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

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective: Fly the Sith banners / Establish Space superiority
Allies: Thanith Gumara / Iron Knight Loarko
3/20

"Mullarus, what is our objective once we land?" the droid piloting the hot rod B-Wing asked, to which Mullarus responded simply: "Annihilate the Sith's enemies and arm her allies."

Meanwhile, after establishing contact with the Hellhammer Naval Officer, Gumara, explained his strategy of having his fleet, apparently called Task Force Phoenix of the Warfleet Hellhammer - which Mullarus found to be a very badass name for a fleet - was blockading Lialic. Mullarus nodded in understanding. He was no naval tactician, so he figured this man knew a bit more about naval strategies than he did. "We will assist you, Task Force Phoenix, and we appreciate the fighter support. The Paladin has a hangar full of dropships, should we require more ground support on the surface, and a squadron of Mark One Hogs. Let me know if you need any backup, Task Force Phoenix."

With that, communications with the Hellhammer were cut and Mullarus took a seat at the captain's chair. Before him, he displayed tactical holos of the geographical layout of where Core Platoon was ordered to be landing as well as a 3-D display of the surrounding void around The Paladin, including the starships in Task Force Phoenix and War Fleet Hellhammer. Tenting his fingers before his mouth, he watched both closely.

Before anything even appeared on Mullarus' simply holographic display, an officer on the bridge called out, "My lord, long-range scanners have picked up four unidentified craft incoming!"

"Big craft or little craft?"

"I...can't tell, sir. Task Force Phoenix is taking battlestations. Should we?"

Mullarus nodded, "Do it. Charge the cannons and inform the pilots to rev up the Hogs engines."


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Meanwhile, on Lialic, the four dropships containing the veteran Core Platoon troopers touched down. Their escort in the B-Wing, [member="Iron Knight Loarko"], should arrive just after them. The twenty marines hopped out on a floating platform with a few skyscrapers on it. Information was forwarded to each marine's helmets as well as the heads-up-display of their droid ally explaining the surrounding 'block' of city. "This particular block is home to a skyscraper operated by Jericho Corp., whose CEO has openly denounced the One Sith on many occasions. Show him and whoever will try to stop you what happens to those who claim themselves our enemy, Cores."

As for the Iron Knight, a special message would play for him straight from the mouth of Sith Knight Mullarus. "If you are so eager to make yourself an asset, keep my troopers alive and let them do their job. They don't need your help to succeed, droid, but they will be grateful, just as I am."

The uniquely-armored elite stormtroopers filed out and formed up into their respective squads. Blue markings for Thunder Squad, red for Magma, silver for Cyclone, and brown for Quake. The soldiers all sounded off, weapons loaded and cocked, and ready to receive orders. The commanders of each squad would be the ones receiving orders directly from Mullarus, who would then transmit to their squads. From up above, while there was a minor threat from four unidentified craft on the scanners, Mullarus began to think tactically with his war machine-like marines. "Advance on Jericho Tower. Tallest skyscraper on the block. Two clicks west. I know you're in white armor, but try to stay hidden. If any civillians try to attack, stun them. I don't want the One Sith to be responsible for civillian casualties for entrepreneurs like Jericho's CEO to bash us more with."

With that order, the squad commanders rallied their men and split up. [member="Iron Knight Loarko"] received another direct message, "Droid, go with cyclone squad. They will be advancing on Jericho Tower from the subway systems below. This late at night, the streets are what is likely deserted. Who knows what kind of scum is lurking down there. They are in the most danger. Lend them your hand, and don't let them die. Got it?"

 

[Iron Knight Loarko]

(I'm a Shard, not a droid)
"Roger that Mullarus, on my way down."
The B-Wing zoomed down to the surface.
"These punks won't know what hit them."

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Help convert Lialic residents into Malevolence cultists
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Posts: 1/20

Seven spent most of her nights awake and on stims. When she wasn't slicing and stealing in the Underworld, she was cyber-stalking her old cult Malevolence. While she had escaped from the dark side Prakith cult sometime ago, it still called to her at times like a siren's song. She didn't sleep that much. Seven preferred to surf the dark corners of the holonet, fueling her body with spice and grisly stories from across the galaxy. That night she uncovered a news article that Malevolence had a small stronghold on the planet Lialic. One of Seven's desires was to see her old cult flourish on Coruscant, and yes, they would worship and revere Darth Andeddu, but they would not be the same dullards on Prakith who believed, truly believed that Darth Andeddu, their ultimate Master, would be resurrected.

No, Seven's version of Malevolence would be different. There would be no torch-wielding, robed disciples chanting and swaying. No human sacrifices, runes or other shamanistic practices. Her Malevolence would be bound together by technology, violence, propaganda and crime. The Force would be but a miniscule part of what it should be about. But first, she needed devotees. And Seven needed to attract them somehow.

