Dominion A Few Credits More | Sith Empire Dominion of Aargonar

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Sarlacc in the Sands
Eye of Solomon Valessia Brentioch

"She's going to be prickly," Eldaah muttered to herself as she overheard the order to inform Doctor Zyn of their arrival. The woman really did not like interruptions to her work. Her Master could be much the same, unless it was her daughters calling. She leaned back in her saddle casually, stretching and pulling out a set of macrobinoculars.

Lady Brentioch had noticed something, and Eldaah was curious what it might be. Zooming on the moving sand and shadow, she could see the telltale ridges moving. Gouka Dragon, and if there was one here, then its favorite prey had to be concealed in the area as well. Well, it might also consider their banthas a snack.

"I give us a few minutes before that dragon is upon us," she called out.

 

[Mythos]

Tension, but why? Why did he sense tension? Why did the situation radiate uneasiness and tension? The force nagged at him, tugged at his senses. Underneath his shirt he had The Ancient Eye slung in a necklace, hidden beneath his light clothing. The artifact beat harder and harder as he began to sense something else around here, something he couldn't quite put a finger on.

She spoke like grizzled veteran of a thousand digs, offered him simstick to which he refused by holding out an open palm. From his shirt he produced a large cigar, big as two fingers stuffed to the brim with Sith Root. Instead of taking one of her sticks he yanked hard through telekinesis and brought her lighter to his hand, using the same to light the massive cigar.

As she spoke they both enjoyed their smokes, Mythos slowly looked over the data pad and the holographic display she produced. All seemed to be ok, all looked to be in order. All except the sand dunes that kicked up his nerves about three hundred meters away.

He pondered for a moment, looked over at the direction of Kimora Min So precisely that when looked through the scoped attachment it would seem Mythos was looking directly at the eyes of the warrior. He clicked his tounge, turned his attention back to the Archaologist before him and raised his left hand.

Using the might of the Ax, The Eye and his mastery of Telekinesis Mythos hung a noose around her neck so tight oxygen would simply not enter her nostrils. As he did he blew smoke right at her face as his eyes reddened from the toxins of the Weed.

"I'm not your bub and I'm not your friend." The Sith Lord said, his tone flat and monotone, brokering no argument.

"I am the Sith Lord currently in command of this sector and you, young lass, are taking far too long to finish something as simple as breaking eight hundred year old encryptions from dead droids."

He held the grip for a few more seconds and puffed away at the cigar twice, pondering what he was going to do next. When he decided he let go and tossed her lighter back at her where she landed.

The Sith Lord took two steps back and sat down in a large dunes of sand, spread his legs, pulled a wineskin from his pack and laid the Axe beside him under the blazing sun.

"Let's play a game shall we? Success or death." He placed his hat down below his eyes and placed his hands behind his head. He echoed the words of his old master, always the best of motivators.

"I'm going to take a nap" He pulled up his wrist and placed an alarm of fifteen Galactic Standard minutes on it. "When I wake up you better have everything in that place tagged, set up dress-right-dress as well as properly reported"

With his right thumb he pushed up his brimmed hat to eye her with his left eye. The eye shined red and yellow, an awnser to her last question.

"Or I will make a nuclear mushroom cloud go up in this entire digsite along with you, your friends and that platoon of Sith troopers coming that wont give you as much leniency as I have"
Kelsie Sylvan ​

 

[Eye of Solomon]

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The Doctor had spotted it as well, a disruption in the dunes a fair distance out.​

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It could only mean one thing; a Gouka Dragon.​

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Normally, these subterranean beasts didn't bother with smaller creatures, engorging themselves on the immobile sarlaccs which dotted both the planet Aargonar and its moon. However, the accumulation of so many banthas and equipment on the sand must've drawn the beast in. Rather than a cause for worry, the Doctor was absolutely ecstatic at the prospect of capturing such a tantalizing specimen. She swung her own mount around, pointing and yelling as she did; "Bring up the ballista! Anchor it on the ridge, and load the hook-bolt!"​

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Having been dragged behind one of the banthas on a hover-sled, the large hunting ballista was maneuvered up onto the dune's apex and anchored into the ground with stabilization spikes. A pair of operators slung a massive bolt into the firing mechanism, using an automated wench to lock and load the weapon. ​

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Then the Doctor opened up a direct communication line with the approaching Sith Lady and her entourage, "Draw the beast towards my position, my Lady. I have a hypothesis to test."​

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Valessia Brentioch | Eldaah Aderyn ​

