Ticket to Conquest (OS Dominion of Anaxes)

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: The Facility / Alpha Red Objective
[member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

A drop pod screeched through atmosphere. The red-hot pod landed in a spray of dirt not ten meters distant from Carach and his guards. The pod's door blew off its hinges, kicked out, as it happened, by the massive foot of a very uncharacteristically serious-looking cetacean. Darth Orcus had arrived, shirtless though with pants, a giant Vonduun Skerr Kyrric shield on his back, a light club in hand and a blubbery frown that looked about as tolerant as a firaxan shark mid-feeding frenzy.

"Hello brother," Orcus boomed in his oily bass as he noted Darth Carach standing on top of a nearby roof. There was no charm enriching his words today.

Orcus strode past the buildings occupied by Royal Guards and right up to the front entrance to the facility. The appearance of a large entourage of Sith in the skies and on the ground meant that the Bando Gora would likely be trying to find some other way out than the obvious methods. As it happened, the scholarly side of Orcus had discovered some rather important details in the blueprints of the facility on the way here. Blueprints many One Sith did not have access to, as it happened. The benefits of having vast connections.

What did they reveal? A sewage system.

The blast doors of the facility already hung awry due to the Bando Gora's recent incursion, but they were not large enough for a Herglic to fit through. So Orcus kicked them open and strode inside. The bravado so common to the Herglic was gone, replaced by cold ambition. This mission, above all others, was important to him.

Woe betide the person who came between the whale and his mission.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: Kill Stuff
Location: Space, the Final Frontier
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Ferus"]

The metal door slid open as Gabriel looked upon the empty hallway. The white inflorescence cast a brightness about the room, lighting white panels with a brilliant spectacle of even more white. Squinting, having to adjust from the dark hangar room and star specked gloss of black, he quickly adjusted and accepted the brevity of discomfort. After all, discomfort and comfort were fleeting things, but pain, true pain, that was something that lasted forever. It was something he counted on.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor as he matched it with his own pace, jogging slowly, as the shotgun swayed back and forth to the motion of his movement. As the corner formed, he steadied the shotgun and upon suspect movement and shadows, he pulled the trigger and ejected a round. The slug, crawling through the arid environment with glee and speed, found purpose in between the breast plates of an armor, splattering soldier against the wall. He pumped again and dove, sliding across the glossy shine of the floor, leaving a carving of his figure in the wake. As he cleared the corner, he fired upwards, taking the head clean off a soldier and sending the body down in a slump. Cocking the fore-end, ejecting another slug, he fed two rounds and stood up, wondering what the hell was going on here. Why were they only sending a few here and a few there? It would be far more effective to send them all at once, more blood to bathe in. Silently mourning the notion that he was forever doomed to pick from the scraps until the showcase ending, he steadied the shotgun and continued down the hallway in proper commando form.

As he did, he picked up munitions from the fallen foes, which included a blaster pistol hidden in the belt and a string of thermal detonators. Dangerous thing to keep on a ship, he thought, best keep a hold of them for safe keeping. Wink!

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Objective: Get Nobles To Safety
Allies: [member="Vrag"] , [member="Khan Ra"] , 10 Elite Marines
Location: Above Citadel

Vi'kas's new cybernetic eyes had detected several heat sigs inside the citadel, and he was there to make sure they went away. The dropship hovered above the building, as he and 10 of his best Marines fast-roped onto the roof. Using hand signals, he ordered 5 of them to use their glass cutters to silently breach the window, and the other 5 to keep a look out. He saw fire in the distance, most likely [member="Vrag"] .
He was the guy who did stealthy infiltration, the more delicate stuff. He turned around, and watched as his men cut a circle in the glass, and silently removed it. He rolled his neck; it had begun.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Disrupt the ritual Commit arson... and genocide?
Location: At the scene of the crime
Allies: [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZOBRbVCJL4​

It got hard, from time to time, when your bosses expected nothing but top-notch performance day in, day out. Her regenerative abilities helped somewhat, but those only helped with bodily ailments, and after weeks of killing, there was bound to be some consequences even on the more seasoned of minds. Vrag was used to it, really, being pushed to work tirelessly without being afforded even a day of respite, but it didn't make her like it any more. It's not like she was getting paid for services rendered, anyway.

