Can't Buy Me Stability (OS Dominion of Neimoidia)

[Syss Rembala]

Location: The Fields
Objective: Pacify working drones

Syss kept engaging horde, after horde, after horde... She had made sure that the droids she had influenced into submission stayed away from this groups of disturbed workers. She was enjoying herself somehow, maybe it was slightly boring and repetitive but the feeling of power that enveloped her when the droids surrendered to her manipulation skills was delightful, there was nothing she loved more than the feeling of power, of being in control...

"It's enough to make this dull task fun..." she thought, inwardly speaking to herself. Her left saber stabbed through the metallic carcass of a droid and slid upwards, cutting the upper half of the Neimoidian worker in two, the trademark devilish smirk of hers made presence on her lips, "It gets more entertaining, I must admit..."

She continued to make her way across the agricultural area, pacifying or destroying the Neimoidian drones, her rhythm growing in intensity and speed every time she dismembered a group of rampaging drones...

[member="Amaethon"] , [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

"Indeed I did."

Adekos swept the bridge with his gaze, as if looking for something he thought he had originally missed. Strange. Of the two of them, he had expected [member="Maelasi Eramar"] to be the more punctual. Rigid military training and demeanor tended to produce that result. Instead, here was Jemmila, a Hapan with a drug habit he had scraped from the floors of Coruscant... And no one else. Aside from the bridge crew, of course, but like every other crew that frequently had a powerful member of the One Sith on deck, they kept quiet when they went about their tasks and did their damnedest not to attract any attention to themselves.

"I did intend for you to be introduced to your fellow acolyte today, but it appears as though she's running late." Darth Adekos explained, returning his attention to Jemmila. "Or perhaps just lacking in good judgement."

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

As the Sith Lord cleared the corner, he felt the cold push of a barrel against his temple. Another shotgun, but this time, he found himself at the business end of the weapon. Lifting his hands, he began to move...

"Don't..." The sympathizer spoke in muffled desperation as Gabriel continued and the man responded with a pump of the forend, chambering a round. Big mistake, Gabriel thought, coming into this fight without a chambered round. As the man chambered the round, Gabriel pushed the barrel away with his left hand and reached forward, grabbing the trigger and pulling it towards the guard, bending it and rendering the weapon useless. Standing up, the Lord of Pain looked silently at his next victim, an individual who was suddenly appreciating the delicate nature of his situation.

"Tell me..." He moved in a flash, grabbing the man by the throat with his right hand, yanking the barrel away and flinging it over the ledge. It fell several floors, smacking the inner bottom of the prison. "Where are the rest of your friends..." He tightened his grip and lifted the man off the ground, not entirely looking for an answer. But he was a slave to dialogue. Reaching out with the force, he pulled the information from the man in between his fingers, searching his thoughts for the slightest recollection. It was a good thing he was touching the soldier, otherwise, this may have been a far more difficult proposition. As he did, he pulled the sympathizer towards him and head butted him hard in the nose. It broke and turned sideways on the face.

"Never mind, I'll figure it out myself..." He pulled the communication device, and a pack of filtered cigarras, from the mans vest before launching him from the guard rail. He would meet his broken shotgun soon enough, in happy republic sympathizer heaven.

The datapad vibrated and the Sith Lord activated the audio.

::Warm body analysis is showing increased activity on top of the prison. We are seeing anywhere from 3-7 figures moving about.::

He clicked it back to vibrate and continued on his path, not equipped with a mobile communications device to listen in on his new friends.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Droids...Droids...Come Out and Play​

Location: Agricultural Sector​

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Sadness overcame her when she noticed no more droids were coming to her. With a huff, she moved from her spot and commenced with hunting the droids herself. It didn't take long to find more of them moving about trying to destroy the fields, and it wouldn't take long for her to destroy them. She whistled to get their attention, and the frenzied droids began to congregate around her. "Much better. Shall we?" Like the previous set of droids, now lying in tatters and several pieces, she attacked them as if their mere presence was offensive to her.

The Sith Knight looked all around her at the broken droids and pouted. "We need to quit being so efficient." With a shrug of her shoulders, she began to skip to the next set of droids.


