A Royal Affair - Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Gala Hex

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: Assassins
Post: 25/38

Cathul was focusing on the taser in the Force, knowing that no one else in the guards would make use of a taser. And so she precipitatedly left the ballroom to give chase to that girl that looked like a pretty, rich aristocratic girl would look like, using Force-speed, much like a Jedi would in such a situation. May the Force have mercy on the guards still in station inside the ballroom, knowing that I am on course to intercept an assassin, she thought, while running through the palace hallways. When she finally found the suspicious girl, with the taser holstered on her right hip, closing in with her fellow assassins, still on the outside perimeter as she sensed it in the Force, she increased the vibrational frequencies of the taser using pyrokinesis, so as to render the taser so hot that it would burn her, or otherwise fall off as the holster burned. Once the girl realized that the red-hot taser fell on the ground, along with a burned holster, near a corner of the palace...

"What did I do to deserve this?" the girl asked, while clearly thinking that she did something wrong for Cathul to use pyrokinesis on the taser.

"You just tasered one of your fellow attendees. For this reason I think you are in league with these assassins"

"I did that?" the girl asked, surprised.

"You should know better than to anger a space witch"

"Space witch?"

"You will taser your fellow assassins" Cathul told the girl, using mind tricks, while cryokinesis was used on the taser to cool it down.

"I will taser my fellow assassins"

"You will lead me to your fellow assassins"

"I will lead you to my fellow assassins"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Obligatory MMO boss battle music​

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V J U N
Post 8 of 38
Objective: Sith Cultists
Location: Chateau de Bad Things
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Gear: Eukagar'gam | DC-17 Clone Trooper Pistol | Survival Knife

Turning from out of the celebratory booty dance, and the clone had his blaster in hand.

A quick series of trigger pulls sent a volley of blaster bolts in a tight firing pattern aimed at one of the cultists. The Sith blocked the first, deflected the second, but caught the third in the shoulder. The velocity from the shot spun the cultist around.

"Why are there Sith here, anyway?" the boy asked, largely rhetorically. Why the Sith did anything was anyone's guess.

They were just those kids who didn't know how to share their toys. Or video games. Or that last brownie in the cafeteria when there was only one left and three kids hadn't gotten dessert.

Just think, they could all be camping around a fire, making s'mores right now.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

"We can't fight what we can't see, let alone hit. We need information and we need a strategy. The damned silvers refused to talk to us. Should be called the yellow Jedi. They'll be no help. Where else can we search for information? The galaxy is damned big. I'm too old to go turning over every rock to look for sith scuttling in the darkness."

Alec mulled over the question as others spoke. When a hush fell eventually, though, she spoke up.


"That name's popped up in the old family material. Grandpa crossed paths with him once or twice. My dad used to work for him, a long time before he adopted the resol'nare. It's known for sure that Mandalorians killed Velok around, oh, twenty years ago -- Mia Monroe and Tracyn Ordo and a couple others -- but he came back bigger, stronger, still old but not as ancient. Maybe it was the same one, maybe not. After that is when he did all the holocron auction stuff at Contruum and screwed with the Republic. That's where they killed him. Hasn't been heard of since, but if he's back, it wouldn't surprise me. Grandpa always told me that some Darksiders could cheat death a few different ways.


"I know the family archive material about my dad; I know it pretty well. Nothing in there, in any of the vaults or holocrons, has anything about Velok coming back. I checked, though, because that name came up for me recently, separate from all of this. I was hanging some Sith cultists on Vjun, and Velok was a name they mentioned. The context was Dromund Kaas." Major Sith world in times past; capital of the modern Sith Empire; the Silvers' only current foothold in the Stygian Caldera. "Past that, they didn't know anything." She patted the Hellburner slow-disintegrator at her belt. "I made sure. Point is, if this Velok is operating on Dromund Kaas, he probably means to kick the Silvers out of the Caldera entirely, sooner or later. Set up an empire a year from now, or five, or ten. Whatever it takes, playing the long game, like you said. That'd be in line with how the old Velok or Veloks used to operate. I don't like the idea of him digging in like that, this close to us, and clearly the Silvers can't find their collective shebs long enough to stop him. I don't think they've ever run into anyone who operates like this. To them, a Sith organization is either some little cult to be eradicated, or an empire to be avoided."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Vjun
Castle Bast

Much as Mobius might have liked to stay and discuss how exactly the cult knew of their arrival, he had a job to do.