So making her way to Lialic, she stood on a busy street corner, her painted face wrapped in a black scarf as to not disturb any passersby. Walking slowly on the sidewalk, she held up a simple flimsiplast placard: Seeking eternal life? If so, follow me.

And eventually, twelve residents of Lialic began to trail behind her like geese. If all twelve of them came back with her to Coruscant, she would be ecstatic, but she knew that it was unlikely that even one of them would survive what was in store. Still, if one did, they would be fit for Malevolence. Her Malevolence.

Seven was taking them to a Sith Lord who had requested fresh cult members. Or maybe it was just fresh sentient beings. Either way, Seven complied, would be paid handsomely for the living bodies, and would hopefully gain a cult member or two in the process.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[2/20]

As Ajihad finished looking over the new form of Darth Ferus with a critical eye, the young girl would say something about teleportation. Was such a thing possible, even through the force. After asking himself the question, he would immediately find the answer within himself. Through his experience, anything was possible through the force if one knew how to correctly use it. One could even use it to obtain the secret of immortality, a secret he himself had come across in one of the most ancient places in all the galaxy. The assassin would remain standing there, hands clasped behind his back. It would be interesting to see how this lesson played out.​

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[member="Illaudata Renovare"]​

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

OBJECTIVE: Find Your Sense Of Direction
LOCATION: Kind of Lost, Actually
{ 1 / 20 }

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She wasn't with the Sith Assassins. She was supposed to be with the Sith Assassins. Where was she instead?... Technically she didn't know. That was not a pleasant feeling for the Sekairo woman. Usually she kept good track of where she was at all times. Whenever she didn't... well, there was usually a soldier with her, ready to show her a map of the area. But this time she was alone, wandering through a smaller town with a scowl on her face. The place seemed fairly deserted. Odd, she thought, glancing around the empty streets. Where is everyone?... Part of her wondered if she had managed to find a ghost town. There was a decent enough chance of that- not every city on this world was still inhabited. Plenty had been abandoned during the years of the Gulag Plague. This place seems too well kept to be ruins...

Just a moment later she heard a familiar noise: The sound of whispering. A little concerned, and a lot intrigued, the woman moved to the shadows, doing her best to cloak herself as she did. Only a few seconds passed before two figures appeared in the distance. They wore robes of some sort- made of a dark, silky material. Neither wore their hoods up. One appeared to be a male (some sort of near-human), while the other was of a species Ire didn't recognize. Fortunately they seemed to be speaking in basic. Yet she still wasn't close enough to make out the words. Scowling further, still within the shadows, she attempted to reach out with the force. Though she didn't often use the skill, she understood how much force sense could help. In this case, it let her hear what her new companions were saying...

"Oi, I told ya we shoulda left earlier. We gonna be late, Jied!" The man said, his voice rough and low. He reminded Ire of the riff raff she often saw on Panatha. Of course, those riff raff were usually quite useful- if one knew how to work with them. And she... she definitely knew how to work with them. But, as the two continued to talk, she wondered if she'd even need to use her occasionally-silver-tongue.

"Gorram, Khee'el, this one is already late. You told this one to leave earlier, but this one incorrectly believed the meeting was in twenty minutes. It has been twenty-two. This one must hurry now. It hopes you will do so as well," said the alien, a hand moving to hold onto the human's shoulder. Together they continued to walk, and Ire slowly started to follow, curious as to the nature of this 'meeting'...

 

[Galatea Raste]

It seemed, for a while, that the droid was going to leave her in peace. As much as she appreciated the thought, she knew it was not going to last. Each passing second drew her closer to the inevitable. Her eyes passed over one trinket and the next. Each thing she looked upon was more interesting than the last, but none of them were truly interesting to her. All she saw was junk; baubles for those that had nothing else in their lives.

"I do not think Master Teebs will return, miss. Perhaps you should return later."

And there it was. The annoyance of a protocol droid. Galatea shook her head and turned to look at the droid. She knew a way to get Teebs to come out.

"You protocol droids are annoying. One would think your programmers would learn the error of their ways. Or perhaps it is their intent to annoy us all."

A flick of her hand and the droid became motionless. She held it in place as she drew closer to it. A smile briefly touched her lips, but then vanished as she drew a saber, activated it, and in several quick flicks, cut the droid into pieces which she allowed to clatter to the floor. The ruckus drew footsteps and she looked up as a Chadra-Fan rushed in.

"What is this? What have you done to Rater!"

"Nice of you to join me, Master Teebs. Now, shall we get down to business?"