[member="Syss Rembala"] ... [member="Amaethon"]

 

[Vrag]

Location: Capitol building
Objective: Shoot first, ask questions later​

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[member="Darth Arcanix"] was doing excellent work on the outside, it seemed, for what little resistance they met on the way was depleted and rather panicked. Nonetheless, one of the Gank mercs got in a lucky shot before they could dispatch them all, leaving one of the Elites gasping as he scrambled to staunch the flow of blood from the wound in his inner thigh. He'd have a shot at survival if they abandoned their mission to get him medical attention, but going in, they'd all known what was at stake.

With a decisive twist of his head, the man was given a swift, painless death — the least she could do for his loyal service — and then the group moved on without a word, barely exchanging glances as they went from door to door, closing in on the last possible room on their floor. Hopefully, one of the other three infiltrator teams had better luck then them; if the Force favored them, and it mostly did, they were already in the process of extracting the marks.

Or not.

An indignant voice rang down the corridor, and Vrag and the troops stopped dead in their tracks, listening attentively as the man went on. It only took a few seconds to determine that the owner could be no other than an entitled member of the higher echelon, and therefore someone that needed to stay alive. However much the thought pained her, the Knight gestured for her soldiers to move into formation, and two of them prepared smokebombs and flashbangs as they approached.

The time for stealth was over, and the Sith was first through the door — and on it, subsequently — as they burst in, the grenades sailing over her head and going off after a single bounce. With her visor darkened and the IR filter on, Vrag wasted no time ripping apart the confused mercs, aided by the Elites on every step. Their entrance was by no means a quiet one, but with the din of battle raging outside, it was doubtful the Gank would notice something was wrong until it was too late.

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

::We are still working on the communications array. Additional setups are taking a bit of time for rewiring. Zed...please communicate back to us on the strength of the outer reception. Zed...? Zed, please comply, we haven't gotten word back from you in over 15.::

"Zed's dead...Zed's dead..." The Sith Lord spoke, laughing to himself about how good that cigarra was, the sort of earthy tone and the useless filter that he considered ripping from the shaft. Leafs taken from Tython, maybe. Either way, he found himself crossing the inner portion of the prison on a suspended bridge. His footsteps echoed against the patched metal grates, the structure vibrating against his weight. Ping! A slug deflected against the guard rail and ricocheted off his armor, reading a gash through the armorweave cloak across the shoulder. Glancing towards the end of the bridge, he saw the formation of several sympathizes, creating a wall between him and his desired location. Not the smartest idea, but then again, they were siding with the Republic. One would't credit them with an abundance of wits.

"I tell you what...You jump off this bridge, down there..." He pointed his arm towards the inner prison floor, several stories down. "And I wont through you off the bridge myself?" One of the men seemed to be respond and leaped off, plummeting to his death. Gabriel's mouth was a agape as he chuckled. "I can't believe that actually worked. One out of the three, I'll take it." The Sith dagger jumped from his hand and found its way to the open throat of one of the soldiers, who upon his own shock, fell to the grating and struggled for gasps of breath. As he did, Gabriel charged the one left, who happened to get a single shot from the rifle off before the Sith Lord was upon him. Grabbing the barrel end, he punched the stock upward, knocking it lose from the sympathizers hands. With a fling of the arm, it was down into the gully, as he landed a solid kick to the family jewels and grabbed the sympathizer by the collar. With a well placed head butt to the face, he grappled the dizzied man and flung him over the railing. He didn't even have the chance to scream before his body hit the duracrete.

Walking slowly over to the man, currently struggling for breath, Gabriel pulled the dagger out and cleaned the blade on the fallen soldiers vest. As he gasped for hist last breaths, Gabriel pulled a lighter and few grenades from the vest, and continued his progression through the prison.

 

[Zola]

Location: Aboard the Darzu with [member="Darth Adekos"]

“What a pity,” Jemmila said with a wide smile, raising her head to look up at Darth Adekos. She made no attempt to hide her satisfaction at being the more conscientious apprentice. Hapan 1, Thrysian 0. Perhaps this show of diligence would give her leverage when defending her disregard for rules and general boundaries aboard his personal ship. For example, on her Datapad, she had placed an order on the invisible market for a trained attack stohl to keep her company in her room on the Machinator. Since the network systems were likely monitored, it was a possibility that her Master was aware of this activity, but if so, he hadn't said anything about it yet.

Despite her random moods, Jemmila jumped into things with both feet, and this punctuality showed her discipline in that regard. The Hapan was greatly anticipating a physical battle with the other apprentice, since beyond the occasional spar with her Force sensitive sister, the young Hapan woman had little combat experience.

