A Watery Grave (OS Dominion of Glee Anselm)

[Olom Grihk]

Location: base in the Cave in the lair in crypt in the hole of the bottom of the Sea.

Participants (I'm on my side-muahahahahah): [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Spark Finn"] @sitar qin [member="Sage Bane"] and whoemever else is working through the cave network.


Seven years. Seven Years, Olom Grihk had awaited for his break, and this had been it. The Cult of the black Leviathan had worshipped one such specimen, nearly a thousand a years ago. They had given it black armor forged of a basalt-based variant of quadrasteel, mounted blasters a top it, and rode it across the seas after awakening the beat in a failed attempt to overthrow the planet, thwarted by Jedi.



The creature had long since died. But the armor, and the remains, had been here. He had found it working alongside Nomad, and beginning his descent into darkness. However, Olom saw more potential here. More power. He had scraped every piece of the beasts remains, and fused it into a room, placed atop a reactor, and began filling the armor and exo-skeletal remains with high-end walker parts. The work had been tedious, stealing and reprogramming amphibious labor droids.



As he heard whispers of Sith agents planning a coup, he had to move up his time table. He stoel more droids, occasionally leaving false flags of either One Sith or Anselmi insurgents to cover his tracks. War was a good time to be a thief--there was no shortage of idiots to frame.


He commanded his labor and defensi drodis into various positions, and locked the doors to his base--but he didn't encrypt the locks. He'd know when they came in, he only needed time to meet whoemver breached his base first. It was at the base of several tunnels, and the war--a war he coudl sense--emboldened him further. He wouldn't even need to kidnap anyone--sufficient sacrifices we're liekly to be made in the antechamber without his need to slay them himself. The entryways all led to a large area with a grated floor. Perfect for waht was needed. He stood in the room above the reactor. It was built in ways reminiscent of a Sith Meditation chamber in principle, if not construction. The Nexus Loci on Dagobah, where he had spent seven years, had been informative. To create a true force nexus, local or otherwise, one needed actions that resonated in the force. War was a reliabel source of such turmoil. As was anger. The armor itself, had been attuned to him. Attuned to his will.


An odd trick, was that attuned materials were more responsive to force powers. He could, for example, "jump-start" an engine with force-lightning, if he took the time to attune it to his energies first. He'd been attuning this machine, letting the droids handle the majority of the construction. Piece by piece. It had been a long seven months. At this point, all the mechanical work had been completed on this project. This monster.


[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YNfX1oU2XA[/youtube]



His monster. Needle like teeth shone as he meditated. He input some simple command on his datapad. "Bring the samples to the Reactor maintenance room. Assign defense droids to monitor each entrance. Notify me of any breach attempts immediately. I will entertain whatever company arrives."


He focused. Every bottle of blood and ichor from this damned beast's remains, every fragment of armor, even when reforged, still held a portion of the beasts' soul. It would be enough. However, he'd need more power to tap into it without melting his own sanity away.


Well, whatever Sanity could be said to be had by the diminutive mastermind.



He focused in meditation. Black. Metal. Blood. Flesh. Beast. Rage. Passion. Hunger. He had fasted for three days, the Hunger being a piece of his visions. He grinned. It would begin. It would grow. Excellent. The spirit of the damned behemoth lived on, in spite of it's forsaken body. It would be enough to power the creation of this new monster. A small tremor occurred as one of the limbs moved.


"Find me." He said the words, focusing his training in Dun Moch to let the force fill them, letting them echo throughout liek a whisper in the caves.

Find me.

 

[Spark Finn]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Swampy swamp [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Sabrina Kotass"] (doin’ her own thang) [member="Rekha Kaarde"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enerrrmies: [member="Sitara Qin"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Sage Bane"] [/SIZE][member="Viktor Noali"] (yes, YOU bby)

The protective force bubble receded as the refugees made it behind Coren's Angels. The leftover body parts being pushed off the boulder by this guy was enough to make her glad she ate a farm-fresh, organic salad for lunch. Nothing heavy.

Who was this chump? Definitely a little cray. #craysithiscray

"Okay Mister Property-uh-Death guy. Even with just pinky you're out-matched." Hopefully Anastasia wasn't just offended by Spark's new nickname for the senior member of their group.

She whispered to Anastasia. "Think you can handle hot-stuff, there? I'll escort these guys back to the transport."

The slicer, techno-path began to back away, using some made-up fancy hand-motions behind her back to clue the refugees in to follow her lead. The more distance between Mister Cray, the better.

 

[FN-2446]

Post 1/20
Objective: #1
Location: Somewhere in a marsh.
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Sitara Qin"] | One Sith

Treck was knee deep in some marsh, assault rifle drawn, combat knife at the ready. He didn't even know what type of wildlife had existed in this swamp.
He was scanning for any life signs. He didn't see anything, though. But he felt something. something he had felt before. He continued on his way in the swamp, he walked slowly, falling into a few holes every now and then, causing loud splashes. Of course wildlife was here, it was a swamp. Treck searched for the signature of whoever was there, he then looked around the trees that were around him. Was there anything that could have attacked him? Someone tracking him? He heard motion in the trees, immediately turning to that direction and firing.
Pewn, Pewn Pewn, Pewn.
It was just a bird, but his cover was blown. If he even needed cover. He then continued on his way, searching for life.