The Sith's lightsaber whooshed to life in time to meet a crackling tendril of energy from Mobius' arc caster.

"You will die in this castle," hissed the cultist.

"Hauum. Maybe, but you'll die first."

Fwwwwooooosh.

Fire from a Myrmidon's flamethrower engulfed the Sith, setting both flesh and cloth alight. The human stumbled back, screaming, arms flailing wildly.

Hrunga's hammer came down with a mighty crunch, nailing the cultist on the head and driving him into the ground like a tent peg. Except tent pegs usually didn't come apart when you hit them.

The Herglics moved past the open castle doors to discover what lay beyond.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: Assassins
Post: 26/38

Now that Cathul knows that she has successfully used the mind trick on the assassin that tasered one [member="Lok Munin"], she has almost exhausted her supply of Force-energy doing all the uses of the Force she did on that night. But not entirely; she is just rather low on power. Also, while mind-tricked, the girl still acts as if she wanted to introduce Cathul to the assassins, even as the near-Jedi is being led to the rest of the assassins, at a rather brisk pace because the assassin doesn't want to arouse suspicion. But what the assassin doesn't realize is that bringing in a space witch whose gift is to use the Force with a much higher level of precision so as to make the most out of her power is a dangerous proposition at best for the assassins. All she could use the Force for was to ensure that she is actually led to the assassins with a mind-tricked assassin to lead the way. The little man one [member="Mesh'la Dral"] once spotted, was there, screaming in horror upon seeing the very space witch that used Force-stasis on him, which later wore off. But the mind trick still held sway over that assassin that tasered Lok, pointing the taser pistol at one of her fellow assassins.

"As promised, I've brought you to my fellow assassins" the mind-tricked assassin told the other assassins, pointing at Cathul.

"A... space witch? Run!" the little man screamed in horror before being tasered by the mind-tricked girl.

At this instant, the mind-tricked assassin girl shot the taser pistol at each and every assassin she personally knew as such, while Cathul concentrates all the Force-energy she has left into one Force-stasis shot aimed at the assassins. Said Force-stasis will have the same effect as the tasers, functionally speaking, but thanks to Cathul's knowledge of neuropsychology, she is actually doing roughly the same thing as with a mind trick, but aimed at a different area of the targets' brains compared to the conventional mind trick. She knows the spell won't last too long but long enough to arrest them, and that was satisfying to her. To catch the assassins without spilling blood. They were busy probing and mapping out the site for escape routes: that's why they were stuck at the outer perimeter.

"You're under arrest under the charge of conspiracy to assassinate. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you might say may be held against you. If you do not have a lawyer, the court will provide you one" Cathul told the tasered assassins, with a little tiredness in her voice after using all too many spells in such a short span of time, most of whom were, however, rather weak.

 

[Revenchent]

It wasn't the first time Corin had come across one of his wayward kind. Something in the back of his head told him that it would most certainly not be the last, either. There were thousands of them out there, and it was not realistic to think they had all absconded to Mandalore. Corin accepted Canal's station in the family tree immediately; bowing his head somewhat in a vague show of respect.

"You and uncle Galaar," Corin voiced, Lord Cabur bristling at the mention of its late master's name. Corin offered the beast a sympathetic look and a scratch behind the ears, which seemed to calm it down. From his kneeling position, Corin looked up at Canal. "From what I've seen, working as a soldier without a cause leaves you a bit hollow. A lot of the men back home suffer from it."

Corin offered the elder clone a smile, and this one was genuine, warm even. He rose up to his feet, and Lord Cabur trotted up to Canal, reaching up with clawed paws to grab at the man's leg. "You could always come back to Kurs'taylir," he offered. "Plenty of the old kin still there. Them and their children -- like myself, I suppose."

He gestured down toward the Strill. "Lord Cabur and I are on the hunt for something that led my father astray. Something that's been at war with my clan for a few decades now," he paused. "Are you here with the protectors?"

[member="Canal"]

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

"I don't know why the Silvers snubbed us," Davon replied with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "As much as that annoys me I'm not about to throw them to the wolves. I'd rather fight the pack when it's weak, than when it's well established, fed and strong.