However, something else was apparently in the cards for today. She only hoped the Darth Adekos wouldn't be sending her dirtside to scrub Neimoidian toilets because she was not cut out for that kind of work.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Pacify..kill..Pacify the Worker Drones​

Allies: [member="Syss Rembala"] ... [member="Amaethon"]​

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She never thought it could be so exhausting killing droids. Or killing anything for so long anyway. Unfortunately there were no more droids currently in her location. She had gone all genocide on them. Shame. So she sat down on the ground, legs crossed, and twirling her hair with a finger. Boredom was a burden nobody she ever have to bear. And yet, it was her burden to bear. In the distance she could hear the others destroying the mechanical baddies but they were not as efficient as she was. Then perhaps being efficient could be bad at times.

Then came the sweet sound of droids rolling toward her. She jumped to her feet and ignited her new lightsaber, The Dagobah Curse, and planted her feet. "No rest for the wicked. Back to work."

 

[Amaethon]

Location: Nearing the end of the agricultural hub.
Objective: Stop the damage to crops.
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Syss Rembala"]

It was getting to the point where Amaethon was picking random drones to die for his amusement. He let another sag to the ground, it's throat crushed. Most which fled, he allowed to live. In general, they were all running now after watching him butcher over twenty of their fellows. They were only semi-sentient, and yet they could recognize obviously mortal peril. He would've sighed if he were able.

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

He was getting close to the ladder system leading up the top of the prison, he could just feel it. But at this point, the power was merely emanating in the form of intuition. Nevertheless, if you walk in the same direction long enough, you'll hit a wall and you can take a turn and continue forward. At least, that was the mentality he was working from. One door opened, the room was empty, so he proceeded into the next. As the door opened, a large figure, over 8 feet in height, grabbed Gabriel by the throat and lifted him from the floor. His hands gripped the wrist, but much to his avail, the clawing at the forearm did nothing, as the figure lunged forward and launched the Sith Lord well over ten feet, sending him sliding across the floor. He spun in his own recoil, the cloak catching the in the floor, giving the impression of some sort of mixing sensation.

"You didn't think we didn't notice you...did you?" The voice was deep and booming and Gabriel couldn't seem to place the origin of the accent or his ethnicity. He went to grab for the sheathed shotgun, but it seemed to slip out mid flight. Gravity will do that sort of thing when given the chance. So he pulled for the next best thing: A pencil he grabbed off the floor while sliding. He stared the monster of a man down as he put his pencil up, ready to attack.

"Surrender..." He coughed as he prepared to attack. The large figure, short cut hair, merely laughed as he ran forward and swung from his left to right, flinging Gabriel towards the wall of the long room like a rag doll. The Sith Lord hit the duracrete and bounced, landing on his feet. "Ouch..." A fist came at him and he pushed the pencil deep into flesh, pressed hard against a table. The monster of a man recoiled from the attack, pulling the pencil out from between the knuckles and screaming, flinging the bloody wooden object away. It bounced and spattered blood on the ground in flings.

Lunging forward, a punched landed across the forehead of the Sith Lord as he was lifted by collar and flung to the otherside of the room. He was starting to feel like a ping pong ball as he shuffled to stand up, feeling like something was broken. Yanking an electric cord from wall, peeling it out of the desk lamp, he growled and swung the switch outward. "Come on you big bastard..." He yelled, smacking the guy across the face with the sharpened brass extruding from plastic covering of the cord. Angry, he charged and slammed Gabriel against the wall, hard, leaving a pocket of caved in duracrete before lifting him up once more. Gabriel struggled as he wedged his hands between that of the monsters, slamming his head into the nose of the beast before kicking him hard in the stomach and groin area. Dropping Gabriel to the ground, the man recoiled from the attack as the Sith Lord found his way around the man, wrapping the cord around the throat and pulling hard. The Goliath lifted himself from the ground, and Gabriel with him, and began to buck like a raging bronco, only tightening the grip. Until his eyes turned red and he passed out from loss of oxygen to brain.

