Ancient Echoes (TAE)

[Salij-Nekt]

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Salij-Nekt came to it's home world, the world of Ankhypt. The desert world of the Anubians. He had come here to visit something he had not come to in a long time. A tomb of an Anubian ruler, one that he had looked up to. An inspiration. There he stood at the bottom of the stairs that led to the top of the tomb. Salij had brought his pole-ax, as he did always wherever the Anubian went. He always came to wherever he went armed.

But...there was something wrong here. Something that did not fit. He smelled blood. This was not a place where blood was to be spilled, not unless... Salij began running to a small village that laid just off from the tomb. And he saw what was wrong. Pirates. Pirates, scavengers, they had come to ravage this village and the tomb. This transgression, this insult could not be allowed to pass. There seemed to be many of them, but no ships in sight. No doubt they had landed far off somewhere else. Salij-Nekt activated a distress beacon and dropped into the sand. He knew that even alone, he could not face this many. The Anubian, despite never wanting to admit it, he needed help this time.

Once the beacon was placed, the Anubian charged off at the tomb. The village would be handled, and as the Executioner for the Priests, the protection of such things as tombs came first.

 

[Vee Toa(Hutt Rep)]

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[Thraxis]

A single chair, with a single pilot and a single drunken sway, his eyes a river of fractured red connecting to an empty void of black, gaze flicking back and forth through the room as it swirled and danced, the pretty colours from the front of the ship stretched on like long strands of silk, until his slumber became harbored with a cacophony of sound, his head shaken in a dizzy dance as a message transmitted. "Arrgg.... Plot a course for that desert planet, ya know the one." He muttered, the pendulous swing of a bottle in his hand stilled as in another he pulled one of his guns, he could use this time to clean it, its base had become sticky and blood filled its crevices, but instead, he twirled it in his hand, letting festering disease placate instead.

The Pilot looked with addled confusion, pressing a series of keys as the hundreds of Desert Planets popped up, waving a finger over them as he flicked through, reaching the penultimate confusion as he sighed, Thraxis had lost himself again in the splendour of drink and a cough of the throat and some explanation drew his attention towards him, "Sir. There are genuinly, thousand's of planet's that can be described as," He paused, hadns raised fromt he sterring wheel as he bunny eared his next words, "'Desert'" He stated with benign displeasure, as his gaze wandered again only to have an empty carton thrown at Thraxis to keep his attention, as he coninued his rant, "Planet, I need an actual name to-" Thraxis rose from his seat, mildly irate at the man for throwing crap at him as he walked behind him, hands on his shoulder's as he gave him an intimidating back massage, he rested next to his ear as he spoke, words wrecked with alcohol and the thinnest veil of blood.

He took in a few deep breaths, letting the tension build as he dug fingers and nails into the Pilot's back, his back arching forward as his eyes grew wide, it was the strangest mix of comfort and tension as in a single breath he spoke. "The one with the Catfolk." He conveyed, pulling his fingers out with a long draw across the spine before turning back to his seat to meet a complex pendulum, now two pistols on his fingers spun and rotated different directions as he heard an audible gulp from the pilot.

His finger drew along the pad, flipping and scrolling before reaching the desired locale. "Plot headed to Ankhypt as per request." His words were filled with monotone fear as Thraxis rolled back, falling into a slumber as the sound of the engines whizzing intensified and he drifted into unconsciousness.

And where did he find himself? The sands rang wild and terrified, a horrible sound as he pulled himself up, the familiar sound of a whizzing engine high above him as sand turned into a shifting tornado around him, the smell of brimstone and burning persisted around him as he pulled himself up, sand in every crack of his face as he looked up in drunken stupor, the Pilot flipping a finger and a wry smile crossed his face. No need for words exchanged, just the burning of his face into mind as he pulled himself up, the tornado slowly slipping away as the engines buzz vanished into the distance.

