What Comes Around

[Caulder Dune]

CORESHIP​

THE RELIQUARY​

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Steam billowed out in thick rivulets as Darth Adekos was thawed out of whatever sort of wretched stasis he had put himself in. He spent most of his time in that sort of dreamless sleep now. Sleeping was good. Sleeping meant he was not alone with his thoughts, his failures, his shortcomings. His stasis pod stood straight up, the lid cracking open. Adekos groaned in a miserable, mechanical tone and pitched to the right, crashing onto the durasteel floor in a tangled heap of semi-synthetic limbs.

Dignified, as always.

He had missed the mattress he had put on the left side. "Why am I awake?" He demanded, though he already knew. Force of habit. Slowly, his old limbs worked themselves, creaking in protest as he rose from the ground. There was no one here to see him yet, so he was not terribly worried about the loss of evil credibility he just had. Adekos, his reputation, and his physical body had endured far worse anyway. He was alive, and all the rest were dead. So he won, even if he did live in obscurity and silence. Better than being dead. Everyone saw what the Netherworld looked like now. He wasn't keen to go. Not ever.

The shadow of TD-18, his trusty tactical droid, loomed in the corner. "We have taken on boarders."

"I don't suppose Natasi Fortan in a cocktail dress is among them?"

There was a long pause as TD-18 ran his calculations. "This is statistically unlikely."

How his humor was wasted on droids. Carach would have laughed. Or did that thing where he just snorted air through the nose. It was basically the equivalent.

Adekos had half a mind to go back in and let these simpletons take it all without a confrontation, but they had come this far, they should at least get to see him. Adekos brushed greasy strands of long, dull silver hair from his eyes and checked the chronometer. It had been two years since the last attack already; two years in the pod. Not a bad record. Who had it been last time? Brad Halcyon, that was who. What a piece of work. The Jedi didn't get far, but damn did he make a mess of the carpets. Spend too long around droids, you forget just how much people can bleed. Adekos noticed some hair had come loose and flicked it to the side, grunting in disgust.

"How many?"

"Assessment in progress. More than a few."

Adekos reached out, willing the Force to move the mattress to the opposite side - the side where he fell - of stasis pod, just like he did last time. "They are in the core ship?"

"Yes."

Good. Brad Halcyon, that idiot, had landed on the ring portion of the ship. The ring! There was nothing of value on the ring, just his honor guard of droids and technobeasts. No one ever kept anything of value on the ring. That was just common sense. But no one taught common sense to Jedi. It was like instructing a Nexu in Atrisian. Futile. Maybe a little funny, in the right circles. Adekos had reached a wardrobe now. Thoroughly mundane, carved out of some exotic Felucian hardwood. Fancy, but not the high technology he usually surrounded himself with.

It wasn't even locked, but inside sat the Gauntlet of Kressh the Younger - the most powerful Sith artifact to ever grace the galaxy. Unless you counted the Dark Staff, but nobody of good sense did. Or should. Any artifact that talks to people is an unnecessary risk. The Soulsaber was the same way. If talking weapons were actually of any use to anyone, every blaster would come with a vocabulator. The Gauntlet carried no such drawbacks, least of all a mind of its own. Unless, of course, being gaudy counted as a drawback.

Somewhat less importantly, his cloak and helmet lay in a pile. He was already dressed in his Sith fighting robes (he had since learned to go to sleep in them to save time during mornings such as these), and so haphazardly donned his equipment. Wait, his lightsaber wasn't in there at all. "Did you see where I put my lightsaber?"

"No."

Useless droid! Whatever. He didn't need it. He slid the gauntlet on as he left, off to greet the intruders. The cold metal felt good on his hand. Adekos enjoyed the weight of it. It made him feel like he was invincible.

