Aeten II, the crystal raid

[Darth Banshee]

Spoiler

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Venefica"] @Abyss @Valessia Brentioch @A'sharad Graush [member="Retelii Feverun"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] and any other sith that wants to come along

The volcanic world of Aeten II, home for around thirty thousand people, was about to be paid a visit. Sabrina aka Darth Banshee was going to do an overhaul of the fury design, as the days of The One Sith drew to close. The Sith would need a new ship designed, to get them from a to b unnoticed by the galaxy. They did not have man power need to take another world, but she did have the power to take control of main spaceport, and take stygium crystals back to sith space to begin the work.

The planet had little in way of infrastructure, as the lava flows and heat would destroy most things over period of time. They did how ever have a spaceport in orbit, this is where miners sent there crystals to be processed, and then shipped out to highest bidder. They used small craft to come and go from the planet's surface, as anything larger might get damaged in a volcanic eruption.

She had assembled a few ships, a short leap from the system. The idea was simple, jump get on as quickly as possible then take temporary control of small mining station, steal everything and then leave. she planned it on day of the auction, which mean the would be more crystals there than normal. Also she had given a standing order, not to kill anyone unless necessary. As you can shave a wookie many times, but you can only skin it once. She did not want this raid to be end of the auctions, and she did not want the miners to have to rebuild from scratch, she just wanted there crystals.

She stood on the bridge, waiting to give the order to jump. She then gave it, and the freighter jumped into system. They came and began to dock, there was bit comms chatter between the freighter and the station. Then as they moved docking bay nine, her unusual cargo unloaded.

Then signal was sent for a sith fleet to arrive before, help could get there......

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss could feel that final days of the one sith were close, and other than some he had decided to stay with the organisation until the end. Not because he believed in the one sith as the only right doctrine for the sith, but because of his master. She had offered him power and only a fool would leave behind the opportunity to be the apprentice of a member of the dark council. So it was that he offered his assistance after Darth Banshee, another powerful sith lord still loyal to the one sith, announced a attack that would give them the resources to survive and disappear in the shadows when needed.

The freighter was filled to his maximum, the room around him was filled with those who like him were still true to the one sith. He could hear his breath becoming faster as the ship slowly moved to the docking bay, and he could feel his excitement rising as the doors of the ship began to open ...

[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Retelii Feverun]

Leave? No. Fight back? Yes. Although The One Sith, seems to be crumbling the cowards who left have only shown their true colors. The ones who stayed are, the real Sith. Willing to fight till the end for their beliefs. He stood on the freighter upon which [member="Darth Banshee"] stood on. Although, a few inches behind her he could tell she was scheming. Crystals? I mean couldn't we have gone ended some high republic politicians life. That would've started a war, one we wouldn't be able to finish. I suppose starting small with this raid, could be the beginning of something bigger. The Rattataki held onto the railing on his right as the ship jumped into hyperspace then coming not too far from this station.

"There it is." He said softly, before scanning his eyes over this space station several times. Noting each and every detail. Scrunching his fist up he would make his way out of the bridge and into the docking bay. Eyeing up the doors eagerly. He wanted this, he wanted to kill. Though, he was instructed otherwise...

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad rested on one of the ships that was heading towards the mining stations.

Considering their purpose for being there, in some light it was funny that their approach wouldn't be hidden. They would be seen coming for quite a ways off, but how could they stop the Sith from getting what they wanted? Aeten II had no connections to anyone, other than the bidders that came to them, and even then A'sharad doubted they would put themselves in the line of fire to save the crystal products.

Oh well.

More for the Sith.

The Sith Hybrid was shrouded in a black cloak, a colour that he had adopted much later compared to others that were of the Sith.

A silver and black lightsabre hilt remained on his belt as he closed his eyes, focusing on the engagement ahead. Doubtful it was that there would be a force large enough to stop the Sith on that day. But still, he cleared his mind of any distractions. Meditation? No, but that was as close as he was going to get to it. Whether it was a battle or a slaughter, he wouldn't be distracted from the task at hand.

