We Return [ TSE Dominion of Korriban Hex ]

[Mythos]

Location: Fifty Kilometers south of the Excavated Tomb King Adas
Objective: Finish Excavation and complete project

Mythos had been at this dig on and off for years, he had been here in Korrian for a standard week and a half while working arduous twelve standard hour shifts on and off with his team blazing full equipment and high tech sonar blasters. The area was a full kilometer by kilometer in a half and Mythos himself had measured the area and closed it off. Seven Obelisks surrounded the digsites and off half a kilometer to the east was a massive rocky cliff that Mythos observed every night, the mountain face was jagged and it stood alone in the middle of what everywhere else was a deserted wasteland that was even hard to breathe in, Mythos had already lost two workers to the heat and two more to dehydration. He could not keep this up much longer. The mountain was home to a nest of Tuk'ata that already prowled the edges of the camp and stalked workers that were untended until Mythos sent a surge through the dark side of the force that blasted the creatures away... all this was before The Sith Empire returned to Korriban. The Inside of the digsite went on an even incline as they dug relentlessly and evenly throughout all the surroundings of the place, the deeper the site went the more artifacts surrounded the researchers some dating back to the era of Adas himself yet that is not what Mythos was looking for.

Mythos stood at the side of the platform with clothes that resembled an archaeologist not a Sith Lord. He personally oversaw the excavation and the records of the sonar as every minute on the clock a blast of the sonar hit the base bottom of the platforms and echoed back a feedback that gave Mythos an indication of what exactly he was looking for... an entrance. According to the sonar relay about twenty more meters straight down in the dig there was a massive door that lead to the passage into a chamber to the ancient tombgrounds he had not been able to enter before. Many walls were sealed off, blasting inside of it was out of the question as the integrity of the entire tomb could be compromised... only the old fashioned way remained. Mythos had to dig straight into it... but there was profit to be made.

As Mythos reviewed notes and the latest sonar blast one of his Atrisian Jar'Kai soldiers with him came up to him, behind him two workers with a grav sled neatly organized with several artifacts of historical import behind them. He said nothing, instead Mythos raised an eyebrow and began reviewing each individual piece with great interest. Two totems, one apparently a fertility statue and the other unknown to him at the time. Other items included ancient daggers, ceremonial cups and vases and what looked like a piece of a cracked shield. "Have we dated these?" He asked, inspecting the shield piece and the crack it had... if he was right that shield was cracked not by time but by force. "No my Lord, our estimates are before the time of Adas and the digs we previously made due to how much deeper in the ground they are." The deeper in the ground artifacts were found the more ancient they were due to erosion and time so his analysis was sound even if at bit amateurish... Mythos would personally study all these once the dig was done. "My lord" His soldier said, the men hauling off the specimens to the ship and pulling out a datapad with the live feed of orbit from his personal satellite. He handed it to Mythos before bowing his head in reverence. " It appears the planet as a whole is under invasion" Mythos took one look into the data feed, his face an emotionless blank slate as he studied numbers like distance, number of ships and calculated the violence of action before handing the datapad back to his warrior and turning back to the sonar and the work at hand. "I know... The Sith Empire has returned to Korriban" ​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Korriban
Objective: Reconstruction of the Sith Academy and Spaceport

The brothers, led by Darth Venefica, arrived to the outer edges of the spaceport after a brief walk. The spaceport, like the Sith Academy, had seen better days, though several work crews were already present, cleaning debris and nearby territory for the newly vamped landing site. One of the brothers cleared his throat.​

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"Pardon my interruption, but I thought we were in charge of this project?"​

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"You are not being paid to think....only to create. And no...this project will be overseen by myself and I believe [member="Adriago Duilius"]."​

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From the time she was an Acolyte to her current rank, she despised working with outside contractors, electing to employ only those loyal to the Sith. Unfortunately, times have changed and these brothers knew their chosen lot in life extremely well, and it was this why she allowed them to partake in this project.​

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"What is that coming toward us?​

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Stifling a mocking laugh, she placed her right hand on the brother, squeezing his shoulder slightly.​

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"A welcome committee." ​

 

[Lark]

Location: Valley of Golg
Objective: Breach the Valley, Kill the Magister

Why do they fight?

In war zones like this, is could be hard to tell which side was winning. The dead, covered in blood and mud, all looked the same. He stood above bodies that melted in their armor and piles of dust that might have once been human, atop a small knoll not far from where the battle continued to rage. The sounds of blaster fire and heavy artillery fused together to create a wonderful orchestra of death and chaos, the screams of the fallen lost within the anarchic chorus.

