A Current Event [Sith Dominion of Sneeve]

[James Kerval]

James patrolled the bridge of the Obscurity, his hazel eyes watching the various bridge officers perform their duties. But his mind was not focused on the job. He saw, but he did not really perceive. No, his thoughts were on Vaynai and the wife he left behind. He missed her. "I wonder how you are getting along, Ellice?" he thought to himself.

A bleeping sound, joined by a vibration on his wrist averted his attention from the thoughts of Ellice and their children to the chrono on his arm. With his other hand, he activated the device and accepted the message, reading it to himself. "Set course for the Helska system."

The message had been sent from the Sith Commander. James averted his gaze from the helm momentarily to the old man that was just making his way across the walkway. Another twinge of sympathy came to the Lieutenant Colonel. But he kept it to himself, like he always did. Turning his gaze back to the helm, he said, "Helm, set course for the Helska system."

"Aye sir, the Helska system," said the helmsmen. James could detect the enthusiasm from the officer. He too, was tired of this dark expanse. Whilst Malus made his way to the command seat, the Obscurity formed a hyperspace window and left the void in between worlds, to Helska. Obviously, they would not be participating in the dominion of Sneeve. But they almost had.

Almost.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

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

SNEEVE, CAPITOL CITY
GOVERNMENT PLAZA - LANDING PAD

Now that those other three guys were gone, the Imperial shuttle carrying the intrepid Sith team descended to the surface. The nights were dark on Sneeve and only the illumination of the city below provided any sort of light. If any of the passengers were to peak out of a window, they could just barely make out the hustle and bustle of the city even at this late hour. Land and airspeeders darted back and forth, tiny little Sneevel walked in thick groups as they traversed their city. Fortunately for the passengers, the shuttle was not landing too deeply into the city. Despite the look of a normal, ideal city there was no ignoring the foul stench of the Sneevel and their cultural disdain for regular bathing... Or any hygiene at all, come to think of it.

The shuttle touched down with the near-silent elegance expected of Imperial transports. Waiting at the landing pad were a trio of Sneeval, the lot of them decked out in their blue security uniforms. One of them happened to have a yellow pauldron over his right shoulder to distinguish him from the other two. No doubt he was the chief staff member in charge of security at the palace. The palace itself loomed behind the three Sneeval. It was a large building, perhaps three stories in height judging from the windows. There were a ring of spotlights around the building, keeping its outside well lit despite the all-permeating darkness of Sneeve at this time of night. It was ornate and elegant in design, a staunch difference from other buildings on Sneeve.

No doubt the Sneevel had contracted some other species to build it for them.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Being the one sitting closest to the exit, the Ashborn stood up and made his way down the ramp and onto the landing pad. Looking back to see to the safety of his master, he then turned to face the three disgusting creatures standing before him. Living in their own filth like rats, they were. Without a word he stood by the base of the ramp, awaiting the other members of the team with his arms crossed, keeping a close eye on the Sneeval. Down the ramp the team descended: @[member="Krag"] - the King of the Graug; @[member="Olom Grihk"] - the Intelligence Expert; @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] - the Shadow Master, and lastly following behind her the loyal droid bodyguard, Skydd. The five of them were an imposing sight to behold, and all of them were sure to be great assets to the team. An odd bunch, undoubtedly, but a powerful combination nonetheless. Thyrian decided it best to let his master do the talking for him; subtlety and tact was not his forte, after all, and so he positioned himself beside his comrade-in-arms Skydd, closely behind his Queen.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom gave a small chuckle at Thyrion's enjoyment of his threat. It sounded like a mix of a child's laughter and demon's gasp, soft and ragged. Still he nodded and tapped out other things on the datapad before replacing it in his robes. "We'll see what we'll see," he mused thoughtfully. Between Krag and Thyrion intimidation was easy enough. Kara was sociable and subtle, and like most Umbarans, probably politically savvy. Still, Sneevians were known for their culture of never backing down from a challenge.

He smiled, following behind the group, looking at them fondly. This should prove severely entertaining.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag took in a deep breath of air, finally they had come to a planet with swamps. Graug thoroughly enjoyed swampy terrain and Sneeve would be no exception, well aside from the grotesque primates that inhabited its surface. The Sneevel were, by reputation, stubborn and unwilling to back down from challenges that were presented to them. To that extent Krag respected them, but they were still physically inferior as a species and required the assistance of others to even begin discovering the stars. Graug may have only progressed thanks to the findings of old Republic tech on their moon and, to Krag's dismay, the tinkering of ancient Sith but they at least did the hard work themselves.


This would be an interesting trip...no doubt that tempers would flare at some point.

