Faction Victoriam [Empire of the Lost / Order of the Sith Lords]

[Alicia Drey]

Victoriam

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"To we who dwell in the Force, normal life is little more than pretense. Our only actions of significance are those we undertake in service to the dark side."
-- Darth Tenebrous.

Tags: Uriel Rykard Cain Sevu The Voice of the Lost
Location: Stygeon Prime, Prison Colony, Empire of the Lost

Objective:

The New Imperial Security Bureau is holding prisoner Cain Sevu in a prison colony on Stygeon Prime after a series of murders in Lianna City. For the Sith only through victory will Sevu's chains be broken, but for the Empire justice must be brought to those who threaten the order that the Imperials have brought to the new Imperium. Free Sevu from the prison colony that she being held in, or stop those who threaten to free the murderer from her chains.

~

The holographic image of a Sith Lord manifested itself on the projector that suspended her miniature frame before Uriel Rykard . Face obscured by the cowl of her robe, save for the strands of long blonde hair that hung beneath the hem of the hood, Darth Ayra spoke to her follower.

"Uriel Rykard. The time has come. Our first move is on Stygeon Prime. A Force-strong female of potential to our cause finds herself imprisoned in a prison colony by the New Imperial Security Bureau. They are not expecting you. Codes have been manufactured to obscure your approach. Use them to land and then begin your assault on the facility. When it is done and Sevu has been freed bring her to the Obredaan system where I will be expecting you."

As part of the transmission Ayra had sent to Uriel were transmission codes belonging to the Empire of the Lost. As an operative in the New Imperial Security Bureau Ayra had the means and capabilities of creating these codes that would allow Uriel to bypass patrols that were customary in the system when an unidentified vessel was on approach. As part of her preparations for the assault Ayra masked the creation of these codes to mask her complicity in the prison break. Furthermore, as part of her plan to help Uriel complete his objective, and free Cain Sevu from Imperial custody, Darth Ayra had redirected the Victory-class Star Destroyer known as the Prosecutor away from the Stygeon system to deal with piracy in the Vjun system.

The path to reaching Stygeon Prime was open to Uriel, and despite all that Ayra had done to elevate the difficulty that he was set to face on his mission, the prison colony still had a company of Stormtroopers, TIE fighters and other military hardware that would prove to be a difficult obstacle for Uriel to overcome as he went about bringing freedom to the captive Cain.

Back on Lianna, Capital to the Empire of the Lost, Darth Ayra ended her transmission to Uriel. Shutting down the holographic projector in her palm and setting it aside on a nearby table, Ayra turned to stand on the balcony that overlooked Lianna City. Just mere weeks ago Cain Sevu had been running around the streets of the city, murdering innocent civilians to sustain her unsatietied appetite, and now someone who was supposed to be in a position to protect them from the likes of Sevu had now set into motion a plan to free and bring her into Ayra's service.

The machinations of the NISB were of interest to the Sith, but in this particular case they were not aligned. Darth Ayra needed killers in the network she was building up to topple the multitude enemies she had across the Galaxy which meant that she had now entered a conspiracy to betray the Empire for the first time, and it would not be for the last time neither. But, despite Sevu being a worthy asset to join that network, Ayra wasn't going to risk herself to free her from the colony that was keeping her prison. She had done well to infiltrate the Empire as Alicia Drey and not even someone like Sevu would be worth jeopardizing the position that she now had with the Imperials here on Lianna.

That was where Uriel Rykard came in. He was man that Ayra had defeated and broken on Najaka only to see him brought into the fold as one of her first recruits. A potential candidate for apprenticeship in the Rule of Two, freeing Cain Sevu from this colony was a test to see if Uriel was worthy of entering such a dichotomy with her. In the best case scenario Uriel would succeed in freeing Cain and so another recruit would be brought into the fold while, simultaneously, proving to his Master that he was worthy of learning everything that Darth Ayra knew about the dark side of the Force.

At worse Uriel would fail and the likely outcome would be that both he and Sevu would die in the attempted escape. Either way Darth Ayra, with her powers in the dark side, stood in the shadows out of the prying eyes of the Empire, waiting to see what would happen on Stygeon Prime in the heart of the Empire, away from the chaos that was about to begin.