She dragged in a ragged breath when a bullet dug into the padding between the plates, scraping her hot flesh. She rewarded the lucky shooter with a quick death by her red blade, already moving on to cut down another of his comrades. Faced with the armored troops of the Sith from every direction, the Bando Gora were fighting a lost battle. Still, that was the catch with these sort of raving cultists; they just didn't think.

Where the prospect of an inevitable, agonizing death would have swayed many a rational combatant, these madmen — and women, equality and all that — just wouldn't back down. For them, surrender was but an absurd concept, unfathomable by their addled minds. The Knight would have rather liked to have engaged a more clear-headed enemy, for at least then the massacre would have been cut short. With these people, however...

Her lightsaber singed through another sloppy defense, and Vrag swallowed a scathing remark. The guy was already dead, and she wasn't quite yet at that point where she'd start spitting on the cadavers of the fallen. A couple more planetary deployments, however, and such actions might very well enter her repertoire.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: What Was Yours...Is Now Mine (Steal Data)​

Location: Command Ship​

Allies: [member="Reverance"] ... [member="Darth Ferus"]​

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The combination of the ship's vibrations and the pounding the hull was taking from the Sith fighters was like a macabre lullaby in her ears. To add to the soothing sound, she began to hum and whistle as she skipped along the corridor toward the section where the bridge was at. She had no idea how she would get in. Knocking sounded as good a plan as any, but the enemy wouldn't simply oblige her by opening up the door. That would be foolish.

Appearing out thin air two Bando Gora emerged from a side door in the hallway and before they could react, she killed them both. She looked at the two corpses for a brief moment before skipping down the corridor again. Echoing off the walls were the sounds of blaster fire from further down another corridor to her left. She toyed with the idea of joining in the fun but decided it would only be a waste of her precious time. Focus. She had a job to do, play time will come later and at someone else's expense. A Jedi perhaps? No, they talked to much.

She peeked around the corner to make sure the way was clear, and it wasn't. Smiling, she ignited her lightsaber and went to work killing two more of the enemy. "Nothing personal...you're the bad guys," she said looking at their corpses for a brief moment. Once more she began to whistle as she skipped along until she reached the door that led to the bridge.

With her right ear pressed up against the door, she tried to listen for any activity. When none could be heard, she knocked on the door and said, "Hello...is anyone home?"

 

[Khan Ra]

Objective: Find the cultists
Location: Somehwer ein the city

Why hadn't he found it by now? It should have stuck out like a sore thumb... Where was it? The only other living being he'd seen besides his troopers and hismelf since he entered the city was a single Bando Gora scout. He would have liked to interregate him, find their ritual base, but his own troopers had been a bit to trigger happy. Now they were all but lost; searching for where the cultists ha hidden themselves... Every second wasted was another second another Sith could claim the glory before him. He had no idea [member="Vrag"] was already doing just that.

(Forgot to follow the topic, so now I'm a bit late for everything. )

 

[Darth Ayra]

Pols Anaxes was unrecognizable, as the Muun made his way along it's streets. Soldiers, with the emblem of the One Sith blazed on their armor, were rendering citizens left, right and center. Anaxes was being brought under the banner of the Sith, no matter what the events that were going on in the galaxy or if it's people agreed with them. Once the bastion of the Galactic Republic, the center of it's military might and it's beachhead to Imperial Center, it would now fall beneath the bane of the revitalized Sith.

Serj arrived at the residence of Isabelle Vilor, after an altercation with an Echani who tried to mug him and then the soldiers who had intervened, just when it looked like the Muun was about to lose his wallet, papers and life. It was only when his name had been run through that the One Sith released him. This surprised him, as he was confident that he was going to be arrested and detained. It would remain a mystery for him, unknowing that a certain Sith Lord had ensured that nobody would interrupt his work.

