Aint no terrapin on Sarapin [OS Dominion of Sarapin]

[Vrag]

Objective: Capture the Vaapad
Allies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

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"Other teams, report!" she barked into her comlink as her group subdued the last of the beasts. Her blue eyes lingered on the struggling forms under the net, but their fabled speed was rendered useless once they were pinned in place.

"This is Sargeant Durant, ma'am! We've got one dead and two injured," the man explained over the comlink, sounding rather short of breath. A few seconds of commotion on the other end, then: "We captured twenty three Vaapad, ma'am, and we have four more dead."

"Good work, Durant," the woman responded and ordered the handsome sergeant and his complement to return to the rendezvous point. The rest of the teams reported back with much the same results, but their losses weren't as bad as she'd expected. Apparently the many-tentacled Juyo didn't fare all that well when faced with armored Sith; certainly a piece of information to store for further use.

"We should move further west," the Knight said to the Hutt as she turned around, tracking the hunters when they moved to load the stunned Vaapad onto the transport vehicle. "Sergeant Ridley says they ran in that direction, then disappeared when her group pursued. She thinks there's a nest there, and I hear that mad scientists value the offspring above all else."

Without waiting to see if the marginally useful slug would follow, Vrag climbed onto the truck, her slugthrower and flamethrower both out in case of another attack. She was sure that [member="Dr. Alset Niest"] would appreciate her efforts to capture the Juyo young, and gathering more specimens than strictly necessary was always a good precaution when it came to experiments.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Objective 1...Sort Of

Energy.

The galaxy ran on it.

Many people could claim that the Force, Money, or whatever made the galaxy go 'round, but int the end it could all be summed up to energy. Everything was energy, everything relied on energy. Alric Kuhn was well aware of this, and so were many other people in the galaxy. ATC for instance focused its energy concerns on the famous Tibanna Gas. The Red Ravens had manufactured Isotope reactors and Titan...

Well Titan had Bio-reactors.

That was their own unique investment. Yuuzhan Vong Bio Reactors. They were rare of course, only found where the Yuuzhan Vong were found. Used to power their ships, buildings, and whatever else. Bio Reactors were fantastic things, technically everlasting. However their output was...insufficient, and thus Titan now looked into new avenues.

Brandishing a new suit, a pair of Sons of Titan Guards, and a can do attitude Alric had come to Sarapin.

All he wanted, all he needed was a taste of the energy concerns here. From there Titan Industries could move forward on its own.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

Guided by Parash, though not to the extent of drone operation or slave rigs, the small droids descended into the pipes. They located small access hatches, designed for droids of this size, before and after each ram pump, and with no significant flow or pressure differential they found the waterlock hatches easy passages. It was a portage arrangement, almost, if a vertical one.

Some of the pumps required repair, others replacement in their entirety. The E4GL3 units, favorites of his thanks to Mia, were capable of sufficiently detailed scans to make informed decisions on triage. Timeframes for each geothermal tap's return to operation began to come together.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Learn
Location: Hallways


There was little left to interest the Darth as he walked about the building. Looted and robbed of it's former glory, what little was left would only end up like the datacron he saw before. This place was ultimately useless, and the useless had to be removed. Raising his hand up, he would begin the tedious task of changing it's structure to something far more.. Volatile. As he walked about, all the support beams he could find would be changed, class rooms, hallways. All of it.

He didn't want to leave a single thing left to stand.

His section of the temple, after he had made sure there was nothing actually valuable left in it, would be abandoned by the Darth. As he walked out the same way he came in, the explosions would ring out through the entire Jedi sanctuary. The rooms he walked through would collapse as their supports blew, and he would leave. The Darth did his part for now.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Capture the Vapaad - Objective Two
Location: Serapin's Surface
Allies: [member="Vrag"], and Lovey!

Soon all the Juyo were apprehended, with his "men" taking the brunt of the casualties and injuries. Of course, any injured were going to die with the exception of himself, but that was a technicality. They could only really be considered casualties if their "commander" cared about them, which of course the Hutt's spirit could no longer inherently understand as being a fundamental aspect of humanity... probably because he was now currently inhuman. Prior to Vrag though informing him that he was to move out, the Hutt had something... else to deal with.

With a bloody face, Zambrano kept trying to turn around to attack the Vapaad creature on his back. It stop attacking him... yet it remained on his back and.... was that humming? The Hutt lashed out his whip and struck down one of his Gamorreans from the back of his neck, he stumbled up, but almost immediately his head began to lull forward until it fell flat on his face, and probably suffocated in the dirt as he went unconscious. Zambrano though, remained perplexed by the creature vibrating on his back. His bloodlust though was momentarily satiated by killing the Gamorrean, so as the last of the Juyo were apprehended, the Hutt chose to ignore the oddly affectionate creature nuzzling into his back folds, perhaps even nurturing the wound it had created in him prior.

Regardless, the slug opted to follow Vrag, having little else to do, and being too supremely tired to do much else than to do what was suggested to him. He smiled though at the friend he was carrying. He used his wrist to wipe away the blood from his nose, smearing it across his face as he made obnoxious noise. He was amused.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

The broken pumps plopped out of the hatch piece by piece, with long pauses inbetween, long pauses where metal rattled on the pipes and percolated up through murky water. The droids dragged up the pieces, tossed them out onto the floor with a clank -- a reminder, if he needed it, that even the most high-capacity droids didn't have sapience. One more reason to chuckle in the direction of the Omega Protectorate.