There was only one side that could win, their enemies had to know that. No matter how long they held the Valley, the Sith Empire's resources were far more extensive than theirs. There was only so long they could fight before being wiped out, the vengeance of the Sith was uncompromising and pitiless.

Ash fell from the sky as Lark prepared to once more descend into battle. He stood up on his toes to get a better look over a nearby ridge, prompting a scoff of annoyance from the medic treating his arm. Loose shrapnel had ripped through his arm, he didn't know how long ago. He never felt it. He had been tasked with assisting in the assault of the Valley of Golg and the butchering the Magister, who was holed up in some ancient Sith tomb. Progress had been slow, but most meaningful progress was.

The medic treating him gave him a slight nod, and immediately he vaulted back into battle, landing upon a mound of the dead. The deeper into the valley Lark plummeted, the more hellish the scene. He didn't know how close they were to the Tomb where the Magister buried himself, but he'd dread the Sith's arrival.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik’s heat sensing eyes easily picked out targets through the hazy smoke of battle. His tongue flicked the air hungrily and he could taste blood on the wind. His appetite was growing insatiable… He saw the fist of his enemies had not spotted him yet. They fired at the Sith forces from a E-web emplacement, completely focused on the task at hand, they had no clue what was about to barrel into them. Causstik raised his disruptor rifle and fired. The bottom half of the machine gunner disappeared as his legs were vaporized on the molecular level. Intestine and blood fell from his abdomen and the man screamed in anguish. He attempted to drag himself away using his hands, but Causstik would not let his meal escape him so easily. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The other gunner turned his focus on the new threat, but not before Causstik could plant a round in the center of his chest. One of the man’s arms completely disintegrated while the other clung to the body via a smidgen of flesh. The head had also been completely destroyed. Their was no chance the man was still alive. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“GRAHAHA!” Causstik roared, his laughter like raking leaves, as the body fell backwards. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Trandoshan marched up to the half man and stomped on his back. The man stared at Causstik, fear plain in his eyes. The mad lizard was sure if he still had a lower half he would’ve soiled himself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hello,” Causstik growled merrily then stooped low to rench a fist full of the mans organs out of his exposed torso. He ate the mushy feast rabidly, tearing into the flesh, ripping the guts with serrated teeth, and eating whatever else he could peel off the man's bones. Covered in blood, a bit of flesh still hanging from his jowls Causstik picked himself up from the half eaten corpse. His pupil became dilated and he felt the familiar rush that came to him every time he fed. He activated his Jet pack and moved deeper into the valley.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] @Adriago Duilius
Location: Korriban
Object: Rebuild

Darth Banshee was helping to rebuild the sacred ground of korriban, this world was more just a planet, it was the darkside ,and one the most revered planet the in galaxy. She had brought supplies for Serenno to help rebuild it, as well droids and slaves. She came down with several freighters, on them was loaded slaves, droids, construction workers as well as building materials. She was in the first of them to land, she been looking forward to this day for what seemed like a millennium. She was looking forward to help rebuilding a temple, and space port, if felt right. As her ship landed she quickly go off it, she saw a friend in distance, one from dagobah. She gave her a nod as sign of respect, she said This has been a long time coming, I always wanted to visit this place, just never had the time. She then saw her the commodore, and gave him a nodd the empire needed experienced fleet commanders. She then continued and said I fancy doing spot of climbing, I want to see this world, and feel it. She then head off she wanted to climb to summit of the valley, she was almost giddy school girl, she just wanted to explore. Though she was going to be here as long as she could, she wanted explore caverns, and kill some stuff.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Outer Rim Territories
Thule

​The oldest bastion of power for the Zambrano Titans, it brought back fond memories.

Both recent and old of when he ruled as Thule's benevolent King from high in his citadel. Under his reign Thule prospered and even when the Resurgent Empire surrounded them in its glory he set up a deal with its Dark Council. As long as Thule paid its share of taxes and tariffs they would leave the current regime as it stood.

​It felt good when the Crestfallen touched down on the Great Ziggurat of Hurom and the cool air of Thule hit them in the face as they stepped off the shuttle, their entourage surrounding them. Darth Prazutis ignored the spindly minion momentarily his attention fixed on the agent of shadow, the intelligence director and Hand Lazerus stood the black cane faithfully at his side. "Everything you need to know about the Lord Governor, and the happenings since your departure my Lord." ​Lazerus said handing his master a folder from his satchel. The Dark Titan took it and directed his attention to the servant while his eyes scanned the folder. Nothing escaped the gaze of his shadowy intelligence network, and when Lazerus made a full work up he pulled back the curtain on ones life.

"Lets make this quick. We have pressing business in the sector." ​Braxus said as the servant led them inside.

