Faction Malsheem Mayhem

[Darth Fatalia]

Darth Carnifex & Darth Prazutis Approved

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TAG: Archlord Dryas
Darth Strosius
Darth Carnifex
Darth Prazutis

At last the time had come.. The Malsheem, the cradle of Carnifex power was to be subjected to The Inquisition. Too long had the secrets been left not gleaned, and now The Twi’lek would finally get her hands on the forbidden fruits therein…

The Malsheem was more of orbiting space station than a proper ship, its haul covered in advanced shielding. It was peppered with anti-star fighter cannons and
defense turrents, not to mention Kainite sqaudrons.

Fatalia arrived in The Interrogator with a cloaking device engaged. She on the bridge saw the Great Crosigur of Carnifex Rule, the massive vessel was imposing, a reflection of its Masters.

She waited for the ping of Archlord Dryas to signal his arrival. This was to be a joint venture of Two Inquisitors taking on the Kainite. They had met recently in the presence of Lord Inquisitor Darth Strosius and now were bent on this bold action. The Red Twi’lek had a code, stolen from a Kainite Agent she had gotten to talk. That would be their door, unless the code did not check out, then they would need a Plan B. Making an assault on the Malsheem would be suicide, so the obvious second option was surrender and hope to be taken aboard by tractor beam. She had received confirmation Lord Carnifex was not aboard, though that could be dated intel, that slippery Sith was known to appear anywhere, and for that reason they should be cautious. Worse, Lord Darth Prazutis might be aboard, his methods being renowned to rival The Inquisition as he broke individuals like Koja Nuts and left their minds like the milk extracted from them.

There was no doubt that this mission was a great risk, but as the adage goes, “those who risk, win.”

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Malsheem
Attire: Training Outfit
Objective: Train
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Darth Fatalia

Sweat poured in tiny rivulets from the pores of Quintessa’s alabaster skin as she kicked into a fresh sprint with renewed vigor—her fifth such sprint within the last twenty minutes. With each one she covered a distance of a little more than 3 miles while running at speeds in excess of 1000 kilometers per hour. Such exercises not only served to train her speed, but also her cardiovascular endurance, thereby building her strength so that she could run and fight for longer. An exercise of this nature would have normally been impossible to perform on the Malsheem (due to the fact that Quintessa could cover five miles in less than 20 seconds). However, the massive, condensed-matter composite-constructed treadmill at her feet made it possible. Built specifically to train speedsters, the design could easily absorb the forces that Quintessa produced while sprinting. She was grateful to have the machine here, otherwise she would have been forced to resort to training in salt flats, abandoned vehicle highways, or deserts.

It went without saying that this option was far more convenient.

And so, as Quintessa accelerated up towards her top speed, the dark side empowered her body with each foot strike. In doing so, the short-statured speedster tapped into her fonts of emotion—fear of Eternal Father’s holy wrath, hatred for His unholy enemies, love for His powerful, divine form, and disgust at the innumerable heretics who sought to challenge His all-Eclipsing will. Such thoughts gave her a second wind as she pushed through the last mile of the sprint, her legs a blurred, aching whirl that kicked with blistering speed. She gave one more kick at the 800 meters, before finally slowing down as soon as the treadmill beeped to indicate the completion of the sprint and the beginning of the next stage of her workout.

Recovery.

That meant a casual jog done at close to 150 kilometers per hour. A breezy pace by the standards of an elite speedster.

 

[Archlord Dryas]

Darth Fatalia Quintessa Darth Prazutis Darth Carnifex

A rip in normal space tore open, and from Otherspace came Dryas' meditation sphere. It was extremely old, and suffering from advanced age, and wear, much like its owner. The vessel had its own form of stealth, encouraging sensors and eyes not to notice it. It was also more than capable of bending light and other waveforms around itself.

One with its pilot, the sphere came in close to the cloaked but still noticeable ship, The Interrogator. Rather than reach out with the Force, or with the communications, either of which might give the game away too early, Dryas had the sphere bang on the hull, with the blink code for the Inquisitorial "I". Fatalia would know he was here.

Then they could get on with their fairly terrible plan which almost certainly wouldn't work. But they were Inquisitors, they had a duty, and they had to try. The massive Malsheem loomed before the two inquisitors, ready to repel them and resist their inquiries. Fatalia would lead the way inside, and Dryas would do what he could.

 

[Darth Fatalia]

TAG: Darth Carnifex
Darth Prazutis
Quintessa
Darth Strosius

Fatalia felt the arrival of The Brain, a nickname she had given to her fellow Inquisitor for his head looked like exposed brains and that he was the brain of the operations, she was simply the sex appeal. She sent a private ping across a back channel to @Archlord Dryas’s vessel, and then she prepared the stolen Kainite Code which she uploaded via a data pad to her computer systems to broadcast.

If everything went well, then the shielding would drop and they could approach. If it went ill she would have to figure out a way fo ensure they did not get deep fried. She realized that de-cloaking was the only way to establish some cred to her broadcast and so she exposed her craft, and sent the code. It made some beeps and noises as it was sent to The Malsheem. The question was would the code work? To be this close to the seat of Carnifex’s power it was euphoric, ahe felt herself sweating, drops descending her lekku of swirling red and black. Her eyes fixed on Massive Station, when a squadron of fighters began to circle back. This was it, they would either take the bait or blow her out of the sky…

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Within the Malsheem was a labyrinth of offices and technical centers, where information was fed through the innumerable sensor nodes that lined the station's outer hull. Many who worked within these data centers were cybernetically augmented, reduced to components that were essentially hardwired into the machinery they operated. The line between flesh and metal became blurred relatively easily, with some minds becoming completely incorporated into the machinery around them; immovable.

