A Murder of Sithlings [PM for Invite]

[Dravis Rosilla]

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CORUSCANT UNDERBELLY​

THE GRAYWATCH CASINO​

Coruscant.

Some might call it the Jewel of the Galaxy, a bastion of hope and innovative living that escaped the tyrannical clutches of the One Sith. Others would call it the Armpit of the Galaxy, where slums dot the inner city, its sunless depths going down to the planet's very core. Dravis once called it home. Now, he saw nothing but expendable lives, and potential. Potential to be used, abused even, to the great benefit of Dravis. Did he care about the billions of people on Courscant? Did he care if he took their lives for selfish reasons? Did he care that he was about to do that very thing?

One could probably guess the answer to those questions.

Dravis pushed his hood from the top of his bulbous head, letting the dark fabric fall to his shoulders. The Bith let his endlessly deep eyes survey the immediate area. The casino was what one might expect from the lower levels of Courscant; that is to say, dirty, sweaty, and not all that pleasant on the nose. Various species gambled away their wages here, almost all having nothing but a dull stare. They had all lost hope. But Dravis had an intensity about him. His face was hard and sharp, his circular mouth pursed in annoyance. Bright yellow sparks drifted at the centers of his pupil-less eyes, delivering a scorching glare to any that looked his way.

Dravis had been spending the last five hours in deep silence at a booth. He had ordered a drink, but had not partaken since he arrived. He had simply meditated, calling out with the Force. To whom? He wasn't sure.

The Bith had been in contact with a few Sith since his ascension. A few days prior to his trip to this casino, Dravis had sent a message to [member="Kruel Zing"], a warlord he had heard of in the news. Through his new Sith contacts, he had gotten a hold of the man. He had explained who he was, that he wished to join the Dashade in his endeavors, and that he required assistance for a project he was working on. He could only hope the Sith Lord complied.

So Drav waited, calling out with the dark tendrils of the Force, weak but persistent.

- [member="Akuma"] - [member="Seria Ventreme"] -

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Blade sat patiently as the speeder taxied into the Star Space casino. Here it was he thought he would meet his master once again. The small confined space was covered in blood and solids from its previous inhabitant. The speeder driver refused to give Blade, his rightful master and tormentor (if Blade so wished) free transportation. So Blade had quickly showed him the error of his ways. With a single slice of his sword the force cut through the air with the power of a typhoon. The man was utterly obliterated leaving the taxis computational systems in query as to where it's next destination was to be.

Blade quickly answered its question and they were off. Upon exiting the craft Blade felt a presence. One not much unlike his own. Perhaps this is what Blade had been sent here for. To prove his metal in one final test. To destroy the power that resided in this grove of blasphemy. Blade wandered through the crowd of hopefuls. Those who stuck coin after coin into these machines only to be met with dismay and made his way towards the source. Feeding on their anger all the while. On the second level he located the disturbance and faced it. It was indeed strong in the force, but would it be strong enough? Blade decided he would merely watch for now. He melted off in the crowds, observing the man for any obvious Weaknesses.

(OOC: Was quiet drunk before, edited post so I don't look like such an @$$)

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Ignatius]

As the Hand of the Dashade, I was tasked to follow up on a report from a Bith who was contacting my Master, and Mentor. He wanted the man's aid with his endeavors. As such, I represented the large being who could only be described as a being with hunger that could not be quenched. I followed the man as his shadow, and when times were necessary, acted upon his commands, and as his name. Thus was why I was here. I would be meeting the Sith who had called for aid, along with my comrade, who was also an apprentice of the man I so heavily fought for.

Walking next to Seria, I was quite amazed with her figure. Able to retain such a form, and live for a rather long time. The woman was quite beautiful in her own ways. Yet, I could feel the force through her. She was quite a worthy opponent should I ever have to face her. However, I had the feeling we would be working together for now. As for if/when we might face, I would have to show that I was worthy to hold the title as my Masters hand, by extension, his sword.

Courscant was a planet I have been to a few times. Once owned by the Jedi, and the Sith back and forth for many years, Even the Vong had captured it for a time. It had once been a place that I had fought in the undergrounds. A few clicks north of here was the runned down apartment building I stayed in. Filled with drug addicts, and the building abandoned up on the top levels. Meant for a "Pretty girl" operation that I had worked at for a very short time.