After a few miles of a walk, Treck stumbled upon two people, both of which he had met before.​

He knew that they wouldn't attack him, they were Sith Assassins. So was he. He slowly approached the couple in a line, before saying​

"What's the plan?"​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: War
Location: Near some Jedi
Allies: One Sith @Saiah @Darth Veles [member="Viktor Noali"]​

Enemies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Post: 6/20​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKK5L0IYheQ​

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"Kill everyone. Kill everything. No one belongs on this planet except for the Anselmi! Let us show these fish why!"​

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A resounding cry sounded out over the whole of the Anselmi war path. Ferus, still disguised as the High General, bellowed over the sound of the armies death march. Another city had been burned to ashes in their wake, leaving behind nothing but the charred remains of their most hated foes, and some of their own brethren. The Nautolan were naturally stronger and faster, so even with surprise and numbers there were bound to be casualties.​

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But without the help of the government, none of these cities would stand a chance. On wards they marched, crushing and burning anything that had to do with the invaders from the sea who pushed them from their homes. Who forced them to fight like dogs over scraps while they lived in luxury. This was a truth no more. Comfort, peace. They shattered it as they burned through the country side, roaring out battle cries and slaughtering any who stood in their way. Travelers were not spared, woman were not spared. No one was.​

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Their march was, however, leading towards none other than the confrontation between the Mandalorian Jedi in pink armor, and the Sith with a broken lightsaber. Regardless on what they were going to do, they were about to find themselves in front of one of the angriest armies in the galaxy.​

 

[Sitara Qin]

Objective: 2. | Get kicked to give away location of parents.
Location: Underwater Caverns
Allies: One sith | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | @Reverence | Possibly Others
Enemies Engaged: None so far
6/20

She wasn’t going to be satisfied taking back this one kid. She wanted more to bring back besides this brat. She forced a smile to her head as she patted the scared child. While Sage was here, it was a good time to probe him for information. Besides, if he didn’t want to give it up, she could always ask the man beside her to pry it free from his tiny childish mind. Kids were probably a lot easier to probe than adults, though she wasn’t too sure. She knew a lot of people thrice the brat’s age who’d sell their own brothers out for a measly credit.

“We’re going to find your daddy now, okay?” She said, leaning over to meet his height. His dark eyes stared back at her, obviously suspicious of the newcomer who joined them. Sitara bit her lip, wondering if this was a good time to plant an illusion into his head, maybe make him see that he is colourblind after all.

“Look, more people are coming. If you aren’t going to tell me where he is soon, somebody else might get to him. He might be dead already.” Slavery was better than getting killed, right?

Besides, she hoped Avreet got out okay. At least he had other prisoners with him. The most important thing was that the mission was going to be a success, one way or the other.

“B-but I don’t know…”

“Any idea where he might be looking for you at least?”

“M-maybe.”

“Then show us.”

“O-o-okay.”

“What’s your dad’s name, kid?”

“Minwhec.”

That…was a pretty random sounding name, but alright. She’s heard worse. She smiled, before looking back at Sage. Unless they’d actually pursue the jedi, it didn’t seem like they were going to engage into a battle with them soon. She was actually looking forward to it. Although…Sitara was certain the armed forces were probably still there, and close.

And Sitara did want to eliminate them.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post = 6/20]​

Objective: 3. Oversee construction of a Sith military base on the surface (tick) See what fun could be had over at the starport (next on the agenda)
Location: Next to the rather nasty mess on the ground
Allies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"]
Theme: What were you expecting?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWTkO6Y3y-4

‘I don't need your flowers, they'll just go to waste
I don't want your candy cause I don't like the taste
There never was
A possibility I'd stick around
It never was
My intention to let you down
The kind of girl that's good at playin’ house
Ya want it ya need it
I tell ya but you don't believe it.’

She sensed him before she saw him – a Sith Lord uncloaked was hard for an Acolyte to miss. And he was heading her way. In truth he was heading in this direction and Jaron was here too – but her mind only computed life revolving around her – so she imagined he was coming to meet her.

Was she a bad team player? Absolutely not – but neither was she great at taking orders – and Lords tended to do that. Even if they didn’t mean to. She’d secured a militia building in close proximity to the starport and it would make a perfect base of operations until the One Sith hierarchy decided to either develop it – or build something from the ground up. OK, they’d have to replace that window – the one that now crunched underfoot – but that was a small price to pay for her completion of the task.

Again, there was no concept of they – only of Melori. Had she curbed her arrogance? Yes – but it was still there. Sooner or later someone would put her in her place – but it hadn’t happened yet. And she wondered if this was the man to do it?

