A Return Home[TRE Dominion of Korriban Hex]

[H3xle]

Elom

Waide dreamt of flying. It was a strange dream, not something very solid for his mind to latch onto, more ephemeral. He could hear the wind in his ears, and what could have been the sound of someone screaming. His eyes wouldn't work, though. He couldn't see where he was flying.

Then the pain came back, as did the memories.

"You are a worthless acolyte, unworthy of our time together." Darth Mastodon growled between clenched teeth. He had Waide in a physical grip, holding him meters off the ground as he stared deeply into his eyes, the hatred and anger visible in the yellowed eyes.

Waides hands tried to pry the fingers apart, but the pacaderm Sith Lord was physically too strong. Pain lanced through Waide as his master pierced his side with a tusk. The tusk came away red with his blood, which defied gravity as it filled the runes etched in them flowing upward. That was a bad sign, and pain wracked his body again as he felt his essence begin to be pulled from his body.

"Ahhhhh!" He couldn't help but scream. All of the abuse he'd suffere at the hands of his master had prepared him for pain, but not for something like this. His hands pulled harder on the fingers of his massive master, but to no avail.

"Scream! Scream, you worthless boy. It is music to my ears as I take the only thing you have of value." Growled the voice again.

Then something snapped. Waide stopped screaming and went limp for a second, drawing in a breath. His hands had dropped from his master's fist and hung loosely. Then his nostrils flared, and his head snapped up. Eyes the color of blood stared at the corrupted eyes of his master. The transport they were in rocked violently as Waides hand gestured and the elephantine lord was slammed against the far wall, his hand ripped away Waide's shirt, revealing a rippling mass of muscle covered in scar tissue. Waide's breaths came deep, and angry.

The Sith Lord stood up, a noise more suited to savannah animals than Sith Lords grunted from him as he stepped forward. Almost against his will, Waide's hands lifted and pulled. The Sith Lord's tusks were ripped violently away, jagged ends of skull dripped the master's own blood, and the Lord screamed in pain. That pain was music to Waide's ears, but he still moved as if in a dream. The tusks were in his hand, and easy flourishes turned them around and he lunged forward swifter than a diving falcon and stabbed them deep into Darth Mastodons chest. Blood worked its way up the tusks and over his arms as he lifted the massive master up and thrust him towards the closed hatch.

The Lord's hand reached out and pulled on the tusk as it left his chest, pulling Waide with him. The massive Lord crashed through the closed hatch and out of it, Waide following without choice...

Waide reached up, and drew off his mask. His eyes fluttered open as he saw Elom below him. Between the ground and him, he saw his Master. His body was bleeding from two stab wounds. One of the tusks remained in his hand, the other in Waides. Waide's mind woke with anger and vengeance. He remembered the pain, his essence being drawn out, and pushed outward with this feeling. The tusk in his hand glowed, and he felt his masters essence begin to flow into him slowly. Waide tucked his hands to his side and angled down, then stabbed the tusk back into his masters chest. Standing atop the dying Sith Lord, he ripped the other tusk to his hand, and stabbed it in again as well, then drew as much as he could as the ground rushed up.

At the last possible second, Waide pushed off of his master's now desecated corpse and pushed with the force to keep from slamming into the ground fatally.

He landed atop his masters broken body. Shards of the tusks were littered everywhere, and Waide slipped into unconsciousness.

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Location: Elom, Elos City. [In the northern tunnels beneath.]
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Electroheart"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Zakir Thaun"]
In Scene With: [member="Corin Zanith"]

"You could try Sith, but they're already far enough away. That and you don't know which tunnel they went down. The probability is not in your favour."

He mentally cursed when Corin shut off his lightsaber, he should've expected the Sith wasn't dumb enough to keep it active. Now he had to rely on the man's last known location, and his footsteps to pinpoint his location in the darkness.

Elijah wasn't keeping himself stationary. He dashed around several times - keeping himself crouched and low. The tapping of his boots across the floor the only indication of his location and direction. But every so often he would intentionally quieten his pace, slowing himself so there was not a squeak of sound. Luring the Sith to a location he could hopefully get a jump on him.

He wasn't naive enough to not acknowledge this was currently a game of cat and mouse.

And he was the mouse.

As Elijah hid behind one of the pillars, hoping the Sith would pass by, he placed a hand by the hilt of his vibrodagger.