From his side he pulled him Duffel bag, a few knick knacks hanging out as he collected his things, brinign his wrist to his lips as he spoke in response to the Anubian's request. "Yo, Thraxis here. I am on Ankhypt Nine and Three Quarters as per requested. Where you at cat man?"He inquired, as he spoke russling int he distance formed, the shrouded movements and echoed laughter was all too familiar. It seemed the cat man had brought along some friends. He dropped his wrist to his side, chuckling as he saddled himself up and to the Pirate Meangirie. "Never thought Salij would've saddled himself up with this sort of crew. Didn't really think it was his style." He sighed, hand rubbing his back as he knocked sand out and headed off to the rest of the party.
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[member="Salij-Nekt"]

 

[Kiso]

It probably was nothing but Kiso had to check it out, with the recent advances by the Sith Empire many pirates groups had popped up of late, and though she was certain no large scale fleet could get past the AE borders without detection perhaps a small raider group could. The only question was why Ankhypt, the place was a dessert of sort with not real plunderable value that was not the main cities, so why where would pirates go there. it was because of this the Cyborg general was skeptical of such a thin happening. Never the lest it was her duty to make sure all their worlds where safeguarded from thread, meaning that her small fleet of 3 Chisel Head Assault Corvette, exciting hyperspace over the desert planet.

"Captain use our long range sensors to pin any usual activity", one thing the Chisel head was good at, recon and patrolling, not the most powerful ship but it's versatility was invaluable. "General we are coming up with some odd readings on the radar, a few armed freighters of some sort around the planets surface, not classified, smugglers perhaps". "No, smugglers do not often use so many ships, and pirates usually bring more, I would say scavengers but those freighters are modified from the readings... raiders". "Get the men to battle stations, man the laser cannons and point defense, but do not fire until I say so, let us see if they want to surrender, don't want to be labeled as another Sith Empire now would we".

A small chuckle came over the crew as the scouting force descended upon the pirate group, who knows, if the surrendered free armed freighters all around. It was a good thing two of the present Chisel head had Ion cannon in place of the usual turbo lasers, something that she had added at the last minute and was very glad.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

As Aeron layed on his bed taking a well deserved sleep from all the numerous battles he's been partaking in he gets interrupted from his slumber by his familiar droid.

"Sir, we've just received a distress beacon from @Salij-Nekt. Should I set course for the planet of Ankhypt?"

"Sure, why not? Even though I was hoping for some shut eye my friends come first, I just hope whatever is going on down there is actually worthy of my appearance."

And it was worthy of his apperance. Landing his ship near the ransacked village he was able to see all the carnage and anarchy that was placed upon the residents of the tombs. It looked like the work of some desperate scavengers who weren't smart enough to know who they were messing with.

For a brief second Aeron was reminded of his past as a scavenger, living every day by the spec of food and clothing he found lying around. No friends but his homemade, poorly-crafted gadgets and devices. It was a lowly life to live...... "I'll be sure to put these heathens out of their misery"

"If I was a scavenger.... Where would I go?"

After Aeron answered his own question, he headed off to the gigantic tomb that was towering over the village.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij-Nekt hurried up the temple's steps. Such desecration! Such insult! They would pay for these intrusions upon the resting place of one with such high respect from his people. Two bandits stood at the top, two that would be executed for such a heinous crime. He launched upwards, swinging his axe. One managed to duck, the other was felled and ended up tumbling down the stairs. The living one had been stunned by the sudden arrival for a second too long as he had a limb cleaved off, then was kicked down to join his companion.

"Desecration! Marauders! Intruders!" A slur of Anubian curses followed as he began stalking downwards into the depths of the tomb from the top, where the entrance had lied. They would pay for perhaps the greatest insult to him. Desecrating such a place.

[member="Aeron Tosh"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Pyramid
Objective: Kill almost everything within sight
Posts: 1


Ankhypt. Warm deserts. Sunshine. Scherezade closed her eyes and let the rays caress her face. The warmth, while very different than her home planet, offered her the kind of heat that she sorely lacked since rising out of the pebble. And she loved it.

She had given her word to help the Acient Eye out more as she tutelaged under Darth Tacitus. And thus, as she was called to this place, she dropped everything and came. And didn't regret it for a single instant.

She'd been at the bottom of the pyramid but moments ago, before she sensed [member="Salij-Nekt"] running up them, his screams reaching her ears with ease. She knew the canine was part of the Ancient Eye and either ruled or close enough to ruled the planet they were on. So there wasn't really much to think about. Within seconds, she'd darted up the stairs as well, her speed enhanced by the Force.

Salij had taken care of two intruders before she reached him, and had begun to enter the tomb.

