Where Did They Go? (OS Dominion of the Lialic System)

[Garivald]

Objective: Receive guidance from Darth Pyrrhus
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies:[member="Froste"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Nomkneer"], other sith
[2/20]

Garivald watched as a group of men and women were filed into the conference room by a handful of nautolan soldiers. His nose scrunched up in disgust as the air filled with dried blood and other less savory bodily fluids. Forced into a line in front of himself and the other acolytes, the prisoners were then pushed down onto their knees. Through the force he could feel the fear coming off of them in waves. He'd never felt so much horror coming from so many at once; not even on the battlefield. Fear for ones life was one thing but what these people gave off... this was something else.

So immersed in the prisoners suffering, Garivald almost missed Darth Pyrrhus' command. They were to attempt entering the mind of a prisoner. That was it. They weren't given any instructions on how to do such a thing. Just his frekking luck. Getting ready to ask for guidance he stopped; having an idea. Scanning the prisoners he chose one at random; walking over to stand in front of a human male. Looking into his eyes, the prisoner stared forward blankly, seeming to be unaware of his surroundings.

Closing his eyes Garivald opened himself to the darkside. Taking his time, he reached out slowly with his mind. Struggling for what felt like hours he managed to wrestle his way forward until he felt the mans mind. Tentatively he began poking and prodding, trying to find a weak point. A way into his mind.

Everywhere felt the same to him. He couldn't find a way in.

Ears flattening, he opened his eyes, growling in frustration. Looking around, noticed that a few of his fellow acolytes had already succeeded. He'd have to try something else if he wanted to keep up.

Walking closer, Garivald placed both of his clawed hands on the prisoners head. Closing his eyes he again, he pushed his psyche down through his palms; once again touching the mans mind. Feeling an improvement in his control, he found a weak spot easily. Picturing a spike coming from his hands Garvald rammed it in, gaining access to the mans mind.

Or what would have been his mind.

Most of his memories were.... fragmented... tumbling around in his minds eye; and the ones that were whole didn't make any sense. Almost like they'd been formed from bits pieces.

Withdrawing his mind, he stepped back and opened his eyes. Sweat matting his fur from his efforts, Garivald looked down at the man with a mixture of horror and disgust. It was better to be dead than live like that.

Quickly forming a neutral expression, he looked at the 'Lord of Ruin'.

"This mans mind is... gone. His memories are fragmented at best."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler
Allies - N/A
Post: [2/20]

The Senator looked at Konrad somewhat scared. Threatening him was one thing and one of the dangers the job entailed but his family? That was crossing a line.

"I am not worried about my family, I know they are in good hands," the Senator stood up to show Konrad out of his office.

"Oh?" Konrad raised an eyebrow trying to hide his smirk as walked up to the door and rapped his knuckles against it.

One of his soldiers entered the room and handed Konrad an exquisite looking box and left the room.

Upon recieving the box, Konrad walked towards the Senator and reveled to him the contents of the box. Inside was the head of one of the Jedis charged with the protection of the good Senator's family. "Changed you mind old man?" Konrad asked.

The Senator could not hide his look of shock and fear when he saw the contents of the box. The head of Mikor, one of the Jedis he had assigned to the protection was discoloured and slowly decomposing in the box. Before the Senator could say anything, Konrad took the head out of the box and placed it on top of a stack of papers on the Senator desk. The neck of the head was cauterized and did not make much of a mess on the Senator's table.

"Like your new paper weight?" Konrad asked the man as he withdrew another item from the box - a DataPad. Turning the screen of the DataPad on, Konrad handed the item to the Senator. On the screen was live feed to the Senator's oldest son and heir.

"Changed your mind?" Konrad asked the man casually.

"No." The Senator tried to sound firm but it was obvious he was deeply shaken.

'What a stubbon old man,' Konrad thought, amused.

'Break every bone in the boy's body until the Senator changes his mind starting with his fingers," Konrad ordered.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=2/20]​

"What do you know, girl?" the Hutt bristled at having his lie challenged. "You think I only work for one boss?"

The Cantina job was one of the most notorious operations in years. Professional thieves had broken in and used it to fix the next door casino's computers. The thieves returned the next business day and made a fortune in a series of inconspicuous bets. It was weeks before the owners discovered the glitch, and by then, the thieves had vanished. Like anyone else even slightly "plugged-in" on Nar Shaddaa, she knew the job was too delicate to have been pulled off by anyone from the usual underworld circles. Apparently, the Hutt didn't realise the absurdity of his claim. He was obviously trying to impress her, though, and that was a card she wanted to keep in her hand for now. She decided to back down.

"I figured whoever pulled that job was long gone by now." She shrugged in acceptance of his lie. "If you say it was you, I have no cause to doubt it."

"Yeah, I made many credits on that deal. Soon I'll be running my own gang. You'll see." He tightened his lips, probably wondering if she really believed him.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[3/20]​

Objective: Train Acolytes
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Jurs Deyi"] @anyone else who wants to learn stuff

Darth Pyrrhus observed the Acolytes as they forced their way into the deepest sanctuaries of their victims' minds. Once they got more familiar with this process, more experienced, they would be able to accomplish similar feats without their victims ever knowing they had been there. This of course worked better with simple suggestions and information gathering, rather than controlling actions. A thought crossed his mind: perhaps he had underestimated them when he had ordered the prisoners delivered to him sleep-deprived and broken. Though it was not a big concern, they would be challenged yet.