Her natural instinct was to walk past him and start to work on clearing out the vestiges of resistance in the starport. She didn’t need to be told she’d done a good job, or that someone was taking over from here. She did what was required and she moved on. It was her way. But…

But...he was a Sith Lord and deserved more respect than just being ignored. He could have a specific assignment or bring news. So she directed the Sitherhood troopers to ensure a swift handover to regular troops and to meet her wherever she ended up.

And she waited patiently and nodded an acknowledgement to the Sith Lord as he approached. She never bowed – too many years on Corellia had knocked that particular form of greeting out of her. It reflected servitude and that was not something she embraced. She did what was necessary to further both her and the One Sith cause. No more and no less.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Objective: Establish Military Communication Relay
Location: Glee Anselm, Southern Hemisphere
Allies: One Sith Empire
1/20

[Theme]

"As you wish, my Lord."
The holoprojector cut, and the visage of the imposing Sith Pureblood vanished. Darth Vidar was once a general in both the Galactic Republic and the Silver Jedi Order. He had led the Silver's only battalion, known as The Fifth Battalion. At the time his master had successfully held off invasion fleet after invasion fleet from what was at the time the New Order, a remnant of the Galactic Empire.

Travelling to Cholganna was now a journey through a graveyard of fleets that orbited the planet, and entire armies that littered the surface. The jungle planet had seen the worse of the fighting, but slowly and surely the Fifth Battalion had lost its hold until the military installations had been overrun, and soon enough the battalion collapsed.

Sabik had the gnawing feeling his master intended him to walk the same path he had all those many years ago. The one of two identical twins sat comfortably on a speeder bike, surrounded by a small scouting party. At the command of his hand they shot off into the forests, and the immense walkers began to march forward. With every step the earth shook, and with every step he was closer to establishing a permanent base on this world to keep it under Sith subjugation.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Kill the Masters - Dispose of Evidence.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Some forsaken marsh[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Ferus"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Post 6/20[/SIZE]

Saiah opened the doors to the meeting room telekinetically, and let them close behind her. The room filled with a mixture of murmur and cheer as she strode in as a representative for the Sith. She lowered her hood and extended her hands for silence.

“Masters of Glee Anselm. The raid is a success; some of you have seen it with your own eyes. We are pushing the Nautolans back, and those who resist we crush underfoot! The swamps are littered with their dead. Victory is at hand and as such, I propose a toast.”

She gestured to the servants for refreshments, and soon everyone had a cup in their hand. A cup Saiah knew to be poisoned. Saiah raised the cup high, and the Anselmi followed in suit.

“For the future of the Anselmi, and for the rule of Glee Anselm.” The rule of the Sith.

Cups were drained in hungry gulps; a select few of the Anselmi poured their cups on the floor and shot angry glances at Saiah who drained her cup gracefully. When it was empty, she slipped the vial into her hand and smiled a wry smile at those who did not drink. She could feel the poison in her system, but she would endure it for now. Her vision blurred and she clenched her hand around the vial. Just a little more. Come on you feeble thing, resist!

Just then, she heard the first gasps of air and splashes of vomit, she quickly uncorked the vial and drank the bright blue contents. She knew those who had not participated in the drink would take the chance to attack her. She could feel their intent and hear the drawing of vibroswords, probably blasters as well. Her vision sharpened as the danger became imminent and the antidote was taking effect. She counted five blurry figures, one blaster and four vibroswords. Three were already drawn.

Saiah dropped the cup and vial, and extended her hands. Her lightsabre slipped out of her sash and flew into her right hand before the blade extended in all its’ scarlet glory. Her vibroblade jumped out from inside her skirt and to her left hand. She whirled around and threw the vibroblade at the Anselmi with the blaster. It struck him in the inner thigh and his first shot went awry, giving her time to focus on the four melee fighters.

Saiah’s favoured form, Makashi, did not arm her well for fighting multiple opponents, but she would simply have to adapt. Pivoting, she intercepted an overhead strike aimed at her extended arm by swiping upwards with her lightsabre. Her scarlet blade carved out a portion of the vibroblade. Her left hand shot up while a blade extended from the bracer on her wrist. She plunged the blade deep into the approximate area of the Anselmi’s windpipe. She used the motion to pivot and face the second attacker as he came in with a horizontal swipe at her midsection. With a grunt, she gripped onto the Anselmi with her blade still stuck in his windpipe, and pulled him in front of her as a meat shield against the vibroblade. The blade cleaved through the burly fighters back, but did not cleave his torso entirely. Saiah retracted her wristblade and let go. Her lightsabre blade wheeled around and thrust down, piercing a perfect hole in the second Anselmi’s eye. Two down, three to go.