Knocking on the door, Serj stepped backwards and waited to see if someone answered.

 

[Onrai]

As usual, the Detritus bombers opened up with a full barrage of fire on the hostile ship, offloading proton bombs and their various individual weapons as speedily as they could against the craft. The Dreadnaught's shielding soon buckled with the copious amount of fire directed towards it, the heavy bombers unleashing piece after piece of ordnance against its hull, leaving deep gouges. Weapon mounts began to fall silent as the ship's flaming wreckage twisted in the vacuum of space, the vessel nearly split in two at the impact of thirty-two proton bombs against it. The bombers still had enough ordnance left for one more run before they would need to leave.

They chose a pair of Nebulon-B2 Frigates, former Imperial vessels, and split into small groups of two. Two of each of the bombers aimed for the connecting points of each frigate, their proton bombs impacting along its length. The two vessels soon split into two, becoming most worthless as the bombers, their ordnance exhausted, began to beat a retreat. The Gladiators, still engaging some Bando Gora TYE-Wings, finished up the worthless fighters before returning to their escort position.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Primary Objective: Slip the leash
Secondary Objective: Board the Command Ship and…wow, that’s a lot to do!
Location: One step behind everyone else
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Reverance"]

What was the point of leaving Coronet to join the Sith if there was an expectation she’d be a good girl? She wasn’t even pleasant when she was at the Corellian Academy - she was the wild child and her behaviour was overlooked because of her older…yes, well, it was overlooked. She’d give that fething piece of karking poodoo no credit for anything that Melori achieved.

So the moment Taeli’s back was turned, Melori simply followed the group that was heading into space. She kept quiet, her head down and wondered what she might learn. The dynamics of the group were always good to see. Who was in charge? Who thought they were in charge? Who were the favourites, the brown-nosers? These were important facts for later.

So she now sat and watched the dynamics play out. It seems many had inner demons but some were more visible that others! The closeness in the shuttle was a little unnerving. She was the newbie here and with very little to bring to the party, so the fact that the ‘veterans’ seemed on edge should have worried her. In fact, were it not for her over-inflated ego and arrogance, it would have done.

And then they docked. She let the others file out and hung back. Dead she saw limited career progression, so she’d let the others lead the way and she could simply follow, observe and see what prizes she could pick up along the way.

She didn’t know where exactly to go - but the trail of dead bodies was a certain clue. She stopped at the first and picked up a small blaster from the dead man’s hand. At the second she traded up for a much larger blaster and pocketed the first one. Rounding a corner she came face to face with a spotty-faced youth who looked more shocked than she felt - which was surprising. A point-blank blaster bolt to the face certainly cleared up his acne, but the hole where his nose used to be would take more than cream to fix. Reflecting that this was her first intentional kill, she smiled. This trip was even more fun than she’d expected.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Burn the witch
Location: Barbecuing the fething cultists
Allies: [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]

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

Another bullet found its target, digging deeper this time. The warrior winced, her resolve faltering for but a moment before she bared her teeth and plunged her blade into the assailant's stomach. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, keeping his dead body propped up on her shoulder as she defended her right flank with her lightsaber. The asphalt and concrete around them were blasted and cracked, revealing scorched earth underneath. Pillars of smoke rose into the overcast sky, the craters below them still full of sizzling ember and charred skeletons.

The Knight was tired, and aching, and her troops did not number in the hundreds anymore. The Bando Gora had it worse than the Sith, however, and she found a morbid sort of strength in their wavering defense. Zealots or not, fighting in a graveyard of your friends and comrades had a way to destroy your will to go on. Every step they took, the cultists would trip upon the corpses of the fallen, everywhere they looked, only the dead and the enemy would stare back.

"And on the seventh day," the woman roared, shoving away her live shield, "the Sith made Anaxes their own, and saw that it was good."