 

[Cain Sevu]

Cain was starving.

Days had passed since Ayra's last visit and the girl's resolve was slowly starting to wane along with her body. At this point her prison garb pretty much swallowed her up, hanging from her boney frame like a spool of moth-eaten drapery. She looked much too small to be a threat. Much too young. Of course, anyone who spent any amount of time around her would quickly learn looks could be deceiving. Soon after Ayra's little courtesy call, Cain had earned the delightful addition of a force suppressant collar to keep her from ripping off the arms of any guard with a five-foot radius. It had done very little to quell the tempest still raging inside.

Ayra had promised her freedom, and yet here she was in the same place, rotting. No one could accuse her of having a firm grasp on time, but she hardly believed it was just her imagination that it seemed to stretch on forever.

Devolved into some semi-conscious state and ready to maul whatever lifeform came hesitantly peeking through her cell next, the girl simply stared ahead, eyes dead and searching. Cain had made a deal with the devil incarnate, and now she could only wait for Ayra's promise to be delivered on.

Or die. Whichever came first.

Alicia Drey Uriel Rykard The Voice of the Lost

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Prison Colony - Stygeon Prime
Call Sign: Rominaria Seven
Tag: Alicia Drey Cain Sevu

“This is not good enough.” Ivixa said to the hulking Dowutin warden as he led her on a tour through the prison’s housing complex. “Three escape attempts, two riots, and eight fights within four months inside a prison that is expected to contain some of the most dangerous criminals in the Empire.” The Asa’nyx continued as she passed by another cell, one which contained a particularly feral Sithspawn known for consuming people. “The Empire expects better.” The short-statured Agent continued, her high-pitched, piping voice carrying a tone of strictness that seemed to visibly unsettle the warden.

“Yes, Staff Agent, of course.” The Dowutin answered, trying to make his deep voice as acquiescent as possible. “It is just that…”

“What are the resources that you require, so that this prison might perform its function more efficiently, warden?” Ivixa cut in.

There was a brief, yet weighty pause as the broad-shouldered Dowutin considered his answer.

“Work.” The warden began. “We need some kind of mechanism to keep the prisoners busy. Something that pits them against one another.” He suggested. “The ancient Imperials had a method. A system of prison factories where convicts were used as labor to produce machinery and parts. They arranged the prisoners in work teams that competed for benefits based on productivity metrics. If I had something like that here, it would be much easier to keep order. This planet is a good prison world, because few escapees have the ability to survive after they get out. Unfortunately, they’ll keep making attempts so long as they have pent-up energy.” The Dowutin explained. “I’ve tried to do what I can, by employing prisoners as janitors, cleaners, cooks, and whatnot. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough work to go around.”

“A prison factory. I know what you speak of.” Ivixa mused, briefly considering the warden’s words. “It would be a steep investment, but with the potential to benefit the Empire later on.” She stated. “We could conscript the prisoners into constructing it, but that isn’t not the kind of labor I would trust them with. They might just build a means to escape into the factory itself.” The short-statured Asa’nyx sighed.

“That said, I want you to write that idea up as a proposal to the Sector Commander. I will look it over and endorse it for you. Hopefully then, we might bring this matter to the attention of the Moff Council.” Ivixa directed. “In the meantime, keep the prisoners working, even on tasks that are pointless like shoveling snow or buffing out scratches. Make it clear that they have to work, in order to eat.” The Asa’nyx finished.

“Yes, ma’am. I will have a proposal transmitted to you within the week.”

“See to it, warden. Now, take me outside. There is something I want to see.”

“Of course.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating

 

[Uriel Rykard]

Tags: Alicia Drey , Cain Sevu , Ivixa Nera'kas

He was bare again, face uncovered, clad in the regalia of an Imperial Officer assigned to an arm of the Empire’s intelligence apparatus. Uriel felt vulnerable without his armor and attire, almost naked. without the weight of the blade-bearing bandolier across his chest, or the feel of his assembled saber on his hip, Uriel was hardly himself. Yet this was what was required of him, this was what he had been tasked with.