​[member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Outer Rim Territories
Thule

The two Zambrano titans were ushered into the Grand Ziggurat, their way illuminated by sickly green brazier and the purposeful strides of their greeter who, despite his advanced age, could move quite swiftly. Of course neither Carnifex nor Prazutis had any difficulty in keeping up, nor did they particularly need the old man's aid in navigating the temple.

They had both memorized its layout years ago.

At the center of the temple was a chamber dedicated to the veneration of the Immortal Gods of the Sith which had been converted into an audience chamber for the monarchs of Thule, but in their absence it had been transformed into the Lord Governor's bed chamber. The layout and decorum remained the same for the most part, but there were obvious deviations such as the addition of a large meal table and corresponding steel chairs alongside a massive bed swaddled with red silk sheets. Upon it sat the Lord Governor, a former Imperial officer who had served the Dark Lord when he was the Sith Emperor of the Old Empire, and it was clear that the years have not been kind.

Gerrit had grown immensely fat since Carnifex last saw him, his pristine white officer's uniform stretched to its limits as it kept most of his obscene bulk barely contained. His receding hairline had finally withered away, and the smooth dome of his head was shiny with oils and ritualistic paint. At his side were two beautiful women, their expressions someone morose as they let the Governor's hands wander freely over their porcelain flesh.

At the Dark Lord and Shadow Hand's entrance he paused and shooed them away, an exit they were all too willing to take. "Milords, you honor me with your presence." He didn't even try to rise, but Carnifex doubted that the man could rise on his own if he put his all into it. He opened his mouth to spout off more honorifics and groveling sycophantic babbling, but Carnifex merely raised a hand to silence him. "We're not here to honor you, Governor, we're here for the army of loyalists we had left to guard our assets."

The Governor nodded, his multiple chins pulsating with each minor motion of his head, "When I heard you were arriving I had them summoned to the staging area, they've been waiting for you milords."

That was satisfactory enough for the Dark Lord, who turned and began to make his exit. But he stopped at the threshold, a dark thought seething in his mind as he recounted all of the unpleasantness he had just witnessed from the corpulent caretaker of the Great Ziggurat. "Oh, and Prazutis? Make sure our Lord Governor is taken care of."

[member="Darth Prazutis"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Korriban – Valley of Golg
Murder the Magister

Bursting through the breach – Energy shield in one hand, smoke grenades in the other – She crashed right into a human male and pushed him off his feet with the shield. It was no weapon, but it unbalanced him. She dropped the two smoke grenades, which promptly began spewing out a blanket of dense, white fog. Her helmet filtered out the smoke, and her burning eyes closed as she reached out with the Force to see the landscape around her. The shield collapsed in her hand and was dropped to the dry, dusty ground.

One would expect the flash of a crimson sabre and the furious hum of hungry, hungry plasma. Instead, they got only silence.

With her hands free, the Rattataki Sith Lord drew a short vibroblade from her hip. On the other hand, a slender serpent curled itself out. The Tsaisibola’s fangs bared in a momentary hiss as it knew it was about to feed.

A lightsabre would only have painted her as a target through the smoke.

She turned swiftly and threw out her left hand, holding on to the tsaisi’s tail. It leapt from her arm and planted its venomous fangs into the face of a human. After raising the hilt of her blade to shoulder height, Ophidia stabbed down with the point into the one she had knocked over previously. Pulling the Tsaisibola back, she crouched down as two shots of plasma, fired blindly, streaked past over her head. Once more she lashed out with the serpent, allowing it now to jump off her arm properly. Flattening its body, it could glide the necessary distance before wrapping itself around and biting into another victim’s leg. Its’ teeth pumping venom into the wound.

Launching herself to the right, she slashed across a knee and brought a straight left punch between a pair of legs before turning back to the knee-slashed and driving the tip of her vibroblade between the shoulder blades. Letting go of the grip, she turned back to that which she had tapped in the groin and pulled its head up to level with her own before slamming her helmeted forehead into its nasal area. Blood spattered onto the visor, but she did not see through her eyes at the moment. Pulling a vibrodagger from her target’s belt, she grabbed hold of a collar and jammed the blade into their abdomen, once, twice, thrice, before finally letting go.

The body crumpled back as she surveyed the field. The fog was beginning to thin out around her. The tsaisibola slithered closer to her, tongue darting in and out of its mouth at it tasted the air for signs of danger.

 

[Vereshin]

Location: The Tomb of Ludo Kressh
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Vaylin"]

As Vaylin finished speaking, Vereshin closed his notebook and rose to his feet, leaving the pen inside the last page before setting it down near his things at a waiting tent. No other Sith arrived to accompany them, leaving the sorcerer to set off down the stone stairs and waiting for Vaylin to follow. The campsite was situated on a rising dune which overlooked the Valley of the Dark Lords. Vereshin scaled the stairs and slid his toe into the soft sand, the deep orange grains falling between the buckles on his shoes.