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

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Banthas always did make for a tasty lure. "My pleasure," Valessia remarked as she readied a fireball, "come to mama." A flick of her wrist the fireball left her hand and watched as the Dragon banked right and headed in her direction. "Hope you're as good as your Master." Even if Valessia didn't consort with Taeli Raaf, she knew well enough and kept tabs when and where it was necessary. A habit of being Sith, she ducked as the Dragon snipped a little too close. Another fireball caught the dragon on the tail but only managed to piss it off further. Valessia looked at her bantha and shrugged before applying a bit of TK to the poor creature sending it into the air. ​

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Eldaah Aderyn | Eye of Solomon ​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Avacyn wasted little time admiring what Adrian's order had brought upon Gorra's palace. She was close enough to Ishana to sense that she wasn't in a safe place, even relatively speaking. Something had to be done and that meant the Sith Lady began to make her way towards the palace. The ventilation shaft was still going to be the entrance of choice, though she wasn't looking to be as subtle as before any longer.

What small number of guards were still stationed nearby were quickly disposed of by a sudden and all-engulfing wave of flame summoned out of Avacyn's hand, leaving them to be burned alive as she pulled off the grate from the ventilation shaft with a telekinetic grip. "Follow me," she ordered to those who had followed her there as she crawled inside, using her connection with Ishana as a guide.

Some turns later she could almost physically feel the bond she followed, leading Avacyn to conclude that she was close. Very close. With a telekinetic blast she blew out a grate, creating an exit for the group to crawl out of. "Through here."

Ishana Pavanos | Agent Wendigo | AMCO ​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Sarlacc in the Sands
Eye of Solomon Valessia Brentioch

Well playing bait wasn't how she imagined her day going, but in the current circumstances, it couldn't be helped. She did sense her Master's amusement in the back of her mind, more so from the Doctor's suggestion than the actual danger. As the Doctor prepared her hunting ballista, Lady Brentioch got the creature's attention by hurling a fireball at it.

"I wouldn't be her student if she didn't value my abilities," she replied.

Which speaking of... she deftly leapt away from her bantha as it was clipped by the gouka dragon, her lightsaber igniting as she landed. Born of her many experiences with creatures due to her Master's fascination with Sithspawn and the various beasts and sentients of the galaxy, she began using the dark side to reach out to the dragon's mind to start dominating its will, or at the very least influence it to their advantage. It barely acknowledged her presence, focusing instead on the lady throwing fire at it.

"Dizni iw Azuria!" she snarled, a bolt of dark side energy leaving her hand designed to overwhelm a victim's pain receptors towards the gouka dragon.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

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Joycelyn's eyes lulled, half closed. Her jaw, so often hard and set, now threatened to drop in a gape as she stared unfocused into the nothing. The sandy bauble in her palms tipped another increment forward, almost falling out of her fingers as she listened to the droning on of the

"And in summary, Your Highness, Aargonar may not hold compare to the ancient histories of the Stygian Caldera, nor the recent history of the Core, but ought to be rife with relics of the important intermediate era preceding the Palpatinian Empire."

The seemingly ancient lecturer drew a deep breath in through his beak and folded his tail feathers differently. Joycelyn stopped herself from snoring and sat up in her chair. Her thoughts scrambled back to wakefullness as she nodded thoughtfully and began formulating a reply just when the thirriken started again.

"Those eras are all but out-explored- he scoffed, then collected himself -it is, after all, in the era preceding the Empire that the true power of Palpatine was forged. Whence and by whom we can only guess, though some believe themselves to have all the answers." Joycelyn slumped a bit as she turned the cube in her hands again. "Rather un-academic, all of them." "We at the Sith-Imperial Historic Conservation Society, however, take a most vested interest in these artefacts and their proper handling!"

The thirriken slurped most soundly from his tea, giving Joycelyn her chance to finally speak.

"That all sounds good and well, honoured professor, and this fascinating- she turned the cube again, fingers brushing the engravings -bauble is a wonderful gift." "Yet I wish to have seen the excavation sites." "History is, after all, very important to our citizenry, and to me personally."

She glanced over to the SINN photographers ready to capture her likeness near the site, and visibly disappointed in being stuck at headquarters, miles from the actual site. Yet, they had captured a hologram of her shaking hands with the professor with the cube in hand. Joycelyn had also wished to see the dig sites for her own interest. After all, when she was on her pilgrimage for the Ember of Vahl, she had spent much time researching ancient things in search for the lost fireshaping arts of the Vahla.

She had not thought she would be finding any of them here though. Not until she had been handed the cube, which had been found in a seperatist vault.

Was there more like it?

 

[Agent Wendigo]

It seemed that the Sith had already put their plans into motion. Who was the Agent to argue?

