A Round of Botor For Everyone (OS Dominion of Botor)

[Via Dolorosa]

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She stood, hands clasped behind her back, on the bridge of an One Sith Destroyer looking out the massive viewport to the planet before her. Botor. A great discussion about the invasion of this planet had taken place among the Sith Lords whether or not this planet held any resources or strategic pointes for them to bother conquering. None of the Lords themselves wanted to head up the task of the invasion, pride and ego on the line. So it was decided among them to allow a Knight be saddled with the operation; success and failure lying heavily on her shoulders.

"Darth Venefica," the ship's captain said to her while keeping his distance from the awkward Sith Knight, "The reports have been verified ma'am. Shall I give the order to commence?"


Failure and success. Success and failure. She knew nothing of failure but then again she never been tasked with such an important assignment as this. All the eyes of the Lords, including the Dark Lord, were on her now. Centre stage. Don't choke. Make the right decisions. Everything rests on her. The first of the voices began to grumble and she mentally shut it out. Life and death, hers now laid in the balance of one decision.

"Captain....notify the fleet....we are to commence with the operation." She inhaled deeply as she continued to look out the viewport. As she slowly released her intake of air, she felt satisfied in her choice.




Botor Objectives:

1. 'Acquire' the city state of Botor-Prime (major metropolis of Botor)
- The Crime Lord Rigel supposedly plays high stakes games of Pazaak
- Get in on the game somehow and coax them into betting their major holdings in Botor-Prime

2. Infiltrate the Botor Enclave, which just so happens to be having a meeting while we are claiming the planet. Join the meeting, oversee it, or take it entirely over and dictate the future of the enclave and it's protection of Botor
- Bonus points if you gain control of the Botor Income Ministry, taking control of taxation, corporate, and private property rights over the major metropolis of Botor, for the purposes of the One Sith.

 

[Reverance]

Infiltrate the Botor Enclave...

Another day, another domination. And from what Gabriel could tell, there was very little in terms of information about Botor. Which was odd, considering it was a core world, but he shrugged with the knowledge that they would soon be picking this world apart. History is written by the victors, as they say. The Right Hand was on cruise control, hopping from planet to planet, as domains were conquered beneath the crushing influence of the One Sith. Gabriel, recently minted as the Wrath of the Dark Lord, fell more into the position of executioner than conqueror. But he had gotten a taste for it and like a dog with the scent of blood, well, old habits die hard.

What information he did have referred to a large city known as Botor-Prime and intelligence about a specific cartel leader and his affinity for Pazaak. And on the other hand, he had historical information regarding the presence of a defensive enclave that was currently meeting in regards to the future of Botor and neighboring planets. And even more importantly, mentioned enclave had a certain purse power that hardly interested the man, but most assuredly interested certain individuals within the One Sith. A claiming of the Botor Income Ministry could help continue to fund the One Sith war machine through illegal taxation, property ownership, and company licensing. Not to mention the numerous other avenues of income, such as tourism and confiscation of money and drugs from illegal organizations. There were many facets to this scheme and truth be told, none of them really interested the former Hand.

But, he was a slave to his purpose. So he would descend upon the enclave with a fiery sense about him and an unrelenting resolve. Before heading towards the hangar bay, he forwarded the dossier of information to the One Sith forces for them to scope and complete as they saw fit. Maybe they needed it, maybe they didn't. Neither of those matters concerned him.

 

[Vrag]

Objective 1: Play to win​

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Even a unscrupulous Sith like her realized that joining a game of Pazaak with your mask on was... well, unfair didn't even begin to cover it. With a certain inebriated conversation lingering in the back of her mind as she pushed open the doors to an establishment that was a likely culprit in a number of crimes. Luckily for the owner, Vrag couldn't care less about their altercations with the law, so long as they let her in on them. Arriving decked out in full-body armor hadn't seemed like the most inspired idea, so the woman had gone to an exceptional length to conceal her nature; she put on a robe.

Man, what an effort!

Well, it was, for her at least. Anyway, the Lady in Black swept in, putting the bouncer in his place with a passing glance. Every predator, in time, developed something of an innate sense that helped them recognize their kind. As it so happens, it also made the intent in her blue eyes crystal clear to the bulky man at the entrance, and he looked away in an unspoken defeat, acknowledging his betters. The woman merely blinked, turning her cold gaze to the buxom maid behind the counter.

"Tell me," Vrag started, her voice as soft as the slide of satin against a blade, "how many credits to loosen your tongue?" It was almost physically taxing, to force those words out of her mouth, but even she knew when to use the carrot instead of the stick.