Crawling, the Sith Lord managed to find his way back to the shotgun. Stumbling over to the monster of a man, he proceeded to beat him with the weapon. Until nothing was left and he was ready to proceed on his way. Exasperated, exhausted, and thrilled to bits by the resistance he was meeting.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: SMASHY! feat. Gank mercenaries
Location: Capitol building
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] & The Marching band

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Every last Sith soldier in that room was trained for this, and with the advantage of a surprise attack, the mercenaries never stood a chance. Granted, they weren't green behind the ears either, and they took a good share of her infiltrators down with them. Vrag had been counting on their egotism and self-servitude, however, and as the enemies fought to save their own skin, the Knight secured that which they had come for; the Monarch and the Council. Mercenaries, when it came down to it, were just credits-hungry killers with no allegiance, which ultimately made them useless in these types of situations. The Elites, on the other hand, were more than willing to give up their own lives for their true goal, and as such the team quickly accomplished what they came to do.

Their numbers were depleted, but such details no longer mattered. The path back had already been cleared, and they returned to their entry point without any problems; the Gank forces were now completely focused on fending off the assaulting Sith outside, providing the perfect cover for them to slip out the back. Most of the officials were, as expected, fat and full of complaints, but after being shown the wrong end of a slugthrower, the annoying bureaucrats descended anyway. Vrag watched them in disgust, half-tempted to cut the rope while the créme de la créme was dangling on it like a over-ripe fruit. It was only the thought of all their eternal gratitude to the Sith that stayed her hand, knowing full well that they would rule yet another planet through well-recognized puppets.

It was good form, keeping known players in the field and simply buying their allegiance with a currency that trumped even the delectable smell of credits, and putting new faces in power would've simply upset an already distraught people. No, this would have to do.

With a sigh, the Knight followed them down, breaking radio silence to confirm that the marks were safe once they disappeared into the embrace of the attacking Sith forces, calling for the other strike teams to get the hell out of dodge. With their goal secured, Darth Arcanix would be free to squash the remaining Gank to her brutal heart's content. Vrag made a small noise of envy as she cast a glance over her shoulder, tearing her eyes away from the beautiful destruction through iron will only.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

Fortunately, Adekos was not aware of any Stohl shipments heading for his personal vessel. It was likely he'd remain unaware until the delivery ship actually arrived, at which point he would become rather furious. This, of course, was all farther down the road. Success and diligence in training had seen the return of some luxuries to her quarters, a datapad among them. Adekos hadn't bothered to monitor her activities, though he probably would going forward. That is, if he didn't instead confiscate the device and bludgeon her to unconsciousness with it. Unauthorized purchases were one thing, unauthorized purchases delivered directly to his ship were going to see consequences.

The Umbaran took note of her seeming pleasure in the absence of her colleague and snickered. "I wouldn't smile so broadly if I were you. Your task will be much easier to accomplish with assistance."

And, oh, what a task he had in store. It was a little elaborate, perhaps, and could get in the way of some operations here on the ship. Not that the ship had anything to worry about anyway. The Neimoidians hadn't had their own defense fleet and Republic ships had fled shortly after they were able to. Learning experiences, such as this one, were priceless.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Vrag"]

Location: Advancing on the palace of the Trade Monarch
Objective: Show the Gank what a mistake they made

With word reaching her that Knight Vrag's forces had successfully rescued who needed to be rescues, even if they were Neimodians that likely would be sniveling and groveling. Glad the objective had been met, she turned her attention to something a bit more . . . balance wise. It would only be fair to show these Gank the full consequences of their actions.

"Kill every Gank, and if you can capture a few and have them sent to Knight Vrag to do with as she wishes," she ordered and the advance continued on the fragmented Gank mercs. They fell like droves to the Vong and droids, the commandos being just as deadly as the other two. Casualties were happening, and rarely at that. It helped the Gank mercs were split on three fronts and had been weakened internally.

One of the droid companies had reached the walls and begun scaling them, walking along them as they ascended with their fiber cord launchers.

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...

Rung after rung, thump after thump, Gabriel had made his way to the top of the prison. He had thinned the herd substantially, but was coming to the terms with the notion that he was going to have to haymaker this prison in order to remove the republic infestation. As he cleared the roof and pushed the hatch open, he dove in anticipation towards a duracrete wall. The top of the prison was heavily asphalted and gripped his elbow as he rolled. Slug fire pinged the hatch and sparked, sending flares in the Sith Lord's wake.

Pulling out his holstered shotgun, he fed the solid slugs into the chamber, as opposed to scatter rounds.