 

[Lief]

And there they were, down on the disgusting planet full of pitiful creatures. Well, whatever got the job done - nobody said she had to enjoy herself while she was here, and if these creatures tried to get in her way? Well, she couldn't promise that she would behave herself. Stepping down from the ship they were met by three of the vermin, but only one of which gained her attention - the Sneevel with the yellow pauldron was the creature she turned her sights to. Kara had no patience to be even remotely polite to these sentients... They weren't even close to the tier that she and her fellow Sith were upon, nor many other sentient species in this Galaxy. No, instead she simply said; "You will work with Olom" gesturing back to the grey-skinned Apprentice who was wandering down the ramp, before continuing "and give him every piece of information he requires. He will be our liaison. Otherwise you leave us to work, and stay out from under our feet. Understood?" When that was seen to, she turned on the aforementioned Apprentice. "Use that intuition of yours, and chase all leads. Take whatever resources from them you require, and meet back with us at your leisure. No slacking." And then she made a very sly gesture for the creatures to lead them inside. "First, take us to the site of the assassination."

@Krag @Olom Grihk @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Narrativatron"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag snorted the air, the musk of this planet was much different than that of Gratos but that was of no surprise. If Krag had to make an educated guess, it was that the very peculiar musk came from the scent of the primates who inhabited the planet. Such disgusting little weaklings, they couldn't even deal with an assassin by themselves but that was also not surprising. Krag snorted before turning to the Umbaran "I will pick out the scent of our prey." Krag said before looking at their guide "assuming you were competent enough to find me a location likely to have been the entry point of the assassin."

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The Ashborn stood quietly with his arms crossed, staring down the disgusting creatures. The two at the back trembled before the party of five, yet the one with the shoulderpad remained in control, mostly. The training in the "art of the kill", as his mentor had put it, had made some impact on Thyrian. He lifted his gaze to the rooftops, looking for any sign of anomalies, any shadows that seemed out-of-place. Feeling the need to address his master, he took a step forward and put a soft hand on her shoulder to halt her before she were able to make a move. "MASTER, I DO NOT TRUST THE FILTH INHABITING THIS PLANET. WHAT IF THIS ALL IS A TRAP DESIGNED BY THE SNEEVAL?" Staring down at the back of her head, waiting for her to turn around and reassure him, he still could never shake the image of her as a little girl, and so felt a huge responsibility in protecting her. It was something he'd always felt when children were around him; some kind of paternal instinct of unknown origins.

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

 

[Lief]

With a single nod she acknowledged @[member="Krag"] and waved a hand in the direction of the Sneevel. "As my Lord Krag commands, you will also do as he bids. You" she said, with a further gesture to one of the lesser-members of the greeting party, "Personally show him what he wishes to see, and if you're not qualified enough then find him someone who is. And be quick about it." It wasn't that she was impatient, merely that she wanted the snivelling little creatures to be put in their place. It seemed unanimous amongst them, the Sneevel were little more than vermin. And then her Apprentice spoke up, inducing a thoughtful frown upon her lips. He made a valid point, but at the same time she shook her head. Turning to face him, yet focusing her attention on the Sneevel all the same, she simply said; "Do you doubt the power held by myself and Krag alone? Nevermind the rest of our group? And besides," at this point she turned back to their 'hosts', "I don't think they're stupid enough to try anything, knowing full well how it will end. Are you?" This time her question was directed at their 'leader', so to speak.

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Olom Grihk"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom sighed at all this heavy-handedness. He couldn't be apologetic, as that was showing a sign of these weaknesses. He just decided to calmly follow and nod. "I'll be the liason, then," he said with weak smile, looking at the lot of them. Talking to the Sneevians...it seemed like he was the only person on this planet capable of diplomacy. It was one thing to give orders, but to be so uncivilized about it.

He nodded. "Alright," he began calmly with the leader. "We'll need digital copies of every bill or advisory memorandum signed by him in the last six of your months. Also, we're going to need all knowledge on points of entry." He tapped his fingers and began picking up a display of the building. Maybe, between krag's senses and his own, there could be a thermal trail.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag followed the Sneeve into the building, his eyes peering around the room and catching the sight of sneeve body lying face down at a nearby desk. The Gruag stormed over to the desk and put a clawed hand on the back of his head and lifted it up, his good eye finding that there was a large sear wound in the creatures forehead. No doubt that he was killed instantly when the blaster bolt hit him, it was a fairly clean shot that fried his brain no doubt. Taking his clawed hand away from the dead body, he looked to his guide and snorted, "Where did the assassin come in at?"

"Right over here." the disgusting, overgrown rat said as it pointed towards a nearby window. The window was on the wall directly behind the victims desk but was a good 3 meters to the right of him. Krag's good eye feel upon the glass scattered across the floor, the tiny shards laying carelessly on the wooden floors of the office. With a investigative eye, Krag thundered over to the window and looked at the opening that had been made when someone smashed the glass. There was only a small breach, just big enough that a sneeve might have been able to stick his upper torso through. In fact, as Krag glanced from the victim and back to the window, he noticed that the only possible way the suspect could have gotten a shot off at the victim was if he leaned through the window and shot.

Krag moved in closer, crunching glass beneath his ultrachrome boot. He sniffed the window, his sensitive nose picking up a scent that was almost foreign to him...it was almost like blood but it wasn't. It smelled as if it came from something organic but blood wasn't quite it...no it was something else, "There is Chlorophyll on this window." Krag growled as he further inspected a shard of glass with a strange and near clear substance running down it. There were some creatures in the universe that did not have blood but rather Chlorophyll, which meant they were not dealing with a Sneeve assassin anymore.