Most of the Galaxy was weak, he had said. However there were those of stronger will, who could resist the efforts of the apprentice Mentalist even without any exact knowledge on how to do so. Knowledge and experience would be their tools to counter this. "Those with even more resistance will be weakest when frightened, angry or in pain. You can use those things to your advantage" Pyrrhus instructed, his voice like a horrifying background music while the Acolytes continued to work their way into the minds of their designated targets. "What you do once you're in is largely up to your motives and the subject. Mental control is the most effective when you choose the path of least resistance. Is he afraid? Amplify his fear. Is he wounded? Increase his pain, drive him mad with it. The key is distraction, the kind of distraction that will leave his mind open to you. Once it's open, you find your thread and you pull. The more you pull, the father they unravel." the key was to find something to latch on to. Once that was done, a piece of their mind could be turned into an ally, and offer safe passage inside.

Pyrrhus' focus shifted from the group to the individual. [member="Froste"] had done something similar to what Pyrrhus had just talked about. He had seen in his victim great confusion and fear, and he had followed it to the core of the man's mind. The Acolyte showed great promise. Once inside, the Acolyte was exposed to a blur of thoughts and memories. He was well familiar with his own mind, Pyrrhus was sure, but to gain that same familiarity with someone else's took some getting used to. Pyrrhus sought to sharpen [member="Froste"]'s senses by getting him to maneuver the man's mind, seeking out the specific. 'Though he is young, the man has a child. I want his name and age. Find it.' the Togruta's voice sounded just as calm as before, yet it was much louder and clearer. The Acolyte would discover this was because Pyrrhus' voice came from within his own head, and was for him to hear only. The Acolyte's next task was clear. Pyrrhus had used the word 'his' when referring to the child, when the child was in fact a girl. This was a misdirection, one he was curious to see if the Acolyte could overcome.

Next his focus was drawn to [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]. She had been away for a long time, acting as an agent of the Sith spying for him in Chiss space. Recently she had returned, reclaiming her role as his apprentice. Though he had once been familiar with her mind, he realized after their time apart he needed to get re-acquainted. With an almost surprising elegance, Bella found her way into her victim's head. Pyrrhus was impressed. This feeling was quickly replaced with scorn, however. He felt shame in her. She had little of the thirst for power he sensed in the others. Instead, she saw only the task and not what she stood to gain. Stealing glances into the mind of another seemed dirty to her. Perhaps the cause for this lay in her past. His orders had been to gain entry into their target's minds. They were to wait for further instructions, not pull back. She had disobeyed.

Pyrrhus' voice found its way into Bella's mind as well, yet he was not as gentle as he had been with Froste. His voice was booming loud, and like a burning hot iron scorching the inner space of her head. 'I did not order you to release him' she probably would have preferred to him to have stopped talking to keep the pain away, yet he was not done with her 'Get back inside.' he hissed, the burning intensity of the pain he caused her increased. 'Give me his name, and that of his spouse. Make him say her name out loud. Then obliterate her memory.' it was cruelty, he knew. Sadly for the man in question, it had nothing to do with him. She had felt disgust merely at peeking inside his head. Her reluctance had shown when she had freed him of her. Pyrrhus would punish her with an even more uncomfortable task. It also served as a warning of what could happen to her, if he ever grew tired of her antics. On the flip side, it had the added benefit of increasing her knowledge of Mentalism.

He left Bellatrix to come to terms with her new assignment, and his focus shifted once more. This time it was [member="Garivald"]'s turn. Slowly but surely, this Acolyte too made his way well beyond the target's comfort zone. As he grew more familiar to the technique and the Force itself, he would be able to move faster and instinctively. Like every other Acolyte before him, this one too heard the voice of the Togruta filling up his mind. 'Find something to latch onto. Any thought you pick up on is a thread to work with.' and the worst they could do was give a Mentalist something to work with. The Acolyte stepped back. Since he spoke out loud, Pyrrhus replied the same way this time.

"His mind is there. Yet his thoughts are shattered and far apart. It is your task to discover the parts, and piece them together" Like the other Acolyte he saw the blur, and needed practice to discover the specifics. They were there, only deeply hidden. Ironically, their broken state made it easier to penetrate their defences, yet when they could barely gather their own thoughts it was an effort to discover them amidst the mess of their sanity-depraved minds. "On the surface there's chaos, empty space, even in this one the wish for a swift and painless death. Peel away the layers, and discover what lies underneath. He is but a shell of what he used to be. But he had a name once. Find it, along with his former profession, and give it to me" he instructed.

Finally, his attention turned to the Miraluka. [member="Rys'sya"] was clearly a very advanced student, with a natural talent for matters of the Force - at least Mentalism. This much was made clear when without much struggle or time required, her victim rose up, knelt down, and spoke. He obeyed her every command. Once more he felt impressed, and a satisfied smirk rested upon his expression. Skillfully, she latched on and found her way inside. Once inside, she even fortified her position. This one did not play around. Pyrrhus' eyes lingered on her a moment longer, examining her with interest. He did not ask her to give him names or other information. She already knew it. It was funny. He had asked so many to give him names, but he did not know hers. Time to find out. The Voice of the Dark Lord reached out and latched himself on Rys'sya's mind, crawling spider-like over her synapses before burrowing in. 'You must learn to protect yourself. That will make you stronger than someone like your puppet' his voice a loud distraction in his mind as he sought to tear his way in, peel away the layers until he got what he wanted. 'Stop me, stop me - shield yourself'.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: C To observe and learn a bit.
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: @Darth Phyrrus, [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"]
Post: 2