Besides, he had his own ideas for the crystals they were stealing.

[member="Retelii Feverun"], [member="Abyss"], [member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

@A'sharad Graush [member="Retelii Feverun"] [member="Abyss"]

As her and the acolytes rushed out, the security started trying shut down the station to stop there advance. The docking bay only had couple of guards in it, she used force shove, to send them flying against the wall. She turned to three acolytes, ​Open me that bulkhead, so you can advance. She could advance without them, but she three acolytes with her, and it was always good to set them a task. There options where simple, use mind trick on guard to get the security code, burn a hole in the bulkhead with there lightsabers, or try to use the force to force the door open. As she gave them a command, the sith troops began to come out behind them, they began securing this part of station for them. They removing all the crystals held in this area, being stored in the crates. Though each acolyte would be able to have some for there own projects, as it should be the rest where going to be used to make new stealth ship. She then scanned the acolytes, wondering how they planned to advance.

 

[Retelii Feverun]

His white eyes, gazed over the other two acolytes. One he had met before. The other, no clue. "Well?" He inquired quietly. Before turning to face the bulkhead, before sizing it up. He wasn't sure if he could open it, alone. Maybe with the other two's help, and with himself combined they might stand a chance of doing something. Though, it was only a possibility.

The other option was for certain, doing it would for sure open the bulkhead. The first option, might not. So why waste time? He would tap his right foot impatiently waiting for them to respond.

[member="Darth Banshee"] | @A'sharad Graush | [member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

A lightsaber was useful when it came to fight an enemy, but this wasnt a fight ... yet. This was a raid, and being in and out as fast and simple as possible didn't include killing anyone in range. No, this was situation were another weapon was needed, one that the weak minded never were able to resist to. Fear.

The crimson red blade ignited as the young acolyte walked into the docking bay, his mask goving an inhuman almost ghost like appearance. The guards observed him unsure if they shoudl fire or not. Abyss summoned the dark side, filling his words with the power of fear:

"We are not here for your lives ... at least if we do not have to. Remain calm and do not do anything stupid and you might survive to see you loved ones again. Money will not buy your sons and daughter new mother and fathers, no new wives and husbands. So please hold your fire."

[member="Retelii Feverun"] [member="Darth Banshee"] @A'sharad Graush

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'shatad remained silent as they disembarked from the ship. There were guards cast about by [member="Darth Banshee"], and there were also guards being spoken to by the lightsabre wielding @Abyss.

Personally, it would've been easier to execute them there and continued on, but the other Acolyte, the Rattataki appeared to be slow as he made his quiet inquiry.

The Sith hybrid looked at him, searching for a lightsabre, and even if he didn't find one, he'd take his silver and black lightsabre, igniting the yellow and white beam, and plunged it into the bulkhead.

Had this been any other time he would've wandered off to find his own crates and carts, or let someone else cut through the door. Instead, as luck would have it, it was him.

The plasma blade cut into the bulkhead until the hilt was the only part of the lightsabre you would see. It was slow going, arduous, but his powerful form continued to drag his blade through.

An oddly shaped circle. An oval really, but a large one at that. He pulled his lightsabre out of the wall and pushed against it, summoning the Force to keep the thick metal in front of it as they passed through.

A shield of sorts.

It was of course an auction. These folks would have their own security teams, who were potentially going to stop them, and then the station's security teams.

They were definitely going to make an attempt.

The faint sound of blaster bolts was heard from the other side as the acolyte passed through the hole he had made first, his large form almost a meat shield after the cut out metal.

For a moment he paused as he ised the Force to continue holding the bulkhead.

Sensing... Searching...

He released it in a push of the Force towards the closest cluster of people.

Whether they were armed or not had yet to be seen. But there were people in that room firing their weapons, and now the amount of people who were hating on the Sith was diminished.

