They Might Be Gas Giants (OS Dominion of Taloraan)

[Darth Eversor]

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//OBJECTIVE=C. RELEASING STASIS-CRYPT LOCKING MECHANISM... 3. 2. 1. POD DEPARTURE=SUCCESSFUL. APPROACHING SURFACE.// ​

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//CIVILIAN CASUALTIES NOT PROHIBITED; EXTERMINATE.//​

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//STIMULI ADMINISTERED.//​

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//ALLIES=[member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Animus Malgus"], [member="Ruby Wilded"]//​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4​

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Darkness. An inky blackness similar to the farthest pockets of space where no star shined brightly, where no hope spawned any ideals to nearby planets inhabited by the foolish such as this one. Red emergency lights activated and were reflected back by the darkness of Abraxas' helmet. His face painted a red hue as his HUD fed him statistical data and coordinates. His mission here was one that was of a rinse and repeat nature; a death sentence to those that have once again slapped away the rarity that was the grace of the Sith, and for that they must be punished and taught respect in a fashion most would not wish to dream of. Equipped with nothing more than his lightsaber for this assignment, he forced his way out of the drop pod with an inhumane kick to the hatch. The hunk of durasteel was sent flying away into the distance as the two-meter tall genetic spawn of The Butcher-King menacingly walked forward into war.

With each footstep, the eyes of the husk known as Abraxas scanned the area with fierce predatory instinct. No light shined or twinkled within his pupil, there was practically no soul within him. He wanted to feel life around him just so he could squander it with his own bloodlust; crimson blade in hand, he wished to reap the very essence of what it was to be caring or even human. He wanted to take away everything that was worked for like a black hole that could never be sated. He wanted to watch those that fell before him cry and beg, for it was the only form of emotion that he took interest in. Countless times the creation wondered why innocents suffered internally when everything pointed to an understanding of an end? Perhaps this was also something he would never know.

A weakness. He shurgged it off as merely a component that caused weakness. Superior was the killing machine with its cold efficiency.

There was silence around him, and only darkness in his being. The thing employed by hell itself set off towards the city, shrouded in decadence and carrying tidings of annihilation. The longing to feel life slipping through his fingers was growing ever stronger as the combat stimuli whispered the angelic tease of pleasure drawn from blood and mutilation. The twin hearts inside his chest began palpitating rather hastily as the casual stroll suddenly turned into a enraged sprint.

The silence would soon fall over this planet like many before it. The silence of mistakes that already echoed through history even now.

Fate was coming.

 

[Damien Zannen]

1/20
Location: Taloraan City
Objective C
Allies: The Darkside
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Keira Ticon"]? [member="Abraxas"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5abamRO41fE​

Taloraan was always a haven to smugglers and that meant only credits to be earned. Searching the streets violently with his lava colored gaze Kezeroth made each humanoid a dwarf in size compared to himself. With each step the ground could be felt moving oh so slightly. The Darkside Giant was on the hunt once again and armed fairly light. His armor was a must but in itself was considered a deadly weapon. Holstered on his belt was his DL-44 Heavy Blaster along with his Lightclub. On his back he carried his Power hammer Bone Crusher and his chest strapped with a single bandolier filled with all types of deadly explosive types.

Yet despite the Hunt, Kezeroth felt off. Something was familiar yet different and then he heard it faintly in his mind. ...come...
A challenge? At long last! A grin slowly crept on his masked expression as he dropped his data pad that carried the bounty targets name and image. None would be prepared for the destruction to come if the Gen'dai let loose the beast within. Following the call in the force the Giant hastened slightly and sent out a message of his own.

"Hah!" a single sadistic mocking laugh quickly echoed through the pathways of the force. Traveling through the City a very familiar sense came over him as he heard couple ships enter the atmosphere above. Best guess was Sith or some Darksiders. Either way it meant only one thing.... More fun and credits for him if he so chose it.

" LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!!" he roared.

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[Bolt]

Location: Places man, places
Objective: Things, and Junk, and Stuff
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: N/A
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Clad in an old acquaintance, his Recon Armor, Zaiden was astounded by how easy it was to actually create a Force Cloak. As a Knight, and Apprentice, he had difficulty bending the light correctly. His fathers suit had let him excel with little effort.