"Let's go, then." Vereshin uttered beneath the wind as he balanced himself down the sand. The two Sith strode onto the central path leading through the valley and beheld the entrance to the tomb of Ludo Kressh. Dark energy seethed through the desert and Vereshin raised a hand slightly away from his side, soaking up the metaphysical miasma hovering above the sand. He turned to Vaylin with an expression of acknowledgement and motioned forward underneath the archway. The stifling heat gathered beneath his garments and he brushed a hand through his damp hair.

Shrieking echoed from within the catacombs. Vereshin stood beside Vaylin above the stone stairs and received the sharp noise while rubbing the crystal around his neck fervently, which now glowed violet in the darkness. They moved down the steep staircase and passed by runes and carvings. The sorcerer placed a hand against the stone and gazed in closely towards the markings, deciphering the arcane symbols and warnings to all those who trespassed into the resting place of Lord Kressh. The hieroglyphs cursed all those loyal to his rival, the radical Naga Sadow while praising the ways of the old gods.

"Beware of illusions and time rifts, the Kissai of old have set many traps to prevent curious Sith from unearthing the tombs of their lords." Sliding his hand along the stone, Vereshin read the high Sith and pressed on with Vaylin by his side. The crystal around his neck glowed brightly and gave them a decent source of illumination. At the foot of the stairs, they beheld a thick slab blocking their entrance to the next corridor. Before they could move any further, a groaning of stone sounded from above and an opening in the roof surged above their heads, releasing a flock of crying shyrack into the cavern. Vereshin planted himself against the wall and raised his hands in preparation for casting.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Korriban, deep below the Academy
Objective: Pursuing her own research

"Bloody shyracks," she growled, igniting another one of the winged bat creatures with Force Lightning. Between shyracks and k'lor slugs, she was really getting irritated as there seemed to be packs around every corner in these catacombs. Not that she was worried about them, as she was a Sith Lady, but it was irritating because it was just more things in the way of her research. Part of the catacombs had collapsed, likely from just time, as she could feel not many had ever come down this far. Hopefully, the same could not be said for the chamber she was seeking.

A deeper scowl crossed her face as she sensed a pack of tuk'ata nearby... and more shyracks. Enough was enough. Reaching out with her will, she subjugated the tuk'ata and commanded them to eliminate all of their natural enemies in their new master's path. A small smile grew on her face as she continued her exploration, but that disappeared as she continued to cast out her senses for the evidence of what she was looking for. She could feel it, a place where dark energies had coalesced, ancient rituals leaving remnants in the Force even to this day.

And in that dark site, she could feel... something else, something living...

 

[Mythos]

Ten meters in, Mythos checks his six o clock for something he senses and instantly he sees a Tuk'ata pack nearing the borders of his camp, way beyond what was his parameters inside the dig. He unclipped his harness and took off his leather hat while loosening his posture, expecting an attack. Tuk'ata had never come this close into the camp and he calmly took his crimson lightsaber off his belt and gripped it with one hand to his side. With one whistle Mythos' own tuk'ata busted out of his Tent. A behemoth that dwarfed all others, fed in Midvinter and the beasts of Dagoba while trained and influenced by Mythos himself stood Groom, a Tuk'ata that dwarfed all others in the valley. Upon seeing the sight of Groom the pack spread out, beginning to flank the pair and Mytos and groom responded accordingly, by splitting off into two sides. "Keep the dig working at same speed Ashai, im going to scare some wildlife" Mythos said into his earcom, igniting the crimson blade of his lightsaber and locking three Tuk'ata in his eyes. Mythos and his hound dashed in both directions at the same time with incredible speed, Mythos using the power of Force Speed to his advantage and Groom his natural and trained agility. Mythos' lightsaber made contact with the beast in the middle slicing at its face vertically still using the movements of Juyo while combining it with an right fist in the affected area then snapping a kick into its neck to use it as momentum when he turned around and ignited the second half of his dual bladed lightsaber. Groom attacked with equal force and power, using his weight to land and crash down on the bigger of the three he was fighting and attacking its neck with his Mighty jaws, pinning the beast down as he slowly squeezed his mighty jaws over his prey and snapping it with one foul crack. The Tuk'ata next to Groom both dashed at him but Groom could sense them, he snapped his body facing his left and let out a powerful force push towards the Tuk'ata attacking him while with the same movement using his tail as a weapon and slamming it hard into the other. Both Groom and Mythos had one kill, they both knew it too. Mythos' first victim would slowly bleed out and was for now out of the fight but now due to his excessive attack the beasts to his flanks had the chance close in and attack from both sides, one snapping at his neck and the other clawing for his eyes, a traditional tactic of theirs, a tactic that was working. Mythos was forced to step back and use his lightsaber to block both attacks doing so, he then rapidly jumped while using the lightsaber, stabbed to the ground through sand to use it like a poll and swing kick the standing tuk'ata and while in mid air and landing on the other side to force push the one prone to him. While the one prone was flying the closer one made back its distance but this time Mythos was ready, he unleashed a rapid combo of slashes and strikes as the beast came in with blinding fury cutting it down to pieces with every step he took. His eyes now turned to the last one he had to fight. Groom on the other hand was taking things more brutally, he roared in to the Tuk'ata in his sights and closed the distance not only being bigger than his prey but faster too, his claws were the first things that sank in, running on his hind legs was much more effective at closed distance and using the force to enhance his moments only rippled in the force but they were more than enough. With his claws in the thorax of his pray and the lesser creature snapping at his legs Groom lifted the beast up and split it in two with one mighty heave of his body, he refused to lose momentum however... he still had the last one closing a in quickly at his back. Mythos was now staring down the last Tuk'ata he had to fight while looking at him dead in the eye as the creature charged. Mythos whispered under his breath, words of ancient evil conjuring the dark side of the force around him and ripping through the force with pure sorcery, he extended his arm in the direction of the beast now approximately only a few meters away. As the tone of his voice grew his hand began to glow with unnatural energy that crackled and hummed unlike anything man or machine could produce, his chanting reached a loud crescendo as a powerful Corrupted Force Blast was unleashed from his hand, disintegrating all trace of the Tuk'ata that was before him just a second ago. Smoke and fleeting energy sizzled in his rune carved palms while Mythos concentrated on the twisting and sickening power that lingered in his body.