Slipping into a uniform once again, remembering the proper steps and cadences, had taken alarmingly little effort. Uriel had made himself look the part, and when the ship carrying him set down on the Prison’s landing pad, he acted the part too. Holding himself with an almost arrogant posture, the disguised acolyte walked down the ramp of the ship to greet the officer who had come out to meet him.

“I’ll be seeing one of your prisoners, bureau business.” He informed the man matter-of-factly, briskly walking past the officer after forwarding him an expertly forged authorization document. In the force, he reached out, searching for his quarry and found a writhing storm of chaos deep within the prison’s bowels. This wouldn’t be easy.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

STYGEON PRIME - PRISON FACILITY

​

"Lord Mecetti, you are cleared to land on pad C."

Stygeon Prime.

A backwater winter wasteland. It was a world where few living things could survive. The perfect place for the Empire to put its trash.

So why was Maldor here?

Well, he hadn't been arrested, thankfully. But one might suggest he had been put in prison, regardless.

Senior members of the Imperial leadership had made hints that he might be given command of an Imperial Sector. That had delighted him. It had been his long-held aspiration ever since defecting to the Empire, to become an Imperial Moff.

But they'd also implied that he might be saddled with the Nuiri Sector... hardly the most coveted span of Imperial space. They'd even suggested he conduct an inspection tour of the systems there, in preparation for 'future administrative action.'

Unless his fortunes changed, it seemed he would soon be in charge of the Empire's trash.

He had to figure out a way to make the most of it.

His Executive Shuttle set down upon Landing Pad C, as instructed. The droid pilot he'd brought on this inspection tour was competent enough. Certainly moreso than Maldor, who only had basic training in flight operations. Anyway, nothing bad would happen here requiring more competence than was at hand.

No one escaped from this prison facility.

There was nowhere for anyone to go.

And certainly no one would struggle to wrest Stygeon Prime from the Empire. This was the last planet that would feel the fires of conflict.

No... this frigid hell was probably the safest place in the entire Galaxy.

Disembarking from the shuttle after it set down, he felt the biting cold of the planet's energetic winds. They cut through his robes as though he was nude. Against his will, he shivered, and rushed down the walkway to the facility proper. The staff hadn't even deigned to come out and meet him.

Inside, he found the Assistant Prison Warden waiting for him.

"Could the Warden not be bothered," Maldor asked as soon as the doors closed behind him.

The Assistant Warden- a fat and greasy faced man- bowed slightly in apology. "I'm sorry, my Lord. The Imperial Security Bureau elected to conduct an inspection at the same time as your own."

Maldor paused. Hmm.... he'd probably have favored the NISB, as well. No one had declared Maldor to be an Imperial Moff, yet. For all intents and purposes, he was just a VIP in the Emperor's favor.

"Very well. Show me this facility of yours, Assistant Warden Beccan."

It was hard to tell whether the man was pleased or dismayed that his name was known before he'd been able to introduce himself properly. When someone important studied up on you, it had equal chances to be weal or woe in the Empire.

"Certainly. Right this way..."

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Inventory
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'Zephyr' Tango Class Executive Shuttle
V8 Series Pilot Droid
Sith Lightfoil
Ginntho silk clothes and cape


Alicia Drey , Cain Sevu , Ivixa Nera'kas Uriel Rykard

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Maldor Mecetti Uriel Rykard Ivixa Nera'kas Cain Sevu
Location: Lianna, Lianna City

The security feeds of the Stygeon Prime colony were on display to Darth Ayra as she sat reclined in a seat in the heart of the Empire of the Lost. After she had finished her 'interrogation' of Cain Sevu, Ayra had sliced the security cameras that lined the colony in anticipation of her next move. To prepare for foreseeable outcomes, such as Uriel failing his mission, or the NISB discovering that someone with security clearance had, potentially, played a part in Sevu's escape, Ayra had set up shop in an old, abandoned facility on the outskirts of Lianna City where Santhe-Sienar had once manufactured their weapons. The old logos of the company still lined some of the ramparts or walls.