The red of her blade extinguished another life, and Vrag stumbled to a stop, lost when there were suddenly no more men to cut down. She simply stood there, bathing in the absence of screams and blaster fire, listening to naught but the buzz of her lightsaber and the peal of thunder from above. She breathed in, deeply, as the raindrops started falling, cleansing the air of the smell of fire and death. The Knight lowered her visor and closed her eyes, letting the rain wash over her skin as she turned her face skyward.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Objective: Secure the prisoners
Allies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Khan Ra"] , 10 Elite Marines
Location: Within Citadel

Vi'kas scanned the citadel with his cybernetic eyes. Their was a large group of heat digs towards the center of the structure, along with a few sentries. He and the two snipers he had brought with him silently rappelled through the breached window, and onto the balcony. Using more hand signals, he ordered his snipers to take out the sentry on the opposing balcony, while he went for the one with his back turned to them on their same balcony.

He silently approached his target, his boots making no sound as they touched the ground. He ignited his lightsaber, and the sentry turned around. Before it could call for help, he pulled it right into his blade, impaling it through the heart. He gently laid the corpse on the ground, to avoid making noise. He heard two muffled gunshots, and watched as the other sentry fell over, dead.

 

[Dara Gola]

Nyrrea stepped off of her ship and onto the command ship, the carnage in the hanger bay was overwhelming. The Bando Gora were a death cult and fanatics. It was a bad combination when dealing with the blood lust of the Sith. She walked slowly down one of the corridors, lightly stepping over bodies as she did so, her lightsaber in her hand. She still felt uneasy wielding a lightsaber given to her by a Sith lord, but if she didn't she wouldn't have one at all. As she was stepping over one of the many Bando Gora bodies, a hand grabbed her boot, the cultist was still alive, his hand was covered in his own blood, but he still gripped her boot firmly, defiance shown in his eyes. She tilted her head, trying not to feel compassion for the man. She flicked her wrist and her blade slashed through his throat ,ending his final defiant act and allowing her to continue on.

She had made her choice and had sided with the Sith, but for the past few days since joining, life didn't seem all that different. She still did whatever she wanted and only answered calls for assistance when she felt like it. It sure felt different from her time as a padawan, where everything was so structured.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

With that little bit of briefing done, he could continue on to more important affairs. Like plaguing his less-than-enthusiastic apprentice with annoying little challenges. The Darzu rocked gently as it weathered a short volley of turbolaser fire from an enemy corvette, but it was nothing to fret about. The Bando Gora, savage as they were, simply did have the discipline or technology level required to adequately engage with the One Sith navy. Things would be mopped up in space sooner rather than later, especially with that boarding team having been dispatched to take out the Bando Gora command vessel.

"Now, where were we?" He turned away from the viewport to speak with Jemmila again, just as an ugly Bando Gora fighter zoomed on by, pursued by an intrepid TIE Interceptor.

"Ah, yes. That little mission the Thyrsian would have been much help with. I've hired a Clawdite to work on this vessel. Not in any official capacity, mind you, but just for this. He's being paid to avoid you by any means necessary. If he manages to do so for the duration of this battle, I have to pay him. You're going to find the Clawdite, capture him, and bring him to me. Otherwise I have to make up for the lost money by turning off the air-conditioning in your quarters."

Adekos enjoyed Clawdites. A species of natural tricksters. During his reformation on Hypori, he had hired many of them as intelligence agents. Judging from the state of Hypori before he took over and the state of Hypori afterwards, it had been the right decision on his part. This time, the Clawdite in question would be doing something a little less interesting. For him, at any rate.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Primary Objective: Enjoy time off the leash
Secondary Objective: Board the Command Ship and…surely someone else is keeping track of these, right?
Location: Stll step behind everyone else
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Reverance"]

Melori made good progress - too good progress to be honest. She was hoping to find someone else to shoot in the face - but could only find dead bodies. Bu one or two intrigued her. Among the fallen were men with black mottled skin. One or two of them wore terrifying masks with long, downward horns and she saw some sort of staff lying next to one.