[Post 3/20]

 

[Urak]

[Post 1/20]
Location: Lialic
Objective : Learn from the Assassins a technique

Urak had been prying in shadows, for a certain amount of time just watching, being full aware they probably knew he was there, but he did it anyways. As was his nature. Upon the mention of this new technique, his eyes opened, and he was amazed such a technique existed. Force Teleportation..If this was real, Urak knew he would need it to achieve his goals, at becoming a Master Assassin, and protecting his brother Atrace from any who dared to hurt him.

"Ooh, i wouldn't miss this lesson for the world! Who knew such a thing was possible. I will do whatever it takes to learn this technique." Urak had said as he came out of the shadows to stand next to the other Assassins. He looked around at them, spooky, he thought. Although it did not frighten him, he would sure not want to be on the receiving end of some of these Shadows. He knew full well he had much to learn, so he intended to do just that. Learn. "What is it you wish us to do?" He asked, as he then remained quiet for a response.

[member="Fortuna"]

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

OBJECTIVE: Locate The Meeting
LOCATION: Not-So-Ghostly Town
{ 2 / 20 }

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It was almost pitiful- how painfully unaware the duo were as they walked along the empty streets. They had no idea that they were being followed. Nor did they seem to feel the weight of an inevitable demise hanging over their shoulders. No, there was no tension in the air. Just the slightest of chills, one easily remedied by a simple scarf. 'Twas better this way. Once the two had exhausted their usefulness, Ire could get rid of them without much effort, and they could spend their last moments in peaceful ignorance. Leaving them alive was certainly an option- but over the course of her life, the assassin had rarely entered a situation that didn't result in her killing a few people.

"Hey, I think we're here. This is the place, right?... Yeah? Okay, good. Think we can get it without the others noticing? I don't want them to think we were this late," the human said, tipping his head in the direction of a small building. For a moment Ire paused, wondering if the man had the wrong spot or if the meeting was simply smaller than she had anticipated. Her concern caused her to miss the alien's response, only returning her focus when she saw them move into the structure. Hoping that her fears were pointless, she followed them, still cloaked within the force, nearly impossible for their untrained eyes to spot.

A few moments later she found herself in a near-empty room. The place was trashed, papers scattered everywhere, what looked like dried blood splattered across the walls in a few places. Heavy amounts of dirt were caked on the floor, and in several places she thought she saw the bones of small rodents poking through. It was the last place she expected a meeting to be held in- and that was what revealed the truth. A secret entrance? Ire thought, looking around for a likely spot, trying to find it before the duo she accompanied did. Just as she spotted the loose tile, one of the two reached for it. A simple shift of the metal later and the sound of whirring gears could be heard.

Within a few seconds they were descending into the dark...

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[1/20]
Objective: C - train Acolytes and possibly convert people to Malevolence
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Seven"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Jurs Deyi"]

Lialic was an uninspiring spot on the galaxy. Even so, it was a strategic spot on the galaxy that would strengthen the One Sith's southern territory considerably. And so the Voice of the Dark Lord found himself on the ground, overseeing the overtaking of the planet. His location was known to only a select few. Darth Pyrrhus enjoyed the ability to observe things from a distance, and the shadows were empowering. From the realm of the unseen he could control events with great precision. The other side might never even gain the knowledge that he had ever been present during the conflict, whatever shape or form that conflict might take. Pyrrhus' role here on Lialic and his approach to it would be exemplified by what he would have the Acolytes do next. They too would assume a similar role, provided they were successful. He expected to see failure today, but he hoped for an overall positive conclusion.

The Lord of Ruin had set up a temporary base at one of the capital's many hotels. His Nautolan soldiers had secured the building and were positioned both within and across the perimeter at strategic locations. They kept out of sight, but had enough eyes trained on the area to spot any potential threats before it became an actual threat.

Pyrrhus himself stood within a conference room. It was large enough to host lectures to sizable groups of people. In that it was much like the average auditorium. The floor had been cleared of any unnecessary chairs and tables. At the far end there was a stage elevated above ground level, though it was not in use. The tall, broad-shouldered Togruta stared at the empty stage from the center of the room. His back was to the entrance. He wore the dark robes of the Sith, much like he had as a young apprentice - though they seemed to fit him better now. Black tunics and undertunics, underneath the wide hooded robe, that concealed most of his form - at least from behind. What gave away his species (and possibly also identity - for there were not many Togruta in the One Sith) were his curved montrals, extending above his scalp like regal-looking horns. Though Togruta commonly had three lekku, he had four. Two of those extended down the front of his torso from both shoulders, the other two remained hidden underneath the cloak on his back. All four shared the same patterns of colours and markings. The Sith Lord's lightsaber hung from his belt; curved and its material at the edge forming into a ragged line, looking much like a crown, near the emitter.