South of here about an hour was the ring that My master had found me at. The one that I had caused to crumble to the ground. Even now, we walked to the rendezvous point.

"You call for Darth Ambroscus. He is busy, and so he sent his apprentices in his stead. What do you require Sith?"

[member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="BladeRunner"], [member="Seria Ventreme"],

 

[Seria Ventreme]

As Seria walked with the Dashade's hand, she pondered how long it would take for her to build up the power necessary to take her position. Clearly the young girl, who was at that tricky point where Seria could not quite tell her age. Was gifted, and to have been worthy for the role at such a young age brought much respect from the comparatively aged being; who had at Akuma's age had few responsibilities besides training and enjoying the many perks of luxury on her home-world.

Still, Kruel had sent Seria to learn from the woman. To see what duties his hand attends, and to learn of the obedience he commands even when we lack his presence. And Seria had no intention of disobeying her master. Instead she quietly observed the woman, and from her many scars. Felt she had an explanation as to why she had grown so powerful so young. Untold suffering. Perhaps it was Akuma's route to the rage that powered their strength. From how the woman seemed to know the city. Seria wondered if she was standing in the place that brought Akuma such pain it was almost palpable. That if suffering was her key to power, that this city of predator and prey was its locksmith.

Perhaps after they had finished their meeting with the Bith. The two might take some time to explore the city world while they were on it. Perhaps even stay at the casino for awhile, or bond. Seria had seen Akuma upon Darth Ambroscus' ship, usually wearing the same outfit day in, day out. While Seria had lost much of her clothing when she was chased offworld a few months back, and needed more practical attire. Both, it seemed. Could do with a shopping trip, but before Seria could pitch the idea they had found the Bith and Akuma had began to speak. Remaining silent. Seria listened as she spoke, and awaited the beings response.


[member="Akuma"] [member="BladeRunner"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

A flare in the Dark Side.

Hmm?

Dravis looked up from his musing, seeing... no one immediately. The casino wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty. Patrons milled about, obscuring anyone that wished to remain hidden. Deciding his senses had fooled him, Dravis continued to send his dark signal.

Not too long after, he felt another flare. Dravis looked up from his booth, seeing two women. He cocked his massive head, black eyes holding a hint of suspicion. His lips pursed further, and he brought his hands up from under his table. They seemed dangerous. Unpredictable. Their Force Signatures suggested downright evil.

Perfect.

Dravis' circular mouth curled into a smile as Akuma, the shorter of the two women, spoke. So they were Ambroscus' lackeys. His cinder-filled eyes sparked with interest. "Ah, so the man did receive my message! Quaint." Dravis stood slowly, gesturing grandly with his hands. "Go ahead, take a seat." Then, quieter. "And try not to kill anyone. We don't want to make a scene. Yet." A lilting chuckle accompanied the sentence before he sat back down, wiping his robes with his spindly fingers.

"I half expected the Sith Lord to deny me any assistance of any sort. My personal vendettas are, of course, of no importance to such a being as magnificent as him." Whether the Bith was mocking or comending the Dashade wasn't quite clear. "But I am glad to see that he complied."

The Bith steepled his fingers on the table, tapping slowly. "Ah, where are my manners? I am Dravis Rosilla, a humble servant of the Dark side." His mischevious grin said anything but servant. "May I know the names of my new associates? Is this all of you?" Drav craned his neck around the two women, looking for more reinforcements. Had the Warlord sent more? Now, that would have been a treat.

- [member="Seria Ventreme"] - [member="Akuma"] - [member="BladeRunner"] -

 

[Seria Ventreme]

Seria sat down as prompted and waited for Akuma to do the same before talking. "I am Seriabellum Ventreme, and this is Akuma, the right hand of Darth Ambroscus. We are all that you will need." Seria placed a hand on the table and leaned towards him over it before continuing. "So. Why have you summoned us here?"

[member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Akuma"] [member="BladeRunner"]

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Coruscant.

That was where the Galactic Alliance Guard had situated themselves. Historically, it felt like the best idea. Hundreds of years ago the Galactic Alliance Guard had been based on Coruscant. The hub of the Galaxy at the time. Now? With so many battles occurring on and around the planet, even more battles in the surrounding Core Systems? Most would consider it wise to have fled the planet to get further away from the formerly warring One Sith and Galactic Republic, both since dissolved as of now.

