They Might Be Gas Giants (OS Dominion of Taloraan)

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: A
Location: Hover Pad
Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Sage Bane"]

Boots touched down on the hover pad which was to be thee rendezvous point for another assassin Xander was to meet. [member="Setzi Lunelle"] was a newer recruit to the cause, one the White Assassin had yet to meet. Darth Vizios did not have the time to meet every recruit, though he knew their stories. Hers was an intriguing one. Once again, Xander found himself partnered with a woman. This was ironic for a man coming from a chauvinistic society. The wealthy monarch had learned from his master, and other influential women, the gender was more than mere objects to be used by men for whatever they found them to be used for.

The Aspect of Conquest stood stiff. The wind blew around him, making the cloth around his neck flap about in the wind. Battle Birds, or whatever they were called, we being prepared as mounts for the Sith Assassins which were set to aid in the genocide which was about to occur. Xander licked his chops at the barbaric nature of this task.

His refined nature knew a limit, and masked the truth. Deep under the flawless complexion of the royal assassin lay the beating heart of a monster. Xander had not always been that way. It was drawn out of him by his beloved red huntress, long since taken from him by time. How he missed her, yearned for her. Were she alive he would be riding into battle with her instead, their unlikely alliance to prove very deadly. Alas she was not with him, yet Xander would still ensure those who died today would utter the name of the demon king from their lips as he struck them down.

"We must hurry if we are to be part of the first wave and the most damage. Bane has already left with his mount. Ours are waiting for us. It is rare I work with a partner. Do not make me regret it."

Xander was beginning to sound bitter as the loneliness he felt was finally beginning to affect him.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan city
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: @Kezeroth the Beholder
4/20

Ruby was on rear guard duty. Since they were running away from the advancing Sith Forces she'd be keeping the most off their tails. Firing round a corner on full auto she laid down suppressing fire on a group of Sith Infantry. Her weapon wasn't terribly accurate, especially firing from a non hip position. The blaster bolts sprayed wildly down the alleyway. Scorching the sides of buildings but otherwise not doing a whole lot of incapacitating. Ruby ducked back for a reload. She burned through the remains of the power cell and gas too quickly. Not that she had a choice.

Ruby peeked around the corner again. Those troops had already moved up, they were good. Too good for her liking. That's when she saw down at the end, on the main street. Two AT-HK's passing by. "We got another problem! Two walkers. We're gonna see them at the next intersection". Feth it all Ruby though. She opened up on the soldiers again. They hadn't made it to the next cover position yet. Two sent down. Whether dead or alive she didn't know. They needed to move now. Ruby abandoned her cover and made her way towards, Ferus, Malgus and the VIP.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

1/20
Objective: D for Duel.
Location: On the back of a moving Sleft-Chuff
Enemy/Ally: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

Darth Ophidia and Darth Pyrrhus stood in opposition. On the back of an enormous Sleft-Chuff, they were located. She would each this Togruta the point, balance, and absolute precision. His glee made Ophidia quite Motivated. Her sabre ignited with a snap-hiss as she moved into position. She held it raised before her then whirled it to get him aggravated. Her weight shifted to the balls of her feet, would he catch it in his vision? It was important that the learner caught all that she did, that way his skill would be elevated. Then came the moment of sudden decision. The ashen-skinned woman charged with great speed and met him with a diagonal cut, she was dedicated. Dedicated to push Pyrrhus to his limit by means of sabre-collision.

 

[Damien Zannen]

2/20
Location: Taoraan City, Streets - Airborn Heading towards Sith
Objective C
Allies: Darkside
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] @Kiera Ticon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwJj2EpC8vg​

Moving through the streets the Giants body began to produce adrenline from the chaos that came all around him. The Sith were in fact here to take over the planet like they always did. Ahead Kezeroths Orange gaze made contact with three approaching Sith associated persons. Whether they were Sith or Soldiers it mattered not, Now was the time to let loose and have fun. The challenge he heard through the force was quickly erased as he changed targets eager to engage in combat. Gritting his teeth the Giant began to thrash those around him about sending troopers and citizens flying several feet. Grabbing his Lightclub he roared shortly and quickly bent his knees in preparation for a mighty force enhanced leap.

