A Current Event [Sith Dominion of Sneeve]

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Having broken free of the grip of @[member="Krag"], Thyrian quickly composed himself, as he did not wish to go berserk so soon before a mission. He needed his mind to be fully functional for the duration of the investigation - or what little sanity he still retained, others could remark upon. Picking up and reattaching the pieces of armor he'd thrown to the ground earlier, his gaze never left the Graug. Clearly he was not one to challenge, nor one to familiarise with so easily. Still, the bond was there and plain for all to see; two tortured souls, with the same condition inflicted upon them without their permission, against their will. The Ashborn was not about to give up on the only creature able to truly understand his pain, but now was not the time to do so, clearly. "THEN I SHALL PROVE MYSELF WORTHY, MY LORD." With that said, along with a bow of his head, he turned away from Krag and walked over to his metallic friend Skydd, who was standing next to @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] as he always would unless ordered otherwise. The tall droid asked him whether he was hurt, to which the Ashborn replied with a shrug and a shaking of his head. "YOU KNOW I FEEL NO PAIN, SKYDD..." Glancing back at the Graug, before returning to his friend, he talked in a slightly more hushed tone for him to hear only. "THOUGH I FEAR MY PRIDE DID NOT COME OUT UNSCATHED FROM THE... DISPUTE." Putting his headpiece back on, its eyes flickered back to life.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Well....that was...fascinating. Both of them were combustible alchemical augmentations. Thyrian felt some sort of camaraderie, and Krag...well, Krag seemed to show an odd mix of respect and annoyance. Still, it deifnitely revealed a good deal more about both of them. Why they were tormented. The pain they sacrifice for power. It was...impressive. And maddening. He knew, full well, that his body wouldn't survive such a process. Unlike these two, his body would be consumed rather quickly--endurance wasn't the domain of a man like himself. Still, the confrontation between the two smoldering men provided him with a valued insight--those truly born to fire are consume, inevitably. He made a note of it.

He looke over at the two of them and nodded. "Okay, so then. Shall we progress?" He said, gesturing to the shuttle.

 

[Lief]

Kara watched with seemingly impassive silence, allowing the pair to pit it out between one another until a definitive outcome became apparent. Thankfully this did not end in the destruction of her prized possession... But it did not mean she was happy with him all the same. In many ways he reflected on her, and while she would have him fight his own battles, so as to not make him weak both within himself and in the eyes of others, every little thing marked her. She was his Master, more so than this she was the one who raised him to the status of a Sith, who had broke him free of his bindings and tamed the beast. When they were done she shot Thyrian a single yet extremely piercing stare, as though tempting him to test her patience by continuing. She would not have it, not when they had an investigation to see to. In the end all she said was "Enough", her voice little more than a whisper, before putting herself between the two Sith while masking it behind a step towards the shuttle and a gesture for them to resume towards it. "Let us be gone from here into the realm of the animals, if one can even call them such." While casually placed Thyrian and Skydd would recognise the undertone of command held by the Umbaran. The time for messing around had ended, whether their pride and ego were wounded or not. Later, she knew, there would be words between she and her Ashborn.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag snorted as his fellow knight stood between him and the other ashy figure in the room. It was obvious that the woman was a Umbaran by her appearance, she seemed frail and weak to one such as Krag. She didn't even speak with the authority that a Graug could even remotely associate with leadership, however, Krag knew that his future Empire relied on his completion of this mission. If that apprentice wished to combat him again, Krag would not hesitate to fight him...but for now he would let the matter go. Turning on his heel and mounting himself into the ship, Krag let a tail of ash to nip the cheek of the female knight. It wasn't meant to start a confrontation, more as a way to get her attention

"Come then, we have wasted enough time."