"Hey!" Scherezade called, following him inside, "I'm here to help kill people like them." She allowed her Force Presence to flare, letting him know what he was receiving, "Tacitus is training me," she added, feeling that this would settle down any potential problems regarding her appearance there before they could arise.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis galavanted through the departed remains, limbs hanged flayed and shattered from explosives, the crumbling sand monuments a testament to devastation and few Pirates remained clustered and hovered over whatever source of loot could be managed. They danced with glee as Thraxis walked over, a wave and a jovial tune, he looked enough the part of a Pirate to be considered just a well-dressed soldier more than anything else. Where they danced it seemed they had between them a bag with the words 'Swug' sewed in poorly and with a series of magazine clippings. It was a rather impressive display considering the way they spoke it was clear they were all Velcro Kids.

He looked at it all, it was a hell of a lot, chains of gold, Scarabs of Silver and trinkets of every shade of crystal aligned and fell into the sand with abandonment by all but Thraxis, bending over and tossing the trinket up and putting it into a pocket before following along the crew. It was an interesting site to say the least and a strange one. Through the refuse and destruction, it was littered with the Corpses of Cat-Folk. He had seldom enough interaction to know which way Salij stood on his own race, whether a similar disposition as Thraxis, or some ill-gained drive to protect his homeland. But considering to his knowledge the man was with The Ancient Eye, and Pirating as far as he was aware wasn't banned, he could only assume that Salij was the head of the Execution Order.

So along he trodded, following a well-beaten path stained with blood, corpses and every other myriad of refuse left behind in their wake of death. Few words were spoken by Thraxis, his eyes caught in the gaze of the macabre, examining every blaster hole, knife wound and Saber score that had been left in the fleeting population.

But sooner or later, the tides of the sun started its descent and the rolling hills of sand plateaued and a grand group of ships sat parked, around them crates were levelled, the humdrum of the crew burnt and festered in every corner, cards tossed on tables before being picked up by the wry winds, so with a stroll that could only come with the familiarity of family he slipped and slid through, it was the biggest ship he gravitated towards, because of course, Captain Salij-Nekt was to be there. At least, he assumed he was Captain considering he was the one that had sent out the Beacon to call forth the forces of TAE. Seemed overkill, but none-the-less Thraxis was never divided by the opportunity to plunder.
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[member="Salij-Nekt"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="Kiso"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Just as Aeron was reaching the beginning of the steps upward towards the tomb he was surprised by two tumbling unconscious bodies of what looked like poor bandits, followed by a scream so familiar he just knew it had to be [member="Salij-Nekt"] and his unforgettable war cry.

About half-way up the steps Aeron was passed by what seemed to be a force sensitive sprinting up the steps in a hurry.

Aeron also began running until he was practically tailgating her and was just close enough to hear her mention being trained by Tacitus.

Panting from near exhaustion Aeron struggled to slip out the words to Salij and the female apprentice, "Wait for me."

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij-Nekt heard something coming up the stairs and turned quickly to find someone suddenly beside him. He had his axe up and if he had not heard their words, he would have swung it around without hesitation. Tacitus was training them, hmm? Salij held Tacitus high up in respect. He heard another coming and Salij saw that he had his own little party with him now. "Marauders have entered this temple. Desecrated it...you know what must be done. If you do not, all inside must die."

There would be no mercy. Salij, holding his pole-ax in one hand started his descent down into the temple. The others would follow if they still wished it. But nonetheless, the Anubian would be heading in still. Those inside would perish.

[member="Aeron Tosh"] @Thraxis @Scherezade deWinter [member="Kiso"]

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Somewhere on Ankhypt
Further away from The ancient eye forces were to soldiers. They were wearing some scout armour using Binoculars to watch what was going on. They could see a small group of people attacking the raiders. They had orders to watch and call back anything interesting. It wasn't long before they identified everyone within the small group including [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. "Boss will be interested that a confederate was here." "Too true I will call it in stay on watch."

Location: on board rexs-star-destroyer out of system.
"Sir there is a message for you." Rex would turn "Excellent I will take it in my quarters comms." The comms officer would nod "Yes sir." Rex would walk off the bridge and into his quarters. A small hologram would appear on his desk of one of the troopers sent to watch the ancient eye's forces. "Captain report." "Sir we have eyes on 3 men and a female. Sir the female is a confederate one [member="Scherezade deWinter"]." The trooper said. Rex sighed "Very well captain keep eyes on them but do not approach. Make sure to leave the system after the ships disappear." "Understood sir." The hologram ended. Rex sighed, a confederate being among them made it hard on him. He still felt loyalties to them. He sat down and took a long hard think.