Because he absolutely was.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Coreship; Boarding Action​

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It was around the time the Sith he knew as The Slave was an individual worth betting on. While Darth Vesper had waited, biding his time (certainly not wallowing in his own misery), the strange being had reassembled a certain Darkstaff, and even, generously, used it to cure his decrepitude, the legacy of long, long years of stasis. Years of solitude and nightmares. Ever since his duel with that loathsome Jedi, these years had weighed on him more heavily - his heart still felt the dull ache of compassion, instincts towards mercy he needed to willfully quash - but this was conflict. Conflict might hurt, but it's strength. And here, far away from those who had wronged him and whom he had wronged, his spirit did not feel quite so split open. He could muster the purpose needed to marshal his power. That was enough. A vacation from his introspective misery and the utter ruin of all the designs he had laid before fleeing to the role of scavenger, executive, grave-robber.

So, when the hole he carved in the hull of the ship with a flourish of his stolen lightsaber fell inwards, when the figure - dressed in simple, white robes suitable for combat - made contact with the floor of the craft, Vesper was smiling. However, as a certain former Dark Lord awakened, even something as stress-free as a simple treasure hunt began to curdle with anxiety. The smile quickly turned into a thin-lipped expression of concern: he could sense power, coiling outwards, and a shiver ran down his spine as he felt a touch of recognition, a ripple in the Force: something genuinely strong was awake. And now, it knew that he and his fellow GenoHaradan were here.

A rushed jog, down the hall, around a corner, left, right, right, left - and he found himself in touch with the main boarding group. He slowed to a brisk walk, falling in line with them.

"I feel our little incursion just got a lot more... time-sensitive. Shall we?"

[member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Thesh"] | [member="Arekk"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Jorel Geller"] | [member="Nilia Saavilin"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Darth Adekos"]​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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The group moved through the darkness of the Lucrehulk with a faint hum and glow of ignited lightsabers. Every few moments, the poor choice of a Technobeast led to each stepping over the corpse of a creature they never cared to witness to begin with. Each of them wore masks, hiding an identity while giving off an incredulous persona that likely differed far from their own. All in the great measure of things it would seem, as secrecy above all else stood as the staple point of this newly founded GenoHaradan.

Tracing through the core ship for Adeko’s aura was simple, considering the combined skill of the group, and as such they moved in as direct a path as possible to meet the man. Turbolifts, hallways, and an almost endless labyrinth of seemingly disconnected sections guiding them to their eventual goal. The aging carcass of the vessel showed its age the deeper the group entered, with spare wires hanging from the walls and lights flickering in the hallways; years of neglect and abuse through apathy, a lesson for the young Sith behind the robes. Even still, they were making progress through its folds, something obvious when one of the Maven called out as such;

“Behind this, Master.”

Tiamat watched as one of the Maven with them hooked up a small slicing droid and opened a large blast door, offering them all a glance at a large and musky room; likely the result of years of ill repair or maintenance. If not for the masks and they’re integrated internals, each of them would likely have been put in a coughing fit, giving credence to the state of their tech. Each of the men moved in before the two Archon’s, careful to protect them as they moved outwards to search the room.

Within, the shrouded figure of Darth Adekos stood some distance from them, each of the stoic expressions of the Archon’s drawing upon the progressively more obvious persona as they stood side by side. Yet, despite this duo stature, it was Ninkasi who spoke first;

“Darth Adekos.”, she said with a cold, imposing tone.

“You must know why we're here. My only question for you, is are you willing to surrender?”

She meant what she said, as the Archon’s stood tall; though the Maven around them began to move to either side of Adekos, keeping a mild distance from him though through their mask it became obvious how intent their attention was upon the man. The group as a whole was set up, though to what degree wasn’t known without testing Adekos, and it seemed they intended to wait for the moment to do so.

For some reason.

@Thraxis │ @Thesh │ @Arekk │ [member="Nilia Saavilin"] │ [member="Jorel Geller"] │ [member="Koda Fett"] │ [member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace

The sound of banging ruptured throughout the caverns of the ship, it's mass of circuits upturned, scraped and cut apart. His job was to grab Sith Artifacts, but he wasn't sure what one looked like apart from an odd sensation of unease that accompanied most Sith-esque items. He had departed from the group in one of the skirmishes, or at least, stayed back for a skirmish. At the end of this some Sith Lord was waiting, someone of ill-reputed power. It would've been fun getting into a skirmish with him, but he figured nine out of ten people on the ship were going after him and someone needed to babysit the droids. So, as a conclave of motion came whirling around the corner, he withdrew his DEMP, the thing designed perfectly for just this occasion, though never was he aware.