 

[Dara Gola]

Nyrrea hated herself for even deciding to do this, but she was the perfect being for the job. She adjusted her 'top' if you could even call it that. The thin material was barely enough to cover her and make her decent. The bottom was sheer and lacey the only solid part of it was the skimpy shorts she had underneath. she had to leave her lightsaber behind, mostly because she wasn't wearing enough clothes to hide it. She had wandered into the Botor Enclave with the other 'entertainment'; no one seemed to notice an extra Twi'lek in the group, and after flirting with the majordomo, no one even bothered her. she had free movement throughout the small lounge area outside of the meeting room.

She wasn't sure when or who would be there to help convince the enclave to side with the Sith, but whoever it was, she sure hoped they noticed her in the background. she approached one of the many guards waiting in the lounge area and smiled up at him as she stroked his arm, " You have such big muscles, I bet you can't fit anything else in that jacket at all because they are so big." she said, rubbing his arm gently through his coat.

" I can to, sweetheart. I have my pistol and my knife right on the inside, and there's plenty of room for more." the look in his eyes was enough to make her sick to her stomach, but it let her know that she could stay close to him the entire night; which worked to her favor perfectly, his pistol would come in handy if she needed to be more 'firm' later on in the night.


[member="Reverance"]

 

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The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or so the age old proverb went. It was a saying that Ein was beginning to live by. The loyalty of friends and allies was reserved for those who spilled blood for a belief. Whether their opposition practiced another religion, held different values lose to their hearts, or were the transgressors, those honest folk who committed acts of violence for a cause would always find others with the same mind.

The One Sith were such a group, as were the Jedi and their Republic allies. Neither was entirely different from the other, but one held Ein's mother as a prisoner of war, and the other had the resources to liberate her. That capability in its entirety determined where the young man leant his support.

He was not important enough in the Sith hierarchy to take the planet's leadership itself, but he was more than useful when it came to the Income Ministry.

"This pass looks a bit outdated mister Klein." The security guard by the entrance to the Income Ministry's wing of the Botor Enclave. Unlike the majority of the Sith Lords, Ein was someone you would expect to find wandering a mall with his significant other, rather than his actual practices.

"I'm so sorry. I just -" Ein drew in a deep breath, having ran here to simulate being flustered. "I just...whew....there was an issue at the registration booth, and I was supposed to report to the Income Ministry. I'm scheduled to start as an intern for the minister, and I can't lose this opportunity."

The guard lofted a brow. A sizable queue had begun to form behind Ein, and an annoyed looking Nikto was grumbling a string of curses under his breath. The guard took a long look over Ein's reddened face, and stared curiously at the black suit the young man wore.

"Fine, but after the meeting you'd better get that fixed son." He grumbled. "We can't have you wandering around without a pass."

"Thank you!" Ein grabbed the guard by the cuff of his shirt, and smiled so wide that even the most suspicious inquisitor might think twice about pinning him with malevolent ambitions.

Someone from behind Ein stifled a laugh, and the guard, red faced with embarrassment, shoved the young man back.

"Just go on boy! You're holding up the line dammit." He boomed.

Ein blinked twice for effect, and gave a short bow. "Of course sir. Sorry sir." He strode onward down the hall.

Ein had passed the gates just as he'd hoped. They would have surely detained him if his performance was anything less than perfect. The Sith would join in on this little meeting, and Ein would have a bit of fun with the Enclave's bank accounts.

His boots slapped the cream tile with a sense of purpose. His head was held high, like that of any proud young man allowed to serve his government in such an important position. He looked like any of the dozen personnel wandering about to fulfill their own purposes.

Ein made a sharp right down the next turn, and headed straight for the Ministry's offices.



[member="Reverance"]

[member="Nyrrea Danton"]

[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel sat at the bar in a seedy cantina far away from the Primeval battlefields, taking some time to collect himself after the endless conquest. He just wanted to be alone after so many group missions, is that too much to ask? The planet he is on currently holds no allegiance to any of the major factions, and there is plenty of money to be made through simple bounties and ‘security work’ that establishments such as the one he was in required.

Tonight Mikkel was finished with his most recent contract and was looking to grab a quick drink before meeting back up with the fleet. Ready to get back into the fight, Mikkel was already wearing his Agent armor under his shadowcloak, his helmet in the courier bag over his shoulder. Looking over at the bartender, Mikkel tapped two fingers on the counter to order a double shot of--well whatever it is they have here. Before the woman could even get him his drink, a Firrerreo woman brushed past the bouncer and interrupted the barmaid with a question of bribery. Irritated, Mikkel walked up to the woman.