The replacement pumps went in. In short order -- short according to the standards of tasks like this -- the pipes began to shiver with a series of rhythmic, overlapping heartbeats. Droids scurried out of the waterlocks as warm sludge, then warm water, began shifting temperature indicators. The generators coughed to life. Geothermal power restored.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

He moved quickly.

He always did when there was business to be done. The two Sons of Titan that followed him stood with rigid backs, gripping their Blaster Rifles in tight hands. Alric didn't pay any attention to them. They were more of a business tactic than anything else really, whoever saw them would be intimidated and more likely to conform to what he wanted.

That was always the plan of course, to get what he wanted.

Alric always seemed to.

Perhaps it was part of his personality, or perhaps it was simply the way the force wanted it to go. Either way, Alric moved without anything to stop him. The deal here would allow him to gain a foothold in a different kind of energy creation, something Titan needed.

From that step they could begin research into more powerful types of geothermal energy, batteries, and perhaps even a new kind of reactor.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Darth Parash"] [member="Reverance"]

Location: Geothermal station
Objective: Re-establish the power

Taeli's smile grew even wider as she saw that the lower workings of the geothermal area were once again free and clear of the obstacles that had been blocking them from the no maintenance period. More green lights were flickering on across the entire area, and she was receiving reports from other parts of the world that they were coming online as well.

"95% capacity, my Lady," an engineer yelled. "We should be providing enough power to the Core Worlds soon to help with the crisis."

"Excellent, are the energy collectors and transmitter working?" she asked.

"Most are coming online or are being repaired now, my Lady," another engineer yelled.

Taeli felt satisfied that everything was coming together, considering reports of what had happened to Corellia. This crisis was angering a lot of people, herself included, and whoever was responsible would both be thanked and killed by the Sith for everything they had caused.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Grab the lil' uns
Allies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

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"At least drag some of your dead along," she snapped at the gray pile of jiggling fat, her irritation bleeding into her tone. "We need something to lure them out of the nest."

Their vehicle soon meet up with that of Sergeant Ridley's and the further they went, the more their little convoy grew, the cages in the back filled to the brim with captured and subdued Vaapad. Whoever was getting those beasts was going to have a field day, that was for sure. Vrag was no good with science, but even the worst of doctors could probably make something with the amount of specimens they were bringing in. Maybe she'll get a pet Juyo, like the Hutt? It would be only fair, after all, seeing as she'd done far more than the Zambrano.

Then again, the Sith weren't known for their fairness, and considering the prevalence of the clan, the Knight could cry 'nepotism' all day, but the objections would still fall on deaf ears. Luckily both for her health and the nerves of others, the firrerreo rarely complained about anything; her chosen venue of stress relief was wholesale slaughter. You can imagine, then, that Vrag was unnaturally calm and relaxed these days, and shamelessly exploited that when she visited the less reputable establishments of Coruscant. Even on a normal day, it was hard to get a rise out of the woman, but these past few weeks nearly every Pazaak player planetside was getting a taste of Vrag in her zen mode. Needless to say, her pockets were swelling with credits and tears of those crushed beneath her blood-bought serenity.

"We're here!"

The woman was shaken out of her reverie, and her grip on the flamethrower strengthened again. She jumped off the truck along with her contingent of hunters, watching their organized efficiency with no small amount of pride.

Behold, the war machine of the Sith.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

The droids, most of them at any rate, scurried back into Parash's bags and cases one by one. The scrap metal got dumped; the replacement pumps that he'd engineered were working in fine form. All in all, not a bad day's work. To his mild surprise, he was starting to enjoy working for the One Sith. They provided him with interesting challenges, varied challenges, instead of the same stuff over and over -- that, and he wasn't always having to work on his own initiative. Designing things for the ungrateful tended to get old. Perhaps he'd design something for these people.

 

[Amaethon]

Location: A safe distance away from the Temple

Now standing several hundred meters away, Amaethon nodded to the Sargeant who pressed a trigger on an innocuous looking remote detonator. One second later, there came a defeaning roar as the library section's charges exploded. The troopers with him had taken cover behind a rocky outcropping but he chose to stand in the open to watch. He felt strangely ambivalent about destroying the Temple.

It was, after all, a mere shell. Nothing of value was truly lost to the Jedi in this abandoned Temple being demolished. No lives had been lost, no knowledge plundered. He looked up and watched an errant chunk of permacrete flying towards him. Rather than move, he raised his hands and formed a violet-hued translucent barrier which it bounced off of seconds later.

He turned his attention to the trooper who had risen to warn him, albeit too late. He appeared almost sheepish and quickly looked away. One of the new ones, the Acolyte noted. No real experience personally with the Sith, so he couldn't be blamed. This time.

Looking back, he studied the Temple debris for several more minutes before signaling for the squad to return to the drop ship. He hissed as the pain of his injury on the chest thanks to the vaapad returned. He would have to seek medical treatment, he thought with irritation.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: In the Jedi sleeping quarters
Objective: Explore Jedi ruins and wipe out all traces of Jedi antiquity
Allies: n/a

Melori looked in all the usual places but found little of value. Most of the beds had been overturned and anything under a mattress was already gone. Even the usual hiding places behind cupboards seemed to have been looted and she was about to give up when she kicked over a bed and stubbed her toe on the uneven floor. Taking more notice, she saw the floorboards were slightly bumpy and scrabbling with her fingertips she was able to prise one board loose before finding a small hiding place beneath.

Inside was an ordinary looking holocron, but the fact it was hidden meant it had at least some value. Her sister would no doubt be interested in it. Both in fact - but that was a shame as neither would get to see it. She placed in back in the hole, along with a small grenade before replacing the board and walking out the room. The resulting boom as she walked away was quite simply music to her ears.