It actually augmented his ability! What about now? He was the greatest Master of light and its uses, so who could see him while wearing it?! It took an already peak performance, then enhanced it two-fold!

These thoughts coursed through his intellect as he flew his ship through the Taloraan atmosphere. But then things went quiet, before he began to let the memories he bore of the planet flow through. He had been here one time, yet that one time had managed to blow several cities from the sky, killing millions!

Now though, he was attempting to not be so malicious and evil, so such things would not be possible.

Sending his Force Shadow free of his mind while he piloted, Zaiden sought out any potential allies. Or simply people to coordinate with at some point...

There.

A man stepped onto a platform with a deathstick in his teeth, looking like a commando. But his Force Signature was one Zaiden had memorized recently. If his memory was correct, the mans name was Darth Ferus, and he had the title which so intrigued Zaiden: Dark Lord's Shadow.

Popping open the crafts exit, he rolled off the wing and began plummeting from the sky. Free fall was one of Zaidens longtime enjoyments, so he tapped on the pressure button along his jaw line to have his helmet retract to allow his hair to blow in the breeze. It was an amazing feeling, knowing for a while you are completely weightless, that anything could happen.

Adjusting accordingly, Zaiden aimed himself towards his targets ship. At the last moment, a large pressure of telekinetic power would jerk him to a halt above said ship. Landing with soft taps, he tapped the pressure button again, his helmet then slid piece by piece into place over his head. Waiting for his HUD to come to life, a quick Force Cloak was thrown over the entirety of the suit.

It really was amazing how little he had to do in the suit to make a perfect Cloak. He still wondered what it was capable of when he cast his strongest over it.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: D (Do whatever I want)
Location: Taloraan City Cantina
Allies: Booze, boobs, Fellow Sith
Enemies: Buzz kills
[1/20]

Taloraan the floating fortress world rich in gas. The next target for One Sith Conquest. Vengeance had spent so much time, fighting, and dueling, and just all around killing he wanted a break. While all around the planet Sith were getting ready to kill and conquer Vengeance sat in the Cantina sipping on some booze and all around tormenting the Server and the patrons of the fairer sex. He scanned the prospects wondering which one he wanted to keep.

"The redhead, or the brunette?"

Vengeance chuckled completely ignoring the blondes. In his eyes the only blonde that matter was [member="Darth Timoris"] and that had not changed yet. He still hadn't managed to crack the armor on that one curious to know if she was just as dangerous and fiery out of armor as she was in it. He bet was more so. It was a shame she wasn't here to enjoy the fun.


Finishing his drink Vengeance throw the glass at the bar with a laugh yelling for another one. A male guest glared at him causing Vengeance to chuckle.

"What?" "Go ahead say something."

Vengeance lifted the man up with a force choke and immediately dropping him enjoy the look of utter fear in the man's eyes.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: A
Location: Denfradi sleft-chuff settlement
Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
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[youtube]https://youtu.be/liW-kWFiXtQ[/youtube]​

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The bloodshot-pink Taloraan clouds billowed across the sky as Sage's fleft-wauf dipped and turned, diving through the air like a wayward missle. The white knuckle ride on the back of the giant avian creature made the Sith Lord's stomach somersault wildly. A group of Wind Rider younglings flew alongside him on their fleft-wauf, giggling at his obvious discomfort as they sped away. Rolling his eyes, Sage slowed the Fleft-wauf to a more manageable speed so that he could regain his composure.

The Sith Illusionist and a group of Wind Riders were meeting other Sith Warriors to seize the Denfradi sleft-chuffs in order to coopt the giant airborne beasts for new Wind Rider settlements. The aggression of the Wind Riders towards the more peaceful Denfradi was a perfect opportunity to curry the favor of the bird-riding warrior tribesmen, who might not mind a One Sith occupation if it benefited them.

