A Game of Thrawns (OS Dominion of Csilla)

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2. Stop Chiss dissidents, fight with some or all of [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Location: Csaplar Spaceport
Allies: 300 expendable One Sith soldier NPCs, my acolyte who hates me [member="Xiarr Raeth"], anyone else who would like to join
1/20

Sage Bane, the newly-minted Hand of the Dark Lord, having been promoted for his battle prowess on Telti, Ruusan and Dorin, was in a very bad mood. While Sage was about to lead an army of One Sith troops into the streets of Csaplar to square off with Chiss dissidents, the other Voices and Hands were...skiing. So this was why he got promoted. So that Darth Carach could cavort around in a hot tub with Chiss supermodels. Of course, Vrag would also be there for whatever orgies they were going to have. Orgies to which Sage was never invited! He should be out celebrating his promotion, not pissing around in the fecking snow. As lines of One Sith troops stared awkwardly at him, awaiting orders, the young Hand of the Dark Lord realized there was no time for grumbling. Not when there was a valuable planet at stake and a Dark Lord of the Sith to placate.

All along the Csillan Hyperspace route, otherwise known as the Path of the Houses, One Sith battle ships and destroyers, had inexorably pushed forward, ready at a moment's notice to descend on the planet. It was unlikely those orders would be given. The fleets were simply a reminder of the grave physical threat that the Chiss Ascendancy’s ruling families faced if talks of One Sith sovereignty failed. Having been conquered by the Sith before the great disappearance of half the galaxy to the Netherworld, the Ascendancy might not welcome the Sith with open blue arms today, but Sage's operation to squash dissidents was a good start to ensuring there would be no decade-long war with the Ascendency.

The order was given and One Sith troops began to file through the spaceport with Sage at their command. Wearing an elaborate set of cold weather armor weave he huffed into his gloved hands. How did the Chiss deal with this fething cold? If only he had a certain lovely One Sith Knight to warm him up after the battle, he would feel alot less grumbly.

 

[Micah Talith]

Obj: Echo??
Location: Tachyon Rising - Titan Mining facilities
Allies: ???
Enemies: ???

Micah was here to get a bit of intel on former Titan Industries as well as the local Ascendancy. It was a grim realization that 8,000 had been brutally murdered in the old Coporo facility. But here? On Csilla? There were one or two mining facilities. Nothing major, but definitely something to look into.

Unfortunately...that didn't include coming face to face with a one sith fleet or their cohorts.

Kark!

The Sicadarius Stealth Yacht was outside the small warehouse, and he himself inside. Welp, time to try and get as much as he could out before he was found out!

A quick zap of a force stun to one of the Chiss workers knocked the guard out cold. Okay... now what sort of mining were we talking about.

 

[Amarthaer Saptheth]

Objective: Stop Chiss dissidents
Location: Csaplar spaceport, with [member="Sage Bane"]
Allies: Sage Bane
[1/20]

Given how their first training session had progressed, Xiarr hadn't expected to continue his apprenticeship under the Chiss hybrid for any length of time. After all, the two were near complete opposites in every aspect. Where the other valued passion he himself was possessed of a generally apathetic attitude. But perhaps it was that which drove them together, allowing the relationship to remain where it would have otherwise fallen apart. That didn't necessarily mean the two of them got along even remotely when master and apprentice chanced to travel together. That was just as much his own fault as it was the other man's, but the enmity between them was present nonetheless. It was an unavoidable thing, merely another fact of life, just as anything else.

The twists and turns of their interactions brought him to the planet of Csilla, the homeworld of the Chiss. Once before its inhabitants had been under control of the Sith, before events had transpired to turn that on its head. But now they had returned to exert that same authority once again, for better or worse. It wasn't an endeavor he had any particular feelings about one way or another. After all, as an acolyte of the One Sith he was at the lowest in the chain of command, and thus not possessed of his own say in the matter. But he wouldn't have ignored the request otherwise. This was a chance to accomplish more than what was capable during his training. A chance to finally test himself during a scenario that wasn't entirely fabricated.

Clad in much of same outfit as his Master he walked alongside the man, well aware of the stalemate that had risen between them previously and still lingered even now. Briefly that nearly colorless ice blue gaze cut to the man next to him. "What do you wish?"

Spoiler

I'll be out of town beginning tonight, and won't get back until sometime Sunday night. I'll be posting again sometime Monday, just to keep everyone updated.

 

[The End Narrator]

Objective: Stop Chiss Dissidents
Location: Csaplar Spaceport
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Xiarr Raeth"]
[1/20]

She was not an apprentice, nor a Master – just a prized trophy in the possession of [member="Darth Vornskr"]. However, Vornskr wasn't here, he had left her in the care of Sage Bane had instructed her to follow his every order regardless of what it was - or face punishment. There was something different though with Malum though, she wasn’t a crazed driven young girl, not yet anyways. She was distant and quiet. The entire trip, she had been quiet and subtle – which was against her normal behavior, well if one would truly consider her behavior normal.

Could it be the cold of Csilla? Memories biting away at the grey matter within her skull? There was another cold planet she was on, Ilum is what it was called. Yes, that is where she was taken by her handler and – suddenly she’d hiss out of nowhere, attracting the attention of a trooper who just happened to be too close to her when she reacted to her memories. She’d snap her gaze over to him and close the distance within a flash, rising up on her tip-toes in order to be face to face with him. “IS THERE SOMETHING THE MATTER!?” She tilted her head and began laughing maniacally. “DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE!?”

Her laughing abruptly stopped as she brought her hands to her face to caress the painted scars with black fingered gloves. A sinister look would cross her facial features as her hands came off her own face and began to touch the face of the trooper she was infront of. Her tone would soften, as she tilted her head the opposite direction. She'd bring her voice to a whisper. “How about we touch that pretty face of yours up, hmm?” Her left hand would slowly pull away and begin to slide down her side and reach behind her back, towards the pommel of her blade. “YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD USE A FEW ALTERATIONS!”

Spoiler

OOC - Edited for well, taste. *bows furiously*

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Chiss Ascendancy's Biosafety Level 4 Lab - housed under an ice mountain outside of Csaplar
Allies/Enemies: OS - to be determined; [member="Darth Venefica"]
(1/20)

A deep breath was let out slowly before Ari leaned down and positioned herself over the microscope like she'd done hundreds of times before, but this time the findings would be significant if they rang true. The Chiss Xenobiologist, who specialized in cures and treatment protocols for infectious diseases, was on the verge of a breakthrough, or at least she hoped it was after all the trials, tribulations, and time spent on this particular project.

Crimson eyes blinked a couple of times to allow them to focus upon the specimen slide that had been highly magnified to show every minute detail. In particular, the blue-skinned near-human was interested in the how the cells had changed from the previous one checked exactly six hours after using serum 235; a new anti-viral Ari had been intensely working on over the last several months. Methodically the doctor went through her check list, noting what she saw and internally interrupting the data before her.

Unexpectedly, a whirling click was heard as the outer chamber door to the Level 4 lab opened with a hiss. Ari looked up from the work counter inside the sealed inner chamber fully dressed in a biohazard suit; glowing red eyes showing her disapproval of being disturbed during her research time.

"I was not expecting any visitors today… What is it?" she inquired, taking in the stranger that appeared with the tour guide. This it seemed was not just any visitor...

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2. Stop Chiss dissidents, fight with some or all of [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Location: Csaplar Spaceport
Allies: 300 expendable One Sith soldier NPCs, my acolyte who hates me [member="Xiarr Raeth"] [member="Darth Malum"]
2/20

As the Sith commander and his team spilled out of the space port, the first wave of soldiers raced out into the streets to meet their foes. In a matter of minutes blaster fire rang out in the streets accompanied by sharp screams. Sage's head whipped around to face his Acolyte who had finally decided to join him. His lateness was nothing new. The young Rattataki showed not one iota of respect for his Master, and Sage was usually a few choice words away from simply beating the boy.

"What do you wish, Master?" Sage corrected his insolent whelp of an Acolyte. By some grace of his heart, he had suffered Xiarr's bad attitude for all of these months, and managed to train him regardless. However, if an "accident" happened to Xiarr, something involving, say copious amounts of Force lightning, as it had with his first Acolyte, who ironically was quite reverent, Sage was sure that the other Hands and Voices would find their fellow Hand beyond culpability.

"I want you to show some enthusiasm for battle, Acoylte Xiarr," he continued. "Right now you look about as excited as a wet rag. Remember, the dark side feeds on passion and emotion. Try, um, feeling something for a change."

Speaking of emotions, Sage's other charge, the Sith Knight, Darth Mallum, was feeling enough for all of them. She was either laughing, or crying, Sage couldn't tell which, as well as harassing his soldiers. At the moment, it looked as if she were about to bisect one just for fun.

"Knight Mallum!" he barked, flinging an angry glare her way, his voice dripping with scorn. "I appreciate your enthusiasm for bloodshed, but if it's all the same to you, the Dark Lord would rather us save it for our enemies and not his expensive soldiers."

Skiing...he could have been skiing.

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

OBJECTIVE: 4, Assist in the Snowball Fight
LOCATION: Slopes, near dropship
ALLIES: [member="Vrag"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Carach"]
{1/20}

War was tiring. It was draining, both mentally and physically. Even those who craved it needed to take breaks every once in awhile. Some found themselves needing to retire at some point. To just be... done with it. Maybe Nyx should have taken her chance to quit when she died. She could have gone wherever she wanted, helped whoever she pleased, and, perhaps, she could have used her ghostly powers to kill those who needed to be killed. Better yet, she could have simply gone to sleep, never to be seen again.

Instead she had chosen to rejoin the tide of war.

Battles had been waged. She had helped in some fights, while merely observing in others. On more than one occasion she simply watched, smirked, and did her best to irritate her fellows. Why?... The woman was a jerk. 'Twas what she was good at. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism designed to cover her own flaws. More likely, however, she was simply the type to enjoy the suffering of others, especially when she was the one to cause it. Nyx was a Sith, after all. One born and raised on Dromand Kaas.

Vacations hadn't come often to her. Not even before her service in the army, despite her family's position of power. Most days had been spent training or learning things the hard way. If one asked the Zorren if she'd like a break they'd have trouble getting a real answer out of her. Fighting was clearly what she existed to do- it was the reason she had been conceived in the first place. To abandon her duties (or what she perceived to be such) for even a moment would have sounded absurd to her back when she was alive.

Of course, she was undeniably dead.

"Matsu, do you wanna build a snowman?" The voice of the Hand caught her attention, drawing her focus away from her musings about conflict. Turning her head let her see something she hadn't been expecting... both her killer and her killer's friends were playing in the snow. 'Twas a rather amusing sight, truly, and one part of her wished to join in on. What would the Firrerreo think of such? Would her dislike of the spirit grow? Eh, probably. But this seemed like far to much fun for the spirit (freed from some responsibilities by her demise) to ignore.

Without much hesitation she used the force to lift up some snow. Smirking a bit she compacted the white fluff just enough to keep it together before smoothing out the edges. Slowly she shaped it, turning it into a near-perfect sphere. The ultimate snowball. As her smirk turned into a full-out grin she launched it at the wrestling duo in the hopes of having it hit Carach's head.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: 1. Interact with (Assassinate a member of) the ruling houses of the Chiss Ascendency.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location: A Snow Cave on Csilla.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: Target, security forces.
1/20[/SIZE]


Saiah had never seen this much snow before, In her experience it had been as caps on distant mountains or as a thin blanket on some temperate planet in the winter. Now the Rattataki girl was sitting in a cave made of the stuff. It crept into every little crevice as water, bringing cold and wetness with it. She so far, she hated it. Saiah was clad in layers upon layers of varied materials. Some to keep the snow and water out, some to keep the warmth in.

Unlike some, she was not here for the climate exactly. She had received a mission to eliminate a member of a Ruling Family on behalf of another Ruling Family, preferably without leaving traces of Sith involvement. Reasons? From what she had gathered, the target in question was opposing cooperation with the Sith and funding dissident groups throughout the system. For the sake of the Sith and the Ascendency, he had to die. Not a bad reason, as reasons to end lives go. Yet Saiah was feeling uneasy about this mission.

Her pale eyes darted over to the Chiss crouching beside her. He was a splicer, setting up a connection to the target’s surveillance. They were not far from the house; in fact, she could see it from just outside her cave. The reasons why she was not out there looking were obvious. She had to stay undetected. As she looked at the splicer, she wondered how much they paid him for his silence, or if he even knew what was about to happen, if he knew what he was sitting right next to. It did not take much longer before the young looking blue-skinned splicer smiled and gave Saiah the datapad he had been working on. He had successfully tapped into an array of surveillance cameras, which gave Saiah just the information she needed to plot the perfect route. She smiled back at him.

“Thank you. You may go now Micoper. I can handle it form here.”

She handed him a credit chip as a tip, he gathered up his gear and headed outside into the snow. Saiah’s gaze followed his steps and as he disappeared from sight, she focused entirely on the datapad. She could not let herself be distracted before such an important task. Focus, focus is key.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[1/20]​

Objective: #? That is the question, isn't it....
Location: Space.
Allies: @One Sith&friends

Tanek floated in space above the frosty planet. He was fashionably late, but at present time he was too grumpy to be bothered. They'd just have to deal. He arrived in... a ship. He hadn't bothered to ask what type it was. It flew. Through space. That was enough. Truth was, the Togruta had been too grumpy to care. It had taken him away from Korriban. He liked Korriban. But as always, Tanek was ready to serve, so he had been forced to cut his little vacation short.

He had recently been promoted to the rank of Knight. Tanek was a fan of history, Sith history to be precise. He had been recruited by Sage Bane on Coruscant, and had since been directed towards the Voice of the Dark Lord, Darth Vornskr. Ever since that first week, when he had been given free access to his library, he had longed to visit Korriban, home of the Sith, burial ground of the ancient Dark Lords. After his promotion, he had traveled there, to learn, to grow. It was a treat to himself. And now he had been ripped away from its warm embrace. And for what? Snow? Great.

It hadn't been that long since Glee Anselm, but the Sith War Machine was a never-ending beast. Like the Dark Side, it constantly hungered for more. This time it was the Chiss who stood next in line to be subjugated. How he was going to help with that situation was something he was still working on. He had time to think, as he plotted in a course for the ship, and began his descent towards the planet surface. He sensed Sage Bane was down there somewhere. The two had worked together on numerous occasions, and had established some sort of bond. Perhaps he would pester him.

 

[The End Narrator]

Objective: Stop Chiss Dissidents
Location: Csaplar Spaceport
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Xiarr Raeth"]

2/20

Malum tensed as her name was abruptly called – no, more like flinched and slowly withdrew herself from the face of the Sith trooper. She brought her hand down that was touching his face, the other moving away from the blade while her eyes diverted away and down from her previous target. It was as if she was being verbally punished for her actions and it was enough to cause her to back off. She mumbled under her breath as she turned away and took a few steps from the formation and placed both hands infront of herself, keeping her head low. ‘Look at what you have done, he will tell Lord Vornskr for sure…’ She shook her head softly and bit her lip, holding back tears. ‘Punishment is going to come, just wait…’ Was she to respond to him? If she didn’t – she would most certainly get more punishment.

“As you wish.” She said in a quivering voice, her head bowed and gaze diverted to the ground. She dared not look up. Mixed emotions flowed through her mind like a raging river. Everything from embarrassment to rage, she didn’t know what else to do. “What is your bidding, Hand of the Dark Lord?” She said in a tone that shifted from a sad, choked up tone to a more stoic and obedient one. Her emphasis on the end of her words meant she was paying attention and knew her place but was testing her boundaries with Sage Bane. Something she commonly practiced with [member="Darth Vornskr"].

‘He’s just going to embarrass you again…’ Her thoughts caused her to snarl, a little less obvious than normal but she kept her head low enough to conceal it. ‘More punishment for little Malum who wasn’t good enough to go with Lord Vornskr…’ Her teeth would grind to such a point that the snarl became an obvious upper lip movement, exposing her teeth and causing her facial expression to shift to one of displeasure. ‘Just like you’re not good enough for [member="Liam Quez"] or anyone else for that matter…’ The mention of Liam caused her to stop and her expression would fall blank, but only for a brief moment – and somewhere in her mind, the soft voice of Mira Gyndar would speak from the depths. ‘Liam, he was going to save me…’

Then the rush of anger filled her and caused the remnants of her old essence to fade as the face of [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] came into play. ‘But she stopped him, she thought I was a monster…’ Her hands would fall down to her sides and clench into fists, nails attempting to pierce through the leather protecting her fingers. ‘I will make them all suffer for what they have done.’

 

[Komo]

Objective 2: Break things/Kill stuff
Location: Meeting with Chiss Defence Forces/ Getting to the front lines
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]; [member=Reverance] ; [member="Maja Vern"] ; [member="Xiarr Raeth"] ; [member="Darth Malum"]
Posts: [1/20]

The sky was a dull blue as she entered the Chiss Defence Headquarters with a dramatic gust of wind of her own. Style, she had to arrive in style. With that in mind, Greta had decided to forgo her armour on this particular occasion and had suited up in her casual outfit . Her cowl was up, sheltering her from the icy elements that she had entered from. Stepping forward with a purposeful gait and a determined gaze, she looked towards a group of Chiss Officers as the young Sith approached.

"Has he arrived?" "Who?" "Why, the Wrath of course, you twit!" She finished with a menacing smile, which seemed to jolt one of them off his momentary daze. "Yes, milady, the Wrath was just here a couple of moments ago." "Where's the front line then?" The Chiss officers then pointed towards the large screen displayed right in front of them. One of the officers pointed towards a blip marked on the screen, indicating their current location on the war front. Looks like that was the place to be.

Greta knew that her master, [member="Darth Venefica"] was on the icy cold ball of a planet, and hating every minute of it. She was not a fan of the cold, and especially not snow. Loving science and alchemy as much as she did, the young apprentice knew that she was probably trying to partner with the Chiss and their laboratories trying to cook up some new weapon or concoction. The girl, however was different. She craved destruction. She revelled in combat. The apprentice loved to mete out punishment to those deserving that had stood up against them.

And that was the purpose she was here. To group up with the like-minded and crush the dissidents that had formed up like vermin. With all the information that she had now in her fingertips, she left the base as quickly as she came, climbing onboard a speeder, racing towards the warfront where the vanguard of the One Sith forces had gathered with the newly promoted hand, [member="Sage Bane"] among others.

Murder and mayhem awaits.

 

[Lassiter]

Objective: Not-Die
Location: Unknown Snowy Wasteland
Allies: Herself. (also [member="Maja Vern"]?)
Post: 2/20

One deep breath was followed by another as the acolyte took the first step in the right direction. Sena wasn’t known to be the sulking kind. She had her moments, they all did, but to sit around and sulk would not serve her well in the slightest. She had to keep moving despite the overwhelming will to just call it a day. She wasn’t built for this but perhaps that was just half the challenge.

With a second deep breath and a quick exhale she got up from the ground. The piece of cloth covered her mouth again and Sena found her pale skin embracing the newfound warmth with all it had as the pale-skinned acolyte set off once more into the snowy abyss.

She had to focus. Things weren’t in her favor. She was weak and a wreck of uncertainty. Each crunch beneath the sole of boots felt like a warning that something was coming her way but there was not ever anything there. It was just an acolyte’s fear in it’s most pure and simple form which for all it was worth she let linger. Fear was good, fear was useful. Fear was only a gateway.

She approached the cliff with a great amount of skepticism. Her options could be trimmed down to two alternatives. The short way or the long way, jump off the cliff or walk around. Looking over the edge it was all the more obvious what her mind was even toying with. Either she had a mighty drop or a massive detour. One was safe and the other required a lot more faith.

In truth she already knew there was only one option available to her. One foot backed off from the cliff and was followed by another. She couldn’t believe she was even considering this. Out of all the dumb things she had ever done this item would top the list.

Rushing the edge she gave it all she had to leap into the unknown destiny that awaited her. The rush of air and the extreme panic was enough to last a lifetime. The fall seemed to go on forever until eventually the girl hit the ground rolling, and rolling, and rolling until finally she remained immobile on the ground. A cough forced her lips apart as the world itself had taken to the idea of spinning around as well.

Shakily Sena sat up and stared up at where she had leapt from. By no means did she ever intend to do that again. Not ever.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: 1. Interact with (Assassinate a member of) the ruling houses of the Chiss Ascendency. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location: A Snow Cave on Csilla.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: Target, security.
2/20[/SIZE]

After collecting the necessary data, Saiah closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. She wrapped her legs under her in the lotus position and straightened her posture. Her breath slowed, and she could feel the icy sting of the cold air in her lungs. The young Rattataki Knight brought her mind to focus, focus on the task ahead. She visualised the entry point, the guards she would have to “take care of”. She would need the thumb of one to gain entry to her target’s study. The study was soundproofed and without cameras, just perfect. It was probably used for all sorts of shady business. Too perfect? Good planning and adequate resources, nothing more.

As she meditated, she flicked a golden coin over her fingers. Back and forth over her knuckles it went. It was a relic from her short career as a fighter in the Gladiatorial games of Rattatak. Payment for the first life she ever took. A skull crested in bones adorned the one side and on the opposite, two serpents bit each other’s tails. It could have bought her food for a week, or it could have bought her enough spice to obliterate her young mind. Yet she had kept it as a reminder: Value earned in strife by besting death, or as Saiah summarised it in her mantra: Success or death.

She opened her eyes; it was time she got to her work. Saiah put the coin in its own little pocket of her robes, and the datapad she secured on her hip. She made sure her wrist blade emerged and secured itself properly. It would be catastrophic if it were to fail. She also checked her blaster, making sure it was fully charged and could withstand the cold. She had brought a vibrodagger, so to avoid leaving wounds identifiable as from a lightsabre. Again, Discretion was key. Finally, in case of emergencies she had her trusted lightsabre secured in her sash. She wrapped herself in a large white cloak, helping her to blend in with the snow. Then she stepped out of her little cave and into the blazing cold.

After it all blew over, she would have another cup of that warm, sweet beverage she had tasted on her initial briefing, it was delicious. Work first - beverage later.

 

[Reverance]

Objective 2: Infiltrating base
Location: Outside his victims base
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
[2/20]

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Soft steps, through the fierce sprint of a War Master, shifted into nothingness behind drifts of snow: ever mobile, like dunes in the sand. His cloak moved about him, ferociously requesting removal, to reveal the war-torn armor beneath. Phrik and dinged, it reveled in an age of haggardness that remained hidden beneath the cowl. As he approached the facility, the dull ache of the snow storm illuminating a tempest distaste for all presence beyond it's own, he placed a heavy back against the cold duracrete wall and sighed. Pulling Ole Beaut from his back, he fed the slugs into their metal carapace.

Idle hands worked to unsheath the weapons he had decided to bring, listening to the scurry of rats in their box. He looked up towards the lackluster sky, hands shifting against the weapon, as he placed its barrel between arm and chest and patted down his belt. Pulling a smoke grenade from his belt, he clipped it to the chest straps of leather along the war-torn before kicking back and dislodging the metal door from the bolt. It swung open with a thud and he spun, aiming down the shotgun to peer into an empty hallway.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J706nfqOXQQ​

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Thump, thump, thump! His movement was a jolt as he ran down the hallway. The first door to the right, he spun the shotgun and smacked to his right, hitting a descenter square in the face with the pistol grip. Hopping inward, with ole beaut thrown to the side, he lifted the figure by his pants and shirt and launched him back into the hallway. The duracrete splintered and cracked beneath the pressure as the Chiss bounced from the walls surface and Gabriel was on him again, lifting him up with one arm and delivering a headbutt directly on the imprint of the pistol grip, between the brow and bridge of nose. Flinging the man to his left, he knelt quickly and pick up the shotgun before turning to his right and throwing it with a side fling.

Like a sickle with a shadow, Gabriel followed the weapon as it clipped the knee of another, likely checking the sounds in the hallway. As the man had his legs kicked out, Gabriel punched upwards with the aid of the force, sending the man flat bodied into the tiled ceiling to knock out squares and lights alike. As he fell, Gabriel lifted the shotgun and stepped hard onto the mans neck, feeling the crunch before firing a slug down the hall into the formerly thrown figure. He had no interest in hiding his presence and as he looked towards the door in front of him, he felt the timid presence of those waiting for him. And he thrived on it.

He pumped the shotgun, pushing out a spent round and popping his own neck with a twisted tilt. The shell fell softly upon the dead body of the Chiss, smoke rising peacefully from it's hull.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2. Stop Chiss dissidents, fight with some or all of [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Location: Csaplar Streets
Allies: 300 expendable One Sith soldier NPCs, my acolyte who hates me [member="Xiarr Raeth"] plus [member="Darth Malum"] and [member="Tanek Santii"]
3/20

The last body of the dissident attackers slumped to the ground, cut down by Sith soldiers. A few moments later Chiss commanders from the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force came trotting up to Sage with their soldiers following behind. They were preparing to squash flare-ups to the North and West of the city. Their numbers were smaller than Sage expected. Although he shouldn't be surprised since the Chiss prized efficiency and abhorred expendability. Although this cultural trait wasn't so much about the value of life as it was the loathing of wastefulness, It was said that the Chiss even frowned upon suicide. As tactics were being discussed, Sage felt a disturbance in the Force. Jedi They were here in Csaplar and they were close.

"What is your bidding? Hand of the Dark Lord," came the woman's voice. Sage turned his gaze towards the fragile soul that was [member="Darth Malum"]. Wait, was she riding piggyback on one of his soldiers?

"Come down off that soldier at once!"

Sage stood before the two Sith, nodding his head back and forth between Darth Mallum and [member="Xiarr Raeth"].

"The three of us will sweep north and assist the Csillan soldiers in rounding up the dissidents. I sense the presence of Jedi in the city. If they are who I think they are, they will be helping dissidents escape. We will bring them to heel."

The last thing Sage did was flick on his commlink to brief [member="Tanek Santii"] on their location. With Jedi now drawn to the Sith like a moth to a flame, it wouldn't hurt to have newly-minted Knight Santii along as well. There would be no need to tell the Togruta who he was. He and Tanek had been inseparable since Tanek had joinged the One Sith, having taken a vested interest in the young Togruta's training since Sage himself had found the boy wandering the streets of the Coruscant Undercity.

"Knight Santii, listen carefully. When you land at the Csaplar spaceport, head North. Coordinates will be sent to your Datapad."

Before he clicked off his comm, he left the Togruta an ominous warning.

"Be on the lookout for Jedi."

 

[Liliane]

Objective: Destroy the Sith
Location: Capital City
Allies: The Covenant, Enemies of the Sith
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Darth Raven"] & [member="Saiah"]
Post: [ 02/20 ]

What would the Sith do to gain control over a planet? Would they go and kill the current rulers? It was logical to think that way, that was the most Sithy way of gaining dominion over a planet.

Lilin stood up with a quick motion and started running towards one of the most noble and honourable ruling family's house. She was sure they would attack there first. It had to be true or else she would have been a huge disaster, doing absolutely nothing useful.

She ran, at the same time trying to sense if there was any darkness nearby. The corruption inside her may have fooled her slightly, but she could tell she was headed in the right direction. The Sith had to be destroyed.

Her legs started hurting, they were numb, they were sore. But she would keep running. She was still too far away, too aimless, too useless.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9szldJEzD5U[/youtube]​

Objective: Wouldn't you like to know!
Location: You're really inquisitive, aren't you? (Stop asking questions :L)
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Darth Malum"], [member="Tanek Santii"]
Post Count: 1/20

Oh, Csilla. Sweet darling Csilla. Cold and merciless like the hearts of the Sith who encroached upon it from the darkened stars, but there was one whose blackened heart swallowed all others in it's entropic existence. The lumbering warship, the Black Iron Tyrant, trudged through the inky void of nothingness alongside the rest of the Imperial fleet that had assembled in Chiss space, most notably the fleet included members of the newly created Black Sword Command. A massive armada of forty-five warships created by the will of the Dark Lord to scour the Unknown Regions and claim it for the Sith, and Csilla was but one of many who would soon feel the oppressive hate of the dark side. While there were many powerful Sith Lords and Ladies who had flocked to the planet to partake in the glorious acquisition of the Chiss homeworld, the world fell into the direct jurisdiction on only one whom answered to none but the Dark Lord himself.

Darth Vornskr, Voice of the Dark Lord, Warden of Galactic Sector One, the Butcher King, and the Flayer of Flesh among many, many other titles bestowed upon him by those he had commanded and those he had ravaged in his long career as a conqueror.

Many who directly served under him were already planet-side, but he contacted one whom he was familiar with but who was considered his political equal. The officers on the bridge of the Star Dreadnaught quickly tapped at the screen of their consoles as the lights dimmed and the intimidating appearance of Vornskr seated upon a throne of jagged black iron bathed in a phantasmal blue glow appeared before the one known as Sage Bane from a communications probe that had nonchalantly floated up his direction before suddenly initiating the call: "Lord Hand, report your progress."