[member="Retelii Feverun"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

She began to evaluate the three acolytes, to decide who to put into what task next.
[member="Retelii Feverun"] he was still new, and did not show initiative. He would have to follow her or another, until he can work on his own. He would have to learn to show initiative, and get on with the task in hand.
[member="Abyss"] he made sure the captured guard did not feel they had to try anything, good this had use. The other guards will not think they will have to fight, to there last breath. This was useful, as it was more efficient, to have people willing to surrender to you than fight til dying breath.
[member="Asharad Graush"] Now he should promise, he got on with the task in hand, getting the bulkhead open so they could advance. The guards behind it opened fire, as he was cutting through. She closed her eyes, and used the ability to see using the force. She made out the images of guards behind the bulkhead. As soon as he cutting through, she put out her hand concentrated on flat smooth parth metal. As he began to finally cut through, she then used a force push against the weakened metal. She sent flying towards the guards, and as it did she gave the order to all three of them Charge them down, if they resist cut them down, but give chance to surrender.

As soon they moved forward troops would move in behind them, and then she got a message from her fleet commander. She was now in the system taking up a defensive posture.

 

[Flora Burn]

Flora burns, had arrived with small fleet of sith vessels. Her duty was not to destroy the station, but to stop reinforcements arraiving. She was briefed on Darth Banshee plan, is was not just to capture and steal the crystals. She was also giving acolytes a test, in combat but mission oriented combat. Once this was done, she would offer them a bargain keep her supplied with crystals, and she won't come back and do worse the next time. Her fleet took up an orbit around the station, they just outside of firing range for any the weapon systems on it. Her fighters kept up a patrols around it, anyone trying bail from the station would be captured by her.

 

[Txon Taronyu]

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Abyss"] [member="Retelii Feverun"]

Txon Taronyu arrived at the station aboard one of the cruisers in the Sith battle fleet. He felt himself welling with anticipation as the blue lines he now knew as hyperspace were replaced with the white pinpoints of stars. It had been many moons since Txon had seen battle. His former master had abandoned him, and he had been forced to find his own path. Eventually, he had found the One Sith. He had found that they shared many views. They too respected strength, and the freedom gained through power, though they often lacked the honor of a true Anatasi warrior.

Txon had spent most of the journey in one of the training rooms, practicing the few techniques taught to him by his master. Txon's grasp of the Blessing was still woefully lacking, though his skills in battle had not diminished, and his primal fury lay in constant wait. When the ship exited hyperspace, Txon was on the bridge to watch. Once the fleet had obtained position, Txon spoke to the officer, [member="Flora Burn"].

"I am going to the station," he said, "Provide me what cover you can."

With that, Txon left the bridge. In the hangar he boarded a nimble and fast Sith fighter. His piloting skills were mixed, with his technical knowledge almost zero but his reflexes more than compensating. All he had to do was get to the station without getting blown up. Easy enough. The stations few defenses opened up as he soared in, but his keen reflexes kept him alive and he slid easily into one of the docking bays. The guards aboard the station were on high alert, and as flipped out of the cockpit he was quickly dodging laser blasts. He didn't know enough about lightsaber combat to intercept the bolts with the shimmering turquoise blade, but he was agile, and he was fast. He evaded the shots, experimenting as he went by trying to intercept bolts that had no chance of hitting him. It was challenging, but his keen eye, and, he guessed, his Blessing, allowed him to block at least a few.

When he closed the distance with the guards he started striking. He had heard of the orders not to kill, so he struck at precise points to knock his enemies unconscious. Sometimes it took even more skill to knock out an enemy than it did to kill him. After the hangar was clear Txon opened a communications channel on a One Sith frequency.

"This is Taronyu," he said concisely, "I have boarded the station."

 

[Retelii Feverun]

As the large hole was cut in the side of the bulkhead, he simply shook his head in disapproval. How 'lightsaber first, think later', of this Acolyte. Nevertheless, it worked. He would charge in, his white eyes flaring across the room to each of the guards. "Put your weapons, down. Now." He said, in a darkened tone. Before igniting his purple lightsaber in a gesture of what would come if they didn't do as they said.

His blade, rippled through air. The guards would look at each other for a few moments, unsure what to do before the first one would lower his weapon to the ground, followed by two more. Before the last one, would place it halfway down before letting off a shot at the Rattataki. Waving it away with one slash of his lightsaber, the pale faced Sith would race after him.

[member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Abyss"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Per her tradition, she enjoyed watching worlds burn, especially those that she held no love for, with her hands firmly gripped together behind her back. Of late, she had been on a monumental run of laying well deserved waste to planets; the goal always to take the necessary resources to maintain her war fleet, The Wraith, while maintaining a heavy dose of memory of what the Sith were capable of. As a collective, they were a force to sow fear, but as a solo act, they could spread their dark wings even further; the talons of dirt and misery carving into the flesh of the galaxy to keep them honest. She had long ago disbanded the notion that a singular entity of Sith could rule the galaxy; politics and personal agendas aside, it took a special Sith to choke the life force from the galaxy; and that was her nowadays intention. Point and click, and bask in the suffering.​

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As the remanents of one Black Rose fleet dropped out of hyperspace, a cacophony of ships bred for one purpose, began engulfing the planet; there was a gleam of purpose in her eyes. She had the only lightsaber she ever needed; equipped with one crystal and home to the Vahl's Blessing crystal, there wasn't much on Aeten she needed; with the exception of conquering the planet for slave labour. There was a time she had hated slavery, but that time had long expired and with it came an influx of new and improved ways to achieve scientific pursuits on the broken bodies of unwilling participants in her biological dreams​

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S haping the galaxy, her galaxy, took one infected body at a time; and with her union rekindled with her heart's desire, [member="Seras Goto"], the galaxy was beginning to take an altogether new look. However, until certain formulas and diseases of a colurful nature had time to bloom, it was back to the traditional way of killing infidels and capturing those medically deemed healthy enough to be turned into experiments.​

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So with the arrival of the Necro-Witch, or mad doctor, things around Aeten II was about to become more creepy. Where those of a reputable nature came seeking crystals; she came seeking souls.​

 

[Asharad Graush]

With the lightsabre cutting through the bulkhead, it was evident there wasn't a door, else he would've just opened it instead of wasting his time. Finding that [member="Retelii Feverun"] actually did have a lightsabre, A'sharad didn't hesitate to bite out, "Useless imbecile," as he passed him. Driving his lightsabre through one of the guards and stripping it from his body with a well practiced flourish to the side, cutting open the enter flank of the man, he didn't bother to end his life, but rather let him suffer as he continued working on ending the rest of the guards.

In the end however, he would've caught one of the officials, or rather, auctioneers and said, "I do believe we have something to talk about," and he deactivated the lightsabre and hooked it back to his belt.

"We're taking the Stygium you have mined here."

And that was that.

Gloved hand drawing through the man's hair, he tightened his hold on it as he forced him to his knees.

"Thanks."

[member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Abyss"], [member="Txon Taronyu"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss stepped besides the other acolytes, a silent, masked shadow towering over the auctioneers, the crimson of his blade still illuminated the ground around him. They would start to collect the crystals any second now and he wanted to make sure that everything would go as smooth as possible.

To keep the people around him intimidated enough he began to strive through the seated and standing man and woman that filled the room, a wordless thread if anyone should try to stop them.

[member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Retelii Feverun"] [member="Txon Taronyu"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Flora Burn]

[member="Txon Taronyu"]

She heard the sith that he was going into the station, and wanted cover. She replied Roger that, Red squadron accompany him into the station. Then a squadron of Eagles followed the sith towards the station, they would be providing an escort for him till he docked with the station. She then saw a few more freighter arriving, they would be docking soon as well. So all the crystals could be taken off in one haul, she hoped it would be enough for this new range of stealth ship Darth Banshee had planned. As if they planned to work from the shadows for a while, stealth was important. She then took a swig of brandy, she hated being sober on the bridge it was wrong some how.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Abyss"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Retelii Feverun"] [member="Txon Taronyu"]

She watched as acolytes charged forward, couple of guards where severely injured. Though they did stand and fight, and it was to be expected. The station security started to stand down, as they knew they would only die at there hands if they put a fight. She then sensed a presence of old friend, [member="Darth Venefica"] had come on aboard. She sent her a report, The station is ours for now, shame we don't have force to hold the planet for good. She added Though I do intend to extort them, for more after this little venture. Come and meet me on the bridge. She then head towards the bridge, she quite proud of the people who came with her, The One Sith maybe dieing slowly, but it was not dead yet, and this little enterprise proved it. She hoped this was the beginning of some new.

As she got to bridge, she saw the station commander despite being beaten he was not cowering away, it gave resemblance of respect for him. She then waited for other to get here, before she told them what there fate would be.

 

[Txon Taronyu]

[member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Abyss"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Retelii Feverun"]

With his message sent, Txon began running through the station. As he ran he experimented, trying to force the power of his Blessing into his running. He felt a slight increase in speed, though not enough to be worth mentioning. Any guards he encountered were quickly struck down. There was no stopping the speeding Anatasi. Eventually he reached a bulkhead that apparently lead to the bridge. It looked impenetrable, but Txon knew better. Taking out his saber he plunged it into the bulkhead and started cutting. Soon enough he was through.

When he entered the bridge he saw [member="Darth Banshee"] and the station commander. He quickly bowed slightly to the Darth, out of respect more than submission, and turned to the captain.

"While I believe that raiding rather than conquering lacks honor," he said, "I must commend the speed of your attack Darth Banshee. Now, what would you have me do?"

 

[Asharad Graush]

[member="Txon Taronyu"], [member="Darth Banshee"]

A'sharad lowered into a crouch to the man that he was holding up.

"Also, to make it official, I'll take this mine. For me and my own," he said simply.

Whether he had excellent timing, or if he was in contact with his Father's men, several of the One Sith ships broke off to the planet below, primarily dropships laden with mining gear and many miners. "Since your buyers seem otherwise preoccupied with not pissing themselves, or making it look as if they haven't pissed themselves," he whispered close to the auctioneer's ear, "I'll purchase a mine for myself!" He said, releasing the top of the man's head and strutting in front of him as if he were the most important person in the room.

"You keep your life, and I get the mine. Fair? I think it is," he said with a wide, white smile. "My people are already seizing it. Have yours stand down and turn over whatever they have currently on the planet, or they'll die," he said with a shrug.

A flicker of surprise flashed over the Epicanthix Hybrid's face.

I've never seen someone move so fast without the Force.

The man scrambled across the floor to the nearest communications console and was already sending the message within moments.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss had paced trough the hall were the auctioneers were kept hostage, mainly to keep the scared enough to not pull any moves on him or the others. He ignored most of the other sith inside, letting them do there own thing while he was doing his. So it was that he almost missed that one of the auctioneers had slipped to a communication device, one of the other acolytes looking at him with a hint of surprise. Without a second thought the masked man moved towards him as fast as possible his crimson red blade leaving sparks and burns on the ground. With swift swing he dislocated the mans head from his body, watching as it slowly dropped to the ground. He turned around were the other auctioneers could see him. He couldn't change that the message was already out, but he could make sure that it was the last one.

"Anyone else here has a death wish? Because we all would be more than pleased to fulfil it."

He crouched down, grabbing the head from the ground and holding it into the air.

"This is what awaits you if you try to stop us."

[member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Txon Taronyu"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Retelii Feverun"]