As the Sith Lord approached the first sleft-chuff, Sage spied several Denfradi soldiers hanging off the sides of the attached gondola, grappling hooks ready to lash out and pull the riders off their birds. Sage had never battled on the back of a flying creature, but there was a first time for everything. The young Hand ignited his lightsaber with a snap-hiss, and tried not to lose his lunch as he swept towards the waiting sleft-chuff.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: B
Location: Taloraan Refineries
Allies: [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="T'zanith Zebron"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"]?
2/20

Cryax Bane, Imperial Governor of Csilla had been looking forward to today's meeting with [member="Danger Arceneau"] at the tibanna gas refineries on Taloraan. Knowing Danger's track record, the Taloraan mining commissoners along with any representatives of the One Sith would all be drinking the honey of her assurances in no time flat, and he and the Trade Queen would soon be drinking and trading boyfriend stories instead of sitting in a stuffy meeting. Of course, he would not leave Taloraan without scoring a juicy amount of tibanna gas for the Chiss. Anything to nudge his approval rating up over the abysmal number at which it currently hovered.

However, as he walked into the board room, his gleaming red eyes widened in shock. Contrary to his expectations, the meeting was not going well. At all. There was a lightsaber-wielding Sith menacing the room and trying to intimidate the Trade Queen herself, a Herculean task for anyone that knew Danger.

Ever prepared for assassination or any other type of bodily harm, especially with all of those unclaimed bounties still hovering over his head from his criminal past, the Chiss politician was flanked by four brand-new Hegemonic "Chiss" battle droids, specially made for the Ruling Families of the Chiss Ascendancy. The blue battle droids were armed with the traditional Charric weapons of the Chiss, but for now, their weapons stayed holstered until they received the signal from the blue-skinned hand of their master.

To diffuse the tension in the room, the business-suited Chiss spread his hands and cracked a wide, salesman's grin. His eyes flickered to the humming plasma blade and then back to his friend Danger.

"Esteemed Lords and Ladies," he began. "May I ask what this is all about? I'm sure that whatever the problem is, it's nothing a snifter of whiskey can't fix." He smiled at his assistant, a diminutive and non-threatening Bothan male.

"Frab, would you be so kind as to fix our Sith guests some drinks?"

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: B
Location: 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).
2/20

T'zanith walked along the corridor and headed into the command center of the refinery, all the while seeing small shimmering in the force as he walked. 'There's something here but how is it hiding itself in the force?' He thought as he entered the Command center and was glad it was in one piece. With a few manipulations of the command centers buttons and levers he turned the refinery on to it's full as it's repulsor lift generator was automated and was always on.
Walking out of the command center he hailed the drop ship. "Bring a compliment of troopers and engineers to this refinery then get some workers as well to man this facility. Also call in another drop ship so I can move on." He said into the com link on his wrist before he could hear it. A small scratch was the only herald to the Maalraas's attack from behind T'zanith.
Rolling out of the way as quickly as he heard the scratch but he also felt the claws rip into the armor on his back, causing T'zanith to stagger a little as he turned to the Maalraas and ignited his lightsaber. With a low growl the Maalraas tried to intimidate the Acolyte but instead it only got a Powerful red Lightning bolt into it's face as a reply from the acolyte. He had used a charge from his amulet to empower the bolt enough to sear the Maalraas's face as well as leave a burnt hole through it's face. Compared to T'zanith's opinion of Tuk'ata, Maalraas were severely lacking in ferocity and cunning.
Moving to the Landing pad once again he was just in time for the Drop ship to come and land, letting out a large squad of Sith troopers who immediately ran into the refinery while their commander stopped four steps from T'zanith and saluted. "Be careful commander and stay together and alert, there might be creatures inside the refinery which is most likely the reason it was abandoned in the first place." T'zanith said as he then went into the drop ship as it took off into the skies of Taloraan.
Once inside the Drop ship it suddenly veered off it's course and headed towards another refinery which hadn't been on T'zanith's list of sites to visit, mostly due to the fact it was populated. "What is going on?" T'zanith asked the pilot, his voice calm and collected. "You have been requested by an Imperial commander to diffuse a situation on a refinery near here. The imperial Governor of Csilla, [member="Cryax Bane"], is there and a detachment of trade oriented Workers intent on getting negation to join the one sith, my lord." The pilot then answered as his question as T'zanith could see they were a few minutes away from the refinery. "And why do they need me then?" T'zanith asked the pilot who coughed a little before beginning to utter. "There is another acolyte there..." T'zanith simply gave him the say no more gesture and waited for the ship to land on the refinery before disembarking.