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Upon noticing his master's disapproval of his actions, the Ashborn moved away from Skydd and took a few steps towards her and bowed his head along with a clenched fist placed on his chest. Her eyes had pierced him like a dagger, and her disgust was obvious for all to see. "MY QUEEN, FORGIVE ME..." he begged her. "IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION TO PROVOKE THE GRAUG LORD, NOR DID I MEAN TO DISRESPECT YOU, MY MASTER." Raising his head slightly to meet her gaze, he continued. "I... I THOUGHT I HAD FOUND A LONG LOST BROTHER TO CONFIDE IN." To him, his Queen's approval meant everything, and as such he knelt down before her, which put the two at the same height. "I AM SORRY, KÄRA..." he said, his voice remaining the same throughout his apology to his master; the same unfeeling tone made it difficult for him to convey the right emotion. By mentioning her by name he had hoped to instill some sense of sincerity, and make her think back to when she and he first met, more than a decade ago. She was just a small girl, so tiny - barely reaching up to his hips. She had grown into such a strong young woman, and despite his subjugation by her hand, he couldn't help but feel some fatherly pride. Though you couldn't see it because of his mask, thinking back had managed to put a slight smile on the Ashborn's face, if only for a fleeting moment. He was then reminded of the present, and the mission they were to embark upon. Awaiting his master's word, he remained in place for her to answer him.

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Krag"] @[member="Olom Grihk"] @[member="TB-18"]

 

[Lief]

Simply swaying away from the flick of ash, being nimble and such, the Knight narrowed her eyes at Krag which proceeded to turn a brief sulphuric yellow before resuming their icy state. Before she could continue to move towards the shuttle, however, her Apprentice strode forth, asking for forgiveness. When he spoke her name part of her was angered, and yet it took her back to the first day, when she had promised to free him of Circe's shackles and make something of him. How young had she been then? It was half a lifetime ago. When he was finished she made a very subtle gesture with her hand for him to rise, but otherwise said nothing of it. This was not the place to discuss such. "Let us go" she said again, turning in a half-circle to wander to the ramp, with Skydd following directly behind and hopefully the Ashborn too. It wasn't that the situation was settled, far from it, merely that they had wasted enough time as it stood.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] | @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] | @[member="Krag"] |

The interior of the shuttle was just spacious enough to hold everyone... But only just. There was enough room that no one would be forced into one another if they were careful. Aside from a couple of chairs, the shuttle's passenger cabin was sparsely decorated or even furnished. As promised by TB-18, a rack on the leftmost wall held five comlink earpieces to maintain contact between command and the Sith that comprised team one. If the whole team neglected to equip the devices, this would be a very short and probably wholly uninteresting mission. On the other side of a sealed durasteel door, the ship's pilot spoke over the shuttle's small intercom system. Sith made him nervous, he wasn't about to open that door and speak face to face with them. The sooner he dumped them off his ship, the better.

"Good evening, gentlemen and lady. This is your pilot speaking. We'll be dropping you off outside of the capital building, located in Rosire City. Estimated time of arrival for local time is about nine-o'-clock PM, 2100 hours. Security officials will be meeting you on the landing pad. Enjoy the flight." He announced, before firing up the shuttle's engines. Once everyone was aboard and secure in their standing, the boarding ramp retracted and the exit door slid shut. Before long, they were cruising out of the hangar and heading for Sneeve's surface.

@[member="Olom Grihk"]

Spoiler

The corner light of Olom's datapad begins blinking, indicating the arrival of a holo-mail message. Closer inspection reveals the following the following message having been dispatched.

Sender: Darth Koje <kojeMasterGeneral69420@impmail.net>
Subject: hey nerd

hey nerd

gl on ur misson

ur gonna need it

ps: tel ur cap i said hi )

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom looked at the message on his data, resisting the urge to do more than snort derisively. Someone had taught the proto-simian how to use holo-mail. Well, he guessed even the dumbest monkey could be taught the basics. Still, it was irritating that this insolent little twit actually considered himself superior. Krag was a warrior-king, Kara was intelligent, Thyrion was noble, if a bit blunt. And Olom's entire species had mapped every major hyperspace route while this "Darth's" ancestors were still slapping mud and stick with their own filth long enough to make a house. It was annoying to watch the small child prattle. He looked over at Kara.