The most rudimentary implants were given to higher ranking technicians, those who were expected to oversee those more tightly integrated than themselves. Essential cranial and optical implants were the standard, enhancing their processing and analytical skills to be on par with lower-end machines. They patrolled an elevated walkway above the main data pits, tuning into the various frequencies and data streams which rolled through their respective centers.

One of these officers was alerted to a strange phenomenon somewhere out beyond the Malsheem's perimeter. While nothing was being captured on the standard sensor range, there was a disturbance of faint electromagnetism that was being picked up by the more delicately tuned sensor nodes. A preliminary scan of the affected area detected very minute inertial decay, which could indicate the passage of a ship. But then again, even space dust could produce such levels of decay if enough was clumped together.

Then a ship appeared on their scopes, having just de-cloaked within the perimeter. Immediately, the scanners began to comb over the vessel, with data pinging back regarding the ship's dimensions, it's composition, the type of fuel detected in the ion exhaust. Logical processors determined that this ship had been the one detected prior to it's de-cloaking, although it had not been logged in their databank of known vessels. It was also broadcasting clearance codes, ones that were no longer compliant with the Malsheem's bio-hexaencrypted and hourly scrambled codes.

Protocol required the officer to report the breach of conduct and to either apprehend or obliterate the offending vessel, and he was about to relay orders to do just that. However, a new string of code slipped into his awareness, and he froze. His orders were being countermanded, before they could even be given, and there were few who could achieve such a feat. The Masters had made their intentions known, and there was no means of acting against their wishes.

So, despite the codes being outdated, they were given the green-light to land in a designated hangar on the outer hull. A squadron of fighters converged to flank the vessel as it was relayed an acceptable flight path, only peeling away once they'd passed through the magnetic field around the station. Already a section of Kainate troopers had assembled on the flight deck, arrayed into four columns of five soldiers each. At their head was a robed figure, their face obscured by a hammered aurodium mask imbued with the visage of a leering grin. In their right hand was a tall staff, capped by a gemstone that shone the color of blood.

From it wafted a long black banner, the crest of the Kainate emblazoned upon it in deepest red. A string of ur-Kittat glyphs was strung out along it's length. It read, 'Through Suffering, Wisdom. Through Wisdom, Suffering.' The figure watched silently as the Inquisitor disembarked from their vessel. When they spoke, they spoke in a multitude of languages simultaneously, though the language the Inquisitor most understood cut through the others clearer.

"My Master sends His regard, for He could not yet join thee. Other matters He need attend to, but He has sent me ahead in anticipation of your coming." They gestured to the gateway behind them, "He bids thee welcome."

Darth Fatalia | Archlord Dryas | Quintessa ​

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Malsheem
Objective: Recover and Prepare
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Darth Fatalia Darth Carnifex Archlord Dryas

The personal attention of her God and now, Master, was a strange sort of recovery. However, by the time He had finished with her, Quintessa was even more rejuvenated and clean than she might have felt after an ice bath or a massage. While the sweet, aching soreness in her legs still lingered, there was plenty of strength in them, which Quintessa had learned that she might soon need, given the events transpiring in one of the outer hangars.

It also helped that on top of her God’s attention, an ice bath had been prepared for her, as well.

And so, as the chilly touch of the icy water embraced her alabaster skin, Quintessa gave a soft breath as the muscles in her body were suddenly relieved of any remaining tension. Sinking deeper into the bath, Quintessa allowed herself a moment of relish, enjoying one of the many creature comforts that came with being a concubine of the Eternal Father.

And there He stood, right before the bath, not directly watching, yet no doubt aware of His diminutive paramour as she made herself comfortable in the water.

“What could these heretics possibly be thinking?” Quintessa mused as she covered her shoulders with both hands. “They’re all obsessed with the Malsheem.” She continued. Even Darth Malum of House Marr , who she admired in spite of their previous conflict, had once sought the worldcraft's location from her during their duel on the Crimson Eternity. At the very least, the tiny Asa’nyx was happy that he had matured since then and was no longer one to engage in such ill-conceived plans.

However, it still seemed that his brother, Darth Strosius had yet to grow out of such petulant outbursts. And yet, Strosius was not apparently present among the would-be infiltrators.

“I hope that these infiltrators are at least worth the time.” Quintessa grumbled, before briefly submerging herself within the icy water.

 

[Darth Fatalia]

TAG: Darth Carnifex
Darth Prazutis
Quintessa
Darth Strosius

To Fatalia’s pleasant surprise the code went through and a sqaudron of Fighters went ahead of her into the hangar.

“Here goes nothing..” Said the Red Twi’lek as her ship followed.


The Scrimtar class pentrated the Great Globe like a knife to an orange, it entered the hangar where an assembly of Troopers stood at attention. This was unsettling, they were in parade formation as if she was expected. That could me… no that was impossible.. the Intel said.. damn the intell.. she had to be very shrewd.

The Infiltrator with its elogated nose landed and the ramp descended with the usual steam. She sat in her pilot chair a moment in her thick black robe. Her arms crossed as she considered what course of action to take. Archlord Dryas no doubt saw the shields drop if he was out there and soon she hoped The Brain would be here to help. Or she was on her own.. which meant she had entered The Belly of the Malsheem alone..

Delaying no longer, The Inquisitoress stood up and took heavy steps to the ramp, there was not a sound, which was eerie. She began he arrival into the hangar on those black leather stiletto boots, which clanged on the black metal ramp as she theb made her way on to the hangar floor. All about were motionless troopers who seemed like statues, as if waiting for something. She continued to walk slowly, sensing the slightest movement, and there was nothing, not even a heart beat. Was this some form of stasis or sorcery? Had she entered a holoroom? The questions filled the mind of The Inquisitor, who was now considering that maybe the action of coming was a grave mistake…