In seconds the Gen'dai was air born heading toward the Sith ([member="Ruby Wilded"], [member="Animus Malgus"], [member="Darth Ferus"]) His landing point was not on point with their location but the would either way feel the small quake that would occur. " Karking Sith, Ill rip your limbs from your very being!" he shouted midst falling down toward their general area.

 

[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: Headaches.
5/20

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="T'zanith Zebron"]

There wasn't enough whiskey on Dressel to help the headache forming in her temples. In one ear, she was listening to some fantastic backpedaling regarding the need for rational thought. In the other, she was monitoring the com trafffic as Demarus gave her and her two squads audibles as they neared the drop zone. Three minutes out. She started tapping the hilt against her thigh, her frustration evident, but anger did not boil over from her just yet. However, the voice of those who wished for discussion grated on her, screech of metal on metal.

"SILENCE." She raised her voice for the first time, with just an edge of the Force to help project it in the room. It trembled the wall hangings and vibrated the glassware on the table.

"So what you are both telling me is that there is a communication problem in the One Sith, that the Voice of the Sector seems to have forgotten to relay to the rest of the fleet in orbit overhead that either of you would be here. That seems like something he would have remembered since you have both invoked his name."

Sinistra crossed her arms, her hilt sticking out above her right elbow. There is a pensive look on her face as she scrunches her lips to the side in thought.

"But none of this adds up. She's a surprise visit, you say planned. She said Lord Vornskr is a close, personal friend and you say he knows of this shindig."

There is a wide eyed look on her face in mock surprise.

"I think you're both terrible liars."

The jovial look melted off her face to reveal derision. A glance down at her chronometer, and a smile tugged the corner of her mouth.

"4 minutes."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws3Xd6SWFCs[/youtube]​

Objective: Watch the festivities commence
Location: In orbit on the Sith Command Ship, "Black Sword"
Allies: His own humorous company
Enemies: The bottom of his cup
Post Count: 1/20

While the Sith were loosed upon the unsuspecting world of Taloraan, the man who had assembled together the strike force to take the world (and by extension the very man who planned this entire operation) sat high and mighty in his private sanctum aboard the Sith-Imperial Star Destroyer, "Black Sword", and occasionally sipped from his goblet of wine as he surveyed the progress of each individual group as they inserted themselves on the gas giant. In truth he had given orders that the civilian population of the world was completely second to the acquisition of the planet itself and the precious refineries that orbited in the swirling clouds. Then again, he also gave a call to [member="Danger Arceneau"] and [member="Cryax Bane"] to both appear at the refiners at the precise moment the Sith he sent down to acquire them would arrive and no doubt go about doing what they did best.

So far he was not at all disappointed, and despite him being a pure advocate for totalitarian-styled order and stability, he couldn't help but thrust a smidgen of chaos into what would otherwise be considered a smooth operation. So the way both parties were reacting made Vornskr grin from ear to ear with his own dark and often times childish humor as a steady stream of audio and visual information was continuously streamed to him via his near-invisible and silent agents down on the ground.

"Hilarious."

 

[Shaddi]

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).
4/20

As T'zanith could see how Lady Sinistra was very impatient he had to lean in a little and whisper a question to Cryax. "Why is she so impatient?" He asked as he felt he might have been put into a very compromising situation were duty and self preservation would likely go against one another. His body's posture was a closed one, as he had his arms crossed as he stood with his back straight.
More and more he felt like this assignment had been a last minute one by one of the troopers to make sure the Imperial Governor would survive the encounter with Sinistra, a feat T'zanith felt he wasn't enough to guarantee that outcome.

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: C
Location: Undercloud public transport system
Enemies: Sith that don't shower

Another sith occupation equaled another Underground evacuation. It also meant an attempt at planting an info. bug within their data systems. The Flying Nuna was nearby. And ready. [member="Coren Starchaser"] was nearby, maybe. Or he was doing his own thing and monitoring things from afar.