What came was a heaping pile of flesh and metal, a covetous fusion of dark arts mixed with cybernetics that rolled with a stampeding force, wires left straddled and fried as Thraxis, removed his mask for... little purpose. The one he was 'told' to wear, as was apparently custom for the GenoHaradan whenever they wanted to be known. His own mask had been painted, a rather crude drawing of a Diamond. On the lower half in a single straight line, piano keys were drawn, an example of the poor ability to freehand draw, and in place of yes two X's with a Yellow streak for the rest of the upper half. It was silly, childish and got the point home he didn't care about fancy designs, hell, if he drew it with a bit more care someone might mistake it for the edge.

But he braced himself, that wild grin that stretches from ear to ear ever-present as the line of Honor Droids, amassed a wave of gunfire, streaks of color infesting the air as Thraxis braced, a whirl of red light as in a hand his DEMP let lose wild flings of circular colour, returning slim fire as his armor was thwacked and banged by coloured streaks, pushing him back millimetre by millimetre with every successive puncture as they traded blows, each burst of his knocking prone droves of them off in quick succession. Of course. This was a great Sith, they never came with anything short of spectacled creatures to do their dirty work. And this one was no different.

It came with a cataclysmic rupture, the honour guards ranks being broken in droves as a grand beast mauled through. He had seen one like it, or at least, in its shape. Its horn was a jagged horn, it's body flung wires in violent motion, sparks of electricity clipping and biting like some wild thorn of a blackberry bush. It was a Reek. And Thraxis, was instantly in love. His eyes grew wide as they always did, his flaring lightsabers paused momentarily as his body was knocked into a concave of motion, the body of the creature a blur as it ran headlong into the Elevators. He had sabotaged one of the ways out for the crew, but he was sure it was fine. He just had to put a plan into motion.
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[member="Thesh"] | [member="Arekk"] | [member="Nilia Saavilin"] | [member="Jorel Geller"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Adekos stood on a circle in the ground, though not a natural one. It just happened to be clear of dust. Strange that such a small area should be so clean, but stranger things had surely already been encountered. Adekos was prepared to speak, but someone among their rank beat him to it. Really, he had gotten out of bed for this? To be talked down to by - who was this? Some woman. Didn't even introduce herself. Normally he was loathe to inflict violence on a member of the fairer sex, but her rudeness behooved him. "Oh, shut up."

Just because he spent two years in a freezer didn't mean he was getting any less powerful. Adekos had spent just as long, perhaps even longer, honing his art against the Abominor - sometimes even Silentium if they wandered too close, got too nosy, started questioning his methods. Even if he hadn't possessed the Telos Holocron, he had studied at the holographic feet of Belia Darzu, plied the phantom of Darth Mekhis. Whatever they did not know, he stripped from the holocron of Kazdan Paratus. And what that Aleena hadn't know, Adekos had figured it out for himself.

Anything with a power cell was his.

A wave of the hand was all it took, and Ninkasi's lightsaber exploded. It took off the hand she had hovering next to it, but still having it clipped to her belt left her even worse off. The force of the explosion shredded her armor, nearly blew her apart at the hip. No one was ever ready for it. A lightsaber was a deeply personal device. You study Mechu-Deru long enough, however, you see a lightsaber for what it is: a walking bomb that all your enemies wear on their hip. Diatium power cells are small, but detonating one could be nasty. Which is what happened, of course. Time was it used to take a couple seconds to get heated up. Adekos had surpassed such banal limitations. The explosion was concentrated enough that the people standing on either side of the woman would be unharmed. Perhaps dazzled or deafened, but otherwise alive.

It had been so long since he'd seen any other Sith, and now these people had gone and ruined it.

"I can do that to just about any piece of equipment you've brought," Adekos explained, "So let's show a little more courtesy? You're in my home, after all."

Were there any cyborgs in the audience? Adekos could sense them a mile off these days. Not that he wanted to. Fighting them just wasn't sporting. Especially that last time. Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself...

