hour approached, other still entertained other thoughts that helped them ready for battle.

Regardless of which path they took, the destination was the same; conquest.

Vrag, ever a woman of practicality, was disappointed to hear that the foolish governor had refused their generous offer. Their olive branch. Did he not watch the news? The holos, taken with shoddy cameras by fleeing thousands, should have been telling enough in and of themselves. The One Sith waged war with a brutal efficacy, and the firrerreo was at their very helm.

Too bad.

Not a single droplet of remorse in those two words as they flickered through her mind, but such was the nature of the beast. The war machine forged on, relentless in its pursuit of Galactic dominion, and damned if she didn't step down from its back to clear the weeds for its passing. Upon a dropship, the [REDACTED] and their leader would descend, virtually indistinguishable from each other as they poured forth from the vessel, infectious parasite come to consume an untainted world. Like some god-given pestilence sent as punishment, the Hand of the Dark Lord would scorch the proverbial earth and any imprudent enough to try and stand against the turn of the tide.

...come...​

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Another fool willing to meet their end, beckoning over leagues of distance as if death couldn't arrive fast enough. Vrag, ever eager to please, would hurry forward, leaving the main force in the capable hands of P-2, P-4, and P-6 as the rest of the [REDACTED] departed with her to seek out the source of the impudent provocation.

She would discover her deeper in the bowels of the city, honing in on the figure as the ten horned titans rounded the corner to see her standing seemingly idly in the middle of an abandoned street. The low light filtered down to grace her with an illusory halo, but none of the blasphemers had ever believed in such portents.

Nor did they believe in words.

With no pause to her stride, Vrag pressed forth with a surge of the Force seeping into her muscles, her speed further aided by the flex of Skerr Ygdris against her flesh, and in the blink of an eye, the towering warrior would cross into striking distance of the seemingly unconcered foe, her lightsaber bared and humming as it sought to sear meat from bone.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: One Sith & Whyren's Reserve.
Enemies: Foolish people. Maybe banquets. Definitely food poisoning.
2/20

[member="Danger Arceneau"]. That was a name she knew from reputation. Sinistra's business dealings in the Mid Rim and beyond had passed that name across her desk from time to time, but it was never in a poor light. She wasn't a Sith, but then again, no one was perfect. She had her hands in a lot of things, for all Sinistra knew, they had crossed paths at a salon for a Hutt and never would be wiser. Those things always turned into such dreadful drunken affairs.

She also knew that Arceneau was a supplier of the One Sith and so this had to be handled delicately. Or at least delicately enough that she would not find herself in a very private conversation with those closest to the Dark Lord. She did not fear death, she did not fear pain, however she was loathe to spend the remainder of her life with a constant, painful reminder of his disappointment torturing her morning, noon and night.

Danger extended her hand in greeting, while Sinistra didn't move, keeping eye contact. There was a slight smile on her lips as she stepped a little closer into the light, banishing the shadows from her face to reveal age and experience marking her. Her mind was running through scenarios and possibilities, her fingers still gripping the hilt, her thumb subconsciously caressing the on switch.

Why would Arceneau be here? Cut in on the trade? Making a move on the territory?

And more importantly, how did she know they would be here?

"Ms. Arceneau. This is an inopportune time for a feast. I'm going to assume this is not a social call on the Empire. The One Sith have no quarrel with you but I must ask you to state your business as I have some of my own to get down to."

Her sentence was punctuated by the thrum of her lightsaber coming to life in her hand, the sliver blade chasing the shadows away.

 

[Shaddi]

[Media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MVqdYcbDp8[/media]​

Objective: B
Location: Os Drop ship heading towards an isolated and abandoned airborne refinery near the gas giants equator.
Allies: OS
Enemies: Unknown
Gear: His Lightsaber, Sith robes, Infantry Armor under robes (Without mask) and his Tonka amulet (Charges left 8/8).
1/20

He sat in the drop ship in silence, wearing an infantry armor under his robes once again as he entered combat, however this time Rancor squad wasn't available as his escort so instead he simply went alone. Looking out the open side doors, he saw a lone Sleft-chuff fly lazily passed the airborne refinery that the drop ship was headed towards. He didn't like having to leave Khanath , Dilsya and Grarad behind on Coruscant given that they were still simple pups, but they were also Tuk'ata pups and he had left them with one of the beast masters to make them learn to obey commands and work well together and stay coordinated with one another and T'zanith's instructions.
Putting his puppies aside from his mind, he focused on the task at hand as he stood up and gripped one of the handles at the drop ships side doors as it approached the airborne refinery's landing pad. "Once you disembark I will stay in the area after I've done the next run my lord." The pilot spoke into the coms to T'zanith as he stepped off the drop ship. "Very good but be ready with a full squad should I need it.... and Pilot if I call you, you better show up immediately." T'zanith replied as he looked on as the drop ship left and then towards the perched Fleft-wauf sitting on top of the refinery which then screeched at him and then flew away. The gas giants winds already trying to pry T'zanith off the refinery and plunge him into the depths of the gas giants core. Moving to the doors leading into the refinery he sighed in relief as the winds were no longer trying to throw him around.
Inside the refinery however he felt uneasy as if something had caused the refinery to be abandoned. Moving along a corridor he began to head towards the command center of the refinery but he felt uneasy as he began to notice small scratches against the floor before his unease was confirmed as he saw large claw marks against one of the walls. "What could do this?" He asked himself out loud as he brushed his fingers against the claw marks which were made into a solid durasteel wall.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: One Sith and Taloraan Refinery Coalition
Enemies: Death.
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[member="Sinistra"] @T'zanith Zebron