Although Ayra was powerful in the dark side, she knew that she inhabited an ethereal plain of existence, and that the unexpected could happen. It was possible, in spite of the numerous steps she had taken to cover her tracks, that a good NISB operative would discover the slice into the colony's security feeds and trace it back to Lianna. By the time they discovered the leak Ayra planned to be long gone from the area, with the intention to leave in her wake the destroyed terminals that were feeding her live footage from the prison colony.

First Ayra had traced the tour of Ivixa and the warden. Not recognising the woman Ayra took the time to take a picture of her and then ran her name through the NISB database to discover that she was Ivixa Nera'kas, a staff agent in the organisation. Noting her name and face Ayra moved on from the tour when a new ship arrived at the facility. Following Uriel as he made his way into the facility Ayra could not help but smile at the man's audacity and cunning.

She had expected him to go through with a frontal assault, but Uriel had surprised her by using a more covert approach by impersonating a NISB agent himself. Had her words inspired him to use the more subtle arts of the dark side? As her follower made their way into the facility to finish their task another ship arrived at the colony, and unexpectedly Maldor Mecetti emerged from the ship. Ayra leaned forward in her seat suddenly disturbed by this revelation.

"What are you doing here?" Ayra asked herself quietly.

 

[Cain Sevu]

With her knees hugged to her collar bone Cain stared vacantly at the chains looping her wrist ultimately grabbing a link and rolling it between two fingers. It was a simple, repetitive motion, one to ground her to the cold, hostile cell around her. She needed to keep alert no matter how determined her eyelids were to close.

Sure, Ayra had been vague about her plans, but Cain wasn't one to retract her claws from speculative promises. She wouldn't bite the hand that fed her, but she sure as hell wouldn't let it slip away from reach. Ayra needed her to kill? She'd kill.

But that would all be much easier from outside a cell.

Her ritual came to a sudden halt as movement drifted in front of her cell. Fingers frozen mid spin, the girl blinked two beady eyes up at the barrier, watching as a blue skinned woman walked past, unbothered by the menagerie around her. She was rattling on about some bureaucratic failings, voice pitched and grating.

Frustration mounting, Cain tugged on her chains once more, still only earning a bruised wrist for her troubles.

Alicia Drey Maldor Mecetti Ivixa Nera'kas Uriel Rykard

 

[Prophet Mendacium]

Alicia Drey | Cain Sevu | Ivixa Nera'kas | Uriel Rykard | Maldor Mecetti

The Stormtrooper walked behind the warden and the ISB Agent, escorting them to ensure their safety. The Warden had a few Stormtroopers guarding him, although at this particular moment they seemed to ignore the pauldron-wearing officer-like Stormtrooper as he came to a hault in front of one of the prisoners cells. He turned and looked stared towards the woman from where he could see. He said absolutely nothing, waiting for the warden and the ISB Agent to be a fair bit more away.

"My, aren't you an interesting specimen," he sounded cocky, ignoring any response the prisoner would make. Although if she did try to speak up, he would take a hand off his blaster and hold a single index finger to the 'mouth'-like area of his helmet. After a moment, he reached to his utility belt, and plucked a Code Cylinder from it. He pushed it through what he could with enough force that it would either reach Cain, or land in front of her. It was an Imperial Code Cylinder, that could unlock her bindings, but nothing else. "Be careful now, we don't want you running off any time soon. Be a good prisoner and stay put, because if you don't, well, your absence may be a bit too early for any visitors' liking. We don't want to have to torture you for the Warden or any visitors enjoyment, do we?" And like that, he turned to walk down where the ISB agent and the Warden were walking. Eventually, he would head towards the guard control room, but he had an idea to dawdle about and slack on his duties.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Prison Colony - Stygeon Prime
Call Sign: Rominaria Seven
Tag: Alicia Drey Cain Sevu Maldor Mecetti Uriel Rykard Prophet Mendacium

"My, aren't you an interesting specimen," he sounded cocky, ignoring any response the prisoner would make. Although if she did try to speak up, he would take a hand off his blaster and hold a single index finger to the 'mouth'-like area of his helmet. After a moment, he reached to his utility belt, and plucked a Code Cylinder from it. He pushed it through what he could with enough force that it would either reach Cain, or land in front of her. It was an Imperial Code Cylinder, that could unlock her bindings, but nothing else.