 

[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: Bureaucracy.
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[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Excellent. A politician. Just what this situation needed. The Governor of Csilla was fairly easy to recognize, not that Sinistra was enthused to see him. There was a set to her jaw, and with a twitch of her gloved fingers, she choked the last life out of the man hanging in midair. She let the body drop to the ground, to a gasp from the other refinery workers. She thumbed the saber off again, although the silver cylinder remained in her left hand.

"There is an appalling lack of foresight here today." There was purr to her voice when she spoke, a velvety edge that normally promised pain to the listener.

"I was given orders to tactically capture this facility for the One Sith. And yet." She paused slightly shaking her head in disbelief. "It seems that you believed an invasion was a perfect time for a business meeting. I can't decide who in this room is more foolish. She for thinking that the lives of the miners means anything to me when their families are surely being slaughtered like livestock over in the city complex; you for thinking she has any say over what happens here since last I checked, we aren't here to sign contracts, we're here to forcibly take over."

She took a deep breath, half closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Or me wasting breath to speak at all."

She dropped her hand back to her side, a stern look of determination on her exquisite features. "I'm not here to negotiate. I don't give a damn if any of you walk out of here alive, so long as the One Sith have complete control over this facility. Those are my orders and there isn't a soul on this floating, little factory that has the authority to change them."


That last little bit was directed at the Chiss and his staff. She reached up to graze a button on her earpiece.

"Demarus, deployment is a go."

::Acknowledged. ETA is 7 minutes, 36 seconds.::

Sinistra pursed her lips, a look of supreme enjoyment on her face.

"If you'd like to move your little tea party elsewhere, you have 7 minutes to evacuate."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: C
Location: Ground, Securing VIP
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Razor Shot"]
Enemies: Those in the way [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
3/20

There was a reason why Ferus was named Shadow of the Dark Lord. It was simply because of his ability to make his force signature non existent. Countless years of dabbling with Art of the Small has made his signature so mold able that he could make himself seem force dead to even the most powerful Force Users ability to sense. And this was no exception. To help with the guise of being a simple merc, he set his signature to atomic, and not even the living Force around them would react to him.

A grin formed on his face as blue eyes glanced over the palace guards. They were stocky build, not the sort of flimsy ones people would expect from those away from the front lines. These were the best of the best, probably seasoned warriors pulled from the battlefield.

One of them, an Iridonian, raised up a hand to point down an alley. "Cut down that way. The V.I.P. is in a temporary bunker on the otherside. We got Sith troopers over here, but we can handle em."

"Aye, that I'm sure of. Come on you two, let's get this over with."

There was a nod from the man as he turned for the alleyway, rushing down with the speed of a trained soldier, both hands holding his rifle. This might be an easier job than expected.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Taloraan City | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: Enemies of the One Sith
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: [ 01/20 ]

Lilin had not been to many gas giants in her life. To her, they just didn't feel like real planets to visit, maybe because the only habitable parts of these worlds were up in the sky above the surfaces of the planets and were just technological masterpieces made to stay in the air and provide home to the people who do like living on gas giants.

But Lilin just wasn't a fan of such places.

So when she heard the One Sith had entered Taloraan's orbit, she was quite hesitant to go there and provide some destruction, but something inside her told she would regret not going there. Maybe because she had the burning desire to destroy the evil forces of the galaxy, maybe because she had not been too much into fighting lately.

However, there she stood, in the busy streets of the Taloraan city. She was there for an old relic which was brought there by a criminal mastermind. But deep inside, she wished she would encounter some SIth on the way.

 

[Carach]

[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Objective B: Enjoy the show[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Location: Refineries [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Allies: [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Sinistra"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Enemies: Curiosity. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px][01/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]There were [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]things[/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px] that a man could say. Certain sentences and words that could defuse a situation before it turned into a problem, but as the Voice of the Dark Lord leaned against the wall and watched the situation unfold in front of him… Carach found that he had no desire to stop this particular dramatic situation just yet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]He could have.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]The authority of the Dark Lord was burned into him. Pitch black and crimson markings decorating his back and moving at their own leisure - even here he could feel the touch of the Emperor. But this was simply too… [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]interesting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]At first Carach had come here to ease the transition of the Taloraan refineries into the hands of the One Sith. Iron Crown had operated most of these refineries themselves, and even after the retreat of the Fringe Confederation… well certain ties will always be strong - no matter what.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]But this newcomer, this Sith? She intrigued him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]“Now what will the illustrious Danger Arceneau do next…” the Sith Lord hummed to himself. Only the pitches of amber lighting up in the darkness of his shadow.[/SIZE]