The encrypted message went out in advance of the sith attack. The Underground information center was getting more and more sophisticated with the more sith networks she and the other slicers were able to hack. This time, the refugees were already lining up.

The gangly-blond had to be a spokeswoman.

#realworstnightmare

"Yup, right this way. Follow those droids there and they'll get you settled on the transport. Move along. Great!" Speckled-face continued to monitor the datapad clutched in her thin-fingers. She had to keep track of the networks and news reports. Better to move out early than too late.

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]
(2/20)

If the sound of the Sith Lord's approach and the snap-hiss of a saber sparking to life wasn't warning enough, whisper prodded at the back of her mind - turn. And that she did, orange blade igniting in time enough to block the strike, remaining carefully silent as she parried and stepped back, putting a distance of a few meters between the two combatants. Her head tilted almost quizzically to one side, her piercing blue gaze carefully studying the other woman as if to garner a weakness from her appearance alone. In reality her presence in the Force told it all, harboring a power that rivaled Keira's own. Each was just as volatile as the other, just as close to releasing their full potential in one violent burst.

In slow increments her stance relaxed, weapon held loosely at her side, no formal stance taken. For all intents and purposes the other woman appeared as any other Sith she had witnessed in her lifetime, with nothing explicitly setting her apart from the typical rabble. To be so uniform and rank and file would get boring quickly. Besides, when it was their systematic order that was destroying the galaxy, she had every reason to stand up against it, no matter how unorthodox and non-traditional her manner may have been. The Sith were a cancer imposed upon the galaxy, and people like her, those unafraid to toe the line, were as close to a cure as anyone was going to get.

The smallest of smiles crept onto her lips, and only then did she speak, "You should be careful about playing with strangers. Most of us don't play very nice." Well, it wasn't like the Sith did either, but that was precisely what made fights against them so interesting. Before in her life she had only truly clashed with Jedi, so to find herself on the opposite side of the battlefield with the other dogma would certainly be a change. This would be the closest she would come to death in a long while, of that she was almost certain. And strangely enough, she was at peace with things. To stare the end of her life in the face wasn't anything unusual, nor was it so atypical to take the life of another. This was an everyday occurrence, almost.

"Which one of them are you, then? It's awfully difficult to tell you lot apart when you all look, talk and fight the same. There's this thing called originality, and you might want to try it sometime." There was more of her usual personality. Words had always been her first defense when anything of the physical realm escaped her, and she utilized taunts in order to provoke her opponents most times regardless. Those that lashed out in anger were far more susceptible to being struck down than those who attacked in a calculated manner. Of course, she wasn't counting on one so experienced to fall prey to such a basic tactic. But it never hurt to test the waters.

Stretching out into the Force she drew the energy into her core, not hesitating to harness both the light and dark in her endeavor. Nothing about her visibly shifted during this, her expression retaining its careful neutrality, stance remaining nonchalant. Without warning a burst of the Force was released, a wave of energy intended to knock the other woman backwards and off her feet. She would be playing to her strengths far more heavily this time around. This was a fight she was going to win.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: B
Location: Taloraan Refineries
Allies: [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="T'zanith Zebron"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"]
4/20

Cryax and Danger exchanged glances. Hers were a vision of composure and grace. His? Not so much. As the chrono ticked down, the Chiss became more and more visibly distressed, and when the Sith Lord silenced them, he jumped. The corner was never a good place for Cryax Bane. When pushed, he tended to act irrationally. One would think that at this point in his illustrious career, he would have learned his lesson the hard way, but old habits died hard. When push came to shove, Cryax generally shoved back.

The Chiss blinked ferociously, the rut in his brow deepening. Four minutes was not enough time for even Cryax's analytic brain to do a thorough risk assessment on his situation to help him come up with a solution. It was time to wing it. Hard.

Red alien orbs darted around the room once more, then his face became vacant of emotion.

"Open fire."