As the Sithspawn began their assault on the front entrance of the base, the trio made their way to infiltrate the facility via the duct that the Agent had pointed out upon their arrival. Through the maze of metallic crawlspaces they went, Lady Avacyn using what appeared to be a sixth sense to Wendigo to lead them to exactly where they needed to go but was the Agent going to question the authenticity of her guidance? Of course not, said matters were best left to the Sith and those who truly understood the intricate and depths that knowledge of the Force could go to-- Wendigo was no such person, instead shaping his mind and body to follow the doctrines that his handlers deemed vital. Swords and sorcery was opted out in favour for assassination, reconnaissance and intelligence gathering; the perfect skillset for a man who operated behind the scenes, serving the Empire in a way that went underappreciated by the masses.

Wendigo wasn't in his line of work for fame or glory, he was there for purpose.

A buzz came through the Agent's communicator and as they crawled through, the Agent responded with short 'acknowledged' and 'understood's to what was likely new orders. As they continued crawling, the Agent spoke up as they arrived at an intersection of the shaft; "My Lords, I must divert to a secondary objective within this facility. I'll draw the majority of the interior guards off you. I'll maintain comm contact."

And that was that, soon the Agent went on his own path, the sound of a grate being kicked open, the hissing of gas mixed in with slugthrower fire and the screams of the to-be deceased echoing from below. He didn't even wish them good luck but the Agent knew they wouldn't need it, not with lightsabers and the Force against a sea of unwashed criminals who thrived off whatever scraps their Hutt boss gave them. A one-man mission to locate intelligence on linked criminal elements across Sith-Imperial space to present to his handlers in order to sniff out the dissidents and opportunists to snuff them out without mercy.

Just another regular day for an Agent of the Sith Imperial Intelligence service.

Kaalia Pavanos | Ishana Pavanos | AMCO

 

[AMCO]

Objective I: Slugstomping
Interacting With: Kaalia Pavanos , Ishana Pavanos, & Agent Wendigo
Post Number IV
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There was a certain beauty in the fiery carnage the Valkyrie wrought, at least to the unique mind of a Sith - a beauty unfortunately overshadowed by the need to crawl through a thrice-cursed ventilation shaft like some common thug. At least it wasn't a long trip, nor an eventful one, with the exception of the intelligencer scuttling off on some errand or another - presumably a rather loud one.

Avacyn having blasted out a grate and scuttled through, Adrian followed soon after, taking a moment to straighten his jacket while his eyes danced across the storage room they had emerged into, senses pushing outward to look for threats.

The good Darth would be making her way towards her wife with due haste, no doubt, but the Sorcerer paused, uttering a harsh phrase in the tongue of the Sith. As he slashed his hand as if cutting a puppet's string, a nearby patrol froze up, blood pouring from eyes and ears as they collapsed to the ground.

 

[Eye of Solomon]

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"Just a little more..."​

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Some might have been surprised that the good Doctor was so handsy with the ballista, surmising that her disposition was adverse to such physical activities. But they would be ignorant, for the good Doctor, above all else, preferred doing things her way. She didn't trust anyone else to do it better than her, whatever the task was at hand, and she certainly trusted her own accuracy than those of the menial adjutants around her. She took careful aim, lining up the targeting trajectory with atmospheric factors and the planet's gravity.​

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Fwoosh!​

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The bolt sang through the air, warbling slightly as the shaft bent from the tremendous force that propelled it. It soared clear, it soared true. A second-and-a-half later, the bolt pierced the side of the dragon right as it was about to descend on the Lady Brentioch and her companions, spearing straight through the body and through several major organs before bursting out the other side and embedding into the ground.​

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The dragon let loose a gurgling hollow roar and then collapsed into the quickly wettening sand. ​

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The Doctor peeked up from the ballista with a large grin plastered across her face. "In conclusion; success!"​

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Valessia Brentioch | Eldaah Aderyn ​

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

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Ishana ran down the corridor one direction, and then turned around when she saw the patrols headed her way. She found herself caught in the middle and exhaled, she took the moment to come up with a plan. The Balmorran could now feel the presence of her wife within the palace via the Force. Even so, she would still have to at least survive until the calvary arrived so to speak and so just as one group's shadow could be seen around the corner. Ishana ran full tilt whilst shouting literal gibberish, "apeiche se esena, apeiche stin oikogenia sou, apeiche stin agelada sou!" In the most terrifying voice she could muster. The patrol unit stopped looked at each other and closed in side by side just as the Balmorran tackled one to the ground.​