Erebos stood in front of a woman once they were put to their tasks, with simple tendrils made out of force energy he had made it appear as if he was in fact burrowing into the woman's mind. What he was actually doing was observing everyone around him through his sight in the force and senses, that was how he learned the fastest anyway. The acolytes all showed great promise, some were more careful than the others and one in particular showed distaste for the ability, something Erebos shared with her. However were they differed in their distaste was also different, he saw the skill as useful but distasteful, much the same as torture to get information out of someone though this method was much more reliable when it came to the actual information
With a slightly bored sigh he pushed his tendrils through into the woman's mind, shattering any defenses she might instinctively put up by his power in the force alone. However what he did was a multi pronged attack against her mind, one was put into the center for fear, another into the center for pain and the third into the center for joy, the fourth was the one he sent diving straight into her mess of a mind looking for a string to latch onto, really he was looking for anything but this woman her mind wasn't broken but it was in such disarray it might as well be.
'Would it simply be easier to just kill this woman?' He thought before he let his other tendrils join the one inside her mind and there it was a small thread to tug at, this woman was afraid for her family. This interested Erebos as he plunged a little deeper into the memory pouring a little more power into the woman's mind to put it into focus for him, add something that was familiar into an unfamiliar plane, so to speak. 'Two daughters and an eldest son.... what are their names?' He thought as he delved even deeper, sending out small sub tendrils from his four main ones to piece the mind back together to make it as relatively whole as he could manage.
This was a worthwhile distraction for Erebos after all, a puzzle for him to solve and some knowledge for him to gleam out of it.

 

[Komo]

Objective: Undergo Darth Pyrrhus's training
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] , [member="Froste"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Jurs Deyi"]

Greta was one of those among the acolytes that had been instructed by the Nautolan soldier into the conference room. She was no acolyte but the Sith knight was here to learn all the same. Her proficiency in mentalism was not of an expert level, but it wasn't basic either. She had a fair grasp of the skill, and was more or less efficient in her execution. Nevertheless, there was already plenty of ways for her to improve and improve. It was there that her gaze fell upon the sight of the black robed Togruta. Ah, the familiar site of Tanek Santii. Unlike most of the acolytes here, Greta was no stranger to the Togruta. They had been knights together, and fought alongside each other several times and she had known him when he was merely Tanek, and not Darth Pyrrhus, Voice of the Dark Lord as he is now. She had been absent from the scene for a while, but she had no doubt he'll still remember and recognise the likes of her. She wouldn't classify herself as forgettable. Not in the slightest.

When the prisoners were brought into the room, the pungent and putrid stench they emitted made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. God. What died in here? More than half of the prisoners were drenched and soiled in either their own urine, blood or faecal matter, or perhaps even all of the above. As several of the acolytes took the time to bow, introducing themselves to the Sith Lord, Greta went up and did the same, giving Pyrrhus a curtsy, bowing her head as she greeted him. "Pleasure to meet you once more, Lord Pyrrhus." She then went back into position and the training began. They were told to pick a target and find their way into the minds of their victim. Greta walked up and down the line, gazing at her remaining choices before she singled out a wispy looking man whose clothing looked to be surprisingly clean compared to the rest of his peers.

The terrified expression that all of them shared was equally present on his visage though. Standing before him, Greta shut her eyes for a brief few seconds, taking a deep breath, feeling her way through the force, before she opened her blood red orbs once more, fixating onto the man with a death stare. She could feel the tendrils of the force snake their way into the man's skin, pouring in the pores of his skin, the invisible spectral blackish-red tentacles worming their way through the numerous halls and passageways of his brain. That's right, just let it in. Be good now. The man groaned in fear, and began quivering into a brief moment of spasms as she navigated through his varied memories, from his childhood, to the moment he got rejected by his first love to the time he got hired for the first time ever. Interesting, yet trivial. His name was Maxson and he worked as a shift manager at one of the many McYoda's in the planet. He had worked his way from a mere service staff all the way to his managerial position. He seemed to be proud of that accomplishment. Yeah, right. What a loser.

It was then that Greta decided to have a little fun along the way. She sent the following orders into his mind, instructing to do as she ordered. The pathetic excuse of a man, turned to face Lord Pyrrhus before he raised his hand, an action so peculiar in the situation they were in. The man then bellowed. "Lord Pyrrhus! My name is Maxson, and I'n a stinky shift manager at McYoda's. Greta says Hi." He then finished with a slap to his face. "There was a fly , my lord." Except, there wasn't a fly. Standing behind him, all Greta could do was to stop her mischevious grin from spreading any wider was to gaze at the Sith Lord with a playful glint in her crimson eyes.

 

[Atrace]

[1/20]

Objective: Show the populous the power of a sith

Location: capital slums

Atrace sat in the back of an imperial shuttle as it approached his destination, his mission was simple land, put on a show, make an example out of the non-believers, "simple enough he said to himself as the shuttle rocked back and forth as it entered the atmosphere.

Atrace checked his equiptment, he didn't think he would be needing anything too severe as he was only going to be demonstrating his abilities to an easily converted populous. he laughed to himself as he put his hand to his leg which had been damaged during a recent duel with a bounty hunter. "I probably don't want to get into a fight in my current state" He said to himself as the ship touched down.