"You're surrounded..." Gabriel yelled, chuckling to himself. Either way, there was a certainty in their fate.

"Yeah, you and what army..." As soon as he said it, one of his friends nudged him, nearly knocking him over. "The One Sith army, you idiot!" He friend pushed back, knocking the sympathizer over one of the relays. "I'm not an idiot...IDIOT!"

The Sith Lord took this moment of jocularity to thumb a thermal detonator, counting to five. "I brought you all something...from the One Sith with love!" Over head and behind him, the thermal detonator flung on an arc before hitting the ground and exploding. The man still standing up was blown off the top of the prison and Gabriel took the opportunity to rush the man on the ground, pumping a round of the shotgun into one of the legs. With a scream, he holstered the weapon and lifted the man from the ground, his leg merely disconnected flesh.

"You were the idiot...you only really needed to worry about me." With a push, the man was sent five stories down, to hit the ground in a thud and splat. Gabriel then proceeded to unload round after round of the shotgun into the relay system. As he did, he listened in on communications, smiling, as he approached the ladder and descended back into the prison.

::Guys, we've lost signal strength from the rooftop. Please advise.::

 

[Darth Ferus]

Locate [member="Reverance"] and offer assistance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlEb3L1PIco​

"Oh dear.." A cloaked figure, who had been following the one known as Reverance, found himself staring down at a rather.. Well. The first scene he found himself upon was a man. Broken. On the ground. A sigh would escape the red mans lips as he crouched down beside the body. "I would guess Republic, thrown ri- Oh look at that. A shot gun. Yup, you were thrown." Without another look at the body, a blue gaze from underneath a black cloak would look up, and leap up to the ledge. Follow the carnage it seemed.

Moving towards what seemed to be a prison, he would once again find a body having jumped down from a high height. Only, this one seemed.. Happy. There was a wide smile on the face who had jumped down, as if he had not only chosen to, but really, really wanted to. Still no sign of the Sith Lord however, and despite how gleefully dark this was, it wasn't something the cloaked man should stay focused on.

Now, he was inside the prison, having walked in after seeing something that resembled blood. "Oh dear god.. What is that?" Quickly he would rush over to.. A monster. Staring down at what should be human, but far from it, large, imposing. He was about to reach down and touch the mans face when a loud bang went off from the roof. Standing up rather quickly, the cloak surrounding the man known as Darth Ferus would fly free, and a hand would go to his saber.

Only to find the man he was looking for. With a blank gaze, he would slowly lift up one of his hands in a greeting to his fellow Sith Lord.

"Yo."

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Kill the Republic sympathizers
Location: Arriving at the prison
Allies: [member="Reverance"]

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The Sith Lord, with her army of droids and Vong, seemed to have the Gank well in hand, and if the screams and explosions were anything to go by, the mercenaries weren't going to last much longer. She had little pity for the soldiers, and she spared the Capitol building a single glance before turning back to the Trade Monarch and the Council a few meters away.

She crossed the short distance with a few determined strides, coming to a stop before the ruling elite with a blank expression on her face. Her visor wasn't down, but it was clear enough for the government officials to experience the full force of her ice-cold glare.

"I hope that you all appreciate what we did for you today, ladies and gentlemen," the Knight spoke in a level voice, her blue eyes meeting the uncertain looks on their faces. "This was not an act of kindness," she continued, looming above the council members as she circled them. "And I know you're smart enough to recognize that," the woman concluded with a humorless smile, her head cocked to the side ever so slightly. "Don't prove me wrong."

With that, the Sith was gone, leaving the bureaucrats in the capable hands of the Elites as they herded them into the waiting shuttle. The planet was still too dangerous for them to stay, and they could keep a much better eye on them once the Council was safely in the belly of the beast. Vrag, on the other hand, was quite happy to be free of them altogether, following the route on her holo-display as she neared the prison where the Republic sympathizers were holding out.

Fish in a barrel.

 

[Reverance]

Locate the Republic sympathizers and kill them before they call for help...
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Vrag"]

No sooner had he dropped down the ladder chute did he find himself looking upon a figure he didn't recognize. As soon as the 'Sith' raised his hand in gesture of familiarity, the Lord Of Pain brandished his own gesture. A sith dagger, flung from armored left hand. It would pass directly over the shoulder of the Zabrak and into the throat of another sympathizer. Smacking hard against esophagus and trachea, the man would suddenly find himself relieved of the capacity to function and breath normally.