Ignoring the advice given by her sister, she decided to test her use of the Force and called one to her using Telekinesis. It lifted easily enough but as it travelled towards her it emitted a green ball of fire. Diving to the side, the fire caught her in the calf and the pain was excruciating. Standing and kicking the nearest corpse, she vowed not to use the Force again until otherwise instructed. Looking down at the wound, she felt sheepish but quickly perked up when she realised that nobody would know it was self-inflicted.

Picking up the staff as a trophy, she walked forward, still following the line of dead bodies towards what was presumably the bridge - she remembered that part of the briefing vividly.

 

[Zola]

Jemmila had grown too accustomed to the air-conditioning in her room to argue with Darth Adekos about her new task on the Darzu. Plus, the mission itself was intriguing. She relished the idea of hunting this creature through the ship like a predator. What a fun sport this would be. That poor Thrysian was really missing out.

“So I’m to capture a changeling, eh?” she asked, her lips twisting into a smile. “Do I get a weapon or am I to wrestle this fellow to the ground with my bare hands?” The Hapan knew that she had some meager Force powers at her disposal, but thought it might help if she had some more threatening instruments with which to intimidate him.

“Also, would you like him dead or alive, Master Adekos?” She added with a vicious grin. Jemmila figured that she knew the answer to the question, but it never hurt to ask. It was a Sith mission after all.

[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: The Facility / Alpha Red Objective
[member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Orcus waded into the facilities half-lit depths. The dull-flickering glow of the occasional overhead provided scant illumination, but a Sith used to the murky waters of Giju needed no such light. He heard a rustle as he passed through a hallway. The slain lay scattered everywhere. Orcus unslung his shield and gripped the strips tightly.

A sudden foe leapt from a darkened alcove as he passed, attempting to assail him from the side. Orcus caught the glow of blue eyes in the darkness. A vibroblade rang as it glanced off his shield. Orcus pushed mightily and pinned the blue-eyed cretin to the wall. The cultist struggled to break free.

"Where is the formula?" Orcus boomed.

The Bando Gora stopped struggling to grin at Orcus. "I'll never tell you, HAIL B-"

Orcus threw all eight hundred pounds of blubber against the shield. Bones cracked, organs turned to mush, and the Bando Gora cultist died, pressed to death.

The Herglic continued on toward the sewer entrance. The halls were oddly empty, but for the remains of corpses. It all fit with his theory that they'd abandoned the facility for the sewers below. Orcus at last found the proper manhole and tore the lid off. Unfortunately, it was only human sized. Orcus took his lightclub and began enlarging the manhole until at last he was able to drop his great girth through.

He landed amid muck and slime, the stench of refuse a foul and noxious fume that pervaded the air. But he could feel them ahead. With a maniacal grin, Orcus trudged through sewage in hot pursuit.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: The Facility / Alpha Red Objective
[member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

‘Brother.’ the Voice of the Dark Lord replied calmly, studying the hulking form as it strutted away into the facility. He tapped a button and the Royal Guard closed down the area now, nobody was going in or out of the vicinity right now, then Carach removed the lightsaber from his hand and threw himself into the battle.

Whilst Orcus was securing the abomination, Carach would see how good these reavers truly were in a proper fight. Outside of throwing around rounds of tommy gun fire. The Field of Blades had honed his fighting capabilities, he wasn’t sure how long he had spend there… fighting… without the Force to assist him.

But it had been a long time and it had helped him to finally master the lightsaber.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Observing the Alpha Red facility
Objective: Kill the cultists inside and make sure that formula doesn't make it out of the facility
Secondary Objective: Sigh at her sister's actions
Allies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Darth Carach"]

With her droids now in position, Taeli was about to follow Hion into the facility when she felt a bolt of pain from above from the presence of her sister. Sighing, she wondered what Melori was getting herself into, and hoped she would at least be careful in how she went about the objective she was following. The Bando Gora weren't push overs after all, and while she didn't keep her sister leashed to anything, she did like knowing what she was doing.