Groom made even shorter work of his pray, his jaw was the first thing that met the beast who chomped at his neck, easily being three times larger than his pray Grooms jaw and maw eclipsed that of the leather beast and upon collision Groom cracked the skull of the Tuk'ata upon impact and began crunching down bite by bite, slowly devouring the creature who was now to be his lunch, there was no such thing as cannibalism in the Tuk'ata breed anything is food for their bellies. Mythos saw his hound enjoying his meal and began to look to his newly acquired leather when he noticed that the first beast he attacked was still alive, breathing in gasps and in terrible agony but alive. He slowly and Methodically approached his kill observing it's anatomy like a cold and calculating machine, it was obvious that the beast was female due to her massive overground belly. Sheathing his lightsaber and bringing his body to a fully relaxed posture Mythos knelt beside the bleeding creature, skull clearly visible from his saber strike and began to sense for any signs of life of the unborn pups. He reached out through the force and felt inside the womb discovering four baby pups, one beyond saving. "Get me a medical team up here, bring all available equipment." It was then Mythos began to prepare, chanting under his breath and channeling a ritual of Sith Sorcery to taint these unborn Sith hounds into Sith spawn, it being so much easier to do in this stage as the bigger they became the more elaborate and complex the Alchemy and sorcery it had to be, small... they were malleable. Groom, arrived by his side immediately standing guard like a black statue feeding himself off the darkside emitting from the ritual giving the place a unique presence in the force. With every word Mythos spoke as he pulled a leather garment wrapped with daggers he made carved with runes and vials, the unborn pups began to twist and transform... they began to merge...​

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Location: Valley of Golg
Objective: Discover the Magister and kill him.
Allies: [member="Venthis Zambrano"]

The copper ground of Korriban was ablaze with combat as the Sith decimated the forces desperate to shield their Magister from the all-reaching arm of the Dark Lord. It was a pity and a waste to sacrifice these lives, to watch their blood seep into the already tainted ground all in the name of what? For honour? For glory?

Whatever it was, Drios cared little, the heretics who opposed the will of his Dark Lord would be burned, and discarded to the confines of history. And as for the Magister? A fate far worse than death would befall him if he ever made it out of that tomb. The Epicanthix had promised himself that.

Drios Rapux was deep amidst the horror of the warzone, his blade cleaving holes through the inferior soldiers with precise swings of his crimson sword. The Epicanthix commanded a group of loyal soldiers and they trailed in his wake, silencing any stragglers who evaded his grasp.

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Valley of Golg,
Korriban.

Screams escaped the mouths of each of the fallen soldiers who fell to the Sith Empire's forces. History would repeat, the true power of the Sith would reclaim Korriban. Though, there were various pieces of the puzzle that needed to fall into place for the battle to be won.

