Private Cleansing The Bogan Influence

[Arabella Olivarius]

World: Mirial
TAG: Todblaz Graker

Mirial was a world connected to the Force, its people deeply religious. It only made sense that many Mirialans were apart of the Ashlan Crusade during its height. Its on of the many reasons why Arabella chose this planet to become a safe haven for any followers of Ashla or Ashlan loyalists still out there in the galaxy. But Mirial was a battleground between the Alliance and Sith. So much death and destruction between the forces of Light and Bogan. Time was needed so the world can heal, so the people can rebuild. But the Bogan doesn't rest for the weak and weary. It in fact, tempts those very same people into its corrupting influence. To turn away from the Light of Ashla, and instead bend the Force to suit selfish reasons. Arabella's job as a juror was to ensure that never happened on her watch. Its why now she was outside of her haven settlement upon a speeder bike, riding across the cold desert of Mirial.

Reports have gotten back to her of a small Bogan cult out in the wastes. Weary refugees tell her that dark magics are practiced there and they have preyed upon the innocent. Arabella stopped her speeder on top of a tall sand dune. She looked down at the holographic map and the area she was told they operated in. Furthermore, she looked at the description provided to her by an escapee of the cult. The leader is a Mirialan,male with white hair and green skin. His facial tattoos in the shape of a diamond. Arabella would then continue her way to the supposed location stopping a few clicks out to proceed on foot. She kept her wits about her, thinking that there could be guards or possible corrupting Bogan magics ahead. "Ashla, watch over me."

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Equipment | Z240 Revolver [Right Hip] | Kriin Sentinel [Cross-Draw Holster] | EL53-Max Knife | Miscellaneous Grenades | C89 Sniper Rifle
Tags | Arabella Olivarius

Lying prone atop a sand dune, Tod peered through the scope of his rifle, tracking a figure dismounting from a speeder in the distance. She didn't look like the others he'd been following. His targets being just a few clicks out, he didn't know what to make of her.

A local settlement had hired him to investigate a some group in the area and take 'required measures' if necessary. Due to the payout being surprisingly high and possibly a tiny sense of adventure, Tod had accepted the mission. For the past few days, he'd been tracking the group, which led him to nearby coordinates. But this woman didn't fit into the rest of the picture.

He assumed she was just another hunter, perhaps hired for the same job. That could work in his favor, if she was competent, he could get paid for doing less. If not, he'd simply shoot her and continue with his mission.

Tod slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder, the layer of sand on his chestplate slowly sprinkling off, and made his way down the dune. When he was close enough to catch her attention, he shouted, "Hey, princess! You working this gig, too?"

 

[Arabella Olivarius]

World: Mirial
TAG: Todblaz Graker

Arabella stopped as she ignited her lightsaber pike as she turned to face whoever was following her. But she stopped seeing that it wasn't a follower of Bogan who was stopping her. At least she didn't surmise as such. She lowered her lightsaber pike as she then put on a friendly but also confused expression. "First off, I am not a princess. I dont even have the royal blood to even pretend to be one. As for this gig, you speak of, I am not a bounty hunter. I am a Juror of the Ashlan Crusade. Well what's left of the Crusade." Arabella had a bit of a darkened expression on her face for a moment.

"I came out here due to leads I have been given by some refugees. A Bogan cult is here and could be spreading darkness across this planet." Arabella paused for a moment, not even sure that this man could understand what the Bogan is. "Dark side force cult." She explained "It's my duty as a Juror to root out and eradicate such things out in the galaxy. Right now I am trying to hunt down the leader and bring him down. Are you after the same man, I suppose?"

Arabella would show the bounty hunter the hologram of her target. A Miralan male with white hair and green skin. Face tattoos in the shape of a diamond across his face. "If this is your target, they we may have a common enemy bounty hunter."

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Equipment | Z240 Revolver [Right Hip] | Kriin Sentinel [Cross-Draw Holster] | EL53-Max Knife | Miscellaneous Grenades | C89 Sniper Rifle
Tags | Arabella Olivarius

When she ignited her lightsaber, Tod's hand instinctively drifted to the revolver on his right hip, fingers resting lightly on the handle. Though he didn't draw, he'd let her talk first.

"Ah, a crusader," Tod remarked casually, bluffing. "Thought your kind were extinct." He had no idea who these crusaders were, but every bit of free information was a win in his book.

As the tension lessened, Tod relaxed his grip on the gun. "Bogans, huh?" he echoed. "Not exactly the name I'd pick for a scary death cult."

He moved closer, peering at the hologram she held. But his focus wasn't on the image, it was on her, he was observing her for reactions and movements.

"Well," Tod teased, with a deliberate pause. "If you're gonna be the jury, guess that makes me the executioner."

Gesturing toward their shared objective, he smirked, "Lead the way, princess."