"It's time, my Lord" a Nautolan soldier, wearing the standard One Sith trooper armour, informed Pyrrhus. He had given the soldier a specific time the day before. Now that it had come, the Togruta was alerted and things could finally be set in motion. "Bring forth the prisoners." he demanded coolly. Whether 'prisoner' truly was the appropriate term was up to the individual's interpretation. Regardless of term, they had fallen within the grasp of Darth Pyrrhus, and they would not taste freedom until he deigned it fit. The soldier made a quick salute, before he went to the basement to bring up a group of civilians. Simultaneously as that was being done, he would give another order to a another Nautolan soldier, near-identical looking to the last. "We are ready to begin. Send in the Acolytes."

Doors were opened, the training may begin

 

[Froste]

Objective: Learn from Darth Pyrrhus
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Seven"] , [member="Greta Kohler"] , [member="Garivald"] , [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] , [member="Rys'sya"] , [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Post:[1/20]

Cole Tymon stood with the other Acolytes outside of the conference room. He craned his neck around, in order to stretch it as he often does. The day had been a pleasant one, he supposed. He hadn't been maimed or anything of the sort, so he had that going for him. Cole checked out his surroundings as he waited, and everything was underwhelming, if truth be told. He had expected much more from the dull planet. Nevertheless, Cole wasn't here to admire scenery. He was here to learn skills in the force. I'm very much looking forward to learning, even if I have to on this forsaken planet. I just hope I'll be able to actually learn something, and not just waste my time. Cole was, in fact, expecting to learn a great deal on Lialic. Largely due to the fact of who was going to be teaching him on this day. I just shouldn't repeat the mistake I made on Korriban.

Cole took a look at who else was going to be learning with him in just a short while. He recognized a few faces, and slightly put him at ease. However, he was going to be expected to use the force in a very different way today. Cole does not have very much training in the force, something he has been regretting for a rather long time now. But today that was going to change. He was going to take something, anything from the lesson today and become a better Sith because of it.

After some time, the call for the Acolytes to enter was given by a Nautolan soldier, and the doors to the conference room was opened. Cole stepped into the room with his fellow trainees, and immediately began to glance around. The room was of a decent size, probably used for business or lectures of some kind before the planet fell to turmoil. There was a stage at the far end of the room, cleared of anything and everything it seemed from the angle in which Cole was standing. In fact, the entire room seemed desolate. There were no chairs or tables or anything of the sort in the room itself. Seemingly, the only thing in the room was the powerful Sith Lord standing in the center. Once Cole was in a respectable distance to the Sith, he got down on one knee and spoke, "My Lord."

 

[Garivald]

Objective: Receive guidance from Darth Pyrrhus
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: Seven, Greta Kohler, Froste, Bellatrix Celvina, Rys'sya, Jurs Deyi, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[1/20]

Garivalds ears twitched in excitement. He was more than a little nervous, but it was easily outweighed by his excitement... mostly. It wasn't everyday that the Voice of the Dark Lord offers to give hands on training after all.

He hadn't even known that the 'Lord of Ruin' would be here, when his master had sent him to help aid in the domination of Lialic. So to be suddenly invited here to learn from him was a little daunting to say the least. Elevator doors opening, he stepped out into a hallway. Looking to his left and right, he saw a some Sith Acolytes and Knights off to his right. Making his way towards them, it made him slightly more relaxed seeing others here for the same reason. Especially since he spotted a couple faces that he recognized from his time in The Valley of the Dark Lords. Taking his place off to the side, he leaned against the wall and waited.

From what he understood, the mission here required a rather delicate. There was to be as little direct conflict from the sith as possible. They were instead to try start an uprising that would over through the government; replacing it with one that welcomed The One Sith Empire with open arms.

It definitely made him wonder as to the training everyone present would receive. Whatever it was he would learn it to the best of his ability and make it his own. He would leave here stronger than when he'd arrived.

A call could be heard from the other side of a set of double doors; which opened soon after to reveal a nautolan soldier, who ushered them inside of a large conference room filled with tables and chairs. Garivalds eyes were almost immediately drawn to a red-skinned togruta male who overflowed with the dark side of the force so strongly that it was almost physically visable. He new who this man was instinctively.

Walking forward with the group till they all stood a short distance from the Sith Lord, Garvald bowed low.

"Greetings, Lord."

 

[Rys'sya]

Objective : Learning from Darth Pyrrhus
Location : Hotel in Capitol of Lialic
Allies : [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Froste"] | [member="Garivald"]
Post: [1/20]


The young Miralukan was oblivious mostly towards her fellow acolytes. They held little interest for her. She thirsted for knowledge. Greater knowledge with which to help steer this galaxy in the path that it should go. Greater knowledge with which to be the Sith the galaxy needed. And her fellow acolytes, at this time, were going to be little help in her obtaining said knowledge.