Ivixa came to a sudden, unanticipated stop mere moments before she would have rounded the corner into a hallway that led out to one of the yards. On cue, the Asa’nyx’s big, ultrasensitive ears twitched with excitement as they registered the stormtrooper’s voice from a little more than 30 meters away, along with a soft chink of something small hitting the ground inside the cell of the prisoner he had stopped to speak with. Such a delay might not have otherwise drawn much attention from the short-statured Agent, but considering the fact that this particular stormtrooper had been assigned to escort her and the warden through the prison, the guard's actions bordered on dereliction.

“Warden, that trooper…” Ivixa began, before gesturing towards the stormtrooper, who was now headed in the direction of the guard control room. At her beckoning, the Dowutin came back to her side, his strong features manifesting an expression of confusion. “I caught him speaking with the prisoner that we just passed.” The short-statured Agent explained. “What is his operating number?” She asked.

“I thought I told the guards not to speak to the prisoners.” The Dowutin growled. “I apologize, Staff Agent. I will deal with this…malfeasance myself. I take full responsibility for-”

“I’m going to check on the prisoner.” Ivixa interrupted, her voice turning soft, yet serious as she rested a small, delicate hand on one of the CryoBan pistols magnetized on her ample hips. For his part, the Dowutin immediately took the cue. “I want you to keep an eye on that trooper.” She added.

“Yes, Staff Agent.”

Without further delay, Ivixa quickly made her way back to the cell, part of her attention still focused on the trooper as he headed away. Nevertheless, the tiny Asa’nyx did not waste any time. Upon arriving, she looked inside the cell, her piercing, golden-hued gaze searching for contraband and the small object that she had registered hitting the ground within the containment area.

Then, in a high-pitched, sickeningly sweet voice, Ivixa spoke.

“Prisoner 253 ( Cain Sevu ), stand on program.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

STYGEON PRIME - PRISON FACILITY
​

"Here you can see one of our twenty prisoner cafeterias, where they consume meals three times a day. This allows them to engage in socializing during consumption, which mostly avoids the development of confinement psychosis. We only experience about three prison fights per month.

Some prisoners are leaders, given white uniforms and special privileges. Their role is to keep the remainder disciplined. Leaders whose shifts have good behavior receive bonus dietary items like desserts or flavored beverages. If the shift does poorly, they are forced to consume flavorless meals.

This usually keeps them in line."

Maldor looked through the bars that separated the Assistant Warden and him from the cafeteria. What a dismal life. There would never be any question about whether he'd done the right thing to flee GA custody rather than endure this faux life for even a handful of years.

"Have you considered introducing Neuroplazine into their water supply," Maldor asked.

The Assistant Warden blinked at him, "Neuroplizine? I'm not familiar with it."

"Neuroplazine," Maldor corrected, "it's an inexpensive neural depressent that smooths out violent impulses. We use it on Obulette. It's allowed us to reduce guard staffing by fifty percent, with no prison riots."

'Us.' He still spoke as though he was a citizen of his homeworld. He'd have to adjust his mentality to conform to reality. He lived on Lianna, now. He was an Imperial citizen. Obulette would forever remain in his past, unless the Empire was remarkably successful in their territorial ambitions.

"There are some long-term impact risks to intellectual capacity if it's consumed for more than five years. But really, what do we care about prisoners held for that long? They're clearly bad citizens, or they wouldn't be here."

"Well, I'll make a note of it," the Assistant Warden said, and actually took out a datapad to make an entry.

They began to move along, approaching the various cell blocks where the prisoners were kept.