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"AH HA!" She shouted with magnificent glee as she wrestled the blaster rifle away and fired toward the two patrolmen. They scampered off without a second glance and Ishana ran toward the shuttles. Nevermind that the blaster rifle's recoil made it hard to fire or that her arm really, really hurt. What mattered now was that the sound of battle could be heard closer and closer. Legionnaires, TIE Fighters and most like a lot of creepy beasts roaming around Aargonar. ​

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Another set of patrols, which forced Ishana to hold still a second. She thought about shooting them, but in all honesty, it wouldn't hit. Her shots were worse than a Galactic Empire Stormtrooper trying to shoot at the legendary trio of Han Solo, Leia Organa, and Luke Skywalker. Instead, she lifted the blaster rifle up like a bludgeoning device and waited until the patrols came toward her. She rushed out again, shouting gibberish in the most terrifying voice she could muster. "Apeiche se esena, apeiche stin oikogenia sou, apeiche stin agelada sou!" ​

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Ishana slammed the back end of the rifle into one of the patrolmen before bringing it back-up in a two-handed uppercut that smacked into the second patrolman. ​

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There, within sight, she could see the shuttles all there in their hangar. Ishana threw the blaster rifle over her head and grabbed a pistol from one of the men. "Finally," Ishana muttered and then dashed off toward the shuttle, and as she crossed the threshold. Gorra the Hutt and his lieutenants waited for her, one grabbed her and the other held the business end of a blaster to her forehead. ​

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In Huttese, "bring the Sith here, give no resistance let them come." ​

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This would be his last-ditch effort. ​

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Agent Wendigo | Kaalia Pavanos | AMCO ​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Agent Wendigo split from the group, leaving only Adrian and Avacyn, but to the woman it mattered little. They were close now and all that separated her from Ishana were whatever goons were stupid enough to get in the way of the two Sith. The first patrol of guards that would have gotten in their way, however, was swiftly taken care of by Adrian. An impressive display, though Avacyn was more occupied with finding her wife. She ran past the dying guards without much regard while paying the same amount of attention to whether Adrian followed her or not.

Strangely, however, no more goons would show themselves on her way to the hangar. Perhaps they had finally learned their lesson, and as she made haste towards what turned out to be the hangar there was no resistance to meet her approach. With every step taken her anger built further, growing stronger, and at the pinnacle of her rage her very form shifted. Energies from the Netherworld flooded into her, causing her red locks to become of a spectral nature and her skin to turn pale to where it was nearly translucent, and an aura of dread and death surrounded her, grasping at those who had not felt the touch of the Netherworld before.

This aura preceded her entry into the hangar, where Avacyn found another blaster pressed against Ishana's head. This time, however, there would be much more direct consequences. Her shaping ability, augmented by the forces of the Netherworld, took hold of the very blood coursing through the lieutenant's veins. Suddenly the hand that held the blaster moved away from Ishana's head and a flurry of shots were fired, aimed at the guard that held Ishana in place. Moments later the final remaining of Sotta's men was effortlessly tossed aside by an invisible force.

That was when her assumed form shifted back to her true self, though her fury was still very much alive. But Ishana's wellbeing mattered most. The woman sprinted towards her and embraced her for just a moment, knowing Gorra on his own was no threat. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry for letting this happen."

"And as for you," Avacyn then uttered in a venom-filled voice aimed at Gorra, "You won't be as lucky as your servants." He would suffer before his death, and the woman's malicious intent could be read in her eyes.

Ishana Pavanos | AMCO ​

 

[Amaya Cardei]

In the end, Gorra's efforts did not matter. No one was going to stand between Darth Avacyn and her wife and no one would stand between the Sith Empire and their conquests. Aargonar would fall to them like many other worlds, and the criminal infrastructure that once belonged to Gorra the Hutt would now either fall in line or be executed. Prefabricated buildings would arrive in short order and the flag of the SIth Empire would unfurl over the land. A new city would be crafted over the remnants of the old, the city of Haru with their own prefect, a Seoularian-Atrisian woman by the name of Hannah Akina.​

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She would arrive via shuttle in a long black trench coat, hands gloved in the finest leather. Akina turned to her legionnaires, the Xiangu Legionnaires named for the Sith whose whereabouts still elude most. TIE Fighters continued to fly overhead, they made short work of any resistance that attempted to stand their ground. Akina watched as members of the Xiangu Legion met with the Crimson Lance and behind them the Air Marshal and the Dark Lord, Darth Avacyn. No words were exchanged, she watched silently as they walked past her and she pressed forward. Once more the Sith Empire's borderlands had expanded and under Akina's gaze, Aargonar would prove a worthy and valuable asset. ​

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Fin​

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[OOC: Feel free to continue your stories, main objective is wrapped!]​