The two last melee fighters seemed shaken by the apparent ease with which she disposed of the two initial opponents. However, the gunner had recovered his composure and aimed his blaster at Saiah. Blasters were another weak point in her preferred form, but she had no doubt that she could deflect a single blaster bolt. The bleeding Anselmi gunner aimed his shot; Saiah aligned her blade with his aim. He fired the shot, and by angling her lightsabre, Saiah deflected it upwards. However, a blaster has more than one shot. He fired three more, with far less aiming. The first whizzed past her ear; the second strafed her leg, forcing her to one knee; the third went over her head as she kneeled. She let out a cry of pain and reached out her hand. With telekinesis, she ripped the blaster out of his hand and caught it in her own. The two melee fighters grew courageous and charged from opposite sides. Saiah rolled backwards and fired the two last shots at one of the Anselmi fighters, the first missed, but the second hit him square in the belly. The second one came bearing down on Saiah with his vibrosword held high. The gunner pulled Saiah’s vibroblade out of his leg and limped towards her. Saiah threw the blaster at the melee Anselmi to stagger him, and leapt from a knee-stand to stab him in the gut. As the former gunner came holding Saiah’s vibroblade, she mustered up another batch of Force energy, and with a hateful cry, she shot a single arc of lightning at the Anselmi. It did not only harm him, but also the engine of the vibroblade, which promptly exploded in his hand. If the lightning did not kill him, the blast and shrapnel would.

Exhausted and wounded, Saiah fell to her back. All around her lay the dead and dying, from poison or wound. She could feel her innards rumbling in disapproval at the battle between the poison and antidote. The former Anselmi gunner and the two wounded in the gut were whimpering in pain as their minds faded away. The poisoned leaders were gurgling as their organs filled with blood and the darkness took them. It was a painful way to die, nasty and undignified. Saiah drank their suffering, their desperation, their anger at her betrayal and their fear of death, it fuelled her. Saiah smiled.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Objective: Establish Military Communication Relay
Location: Glee Anselm, Southern Hemisphere
Allies: One Sith Empire
2/20

[Theme]

"Sir, the scouts have found a clearing ahead."
Sabik waved off the junior officer. His hands gripped the throttle of his speeder, and he twisted. The engine sputtered, then roared. He took off with ever increasing speed, allowing the Force to flow through him. A calm ocean disturbed ever slightly by ripples of emotion. The enhanced instincts of the Force guided him through the swamps, dodging trees as he wound his way towards the beacon.

Arriving in the designated area he found little in way of tree or pond, the soil was hard and pact, not damp and squishy. It was one of the few suitable locations on the planet that could support a structure. A small group of scout troopers were getting off their bikes and taking orders as their officers designated guards, look-outs and those who could take break.

Sabik himself began to map out the area in his mind, and waved in a scout trooper. "I want a full read-out of the surrounding landscape. Organize scouting parties to flush out any enemy resistance in the local area. In the meantime radio into the fleet to begin its descent so that the architects may begin their work. I want this base up and running by the end of the month."

 

[Placeholder 0128]

(4/20)

It is impolite to curse at strangers.

"Old. Enough." The boy grumbled in hopes of shutting the two men up. He wasn't the squeamish sort. When he came across the bodies of those that had defied the Sith, he did not look away. It wasn't the first time he'd seen gore - his farm had been a very violent place in recent years. Besides, he understood the need for realism, and to truly understand what kind of people he might end up dealing with here, he needed to see what they were doing.

That wasn't to say he was pleased to see the bodies.

"Just...try not to get shot down again. I don't think it's healthy to do that twice in one day."

He drew in a sharp breath as he followed along. Truth be told, Cedric had no karking idea where they were going. He'd never been to this world, and never thought he would. The only reason he knew its name was because it was listed as a stop on the trip. For refueling, exchanging of passengers, that sort of thing. Not whatever in Corellia's Nine Hells this was.

"And don't joke about the dead."

[member="Lancem Cuiléin"] [member="Jimmy Nkemdilim"]

 

[Jimmy Nkemdilim]

[7/20 Dom 13/10UC]

Well, looked like mouthy wasn't quite as immune to the destruction as he'd thought. If anything the grim-faced kid seemed to be handling it a bit better. Jimmy for his part wasn't happy about this but, well, it wouldn't be the first time he'd seen things like this. At least he wasn't in the situation where his first reaction to seeing a dismembered leg was to steal it's footwear and then eat it. Look how far he'd come in life!

Look at the positive side, that was the key. Jimmy cracked wise because the alternative was to face what an absolutely terrible place the galaxy was head on and then what was the point of getting up in the morning?

"Trust me kid, it's not on my to-do list."

While he'd never been to this particularly island, and hadn't spent that much time on this world in the past, Jimmy'd done deliveries to places like this, basic layout were all the same. If they'd passed a hotel back there then there ought to be a hangar just..

"Ha!"

Dry ground was at a premium, so the Hangar was underground. Corvettes and other private vessels landed on repulsor life platforms and were ferried in to their resting place while their owners enjoyed the resort. The 'Ha' was in response to a small hut, and the elevator just behind the abandoned desk.

"We're in luck! Chances of them getting all the ships out of an underground hangar with as little notice as they had are just about zero. Folks who were lucky enough to make it would've just been crammed on the most easily accessible ship."

The door was locked, but since the transparent window had been shot out, this was not in fact much of a problem.

"Mind the sharp edges."