 

[Shaddi]

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

(Best imperial march starts at 01:21)​

Objective: B
Location: An isolated and abandoned airborne refinery near the gas giants equator.
Allies: One Sith, [member="Sinistra"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: Unknown
Gear: His Lightsaber, Sith robes, Infantry Armor under robes (Without mask) and his Tonka amulet (Charges left 7/8).
3/20

As the drop ship touched down on the landing pad, T'zanith could sense them before he could see them. Two sith lords, one of which was a voice of the Dark lord himself. "Why am I being called here?" He said out loud to himself as he continued forwards and entered the Refinery. The first thing he saw was an overzealous acolyte about to kill a defenseless miner, with a few dead behind him.
The acolyte looked at T'zanith and smiled, reveling in the slaughter, that smile however turned to bewilderment as T'zanith threw him back, without even moving as he walked towards him. The Acolyte would burst into the conference that was going on between the miners and Danger on one side, Cyax Bane on the other and the sith lords seemingly the third faction at the now broken table. T'zanith however wasn't thinking straight and was only focusing on the acolyte which lay on top of a broken table rubbing his head. "What's your karking problem they were only miners!" The acolyte would shout before force lightning would erupt from the ground in front of him with a flick of T'zanith's wrist. "We are sith, not senseless barbarians so act like it." T'zanith said calmly as if he was swatting a fly to the side as his expression was one of contempt for the acolyte.
Suddenly realizing were he stood T'zanith flicked his wrist again, sending the other acolyte flying out of the room, screaming a little. Bowing before his superiors he apologized for the display. "I am sorry my lord and lady, I was assigned here as extra security to the Chiss imperial governor here, but seeing such wasteful death of people who have already expressed their interest to join our empire caused me to become a little emotional, again I apologize for my unsightly behavior." He was genuinely apologizing but he didn't do it like most Acolyte's he'd seen bowing and snipping at sith Lords and ladies to get their attention and tutelage he was simply apologizing to his superiors, nothing more, nothing less.
He then moved up to stand respectfully at Cyax bane's side.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Orbit
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: Enemies of the One Sith
3/20
Animus jogged behind Ferus like a trooper, his time in the Nabooian Boot camp and Dogfighter school taught him a few things of Soldier etiquette other than how to shoot a blaster at enemies over 100 Yards, it taught him the Jog and Body training, Personal Training and fitness were very important to Animus from a long time now, it helped in situations like these because it would mean his Stamina was like a vast pool and hard to deplete.

Animus laughed at Ruby's comment on Candy, he had known the lil lady had a sweet tooth and filling her ship with candy and the likes was not in any way a Joke. "You got it missy, but don't come crying to me when you can't sleep" Animus laughed as he trekked behind Ferus hot on his heels shouldering his rifle and his Reactions and reflexes as sharp as needles.

Animus felt a nagging presence, a feeling he couldn't shake off... as if something was near.... something powerful. Soon the mission would be his only mindset, as he trailed behind the Shadow prepared to do his mission. Animus secretly wanted [member="Darth Ophidia"] to be around, or somehow see him from somewhere, Prove to her that he was worthy of her teaching. A smile bathed his face when he realized that the Head of the Governor and V.I.P.'s was just the things he needed for that thought.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: B
Location: Taloraan Refineries
Allies: [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="T'zanith Zebron"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"]
3/20

Cryax watched the unfortunate soul drop like a lifeless sack of Shurra fruit. The sight gave him an unpleasant shudder and elicited a tiny bead of sweat on his forehead. Despite his discomfort, the sycophantic grin stayed plastered on his face. With a nod of his head and a simple Cheunh phrase, the Chiss ordered two of his blue metal soldiers to march across the room and stand next to Danger so that the Trade Queen had a modicum of protection from whatever Force gobbledygook the aggressive Sith Lord tried next. Cryax's Bothan assistant stood frozen in place, whiskey bottle in his furry paw, unsure if he should continue with his boss's orders or not.