Venthis darted between opponents, slitting each of their throats with his daggers. It was a tremendous battle, one to go down in the records. Though he would seemingly freeze, catching the presence of none other than [member="Drios Rapux"] on his right. He would seemingly fight his way over to the Sith Knight one which he recognized. There was bad blood between their families however, a job had to be done and grudges needed to be put to the side. Venthis placed his hand over one of the men's faces seemingly stealing his lifeforce, with a small book attached to his belt attracting the aura of the dead man into it.

"Drios!" Venthis called out, tearing the head from another soldier. "We fight together today." He stated.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​Outer Rim Territories
​Thule

​Lord Governor Gerrit wasn't the best candidate for the job.

​But he certainly wasn't the worst. Gerrit was an average sycophantic opportunist who clung to those with real power and real gifts with the hope that he would be handed power over others. Such a man had no vision, no true gifts like those that the Titans surrounded themselves with. Gerrit was the average servant in awe at the power that stood before him and tried at all costs to claim such power for himself.

But the state in which he left the great hall of the Ziggurat bothered the Shadow Hand.

The Lord Governor turning the great temple halls into a personal chambers was disgraceful, it went directly against those whose effigys covered the walls in great murals. When Kaine quickly silenced the man the Lord of Lies handed the folder back to Lazerus. They had no time to give the Lord Governor the chance to babble about how smooth things have run nor did they have time to give him the chance to try and curry favor.

The army.

An army of loyalists as well as a detachment of Blackblade Guard to maintain order in their absence. While the Blackblade Legionnaires were not bound to serve the Lord Governor, an attaché was appointed to the man's staff and regular reports were fed back to Lazerus and to Osbasid. These forces were the only reason they'd come to Thule. Finally they'd heard just about enough out of the Lord Governor and just as they'd been ready to leave the Butcher-King gave the order: Take care of the Lord Governor.

​"W-Wait if you-you'll just g-give me the chance I ca-"

The Dark Titan turned to face the man with a stare that silenced his mewling. He thrusted a hand forward calling upon the black power of the dark side a black cloud of smog came forth, moving across the room at an unnatural pace. The powerful force drain stripped flesh from bone engulfing the man's body draining him completely of his life force. When the fog returned to the Sith Lord the man's body had fallen to the ground his flesh taut around his bones.

"Lazerus assume command until we return once the rebels are dead. Fix the Lord Governor's foolish mistakes." ​Prazutis ordered. The man bowed his head and spun back around the sound of his tapping cane filled the air.

Once the pair had found the doors leading to the staging area true to the Lord Governor's word the army had been gathered. The full might of the Zambrano loyalists stood before them, but one unit stood out far and away over the others. It was a single battlegroup just one of four that made up the Blackblade Guard. Just over ten thousand guardsman stood in perfect formation. They were given a wide berth by the other forces around who looked at them with awe and envy. The Blackblade Guard were a close knit elite unit and its warriors never fraternized with the soldiers of the standard army. Such needs were for men and they were more than men.

General Dietrich Marr, the Hangman of Fornow stood at the head of this great force clad in Blackblade Mark IV Combat Armor, an ornate black and red armorweave cloak billowed behind him. The unique single pauldron displayed him as a Blackblade General while the Eye of Solomon emblazoned on the other shoulder marked him as an elite second generation Blackblade Guardsman who learned personally at the hands of the Gorebound as well as one who found great success in battle.

​While others might've been conversing just before the arrival of the two titans the Blackblades stood like statues at attention, unmoving awaiting the command of their masters. "General Marr is ready for immediate mobilization. He awaits your command."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Korriban, Deep below the Academy
Objective: Pursuing her own research

The closer she got, the more her hunch was growing that whatever had taken residence in the chamber she was seeking had mutated from it originally it had been. She couldn't tell, yet, what it had been, but she knew it was likely going to be something incredibly nasty. So, that meant taking some precautions... like forming a small army of creatures to help her. She hadn't brought any forces with her down here, wanting to keep her research a secret for now.

A pack of tuk'ata followed along behind her now, flapping above her were a few surviving shyracks that her pack of canines hadn't killed. Two k'lor slugs followed along behind them. In the end, all of these creatures were expendable to her... especially once she reached the chamber she was searching for. A pool of an unknown liquid was in the center, the remains of a few machines hung from the ceiling. Around her, the walls had etchings from the ancient rituals in the process the room was designed for.

The enemy her pets were going to be sent against was within the pool, she could sense it watching them. All of the dark side energies it had fed upon, the energies that had mutated it into its current form, also protected it against her will. Such a pity, perhaps she would recover the corpse once it was dead and study it. A single step into the chamber was enough to summon forth whatever it was that lay within the pool, a rush of the liquid erupting like a geyser.