Jimmy added, climbing in. And yep, there was the poor bastard who'd been on duty when all this went down. Slugthrower got him from the look of it. Not lucky for him but.. there was the keycard, pinned to his bloodstained shirt. That would make things easier. Jimmy hadn't been lying about his ability to hotwire nearly any ship, but hacking and slicing to try and call up an elevator? He probably could, but it would take a while, and all these dead people and the not far away enough noises of explosions and blasters were really putting him off.

"Thanks buddy."

He muttered, taking the keycard and moving the mans hat from its place on the bloodstained floor to cover the corpses face. He wasn't the sentimental type, but the staring had been creeping him out. In the holos dead folks always looked peaceful. Real life was rarely that neat.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="[FONT=tahoma][COLOR=rgb(100,149,237)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/8165-lancem-cuil%C3%A9in/"]Lancem Cuiléin[/URL]"][/COLOR][/FONT]

 

[Olom Grihk]

2/20



Olom tried to grin as the first group approached. Scared, frightened refugees. Their fear, their desperation, could be felt. They would be of use. They would be helpful. He disheveled his robe slightly, shaking as he walked to the door to the tunnel entrance. He moved briskly, but made a show of leaning heavily on his staff. One had to keep up appearances, after all.


The dimunitive sith watched as the door opened. "Oh my goodness..." he said, looking to the men with their families. A good twenty. He let the force drip from his words. "Are you alright? We need to hurry if we are to evacuate. Please, come to the antechamber..."


The confused Nautolan refugees followed him, unaware of his plan, lulled into a false sense of safety by the feigned timidity of a small, weak Sith. He gestured to a crate. "Weapons. Should enemies force their way through the doors, we'll have to defend the vessel from here until I can evacuate. The children should stay low,behind these crates," he said, gesturing to some innocuous crates. "I will continue finishing the evacuation vessel. If more refugees gather, keep them here for now. I'll lower a ramp into the cargo hold when I can. It's not comfortable, but it beasts dying," he said, handing weaponry to the stronger Nautolans. Blasters and vibro-knives.



He nodded as he sensed more approaching. Either he'd pit the refugees against one another, or one of the Sith would arrive to make things interesting. Either way, he'd get enough blood to flow down into the matrices. Either way, he'd get what he needed. And the blood would feed the beast's gnawing hunger, and his own. He grinned. The fasting had prepared his mind for this. Focusing on hunger, on denial, to make one's own needs greater, increasing his desperation.



OOC: anyone who wnats to come on down to the party should. This will be great.

 

[Darth Veles]

Obj.: 2
Location: Swamp
Allies: Meh
Enemies: Nah
8/20

Chasing after multiple targets that have lost themselves all over the swamps wasn’t Avreet’s strong point; the amphibious Sith preferred sneaking, infiltration, thievery, assassination, all in neatly organised environment that did not provide dozens, if not hundreds of distractions. The awful stench, singing of birds, slithering of snakes, hustle of bugs and insects, random splashes, unsteady ground consisting of murky water and thick mud, danger lurking everywhere, screams of the Force warning him of various lifeforms and hidden dangers completely overwhelming his mind,… but Avreet was the hunter in this hunt and in possession of much experience regarding combat in swamps and marshes. He had hunted wild beasts and Jedi alike in this sort of terrain, even as an inexperienced Acolyte, always emerging victorious and with a trophy as a proof of his success. This had to be the same as before, minus the trophies. His opponents were weak, unworthy, and his honour demanded to grant them swift death with nothing taken from their corpses – there was no prestige in killing these soldiers, mere expendable pawns, their sole duty to die and be forgotten for all eternity.

The first one was easy to find; his motionless corpse calmly floating in swamp water. The Force revealed no trick either, the man was dead, all life essence gone from his body. His head tentacles looked like a coiled mess, diverting attention from a large hole in the man’s abdomen. Avreet did not understand it at first, his mind unable to come up with any explanation; only after hearing more barks of blaster rifles echoing through the marshes the Mon Cal realized there were in fact other Sith and their soldiers around. This made his task much easier or harder; while the running refugees could have been picked off by others, it also meant his mind had to delve deeper into the Force to distinguish terrified signatures from other sentient presences, use the fear of refugees as a filter to make searching for them possible.