He examined the gauntlet now, and polished one of the inlaid gems with his sleeve. "If you ask nicely, what you seek may be given freely. I sense the Dark Side here and I, as ever, am a happy patron of worthy Sith."

Darth Adekos indicated Ninkasi's corpse, still smoking, flung a meter back from where she had once stood.

"The polite ones, at least."

[member="Darth Maliphant"] │[member="Thraxis"] │[member="Thesh"] │[member="Arekk"] │[member="Nilia Saavilin"] │[member="Jorel Geller"] │[member="Koda Fett"]​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Maliphant glanced over to the now prostrated Ninkasi, though he didn’t move from his spot. The now smoking corpse of the Archon didn’t move, and all the better for his sake. As odd as it was to lose an ‘ally’ in the midst of possible combat, it actually saved him plenty of time, all things considered. Expedited the process in the end of it all.

A few of the Maven’s that had come with the Archon rushed towards her corpse, quietly removing her mask and looking over the features of an aging human woman likely in her 60’s, a surprise she had come in with such a tone considering the obviously delays in her physicalities. It disappointed Maliphant, somewhat, that she wasn’t what he imagined her to be, but sighed regardless as his finger motioned to the Maven who still stood ready to fight.

Each of them nodded in return, quickly rushing the other Maven and striking each of their targets in the back; gouging out their hearts in a single strike, the strength of a surprise attack it would seem. As each of Ninkasi’s personal bodyguards fell, ‘Tiamat’ as the Maven had come to know him, motioned for each to leave the room, and in response each followed.

Looking back to Adekos, Maliphant simply sighed and tossed aside the two pieces of technology he carried, understanding they’d be useless by the obvious Mechu Deru expert. First the lightsaber, one that wasn’t even his own in truth, tossing it aside as it clanked idly to the ground, the second being the mask he wore, vocalizers and compensators littering the entirety of it. It certainly wasn’t something he wished to have explode around his head, or otherwise turn on him if he could help it.

Before Adekos was now the silver haired stranger so many before had witnessed; gaunt features and electrum eyes looking at the Sith with little more than a shake of his head. His tone was quiet, though vaguely apathetic to the death of his ex-ally;

“A bit of a shame, really, I was hoping I’d get the chance to do that myself.”, he said with some disappointment.

“If you must know, Darth Adekos, I’m here for the archives of The One Sith, The Telos Holocron, and well…”, he motioned to the gauntlet he wore around his arm, “That.”

“Now if you’re willing to give things to worthy Sith, what exactly does that entail? You'll find I'm a bit more... amiable, than my companion.”

"Or... was, rather...", he said, glancing to the still smoldering corpse.

[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Adekos watched with mild skepticism as one half of the bodyguards killed the other half. Then left. How sad. There was apparently no lost love between those two. Why was it whenever Darth Adekos killed someone, he always ended up doing someone's house cleaning? That was always how it was with Sith. Kill all their best friends and they'll only nod pleasantly. Part of my plan all along, you see. Adekos was disappointed to see that things hadn't changed. Perhaps if Orcus had stuck around instead of getting murdered, they could have changed Sith culture.

Or at least bred enough reasonable Sith to start a counter-culture.

"The archives of the One Sith?" The Umbaran snorted, "You'll find there's much more on those databanks than that. If your minions can make it to the servers, they can have at it. I don't care."

The archives were electronic. Every scroll, every tome, digitized. If they had the equipment to effect an upload like that and got past all the technobeasts, they could have every byte. It didn't matter. Adekos had copies. If they were strong enough to take it, they deserved it. At this stage of his career (or his retirement, more accurately) it was hardly any skin off his nose. The Telos Holocron and the Gauntlet? That was the whole nose. Probably a limb, too.

Adekos sighed, now mirroring Maliphant's disappointment. "I am somewhat impressed you tracked the Telos Holocron here. Not many can do that. Most are only looking for the gauntlet which I will simply not grant you."

One of these days someone was going to realize knowledge was far more valuable than this ridiculous, gaudy gauntlet. One might ask why, if Adekos truly believed that, he continued to keep the gauntlet. The answer to this question was something along the lines of "shut up, shut up, please get out of my house and let me sleep." There was no answer. Only hypocrisy. It disgusted him, but better to leave the Gauntlet of Kressh the Younger in the hand of a tottering old recluse than, say, a callous mass murderer.