The shuttle doors began to open as he walked out, he pulled his hood over his face to conceal his scars and horrendous appearance, he knew the people of this world would not take kindly to seeing someone in his condition trying to convert them to a religion that could give them extraordinary "power" if you could even call it that. He knew that the cult he was recruiting members for was indeed not force sensitive in the slightest sense of the word but he would do his best to follow the orders given to him from his superior [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] orders.

he would walk throughout the slums, he chose this location as it was the place he was likely to get mugged, his plan was simple allow a citizen to get close enough then demonstrate the powers of the force to the bystanders. soon enough he was approached by a local drunkard, most likely trying to stir trouble no doubt. he would allow the man to get close before turning towards the man, raising his hand, and releasing a shock of lightning, not enough to kill the man, just enough to make him pass out for a few days. the locals would look at the sight with horror and amazement as he approached the a large collection of citizens "Do you want power like mine? I can give it to you, you just need to join me." He smirked under his hood not allowing anyone to see his face, possibly allowing them to read his true intentions

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: Learn neat mind tricks!
Location: A hotel!
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], [member="Darth Erebos"]
Post: 2

Nomkneer noticed the silver hair coming out from the hood of a fellow sith warrior who came to learn from Pyrrhus, he recognized it was his master but he kept the dumb act to see what was he doing here. Upon commands of the Lord of Ruin, Nomkneer looked for the people within the hotel and he saw one of the employees, as he stepped forward when the word was given he had already a target. After everything started he rushed towards him and since he has experience working the concentration and focus within his mind in various forms of meditation, he went face to face and put his hand in front of him. While focusing his mind to use this ability on his target he was looking for possible weaknesses upon the target as Pyrrhus suggested.

'He seems like he's struggling and maybe his lack of credits is his weakness to his mind'

the kaleesh thought this while the force energy was being focused upon Nomkneer and he was about to see if his ideas were going to work

"Steal from that mans pocket, he has lots of precious jewels in there you can use to get out of your stagnation"

Nomkneer sought a weakness that he thought he predicted from him, but in reality it was given to him by the force through his concentration, he never noticed this but with the right guidance The Lord of Ruin he will learn everything about this ability and how to use it best. The kaleesh stood his stance and his concentration upon the words he spoke, it felt like the words weren't sent by the sound but by the force itself. Instantly the employee turned one hundred and eighty degrees and went directly towards the target Nomkneer had chosen.

'perfect! Now how can i do this again with the same beautiful results?'

The kaleesh had thought while the target was walking slowly towards the victim, he got close to his back and reached his pockets. Nomkneer was looking closely at what he grabbed but it was small enough to not be seen in his hands, instantly the kaleesh stopped his concentration after the victim noticed the employee searching through his pocket and punching him in the face. A smile ocurred upon the kaleesh, not the type of smile you would see everyday, this smile is not for accomplishment but because the random act from the him towards the employee brightened up his day.

He faced towards [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and was searching for a respectable way to ask for an advice, the sith lord is not known to be the most kindest of person. Nomkneer knew how dangerous he was and the kaleesh walked forward towards the powerful sith and asked.

"how can i take the information from his mind like you said before?"

He knew that he needed one more advice before being able to fully practice this technique, for now it seemed easy but mind tricks are abilities that require much focus and if you don't have the right attitude you will fail at it.

 

[Armand Temi]

[3/20]
Objective: C - Receive training
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Garivald"] [member="Froste"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Jurs Deyi"]

Feth, I missed a vital part of the instructions, thought Bellatrix. She glanced around the room looking at the other Acolytes and Knights. The half-Chiss had never gone through a normal education system, much less attended even a cooking class. She winced as she heard Darth Pyrrhus’s voice in her head, the volume nearly scalding her ears. Struggling against the painful orders, she thought, I’ll be damned if this entire class sees me falter or worse fall to my knees right now!

“Ch'ah csarcican't nah han'oktavr,” she growled at Pyrrhus, but she kept her face as impassive as possible, trying to avoid any further wrath of the Sith Lord. Her Cheunh had gotten so much better during her stay at House Chaf that only a native speaker would be able to translate her rapid-fire words.

She then latched back onto her subjects mind and held steady as though tethered to him. All of the frustration that she felt towards her Master, she would now refer to the man she mind-controlled. She performed as instructed and the man sputtered out:

“My name is Berook. My wife is called Rala. We have been married for thirteen years and are the owners of… I… I don’t know what I was saying.”

It was clear that in mid-sentence he had forgotten who his spouse was. She was not strong enough in the Force to do permanent damage to the man’s brain. But he certainly could if she willed it. Using another mental blast against the helpless human, she willed him to begin banging his head against a nearby wall, so much that his temple began to bleed.

Bellatrix stood there smirking with her hands on her hips. “I could only temporarily erase his memory, My Lord, but I have made it so it will be gone no matter what.” Her actions were less defiance against Darth Pyrrhus, but would represent a sudden resourcefulness - following his orders exactly as he’d given them. Of course what she’d done was a bit extreme, but successful none the less. And sure enough, after a final squelching sound, the man slumped down to the floor, eyes nearly catatonic. He’d managed to inflict so much harm to himself that his brain began to bleed and swell. He would lose the memory of his wife and plenty of other precious motor functions as well.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler
Allies - N/A
Post: [2/20]

"PAPA! PAPA!" The child yelled at the monitor when he saw the face of his father. Whether his dear papa was a nobel Senator or not was something he did not care about at the moment.