 

[Spark Finn]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Leaving Coren’s Angel’s Headquarters A.K.A his ship[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Micah Talith"] maybe, maybe not[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enerrrmies: Sith popsicles made with natural sugar [member="Sage Bane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]x<20[/SIZE]

"No friendlies yet, Coren. If there are any evacs, we'll get them. If there are any friendlies looking for, well, us, I've transmitted an encrypted code on some of the refugee and friendly channels we had in the database."

It was probably better that he didn't ask how she got access to those records.

Tugging at her coat, she gripped her datapad with her other hand and exited the ship into the Chiss hangar, in stride with Coren. There was an annoying itch at the base of her scarfed-up neck. That itch usually didn't mean anything good and it wasn't because of the fabric softener.

"Incoming signal. There's a group of Chiss scientists bogged down a click or so away. Got any ideas on distractions so I can get to them and show them the way?"

Speckled-face looked away from the datapad screen to Coren's blue eyes.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: En Route to War-Duel
Allies: Coren’s Angels, [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] and Covenant kids
Enemies: Probably [member="Sage Bane"] and any Chiss who think the Sith are a smart move
3/20

Coren knew that some how Spark would get all the data they needed. He wasn’t really too concerned on the how, just that it was done. Really, did he need to know? Nope. He was here to get a ship full of evacs and fly them out, while dropping him and his Angels down to start causing a little bit of ruckus for the Sith. He really wasn’t a fan of the Sith.

Or the Jedi.

Or anyone who let their Forcers rule their government in a Force-fashion.

Separation of church and state, man. No taxation without representation.

And as he didn’t have tea to throw into the harbor?

He’d just have to break some faces, and start taking shots at the Sith that were around. And when he spoke, a little bit of Chiss lilt crept into his voice. “I’ve got one idea.” He looked around the hangar and as much as he’d love to see the Mako sitting there, a Chiss combat airspeeder would have to do. He could do some damage, take shots at Sith troopers and help clear the way. When they got to the other end? He’d figure out step two. For now it was clearing the path. "Rek, Ana, can you handle things in this area? I'm sure we'll have Sith swarming this hangar, and we'll be sending refugees this way. Rising has our escape route planned if anything happens."

“Can you transmit the location to my HUD?” He made his way over to the airspeeder. “Trust me drivin’?” He grinned. Word was that Jared Starchaser cut his teeth on one of these. Kaia, well, she had a Clawcraft to break her cherry in flight. Only one thing could beat Chiss Engineering and that was Corellian. Still, he made his way to the airspeeder and started a psychometric scan to find the... yeah, that was it. Code to start the vehicle, the repulsors roared to life. Two blaster cannons, standard.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Underground Science Facility
Objective: Creating Bioweapons and Zombies
Allies: [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]
Posts: 3/20

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahZFObpKRXg[/youtube]​

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After the swtich from her outfit to that of a biohazard suit, her guide led her into one of the labs. The moment they stepped inside one of the scientists, a Chiss woman, looked up from her workstation, speaking mainly to her guide about not expecting any visitors today. The guide began to open his mouth until the Sith Lady raised her right hand, putting a halt to what ever words he was about to spew. ​

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"I am Darth Venefica," she said to the Chiss scientist.​

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The Sith Lady peered over the woman's shoulders trying to gauge what she was working on. Once her quick scan was completed, she was unable to make heads or tails of what the woman was working on. Nonetheless, Darth Venefica was not only here to aid these scientists but further her own knowledge as well. And perhaps this girl would be the one to help her.​

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"You are dismissed," she ordered the tour guide, earning a confused look from him. The guide turned on his booted heels and departed the lab.​

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"If you would be so kind as to explain to me what you are working on?" The Chiss woman just stared at her. "Forgive me...I'm here to lend assistance to your band of merry scientists. If you are willing, perhaps we can learn from one another....if not, I can always for...er....seek out another scientist."​

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Darth Venefica turned to head toward the exit adding over her shoulder, "Of course if your work is promising....I can promise you your own lab....complete with your own staff....and a more reasonable settlement."​