It the mean-time, her focus was inward. Focusing on the Force. On her pride. On her strength. On her still, silent fury. She focused inwardly, on her lessons learned, on her Master's teachings. He instilled a driving desire for self-improvement. She also knew that powers, abilities, needed to be learned when the opportunity came to learn them. Such a time was present, so the opportunity was being taken.

When the soldier came to bring them before the Voice of the Dark Lord, she followed the summons. Approaching the powerful Togruta, but wary to enter into an offensive range, the technically blind Miralukan was sufficiently and properly awed by the aura the Sith Lord radiated in her Force Sight. His power was palpable, and with respect to not only his authority granted by his position as Voice of the Dark Lord, but also the sheer magnitude of his might, she bowed with proper supplication before Darth Pyrrhus. "My Lord." She'd utter, her soft voice was delicate, and almost soothing to the ears, but quite cold upon closer consideration of her tone. As a good Sith, her tone always held the promise of pain, or worse, to those warranting such treatment.

Her face remained downcast, though it was most likely common knowledge that her race needed not face you to see you. Her gesture was mostly to placate the Lord of Ruin, to present herself as respectful and deserving of knowledge before the Sith Lord.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=1/20] [Doing my own thing]​

A fiery comet blazed past the viewport, leaving a trail of amber dust. It spent only moments in view of the pilot's seat, but it caught the attention of Melori. A comet was a sign of change — an omen that could be either good or bad. She wanted to consider its meaning later, when she had more time. Just now, her ship had dropped out of hyperspace, and she was steering the ship toward its destination, the still-distant form of whatever planet the One Sith were taking charge of. Normally, she enjoyed the peaceful moments between completing a hyperspace jump and entering a planet's atmosphere, but not today. Today, she was carrying valuable cargo, and two passengers she would just as soon have left back in hyperspace.

The flight had taken no longer than planned, and she had been counting the minutes. The goon camping in her co-pilot's seat — his name was Atmos — gabbed incessantly in his own form of crude Basic. He was trying to show off his knowledge of the inner politics of the his particular gang. Based on his naive analysis, he was criticising his boss, for making all the wrong decisions. She had no basis for knowing the wisdom of the gang’s actions, but she was willing to bet that Atmos didn't either. Of course, this kind of talk was no surprise; most of the Hutts' hired guns spent their time gossiping about their bosses' behaviours. She could have forgiven him this. But he hadn't stopped there.

"Good for me to get off Nar Shaddaa." He scratched his scaly chin. "Ever since we pull that Loratadine Cantina job, I always have to be watching my back."

Melori stifled a laugh.

"You weren't in on that operation."

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: Learn cool new stuff from the Lord of Ruin
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: @Darth Phyrrus
Post: 1

Nomkneer was on a sith assasin ship on the outer rim of the planet Lialic, he normally would never set foot upon this place but this time he had a reason otherwise. Lord Phyrrus was giving training in mental abilities and such, this was a great opportunity for him to be able to strengthen his mind and level his insanity down. Going through the Atmosphere he would rush in adrenaline at the thought of the mighty Lord Phyrrus giving lessons... that is something the kaleesh will never miss, acquiring new skills and abilities is a mark of progression and he would not be left behind.


"Land the ship in the capital of Lialic, i have someone special there i need to meet"

He ordered his pilot slave as he focused his eyes to see the location of the hotel, he doesn't know how to fly ships but that never bothered him, those are skills he will not need much for the kaleesh doesn't like to be in space too much, he prefers the good old land and a good old fight. Hovering over the capital of Lialic he saw a tall building, fancy enough to look like the hotel Phyrrus was located he jumped down from the ship and landed safely using his knees to bounce off the fall. Entering the location Nomkneer looked at the reception desk and ask the lady inside.

"Is this the Lialic hotel?", "why yes"

And with a simple yes he went inside looking for Phyrrus, he sensed a few readings of force energy, they couldn't be Phyrrus, he would not let his force energy leak in such terrible way announcing his presence, those were the acolytes that like him were going to take the training.

"Well it seems im on the right path"

Slowly walking desperately finding Lord Phyrrus, there were long pathways with beautiful decor, rustic paintings with rough design using the color green as the main focus, looking at the inside of this hotel was soothing for some reason, it seemed like a good place for some mental training. Nomkneer looking to the walls and the decorations of the hotel, he didn't notice for a second when the doors opened in the end of the pathway, when he looked forward he saw the wide spread open doors.