Aerion Ivelisse, or rather, Colonel Ivelisse now, head of the GAG restarted the works of the Guard over the last few months. Typically, they only responded to potential terrorists and Dark Sider calls, which typically translated to those who lacked the knowledge to calling them Sith. The Jedi Knight however operated a secret branch deeper in Alliance Space, as the bulk of their worlds were further away from the Core and its closest threat was situated out in the Outer Rim as well. Why be the furthest from the threat?

On this day however, Ivelisse was on Coruscant, only having received the call of an execution a few minutes ago.

It wasn't a direct call, but the Galactic Alliance Guard monitored local law enforcement calls for things such as this. An execution in a taxi cab that had driven off right after. Lots of casinos had valet parking, and as such, a person would be present at landing pads to take care of a patron's vehicle. Though in the event that this casino didn't have one, people were entering and exiting casinos all the time. Someone certainly would've caught that. Besides. Surveillance systems. The GAG responded.

[member="Luca Thorne"] and a handful of other operatives were sent, but only the Jedi Knight was heading in. The all black vehicle landed and out came the six of them. Luca and Aerion straight for the entrance, and the other four were fanning out.

"Something's going on here," Aerion said lowly to Luca, his light blue eyes never wavering from the entrance. Even if he was no Dark Sider, he still possessed the Force. The call that [member="Dravis Rosilla"] was throwing out? It was felt. Oops. Immediately after he had spoken to Luca, his priorities had changed, though he didn't make that vocal. Only his gaze hardened.

[member="Akuma"], [member="Seria Ventreme"]

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Blade sat amongst the crowd. Waiting, watching for any sort of trap that may spring and with it, the opportunities that would surely come. The bith and two of Blade's fellow acolytes sat nearby at the table. They were fairly powerful together, but on their lonesome? That was a question Blade lusted to find out. Should the Bith spring some sort of trap Blade was more then willing to test the resolve of his fellow apprentices. Blade inserted a coin in the nearby machine as security began eyeing him suspiciously.

BAR
BAR
LEMON

Damn it.

Suddenly the casino seemed to slow for Blade. A disturbance in the force. It seems the Bith had ulterior motives, or perhaps it was Blade's own doing. He always was to... Vicarious when it came to killing his lesser's. Whatever the case force users had surrounded the building and you only did that when you wanted a tactical advantage... Blade formed a inferno of hatred in his mind. He emptied everything into it; pain, emotions, hunger, all of it until the flame was all that remained. Blade shoved his sword out of its scabbard an inch and stared at the Bith hungrily. Whoever may come, Blade was ready.

[member="Aerion Ivelisse"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="Akuma"]

 

[Ignatius]

Upon meeting the Bith, I could just feel his attitude pouring from him. He was the kind to manipulate people into doing his bidding, as strength. His power of words, would compliment his power of the force. Yet, should we go toe to toe, I had a strong feeling I could take him should we get into a fight. Yes, Every person I came across I considered in a fight to the death. Once as an assassin for the One Sith, it was my job to read on people, and determine if I could handle them with my skills. I still do it out of necessity as being a Hand, as well as naturally for being forced to do it for so long. Even now, I could hear the man speak to me. Only wanting to cut his throat for considering himself a "humble" user of the Dark side.

There was nothing humble about the Dark side. It was the altering of life in ways that forced you to become something different than intended. It could alter many things to be considered, unnatural. As such, nobody with the force was considered natural. Yet it was. Seria had opened the conversation. Introducing me as My masters hand. I am glad she did. Knowing that my position, but yet, I didn't want her to.

You see, this man was all about the power plays behind the curtains. He didn't just want to cause people to crumble under his strength, but under his will as well. Thus, the more he knew, the more power he gained. From here, I would try to control the situation of talking to this man.

"Speak plainly Sith. Should I find you a waste of time, surely my Master would agree."

However, as I spoke this, I could feel it. Nearing rather rapidly, I could feel the faint hum of the force. I held back the smile that could only be described as opposition.

"Speak now Sith, for we may soon have company."