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Alicia Drey Cain Sevu Maldor Mecetti Uriel Rykard Prophet Mendacium Ivixa Nera'kas

 

[Uriel Rykard]

They didn't stop him, they didn't ask questions, Uriel flashed an NSIB badge whenever a guard or an officer got too curious and wandered over to him. He'd made it clear why he was there, and had not taken any further questions about his purpose. Which was good, Uriel wouldn't have had an answer for them other than to link together the two pieces of his saber and cut them down. There were others around though, steeped in the force, shrouded in darkness. He suppressed himself, pulled anonymity over himself like a hooded cloak, and kept on.

The prison was a cold, miserable place, the latter quality almost universally shared by all facilities of its kind, at least of the one's he'd been in. Those held in the confines of the walls were dangerous, be they ruthless insurgents or mad butchers, they all had earned the reinforced cells that held them. From what he'd sensed, his quarry had certainly done plenty to warrant the precautions. He'd have her measure soon enough though.

Passing through the halls, ignoring the clamor of the prisoners he passed, Uriel came upon the cell of one Cain Sevu , and her guests, Ivixa Nera'kas and her companions. For a moment, Uriel debated simply lashing out then and there, throwing the troopers against the cell again and again until they ceased moving, but his hands did not so much as twitch. Cold grey eyes settled over the Imperial, and the acolyte sighed.

"You." He called out to the short-statured alien. "Move along, security bureau business is more pressing than whatever torments you're planning on inflicting. Come back later, I'll leave a piece or two behind." There was a hint of smug cruelty in the words that was absent from his face, an act more than anything, cruelty was a byproduct, not a goal. Not for him anyway. Either way, he only had the one lie, if she didn't buy it, he'd move to the backup plan.

Maldor Mecetti | Prophet Mendacium | Alicia Drey ​

 

[Cain Sevu]

As the footsteps receded from her cell block, so did Cain's interest in the situation. Allowing her arms to go slack against the chains, the girl recoiled back into her spot on the floor with nothing more than a snarl.

Her patience was wearing dangerously thin. Not to mention there now seemed to be a storm trooper intent on lingering at the hood of her cell. The girl stared back at the man all while he tried to get a better view, as if she was some rare breed of tiger pacing its cage. All it took was his opening remark to confirm her suspicions. Any budding resentment was quickly forgotten however as the man shoved an object her way, following it up with a warning that was as cautionary as it was patronizing. The cylinder chimed against the concrete before rolling a small ways to her feet.

In the moment it took for her to fully take stock of the situation, her patron had already parted ways, replaced instead by the approaching Asa'nyx. Quick to boot the cylinder under her garb, Cain watched as the blue skinned woman finally turned and regarded every inch of the Sithspawn's cell with a punitive gaze.

Cain blatantly ignored her demand and most certainly would have felt the consequences if not for Uriel's intervention.

From her spot on the floor, two beady eyes watched the exchange, regarding the newcomer with nothing more than curiosity despite his latent threat.

This much traffic could only mean one thing.

Uriel Rykard Ivixa Nera'kas Prophet Mendacium Alicia Drey Maldor Mecetti

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Prison Colony - Stygeon Prime
Call Sign: Rominaria Seven
Objective: Mega Dome
Tag: Alicia Drey Cain Sevu Maldor Mecetti Uriel Rykard Prophet Mendacium

"You." He called out to the short-statured alien. "Move along, security bureau business is more pressing than whatever torments you're planning on inflicting. Come back later, I'll leave a piece or two behind."

Ivixa did not have the name of every agent in the New Imperial Security Bureau memorized, nor could she ever hope to achieve such a feat. However, she did know that she was the only representative of the NISB that was scheduled to visit the prison colony on Stygeon Prime on this particular day.

Why then, was there another here who claimed to be an agent of the NISB?

It was a question that Ivixa could not answer in a manner that was immediately satisfactory. However, in taking the stormtrooper from moments before into consideration and how he had given something to the prisoner, the short-statured Asa’nyx was certain that something was off.

There was also the fact that Ivixa did not wear the armor or uniform of a prison guard. In spite of that, this “Agent” had addressed her as one. It was the most obvious sign of foul play, and yet one that she had nearly overlooked.

Now, she was satisfied.

“Of course. My apologies, sir.” Ivixa answered. She then moved to turn around, as if she were merely resuming her patrol.