She wasn't surprised to see the form of a terentatek, what had likely been a Mauler before it became what it was. Its horns had grown dark, the talons corrupted with some sort of poison likely. It had likely also been granted some new abilities within the Force, and its hide would be even tougher to penetrate with her lightsaber. Well, until it was injured in anyway. With a flick of her hand, her pets surged past her to attack the beast before them.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Korriban | Shyrack Caverns - Tomb of Ludo Kressh
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Vereshin"]

There was an eerie calmness to the wind, softly breezing through their hair, picking up traces of sand in its wake. Each tomb that resided in the Valley of the Dark Lords gave off a darkness, various in its degree, but equally as tempting to anyone seeking power.

Vaylin felt it, that allure to explore the tombs and find whatever secrets were lurking in the depths. But she wasn't a fool, knew that most had nothing but death awaiting any tomb raiders. Whether through madness, sithspawn or whatever traps laid in wait.

Their path towards and into the initial part of the caverns had proven to be uneventful, with nary a sight of a single shyrack. It made the Zabrak tense up, feeling the anticipation building in the air. She looked over at Vereshin, as the sorcerer placed his hand above the sand and seemed to focus on something she couldn't see.

Not a moment later, they passed through the archway. Vaylin took point, hands kept close to her lightsaber was the walked in side.

Almost immediately a chorus of shrieks echoed from deeper within, the Zabrak's fingers twitched towards her weapons. She glanced over at Vereshin as he rubbed the crystal, it's violet glow lighting up the stifling darkness somewhat.

"What do they say?" She asked, attention shifting over to the various hieroglyphs on the wall. She knew they were High Sith, but her ability to read the language wasn't great. The answer was more or less what she assumed; warnings of staying out, that traps were aplenty and anyone seeking to go deeper were fools.

They pressed on a bit further, until the sudden grinded of stone echoed across the large open room. The earlier shrieking was revealed as a flock of shyrack came soaring down towards them.

"I'll keep their attention off you, do what you need to bring them down." She had her brawn, Vereshin had his magic. The pair of them should be enough to combat the swarm.

Vaylin lurched forwards, drawing her two lightsabers and igniting them. Twin red blades illuminating the dark some more. And as she moved in to attack, she exuded an aggressive aura out, drawing the shyrack's attention onto her.

 

[Lord Depravious]

The sound of Turbolasers drummed as the two fleets engaged each other of Elom. It proved much more tough than the Sith Lord had ever imagined it would be. The Lord Magister in charge of the blockade over the planet did not leave a meager force but instead left several destroyers to protect and guard the surface. For the Sith Armada this would be an easy task to deal with, nothing other than a very simple assignment to massacre a blockade over a planet; however, for the small battle group that Lord Depravious owned this proved to be more tough than he assumed.

The bombers and fighters were fully engaged over the fleet on Elom now green and red laser beams shot across the black canvas of space and the Sith Lord now found himself in what could be considered absolute hell. The Flag ship 'Pandryl Kaes' rattled as more damage was done to the shields and slight damage had begun to be inflicted on the hull. He knew that there had to be something to happen fast otherwise they would be overwhelmed by sheer fire power.

The Frigates that he had brought with him, even though they were only two were certainly doing their own work and damage to the enemy fleet having already brought down the frontline ship of the enemy blockade to only having the hull as a defense the bombers were able to make their bombing runs flanked by several fighter squadrons and begin with inflicting heavy damage to the enemy fleets.

Several pilots lost their lives in the dogfights over the blockade and Depravious took note of each and every Sith Pilot that sacrificed for his own personal mission. They were his pilots as much as they were the Empires and the fact that he lost lives on the mission did not go forgotten.

With the bombers concentrating their fire on a singular ship in the center of the blockade, it went down rather quickly comparative to the other ships sitting around it at full shielding and full hull strength. The Hyperdrive cores exploded on the ship spraying durasteel and tibanna into the space above the planet, and then there was nothing left of the main frontline ship of the blockade. The Sith Lords fist slammed into the control panel immediately.

"QUICK! BEFORE THEY FILL THE GAP MANEUVER OUR CORVETTES IN THE SPACE! Our Frigates will stay back and continue to pound them at a long range even have them fall back slightly so they're in range. We will be right behind our Corvettes and punch a hole in their lines!"

At the command of the Sith Lord the commanding officers on deck resounded a commanding 'Yes Sir!' and the Corvettes that were at full shields and full hull strength because they were shielded by the main flagship rushed into the scene. Immediately all three frigates began to zip around the destroyers that held the blockade and open up fire unleashing hell on the first Destroyer in their path.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Outer Rim Territories
Thule

He nodded to [member="Darth Prazutis"], and moved to take his position at the head of this massive host.