"Sorry boy," One of the soldiers holding him captive whispered. "Orders are orders."

***

Each snap was followed by a scream louder and more pained than the last. Seven of the ten fingers of the boy's hand was now limp.

The Senator watched as each bone was broken in silence. The lives of many outweighed the life of one even if that life was his only son and sole heir. The Sith's torture of his son only convinced him to harden his resolve. If he gave in who knows what chaos the Sith could bring to the planet?

"My decision has not changed and will not matter what methods you employ." The Senator was shaken but it had become obvious that he was not going to change his mind. Konrad had only one option left - to kill the man and persuade is successor.

"Stop." Konrad commanded his men. "Send him to one of our slave camps and ensure he gets to work immediately and if he is not, feed him to some vicious creature to make an example of him to the other slaves."

Konrad turned to the Senator. "Any last words stubbon old man?"

The Senator was quiet.

"None, I suppose. Rare for a man like you." Instead of drawing his lightsaber, Konrad unsheathed his sword. He did not intend to give the man a quick death. Konrad rapped at the door again and several of his soldiers entered the room. "Hold this pitiful trash down he ordered."

With the Senator immobile, Konrad swung the sword at his head. He had purposely not used his full strength and has he suspected, the sword had gotten stuck in the man's neck. Konrad swung his sword again with less strength this time and once again, the sword was stuck in the man's neck. It annoyed him that the Senator had yet to scream in pain but that just meant Konrad had to draw out the man's death and make it more painful. Even in death he was still a stubbon old man.

 

[Froste]

Objective: Learn from Darth Pyrrhus
Location: Hotel in the capital
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Garivald"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Jurs Deyi"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]
Post:[3/20]

So, was that how it felt? The Darth had just spoken to Cole through his mind. Cole felt a little uncomfortable, but surely that wasn't how he had made his victim feel just a few moments ago. Cole made that man writhe in his discomfort. Speaking of his victim, the Sith Lord had given him a new task. To find out about the man's child. Hm... This objective might prove more difficult. The man may seem more broken now than before, but to give up information about one's child is not something he will be very willing to do, I'm going to assume. Especially not to a Sith. And even more so one that has been prodding around in his mind. Nevertheless, Cole had a job to do. He shut his eyes, and began to start the process once more.

Cole reached out with his ghastly hand. He gripped onto the man's aura with his cold fingers, and began to prod once more. The resistance that had shown up previously was minuscule at best now, and in a short amount of time Cole reached the position he was at before. There were a lot of memories to sort through, so Cole decided to find the information he required through a more familiar force. "I know you have a child, prisoner. It will save me time and effort if you just gave in, and it will save you a great deal of pain and agony." Unfortunately, he could feel the man's resistance creeping back in. "Bad decision, my friend." Cole squeezed with his sinister hand, causing the man a deal of pain. "Submit, fool. And this will all be over." He continued to apply the pressure, he felt he could do it for as long as the man resisted. Fortunately, the man wasn't able to stand himself for too long. Then, Cole went back to scouring the man's memory. He searched the victim's memory of his family. He found parents, siblings, and finally... The child. It was a young girl, probably around twelve years old. "Interesting... What is her name, my friend?" Cole felt nothing but submission from the man after he spoke to him. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The man didn't say anything, so Cole just went back to searching. He went through the memories until he found it. "Hm... Adali, is it?" The victim's fear seem to multiply, much to Cole's amusement. "Oh, don't worry. I won't hurt her. Well, I doubt I will." Cole removed himself from his victim and turned to face Darth Pyrrhus. For a moment, Cole considered using this new ability to speak into the Sith Lord's mind, as he had done to Cole. The thought was put out rather quickly though, as Cole was not only sure the attempt to enter the Lord's mind would end in failure, but it might also come off as a threat. Cole himself had seen the pain that one can cause by entering another's mind, and he did not wish to experience the pain himself. Instead, he spoke. "My lord, I believe I found the information you required. As far as I can find, the child is around the age of twelve. And her name is Adali." Cole bowed his head once he finished giving his report, and awaited further instruction.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler
Allies - N/A
Post: [3/20]

Konrad had the brutally beheaded body of the Senator placed in his chair behind his desk and turned away from the door with his head on his lap. The murder would have been easy enough to cover up for Konrad but he wanted to send a message to the other politicians to await to not defy the will of the One Sith.

Konrad left the Senator's office, his uniform freshly stained with the man's blood with his men behind him and nodded to the newly deceased Senator's secetary as if he was leaving after the comclusion of a normal business meeting. "Make it as if the Senator never existed." Konrad ordered his men as he boarded his ship, ready to pay another politician a friendly visit. Hopefully things would end more amicably next time and Konrad would not have to use his usually convincing power of persuasion against them.

 

[Garivald]

Objective: Receive guidance from Darth Pyrrhus
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies:Froste, Rys'sya, Darth Pyrrhus, Bellatrix Celvina, Darth Erebos, Nomkneer, [member="Greta Kohler"], other sith
[3/20]

Turning, the 'Lord of Ruin' stared into Garivalds eyes. He felt as the Sith sent tendrils of the force into his mind. His apprenticeship under his master was making him sensitive to mental invasion. His master, who seemed to enjoy projecting illusions directly into his mind. 'Find something to latch onto. Any thought you pick up on is a thread to work with.' Feeling the lords withdraw, he was mildly irritated. Hopefully the lessons in mentalism being taught here would grant him knowledge on defending against such intrusions.