"Send in the Acolytes"

The kaleesh heard this clearly apart from everything else, he had enhanced hearing but depends on the concentration he has at the moment. Rushing forward towards the doors he finally reached them, he took a quick look and he saw Phyrrus standing with his cloak on hidden from all light, dimming in darkness as he waited for the acolytes who were daring enough to take a lesson from the great Lord of Ruin.

"Lord Phyrrus i have come for my lesson"

He took a bow stance and stood back up waiting for the rest of the acolytes to join him so the training would start, tardiness is something that the kaleesh despises but in this situation the excitement for the training could not be ruined by something like this. Nomkneer stood with his two lightsabers and his usual bandana with his cape overflowing his body with shadows, he didn't like the creepy style of the cloak, but he respected it, the darkness is something that once your are consumed to such point, everything you do must be surrounded by it.


@Lord Phyrrus

 

[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: 1

Erebos had arrived in his armor though he didn't bring his helmet which he was beginning to be identified as that very helmet he usually wore. There would only be one who would recognize him without it, Nomkneer his own apprentice among the lot of acolytes that had gathered. With the hood over his head only his white hair that spilled from the opening of the hood and down his upper chest was really visible as he kept his head down wards while he sat in a meditative posture while they waited for Phyrrus to finish his preparations. He had arrived on one of the cruisers that now orbited Lialic and had taken a shuttle so as not to arrive on his own ship.
When the call came to let in the acolytes he simply stood up and entered the room, no need for any greetings besides the deferential bow he gave Phyrrus when he entered the room. Once that was over with he moved a little to the side of the acolytes, his armor was made to disguise himself as a smiple untrained acolyte when peered at through force sight or sens and that is how he liked it, the ability to move into enemy territory and be underestimated by his foes thinking he was merely an acolyte.

 

[Armand Temi]

[2/20]
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"]

Bellatrix had traveled along with Darth Pyrrhus on his ship to Lialic, but it was an uneventful journey for the most part. The young, half-Chiss slave spent most of the trip pondering the differences between her old post on Csilla, working as servant for House Chaf, to her place now on Glee Anselm, training as an Acolyte for the Togruta. I should not have taken it for granted, she thought, because she had grown accustomed to her easy life there. She had a regular source of spice, and her duties had not been that difficult. But she was now re-starting her life as a Sith, and for some reason, she was almost less prepared for it now than when she served under Darth Pyrrhus’s command before.

As she entered the hotel conference room and took her place with the rest of the Acolytes, she mused that it was likely she would receive no special treatment from the Voice of the Dark Lord for being the Acolyte that, not only trained with him, but lived with him in his underwater home. But either way, since Bellatrix's other half was Balosar, she used her racial intuition to scan her Master for his emotional state and whether it fluctuated at all when he finally noticed her presence.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[2/20]​

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="Jurs Deyi"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Nomkneer"]

While the Acolytes were being ushered in, the soldier Pyrrhus first had addressed returned with the prisoners. There were ten of them, however more were readily available. They were kept at a separate location. Should they run out, [member="Seven"] had been dutifully recruiting fresh test subjects on the streets. They would not lack appropriate resources. That was all these people were to Pyrrhus; a resource, a means to an end. They had been too weak to be able to claim anything else.

They did not wear uniforms or anything to suggest belonging to one side or the other. They were simple civilians, and they were dressed as such. Some more stylish than others, some clearly wealthier than others. By the way they looked, it was clear that the night before had not been pleasant. Most noticeably, the shirt of one short Human male was drenched heavily in blood that was now dry. He was seemingly without injury, suggesting that it had not belonged to him. In fact, they all seemed without injury, save for a few bruises on the faces of some. Their eyes were riddled with fear, abandon and even denial. What they all had in common however, was that same unclean scent. One man had visibly urinated himself, which only added to the fumes now filling the once so clean, almost sterile room.

None of them had been granted sleep. They had been broken down to become more suitable test subjects. To completely dominate another's mind was no simple task, and these were mostly Acolytes. Pyrrhus expected their experience in this to be lacking. And so these test subjects had been properly worn down, to provide a more appropriate difficulty level. They all lined up in front of the stage, facing the Acolytes. As ordered by the soldier, they all knelt. No binds restricted their hands, no chains bound their necks. They were essentially free to move as they pleased - only their present company was too terrifying for them to dare any uninstructed movement.

Pyrrhus had turned as the wave of Acolytes entered into the room. He looked over them all as they approached. Though a few were familiar to him, most were new faces. He gave a nod to no one in particular, but rather the group on a whole. They all approached him with bows or other similar gestures of respect. All but one. It was to be expected, and had it been anyone but [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] he might have even commented on the matter. He was more likely to react to a deep bow from her with shock. His eyes landed on her, followed by the feeling of Pyrrhus imposing his presence on her head-space as his voice entered the half-Chiss' mind 'Now that is manners... he said, his eyes trailing a path to the kneeling [member="Froste"]. 'You could learn a thing or two from him'. it was not a reprimande. In fact, he sounded amused - joking about something that didn't really matter to him at all.