Sighing again, she directed several of Arachnid droids inside the facilities while the others, along with Carach's Royal Guards kept the building under close observation and locked down. Pulling her lightsaber free, she ignited it and joined the fight inside to stop the Bando Gora from doing whatever they hoped to achieve. Limbs and heads started to litter the ground around her, her eyes blazing a soft yellow.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: The Facility / Securing Alpha Red
[member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

The underground sewage system was larger than one might think. Large enough to accommodate a Herglic running full speed. The ground shook and the walls trembled. He gained on them, stride by gargantuan stride. Running in a straight line gave him leeway to open up, but the constant twists in these smelly catacombs slowed him down. Even so, the Bando Gora were never ones to run from a fight. Nor were they foolish.

Orcus, running at full speed, felt a sudden tension on an ankle. Orcus tripped and fell, but managed to stick his shield arm out to cover him. An explosion rocked the sewer and sprayed hot molten metal across his shield. where the shield had not covered, shards jutted. Orcus ripped one out from his shoulder as he stood, glaring around with jet-black eyes like an ocean's deepest trench. Where were they?

They came pouring out of the alcoves, where they'd lain in wait. There were at least two dozen of them, all wearing skulls and leering with those blue eyes. Orcus spotted one situated at the back, on his hip a large cylinder, too big to be a lightsaber. The Herglic grinned at the onslaught of foes and charged.

With that massive, chitinous shield raised before him, he lumbered through their ranks like a run-away mag-lev train. The next few moments were a blur as the seven foot cetacean smashed them aside and ran them over; speared them with his great saber and cut whole rows in half; split heads open with the edge of his shield and sent humanoids flying with kicks. All the while blaster bolts and vibroblades flashed and sparked around him, most glancing off shield or humming saber, but many found their mark. The green brackish waters flowing at their feet quickly turned a shade of crimson.

At last he stood on the opposite side of their ranks, their bodies scattered in a wake of death behind him. He did not need the Force to slaughter his foes. He had been killing long before he had learned to properly wield that ephemeral power. The white of his belly was now painted with carmine streaks. Before him lay the one with the cylinder at his hip, the water rushed over the headless body. The cultist had tried to flee, so Orcus had deprived him of his head in one neat stroke of his great saber.

The Herglic deactivated his blade and clipped the lightsaber to his belt, then knelt - disregarding his numerous injuries - and tore the large cylinder from the corpse. It read "G.R. Result 491: Alpha Red," numerous cautionary labels were imprinted on the matte grey capsule. Orcus nodded to himself and stuffed the cylinder into a spacious pocket on his XXXXL black cargo pants. He took out an encrypted com link.

"Fin Primary to Progenitor, I have the package, requesting exfil at Gamorrean."

"Copy Fin Primary, exfil is enroute. ETA two minutes."

Bleeding from a multitude of wounds, Orcus nevertheless took in a deep breath and began to run once more, bounding through the sewers toward his extraction point. The corpses of the Bando Gora he left to rot in the sewers.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Primary Objective: Be careful what you wish for
Secondary Objective: Steal the data
Location: Waiting outside the door
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Reverance"]

Limping, Melori rounded a corner and came face to face with the Sith boarding party. Only now was she aware of the noise. It wasn't the ship's engines, it was Sith fighters trying to take the ship down they were on. She reasoned they knew what they were doing but it was an uneasy feeling to know that your life depended on your own side not being too efficient in their attacks.

Up ahead was the woman from the shuttle - the one that was talking to herself. She was one of the ones that seemed to be in control. She saw her take on two more of those odd warriors and despatch them without apparent effort. Then she skipped on and reached what must have been the door to the bridge. Melori wondered what tactic this Sith would employ to get them to open up. Without the Force, her options would be limited surely?

She saw her press her ear up against the door before she knocked on it and said, "Hello...is anyone home?" Well...it might work.