"It appears our....colleague Darth Koje wishes us good fortune...and is enamored with you, Knight Kara. Do with that what you will," he mused dryly. "Personally, I'd beat the stupid out of his skull with a spanner, but then again, he's not my type," he said with a non-committal shrug. Flipping through more important reports. "I'm currently running a search on economic shifts. Seeing if any local stocks or commodities have shifted majorly since his assassination. I'm also going to do a quick cross-reference against Sneevian mythology and folklore to see if the hand-severing has any cultural meaning," he mused calmly. He stood on the floor of the ship, letting people who actually needed to do so sit down instead of him. Hell he could fit on any of their laps if they really wanted. although, that'd probably make him look like a dependent child, or some other simpering fool.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

A sudden burst of rage flickered to life in the Ashborn at the mention of Koje, the whelp who dares to try and woo his Queen. His first instinct was to immidietly incinerate the datapad with a snap of his fingers, but a look from Kära herself, along with a slow shaking of her head, dissuaded him to proceed. That, and he did not wish to harm his new ally, the little grey man called Olom - who was a source of great amusement to the Ashborn - nor his property. While he greatly admired the tiny one for so capably handling so much information at once, he couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself while he listened to Olom speak at a fast pace with little pauses. "I ADMIRE YOUR ENTHUSIASM, AS WELL AS YOUR GREAT INTELLECT, OLOM. I SHALL LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU IN ACTION WHILST INVESTIGATING THE MURDER OF THE SENATOR." Actually finding it in him to lean back and relax for once during their ride down to the surface of the planet Sneeve, Thyrian let his head fall back against the wall and find some peace, all while sighing heavily. The headpiece he wore along with his suit was no longer feeling as constrictive as before, and his body had grown accustomed to the weight of the armour. His hands in his lap, they were slowly drawn towards eachother as he sat back and began rolling his thums, all while listening to the humming of the engines. The calm before the storm, no doubt.

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Olom Grihk"] @[member="Krag"] @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

@Kära Vi'dreya @Olom Grihk @Krag @Tyrin Ardik @Thyrian Ashborn

So they needed to find a killer instead of being the killer. Intresting concept if you asked him, and not the good kind of interesting. Finally emerging from where he'd been sleeping, Marcus found himself staring down the titanic Thyrian Ashborn, his pupil in the art of assassination. He assumed the girl was his master which he served so loyally. From the outside looking in, one would've thought Thyrian was the master, but upon getting to know the apprentice, it became evident that was incorrect. He nodded to Kära respectfully and leaned against the wall, remaining silent until spoken to, as was his way most times. He'd overheard the yelling from the massive Gurag, Krag, and scowled underneath his helmet, he'd taken a liking to Ashborn's honest attempts to prove himself, and found the rebuking he received unnecessary.

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

In the void.
Obscurity.

The Attrition-class Star Destroyer Obscurity was in between places, as it normally was in it's inactive space. An unknown course, in an unknown place in space. The very definition of obscurity came to mind to the commanding officer of the war vessel. His master, Darth Vazela, had specifically ordered that, when he hadn't a course for the ship to head to, then it would be somewhere where nobody in the galaxy could find them, just the way he wanted it.

Malus Bligh turned his stern gaze away from the helm, coming back to the present as he reflected in the quiet, to his executive officer and second in command, Lieutenant Colonel James Kerval. Sat in the command seat, positioned on a raised plinth of sorts that allowed a perfect vantage point of the Obscurity's bridge, the Sith Commander began to speak to his second hand man. "Report?" he asked, folding his fingers together into a finger pyramid, elbows resting on the seats arm rests. His grey eyes scanned the features of the younger man ahead of him as he listened to the officer speak.

 

[James Kerval]

In the void.
Obscurity.

James Kerval turned his tall figure away from the nearby terminal screen to his commanding officer. He had been reading on the reports sent to him by the head staff on board the Obscurity. The reports included the status on the ships hyperdrive and impulse engines, life support, armament, it's complements and insubordination that may have occurred on board the Star Destroyer. As Malus commanded and looked after the bridge, James and his subordinates looked after the rest. If Darth Vazela was the head, then Malus was the second and it was men such as James Kerval who made up the body.

Taking his place beside the Sith Commander, the Lieutenant Colonel began to talk, "All decks have reported in. Nothing comes across as wrong. I am confident the ship is currently running in normal perimeters." As James paused to think on anything else that came in, the last report that he had read came to mind. The communication officer on board the bridge, in charge of all in and out going communications, had reported in that the Obscurity had picked up chatter from the Sneeve system. From what he had ciphered, the Emperor himself had arrived above the world and it seemed that the Empire had begun another dominion. He had also reported in that the officers were still adhering to the radio silence Malus Bligh had ordered across the ship. He had been monitoring all out going transmissions since the order had been given.