In a similar fluid motion, he yanked the shotgun from the holster and brandished it in threatening gesture, aimed directly at the mysterious and unknown Sith. Gabriel was in the thick of it, not fully prepared to mince words with someone he didn't recognize. These were hostile times and from the brief moment that his crimson eye searched the figure, he didn't find what he was looking for. Nevertheless, he was a man of few talents, killing the primary one. His crimson eye deflected from the Darth towards his victim, ten feet behind the man. Suddenly, he found himself concerned that the figure, in his flailing and death throes, would roll under the guard rail and take that Sith dagger with him, several stories down.

"Do you mind...grabbing that dagger from his throat? And finish him off, please? His agonal gasps are irritating me." He squinted the blood red eye, staring down the barrel, as he reached out to discern the mind set of the man who had followed the Hand into the prison. "And while you're at it, explain to me why I shouldn't put you down where you stand?" He had no time for games, the communication issue was still the task at hand. While he stood there, the communication device pinged once more.

::I repeat, we have lost communication relays on the roof. Please advise on the current situation::

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus remained ever still as the dagger came forth. A faint glimmer began to form over his flesh, a bit of a paranoid defense move as [member="Reverance"] threw his dagger, but it would fade as it passed harmlessly over his shoulder. He had forgotten the ruthlessness of the Sith in the midst of a fight. The red man would look over to the real target, letting out a slight 'oohh' as the man began to gurgle on his own blood. "Very nice shot I would sa-" Ferus did not know about the shot gun pointed to him. And it was at this point he would close his mouth and think for a moment. Well, the man wanted his dagger back.

With a flick of his fingers the dagger would tear through the mans throat, more to stop the gurgling as it twisted and turned before coming free, only to fly back at it's owner. However, similarly to the initial throw, it would go by him with the speed of a bullet, plunging into the head of another insurgent.

"I'm here to help, so to speak."

Of course, Ferus would have another much thicker barrier in front of him. While the gesture was to protect Reverance, there was a shotgun trained on him, and he was fairly certain it was going to go off. Hopefully the barrier would be enough to keep this civil. If you could call it that.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Kill the Republic sympathizers
Location: Prison; ground floor
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Reverance"]

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Navicomputers were truly a blessing, she would freely admit that any day. She wasn't much of a pilot, and flying a speeder competently was about as skilled as she got at these things. Thankful that the clever circuitry and algorithms inside the bike would help her reach her destination faster, the Knight allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. She'd been running on adrenaline ever since they'd first touched down in the city, and going inside the Capitol building had brought that hormone cocktail to heart-stopping levels.

Now, Vrag was more resistant to such stress as most people, and the few minutes of recuperation had her fresh as a daisy. Granted, it was a very violent daisy wearing plate armor and wielding a lightsaber with alarming skill, but with a bit of squinting and a few bottles of Juma juice, the random observer could be convinced of her innocence. The fact that she was crawling across a field helped fuel that illusion even further, but it was shattered almost as quickly as it had been conjured. The Knight rose to her full height once more and switched on the IR filter in her visor as she approached the main prison building, her steps sure, yet cautious. There was a decent number of figures flickering behind those doors, but nothing she couldn't handle on her own.

Like the cheating dirtbag that she was, the woman threw open the door with little ado, greeting the would-be rebels with a pair of grenades. One to burst their eardrums, the other to fry their retinae; Vrag took a page out of the infiltrator book, following her two toys once the screaming started. Her blade severed flesh from bone, parting sinew and tendon alike without discrimination. She used her slugthrower to finish off the few men still standing, stepping over the rest of the corpses and towards the next room with a new bomb in hand.

 

[Cordelia deWinter]

Free the Trade Monarch and the Inner Council from captivity.
@Vrag @Darth Arcanix


Cordelia wasn't one to be in the front lines and melee fighting. No instead she would serve her fellow One Sith by ensuring that everything would be coordinated as quickly and seamlessly as possible.

When reinforcements would be requested, Cordelia would oversee their distribution. When new updates came in regards to the Trade Monarch and the Inner Council, she would send that to the appropriate Ladies of the One Sith in charge of the mission.

Were they to require any aid, Cordelia was in a nice safe and quiet One Sith base of operations to delegate.