 

[Klesta]

Location: Elom
Objective: Repel the Resurgent Empire's forces
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Electroheart"] [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Corin Zanith"] [member="Joon"] [member="Zakir Thaun"]
Poat: 7/38

While Daisy and Pixie brought along the heavy repeater, aimed at the snow drift that blocked their way out of the cave, should further sorties be required, Yula decided to, once again, release what anger she had for being unable to continue the fight outside, in Elom's airspace. That anger was channeled so that, at the other end of it, there would be snow melting; said anger was fueling her use of pyrokinesis. But that was all that she could do because she knew that heavy repeaters take time to set up: as an added bonus, heavy repeaters would provide some suppressive fire should the Kaleesh come around, and the main advantage of the Korriban machineguns was that, while their rate of fire was comparable to the heavy repeaters, it could not be deflected by lightsabers, plus the power generators aren't as massive or otherwise doesn't take as long to preheat or to set as would be the case with heavy repeaters. Nevertheless, once the heavy repeater is in place, Yula quickly backs out of the snow drift, and the other two ladies step out of the repeater, so that others can fire it to melt the snow around the overture.

"Here: an opening through which to fire the heavy repeater"

Attack craft:

Spoiler

47 Yutan stealth fighter-bombers

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

In scene: [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Zakir Thaun"]
Nearby: [member="Electroheart"] - [member="Joon"] | [member="Elijah Henson"] - [member=Corin Zanith] |

The handful, no more than twenty, raiders that followed the company of the Sith all raised their weapons on the only person ahead. Pyrrhus raised a hand, signalling for them to lower their weapons. They did so, although slightly confused. Some even seemed to take the command as an insult, but they knew better than to voice it. Why should they give pause for one woman?

The brunette, perhaps small in stature, reached above them all through her mastery of the Force. She was touched by the Light. Could Zakir see, Pyrrhus wondered, how she radiated of the Jedi heresy?

There is no one here for you

The people here know well how to hide

Leave them in peace. He could not. He expected her to already know this, but formality demanded that she ask it of him. The voice of a younger version of himself echoed from within his mind, a memory of himself repeating that first line of the Sith Code over and over again as he burned the Code's meaning firmly into his brain. Peace is a lie. Peace is a lie.

"I disagree." His tone turned sharper and more cold than what Zakir had likely heard from him before. Jedi filth. He had let them in before, and they had taken from him. Though she had absolutely nothing to do with those events, in his eyes, she became their ambassador. The glacier of hatred that always rested somewhere within him was on the move, riding the cold waters of his mind and reaching for the surface. "The people you seek to protect are already doomed. Stand firm or step aside, their fate will be the same." She would not step aside. A part of him relished in that fact. A part of him needed her to become the vessel to receive his fury born of past transgression.

"The ones we seek are in the tunnels." he relayed to his apprentice who may not have been sufficiently attuned to reach out beyond what his eyes told him, to truly see what lay before them. Though he addressed Zakir he spoke loud enough for her to hear. He wanted her to know that he knew. 'Do you think they can hide?' his voice appearing in equal shares of demanding and imposing, as he attempted to breach through to the surface of her mind. 'From me?' His focus shifted from what lay beyond, circling in on her entirely, his prey. Dark, invisible tendrils of his mind moved against her, surrounding her, looking for cracks and ways through which to enter. 'Surrender. Despair.' Like a whip his mind clashed against hers, seeking to provoke a reaction, thoughts or emotions for him to grab a hold of and ride into the hidden chambers of her mind. There was little subtlety involved, she would be alerted to his presence and his attempts.

Time. Her greatest gift to them was time, he realised. The longer they engaged in conversation the further away from his grasp they slipped. That would simply not do. It became a sort of irrational logic that demanded that precisely those civilians were brought back with him in chains. There were others to be found for sure. But other KSC slavers were spread out, he did not expect them to return empty-handed. These, however, were his. Simply because she had said no.

 

[Zakir Thaun]

Zakir had bothered to trench his eyebrows, plainly confused. He imagined people were to arrive armed to battle, but the woman before them was unarmed. Indefensible, he first thought, how do these Jedi fight? Mere moments later, it became obvious, he sensed it. It was plain to those sensitive. The aura of light was there, and the woman was masterful in the Force. The first sight of a Jedi, he tucked his hands on his sides, firming his stance. While he was certain Jedi were not all masters of the Force, and needed not to show their weaponry, he sure was mildly surprised to their supposedly peaceful nature. Her wording flashed a faint grin on his face. Was this how they greet Sith? Heroic, noble, but exposed and vulnerable. He was lucky to have no one to so deeply care for, it would be a great weakness. The Jedi cared for the weak, and he found it mildly amusing. The newly evacuated people in the tunnels were just as likely to be fresh prey, and he was eager.