“Hey, don’t interrupt the maid. Some of us here are in a rush.” Mikkel said, his Primeval armor slightly exposed.

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Vrag]

Objective 1​

[member="Mikkel Markov"]​

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Her eyebrow twitched ever so slightly, but the woman ignored him easily and leaned slightly more threateningly over the counter. Nothing major, you understand, but that little change in her demeanor was enough to convince the barmaid. The waitress gave her a nervous smile that never reached the eyes, clambering to pull something out of the bottom shelf; Vrag's muscles tensed at the action, and her fingers brushed against the hilt of the knife she kept hidden in the loose sleeve of her robe. One wrong move, and the gifted blonde would find herself lying in a pool of her own blood, gurgling in vain as she would try to staunch the flow of life out of her body.

"Deal with it," she threw at the bald man as she passed him, circling around the counter to receive her way into the game. A credit chit and a token exchanged hands, and then the Knight turned on her heel, gaze fixated on the door in the back. Two tall, burly rodians stood alongside it, glaring at any and all that dared to come close without the appropriate credentials. Credentials that, incidentally, the Sith now possessed.

The woman allowed herself the smallest of smiles as she flashed her newly acquired pass at the pair, and pushed past without a care for their grumbling. They'd have reason to complain soon enough, that much was true, but let no one ever say that she didn't try doing it the nice way.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: En route to Botor
Objective: Infiltrate the Botor Enclave
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"]

Melori was barely more than a raw Acolyte, but she had ambition - and that meant getting outside of her comfort zone. It was a risk to be too well-known too soon, but it was one she was prepared to take. Yes, it might attract enemies - and certainly most would be more powerful than her, but if she was worthy, she would endure.

So she'd agreed to be part of the group that infiltrated the Botor Enclave. What role she'd precisely play she had limited knowledge of, so she looked across the shuttle to the other member of the 'partnership' and wondered if she was better informed.

Of course, they could just arrive and 'wing-it' - it was always a valid plan in Melori's eyes as she often felt constricted by rigid plans. Give her an objective and any basic parameters and she'd work it out as she went along. And today felt like it was going to be one of those days.

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

Location: Atmosphere of Botor
Objective: 2 - Infiltrate Enclave

Nam Karakk, a Vong of Hrosha-Gul, was on his way to the planet of Botor. It was destined to become a part of the One Sith and what else could th Yuuzhan Vong do other than obey the orders of the gods? All was destined to belong to the faction one day and step by step, they marched towards the vision so many Sith talked about.

The Yuuzhan Vong stood in a ship which had just jumped out of the Hyperspace, watching over the stars and admiring their beauty. All the stars had to die one day and that reminded him of the cycle of life. People had to die. Maybe that day, so many people on the planet would face their destiny. Maybe not? Who knows?

The ship wasn't his -- his brain was not complex enough to fly one, not even speaking of ruling over it. He was just a mere companion, a simple warrior flying along the powerful Sith.

Only for one reason -- to unite all under the rule of the Vision.

 

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There was a certain pleasure to be taken in the deceiving of others. A feeling of superiority that exhilarated the senses, adrenaline born not of violence but intrigue. Ein was currently drunk off of it, but he would not be overconfident.

The force adept was quite aware of how destructive arrogance could be. It was the downfall of many Sith Lords, as well as every other big bad with an ego. He would not succumb to such trivial things.

"So you're Joseph then?" The technician mused from his seat in the corner of the room. Plastic cups were strewn about the small chamber. Illuminated monitors lit the darkness from every corner of the room, catching the milky tiles and the tan walls in a ghostly blue light.

Ein had expected...more?

"That's right!" He exclaimed, all enthusiasm. "I'm here to assist you until the Minister has time to meet with me."

The technician wheeled around in his chair. He was a large Twi'lek who clearly spent more time eating than he did walking. Candy wrappers were strewn across his work desk, and a plastic bag from some mom and pop store down the road had spilled its contents of sausages and biscuits across the work desk.

"Good deal. I'm Ran'lef. Pleased to meet you kid." He offered a hand, and Ein took it without hesitation.

The connection was instantaneous. Ein's vision went beneath the Twi'lek's skin. It traveled through his veins and shot up his bloodstream, forcing its way through the neck and into his cranium.