"Communications have reported in that chatter has been picked up from the Sneeve system. From what we know, the Cynosure has arrived above Sneeve with the Emperor himself. It seems the Empire has begun a dominion of the world."

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

Malus nodded his head as he listened intently to the giant that stood next to him. The docile tones of James Kerval's voice came to an end, signaling the end of his report. It had been brief, but precise. If anything was wrong with the Obscurity or a form of insubordination had come to pass, then the Lieutenant Colonel that his stern, grey eyes were staring at would have specifically included it. Malus deduced that his Star Destroyer was performing at it's peak, like Kerval had said it was.

The last part of the report had garnered Malus's attention. The Cynosure was the known ship that Emperor Ardik utilized occasionally. The Commander personally thought that it was rather foolish for a man such as Tyrin Ardik to have a known whereabouts. Perhaps it was inexperience, perhaps it was over confidence or perhaps, it was just damn foolishness. Either way, the Obscurity had picked up that Tyrin was currently in the Sneeve system, on board the Cynosure and now the second hand man of one of the Emperor's hand picked Sith Lords knew where he was.

And so it was his duty to report in to his master.

"You have the bridge, XO."

Gingerly, Malus leaned forwards from his seat and clasped his hand around the metal cane that had been leaning against it's side. Using it and the left arm rest of the chair, he rose to his feet slowly and limped his way around to the plinth behind them. As Kerval took command of the bridge, Malus came to a stop at the ladder on the side of the plinth. Cane in one hand, Malus used his finger tips and free hand to climb up the ladder and onto the walkway. When he came to a stop, he stood for a minute to gain his breath and bearings. Then, with his cane, he leaned heavily onto it as he made his way to the observational deck ahead.

 

[James Kerval]

"Yes sir," replied James, when Bligh got to his feet. Part of him wanted to lean forwards and help his commanding officer to his feet. Even help him up the ladder on the side of the plinth that held the durasteel walkway behind him. He knew that Malus struggled to climb up onto the walkway, when he had to make his way to the observational deck, the known area that Darth Vazela normally inhabited. However, he knew such a motion would make Malus look weak to the men and women that served under his command and so reluctantly, he maintained his tired, depressed stare on the old man as he got to his feet and made his way up the plinth.

James maintained his hazel eyes on the back of the Sith Commander until finally, Malus disappeared into the darkened room above him. The Obscurity's executive officer hadn't been in the company of it's owner many times, but each time, he had to resist the urge to shudder. Vazela gave off a coldness that nobody seemed able to shake. Not even Malus Bligh had managed to stop the odd twitch or flinch in the few times James had been in the company of his mentor and the Sith Lord they served.

Taking command of the bridge, James said, "As you were, ladies and gentlemen." Averting his gaze away from the bridge officers, some which had turned from their stations to see what had happened, James settled his hazel eyes on the transparisteel screen ahead of the helm. He knew that the Obscurity was somewhere on the Perlemian Trade Route. This was the closest that he had been to Vaynai since he had left the Imperial Naval Academy on Streysel Island. A twinge of overwhelming sadness came over the man as he thought about home and his family. But over the years, he had grown accustomed to these feelings and was well practiced in pretending nothing was wrong. Clasping his hands behind his back, he quietly gazed upon the dark expanse ahead, a technique in which he normally used to calm down and go back to being the well mannered, efficient officer he normally was.

 

[Darth Vazela]

In the void.
Obscurity.

A dark man was sat upon an observational deck, located on an Attrition-class Star Destroyer called the Obscurity. The man wore a dark, hooded robe that hung off his body like liquid black and created the illusion of a moving, black mist when he was on the move. It's cowl was raised over his, concealing his grey hair, degraded, chalk white facial features, save for the tip of his nose, chin and the pair of yellow, predatory eyes that glowed slightly when he was feeling especially malevolent.