The snap hiss of her saber told a singular tale.

It was a threat. How rude.

Danger narrowed her gaze but showed no outward expression that would say she was to be cowed by the mere ignition of a lightsaber. Danger hadn't come this far to know how to play her cards; momma always told her it wasn't the hand you were dealt but the hand who held the cards.

And Danger inherited her momma's hands.

"I am here to speak on behalf of the Taloraan Refinery Collaborative," she said simply, and directly, laying down the line on why she was here and why the One Sith would be so inclined to have a discussion with her.

"Arceneau Trade does business in this sector along with the Collaborative as well; word had it down the Hydian that my lords were set to head this way. Seeing as Lord Vornskr is normally around this sector..." name drop of the Voice of the Dark Lord and the area he oversaw - this specific Sector to be exact "I figured it would be right kindly to prepare if the Voice of the Dark Lord and his delegation would be in the area."

Yes. She had went there. Yes, she made it clear she had a relationship that seemingly was close enough to warrant her expectation of his appearance. And yes, she had verbally ignited her metaphorical lightsaber to the unknown woman who had yet to introduce herself.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: D (Dancing to my own internal radio)
Location: Orbit
Allies: What are those?
Enemies: Do I really need more?
1/20

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pANa4UDccQ[/youtube]​

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From the warship, Meshuga, she watched the reports flash across the massive holoscreen that floated in the centre of the bridge. Each report, heavily detailed, outlined all the invading forces enroute or already on the gas giant. Other reports from starfighters filtered in briefly alerting the Admirals and Captains of the other warships that they were either engaging hostile forces or have already wiped engaged forces out. The One Sith war machine was in full swing yet again.​

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Darth Venefica swung away from the hologlobe heading toward the exit of the bridge; with her final destination the warship's hanger bay. The heavy fighting she would leave to those eager Acolytes and Knights looking to lay claim to a reputation for themselves. Her reputation, however it was viewed these days, meant nothing to her anymore. She had served her time among the ranks of invading forces and even acted out the role of negotiator in others. Her passion these days lied elsewhere.​

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"Everything is in order, Lady Venefica," a young and eager rank and file soldier said when she boarded the craft.​

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"Leave. Now," the Sith Lady barked.​

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"Excuse me," the trooper said with a bewildered look plastered to his face.​

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"Precisely....you are excused."​

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Turning on his heels, the bewitched soldier exited the transport shuttle. Carefully she opened the lid on the small, metal cache she had requested be uploaded to the shuttle, taking out four empty vials and placing them inside the pouches on her bone designed belt. Her mission was simple. Infiltrate the labs here in Taloraan city and take the precious samples of Aquentac, a bio-engineered virus that was currently in a dormant state since the scientists were unsure of what they had in their possession, and put them to good use. A spy among the ranks of the science team had sold the information to her, and after studying the information at great lengths; the virologist understood what Aquentac really was. ​

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Throw a dash of alchemy and a pinch of Darkside energy into this Aquentac, and instant surprise for the enemies of the Sith.​

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Foolish people.
3/20

[member="Danger Arceneau"] @T'zanith Zebron

There were a number of things that flashed through Sinistra's mind. She name dropped someone higher up the food chain. A common scare tactic when someone has no footing. She implied that she didn't know if he would show up, but that it's possible he might show up. Arceneau was stepping in between the workers and the Sith, and betting that she would hold off her mission objectives simply because she feared the wrath of Lord Vornskr. All of them gambles, none of which were working. Sinistra could have gone along and backed down, but she stood firmly. This wasn't her first rodeo.

"Ah but he is not here. If your true intention was to protect the people here and you knew we were coming, I am puzzled why you did not simply evacuate them yourself. Or escort them to the transports they use to get to their lodgings."

Sinistra turned her right hand palm up and a rather frightened gentleman in the back of the room was lurched off his feet, as he clawed at his neck. His eyes bugged out of his head and he began to turn red.