"Whoa, hey now," said Cryax in the most non-threatening tone he could muster. "As I'm sure Miss Arcaneau explained, my colleague and I were given full clearance to conduct these talks, by the Voice of the sector himself. The same Voice who appointed me the Imperial Governor of Csilla, as a matter of fact. I'm sure this all just one big misunderstanding."

It was a little white lie that he was sure would be forgiven by [member="Darth Vornskr"], who had been merely notified of the meeting by Bane's cabinet, but had not necessarily given an official response. There was no telling if the Sith Lord would pick up on the Chiss' insinuation that he was bought and sold by the Sith, and frankly, had been for a very long time. His glowing red eyes flickered to the Chrono on the wall. Six minutes until Force only knew what would happen.

His appointed Sith bodyguard arrived, and he gave the young man a brief nod of his head. He turned back to the raven-haired Sith, a conciliatory expression painted on his blue face.

"We'll all look back and laugh about this, I'm sure."

 

[Liliane]

Location: Taloraan City | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: Enemies of the One Sith
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: [ 02/20 ]

Lilin looked at a piece of paper, a note, for a moment, then scrambled it and slid it into her right back pocket before starting to move ahead. Her steps were quite fast and unevenly paced and as she also tried to get past all the people she had to cross on her way, she nearly stumbled every once in a while, which definitely got into her nerves.

She was in a hurry, alright?

But she didn't have a better way to get to the place she'd heard the relic was in, so she had to manage to move that way. If she could only go on faster and not be stopped by all these people who just couldn't follow the societal norms of walking on the right side of the sidewalk.

She saw a group ahead of her -- one which took over the whole sidewalk. Great, now she would have to wait behind them to move on. For a moment, she thought of shouting at them, asking what was wrong with these people that they didn't understand people were supposed to get past them some way.

But she didn't. Instead, she had to step on the road, walk really fast while trying not to get hit with any speeders, and had to step on the sidewalk again.

She'd lost a great amount of time because of just standing and all these people on the road, but if she managed to get there in the next half an hour, which she supposedly was able to do, she was doing alright.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

There was relief at seeing Cryax Bane, the Governor of Csilla join them. Someone sensible would be able to relay that discussing things rationally would serve in the better interests of the One Sith.

A genuine smile went out to Cryax. Perhaps things can now be smoothed over.

“Ah, Governor Bane… a pleasure to see you again.” Danger had spent a lifetime working hand in hand with Sith Lords, Corporate giants, Supreme Chancellors, Lord Protectors, and whatever Grand Poobah one can come up. Her interactions were always neutral, and always searching for methods that would alleviate tensions.

Until the lifeless body of the worker would come crashing onto the floor with a finality that did not bode well to all in attendance.

It was clear as soon as the death was snuffed from the worker that this was going to be a whole new grav ball game. It was only the years she had to maintain her composure that her ire was masked, and that the aura of civility would linger and that her bearing be maintained. None the less, she would not forget the woman’s face.

The corners of her mouth would slightly tense, and she took a quick breath through her nostrils. Beside her, she felt the flanking of Bane’s guards, and her heart went out to him that he would go out of his way for her. That was a favor she would not forget anytime soon.

“My Lord,” Danger began, careful to keep her tone neutral and calm if not persuasive. “I ask that you please consider the options that would offer the least resistance and the most benefit for the One Sith,” her tone was still pleasant, but the tension had hiked up a dozen degrees. There was the shuffle of feet, and behind her, the workers along with the Overseer were leaking fear like Bantha piss to the floor.

“The Refinery Coalition is willing to work to come under the One Sith jurisdiction without the bloodshed.”

Danger could only explain it in so many times. If the Sith would not see reason… things were about to get interesting.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Taloraan City | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: Enemies of the One Sith
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: [ 03/20 ]

Lilin tried to make her way through the streets while also keeping an eye one the buildings around. Supposedly, the building she was looking for was privately owned, most likely a flat of a kind, and was not too noticeable as it didn't have anything unique and amazing to it when compared to other buildings around. This information made finding the right building quite easy, she had to note. Especially if she had the building's address as well.