At his command, the four blue droids simultaneously raised their Charric rifles, aimed their single red eye on their target, fired upon the Sith Lord, blue-beamed masers criss-crossing towards her.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: A
Location: Hover Pad
Allies: [member="Xander Blackmoore"] | [member="Sage Bane"]
Posts: 2/20

After Setzi entered the atmosphere, she docked the Pirate’s Foe against a large hover pad. The Sith were swiftly conquering Taloraan and reports of leaving the planet early had started to surface. Setzi pondered the original intent of her trip. If she didn’t have to be away from Darth Pyrrhus longer than she needed to… well, a change of plans was in order.

Setzi decided to join her Alchemy Master, Sage Bane and an assassin named Xander Blackmoore. As she approached him, feeling like the strong wind on the hover pad could just knock her right off of her feet, Lord Blackmoore spoke to her. With the rushing breeze she had to fight to hear him.

Do not make me regret it.

Setzi shot him an angry glare at this statement. When are you going to stop being surprised at the audacity of the higher-ranking Sith, she told herself. As an Acolyte and training under Bane, right now, she couldn’t afford to win a pissing match between herself and the quiet, somewhat severe, Lord Blackmoore. Still, it didn’t mean she had to accept this ignoble treatment.

“Lead the way, Lord Blackmoore," she said. "But don’t hurry too much, or you may forget to strap yourself into the saddle and fall off your mount.”

If he looked back at her, he would see an impudent smirk, the comment most definitely in retaliation to being ordered around.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: D (Dancing to my own internal radio)
Location: Orbit
Allies: What are those?
Enemies: Do I really need more?
2/20

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67xop-_vj-s[/youtube]​

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Taloraan City was in turmoil. Citizens where torn between staying and repelling the Sith invaders or turning tail and fleeing the city. Among all this chaotic activity, Darth Venefica barely registered anything more than a fleeting glance in her direction as she glided through the corridors that enclosed what passed as 'streets' in the floating city. She was here on business and had no time to play games with anyone, which bode well for the citizens electing not to disrupt or engage her.​

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Stepping over or simply side-stepping corpses, she moved toward the labs which by her memory were located on the far north side of the city, just a stone's throw from the judicial department. Drawing closer to her prize, her black and red-flecked eyes caught to brave souls standing guard outside the entrance to the facility. It seemed that even such a routine expedition as stealing precious viruses was going to get her hands dirty after all.​

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Both guards spotted the approaching Sith Lady simultaneously and began to raise their less civilised weapons, hoping to thwart her before she got any closer. Reaching out through the Force, she slammed both armed men against the wall, the force of blow disarming them, and after gripping each one by their throat began to lift them toward the ceiling; granting her a small amount of amusement as she watched their kicking feet try to dig into the walls to halt their ascent.​

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As the Queen of Madness stepped through the double-glass doors into the facility, she released their lifeless bodies and frowned mentally when she missed the sickening sound when they were reintroduced to the ground. Several scientists were scrambling about; some trying to shut down computers, some trying to activate the security systems, and still others where frantically trying to personally secure vials containing liquids of different colours.​

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"Leave us in peace," an older woman dressed in lab attire yelled when she saw the Sith Lady standing there.​

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"Peace....my dear....is a lie," Darth Venefica replied as she produced her lightsaber and thumbed the activation stud.​

 

[Darth Eversor]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Animus Malgus"], [member="Ruby Wilded"] + anyone OS
Enemies: Sacks of flesh worth nothing + anyone in the city

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slvwRr_m06s​

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In thrall to the evil lord​

a procession of the damned​

Sweating blood to serve the beast​

desolation of the souls​

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2/20​

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The murdering spree had already begun. While searching the streets for valuable flesh to rend, Abraxas took it upon himself to demonstrate what it meant to deny the Sith when they had their arms open to accept others into a life that would no longer be hard for them. To be under the heel of the One Sith was by far a more generous treatment than what was occurring at this very moment. Either way, they would serve and understand the error of their ways. A trail of citizens was left behind the creation as he forced his way into the city, violating its people with his own branding of careless destruction. At one point Abraxas even began dragging a man by the throat to keep him as a souvenir, but instead decided to spike him with such force into the ground that it would cause severe head trauma and possibly a broken skull.