 

[Arabella Olivarius]

World: Mirial
TAG: Todblaz Graker

"Bogans. Its a religious thing for us Ashlans. I would explain it but I rather not alert the cult that we are coming for them. Chances are they are going to be on high alert." Arabella would then continue to move forward expecting the bounty hunter to follow her. She seemed to disregard the comment about being called a princess. Yet, she did turn her head back for a moment to say something to him. "The Ashlans live on, despite the Crusade's fall. As long the Bogan is around, the light of Ashla will be there to combat the darkness."


Arabella then went silent as she continued to her trek across the dunes of Mirial. Sometimes a gust wind would blow sand up in her face, which she used her armored arm to block it. A part of her did wonder why was this bounty hunter here for a Bogan cultist. Perhaps the leader has had some off world activity Arabella wasn't privy too. But the Juror continued to walk until she got to the top of a large dune, overlooking an encampment nearby. Getting low to the ground, she nudged the hunter to get his attention. "Do you need your target alive or dead? Because depending on that, the approach may need to be different."

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Equipment | Z240 Revolver [Right Hip] | Kriin Sentinel [Cross-Draw Holster] | EL53-Max Knife | Miscellaneous Grenades | C89 Sniper Rifle
Tags | Arabella Olivarius
OOC Note: Apologies for delay, not the best at getting posts out during weekends

He moved to walk beside her. "Sounds like you've got a personal vendetta against those Bogans," Tod said. "No rest for you Ashlans while the wicked still breathe, huh?"

They continued in silence, the sand crunching under Tod's boots. Although he had plenty of questions for his new partner, he decided to wait and see if she survived the oncoming fight. Then he could get the more personals out of the way. When they reached a dune overlooking the camp, Tod lay down and pulled the rifle from his back.

As he adjusted the scope's focus, she asked him something. "No reason to leave any of them alive on my end," Tod replied, finishing his adjustments. "Is there anyone in there you need?" He peered through the scope to ensure the image was sharp. "Want the first look?" he offered, moving to let her take the rifle.

 

[Arabella Olivarius]

World: Mirial
TAG: Todblaz Graker
OOC: Now its my turn to apologize XD. It was hard to summon post energy but managed to do so today!

"The Bogans are responsible for alot of evil in this galaxy. The countless innocents suffered at their hands. The many worlds shrouded in their darkness. The Jedi do combat them but they never do what's needed to truly eradicate the Bogan." Arabella would explain briefly before then looking back at the encampment. "However sometimes, the lost can be brought back to the Light. Should they desire to embrace Ashla's Light, I will not strike them down. For every convert we get it, the Bogan gets weaker."

Arabella sighed as she stood back up. "There isn't anyone, I absolutely need no. So shoot to kill. Yet, if you manage to neutralize them without taking their life, leave them to me. I will give them a chance to repent and to begin anew. Should they decline, then they have forfeited their right to exist."
She glanced down at the rifle, before nodding leaning back down to take the scope, looking at the encampment. She adjusted it slightly before looking at the encampment.

"A couple of guards doing patrol. Probably armed with some sort of a vibro weapon. Alot of cultists seemingly meditating at the center of the encampment. Three guards by what looks to be a supply depot. I don't see our cultist leader anywhere. Probably deeper in the encampment."

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Equipment | Z240 Revolver [Right Hip] | Kriin Sentinel [Cross-Draw Holster] | EL53-Max Knife | Miscellaneous Grenades | C89 Sniper Rifle
Tags | Arabella Olivarius
OOC Note: Once again, apologies, studying for exam week which is messing up my posting schedule.

"Alright, princess," Tod muttered, eyeing the camp in the distance. Without the scope, the details were fuzzy, but the movement was unmistakable. "I'll stick to nonlethal so you can do your thing."

A sly grin crept under his mask, knowing full well his partner might not appreciate how he approached nonlethal. "I'll provide fire support from up here. Once my view of you is blocked, I'll head down."

When she had finished with the rifle, Tod reclaimed it, peering through the scope. "Give me the signal when you want me to open fire, or if they start acting up," he added, still focused on the camp. "Hopefully, you're not as delicate as you look." He couldn't resist a final jab.

 

[Arabella Olivarius]

World: Mirial
TAG: Todblaz Graker
OOC: Apologies for the long delay! My muse for this character took a dip but managed to rekindle something!

Arabella seemingly stared at Todblaz for a moment, narrowing her eyes. She certainly felt that this bounty hunter was quite used to being sarcastic in his hunts. She handed him back his binoculars, and then she slid down the dune to make her way to the cultist encampment. Arabella did wonder why is the bounty hunter electing to stay long range for this. She thought that he wanted to capture his target himself. But the Ashlan crusader would then continue forward until she got to the perimeter guards.

Todblaz would see Arabella speak to them, at first everything seemed that it would be resolved diplomatically. But when the cultists drew their weapons, Arabella would ignite her lightsaber pike, and then cut down the two guards with ease. She would force pull a third cultists directly onto her lightsaber, impaling him through the chest before tossing his body aside. Then Arabella moved deeper into the encampment.