But the point was, she had limited time an if she didn't get there fast enough, the relic would be gone. So she had to move fast and she had to move in schedule. If she lost a single minute, she could as well just not have continued going at all. The thing she was looking for would be gone.

The thought of that happening made her stomach twist and that was definitely something she didn't want to happen. If she were to throw up, she would lose some time which was too valuable. If the city was so packed, there was no way she could lose time on anything other than moving towards the end goal.

Ugh, why were these things so difficult?

Her eyes moved rapidly from one building to another, trying to locate the one which would resemble nothing and would not be special in any way. She could tell it was not far away, maybe only a few hundred metres or so, as she was getting closer to the address she'd been given.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan city
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
3/20

Ahh the wind over her battle helmet. The free feeling as her leg muscles pumped one after another in perfect rhythm. If there was one thing that she was any good at it in this galaxy it was running. Ruby easily kept up with her Master and the other Acolyte, Malgus. They tore down the back alleyways of Taloraan City. The promise of candy keeping her spirits high.

Ruby held one hand on the vibrosword's sheath to steady it, and the other to hold the repeater at a small length from her site to reduce the noise of anything shaking. Being stealthy wasn't exactly a priority, but practicing on a mission didn't hurt. On the way they met up with some of the palace guards. Enemies other Sith were sure to cut down. If the explosions and blaster fire she could hear a short ways off indicated the ferocity of the attack ongoing, it would only be a matter of minutes before their position was set upon. They were nice enough to give them the location of the V.I.P's though. It was their job to protect them as well as ours; if only they knew.

"Right boss. Lets get going". Ruby was eager to prove herself today. If she's quick enough perhaps she could take out the Governor before the others.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: C
Location: Ground, Securing VIP
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Razor Shot"]
Enemies: Those in the way [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
4/20

"Keep your eyes up folks. No more jokin around, we got hostiles." Around the corner popped two Sith Troopers. Without waiting, the Sith opened fire on his own people, to keep up his disguise of course. To those around him, it looked as if he killed the men dead. However, they were still very much alive. Injured of course, but the Assassin wasn't about to kill loyal soldiers for any reason.

With the path clear for the moment, he lead the other two right for the bunker. Two heavy guards stood out front, but quickly moved out of the way to allow them access. Within, the Governor. He was a Chiss, and his reed eyes flashed over to his armed escort.

"I'm still not sure why I needed to hire outside help, but I won't complain. Shall we go?"

Slowly the man stood, a baster pistol in hand. From the way he held it, it was clear he knew how to use it.

"Aye, we shall. Form up around the VIP mates, keep him protected. Red, you watch the flank. Oxi, eyes up to the sky. Don't need any snipers on the roofs. I'll take point." With that, the mercenary leader gone bodyguard would lead the group out, his rifle already swiveling about. They were clear for the moment.

"Double time folks. Lets get there quick!"

 

[Mythos]

Objective : C
Location : Ground, Protecting V.I.P.
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: Whoever get's in our Way

4/20

Animus jogged behind the Shadow fast, picking off enemies at a distance, Animus was a good shot, he trained with Blasters for a while but he was careful not to fatally injure any of the One Sith troops, Leg shots and arm shots riddled two troopers while Animus shot a wink at a Taloraan Guard who met him with a cheer. Animus was quickly hot on Ferus' heels behind him and around the vip.

"Aye sir, Moving up to second clearing" Animus was up the stairs like a Sand Panther on trees. Quickly he got to the roof of the compound and produced his Scout monocular. It took him a few seconds to adjust and begin scanning rooftops one by one. Suddenly he saw a One Sith unit moving and positioning in a building not 20 yards from him. Sorry guys, he thought in his mind as he used his telekinesis to snap the Wooden support beam of their medium perch dropping them a good story high.


He was alone on the rooftop, no one around and the rooftops seemed clear besides that one, suddenly... He saw a huge thing barreling through the streets far away.

"Boss we got a huge situation" Animus said he focused on what the thing was, about 3.5 KM away he saw [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] in the battlefield. "Looks like a Beserker, bigger than any we seen yet, about three in a half kilometers, heavily armored, i suggest an Alternative route, sky is clear no Scouters or Snipers that i have seen"