They panicked and ran like insects attempting to avoid their inevitable extermination. This planet would only be intensified in its strength with such a presence bearing down upon it, yet the inhabitants displayed fear in their end. They should be dying in peace knowing that their homes and city will have a much more grand re-purposing once its saviors are done with it. Once the filth has been wiped away and the sheen is illuminated by sheer brilliance alone.

And everlasting was the sweet savory symphony of cries and death that rang in the ears of the ill-minded; crimson dashing the flesh across and every which way, an ever truer grandeur known only by gods among plebeians. The gaping mouths and quivering tongues that twitched with misunderstanding was all for naught as the heartless devoured their breathes with casual demeanor. Blessed were these servants of death, holy were they made in the image of greater good.

Blessed is the flesh that is torn for the pure.​

 

[Reverance]

Objective: B
Location: Thermosphere
Allies: Legion Yun'Do, [member="Sinistra"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: Time

The Teleute Class star destroyer hovered listlessly within the outer stretches of the atmospere, contemplating it's purpose with a seemingly endless drift - just out of grasp of gravity. The purposes of this mission were numerous, simple, and mind numbing. While he didn't mind the proposition of turning one group against another, it was something he had done before - tasted of the deceit to see which form of blood flowed more freely, thicker upon the crevices that separated the groups. Hyperbole: Who were the Wind Riders and the Denfrandi? And more importantly, who cared. Invasion and occupation? Dull. Attacking or controlling the airborn refineries?

He stood upon his organic throne, Vonduun Skerr Ygdris donning him in a sense of pride as he faced off against his own contingency. Legion Yun'Do, as far as the eye could see, worked like busy bees to keep this monstrosity afloat. And for all their work and his time taken garbing up for this reclamation of manifest destiny asserted by the One Sith and Legion, he seemed to imply that they had all but wasted their time with a swift gesture and thought. He was never one to give credence to the rank beyond the action that validated it, but for his own purposes, questions confounded action in his current placement above the planet.

"Take us out of orbit..."
"Sir..."
"Head back to Selvaris..."
"Sir?"

He didn't answer, just stared, and as the moaning of the Teleute chimed in to resonate the shift in it's position, he felt it. The mind forgets what it wants to and long ago, he had forgotten about the jewel wrapped around his forearm and hidden deep within, a crystal pressed against the flesh so long that where wounds form, the healing succumbs and skin molds over. The ache of ice was but for a moment, a blip on the radar, but it caused a twitch at the recollection of a memory from long ago. A master, a lover, a figment. Not possible, he thought, as he mentally shrugged and shook his head. The stars would turn to strings in the view screen as the ship jumped into hyperspace, leaving Taloraan and any curiosities Gabriel may have had in the view screen.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: D (Dancing to my own internal radio)
Location: Orbit
Allies: What are those?
Enemies: Do I really need more?
3/20

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yz-K8rY9IXo[/youtube]​

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The smell of death was mixing with the sweet essence of burning ozone from her humming lightsaber, as the Dagobah Sith stared at the massacre dealt to the scientists by her hand. She had hoped for an alternative to the killing, but fear and ignorance had cast these dead soul's common sense into the shadows; where one by one they were reunited with it once again. Powering down her weapon, she casually kicked over dead bodies and searched them methodically for any signs of the vials that contained the liquid form Aquentac. Nothing.​

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Clipping the untraditional looking hilt to her waist belt, it was time to conduct the search for her precious treasure. Wisdom would dictate the best area to start would be in the biohazard department but she had no desire to slip into a bulky outfit just yet. Unfortunately, the virus was in the last place she should have checked first. With a heavy sigh, she slipped into an oversized hazmat suit and carefully removed a hand from one of the slain scientists.​