And within the span of less than a heartbeat, out came one of her CryoBan pistols, drawn from its holster and pointed towards the infiltrator with such alacrity that the movement was effectively a blur to the eye. She squeezed the trigger immediately, at which point three standard bolts of compressed CryoBan raced out from the barrel of the weapon within less than a second, each aimed to strike her target in his chest from a little more than six meters away.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

​

"We are now coming to our High-Security wing," the Assistant Warden narrated highlights as they walked.

"The walls here are reinforced with a Phrik alloy. Very expensive, but also highly resistant to plasma, lasers, and ion discharges. Backup generators here provide an independent source of power. An orbital bombardment with Ion Cannons couldn't take out the power to this wing, and even a missile strike wouldn't break the walls here. Well... not initially, in any event.

Even a lightsaber would take a good long while to cut through any structure in this section.

The only way in or out is through the double force-field and security airlock we just passed through.

Air, Water, and Waste Extraction is provided by high-pressure lines only one-inch wide, so there'll be no crawling about through any ventilation shafts or sewage pipes.

And of course, surveillance cameras are positioned everywhere so that monitoring guards can raise an alarm if anything should-"

Just then, there was an audible commotion around the corner up ahead. It sounded like some kind of weapon discharge, followed by an alarmed outburst of some kind.

A moment later, alarm lights began flashing up and down the hall, with klaxons accompanying the light show. The Assistant Warden gave a gasp. "There must be a breakout," he declared, half-incredulous at the notion of it. Then he retreated back towards the double-secure airlock they'd just come through.... but it wouldn't open.

"Open up!" he demanded.

Nothing.

"I assume the protocol is to lock down the block until the threat has been eliminated," Maldor surmised, "so our best way out is to deal with whatever is happening."

Maldor pushed aside his outer crimson silk robe and reached for his weapon.

It seemed there was a prisoner here that needed to be cut down.

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Alicia Drey Cain Sevu Maldor Mecetti Uriel Rykard Prophet Mendacium Ivixa Nera'kas

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Cain Sevu Maldor Mecetti Uriel Rykard Prophet Mendacium Ivixa Nera'kas

Alicia watched the events as they transpired on the feeds in front of her. With an adjustment on a remote, Alicia cycled through the various cameras in the colony to keep track of everyone. She had followed Uriel as he navigated his way to Cain Sevu's cell. Her gaze followed Ivixa as she continued her inspection, and Alicia found herself perplexed as- seemingly out of nowhere- one of the Stormtroopers accompanying the warden and agent broke off to put something in Cain's cell.

That was unexpected, Alicia thought to herself. Had Sevu already begun making arrangements for her escape? As she watched Ivixa turn to the cell it became clear that whoever the Stormtrooper was had been noticed. She's sharp. Next, Uriel entered the hallway just as Maldor's inspection of the facility brought them together into the same hallways where Sevu was being kept prisoner. A series of events followed as Ivixa turned to open fire on Uriel, and at the same time, Maldor went to draw his weapon, with his intentions clear to her.

Since joining the NISB Alicia had been intertwined in a conspiracy that Maldor had created with Nimian Totan: a Lieutenant Colonel who had made arrangements with the Mecetti to construct Imperial warships for the Empire. When Maldor became of interest to her Alicia had been using the NISB to keep him under surveillance. This involved listening into conversations Maldor had with his father, among other meetings that he had on Lianna, and of course, she had him followed wherever he went when he was home in the Capital.

Naturally, Alicia had the means of contacting him whenever she wanted, and up until this moment she hadn't needed too.

Until now.

The commlink on Maldor's belt bleeped signifying an incoming transmission the moment he went to draw his weapon, and despite the sounds of gun fire up ahead of him, somehow- inexplicitly- there was an overwhelming feeling that he ought to answer whoever was calling.

 

[Uriel Rykard]

Any normal being would’ve been caught off guard, any normal being would’ve been sprawled out on the floor thanks to the Imperial’s devastatingly quick draw, but Uriel was not any normal being. When Ivixa drew, he drew, but rather than a blaster or a blade, he simply extended his fingers, and opened himself up.