Being the trusted tool it’s always been, the Force pointed him in several locations deeper into the swamps. One jump later and the Sith Lord landed on a sturdy branch of one of the many ancient trees growing in the area. As always, his cybernetic eye did wonders once the amphibious assassin turned his head in the right direction, soon spotting shapes moving between the static of trees and branches. With no further hesitation, Veles picked the faster route; the crowns of trees provided a complicated, yet quick path to his target. The first soldier hardly knew what happened when the Mon Cal landed on his shoulders and pushed the man deep under the murky water – followed by a stab that pierced the liquid and impaled whoever lied on the bottom, armour or not. The second soldier fared no better, and while he did have enough time to register something, Avreet’s twin lightsaber soared through the air like a crimson scythe of death, cutting the man’s face off. Everything fell silent after that, as if all life in the swamp stared at the scene in awe and respect for one of its deadliest predators.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Swamp…swamp..[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Sabrina Kotass"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [member="Sitara Qin"] | [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Sage Bane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Target: [member="Viktor Noali"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Post 3[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Force users all of them and here Rekha stood with her blaster listening to Spark talk to Anastasia about holding off the lone Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha could hear a soft murmurs from the group that were doing their best to crawl over one another to stay behind Spark, the skinny little blonde with the glasses, and another blonde in Anastasia. Rekha smiled, just point the glowy things at the enemy blondes, brunettes they don't just talk about it, they do it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha looked and gaged conditions and surroundings. The swamp contained many things of use such as trees, with large limbs that had grown because of the exposure to water just so happen that above them were several branches criss crossing. The heavy burden of having to bear the weight of branches that had fallen onto them gave her the idea.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha looked over to Spark and Ana giving them the head motion to move, she then in smooth motion pulling the blaster, then taking aim, which mean only that she hoped to hit the branches. Snaps, and groans were heard as the branches above where Viktor stood began to at first send down small slivers of wood.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I’m really sorry about this” NOT. She laid in another shot which separated the largest branch from the tree, then limbs of every size were now falling towards them, and down on him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Running might be a good idea” It at least would be a diversion to give them time to get the refugees out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.[/SIZE]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Dispose of Evidence.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Some forsaken marsh[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Ferus"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Post 7/20[/SIZE]

Laying there on the floor, she got a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something. She reached out, searching for life within the building just as the door to the kitchens opened. The Anselmi servant who entered stood still, stunned, shocked at the sight of the congregation of dead and dying. Saiah let out an irritated moan. The servants, of course. How could she forget? It was a foolish mistake, a rookie mistake. Rookie mistakes get you killed.

Saiah turned to one of the poisoned Anslemi and ripped a blaster pistol from its belt. Rolling out on the floor, she shot the servant where she assumed the heart would be before she could scream too loud. The ‘Eep’ she had been able to produce was enough to spur the other servants. Saiah forced herself to her feet, her lightsabre in her left hand and the blaster in her right. She limped into the kitchens with hurried steps, shooting each servant as she saw it. The second to go was right inside the door. He got the shot point-blank to his gut. The third was on the far side of the kitchen, three shots fired, two hit him in the chest and felled him. The fourth was in the break room still, he was reading on a datapad when she entered and just as he looked up, she put the blaster to his head and fired. There should be six servants, yet there were only five corpses – and an open door. Feth!

Saiah hurried out the door and saw the back of the Anselmi servant as she was running. She fired a volley of shots, one of which hit her in the lower back. Saiah limped over and put a second shot in the back of her head to be sure, and then she put the blaster in her hand to create an image of resistance. It was time for her to wipe the evidence, and stage the official story. She gathered up the vibrosword she had damaged with her lightsabre, and the empty vial of her antidote. Looking at the corpses, she knew she would have to torch the lot of them to obscure the cause of death. She might as well torch the entire room. Luckily, the kitchen was full of flammables. She deactivated her lightsabre and slipped the hilt into her sash.

Saiah moved out to the crate and gathered the Force to her. Telekinetically, she lifted the crate and transported it inside the room. It was heavy lifting, but necessity drove her. She threw the lid open and pulled the Zabrak out with a grunt. She took his blaster for herself, and put one of the Anselmi’s blasters in his hands. Jahn’s blaster was of better quality than the others were, and Saiah could need a new sidearm now that her vibroblade had blown up. Next, she gripped the sheet covering the whimpering humanoid and pulled them away. Under, there lay a Rattataki girl, about the same age as Saiah, but with a far kinder face. Gently, she helped the shivering creature to her feet. She could barely stand, but Saiah helped her. Cooing her in the language of the Rattataki.

“Don’t be afraid. I am here to help. Are you okay, my child? What is your name?”

The girl looked at her with fear and hope in her eyes as Saiah framed her gentle face with her hands. Saiah could really see herself in the girl, the way she may have looked had she not chosen bloodsport as the start of her career.

“Tikzha, m’lady. Where am I? What is this place? Who are you?”

“I am Saiah of the One Sith. I am here to set you free and take you home. I killed your kidnappers before they could sell you.”

“Free? Home?” Tears welled up in the girls eyes in a mixture of hope and confusion.

Saiah smiled reassuringly to the girl while stroking a hand down her cheek, then her wristblade launched out from its hiding place like a viper. It pierced the girl’s right jugular vein and with a twist of the blade, Saiah made sure the bleeding would not stop. She retracted the blade and hugged the girl close as the blood gushed from the puncture wound. The girl gasped in pain, digging her nails into the fabrics of Saiah's robes. Yet, there seemed to be something of a relief oh her face.

“Yes home, Tikzha of Rattatak. Go home.”

Before letting her fall, Saiah kissed her forehead. She fell down beside Jahn. Perhaps it was Saiah’s mind playing tricks on her, but it looked almost as if she and the Zabrak had died in each other's arms. They would work as substitutes for a Rattataki and a Zabrak observed among the Anselmi before their attack on the Nautolans. Who had killed them? That was up to the propaganda machine to work out.