"Instead you prepare a feast. And you believe this display of decadence will dissuade Lord Vornskr or any other One Sith from accomplishing our goals of securing this facility?"

The man had nearly lost consciousness, but he was not dead. The others looked petrified but Sinistra kept her sulfuric yellow orbs on the redhead, waiting to hear her answer. Her velvety voice was cool, and stern as she spoke.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: C
Location: Orbit
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: Those in the way
2/20

A loud clank sounded off just as Ruby was finished asking her question. A large grin slowly took over the features of the Sith Lord as he offered the pair a wink.

"Right now."

Pushing free from his seating, the man would go right for the exit of the ship, both hands calmly placed along a simple blaster rifle. On his hip however, the ever infamous Iridonian Revolver. Even he couldn't shoot it one handed without the help of the Force, though that wouldn't get noticed too much in the midst of a fight.

"Load up and get goin ladies! We got a V.I.P. to collect and bring to the safe house. We'll be meeting up with the guard here first, and they'll point us the way. We got good money riding on this, don't screw up!"

Already in character, the Sith Lord would be no more, replaced by a non force using ex commando with a lit death stick in his mouth. Blue eyes glinted with authority as he looked over the pair behind him. It was time to begin.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: One Sith and Taloraan Refinery Coalition
Enemies: Death.
[4/20]

@Sinistra @T'zanith Zebron

Danger's eyes took on a rather dangerous glint then.

The choked garbled sounds of the man the apparent Forcer held in his grasp would echo in the room. If there was one thing Danger disliked was stupid people and those who would harm the innocent without provocation. Oh she had her own set and reasons, but the woman just crossed a line that had her immediately on her chit list.

She was not happy. Not happy at all.

"These men are under my protection, Ma'dam." Danger would say carefully and precisely, with a sugary edge that would float like thick molasses. It also made it very clear where she stood with the Collaborative and the Sith.

"There is no need to evacuate when they are in their homes and I have direct business with the Voice of the Dark Lord were he to come here." she told the woman plainly.

"Considering my company works intimately with the One Sith there is no reason for me to consider that those under my protection will be harmed." a pause, and then that sugar smile would only widened. It suggested that there was an understanding between her and the One Sith. An understanding the woman was flirting on crossing.

"After all... my business deals directly with these Refineries... If Lord Vornskr so decided to utilize these facilities for his purview, then doing so in a manner that would benefit him, his sector, the One Sith, and the well being of all through simple negotiations would be the best course of action."

"Momma always said one gets more flies with sugar than with vinegar... and culling the herd of prime stock, " a pointed look was directed at the man the woman held in her grasp, "Is only denying productivity and profit from the outcome."

The underlying message was clear.

Let him go.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: C
Location: Ferus' 6 o'clock
Allies: OS
Enemies: Enemies of the One Sith
2/???



"Horaah!" Animus jumped off shouldering his Blaster rifle prepared and ready right behind [member="Darth Ferus"]. Animus had a brown cloth over his mouth and Black Shades to help with the Lack of VIsion from the Gas Giant. Animus was packing heat, Various Explosives and a Thermal detonator, his Nabooian Blaster, Lightsaber hidden in his boot, Two daggers in his chest held by a leather strap and his Blaster RIfle he was having a blast wielding.

He followed Ferus closely behind shoulder with [member="Ruby Wilded"] at his side. Quite a Charmer that one, Grew on you, like a Battle Maiden over your shoulder, Death would find it hard to get you with her on your side. Last time Animus was with her he was falling off the sky hundreds of Miles per Hour, broke several bones, and nearly died but he was fully recuperated and feeling better than ever. One Death stick in his ear another in his shirt pocket Animus felt like a Front Line Trooper. "Whoever Kills more at the end of the day" Animus clanked his rifle and gave a motivated Woot. "Get's first rounds in the bar free" Animus felt confident and undeterred. This day would be a good damn day.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Orbit
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: Any who we deem so
2/20

"Sir, yes Sir"! Ruby chanted off to her Masters orders. Don't screw it up. Just start blasting when he does. Not all that hard to remember, or do. Ruby started up her helmets HUD system. All kinds of info came into existance in her line of vision. She'd never used one of these things before. Heck a year before now she never thought she'd be off conquering the Galaxy. Still it was easy to figure out from all that video game experience she had. Red guys bad, good guys in green, anyone with an exclamation point had a quest to give. That's how these things worked right? Video games never lies to her before.

Animus chimed off about going to the bar after. That didn't seem all to fair to her since she wasn't of age. Likely she didn't have the taste for alcoholic drinks either. "And If I win, you have to buy me ten pounds of candy. Of my choice. With your own credits". Ruby punched him in the arm. That was for excluding her. Ruby was fitting into the role well already and they hadn't even left the ship! How things would go down in the city was another matter. A whole lot of unknown out there.