[member="BladeRunner"], [member="Aerion Ivelisse"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="Luca Thorne"],

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Darth Malakai cruised down the streets of Coruscant, eager to fulfill the mission tasked to him by his master, Darth Mepherium. The mission was a simple one, especially compared to those he had received in the past. Someone had reached out for help from the Sith, in doing so their message found it's way to the ears of Malakai's Master. In turn the Dark Lord dispatched Malakai to Coruscant so that he may report on the individual who is reaching out to the Dark Lord's peers.

The moment he set foot on Coruscant the Sith Apprentice could feel someone reaching out with the dark side of the Force, it was that connection that led him in front of a casino. Clad in black flowing robes that hid the metallic breastplate that was adorned as his chest piece, Malakai entered the Casino.

His hood pulled well over his head he continued to follow the traces of the Dark Side that were erupting in the Casino. It was not until he saw a group gathered around a small booth that his movements halted and he leaned against a nearby wall, making no attempt to approach the others.

Malakai focused his strength to masking his presence and watching the exchange between those he saw. He could not hear anything, the Casino was much too loud for that, not only that he was still several meters away. He was left with no option but to observe and see what would come of the meeting.

[member="Akuma"] [member="BladeRunner"] [member="Seria Ventreme"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis nodded to each of the Sith as [member="Seria Ventreme"] introduced them. A hand of the Dark Lord? Now that was impressive, and essential to his plan. It was important he acquired men strong enough to carry their own weight, and then some of his.

"I see neither of you care for pleasantries.That's alright. I realize that not all in the galaxy value a good conversation as much as I. Luckily for both of you, I am on a bit of a schedule." Dravis tapped his wrist, where a watch would be located, if he had one.

Dravis ended his beacon, cutting it off abruptly. Only then did he feel the faint sparks of light surrounding him in the Force. Perhaps his call had attracted more than he had bargained for. Oh well. That couldn't be bothered now.

Dravis wasn't too concerned about prying eyes, as the casino was loud enough to obscure their words. Plus, as of yet, none of them had done anything wrong. Of course, they were to be talking about rather illegal things, but who didn't, this far down in Coruscant?

"I only require help with a rather simple... chore. There is a group of thugs down here, call themselves the Freaky Five-Hundred. These weirdos were bought off by the Galactic Alliance when they first started running the joint. Recently, they struck metaphorical gold; a cache of explosives, probably the remnants of some Sith's horde." Dravis looked between the two in front of him appraisingly. "I want it. And frankly, I don't have the physical strength to storm a gang's hideout by myself."

Dravis' mouth pursed again. "I had hoped to receive a small force from Ambroscus, perhaps a squad of soldiers. Instead... I have you." The Bith smiled coldly again, taunting them freely, seeing how much they could take, how long before they lost control of their anger.

"I would hope you live up to your Master's name. If not, it would be you who is the waste of my time." Another jab. Dravis really was enjoying his newfound confidence.

"I picked this specific venue because it's close to where I believe these explosive charges are. Not only would you be acquiring the favor of a fellow Sith, but would indirectly be weakening the Alliance on this planet, and simultaneously be wiping the scum and villainy from this retched place." Dravis figured it was a good deal for the Sith opposite the table from him.

"These are my goals, and while they are far from honorable, and surely I must have an ulterior motive, I have been forthright with you. I do hope you'll consider helping me in this quest."

He hadn't lied to them about anything so far. Then again, the night was still young.

- [member="Darth Malakai"] - [member="Akuma"] - [member="BladeRunner"] - [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] -

 

[Seria Ventreme]

The Bith has teeth. Thought Seria as she leaned away from the table, having become somewhat surprised by the mans sudden rudeness. She took a moment to contemplate his offer before speaking. "Dravis, I am afraid I must wonder what value your favor is actually worth. If you lack the strength to face the thugs head on, and the intelligence to devise a different method of approach. We are left only to guess at what skills you actually possess."

She then leaned forth again, and gestured towards his work apron with an open palm. "Dish-washing perhaps? I suppose your favor could be used to give the servants a day off." Once finished Seria looked towards Akuma, before turning back to the man and hesitating as she went to speak. "Though perhaps that is a discussion we can leave to a later date. For now I see no reason not to assist you. Assuming my compatriot feels the same."


[member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Akuma"] [member="BladeRunner"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]