The throne that he was sat upon was equally dark as his robes. It was attached to the floor beneath him, the architecture making it look like it had rose up from the ground almost by itself. On the contrary, it's owner had been the one who had created the seat through the powers of Sith Alchemy. Drunk in power one night, Darth Vazela had spread his finger tips around the particular space he was now sat on, and from no where, the metal had begun to contort, change and distort as the Sith Lord manipulated it's structure through the power of the dark side of the Force. When the Sith Alchemy had been finished, the seat had come forth and now the man didn't have to stand to gaze upon the dark expanse ahead of him, before the enlarged transparisteel screen that separated him and the vacuum of space. Unlike the Obscurity's executive officer, who oozed depression and sadness from being away from home for so long, the Sith Lord that James Kerval served loved space. It's dark expanse, stars, planets, moons, nebulae and other phenomenons continued to mystify him.

It almost felt like home. A fleeting existence...

Noise distracted Vazela as the sound of a metal cane tapping on the floor, joined by the sounds of an old man out of breath. The slowness of the mans approach allowed the Sith Lord to conclude who it was. There was only one man on the Obscurity who had the ability to enter the observational deck. Whilst there was no rule on board the Attrition-class Star Destroyer that none of it's bridge officers could enter the deck, it was one of those unspoken rules in which only Malus Bligh could violate. The crew tended to leave Vazela alone and the Sith did the same. He preferred it that way. It allowed him to think and it was one of the perks of being a Sith Lord. They were too afraid to be in his presence. Good.

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

Malus came to stop behind the throne. He observed it's architecture and fought against the sudden shiver that came over his body. It was like a dark, hallowed structure had rose up from the ground itself, in a terrifying way. Unnatural and dark. He didn't like it at all.

"My Lord," he said, lowering his head. "I have a report for you." When Vazela said nothing, as he normally did as a silent implication for him to continue, Malus did so. "The Obscurity is performing at it's peak efficiency. Nothing to report in that aspect. However, we have picked up radio chatter from the Sneeve system. The Emperor, on board the Cynosure, has arrived and seemingly another dominion is underway. As you said, I should alert you when another dominion is underway."

Malus fell silent, for his Lord to speak.

 

[Darth Vazela]

Vazela remained silent for a while, for the intended effect. It was a perverse pleasure in feeling the sensation of fear in another individual, especially in one as strong and as stern as Malus Bligh. When it was time for him to talk, less Malus interrupt the silence and add further temptation to the Sith Lord's malicious thoughts.

"Where is the dominion taking place?"

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

A bleeping sound emitted from Malus's arm. The Commander lifted the chrono on his wrist to eyes and read an incoming message from the bridge. "Obscurity has received chatter from the Helska system. The Gorgon, in command of Circe Savan, has begun dominion of Helska."

Malus lowered his arm as the Sith Lord asked his question. When he fell silent again, the Commander said, "Sneeve, my Lord. It has also just come to my attention that the Gorgon has begun dominion of Helska. What is thy bidding, my Lord?"

 

[Darth Vazela]

"Sneeve?"

Vazela maintained his gaze upon the dark expanse as he listened to Malus. When the commander fell silent, all that was left was his struggle for breath. Such was his condition at the ripe age he was, without the influence of the dark side to maintain his strength, as it did for the Sith Lord, who was at a similar age. However, his attention to the conversation averted his gaze to the side, in the direction of Malus. The mention of Circe Savan interested him. Despite his concerns that she was, in other words, a 'full cup', the half Zeltron perked his interest. The Force kept telling him that, perhaps, she was the replacement for Kara Vi'derya. Someone more powerful and far stronger...

Unbeknownst to the Sith Lord, Circe was the Mother of the young Umbaran Sith Knight. How ironic...

"Set course for the Helska system."

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

"The Helska system? Very good, my Lord."

Malus lowered his head once more. He stood for a moment, head lowered, waiting for Vazela to speak. But the individual before him seemed preoccupied, in deep thought; or perhaps it was just blissful ignorance. Either way, the Commander took the hint and turned, with his cane, to the flight of stairs he had just climbed only five minutes ago. When he reached the top of the steps, he paused and lowered his hand to his wrist. He typed in a message to his chrono, directing it in the direction of his executive officer.

By the time he reached the blissful confines of the command seat on the bridge, he wanted the Obscurity on the move to the Helska system. He didn't want his physical condition to continue to effect efficiency. The Attrition-class Star Destroyer was at peak efficiency and he didn't see why a bad back should get in the way of it.