"We should put the funds into re-establishing the network of listening stations," Davon agreed. He brought a weathered hand up to scratch at the whiskers that framed his jaw.

"Does any clan have contacts in that region? Ession perhaps? We could do with placing a station and garrison in the region as a statement and early response force."

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Aargonar
Allies: [member="Corin Tal'verda"]
Enemies: TBD
Objective: BYOO
Post: 21

"It's like being a battle droid. You're all programmed and engineered to be a soldier for something you weren't even signed up for. I thought I was fighting for freedom, peace, and justice; but I was just another pawn for those above me." Fighting for something that he was created for did made him feel a bit less hollow. Of course, he was engineered and taught to believe that. That the Confederacy was the future of the Galaxy and that they were the greater good of mostly everything, but it was just an oligarchy of corporate owners he was fighting for and for what? Their own wellbeing he assumed Or at least that was what he thought. He didn't know the other side of the story besides his own.

"To the clan? That's...yeah, I'd like that. I think that'll help me from the lost path I've been. It's been a long time since I've called someone family."

"No, I'm not with the protectors. I came here by myself. I saw Isley Verd's IFF tag which lured me here. And I hope whatever is at war with the clan has a big gun. I'd be disappointed if they were just a ragtag of imbeciles as our enemies."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

V J U N
Post 9 of 38
Objective: Sith Cultists
Location: Chateau de Bad Things
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Gear: Eukagar'gam | DC-17 Clone Trooper Pistol | Survival Knife

One shot.

Two shots.

Blue shots.

The weapon in the child's hand was a relic of the Clone Wars. The bolts it fired were a deep indigo color as the shot burned in the air, sizzling as they came in contact with lightsaber, robe, or flesh. In short order however, the boy found that he had exhausted the tibana gas cartridge on the weapon. A trigger pull, the bolt fired, even as the retaining pin slid back to eject the smoking, superheated cartridge from the pistol frame.

The little Mando child just blinked as he pulled back on the trigger, then looked at the blaster wondering why it wasn't blasting. "Oh, chit," the Clone Trooper boy swore, more at himself for losing count of his shots. That was first year basic training!

Taking his left hand off the blaster, the boy started to reach for a spare cartridge, when he saw a cultist come barreling up into the cave. Reacting swiftly, the boy activated the whipcord launcher on his left gauntlet. The shot sprang up, in preparation to fire.

Before he could bring his arm up however, the cultist did one of those Jedi hand-wavy things. Three found himself tossed backwards as though something had just picked him up. As the child came down, with the added weight of his eukgar'gam, his arm smacked against the ground.

The whipcord launcher fired off, the cable aimed now at [member="Vilaz Munin"]...

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Vjun
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="3X744"], [member="Mishka Larraq"]
Enemies: Sith Cult and #TerentatekLivesDontMatter
Objective: 3
Post: 22

The Sith Cultist and the Akaan were still fighting head on. Vilaz's scattergun was useless as the Cultist had sliced the weapon in half, thus making it completely useless in all angles of combat. But the Munin still had plenty of arsenal on his person; however, he wouldn't engage the Darksider through the means of range weaponry. He could use his pistols in close quarters, but he chose his beskad than that. The two did trade blows but with Vilaz's combat expertise and his Mandalorian armor he was outmatching the Cultist in every way. It was only a matter of time before the Munin would break through the man's defenses and end his life.

But then something happened. Something grappled and tied him up which was one of his leg, and this caused him to trip.

Oh, crap.

The Mandalorian fell onto the solid ground of the cave which gave the Cultist his chance and opportunity to strike down on him, but the hostile wouldn't have his moment to shine. Oh, no, the Cuir Rekr turned and raised his left arm at the man and then unleashed a stream of crimson fire which would leave the Cultist's clothes and body being burned. The Cultist expressed his pain and agony with yells and screams, the flames gifting him second and third degree burns.

"Oh, don't worry. Let me ease the pain," Vilaz said in a sarcastic tone and pulled out one of his dual pistols. A quantity of red blaster bolts would make contact on the Sith Cultist which ended his life. Not only that, but the ambush party of Sith Cultist and the Terentatek were neutralize permanently.