Invisible telekinetic force seized the barrel of the cryoban weapon as it made to fire and yanked it sideways, sending the rounds wide to smash against the walls. Uriel’s grim expression twisted into a smile, and his hand unfurled into an open palm. He unleashed a wave of force to throw the agent down the hall whilst his other hand seized her trooper escort by the throat and rocketed them up into the ceiling.

Empty gray eyes flicked to Cain Sevu expectantly as she stood idle in her cell. If she wanted to go, now was the time.

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[Maldor Mecetti]

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Maldor almost had his light-foil in hand when a tingle at his waist drew his attention.

His private comlink.

Not the one he used for routine matters. No. The one relayed to special individuals via the holonet.

He was going to ignore it anyway. Now was not the time. And that fat, greasy Assistant Warden would be of no help, here. He was practically pissing himself.

But some impulse... some unknown call tugged at his fingers. And so, instead of drawing his weapon, he drew the communicator instead.

"WHAT?!"

He was not happy about it. Not least because he wasn't sure why he'd made that choice.

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[Alicia Drey]

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A disguised voice spoke up from the commlink. Unfamiliar, eerie and dangerous. The type that inspired dread, and tension.

"We have been watching you for quite sometime, Maldor Mecetti. Unless you want the Moff Council to became aware of your activities to secure Sith paraphernalia and don't want to ruin your prospects of joining them you will kill the man beside you. When it is done head to colony headquarters, and initiate evacuation protocols."

"Our reach is long. From Obulette to Lianna to Stygeon Prime we are everywhere, and all at once. Make your choice..."

 

[Cain Sevu]

Things played out beautifully.

Cain's shackles fell to ground the exact moment Ivixa levied her pistol, the force flushing back into the girl's system all while Uriel dispatched the troopers. His rapid fire gouged whatever circuits remained embedded in the walls, allowing the shield separating Cain from her audience to flicker and disintegrate in one liberating swoop.

The cylinder clacked to the ground alongside her chains, the sores peppering her wrists finally exposed to something other than cold hard metal. Gone was the husk wasting away in some dank cell. That part of her died and would remain dead. Permanently.

With an unnatural amount of silence, the girl stepped over the threshold, regarded Uriel a moment and then turned to where Ivixa was thrown. Her dilated pupils were the only warning sign before she pounced.

With the hopes that Uriel's shove had the woman disoriented, Cain lunged into her side, claw-like hands digging into her abdomen with the intent to tear. One hand reached for Ivixa's temple- and if she was at all successful in her attempts to subdue the Asa'nyx- the woman would immediately feel a dip in her energy as her life force slipped like water from cupped hands.

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[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Prison Colony - Stygeon Prime
Call Sign: Rominaria Seven
Objective: Mega Dome
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There was a moment of confusion when Ivixa felt her hand seized and yanked by an invisible force. Unfortunately, by the time she realized what exactly had caused her shot to miss, that same force sent her flying backwards, until she crashed to the ground a few meters away.

Briefly disoriented, Ivixa grunted, then grimaced as panging aches assailed her brain from all over her body.

Then, while she was still reeling from being thrown by a force beyond her ability, a monster set itself upon her.

The creature, feral and starved, made to tear at her suit, but its fangs and claws could not immediately penetrate the phrik armorweave. Nevertheless, slightly disoriented as she was, Ivixa acted reflexively. A mere thought was all it took for the short-statured Asa’nyx to activate her armor’s defenses—in particular, the field disruptor in her infiltration suite. On cue, the surface of her armor was energized via an electrical disruption field that carried enough current to potentially kill outright or failing that, inflict devastating electrical burns on anyone touching the armor.

In that, as the monster sought to feed and tear, she might instead find herself subjected to her would-be victim’s wrath.

And so, in spite of the aches in her body, Ivixa immediately moved to capitalize on the electrical discharge. A mental command triggered the unsheathing of the vibroblade contained within her left gauntlet. Then, the assassin moved to plunge the blade straight into the monster’s throat, delivering the blow with the intent to slay her assailant.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating