A Game of Thrawns (OS Dominion of Csilla)

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: Help Sitara not feel bored
Location: Outside in the cold
Allies:[member="Sitara Qin"]
Enemies: Whoever gets between me and Sitara Qin
[post 2/20]

A holiday? Did Xander need one. Everyday was a holiday in some regards. Sitara ensured that when they were together there was plenty of leisure activity, though some would consider it strenuous as well. The monarch enjoyed being with his lover. Today was a surprise as he wrapped up business early, and went looking for the woman who had been his companion since she aided him on a trip to Munto Codru. He owed his life to her as she had been there for him after the episode with the amulet. He would never be able to repay her for that.

His attire was designed to keep him warm, and the skiis which he had would get him down the hill. The others were securing the planet, some assissns had targets, Xander did not. His work would come later as those who would resist further would rise. For now the force user remained discreet in his abilities except for his searching out the brunette lover of his.

"Find anything fun to do yet, my dear," Xander broadcasted to her after locating her aura. "Come find me. I have a surprise for you."

 

[Sitara Qin]

Objective: 4. Kiss the Chiss Xander Blackmoore
Location: Some Cabin
Allies: One Sith | [member="Xander Blackmoore"]
Enemies: Jedi Prudes
2/20

‘Come find me. I have a surprise for you.’

The words gently caressed the back of her mind and Sitara rubbed her hands together eagerly. So far, there hadn’t been too much for her to do in this planet; considering that she was simply here to much around instead of actually causing some havoc. That would come later, and it was quite inevitable—especially now that she had a considerably handsome partner to kill time with.

She zipped up her jacket and looked around. Her pale uggs planted prints in the snow as she walked, trying to find Xander’s location. She began to treck, following Xander’s force signature. Each signature was unique after all, and Sitara knew his very well. She moved, trecking up Csilla’s wide snow-covered hills.

‘I’m coming for you~’ She sang, broadcasting her thoughts back to him. She was eager to locate him, eager to jump into his arms. As she moved, she hoped he stayed in place. She wanted to play hide-and-seek, not some twisted form of tag.

As she climbed up the hill, she saw his form. Of course, she only saw the back of his head and his tell-tale ponytail which she wanted to chop off. He hadn’t let her yet. Running in the snow was hard, but she managed to do it. She jumped on his back and planted a kiss on his stubble-covered cheek.

“Hiiiiii~”

 

[Micah Talith]

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

Things were looking well. Still no one managed to figure out he was here. Good. The next few minutes would be spent taking crates of refined durasteel ore, along with some other general equipment. He found some interesting droid parts that he figured Kai would like to have, so he put them in a crate. It was honestly just grabbing and nabbing what he could.

This was when he found a great find. Asherian mineral ore and a bit of Asherian armorweave. Not completely crafted into the final product but the stock material. Likely the rough This would come in handy in case he wanted to craft something. What little bit he could get he also would take.

Okay, he was starting to press his luck. Perhaps it was time to start seriously considering getting back to the ship and burning lines in the sky.

 

[Lassiter]

Location: Snowy Wasteland
Objective: Be annoyed
Mentions: [member="Darth Valdra"].
Post: 4/20 - Blaze it.

But their angry bites never came for the acolyte as in their place came the spraying of blood to cover her entire coat with it’s crimson touch. A much aggravated Sena, already angered at her situation, was never able to alleviate it all on the prey she would have chosen. Instead it had been taken away from her by a man and his sword.

She stared at him bitterly. Those were hers to take, she didn’t need to be rescued or be placed in a damsel-in-distress role. Sena had it under control but now she would never be able to find that out. At least not during this exercise.

“Thank you.” She said out of common courtesy. “I was assigned by my master to-”

The girl was interrupted by another set of low growls. The familiar growls and the lurking silhouettes in the distance that she would never mistake for any other. The hounds of Vahl were here and they were coming right for her. They were the means of which her master trained her and right now their arrival meant only one thing.

Breach of conduct.

It wasn’t the first time the girl had done it. Conduct had been breached many times before as it would seem a sacrifice for the goddess was not an act you could perform at just any time you wanted in the streets. There had to be meaning to a kill. It was like a way to bring yourself forward or to learn something but still not get carried away with while you were at it. It would work to temper her bloodlust just like this exercise was to harden her will.

Except that never happened.

The arrival of another participant had her observers reevaluating the situation. The hounds came closer.

“What have you done?” The girl stared at the newly arrived Sith Lord in terror. “Do you have any idea how-”

They grabbed her by the arms. No matter how many times she screamed at them to let her go and no matter how hard she tried to spin herself out of their grip there was just no way for her to stop them from dragging her away from the scene. They tossed her aboard their ship and without a word they went on their way home.

The weak died and the strong-willed prospered. A lesson Sena would have to learn at another time. For now all she had to look forward to was a weekend in isolation. Sena’s complete terror and hopelessness would be the last thing Darth Valdra ever saw of her at this time.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Unknown Snowy Wasteland/
Objective: Open to interuptation
Allies: [member="Sena Lassiter"]
Enemies: Those one people ]
2/20

https://soundcloud.com/zero_dev/kate-chruscicka-requiem-of-a-dream


Darth Valdra did not really care for her thank you, she was out her playing with animals when the Sith needed all the able bodies they could get; for the Dark Lord. Valdra was about to speak when he felt the approach of multiple Force Users of some sort. Before he knew it the Hounds of Vahl, beings he was not familiar with, came onto the scene. They grabbed her and took her away before Valdra acted, or maybe he didn't want to act, we will never know.

Two Hounds apparently decided to stay behind and punish Valdra for ruining something, this was no surprise the way his luck had been going. They both ignited their red lightsabers and moved in unison, curious. Valdra smiled at what was about to transpire, but if he had known these were [member="Darth Isolda"] hounds he might not have done this. Though maybe he would just buy her a fancy dinner and call it even. The Hounds charged him, one from the right and one from the left, time to put this overly long sword to an advantage. Valdra turned his body and hit the right one away and then bring his blade over his head he blocked the one coming behind him. He then pivoted his foot and ran his blade through the one on the right, but did not take back his blade quick enough so he grabbed the second hound by the face/mask and crushed releasing a nice Force Lightning to the face that would cook him to a nice, well done level, maybe Valdra would open a resturant with this cooking.

What Valdra did not expect was the first Hound, the one STILL ON HIS SWORD to still be going and he got a slash on his arm since his sword was long and the Hound was at a distance. This angered the white haired lord, he ripped his blade out, letting the second one fall to the snow. He then turned on the Hound that should have been dead or at least appear to be heading there. Valdra held his sword at the ready and so did the hound. They both lundged for each other, the hound attacking with a two handed grip and Valdra with a one handed grip. They both danced for a moment until Valdra ducked under a slash meant for his neck and sliced the Hound in half.

He stood there, blood running down his blade and still very unsure of what had transpired, he decided it best to occupy his mind and find something to do that would help the Dark Lord's cause. He walked through the snow, heading for the city passing by areas where his brethren had already been. As he moved, he passed a hanger with a guard, [member="Anastasia Rade"], he felt the guards presences and knew she was someone of worth. He decided this ship was what he would claim for the One Sith, something was in it or the ship itself was worth something or else they wouldn't have someone so strong guarding it. He made his way slowly to her, still holding his bloody long katana. He smiled a charmingly evil smile at the woman, "Is this a present? For the Dark Lord?"

 

[Komo]

Objective: #2
Location: The Streets
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Maja Vern"] | [member="Darth Malum"] | [member="Xiarr Raeth"]
Enemies: Chiss Dissdents | Crazy Speeder Riders
Posts: [3/20]

Greta smiled proudly as the Hand commended her on her efforts on Telti. She was most proud of it as it had been her first invasion, and a victory for the One Sith at that. What a way to start. The Sith Knight then spoke, ordering them to keep a watch out for Jedi. He must have sensed their presence through the force. The acolyte then watched as a wave of dissidents rushed out into the street, firing their weapons at the Sith troopers on the front lines. The troopers returned fire in response and so the air was filled with the cacophony of exchanged blaster fire among explosions and yelling. It was then that the unexpected happened.

The Hand reached out with the force towards the front line of dissidents, halting their fire, before promptly turning their rifles around to commit suicide. She sniggered. What a waste of space they were. Apparently, that scene alone was cause enough for the second row of the rebels to flee, running for their insignificant lives. Entirely focused on the front so far, Greta turned, only to rest her eyes on the new arrival. The arrival was a togruta, male with red skin and white markings. She watched as his gaze traveled from the Hand to the rest of the entourage, lingering on hers the longest.

The girl gave him a rather charming smile at that in return of appreciation. She had heard of this badass togruta who had recently been promoted to knight, and she assumed him to be the one. His muscular built, coupled with his serious and determined look made him look fierce. Nice.

Unfortunately, Greta was not allowed to relish the moment, as out of nowhere, a speeder came charging towards them with reckless abandon. Everyone standing in the immediate vicinity to leap clear or be part of the crash. The Togruta had gotten to his feet and ignited his lightsaber, and she would proceed to follow suit. Looks like they were about to have some action of their own.

As the two of her fellow Sith attended to the unexpected, arrivals, she focused her undivided attention upon the dwindling amount of dissidents that still fought on. The battle would be won soon enough.

They were hardly a match for them.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post: 3/20]​

Objective: Do the Goddess’ will
Location: Snowy Wasteland
Allies: Now Gone
Enemies: Hmmm…
Theme: Will you recognise me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhzviFXOcxQ

‘Hey, hey, hey ,hey
Ohhh...

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away.’

She was more than just a nomad. She was more than just a Vahla. She was also someone that had promised her older sister she would fulfil her destiny and join the Ember of Vahl – just as her older sibling had. She’d met Darth Venefica and performed a test to demonstrate how earnest she was in her willingness to join the Ember. It had taken days to get the blood out from under her nails – but she had never felt more alive than when she carried that man’s still-warm heart to the shrine on Venefica’s ship.

And as she heard the hounds baying, she was oddly drawn to those memories. Like many true Vahla, she was gifted with Farseeing. As she watched the girl and the hounds there were images trying to force their way into her head. And then she sttod slack-jawed as she watched a newcomer join and leap to the girl’s…defence? No, not defence. She didn’t believe the young woman needed saving and as the young Sith explained this to the newcomer in very loud and pointed terms, she realised her initial reaction was correct. This was a test and it had been spoiled. The Sith thrived on such challenges. Her own sister had let her face a monster without any training – just to ensure she learned how to connect with her emotions. Some may see it as barbaric – but it was practical. Those not worthy died. It ensured the pool of Sith did not dilute in power. It was why Bane introduced the Rule of Two. Nowadays, Sith did not go around killing each other per se, but neither did they protect the weak. It was simply not their way.

So she wondered who the newcomer was. His aura wasn’t Light or Dark necessarily. She dismissed him and his presence in a heartbeat – for the girl once more attracted her attention. She was now overloaded with images. Coruscant, the Goddess, Venefica’s shrine. Maja nodded and turned back to her own ship before the young girl was even bundled away.

Once her business was done here, Maja would travel to the One Sith capital and meet this woman. Why? Because she had to. Where? The Force would show her. But first, there was the small matter of the Chiss to deal with.

[member="Sena Lassiter"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]

 

[Liliane]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpvGyW2ZVRc​

Objective: Destroy the Sith (Objective 1 Opposition)
Location: Ruling Family's Household
Allies: The Covenant, Enemies of the Sith
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Saiah"], [member="Darth Raven"] & [member="Darth Tauros"]
Post: [ 08/20 ]

There was seemingly no way the girl could have avoided getting hit with the woman's blaster. She could not take a step in any direction, could not parry it with anything. That was it.

She wanted to give up. And the fact that this third person had arrived -- she did sense more darkness around her -- gave her no hope of winning this fight. No matter what rank they even were, she couldn't fight three people at once as a Padawan. Her skills were limited and she could have handled one person for a short time, but not three enemies at once.

She walked away from the one she had dueled with so that she would be in the middle of all the Sith. Now she could think for a very short moment of what to do next.

"Why do you people even have to kill?" she asked, trying to slightly confuse the Sith. Because there was clearly no other way to get out of this trouble.

Well, until she would come up with a move that would let her escape.

 

[Killian]

Objective: Establish a science facility on Csilla, for the good of Kalor-Tech and the One Sith
Location: New Kalor-Tech Science Facility construction site
NPCs: 20 Advanced Security Protocol Droids, 20 G-S Construction Droids, 1 Assistant, 4 Engineers
[3/20]

"It's nearly complete, sir." The Chiss announced, causing Killian to spin around from his view of the frozen wastes. Watching a construction site had turned out unsurpisingly boring, next time he'd have to find something better to do...
"It's beautiful." He smiled, resting his gaze upon the sleek new science facility that stood before him with only a few holes to fill in. "How long till we can get it operational?"
"Depending on the time scale of this dominion sir, I'd say about a week."
"Brilliant. Get them briefed as soon as possible. There's some research to be done." Turning once again, Killian signaled with his right hand at his assistant. Noticing the gesture, the Chiss quickly opened his comms.
"Bring in the shuttle for Mr. Killian." He commanded, and within a few moments a shuttle could be seen in the distance. It didn't exactly look luxurious.
​"I definitely need my own ship..." Killian sighed, waiting for the shuttle to land properly before he could board.

Once they were both in the back and seated, he turned to his new assistant.
"Well, you haven't screwed up today. Consider yourself employed, Mr Baile." He smiled, causing the Chiss to smile back.
"Thank you, Sir." He nodded in reply, a sense of relief coming over him.
It was then that Killian noticed something. The power of control over others. It wasn't like ordering droids around, it felt much more... worthwhile...
A smirk crept upon his face. One day he would be a Sith like the rest of them. A rich and powerful Sith. They just had to wait, and they'd see.
The future was bright, with fire.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: 2: Assist Expeditionary Forces fight dissidents
Location: FOB During Force it's cold
Allies: Chiss Forces and fellow Sith
Post: [1/20]

Vengeance stood in the command room of one of the Forward Operating Bases. He hated the cold almost as much as he hated everything else. He knew he was a one trick nerf most of the time but how complicated could kill be. He turned to the Chiss CO pointing at a spot on the map.

"See this the ridge right here?" "Post men here with long range weapons." "Artillery if you have it available." "Take one company and flank here, the other hit head on." "Use the artillery firing at max range and walk it closer." "That way if they try and run they run right smack into the fire."

When the Chiss nodded Vengeance smiled. He also looked up towards what communications that were available before turning back.

"Have spotters posted to check and call targets." "I have a good idea how many Sith there are here but not where they are at." "Some of us like to jump straight into the fray."

Once he was sure everything was set Vengeance stood up giving one last instruction.

"I will lead the flanking company, you take the one hitting head on." "Remember the best way to ensure victory is to leave nobody alive to oppose you." "It has worked for us time and time again." "You want this planet then you have to fight for it." "Do so and you will earn our favor."

Without another word Vengeance turned and headed out the door praying the action of combat would warm him up. Next time they decided to conquer Vengeance was going to make sure to choose somewhere warm.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2, Capture Spark Finn.
Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Xiarr Raeth"] [member="Darth Malum"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"]
7/20

The new Hand of the Dark Lord had once taken a sojourn inside of the mealy grey matter in Coren Starchaser's head. And one very important thing he knew about Coren was his weakness for the gangly blonde technopath who had begun to backtrack her steps. Sage's nostrils flared as he continued his beeline towards Spark. Her fear was exquisite, like a sweet wine he wanted to drink to excess. As he strode forward with a determination seen in predators committed to the chase, Sage weaved his way unbidden into her mind, his voice rubbing like velvet over exposed nerve endings.

Spark. Time to finish what we started, pateesa.

Zap!

Head thrown back, a cried escaped his lips out as he felt a sharp shock to his hipbone. That little moppet had fried his commlink! He thrust his hand into his pocket and flung the useless device into the streets. Black leathery tentacles writhed at his side, their heads spraying tiny geysers of lethal poison at anyone who blocked his path.

Oh come now, Spark. I thought we were friends.

Sage suddenly moved with a preternatural speed, catching up with the small-boned blonde. He stood before her and let the Force tendril out around him. He began to attempt to insinuate itself into her mind, in the hopes that he could siphon her Force powers, feeding himself while he sucked her dry. The sweet irony of it was that Coren himself had taught Sage this very skill on Khomm. While that was happening, three black amphistaves would coil outward and attempt to wrap themselves around any flailing limbs, stopping Spark from running away from him.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Stop Chiss, be a Jedi I the streets but Sith in the sheets
Location: All caught up in you, little Spark.
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] and his disco bitches
Allies: Corens Angels [member="Spark Finn"]
6/20

He grinned as he felt her land, at least he got her to safety. The resulting tumble? Yeah, that was unexpected, he figured her momentum would be covered, but landing on him? Kind of spoiled it. He held himself so he didn’t make some awkward accidental grope of his co-pilot as he got up. She could move first, he’d move around her.

“Maybe.” He grinned.

And that was when she noticed Sage, and he noticed the monstrosity a second later. What happened to his speeder? Great, they were dealing with this sumbitch again. Coren shook his head, clearing the crash and activated his lightsaber, it was the full saber, bloodsteel hilt and Corellian-orange crystal. Something from his first world to come protect his second world.

And now was a time Coren desparately wished he had the ability to hurl lightning. Starchasers were odd, especially if they walked the line in the Force. Some dark and some light powers worked, and right now? He was throwing a stun blast at Sage in the Force while running at the mutated blight. No words would come from him, just determination in the sinking feeling he was going to cleave the Sith’s head from the rest of its disgraced body.

Coren didn’t like three things, Vong, Sith and Jedi. Mix any of the two? Even worse.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: The Hangar
Allies [member="Coren Starchaser"], and all of her fellow Angels ([member="Spark Finn"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] )
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], and some Chiss, and maybe a few other sithies
(Catching up from being away Post 2/20)

Rekha nodded as Coren offered her the gear, she afterall was not a fighter she was a bartender, an entertainer, and a smuggler. Her biggest asset some might think was visual, but in truth it was the sarcasm that ran rampant from out of her mouth. Plus the additional flirtiness.

"Ana and I can handle the hangar I'm sure" Rekha now stood in her fancy new combat duds, one hand on her hip, blaster in the other smiling at the group. Rekha looked over at Ana with her fuzzy boots, "I have to get some of those" she grinned real big.

Their job was as important as Coren's and Spark, "Now Coren, don't you go and my Sparkler hurt, or we will have to have to words" Rekha winked at Spark, she loved teasing the young woman. "You're both wearing tracking devices right, cause if we have to come out after you, I'd hate to go I in the wrong direction" She walked over to them both making sure they were wearing the tracking devices that they all put on while getting ready. "Don't make me come after you" she whispered.

If this group was getting to know her they'd know all about these comments, and why she said them. She looked to Ana, "Ok let's set up our defenses and be ready, cause you know eventually they are coming our way"

She heard Coren and Spark set off, it was then that she steeled her inner emotions, her emerald green eyes watched until they disappeared then they turned to Ana.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Objective: Interact with the Chiss Convert the little Padawan
Location: Chiss house place
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Allies: [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Saiah"], the One Sith
[3/20]

Darth Tauros let out a low, mocking laugh, twirling his blades and pointing them at Lilin. "You have so much potential. You have skills that you do not. Skills that would be developed, nurtured in a world of Sith. Join us, the Jedi are weak. We are strong." His eyes were unblinking, like that of a snakes; reading and unlocking the secrets that this Padawan possessed. Tauros began to laugh again, slightly and under his breath.

For the first time he looked around slowly and cautiously, still keeping one eye on the Padawan. He knew who one was (actually he had only heard of Darth Raven) but the other was completely foreign to him. Saih? Something like that.

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: lay off the fizzy-pop and eat more protein and fine grains
Location: streets
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] and his team!
Enerrrrmies: [member="Sage Bane"], skiing, and [member="Tanek Santii"] 's Spacebook awaiting friend request


Spark Finn's Spacebook Status: <uploadedjpeg.manwithlotsofsnakes>

The tip of her nose scrunched up in irritation as whatever pale skin on her cheeks not covered by warm layers flushed as her very personal and mental space was invaded. And he knew her name. AND he called her something as if they were on an intimate level!

Rude.

He would probably catch that thought, loud and clear. As much as she was tempted to gawk while snapping off an i-comm vine of this sith's beasties, her feet continued to back peddle. Her mental defenses began to rise, like a firewall protecting a mainframe. She blinked once and he was there. Like the trusty shell of a Gampassa, her invisible force bubble was up. Sage's beasties would slide or crash into the temporary barrier, just shy of getting around to her fleeced-form.

And just as quickly she felt...drained? Legs stumbled as it felt like she was wading through several layers of Coren's spaghetti dinner with that extra, thick sauce. She frowned as she scrambled to comprehend what was going on. Less pasta dinner? Too much Tatooine Sunkiss fizzy-pop?

She stumbled to one knee, concentration pouring into the bubble. It must've failed in some spots because one of those snakes broke through. Datapad was already in one hand as she went to test the life-proof warranty on the case and took a whack at the beast's head before it could wrap around an appendage.

Her blaster was there, somewhere. Her other hand fumbled around for it.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: 1. Assassinate a member of the ruling houses of the Chiss Ascendency. BUT FIRST! Deal with Jedi distraction.
Location: Target Estate.
Allies: [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Darth Tauros"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: Target, security, [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
8/20[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her blaster-whipping hit home, and then their melee was cut in twain by Darth Raven. Saiah recognised her from the Covenant of the Black Rose and the initial briefing. As a professional assassin, Saiah prided herself in her ability to remember people’s faces. Darth Raven was Saiah’s senior in many regards, and would be more than capable at handling this Padawan. Then there came a second one bursting through the doors and laughing. That must be Darth Tauros, fittingly lacking in subtility. It was good that he did not know her. Saiah was not someone you knew or heard of. You only heard of her results.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She saw her chance; there was still time to complete her mission. The cameras would be back by now, so she would have to delete the records. She disliked it when plans came askew. Her schedule was off, and everything was more complicated. This must have been the meaning of the bad feeling. Still, she could fix it.

As the battlefield readjusted to the new alignment, Saiah darted off towards her goal. Her Force Speed could be rather astounding at times, but that was one of the trademark skills of the Sith Assassins. She slipped through the doors, blaster and vibrodagger in hand. There were guards coming down the hall to intercept the attackers, but they did not expect Saiah to come darting down the hallway. Four Chiss, Carbine Blasters in their hands and fragmentation grenades in their belts. A wicked grin spread across Saiah’s lips. By the time they saw her, halted and raised their blasters, Saiah was already in their midst. She pivoted, snatched a grenade from from one of their belts, pulled the ring with her teeth as she pivoted once more and exited their midst. She dropped the grenade nonchalantly over her shoulder and darted down the corridor, throwing herself around a corner to the next corridor before the grenade went ‘boom’, a boom amplified by the exploding of more grenades, detonated by the initial blast. She was quite the six Chiss bodyguards were quite dead. Not exactly subtle, she had to admit as she passed further towards her target in the basement. Who knows, perhaps he was still happily unaware of the situation. [/SIZE]

 

[The End Narrator]

Objective: Pretend like this is just any other day.
Location: Off in my own little world – Realistically, somewhere close by [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Xiarr Raeth"] and [member="Tanek Santii"]
Allies: My own madness | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Xiarr Raeth"] | [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Spark Finn"]
4/20

Madness had its own methods.

One moment she was being accosted for trying to dissect a soldier of the Dark Lord – really to see what they were made of, or was it because he had a staring issue? She had forgotten by now what the true purpose of cutting him up was. The next moment, she was being told not to get on the back of the very same man when she was just, standing still. Punishment for her, came in different forms – and from Sage Bane, it appeared to be mostly verbal lashings.

She had been lost in thoughts and her own madness that the battle raging around her seemed to slow in time and intensity. The chaos of explosions, blaster bolts and corpses falling around her form. What had she gotten herself into? The voice of Mira echoed through her mind – once again piercing through the darkness that flooded her memories and mind. ‘What is happening to me…’ She’d blink a few times as she knelt down in the snow, knees pressing against the duracrete pathway. The chill of the air brushed against her skin, causing her to shiver. Gloved hands would come up to grasp against flesh, as she gazed upon the ground before her. ‘What am I doing…?’

She’d begin to weep, crimson tears escaping her right eye while clear liquid streamed down from her left. She would steadily begin to rock herself, back and forth. Gloved hands would run along her arms as she tried to remember what was happening – until she touched something on her right forearm. Her rocking would cease, as her eyes diverted to the flesh that was touched by scars that were clearly concealed beneath tattoos. A single finger would etch them out, slowly and curiously as if she had never seen them before – until she got to a symbol on her wrist.

A symbol of the House of Zambrano – a symbol which meant she was a possession of Vornskr.

Her teeth would grind together, her rage would break her old spirit and cause it to shatter away into the recesses of her mind once more as the dark energies came to her – rather swiftly. ‘I am nothing more than a puppet.’ She snarled as her crying stopped, a trooper approached and spoke words that fell upon deaf ears – as she was long since passed the point of listening. Somewhere in her mind, the maniacal laughter of a deep voice caused her to twitch and react. Her right hand would shoot out, enraged by the actions of what Vornskr had done to her, of all that had befallen her. She would reach out with the Force, tendrils of invisible energies lashing out around the body the trooper as she slowly stood. Her right hand would begin to close, the kinetic energy she produced would squeeze the armor he wore – causing it to groan in protest against the unforeseen forces that were bringing their weight down upon it. The man himself would scream in agony, fear and desperation – which would only excite her more and throw her further into chaos.

She could feel the energies wrapping themselves further about his form, under his arms and up to his neck and with one swift clench of her fist – his neck would snap and he’d fall lifeless against the grip that held him in the air before her. Her breathing was heavy, her rage was flowing – and her bloodlust was alive. With a thoughtless gesture, she’d toss the corpse aside, like a tissue paper into a garbage bin – the body of the trooper would fly effortlessly a few meters away and slide to a halt amongst others. Her gaze would finally lift from the ground – staring ahead at [member="Sage Bane"] for a moment before shifting to [member="Coren Starchaser"].
She would start off in a jog that would break out into an open sprint, she’d produce a lightsaber from her belt and ignite the blade in a blaze of molten red fury. As she closed into a few meters – she’d leap through the air, up and over a group of troopers combating dissidents. In a show of aerial prowess and combat ability – she’d somersault over them and come down in a crouch behind Starchaser. She’d quickly spin on her heels and bring about her saber in a full horizontal swing – hoping to cleave him in half but perhaps she might catch his arm or hand.

 

[Liliane]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ8x1vbj9xU​

Objective: Destroy the Sith (Objective 1 Opposition)
Location: Ruling Family's Household
Allies: The Covenant, Enemies of the Sith
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Saiah"], [member="Darth Raven"] & [member="Darth Tauros"]
Post: [ 09/20 ]

Lilin took a deep breath. Now she knew what to do. It was time to do something that was completely against her moral, against her father's wish, against her deepest fears and against what the Covenant believed in.

"I will join you," Lilin said with coldness in her voice. She lowered her weapon and shut it off while she took a short glance at the escaping Sith she had just fought with and then turned her head towards the other two, looking over her shoulder and revealing her eyes which turned from their usual red hue to the colour of corrupted yellow.

She turned around and walked with swift motions towards the two Sith while her heart beat faster than it had ever beat. The darkness she had inherited from her mother was not that bad, actually.

As soon as she made it close enough to the two Sith, she handed the weapon to one of them, the woman, but she did not stop.

Instead, she burst into a run -- running as fast as she possibly could, towards the exit, headed towards the vehicle which was had not left the area yet.

 

[Micah Talith]

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

Micah gave a grunt as he would shove the last crate into the cargo hold of his ship. He only had three, but they was enough. He wasn't greedy, he was getting enough goods to use for the Covensnt. Granted, a nagging voice that sounded much like his mother would say he was stealing what wasn't his.

It's more like.. Acquiring. Well, it was for a good cause! He would recall the ends justify the means discussion with his dad. Granted, he knew theory were still boundaries in that. But if this was taking resources from the Sith, all the better. Plus, he now had some info on the other Titan locations from the manifests.

With that, he locked the cargo bay and made way to the cockpit. Time to get out of this joint.

And so he did!

 

[Vrag]

[3/20]
Objective 4: Abandon the frozen [member="Darth Carach"] to his fate, go skiiing
Location: Slopes
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Reverance"]


The towering figure comprised of black chitin plate, anger, and some firrerreo rose back to her feet, sparing a last glance to the buried body of her occasional lover before throwing a last snowball at his head and stalking away. Each step she took required more effort than necessary, the white powder growing more and more annoying by the passing minute.

Only the Force knew how much time passed before she made it back to the dropship, murmuring choice expletives under her breath as she pulled a snowboard from one of the storage lockers, dropping it onto the snow with a dirty glare before hopping onto the edge of the loading ramp, where the Hand of the Dark lord promptly magnetized her mode of transport and allowed it to latch onto the durasteel beneath the Skerr Ygdris.

She glanced over to the petite Sith Lady with her tailored furs, wondering how loud the protests would be if she sped past her and just… picked her up. The cold eyes behind the helmet narrowed in wicked intent, her lips pulling back into a mischievous grin that, thankfully, remained hidden behind the skull. without further ado, the woman jumped off of the shuttle and lowered her center of being gravity, hoping to blindside the atrisian who was still focused on Carach. She extended her arms as she came cutting down the slope, riding the edge of her board to gain speed as fast as she could, her eyes alight with fiendish delight.

"Surprise," she would growl with a smirk straight from Netherworld as she flew past Iron Maiden, making a grab for the lithe woman as she did. With the difference in strength and size, the maneuver was hardly difficult to pull off, and with a touch of additional balancing, Vrag could finally claim she'd swept Matsu off her feet.