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A sequence of beeps followed after the security system recognized the fingerprint pattern on the severed hand, and with a small hissing sound the double thick glass door was released from the locking mechanism. Tossing the now useless hand to the side, Darth Venefica entered the cold chamber where her eyes glazed over with delight. All along several shelves where different types of vials containing cures and toxins of all kinds. Compared to this Aquentac, those were child's play.​

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On the very last shelf, isolated from the other glass tubes, sat four vials of frozen liquid; the Aquentac. This was a turn of events she had not expected. According to the traitor that had sold her the information, the scientists kept the virus in liquid form so they could study it more. With a small shrug of her shoulders she moved toward the back of the chamber.​

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Once more she relied on the Force and called the vials to her, one at a time, and gently placed them in her pouch after she exited the chamber and removed the yellow and white outfit. For a brief instance she thought of plundering the chamber further, collecting more vials before she left, but discarded the notion. Greed was not in her nature. More than satisfied with today's positive outcome, she exited the facility and like before, casually strolled back to her waiting shuttle unmolested and undisturbed.​

 

[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"]
5/20

"Karking Sith? Well, it seems we got a man getting carried away."

A man Ferus knew all to well. He was a target, and a big one, for the Sith Assassins. Kezeroth. There was, however, no time to deal with the behemoth. With a wave to the left, he'd point to what seemed to be an abandoned building. "In there, quick! He won't be able to follow us. Let him fight those walkers for us." Their mission came first. That was the way of the Sith Assassins.

Following his own orders, the 'Commando' would kick open the door and rush in, more or less dragging the VIP with his free hand. Ruby would have to follow behind. "Get off those rooftops Oxi. Rendezvous in the building two ways over. Keep low, don't shoot unless you have to. Let's try to slip through to the safe house, got it?" Double time he went, running up the stares with the Governor close behind.

They had a job to finish before they would deal with the Behemoth.

 

[Mythos]

Objective C:
Location: Ground, Following Order from Ferus
Allies: OS
Enemies: What the Hell is that thing? [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
5/20
"Copy that Oxi one the Move" Animus was on the fly and quick, There is a Giant monster in the middle of street and it's heading in their general direction, this is not somewhere he wanted to be. Animus jumped from the roof and crashed into the building next to it through a window of wood sending chunks of wood flying everywhere. Running through the building he headed straight for the end of the building through the corridors of the second room which appeared to be the complex of apartments of Living Quarters.




Animus bashed yet another window landing on the ground below now on street level as he met back with [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] and made flank for the rear kneeling beside the door as everyone walked in shouldering his rifle ready to fire at any alley way. Animus looked through the streets and corners as the sounds of battle and explosions raged on, it was a scene pulled straight from an Action movie, everything was exploding, every corner had a firefight, every alleyway was drenched in blood.
The very air smelled of death, like a plague spreading thin through the air in the spite of all the chaos and bloodshed, Iron and Gas was the taste of this world now, Iron, Gas and Blood.






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[Rexus Drath]

Location: Capital city lower levels
Objective C: Sink that fucker
Allies: Probably none
Enemies: Probably everyone

A mixture of sensory awareness spice exhaled from Parker's lungs and into the air as he puffed out a smoke ring that wavered for a few seconds before dissipating into nothing. The bare chested tattooed terrorist Parker was cleaning a submachine gun and pistol on the bed of a crummy motel room located on the lower levels of the floating city. His rampant and sporadic crime spree had landed him here to have a bit of fun, shoot up some peeps, blow some things up, you know crazy terrorist stuff. So loading up a backpack up of high explosive charges the vong shaped clone grabbed his two weapons and loaded them with fresh clips of slugs.

"God I love the smell of smell of gunpowder in the morning." He said to himself as he retracted the pistol into his exposed mechanical arm.

Once he was all set up he hoped out of bed and opened the door to his hotel room and walked out into the lobby. Everyone seemed to be losing their minds, running around and screaming for help.

"Geeze haven't even started shooting yet." Parker said with the machine gun in hand as he passed by the breakfast bar snagging a yogurt and a spoon along the way.