He promptly concluded that tricks were hidden in the Jedi's sleeves. He was certain it was too distinct to relay on the Force, anticipated for combat. Or was it? He calculated possibilities, and cautiously scanned the surroundings of the woman. It was no easy business, to face off a Jedi. Most certainly not one so strong with the Force, and he took no chances. He kept his hand at bay, readied by his belt, should anything threaten their rears. Perhaps he was over-exaggerating in his paranoia, but he wanted to excel in their task, his first task.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Elos, Elom
In Scene: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Zakir Thaun"]
Nearby: [member="Electroheart"] + [member="Joon"] , [member="Elijah Henson"] + [member="Corin Zanith"]

She stood calmly, blocking any further path down into the tunnels. She did nothing to hide her force signature or her intent. When her eyes met his, it was immediately clear that they both understood the only thing she needed.

Time.

That was a gift she could give.

Not the only one, perhaps, but certainly one of them.

"You don't need to agree with me," she said softly. Truth, after all, didn't require a consensus.

While his hatred, burning hot and cold in the same instant, (Jedi filth) was available on the surface of his words, there was nothing but patience in hers. This was not the first time she had stood, the lone soul between innocent lives and those bent on destruction. It was a scene that repeated itself again and again and again. Each resolved differently, each offered a new view on what brought someone to the other side of this tableau. Too often it was a Sith that stood across from her, but she waited- waited to see how this one was different.

He didn't make her wait long.

She smiled.

Where he expected to find a wall, built to withstand and hold back his assault, instead he found the surface of a pool. The waters ran deep and serene- he could push in without resistance.... but the only way to do that, to truly see what lay beneath that surface was to dive headlong into waters that betrayed no bottom, no source. The surface of her mind rippled, his words, his demands echoing and spreading out, impacting no more than a pebble thrown into a great lake.

Surrender? There was no fight- nothing to surrender but the warmth of the water, the gentle movement of the waves.

Despair?

Never.

Of course there were emotions there. Bethany had long ago cast off the mantle of there is no emotion. She believed, and taught to her own students, that there was no shame in feeling. But that it was what one did with it that mattered.

If he braved beneath the surface, her mindscape stretched in the depths, and she pulled up particular things to meet him. Not attacks or walls. But moments. Heartbeats.

[member="Malok"] and Bethany on the balcony of Sanctuary, a shared pot of tea and the sensation of friend.

Laughter as she and [member="Michael Sardun"] chased across a beach. The sensation of home.

Bethany wiping dirt from the face of a child- grey ash, the soil of Korriban ​after the bombardment by the Silver Jedi. The sensation of sorrow, but also determination.

The way the sentient forest of Sekot felt, encompassing, both an entire universe and a single leave in the same moment. The sensation of balance.

There were of course, beneath these, heart aches. Sacrifices. They layered in her mind, supporting and building all of the moments that floated to the top. But she had made peace with them. In many cases centuries ago. There was very little there for him to rend, to tear apart to use against her.

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Elos, Elom
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: LEGION
Engaging: [member="Joon"]

His strike struck. Curious. She could easily have blocked it, accepting the physical strain of doing so, but either he caught her off guard or she'd accepted the strike. He chose to believe the latter as it wouldn't allow him to let his guard down as easily. When she rose and didn't speak he knew that she was finally going to attempt to take things seriously. Smart. This wasn't a game. Her embellishments and elaborations served no purpose whatsoever. She'd come for a fight and he was going to give it to her in the name of protecting those that couldn't protect themselves. If he dealt with this one quickly enough, he'd be able to go and help the others, or get more people to safety. That was his goal.

As she started towards him, he returned to his stance, eyes watching her hands and her feet, the way her body moved. Instead of focusing on her face, her mouth, he focused on the places that gave away intentions. She moved into the flip, and he stepped forward towards her, realizing as she came down that her saber was what was swinging towards him. The flip had been meant as a distraction. The saber, however, would collide with his arm at the same time as he stooped his body downward. In colliding with his arm, saber would meet cortosis alloy, becoming utterly stopped in so doing.