The hologram would end on the troopers end as he would lie down next to the other man again. "Orders from the boss." "Continue standing orders, leave the system after their ships leave." "Very well then." The troopers would then hunker down and continue there watch.

[member="Aeron Tosh"], [member="Salij-Nekt"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Kiso"]

 

[Kiso]

"General the enemy ships seem to be powering up their weapons, orders"? "Let them get close, but do not fire, make them think our weapons are not powered up yet, and do not allow them to know we have ion armament at the moment" "Yes general". Slowly the armed freighters would spread out around the corvettes in a surrounding like pattern, probably thinking they had gotten the drop on the small patrol fleet, one thing Kiso noted was the speed of the lead freighter, fast and probably the hardest to take out. That, that would be their first target, no doubt the leader, but of the head and see the rest scatter.

"FIRE NOW", before the raiders could react the 3 ships fired their ion canons onto the lead freighter that had take up position in front, the shields quickly being overwhelmed by the capital ship weapons. "Should we finish them off general"? "kill the small fry, leave this one alive, I would like to get someone answers". The crew quickly jumped to action, the sound of blaster fire echoing in the back ground as the remaining freighters battled with the Chisels heads, something he could leave to the other captains, as of now her attention focused on the ship in front.

"Who are you, why are you hear, has world of the Ancient Eye traveled that far, or have the Sith just been escalating their expansion"?

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Inside the Pyramid
Objective: Kill almost everything within sight
Tags: [member="Salij-Nekt"] [member="Aeron Tosh"]
Posts: 2

All inside must die.

Scherezade did not have to be given kill orders twice. A knife appeared in each of her hands and she raised them, the wicked grin on her face leaving no questions regarding the amount of joy she would be extracting from these orders. Three months ago, she'd been inside a little pebble. Now, she was free, and every passing day turned her into a more and more dangerous weapon to be utilized in situations such as these.

She didn't even wait for anyone, not even the person behind her who'd asked for it. Instead she darted inside, lithe and quick, taking no precautions. If anyone wanted to get at her, they were welcome. If they made her hurt, even better; pain was her fuel, and the more she took, the harder she lashed out.

Taking the first turn left, the Sith Apprentice stumbled into the first marauder. She didn't even pause to check for his species or what he might've been holding in her hands. With a Xena-like battle cry she launched at him, stabbing his neck from both sides and moving her hands in a circular matter. She landed into a perfect cat's pose a mere moment before his head rolled on the ground, the sound of his falling body joining it not too long after that.

She was already covered in blood.

And she relished in it.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Hearing Sajit's orders, Aeron knew this task was going to be simple.

Killing was what he was trained for. Literally, years of war experience, mixed with professional training with espionage made him a deadly killing machine that - unlike the sith & soldiers - didn't leave any clues, and didn't attract any witnesses.

After taking a moment to catch his own breath, Aeron proceeded deeper into the tomb, taking a right turn opposite to the hyper force sensitive.

Inside he found a bandit looting through some dead bodies for anything valuable. Scratch that, four bandits looting.

Before they even got a chance to see them Aeron switched on his cloaking device and made his way to the biggest, most intimidating bandit - assuming he'd be the leader of the group and when no one was looking Aeron silently made one swift cut across his throat and then began to slowly lay his body down.

Three left.

Aeron made his way to the supposed second-in-commander and did the same process, but this time he broke his cloak immediately after doing the duty. The look of surprise and sheer panic that ran across the other two bandits faces was the last thing Aeron saw on them before he quickly drew his pistol and shot both of them dead with perfect accuracy.

Ironic. Aeron put the grave robbers in the grave, and politefully returned the possessions to their rightful owner before continuing down the tomb.

Near: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"]

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij-Nekt spotted another group ahead. The trio met the grave robbers quickly. He saw how [member="Scherezade deWinter"] quickly finished one, covered in blood. He cut down another with his axe, glancing over to [member="Aeron Tosh"]. He had been given perhaps the best to join him in this short mission of theirs, to save the tomb from these thieves. More were ahead, appearing here and there throughout the tomb. The Anubian sprinted forward, cutting through them quickly. They had intruded upon this place, they had trespassed against the Anubians. They were to pay for this crime.

There must have been more further onwards. "They are deeper within. We-" A sudden realization. If they were as deep as he believed, they would be by the body the tomb was built for. Such a transgression must not be allowed. "We must hurry!"

@Kiso