Taking a long drag of his spice he exhaled more smoke into the air and flicked the butt into a pile of napkins to set it ablaze as he walked out of the room. As he exited out from the hotel he walked into the lower levels of the city to try and find his way to the repulsed lift engine rooms or control room that kept the massive city afloat. But as he walked through the halls more people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

"Wow my reputation must really proceed me. I'm just that good!" He said as he let his machine gun dangle from a strap.

Opening up his yogurt he began to spoon tasty strawberry flavored dairy product into his rotting mouth. Taking another spoonful he rounded a corner and came face to face with a sith trooper that had entered the city with the attack force.

"Oh, that explains things." He said casually to himself.

Noticing his weapon the trooper immediately raised his weapon in a attempt to fire at the crazed man. But Parker wasn't having none of that, grabbing his yogurt he had to make a tough choice. Continue eating delicious strawberry flavored squishy stuff, or possibly die... again. He thought about it for a moment then decided he wasn't about to go through that again, so sloshing his yogurt across the sith trooper's helmet visor he blinded the man and moved inside pushing the blaster up as it ripped off rounds into the ceiling.

"I-WANTED-THAT!!" Parker screamed as he clutched the spoon in his hand announcing each word clearly.

"YOGURT!!" He screamed as he jammed the spoon into the trooper's neck.

Gasping for air and spurting blood from his jugular the trooper clutched his neck to keep the blood in. But it was too late, grabbing the spoon Parker began to stab the trooper's neck over and over again until his bare chest was coated in scarlet blood and a body lay at his feet.

"I'm gonna miss that yogurt." he said as he dropped the spoon to the ground with a metallic clang and kept walking.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: D (Do whatever I want)
Location: Taloraan City Cantina
Allies: Booze, boobs, Fellow Sith
Enemies: Buzz kills
[2/20]


Vengeance laughed seeing a rather well endowed redhead enter the Cantina.

"Winner Winner gizka dinner."

Vegneance waited until she started to pass by the table he was at before reaching out grabbing her by the waist pulling her into his lap.

"Well hello gorgeous glad you could make it."

The woman screamed and tried to stand up. Vengeance chuckled tightening his grip around her waist. He turned as a man growled storming towards Vengeance with a blaster in his hand.

"What she belong to you or something................sucks to be you."

As the man started to level the blaster Vengeance stuck out a hand towards him. Focusing through the force the man would feel his chest start to get tighter and tighter. The man stopped fear crepping into his eyes dropping the blaster, cluthing his ches, and then coughing up a small amount of blood before dropping dead.

Vengeance smiled turning back to the terrified redhead.

"Now where were we."

 

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Objective: C/D, target hunting

Location: Ground, away from the main force

Allies: Nope

Enemies: [member="Urya Uvatera"]

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Go and assist the main force. There will be a woman there; a cybernetic amalgamation. One of the rebels causing issues on my world. Find her, and do with her as you see fit. Do not return without results, apprentice.

His teacher's words echoed in the back of Anderit's mind. It was by the force's grace that the ancient Sith Lord had taken him on as his pupil. He'd been singled out among the acolytes to serve as the will of Arcis. His future successor, his sword, his very will. This was just a test to make sure Anderit was capable. After all, if he could not eliminate a slicer, could he even consider himself Sith?

No.

The forces under Darth Ferus's command went about their business. It seemed they were intent on combating the hulking Gen'dai down the way. A challenge to be sure, and one that would very likely end in the acolyte's death. Better he leave such matters to those with more experience.

His master had given him specific orders, and they took precedence over the invasion. It wasn't as if it would fail, after all, the One Sith were an unstoppable force. Anderit could not bring himself to feel guilty about leaving his comrades to whatever fate awaited them.

The woman's position was pinpointed some time ago. A warehouse near the edge of town - he needed to catch her before she made her escape. Drawing his cowl over his head, Anderit darted off down one of the many alleys ahead, and made his way toward his quarry's last known location.