But he wasn't done. The lowering of his body had coincided with pushing the Force into his legs and dropping his other hand into a fist. Now, as she came down fully out of her flip, he thrust upward with Force enhanced leg thrust, drawing his fist upward at her chin, intending to capitalize on his own surprise.

 

[grammaticus]

Corin came to a halt. He was getting no where with this, and without knowing where his opponent was, he was at risk of a surprise attack at any moment. He doubted he could seriously harm him, but it payed to be cautious. Deciding to change the rules of this little game, Corin suddenly snapped his lightsaber out, the crimson flashing through a nearby pillar, toppling it. The blade was deactivated a moment later, and Corin quickly moved away from the spot.

"Looks like you weren't behind that one, little Jedi. Perhaps you are behind....This One!" As he spoke, his lightsaber ignited again, cutting another pillar in half and toppling it, before deactivating the blade and moving off.

"This game will come to an end when I run out of pillars Jedi. I suggest you make your move quickly..." As he spoke, he began to move towards another pillar, using the force to cushion the air around his boots, silencing most of the sound.

[member="Elijah Henson"]

 

[Soeht]

Malacor V - A Promise Not Forgotten​

At first, the dirt of the Warcry’s arena might have felt cold. Then, the air. Similar to how one felt sleeping in the District of the Free during winter. All as if a void seemed to sapped the heat from everything.

And yet there was no cold for a normal being to feel.

In the stands, Soeht looked down on the fight.

Poisoned knives thrown by [member="Darth Abyss"] just sunk into [member="Antherion "]’s chair. [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] assaulted [member="Serenity Loveheart"] with conjured lightning.

For a few seconds, his slow breathing was the only sound Soeht made as he observed.

Then as he began to raise his right hand, he spoke.

ᐊ̸͜͟͠͡ᑕ̡҉ᒥ̶͢͠ᐢ̢͏́ᑳ̨͢͝ᑐ́҉̀̕ᐃ̛̕ᐧ̸́͡͡ᐣ͜͜͝​

 

[Kratacos]

Location: Korriban Academy
Objective: Be a good Pureblood servant
[member="Yidhra"]

Vraukt was idle.

He did little other than breathe and stand around.

The voice that addressed him was authoritative, it commanded respect. Perhaps it was because of Lord Aril's presence, but there was also the fact that the voice belonged to a Pureblood. A female one as well. Perhaps even more vicious than the males, though in their own way, not that he had really experienced the opposite sex in such a way.

"I do not." His words were hoarse, gruff, guttural even. He was a young adult in the eyes of other Purebloods, and in light of being in company of many others of the Red species, when he had spoken, it had been in the Sith tongue.

 

[Yidhra]

3
Location: Korriban > Academy
“BFFS”: [member="Vraukt"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Nick Imura"]
Future Corpses, Probably: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

She welcomed the sharp syllables of High Sith – they were home, built with lines of ancient texts and the sibilant whispers of olden holocrons. Yidhra allowed her lips to curl upwards as her tendrils did the same.

“Good,” she crooned, forgetting her limp for a moment as she strolled over. “Have you ever participated in an excavation before? A raid? Do you have any experience at all? Skills?”

Her keen yellow eyes peered at him, boring into his skull like she wanted to drag out every last secret and have it run laps around the Academy, bare-ass naked.

“Well, regardless. You will learn something.” She nodded to herself and snapped her fingers. Immediately, four slaves came running, bearing her equipment and notes. Ahead, a trio of Massassi would serve as vanguard.

Or cannon fodder. Same difference.

 

[Garza]

Korriban - Discover more!

After coming face to face with the very being who seemed to be the one man responsible for the Sith Empire's rise, All I could do was simply stand there in amazement as he asked me a direct question. Standing in front of me, his face contorted by my lack of an answer. In an instant, I was thrown across the room with the force. Hitting the door that I had entered in earlier. I would have bruises later from it. Standing up, The being flashed over to where I was on the ground. Attempting to get up. Throwing a fireball at him while I was down, only to watch it phase through him. The being laughed it off in my face. Reaching out and literally grabbing me.

Speaking in basic now,

"You come to my domain. Summon me, only to wear a portion of my armor, and refuse to answer! How dare you?"
"Oh, I dared my lord."
"Then you are a fool to do so. I will kill you for your arrogance!"