Opening his mouth the togruta lord spoke. "His mind is there. Yet his thoughts are shattered and far apart. It is your task to discover the parts, and piece them together. On the surface there's chaos, empty space, even in this one the wish for a swift and painless death. Peel away the layers, and discover what lies underneath. He is but a shell of what he used to be. But he had a name once. Find it, along with his former profession, and give it to me" With that he turned towards another acolyte, dismissing Garivald.

To have to re-enter what was left of this mans psyche.... he felt a mixture of anger and repulsion.

Sighing, he looked back down at the prisoner. Closing his eyes, he drew on the darkside and reached out, struggling to reach the prisoner with his mind. He would again attempt to do it without physical contact. Finally reaching him, Garivald began feeling around. He quickly found the same weak point. Forming a spike like before, he drove it in gaining entrance.

Instead of being overwhelmed like before, Garivald took the Sith Lords hint and latched onto the first fragmented memory he found. The moment he touched the fragment he felt a sort of.... resonance coming from some of the other fragments.

Well that's interesting. I didn't know broken memories would do that.

Willing himself forward he grabbed the fragments and forced them back into a single memory. It didn't have the information he needed. Letting the memory go, he reached out and grabbed another fragment. Again he felt a resonance. Grabbing those fragments, he ended up with the same result.

This is going to take a while.

Resigning himself to mundane repetition, Garivald began moving the the prisoners mind, piecing memories back together as he went. After what seemed like a while, he felt a sudden shift in the mans mind. He had regained a semblance of self. His mind was without a doubt still broken, but now had regained a small measure of awareness.

He could use this.

"Who are you? What is your name? Do you remember where you work?

Repeating himself a few time, he eventually got the answers he needed. Withdrawing himself from the prisoners mind, Garivald opened his eyes. The prisoner met his gaze; a look of horror slowly forming on his face. Closing his eyes, the prisoner hugged himself and began rocking back and forth.

Turning, Garivald spoke to Darth Pyrrhus. "His name is Cigdis. He works as a droid maintenance worker at a factory."

 

[Rys'sya]

Objective: Unchanged.
Location: Unchanged.
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], other Sith.


Rys'sya was observing the Lord of Pain's Force signature, as he seemed to pulse, radiating malice, and would one by one impress his own impressive power upon the other acolytes. She was intrigued, curious as to what was transpiring behind the scenes with each of the different students and the master. But then, a sense of dread, of foreboding, overcame her. Yes, that dark, scarlet and obsidian miasma that was Darth Pyrrhus came for her! His aura seeped forwards, creeping ever closer, before meeting and mingling with her own.

Reflexively she started erecting walls, trying to make herself rigid, and strong in the Force. But against his immeasurable might, her defenses were as if constructed by damp parchment! Then she felt his presence speak into her! The power, the malice, the fury that was the Lord of Pain. The words alone carried such great weight, such strength, that the young acolyte felt the faintest of tremors threaten her knees momentarily.

'Stop me, stop me - shield yourself'

He goaded her. She remembered, faintly, back in the academy, a fellow acolyte boasted about being able to dupe a Knight by running cycle rotations of his ships engines through his head, feeding the Knight redundant information in a droning repetitive fashion. Rys'sya could emulate that, easily.... but, would it be enough to stop one as strong as Pyrrhus? She doubted, but she knew she'd be punished if she simply relented and let him win. No, she needed to try. She was ordered, and it would serve no one to disobey the order of the Voice of the Dark Lord.

So she began running through the process of making her 'eye' coverings. The exact length of material needed, the tools required, and then the painstakingly dull process of weaving and tying, crocheting the lacework of the mask. How many loops, how many tucks. How many rows and columns. She would mentally explain it, step by excruciating step, in excessive detail. A lesson in boredom would be projected, encompassing every last nook and cranny of her mind that she could. Ideally, this would be all the Dark Lord would be able to glean from the acolytes mind.

But, Pyrrhus was strong. Stronger willed than the mere acolyte. He'd chip away, and eventually be able to crack the illusion of protection the acolyte established for herself. He'd break through, and in a panic, she used the next most readily accessible tool she had available to her. The mind of the prisoner. His fragile mind, his weak psyche, and all his prevalent memories the acolyte had gleaned, was superimposed in Darth Pyrrhus' way. So, instead of breaking through the crochet lesson into Rys'sya's mind, the mighty Togruta would actually find himself in the mind of the prisoner!

The duplicity wouldn't last but a moment, when Darth Pyrrhus would learn the truth, and resume his onslaught upon the acolyte. She tried to conjure up a new defense, this time repeating the Sith Code as her repetitious barricade of choice. But, like before, he'd chip through, and break to the other side of the defense. Beneath that layer she had her crochet lesson, but Darth Pyrrhus.... surely he'll be able to get through it and into the more important details of the acolytes mind. She could only hold out for so long against the malicious might of the Lord of Pain....

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler
Allies: N/A
Post: [4/20]

Konrad waited for a couple of hours before he decided to grace another influential character with his presence. This time it was a socialite who came from old money and had a name that allowed people for obey her out of fear. It seem like this meeting would be a rather interesting one especially since he was invited to her estate.

