Dominion Blood and Thunder | NIO Dominion of Glee Anselm

[Sinestra]

O B J E C T I V E _ I
pool party, banditfighting, pool party
g a n g s t a ' s _ p a r a d i se
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Tavius could not see him, but beneath Arno's helmet a frown deepened. As most denizens of the galaxy without the 'gift' of the Force, he looked at Force Users with greater caution. That view had sharpened intensely under the doctrine of the New Imperial Order. Yet, Tavius was a brother in arms. They had shared many a battles, and many a brothels.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the line of the harpoon tugged on the sandy beach, the same harpoon which had evaporated their target.

"Are you doing this?" he raised an eyebrow at his suddenly Force sensitive comrade
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[Tavius Muuaji]

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Tavius' gaze tightened on Arno, scrutinizing him as he wondered as to what his reaction would.

Invasive, was the Force, and in his experience those without the gift, or curse, depends on how you saw it, weren't perceptible to knowing when their thoughts were being touched.

So, the humanoid hybrid sought to dig in... Not deep, he wasn't an expert, just... Initial thoughts. The New Imperial Order's COMPNOR did not have a promising outlook when it came to Force users. But, his thoughts escaped him, unable to concentrate on account of the shaking rifle.

He triggered the mechanism to drag whatever it was back to them. And in response, he heard something cry out in its direction as it slowly slith ered back through the sand to them.

Sinestra

 

[Sinestra]

O B J E C T I V E _ I
pool party, banditfighting, pool party
g a n g s t a ' s _ p a r a d i se
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Tavius did not reply but simply dragged the source of what the harpoon was pulling.

Arno stood up from sitting on the sand and grimaced at what the harpoon brought back to the two commandos. No way.

"What the-?"
Tavius Muuaji

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

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The creature on the end of the line stopped in front of them as Tavius stopped pulling and his foot kicked it in what he thought would be the side.

When it turned over, the COMPNOR Storm Commando recoiled backwards, almost stumbling over the beach chair as he pointed a hand at the thing in front of them.

"Have you ever seen something like this before?"

Before them was the Knight-Inquisitor, in the midst of transforming again and again, trying to shift the harpoon out of their flesh. It punctured them through the chest and they struggled, barely alive as Tavius nods over to Arno.

"It's alive!"

"Knock it the fuck out!"

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[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
BYOO | FORTUNATE SON
E C H O E S
Ravraa Vyshraal

Irveric offered a faint laugh of Ravraa's remarks of being relegated to a desk. He wished it was that easy, to be set behind holo terminals where he could simply rule the realm from a chair. In the end, he'd go insane this way. The battlefield yearned for his presence, his ruling far more direct and controlling, more evident that his presence was there at all. Different than the Chancellor, the Vice Lord, Senator Concordian and as of late, the Dark Lord.

"This level of obligation hasn't stopped any of your now counterparts from leading their forces on the field. Be it Lucien Dooku's Myrmidons, Rausgeber's Prefsbelt Command or Bralor's Sons of Mandalore, they all have roles to play in battle." Irveric offers and then that ever intriguing question came Irveric's way from Ravraa. A question he had every right to ask and an answer he wouldn't deny from a man who'd done so much in service to that very aim.

"As I said...I was born on Dantooine. Father? Never knew him. My mother was a nice woman, at least while I was young, she tried. But then...spice, something medical took away her ability to truly think coherently...and then it was left to me to raise my younger brother, Kenth. I was the only means of income, doing whatever job I could manage until I was able to get myself certified to work on starships...then the One Sith came with a warband, forced conscription unto any fighting age man in my town...my number was called so to say." Tavlar says, taking in another draw from his cigar, mulling over his next thoughts.

"So I was sent to fight with the One Sith, my certification enough to get me trained up as an officer. I was given a unit, deployed mostly to anti-insurgency operations, 'bandit fighting' as they called it. Archais, Aargonar, name it. Once I was gone, I never saw my family again. All the credits I sent back went no where, any message I sent ended in no reply...so my men became my family. I loved all of them, they were all just...boys, misguided, eager to prove themselves...like I was. But it became clear, quickly that I was the only person who gave a damn if they survived each mission, if they had three square meals each day. Our commanders, our 'masters', the Sith...we were animals to them. We were the serial numbers on our tags, nothing more. They treated us like...refuse, nothing. Each and every time I looked at one, it was if their cold eyes looked right through me...and they always gave off that...horrid feeling about them. Must bee the darkness...whatever you call it." Irveric says, drawing a sigh before he continues.

"I was given real command before Aargonar...it was then that I focused less on who I was fighting with unto who I was fighting against. On Kintan...I was forced at threat of death to order my artillery to fire unto gathered civilians...on Mandalore, I was given temporary military governance of the planet, until the 'terrorists' came and the Dark Lord assumed control. I was supposed to defend Sundari, the Mandalorians were our people, my people then. I did my job, my men did their job. We defended that city...we won. In return, the Sith laid waste to it, salted the earth, ripped apart everything to the foundations, nothing more than ruins remaining...as 'punishment'...and I perpetuated it...by doing my duty." Tavlar admits before he ashes the cigar in a nearby ashtray, looking back to Ravraa.

"I couldn't live with myself after that...the night terrors...all of it. I told the Sith at their great assembly how fucking vile they truly were, I didn't care if I was summarily executed after...I didn't. I took all who was loyal to me, the 501st and into exile. I wanted a state where the Imperial...men and women like me and you...like Lyra or Dooku. Where we could rule our own destiny and not beholden to them. To the Jedi...to the Sith. I made that horrid alliance with that parasite Vexen and Voyance so that we might burst through the gates...but I would not tolerate them any longer than I had to. Or else it would be you and the others feeling as I felt, that bloody wheel turning again. All the same...it is in their nature to betray, they serve the interests of power before all else. Had we not done what we did...the sabers would be at our necks..." He states coldly.