Again his focus turned to the small crowd of Sith hopeful in front of him. "You are here to increase your knowledge of the Force. To gain another tool that could end battles without ever creating the need to draw your blades" his voice was the carefree calm of an instructor of killers, who perceived no viable threats on his person in the vicinity. "To dominate the mind of another and use it as you see fit - Mentalism." he paused briefly, before moving on. "There are minds you cannot make a suggestion to, let alone command. But most of the Galaxy is weak. Most of the Galaxy will never even know you rummaged through their heads in the first place. You can make them tell you their secrets. You can make them do your bidding." the possibilities were endless. It was truly a powerful tool in the arsenal of any Sith.

"You will each pick a target. You will each find your way into the minds of your victims. Now" Pyrrhus offered no suggestions as to how they ought to do it, nor did he say what to do once they got there. He would monitor the situation and offer advice and further instructions as the lesson went on, tailored to the pace of the student. Some imagined the process of unlocking the key to someone's mind as water sliding across the scalp and slipping into the cracks it found, other a needle slowly stabbing inwards towards the core. Some needed no imagined visual aid at all. He would not put the method in their minds, but rather allow them to discover what worked for them best. The ways practitioners utilized the Force differed.

The Togruta Lord stepped to the side, allowing them to step forwards in front of their marks and start their task. He saw no point in delaying.

 

[Rys'sya]

Objective: Learning Mentalism
Location: Hotel in Capital
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | Other Sith
Post: [2/20]


The acolyte stepped forward when the command was given, approaching a wealthy looking humanoid. She personally had no idea he was 'wealthy', just that he was broken. She could see it through the Force. His spirit, his mind, and to a lesser extent his body, were all broken. Shattered. Significantly less than they used to be. She knew, relatively speaking, that breaking into this ones mind, bending him to her will, would be a simple enough feat.

The problem lay in execution. She was gifted, yes. Her race typically was, but as an individual, she was quite adept at grasping the varied ways of the Force. Telekinesis was simple. Sensing through the Force was even easier, given her races natural aptitude. So, it stood to reason, that it would take little, to no effort, for the Miralukan to take to Mentalism.

Now, to put that theory to action. She knew that great prestige came with great accomplishments. Great gains would be had, outside of this 'classroom', if she were to accomplish this task with relative ease. Though, conversely, greater expectation as well would fall upon her. But pride, the pride that only a Sith could possess, demanded excellence out of herself. So, excellence is what she would strive for and obtain.

Viewing the man's aura, Rys'sya reached through the Force. His aura seemed a dull, muted yellow, to her own perception. The Lord of Ruin's a deep, brooding crimson, with terrible swaths of ink-black throughout. Her own, a dark, almost magenta hue, she'd notice was reaching, probing, and prodding the mans aura. Seeking. Searching. And ultimately finding a soft spot. There was an region of his aura that was semi-permeable. It was through there that a small sliver of her own aura pierced through.

She'd let that tendril of magenta sliver into the yellow, as the man before her gave a shuddering gasp. "Shhhh..... Easy.... It hurts more when you struggle...." She'd say softly, soothingly. It also makes my job more difficult, however slight, as well.... the acolyte thought to herself as well. Worming the tendril about, she learned various details about the man. His wife, and children, both dead. They were killed before his eyes. A potential waste, to the acolytes reasoning, but it was not her decision to make. She learned many mundane facts about the man. His interests in holosports. His menial job managing investments for rich investors, which made for his lavish lifestyle. Even how he took is caf.

But, while learning all these little tidbits of useless information, she planted nodes of her own aura, little access points of her power. After planting the last one, she'd connect them, encasing the mans mind. Had he not been so thoroughly broken, she'd not have accomplished such a task so swiftly, with so little effort, on her first attempt. If one can imagine it, and had a connection strong enough, almost anything was possible with the Force. She'd will her puppet to stand, long enough to turn to face Darth Pyrrhus, and kneel once more, facing the Lord of Pain across the room. The puppet's eyes were downcast, as a soft smile cut across the acolytes lips. The man, the puppet, spoke. "It is done, my Lord."