Instead of changing into a suit, Konrad chose to change into a clean Army uniform, he was paying her a visit on behalf of the One Sith after all and it was only natural that his attire showed that he was a part of the organization. Konrad waited outside the door of a grand estate after ringing a fancy bell to announce his arrival. Within 10 seconds, a servant whom he presumed was the butler of the house opened to door th greet him.

"Mr von Grimmelshausen I presume? The Mistress has been eargerly awaiting your arrival sir." The butler took Konrad's hat and cloak and handed them to a maid and closed the door behind the general.

"General von Grimmelshausen." Konrad corrected the man. He did not like or appreciate being addressed as if he was a civilian.

"My apologies, General von Grimmelshausen," the butler apologised as he led Konrad to his Mistress' study.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=3/20]​

After a few minutes of silence, the Hutt started off on another rambling monologue, apparently as glad as she was to let the Nar Shaddaa conversation die.

She closed her eyes and tried to drown out his guttural droning. She focused on the sound of the engines. She had developed an affinity to mechanical and electronic devices and could often pinpoint a ship's technical problems just by spending a few minutes listening to the engine. Her claim usually drew a skeptical laugh, but it was the truth. She knew the sound of a ship's engines well enough to notice the slightest skip or stutter. And the Force seemed to tell her what most of these aberrational sounds meant as well.

The she she was on was nothing like the ship she flew. This was old wreck, she reckoned the owners had replaced nearly every part, some of them more than once. Because of its age, most of the original parts were no longer available, but spacers were natural improvisers — buying scraps from other ships and rigging them together. This ship was actually worth triple its original value, but it would take an expert mechanic to recognise that fact. But it suited her needs well enough for now.

"Unidentified vessel, please transmit identification and clearance codes." A business-like voice blared from the communication console, stunning the Hutt into a welcome silence. Darth Timoris looked out the window, quickly locating the orbital security station from which the request came.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler
Allies: N/A
Post: [5/20]

Inside the study sat a lady who looked in her fifties, she had been eagerly waiting for the meeting.

"Hello General, or may I call you Konrad?" She got off her seat, walked up to the man and took his hand as she pulled him towards the small sofa in the room.

"I prefer General, my lady. Now that that is settled, I propose we speak about you becoming a supported of the Sith." Konrad stood despite the woman offering him a seat.

"Why the hurry, dear General?" The Mistress stroke Konrad's arm, annoying, but he endured it. "You didn't even ask how you should address me."

"How should I address you then?"

"Lissa would be perfect!" The lady winked at him.

"Lady Lissa then," Konrad did not like the woman's overly friendly attitude at all. "As I previously mentioned, I am here to talk about business and would like to know if there was anything we, the One Sith can do to persuade you to become a supporter."

"Oh aren't you a serious man, that is something I find quite attractive. Very well, let's talk business."

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[4/20]​

Objective: Train Acolytes
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Nomkneer"] @anyone else who wants to learn stuff

He had been positively surprised to see that Greta was among the group as well. The two went way back, and the sight of her reminded him of cold worlds and military campaigns on ocean planets. Those were fond memories. Unlike most, he actually liked the cold planets, finding on them a similar natural order to the one enforced by the Dark Side and the Sith Code. It was a compliment. Out of the Sith Knights he knew, she was among the most reliable. "Always a pleasure, Greta" he replied with a nod and a smile, addressing her directly. Then the lesson began and ran its course...

...His thoughts on [member="Rys'sya"] were confirmed. She was not only quick to understand what was going on, but she was quick to act. On reflex, as soon as he started assaulting her mind, she started defending herself by erecting defenses. She was a natural. Yet he was not about to give her a pat on the shoulder and let go. Pyrrhus had experience, knowledge. Using that he would seek to overwhelm her defenses, if only to show her how strong her mental walls would have to become.

The Voice commended her for her efforts. He was familiar with the technique, but against an experienced mentalist it would not be enough. She slowed him down, but he would crawl deeper and deeper. If nothing else, Pyrrhus was patient. Like black tar on white sheets, his essence blended in with hers. He clung to whatever he touched, as if glued to the inner walls of her head. 'Once you're inside, you can do so much...' his loud voice echoed inside. He spoke, not only to instruct, but to distract. Perhaps hearing his calm, confident voice would amplify her fear; the fear that she could not hold him back. Despite her efforts, he was still here. The fear that he would trap her inside her own mind. 'You can make them see what you want. Force them to accept it' ultimately, he wanted her to react. 'Conquer their minds, and the battle is over'

The images taken from the prisoner's head was a creative solution that threw him off guard. At first he had thought her defences had finally broken down. However, this place did not feel right. He found no strength, no resilience, no hunger. There was nothing of her there. Again, she impressed him. But playtime was over, and he was quickly back at it. He kept spreading himself across her thoughts, like a heavy cloud weighing her down. Though she fed him only with mundane tasks and information, she was giving him something to work with. They were thoughts to grasp, latch onto, and use to pull himself deeper. 'You are giving me so much to work with' Had he been less patient he may have been discouraged, but he knew that as long as she kept feeding him would still grow. Eventually she would run out of fresh images to sacrifice to him. 'Never give a mentalist anything to work with' he was the demon outside her gates. She offered sacrifices from inside, yet his hunger would not be sated. He knew there was more where it came from, and he wanted it all. That was his mentality as a mentalist. Instead of blocking him out, she was trying to distract him. She accepted him as an entity inside her mind, and she tried to appease him. Distracting him with the prisoner had been a desperate last ditch attempt. He knew he had been close to breaking her. It would not be long now...