I was picked up again and thrust back into the door a second time. The man didn't even lift his chin to do so. He stood there. Snarling at me. Standing up, I reached for my sword, only for it to be taken from me. Floating now between the two of us. Standing up, The man shook his head.

"A pity this blade had you for an owner. I shall release it from your chains."
"You will try."

The blade came to swing at me. Only, it clattered onto the floor. The being was confused. Even angry at the weapon for not slashing at my neck line. Taking a step forward, I grabbed the tsuka. Holding onto it for all that I was worth. The man standing before me quickly discovered why he was not able to do so.

"It only follows you. A loyal servant even unto death. Admirable, but not enough to prevent me from killing you."

This is when it started to get freaky.

Raising my hand, All I wanted from the man was his knowledge. I walked over to his person. And literally placed a hand on the man's shoulder. Even though as he were a Ghost. The Sith turned his head to my hand, then up my arm and to my face. Slowly I could see flashes of him facing other Sith Lords. Fighting for the Title of the Dark Lord of the Sith. Killing Jedi, and having the weaponry skills to rival Jedi on their best day. I could see the power he controlled. Able to corrupt even the clearest of minds to become dark. I smiled brightly as I dropped my sword. Knowing it couldn't be used against me.

"Remove your hand! How can you touch me!?"
"I believe, its the force."

Seizing the chance, I reached out my other hand. Placing it on the man's head, and trying to suck everything I could from him. Trying to gain everything I could. As I was doing that, The being collected the force and pushed me back a third time. Slamming me into the door. I groaned as I stood once more. The Sith's black eyes wide with surprise. I knew he was surprised that I had not been killed yet. However, this was my last chance. There was no way I could take more of these force bursts. Charging at him, The Sith lord attempted to smack me away with the force again.

Stopping, I spun with a sidestep to move out of the way, and closed the gap in an instant. Thrusting out my hands, I wanted to take not just his knowledge, not just his power, but all of him. The entirety of this man. I wanted to bind him to my will. I wanted everything he was. He would become my queen.

"You will not stop me!"

With the thrust of my hands, Dark tendrils of energy lashed out at the being. Latching onto him as though he were ensnared in a web. One that could only lead to his submission of my will. His screams filled my ears. It was then, I could see the entire area transform. Melting away into what could only be a black heart of a world. One that we were transported to. We were thrust apart. I sliding on my feet and leaning down on one hand to slow, with him flailing and sliding like a rag doll.

"What have you done!? Where have you taken us?"
"Why would I answer that? I don't know either!"
"Then I will kill you where you stand!"

Throwing lightning at me, I watched as the blue arcing energy lashed out. Sapping my strength from me. I was brought to my knees. Being shocked to death. I didn't think I would have left the galaxy this way. As my father once told us as children, and even in the limited recordings I have, "You came into this world screaming and howling, covered in someone's blood. I hope that you will leave the same way." And I couldn't agree more. The Sith was close enough to me I could almost touch him. I watched as I was being destroyed with every fiber of my being. Yelling in pain and anger, I too, lashed out. First with a push of the force. Throwing him back away from me. I rushed to the man as I got on my feet. Closing the distance in an instant, I shocked the man with my own darker lightning.

These tendrils were purple and black. Arcing and crackling with hums and deep hidden strengths I had no heard or felt before. The man;s shrieking could barely be heard over the popping. Gritting my teeth, and forcing the words through them,

"You are my queen. You serve me, and always will!"

I lashed onto him with all of the strength I could muster. Watching with a glee as his body faded from existence. I then yanked back my arms, and watched as I exploded.

All I could feel was pain, and watch as I sank into the abyss of sleep.

 

[Connor Harrison]

ENGAGING: [member="Electroheart"]
--
The blade struck, but instead she saw sparks and the reverb from the hit was hard. It should have cleaved through. That alone surprised her as she landed and noted the cybernetic arms. She didn’t have time to strike before he jolted up and connected his fist with her chin.

The hit cracked her head back, teeth shuddering together and body staggering back. The dull pain bled quickly to her temples and she blinked in shock and surprise. Joon took a second to right herself and look at this half-human, half-machine freak.

Her chin throbbed but didn’t stop to check for blood.

Killing her lightsaber, she screamed and dived forward to his chest, hands out, clawed and ready to grip his clothing, and with a cry of rage, span with him and aimed to launch him across the street into the masonry of the buildings either side.