Both arms raised in the air as the Dark Lord regarded them, his baleful eyes sweeping over the armored congregation before he addressed them. "Soldiers of darkness, soldiers of order! For too long have we been absent from this world, the demands of the galaxy had taken us to far off places to fight the enemies of civilization. But now a new threat has emerged, one far too close to the land we had called home for many years. Besides the loathsome Silver Jedi spreading their ignorance and perverse ideals, a man called himself the Magistrate possesses the audacity to reject the truth of the New Sith Empire and has vainly attempted to hold Korriban against the will of the Sith."

His voice, mighty and booming, spread over the whole gathering from the front to the back.

All would hear his words as keenly as if he were right next to them.

"This is why you have been summoned, for today we march to war! We will come to Korriban's liberation and cast down this heretic, and upon the corpse of his insurrection we will build a new future for the Caldera. One ruled by the Sith, once and for all time!" That garnered a hefty reaction from the tens of thousands of loyalists, but the Blackblades stood in stark contrast as solemn and still as statues. They were not known for excess jubilation prior to battle, their infamy stemmed from what came after the battle was decided.

After the rousing speech, the loyalists were shuffled off to board massive transports that would deliver them straight to Korriban. The Blackblade detachment, however, would be traveling along the Dark Lord and Shadow Hand onboard the Blade of Fate.

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Outer Rim Territories
Korriban

A dozen or so carrier and warship class vessels emerged over Korriban, hundreds of transports and gunships streaming from gaping hangars to cover the dusty planet like a swarm of metal locusts. The vast majority of them would head to the Valley of Golg to overrun and turn the tide of the battle in the favor of the Empire. The two Dark Titans would pursue a more direct method of attack, and would ride the entire trip down to the Tomb of Graush in reinforced drop pods.

They would land behind enemy lines, awash with foes and fraught with peril.

It would be a trivial fight, at most.

 

[Adriago Duilius]

Objective: Reconstruct the Sith Temple and Spaceport
Location: Korriban Spaceport

Duilius' pace had slowed as he was joined by the small honor guard of Sith troopers in full gear. Despite wearing the full Armada overcoat, he was still cold on the desert planet, rubbing his arms to try and generate some more warmth. But he stopped when he came close to [member="Darth Venefica"], walking with a more rigid motion. The commodore and the troopers stopped only a few meters before Venefica and her little entourage of the two architects. Duilius stiffened a salute as the honor guard presented arms towards the Sith lord, "Darth Venefica, it is my pleasure as the Sith Armada's representative to the construction site to welcome you to the Korriban Spaceport. I am Commodore Adriago Duilius, I must apologize for the Legion's and Armada's engineering COs being absent, they are hard at work as we speak. As you can see we have already begun the preliminary work." Duilius paused before continuing his little speech only to be interrupted by [member="Darth Banshee"].

Duilius waited as she talked to Venefica, confused as to who this was. The commodore wasn't very familiar with many of the Sith lords, only since his promotion to a flag officer had he come into contact with high profile officials such as the dark lords of the Sith, and still, he hadn't met with many, especially not in person. Whoever this was, they had come with freighters to the reconstruction effort, and they talked with the familiarity of a friend towards Darth Venefica. Still, Duilius had his doubts, only multiplied when the Sith merely nodded towards his presence, a breach of military protocol he didn't appreciate, but knew to ignore. Once Darth Banshee had finished her explaining the agenda of her stay on Korriban to Venefica, Duilius questioned with a raised eyebrow, "Excuse me miss, but exactly who are you?"

 

[Dante Sotari]

She growled at the pain, deep in her throat and private, even if it was audible outside of only herself.

"Good enough for government work," she grunted.

Dante pushed herself up to a sitting position, relying on him to keep an eye out as she assessed. It it had just been one large burn it would have been easier. Most of the burn wouldn't have even hurt then, the nerve endings fried and fizzled out. But a thousand tiny pock marks where melted sand had scoured her flesh?

Another growl, this time as she rolled over to push herself up to her knees, and finally to a proper crouch. One she could move from at a given moment if she needed to. With a grimace she reached over, retrieving her rifle. Slowly, experimentally, she tried lifting it into position. Lifting the arm on that side brought about a groan of protest and she shook her head. There was no way she could use the rifle unless she were braced on something. She slung it over her shoulder, making sure it settled away from putting pressure on the wound and drew the long barreled blaster pistol she favored for small arms work.

"Well, I'm ready for the teddy bear picnic now," she managed. "Hope you brought the basket."

She meant grenades, but was distracted enough to forget that he had no idea what she was talking about.

[member="Morgan Vance"]