Saiah entered the kitchen and fetched oil; she started pouring it over the corpses, beginning with Tikzha and Jahn. When all the bodies were soaked in the flammable oils, she stepped out of the room with a bottle of strong ethyl alcohol. She soaked a rag in the flammable liquid and stuffed it into the bottle. Rummaging through her robes for a light, she set fire to the rag and threw the bottle into the room. With a whoosh, the oil was alight and Saiah closed the doors. Crate, corpses, poison, swords and blasters, it would all burn in the oil-fire.

 

[Viktor Noali]

Objective: Try and score some lady digits
Location: The Swamp
Allies: The One Sith - Topside - [member="Darth Ferus"] - [member="Saiah"]
Enemies: The Jedi and my new BFF [member="Spark Finn"] - [member="[/FONT][COLOR=#d5d5d5][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=10pt][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3060-rekha-kaarde/"]Rekha Kaarde[/COLOR][/URL][/SIZE]"] - [member="[/FONT][SIZE=10pt][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/4672-anastasia-rade/"]Anastasia Rade[/URL][/SIZE]"]
[5/20]
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Looks as if we've got them shaking in there boots! He's right, look! They're all shaking! Wait... everything is shaking.... I think he smoked too much of that stuff. Yeah he did, can't say I feel bad though. I understand the appeal.

The blonde girl was saying something but he honestly didn't listen. He just smiled and nodded and kept his eyes focused on the pink mandalorian. It was clear by her intimidating armor choice and her authoritative demeanor that she was the one in charge, at least for the moment. Again the #jedinerd said something. Did she just say... hot stuff?

Well, she does have a point. He is quite stunning. Handsome... Dashing! I think it's the teeth. Perfect smile, gets them every time.

Viktor smiled and began to speak again before stopping as he was suddenly covered with several wet branches, soggy leaves and some sort of frog creature. He turned off his lightsaber and rose his hands slowly, a look of disgust covering his face.

Oh, what! No she didn't! That is so disgusting. I'm losing my patience. VIKTOR! VIKTOR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Yelling isn't going to help him... He is on his own this time...

"Are.. you.. SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!" Viktor yelled at the fetching smuggler as he attempted to shake some of the filth off of him. "What do you mean you're not sorry? Who in Bith spit taught you to.." and [member="[COLOR=#d5d5d5][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=10pt][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3060-rekha-kaarde/"]Rekha Kaarde[/COLOR][/URL][/SIZE]"] fired her second shot into the trees above him, "..shoot a OOF!"


Before Viktor could finish his sentence the large, and heavy, branch Rehka had shot free from the tree fell directly on Viktor's head knocking him forward off the rock and into the swamp floor below. Rising as quickly as he could, Viktor struggled to stay upright and swayed heavily like a drunkard.

"You.. with the tea cup... a shot of brandy... if you would.... bring... the space chariot..."

And with that said Viktor fell over again, his world fading black as he sank into unconsciousness.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[4/20]​

Objective: #1
Location: Pieralos, Glee Anselm's underwater capital (currently inside the government building)
Allies: Vengeancehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5042-vengeance/, @any Sith at Pieralos

Tanek was leaning against the wall. Beyond the corner lay the main entrance hall, and this was where the main defensive force of the Nautolans had hold up. Some were guards for the Council of Ten, some had been out fighting in the streets but forced to retreat. The sudden rebellion had come as a surprise. Sith agents had clearly been very careful with who was kept in the loop. Either that, or they had expertly eliminated anyone who could potentially blow their cover. Regardless, the element of surprise had been on their side this day. Day. Had he not needed to be silent, he would've laughed. By the looks of it, Glee Anselm would not need more than a day to fall within the grasp of One Sith. Though it wasn't over yet. He still needed to find a way to take out those guards and soldiers.

Tanek knelt down. What he was about to do would require focus. He had done something similar before, on Iridonia. It had not gone so smoothly the first time, leaving both him and his victim screaming, but practice made perfect. He had succeeded in the end. The Torgruta stopped seeing through his eyes, closing them, and opened himself to the Force instead. The Dark Side flowed through him, empowered by his naked ambition and lust for power. These Nautolans stood in his way... They needed to be destroyed.

"We can't hold them much longer." one of the Nautolans said to another. He was wearing a military uniform. The symbols on his arm and chest indicated he was someone of rank. "Where did they come from? And where in the blazes did they get those weapons from?" Sith. The officer's speech was momentarily drowned out by the sound of another Nautolan, named Cyrill, shooting outwards as he shouted "Suppressing fire!" There weren't any windows or other openings to shoot through, as directly outside was an ocean of water. However, there were protective membranes, serving a purpose similar to windows, where one could push the tip of the weapons through and fire. "Good thing they don't seem to have any explosives." the officer said. The Nautolan he was addressing had nodded in agreement, and when the officer lifted a thermal detonator, he had grinned. Boom. The officer blew himself, and the surrounding Nautolans up.