"You as well, Ran'lef."

Ran'lef held a hand to his throat as it was closed by Ein's will alone. The younger man squeezed his hand to distract the Twi'lek of the sudden terror he felt, and then it was gone.

Ran'lef was not dead. He had simply passed out from the lack of oxygen. It was crude, but Ein had no talent for mind tricks, and he was not going to murder a stranger for doing his job.

"Hi! This is Joesph." He comes the ship [member="Darth Venefica"] and company approached on. "The enclave has received your request for an appointment! Normally you would have to await for the meeting to adjourn." Ein settled on his knees, and sifted through the various programs on Ran'lef's terminal. One of which happened to be the program to authorize passes. "But we understand that your is a special case! Your access passes will be sent to your holoterminal. Please present them at the gates, and you will be allowed full entrance to our facilities! If you have any further issues don't hesitate to call me!"

Win keyed off the comm, and found himself smiling. He immersed himself a bit too much in his role at times. The adept shook his head, and began the task of sending each individual pass - with fake names and identification codes courtesy of Ein's active imagination - to the Sith ship.

He snickered as he pressed the send button.

The names went as follows: Dick Cox, Ruzang Yon, Nudge Budgerson, and Blaze Jetfury. This would provide those the Sith and their allies either landing or en route to Botor a free wall through security into the building - so long as they didn't kill anyone.

Ein tilted his head back to look at the unconscious form of Ran'lef. "You care if I have any?" He gestured toward a sausage biscuit. The Twi'lek did not stir. Ein reached over and took a huge bite out of the closest morsel."Thanks." He grunted through a mouthful.




[member="Nam Karakk"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Dara Gola]

Objective: Get into the Enclave meeting
Location: Somewhere near the Enclave meeting
Allies: None she can see

She watched as more guards arrived, the enclave meting must have been starting soon. Her admirier had left her side to go ensure that he was seen by whoever it was that he worked for. Several well dressed beings have left trough the only door she could see, she wasn't sure how many people were in the meeting area, but judging by the amount of people coming and going from the room she was in, there were quite a few. The newest person to enter through the door was a well dressed Twi'lek male, His coat cost as much as most of the guards in the room would make in a year. It was opulent and gaudy. Majordomo. She thought as she watched him walk the room like a king in a court.

His eyes stopped on her for a second and the sneer he gave her was enough to cement her impression of him. He ruled the roost and was proud of it, She cowered back in fear, as her cover would have. She wandered over to one of the other entertainers and tapped her on the shoulder, " Who is that." She said motioning to the Twi'lek.

" That's Runn Borils, he's in charge of the meetings. He hires the security for the hall, the food.. and us. You'd be smart to stay away from him." The theelin woman said. " Do yourself a favor and get back to being entertainment, if he sees us talking we both get in trouble." she turned and walked towards a smartly dressed Bith.

Nyrrea watched and waited, her chance was coming soon. She just needed to make sure she was in position when it did. Seeing her muscle bound friend she smiled ans walked up, " There's a lot of people here today... you guys having a party?" She glanced around, looking for any familiar faces in the crowd, hoping someone showed up soon. She wasn't sure she could handle this alone.

" Don't worry about that sweetheart, you just keep that smile bright and let old Flue take care of you." She giggled at his words and wrapped her arm around his, her other arm moving into his jacket, as close to his pistol as she could get it without alarming him and let her hand rest on his side.


[member="Ein Necavich"] [member="Nam Karakk"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Reverance"]

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: En route to Botor
Objective: Infiltrate the Botor Enclave
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"]

Melori watched as at least one other Sith did as more guards arrived and she wondered how access was going to be possible – especially as the Force was not an option.

And as she observed the Twi’lek Sith engage in conversation with one of the guards she had an idea. OK, she wasn’t an exotic dancer, but to human eyes she was pretty enough. So she waited until the others had entered and not been challenged and then waited some more. A good five minutes later she rushed up to the guards on the door, sounding somewhat out of breath.

“Runn…Borils..is…gonna…kill…me…late…really…late…kark…it…”

The guards gave her the once over and one of them smirked. “It’s yer lucky day darlin’ – I’m gonna let ya in an’ now you owes me, right?” He gave her a wink that was subtle enough to take out a star destroyer from fifteen klicks.

She squeezed his bicep. “I was hoping you’d say that…” She stood on tip-toes and gave him a peck on the cheek before slipping in to the door he’d narrowly opened.

Where she went from here however, was anyone’s guess.