 

[Froste]

Objective: Learn from Darth Pyrrhus
Location: Hotel in the capital
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Garivald"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Jurs Deyi"] | Other Sith
Post:[2/20]

Cole Tymon stayed on his knee as the Sith Lord spoke. He spoke of why this group had gathered, what they were going to do. To use the words of Darth Pyrrhus, Cole and his fellow Acolytes were going to dominate the minds of the prisoners before them. To dominate their minds... It sounds as if an exceptional amount of focus will be required of me today. Cole could not help but look forward to this. He was going to learn something completely new today, something that will make him stronger than ever before. The Darth made a statement on how most of the galaxy is weak minded, and Cole had to stifle a chuckle. Through the weak minded beings of the galaxy will be how he learns to become stronger, and Cole loved the beauty in that.

The Sith Lord finished speaking, and ordered the Acolytes to pick their victim. Just the word victim gets me more excited for this. The more excited, the merrier. All of my attention will need to go to this, I fear. Cole stepped forward and locked eyes with one of the prisoners. Oh, it is your turn now, my friend. The man sat passively on his knees. Cole studied the man, the physical appearance of the man, anyway. His shirt had a large tear in it, with a little blood to match. The look on his face was amusing, as well. You didn't have to be a Sith to notice how frightened this one is. Good, perhaps it'll be easy. Cole watched the man for a moment longer, then smirked at him before shutting his eyes. Cole felt the shudder of fear in the man, caused by the simple smirk he had given him.

Cole directed his attention solely to seeing, feeling with his eyes shut. Much to his surprise, he seemed able. First, he felt his own energy through the force. However, it was not himself that he should be focused on. Cole could sense his sniveling victim's fear, and where it was. I had best start there. Cole assumed. He began to center his attention on the fear again, then he tried to reach out, with some sinister hand. The dark hand in his mind grew closer to the foul-smelling fear, and the fear seemed to only expand its stench. Without hesitation, Cole used his newly acquired hand to prod the aura of fear. Cole could now feel the man's confusion, and discomfort, and resistance, as the dark hand felt the victim's mind. A little resistance will hurt. Cole thought to himself, as he continued to feel around in the cesspit of fear and confusion. One of his ghastly fingers was seeming to make progress, and Cole began to learn. He saw fuzzy images of recent occurrences. His victim's perception during the beginning of the war on the planet, him being split from his parents, and eventually leading up to his current imprisonment. Cole began to feel pride for himself, when he stepped foot on this planet he never would have expected to do this, of all things. In doing this, however, Cole lost his cold grip on the man. With pride being replaced with disappointment, Cole forced his eyes open. First, he noticed his man slump over. The initial venture had seemed strenuous on the man. Perhaps that means the second time through will be even easier. I long to make him do my bidding. That would be the icing on the cake. Suddenly, one of the other prisoners rose to his feet, spun a bit, and got back on his knees. The other prisoner spoke, "It is done, my lord." So, one of the Acolytes had been able to control the weakling. Well, that just means I'll have to try harder. Cole turned his attention back to his victim.

 

[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"]

Bellatrix wrinkled her nose at all of the bowing, kneeling and fawning over Darth Pyrrhus. If they knew what it was like to live with him, they may not be so quick to place themselves so willingly at his feet. The half-Chiss had been thrown to the floor more times than she cared to imagine for very minor infractions or stupid, spice-addled mistakes. But of course, he enjoyed the admiration from his Acolytes just the same as indicated by placing his baritone voice into her head with a snide remark. But Bella knew better than to test her Master while he was in a room full of students. Pushing the boundaries of what she could get away with was left to moments alone with the imposing Togruta.

The test subjects were a sorry bunch of humans who looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but standing bewildered in a room full of Sith at various training levels. Bellatrix avoided the men adorned with blood and other bodily fluids. She focused on a non-descript human, middle-class with somewhat dead eyes. Being a former dancer in a seedy Balosar club in her teenage years, she understood how to manipulate patrons with eye contact and certain subtle, body motions. Could these mental maneuvers be that much different?

Concentrating with the Force, she slid her energy around the human's mind as though she were performing a choreographed dance. Slowly at first ,and then quicker, she began scanning its porous surface, searching for a way in. Suddenly, she penetrated, and it was a little unnerving. Again as a dancer, she never had to hear the thoughts of those who stared at her. If she had she probably would have run from the stage in shame and disgust. It felt very intrusive to ramble around the test subjects thoughts as though she were rummaging through a drawer. Quickly, Bella. Get in and get out, she thought. She commanded the man to strike the civilian next to him with an open palm. Of course, the fellow civilian reacted with outrage, holding his face in horror.

And then she withdrew from her subject's mind. The mental invasion was not satisfying nor was it terrifying either. It helped to think of it as a clinical task, another weapon to help her manipulate and survive. Eventually Bellatrix would want more from her life, perhaps growing so complacent that she would long for rich satins or luxury goods to adorn her bedroom. But currently, the alien hybrid was always a handful of death sticks away from being back to slavery, that Bella tried not to take anything for granted.