This was mostly a training drill, though there were a few points of interest. He wanted to know her name. Secondly, he was curious to see who was her master. Someone of her talent, he figured, had either been trained by a master or been given special interest from one or more of the instructors at the academy. Was it an ally, rival, or neither? He was not there to destroy her, though he liked giving her the feeling that he could. The tendrils withdrew, and once more she was left alone with her own thoughts. Pyrrhus looked her straight in the eyes with a hint of a smirk, before saying "Rys'sya"

His eyes broke away from her, as [member=Nomkneer] came to him with a question. Pyrrhus preferred to answer questions when necessary, to provide the students with the necessary information to succeed, rather than have to go through the disappointment of witnessing failure. What he asked was a matter of experience, and the more familiar he became with the process of stealing glances into the mind of another, the easier it would become to pick up on stray thoughts, or seek out specific ones. "There are many ways. You could offer simple suggestions to provoke the thoughts and memories you are after. You can hold him prisoner and torture him within his mind until he gives you what you want. Or you can elevate yourself beyond such tactics. Familiarize yourself with the process. Recognize the chain of events. Understand how they are resisting you and how to counter it. The more you practice, the deeper your insight is bound to become" it was no simple matter to explain something that could be as abstract as the Force. Oftentimes, it had to be experienced to be fully understood. Pyrrhus tried offering the acolyte a few tools. Whether he succeeded or not depended on himself. If he did, he could add his own experience with the knowledge the Togruta Lord had passed on for a more complete picture.

He was pleased to see that most had succeeded in their tasks. The answers to his private questions were answered. They all matched the intel he had been given prior to this training exercise. The serious Sith Lord even had to restrain a laugh at the way Greta toyed with her test subject, and he shot her an amused look. Even Bella completed her task, and gave him the names. She was very capable, no doubt, something she proved when he once more got her focused. Of course, she completed the task in her own special way. Pyrrhus watched as the prisoner smashed his head against the wall. He wasn't sure whether to view it as resourcefulness or an act of defiance. At least she had proved capable of ordering her minion to do her bidding, even if that was damaging himself. Though their methods were different, in the end she accomplished what he had asked.

For a moment, he considered giving her another lecture, but decided against it. It was high time that they took this to the next level. She would be tested soon enough, and he would not be there to protect her. "Good" he said, to the group as a whole, before guiding them towards more challenging pastures. "As you will have noticed, these were weak. Access was easily offered, without much resistance. You know the technique. It is time you apply it on someone more resilient." he paused, looking them over once more, feeling the rising curiosity and tension that was in the air. "You are the targets. Who you pick, how you proceed is up to you. This will be a spar with no blades drawn. We will see how much you have learned." and their next task was delivered. He added no further instructions, nor did he ask them to wait for his signal before they could begin. He encouraged the opportunist. The battle of wits begun

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: C To observe and learn a bit.
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: @Darth Phyrrus, [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"]
Post: 3

It took a while but he managed to piece the mind back together to a small conceivable whole, though he could see there were a few holes that needed patching up. 'Now what are the names of your children?' He sent into the woman's mind, a suggestion laced with his power as it landed in her mind and pulsed throughout it. 'Nick, Renci and Quina.' There they were, the names of her children all splayed out in front of him like offerings to a deity or overlord. The sudden lights of zooming thoughts began to churn in the woman's mind, he had inadvertently strengthened it and brought it back from the bring of collapse with his tendrils were already so deep and intertwined inside he mind that all he had to do was tug too hard and it would all come crashing down, a concept that she seemed to know as well. 'Interesting' He thought as he began to speak to the woman in her mind.
'Do you wish to go back home to your family?' He asked only to get the image of her tear filled eyes and sad face nodding frantically in return. All right so not completely whole she was still struggling with words it seemed, oh well that was a problem for a later date. 'If you do wish to see your family then I will need your complete and utter obedience until you return to them, understand.' He wasn't asking he was stating to the woman what she'd need to understand and she seemed to do, sending a mental picture of herself on her knees, pleading and nodding her head repetitively.
He was still moving sub tendrils around her mind to try and find any other pieces to place into the whole that he had built inside the woman's mind. 'Did you hear anything from the leader or information that would be beneficial to me?' He sent into the core of the whole his four mind tendrils were keeping together. A flood of useless images and thoughts came at him, the woman was hysterical, this wouldn't do at all.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Post: 4/20​

"Transmitting now," she replied, as her fingers danced across the control panel to send the information. She then leaned back in her seat, knowing it would take a few minutes for security to cross-check the codes.

The Hutt grunted as he reached up to cockpit ceiling. "Power down the hyperdrive generator?"

"No!" she sat up in a flash and slapped his hand away from the switch. "Leave it on standby. I never turn it off until the job's done. Bad luck."

His first reaction to having his hand slapped was anger, but he decided to laugh it off instead.

"You Corellians are crazy." He shook his head and chuckled before standing up and leaving the cabin.

She watched him go, feeling more than a little uncomfortable. Leaving the hyperdrive generator on had nothing to do with her being Corellian, of course. Like having her saber by her side, having the hyperdrive generator on standby was just something that felt reassuring.