The masked Umbaran stepped forward and the circle on the ground behind him began to rise, revealing... A throne. He had dusted off his chair before Maliphant's arrival. They were in an audience chamber, it seemed. Adekos reclined on the seat.

"Rhetoric is a lost art among the Sith, but I have high hopes for you," Adekos said. Maliphant had actually disarmed himself, which showed he was a man of reason. And any man of reason could make reasonable arguments, surely. Darth Adekos had his fill of fighting many years ago. Now he wanted to be persuaded. Just once. "Make your case for the Telos Holocron. What is it that sets you apart from your poor friend over there? What are your accomplishments? Spare no details. And if you plan on lying, at least try to cater to your audience."

He flicked his wrist, urging Maliphant to begin.

"Go on. Convince me."

[member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Blames the Cartels, I used them to track you, and I used maps from companies to get to you out here in the Unknown Regions.”, he said with an apathetic wave of his hand, taking front and center before the throne before lifting himself from the air and crossing his legs; a meditation stance that let his robes dangle beneath him as his gaze looked on Adekos on his throne.

“As far as accomplishments, few.”, he said motioning to himself, “As you can see, I’m but a youth.”

“However, I’m an accomplished alchemist and pervuyer of the Force. Perhaps I haven’t been great, but I will be; unlike most that probably come to visit you, I have the potential.”, he said with a glance upwards to Adekos.

Somewhere deep inside Maliphant, Adekos was likely able to see perhaps what he meant. The turmoil of the force in his heart, artifacts radiating power in such a contained manner it was hard to tell how they ended up within the child, yet every pulse of his heart forced the undulating maelstrom in his soul to surge and pull, though never leave the confines of his aura. It was as black as the void of space, as disturbing as a Tuskan who was too familiar with his Bantha; yet it contained itself in the moment.

His voice wasn’t entirely monotonious, but the variances in his speech were subtle, choosing to be informative rather than charismatic or otherwise convincing in a traditional sense. What the ‘Boy’ carried wasn’t so much Authority, as it was its long lost cousin, that of determination. Maliphant’s gaze was heavy, focused on the ex-Sith Emperor before him.

“You’ve had your time, Adekos. I’m here for a chance at mine.”

[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Arekk]

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SPACE, THE UNKNOWN REGIONS​

WAITING TO LAND​

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"Into the untravelled and undiscovered."​

w. [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Thesh"] and [member="Darth Maliphant"]​

He really is rage packed in a small container, phew.

Ar'ekk couldn't help but release a small chuckle at Thesh's comment, clearly playing along with his whole small-but-strong-enough-to-beat-your-ass type of attitude. He wasn't any different at the little man's age, probably slightly worse considering that one was capable of ripping someone else's head off when you were that young. Regardless of what was said, the man took no insult on what was spewed his way and instead gave him an amicable smirk.

"Alright, kid. Then I guess you'll keep an eye out on me, huh? Much better that way."

The corvette would soon touch the ground and despite everyone looking kind of ready, the trio still hadn't come up with some sort of plan once they arrived to their destination. His inquiries were short and precise, just enough to know what they were after or what was exactly necessary during this trip to who knows where, at least try to know where they were going.

"What are we doing down here, anyways? I know as much as the guy sleeping on the floor over there." He pointed with his robotic index finger at the man next to them, laughing. "Are we stealing something or what?"

Probably the kid knew more than he did, at their age they were more intelligent and attentive to details, hopefully he had something in mind.

 

[Lief]

"Information," the boy said, rather simply, reiterating the instructions they had just been given by the spokesperson, "Data, holocrons, that sort of thing."

It wasn't necessarily that Thesh had known ahead of time, of course, simply that he'd bothered to listen prior to boarding the shuttle. Now, as the trio felt the rocking of the shuttle as it broke away from the main ship and darted through space, came the real trial. Who knew what was aboard the ship, in truth; while he could barely sense anything in the way of organic lifeforms, that did not mean it wasn't teeming with other nasties. The boy had grown quite accustomed to the sight of droids, and had learned to loathe them in many ways. He always seemed to come away with blaster burns. Wasn't as if he had a saber to deflect the damn things, after all.