Tanek had reached into the mind of the Nautolan, and influenced him. This time around, he had been subtle. He had done his best to become an undiscovered visitor in the man's mind. Elegantly, thoughts had been planted, and through slight pushes of the Force, desires had called to action. He had made him think about explosives, remembering he was carrying his own. The officer had been prompted to show this to his comrade. It was at that point Tanek had rushed in, seized full control and detonated it. If only [member=Sage Bane] saw him now... He was sure the Sith would be proud of his work.

Chaos and confusion followed the minor explosion. No one suspected the interference of a Sith. It might as well have been an accident. In the midst of battle, it was hard to evaluate such an event. Especially, since Tanek was already moving over to his next victim. While not necessarily suspicious of mind control, they were alert. Had he been more skilled, he could probably have controlled more than one at a time, and subtly influenced another despite their alertness, alas he was but an Acolyte. Sage Bane had taught him how to dominate the mind of another, and Tanek brutally commandeered his next victim. The Nautolan named Cyrill turned on his surviving comrades, and opened fire. By the time he was put down, so many had fallen. The herd grew thinner.

What this meant on a slightly larger scale, was that while they fought against demons amidst their own ranks, the rebels had been able to gain ground. The officer had been wrong in his assumption that they had no explosives, and explosive charges were placed on the reinforced door.

Tanek had decided it was time to reveal himself. There were only a handful left. He would deal with them up close. The Togruta stepped out of his hiding place, vibrosword in hand. The hunter walked towards them his prey with determined steps, through the middle of the hall. Some might have realized he was behind it all. He twirled his blade once, before raising it in a ready guard. He was about to charge when another explosion sounded. The door was blown open. The rebels had gained a way in. Beyond that, the government building was no longer sealed. Violent torrents of water came crashing in through the freshly made hole, knocking the few Nautolans standing over, sending a strong wave of water and corpses towards the unsuspecting Togruta.

Spoiler

"Feth."

 

[Kenrath]

[5/20]
Objective #1
Location: Pieralos, Glee Anselm's Underwater Capital (outside the Council Chambers.)
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"]

Vengeance moved on to the next room further down the hallway. At the next door he hit the switch the door sliding open. Stepping in he frowned seeing an empty room. He moved on to the next finding it empty. Turning the corner to the next hallway he noticed a two guards. Lifting a hand a light started to form just before a bolt of lightening streaked towards the guards frying them just enough for them to start twitching. Pressing forward Vengeance cut them down not even stopping to confirm their death. About half way down the hallway Vengeance heard and felt the first explosion. He stopped with a smile until the second one went off. He shook his head taking off running towards the sound.

"The feth are you idiots trying to sink us?"

Vengeance assumed it was Tanek's precious spies that had triggered the explosions. It was not until he made the third turn that he skidded to a halt facing a wall of moving water.

"Oh you have to be fething kidding me."

Vengeance took a deep breath and curled slightly bracing against the wall of water, bodies, and debris tucking his saber safely away knowing it would be useless under water.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

[2/20]
Objective 3
Location: Near a building
Allies: [member="Melori Raaf"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"]

The Sith Lord didn't have much of an inclination to offer either the Acolytes many words, and he certainly was not there to assume any sort of command. Why? Simple...they were all, in fact, servants of the Dark Lord. That was the party line, at least, and Cameron was quick to toe the party line when it suited his needs. In fact the last time he'd done so, he found [member="Amorella Mae"] and, effectively, became a God. The minds of sentients were tragically simple in that manner.

However, he recalled his youth, the days when he too chose to enact forms of independence and dissidence to identify him as strong and non-conforming. The greater reality was a large degree of respect and power was ultimately obtained from appearing to be a conformist, doing what was expected. The easiest way to control someone was to make them think you hung on their every word and vision. This truth, however, was unknown to many of the Acolytes within their order, so Cameron was neither angered nor impressed by anything about the general appearance of either Acolyte.

While they were not yet truly Sith, they were set upon the path. One day they would wake-up to realize that they continued to merely be just a cog in the wheel such as Cameron. Each wheel had its purpose. In response to her solemn greeting, Cameron settled his silver-green gaze on both Acolytes and spoke three simple words. "Who are you?"

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post = 7/20]​

Objective: Stay alive
Location: Still next to the rather nasty mess on the ground, that was now attracting a lot of flies
Allies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"]

Melori waited for the Sith Lord to approach her and when he asked their names she went first. She always did.

“Melori…” Neither second name felt appropriate to share right now, so she kept it to her first name only. “Apprentice to Darth Venefica.”

This was not said to impress but rather to give more information than just her first name, to avoid any probing. “The troopers have aided us in securing a useful base for the military until a purpose built structure can be designed and built.”

“We were heading to the starport to see if we could assist there, unless there is a more pressing matter you are aware of.” Her voice was calm and cool, no hint of truculence or lack of respect. She was an Acolyte. She knew her place in the scheme of things. She didn’t like it – it felt too much like the way they did things on Corellia – but she respected it.

She was a cog – she knew it. A tiny one in fact. And she knew she’d always be a cog – but in time a much bigger one. Or she’d be dead. It was probably a 50:50 call right now.