The crimson blade was ignited again and she didn’t stop to follow and push him back with the bloodlust well and truly engorged.

[member="Elijah Henson"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Corin Zanith"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Kratacos]

Korriban Academy
Post 5.
[member="Yidhra"]

Had he ever participated in a raid?

In a raid on another group of Purebloods, certainly. When he was much younger than he was now. Fighting was all he knew. It was his earliest memory beyond being drilled to use his left hand as his primary.

"I am a Warrior."

His words were always straight to the point, more so when he spoke the language of his ancestors. A part of him felt as if it resonated within the Force as he spoke the ancient Sith language. These days it was only used for spells, and other incantations. With the Sith returned to the planet, now, it would return to the days of old.

"Command is only necessary."

If she ordered it of him, he would throw himself into a suicide mission, if he was conscious of that fact or not.

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Elos, Elim
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: Legion
Engaging: [member="Joon"]

His fist struck and staggered her back. He resumed his defensive stance as she staggered from the force of the blow, trying to regain herself. Metal fist colliding with soft flesh was going to do some damage. Yes, he was a cyborg. A Chiss cyborg. He knew how to fight as he'd been trained as a soldier. He knew further how to fight from his training with the Force Warriors he'd found on Serenno. He was capable.

Her rage was sufficient enough that she came at him and sought to grab him and throw him. But she was smaller than he, and he was prepared. Bringing his arm down, he aimed to dislodge her hands by any means necessary. He wasn't afraid to have her rip part of his clothing away from him. Such was the nature of battle. Clothing could be replaced later on, after all.

Her saber activated again and swung his other arm out towards it, aiming to grab it. At the same time, as all this, he targeted her head again by aiming to slam his head into hers. Sufficient head trauma should eventually take her out of the fight. He wouldn't kill her, but if he knocked her out that would be sufficient. More than sufficient since he hadn't considered whether or not he would win at all. But no, he wasn't about to let her just grab and throw him. She'd have to deal with the consequences of getting so close to a Force Warrior.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Swift, direct discussions were preferable to the Cambrian Twi'lek. It got things done. Not only did it get things done, but it also side stepped any unnecessary pleasantries, small talk, and meaningless chit-chat. They weren't on Korriban to make friends after all. The Mandalorians would never be friends, but Vrak, and the empire would see them as allies by some measure, so long as they were kept happy and fat, by measure of speaking.

A war with the Jedi would be inevitable, so on that front Vrak conceded nothing to the negotiation. On the other hand he would have to supply these barbarian savages with means of funding, weapons, armor, and safe haven. That was a costly endeavor, one that she hoped would pay off, given the Mandalorian nature for being similarly notorious as the Sith for keeping deals.

When finally Vrak gave Mand'alor the order to handle Elom and the Jedi resistance there, Sera made her way to the opposite end of the bridge towards the blast doors leading out, head turning back towards the Mandalorian and Vrak. "I'm going to the surface. If you want an escort to the hangar, Mandalorian, follow me." It was likely that Vrak would be joining, but in either case, she was headed towards the hangar with or without either one of them.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: A ship
Allies: My new buddies [member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemies: Elom
Post: 4/20

He wasn't surprised to see work already being handed out right after the had made a deal. There was apparently resistance on Elom that needed to be neutralized which Vilaz had no mind doing. He didn't even know what value Elom had or its history, but Vrak and his allies did see potential on the planet. Potential that the warrior didn't know about, but he didn't care. He had his own personal business to deal with that were no concern of the Sith nor would they care about it.

The only interest to both parties was seeing the fall of the Jedi, and having a mutual relationship. While the Sith and the Mandalorians had different philosophies, they also shared similar traits. Being the alpha of the Galaxy was one example.

"Give me a moment," the Concordian human said to the Twi'lek.

"I don't have many warriors with me. Just a small, elite squad as my security; but I do believe you'll have some troops available," the Mand'alor said to the Sith Pureblood. He assumed that there were troops ready to assist him, but he wanted to be sure.

"It's not heavy resistance, is it?"

And if it was, he wouldn't mind. Just as long as he had some Sith troopers at his disposal.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Korriban
The Tyrant [7/20]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

"No." Vrak answered truthfully.