When the cutters did their job the taskforce were loosed into the lucrehulk and Thesh was no different than the rest. He hopped out of the vessel, and made sure to check each direction for any sign of hostile forces. Finding nothing in the immediate vicinity, though blatantly aware of the fact that any onboard would have been alerted to their arrival, the boy was quick to head off in a random direction, opposite to that of [member="Thraxis"] in order to cover more ground. After a few feet he turned to look back at [member="Arekk"] and [member="Nilia Saavilin"] with a small frown.

"C'mon, I don't think we want to be here if any defensive measures are in place."

Then he carried on, regardless of whether or not he was being followed. He reached out through the Force, allowing it to subtly guide him through the halls, presently seeking out any lifeforms or mechanical constructs along his path more so than he was the server room for data, or more tangible archives. After all, he'd survived this long and didn't much want to face death in such a fashion. Forever floating through space was not his idea of a good send off.

[member="Darth Maliphant"] [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Antherion"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Behind his mask, Darth Adekos was inscrutable. Was that it? The last petitioner had talked for what felt like hours, listing conquests and genocides and on, and on, and on. Adekos had enjoyed killing him - something that was true only rarely. His head canted to one side, then the other, making a loud popping noise as he cracked his neck, mulling things over. Ah, the grim determination of Sith youth. Very rare. Maliphant had kept it short and sweet, not to mention he hadn't bothered to lie at all.

More to the point, if Adekos gave up this insipid relic, maybe less people would show up in his house. It was also time to find a new neighborhood entirely if a bunch of stinking cartels were the ones to track him. Good grief, how many Abominor had to be dismantled before Adekos could be afforded a lick of privacy.

"I see. How refreshingly... Succinct." Adekos rubbed the chin of his helmet, its single red photoreceptor boring into Maliphant. Oh, to be young and ambitious. Maliphant reminded Adekos of himself as a young man, right down to the flowing golden locks! Maliphant was young, probably stupid, maybe even worthless. But nostalgia is a hell of a drug, and a powerful argument all on its own.

Adekos gave a lazy gesture, and a door in the ceiling opened up. "Very well. I bestow upon you-"

A small hover-tray fell from the ceiling, abruptly crashing into the durasteel ground. The fancy, black holding box skittered across the floor and arrived at Maliphant's feet. Sparks emitted from the broken repulsors that would have carried the tray down more gently. Adekos frowned behind his mask.

"I knew I forgot to fix something. Whatever, it won't be needed now. You'll find the Telos Holocron in that box," Adekos said, though there was hardly any need. An overwhelming surge of Dark Side energy spilled from that box, practically howling for release - to be finally free of this foolish old man and put to better use. Wherever it had been must have been warded or insulated in some way. Now out in the open, it could have been sensed for miles.

Since the contents of the box were obvious, Adekos proceeded to pontificate on something less perceptible. "It is quite a nice box, crafted from fine materials. I suggest you take that as well. It was very expensive and it is quite good for holding artifacts of tremendous power."

It was, actually, just a box. There were no particular traits that made it good for holding the artifacts Adekos mentioned, except maybe its aesthetic. Darth Adekos considered offering some parting advice, but decided against it. Nobody had any need of him, least of all whoever held the Telos Holocron. The Umbaran rose gingerly, bones creaking with effort.

"Make sure your friends leave all the Technobeasts in the same general vicinity they kill them. Makes the cleanup much easier. Now, I'm going back to bed."

Ah, the cold embrace of a cryopod. How he missed it already.

Without further delay, Adekos vanished from sight and sense. A final and well-rehearsed trick - the last anyone would see him perform.

[member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Adekos’s words carried through the ‘throne room’ with some gusto, though met deadpan on the long aging walls. The facility itself was coming apart, that much was obvious just by glancing at any of the open circuitry panels; no doubt torn apart during some of the Technobeast’s internal struggles for dominance, and it surprised Maliphant little when the repulsorlift that was supposed to dramatical bring down the box had failed and set it clattering to the floor; though it did pull a smile from him for both comedic timing, and the joy of it being so easy to get the artifact.

Despite what Adekos said about the box being ‘exceptional’ , Maliphant was a artificer with few equals; even his casual glance was enough to tell him the aging Sith Emperor lied, though he didn’t mind that much. It, at the very least, held what he was looking for; and he’d likely keep it for sentimental value more than anything else. Tapping his finger against his chin, he lifted himself through the force, bringing the box upwards with him to be held in his hand.

Before Adekos could depart, Maliphant looked up to him, speaking firmly but with speed;

“Watch yourself, Adekos. I might come back, just to see how you’re doing.”, he said with a grin; only for the man to simply vanish. Odd, all things considered, but his mind quickly moved off to the artifact he now held.

Opening the box, he looked over the soft black cushions holding the palm sized crystal, its jagged lattice design broken apart by an odd harsh base, but the darkness it carried was enough to entice him far past the conventional means. Lifting it, he looked into its depths, knowing full well it meant far more to him than anything else he could have come for; and it was beautiful.

Another moment, and he rested it back in the box before putting it in a pocket within his robes, idling over to his discarded helmet and lightsaber before moving; glancing now to the corpse still laying on the floor. Ninkasi was never the smartest, far too arrogant for her own good; but he hardly expected Adekos to blow up her lightsaber, let alone murder the Archon he intended to kill regardless. In truth, she was here for the holocron as much as he was, but he only needed some of her assets to get to this point before abandoning her.

When he got back to the ship, he’d likely set in motion the needed movements to consolidate her assets into his own; greatly expanding his influence in not only the GenoHaradan, but the galaxy as a whole. A soft chuckle, manipulated by the disturbing synthesizers, echoed through the room before he picked up mask and moved out of the room.

Greeting his Maven with a nod, he motioned them forward;

“I’ve gotten what I’ve come for. Assist the rest of the missions, and we’ll be off.”, he said with an a monotonous leisure.

His footsteps were quickly drowned out by the Maven moving to assist the many others; the operation already a massive success.


[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace

It trumpeted throughout in required carnage. A path clearly defined so as to not tear up the walls of the ship, else the finite supply of air get ripped out and thrown the entirety of the ship with it. Each movement a great bump as Thraxis was tossed up, his body precariously placed onto the horn as great bumps and crunches concussed his internal organs. The phirik held okay, better than he did as Thraxis struggled to coil a finger over the trigger of his DEMP, before his body was lunged forward, the beast coming to a great stop as his body became tangled and caught in a stream of wires and robotic goo. A thousand guns pointed as his cranium, a whimpered, "Hey" All that was responded as the stream of light pecked at his armor before his own light flared, a swatch of red taking care of the new retinue of Honor Guards as the beast, seeing the follow tried a second run, head lurched down and horn pointed at him as its speed built in great leaps.

And it came in a shambling mound of destruction, Thraxis body clicked underneath, a wheeze of pain as most of the honor guard was ripped to shred by the mountain of terrifying movement and Thraxis body felt like there was some internal bleeding. But that was what they naturally did. They had blood flowing inside them was Thraxis logic, so nothing spectacular there to deal with as he raised his DEMP, waving it back and forth like some sort of Spanish Bull Handler. The creature revved itself, an audible hum drumming and clicking through its inside as it made another charge, a stream of circular light crackling around it, finding it's movements as it's body dropped, sliding along the ground, body full force tapping against Thraxis knee as he looked around. No one else would know how cool he felt

But he didn't have time to reminisce on being cool, no instead from his bag he pulled out a trail of rope, wrapped it around the magnificent beast's body, hogtied and all and finished with throwing a slipknot onto a pipe before opening up some doors. The room looked computery. There was at least one Laptop, and a Server in there. So, from his bag, he pulled out a small twenty-four gigabyte Space Thumb drive, stuck it in a port, and began to use his hacking skills, which primarily consisted of a Slicing Device to break the firewalls and breaking the Password before copying everything from the Recycling bin and copying down the Internet History. Those two tended to be of more importance than people realized.
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