Elom, by all reports, was just a few handful Jedi that were proving to be an annoyance. The Planets military had already been mostly pacified and all that was left was a few isolated pockets of resistance. There would be no issue for the Mandalorians, at least if their reputation held any weight at all still.

"Just a few Jedi." He assured the Mand'alor. "I'm sure you can handle them."

If not, well then this entire deal wouldn't have been worth it anyway.

Vrak didn't particularly put faith in any one servant until they proved themselves. Seraphina for instance took quite a while for him to actually trust with certain tasks. After all of these months however he'd grown quite confident in her abilities, and now she regularly took on the most dangerous of missions for him. He smiled as he slowly turned away. "I'll await your return here, Mand'alor."

He used the man's title as he regarded the viewport before him, watching the planet below.

 

[Klesta]

Location: Elom
Objective: Repel the Resurgent Empire's forces Evacuate under cloak
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Electroheart"] [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Corin Zanith"] [member="Joon"] [member="Zakir Thaun"]
Poat: 8/38

"The enemy knows where we are by now: this base has been compromised! Air patrols, commence evacuation protocols: because the ground forces lack means for transportation, they will stay here on Elom to make life difficult for the Kaleesh" the base commander told its occupants.

With the heavy repeaters and other emplacements in the barricade of defensive, suppressive fire positioned near the cave overture, the snow could melt with relative ease especially when the other occupants of the base built a line of sandbags outfitted with staggered heavy repeaters and Korriban heavy machineguns every two meters along the sandbag defensive fighting position. Hopefully that will hold while we make our escape: I can't stay here much longer, she thought. Also any craft taking off for a combat sortie must be flying high enough to avoid getting the barricade's operators heads chopped off them, which would require the use of repulsorlift to get to 4-5 meters above the floor before they can leave the base. At the same time, the other occupants of the base assumed positions to ensure the defense of their cave base, while, of course, being armed with Commonwealth-issued slugthrowers, blasters and the like.

"Once we're clear of the base, engage cloaking devices, and once we've reached orbit, jump to hyperspace and proceed directly to the rendezvous point. Oh and stay out of the capital" the wing leader instructed the other pilots.

With that said, all pilots returned to their craft while the ground combatants stood ready to repel the Kaleesh coming in, with the harsh mountain terrain making it impractical for the enemy to use something other than infantry on transport craft. Will they dare use those unescorted or they would be escorted? Yula stood ready to decloak at point-blank range amid the snowstorm; she found that the enemy concentrated most of its forces inside Elos with comparatively little to spare for any settlements inside the mountains, plus, in Yula's eyes, the enemy would assume that the bombardment effectively neutralized them, so they wouldn't notice their evacuation too quickly.

Attack craft:

Spoiler

47 Yutan stealth fighter-bombers

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Location: Elom, Elos City. [In the northern tunnels beneath.]
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Electroheart"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Zakir Thaun"]
In Scene With: [member="Corin Zanith"]

There were a total of six pillars in the area they were in, all lined up in a parallel pattern. Elijah was hidden behind the fifth one, a fair distance away from Corin as he began destroying them one by one. He initially hesitated on acting, wondering if the Sith would actually go so far as burying them both just to kill him. Elijah tried to think up an escape route should that happen, but the direction of the exit was where Corin was coming from - or at least Elijah believed he was. Corin was attacking the pillars at random, muffling his sound with the Force to make it more difficult to track.

Each time the lightsaber was activated, Elijah poked his head out carefully to see where Corin was before he quickly dissappeared again. He tried calculating the distance between each pillar and the time it took for the Sith to reach each one. In that time the third one fell, and there was a slight rumble above them. Elijah bit back a curse and took a deep breath, focusing on his hearing. The moment Corin went to destroy the fourth - as the red lightsaber was ignited, Elijah loosened his Force concealment for a brief second; like a blip on a radar before hiding it again. In that moment, hoping it had given the Sith pause, Elijah darted around from the pillar and sprinted towards him. He intentionally stomped his feet indicating his straight path towards him, but as he neared the Sith, Elijah quietened his steps again and used the cover to angle his direction more leftwards.

Judging the distance as he got close to Corin, Elijah suddenly fell into a slide and as he passed the Sith he quickly pulled out his vibrodagger - taking a couple quick slashes at the man's legs as he skidded by. The moment later Elijah quickly hopped back onto his feet and made some distance from the Sith. Only this time, he remained where he was, there was no hiding this time.