Conquest through Destabilization [OS Dominion of Roxuli]

[Lucille Kearnes]

Objective B
Enemies: Roxuli Security Forces
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Post 2/20

Lucille had been the perfect little acolyte to Darth Timoris. When the master spoke, the Acolyte listened. She stood at attention while addressed and kept her hands behind her back, one cusped inside the other. Silence descended across the acolyte out of an instinctual know-how of how to approach the relationship with a master. It was a cold, hard lesson bred into her from her time of slavery on the Hutt Moon of Nar Shaddaa. As the words of her would be Master finished their lecture to which she would reply with an obedient “Yes ma’am.”, “No ma’am.” or “Of Course.” As the pair did their one little training exercise to teach her an important lesson in Sith philosophy.

Run at the wall. Press your foot against it and then use the momentum to carry yourself up the wall and then flip.It should have been simple enough. She had done something similar to this during her courier times on the Smuggler Moon that it should be almost muscle memory at this stage, like clockwork. She bowed her head in turn to Darth Timoris and uttered a simple “Yes ma’am.” Her arms fell to her side and she obeyed the instruction without hesitation. Her lithe form was athletic and speedy enough to deftly approach the wall at a speedy pace. She led with her stronger leg, right, and pressed her toes against the wall. The left leg followed. She ran three, maybe four, steps before pushing off. It was at this point where the higher thought processes of her mind overpowered her bodies instincts and it screamed ‘You’ve never done this part before.’ She levitated in the air in a manner similar to a brick would in its uphill battle against gravity, that is to say, she fell down and landed with a harsh blow, that she soaked and absorbed with an instinctual roll onto her side and moving her head just so that non-vital areas cushioned the blow.

“There is no pain where strength lies.” The statement reverberated through the training hall and Lucille politely inclined her head to the Sith, she stated “Yes ma’am.” once more and again, she would run at the wall without hesitation.

Fall after fall proceeded, each time met with that same lesson.

“Never break a fall, If you are prepared to break your fall, you are prepared for the fall itself. Sith do not fall. They do not fail. There is no pain where strength lies.” Lucille repeated it. she’d run at the wall and her technique would begin to lag. The words repeated as mantra. Each time she fell, a small blossom of hate would bloom like a cancer that threatened to engulf its patient at any moment.

Her mind fought against her body as the conflict between grey matter and the muscle fought for control over who would steer this run. The other would sabotage the other as her body moved to a different tune than her body directed. Thump! Thud! Pow! Wham! Boom.

Thirty times she fell, bruises and welts swelling on her body. Forty. Sixty. With each fall, her body tired and fought against the brutal training regimen.

Each time the mantra was repeated with a calm coolness that did little more than fan the anger and defiance that she hid behind a face of calm serenity. A practiced maneuver to mask her true feelings and opinions well learned from being a servant to a despicable crime boss. Through gritted teeth and some mumbling beneath her breath at near inaudible levels, some of the harshest and cruelest words reserved for a game of Sabbac between a crew of spiced out space pirates.

She landed on her feet eventually. Nodded to Darth Timoris and then kindly waited off whatever else the Lord of the Sith had wished to be said before departing with an “Of course, ma’am.”

***

Even now as she walked through the petty and cramped squalor of the lower district slums, the bruises and cuts from that training with Darth Timoris stung like a swarm of hornets poking at her soft skin. She looked upwards to the skyline of Par'ediin and saw the glitzy high life of the towering buildings in the distance. She couldn’t help but swallow a small amount of vitriolic malice at the sharp contrast between the wealthy and the poor. She found herself staring in that mild daydream of ridding this world of the socio-economic contrast when a sharp ‘psst’ echoed out from behind her.

She turned to the individual in question, a brown haired male with an aquiline nose and distinct features such as a widow’s peak, an unkempt beard and the spacer clothes no different than her own.

He unceremoniously shoved a datapad in her direction with details of a peaceful protest that was occurring to show support for the Asteroid bound citizenry protest rally occurring tonight. She blinked at the screen and scanned over its contents before offering a simple nod in turn to the aging person.

“Gutcher arse over there then.” He said with a sharp slurred accent and stared at her with offputting and unsettling beady eyes for a moment before snatching the datapad loose from her hands. “Gutcher arse over there then. Go on. Shoo!” He repeated with his intense slur, waving her off with a dismissive wave of a hand beckoning her away in the direction of the protest. “Take care then, mi’lord.” He offered with a wide grin as he vanished back into whatever haunt he had skulked out from. In that quiet moment of Lucille’s peace with the descending silence of the deserted slum streets, her thoughts and considerations never seemed so loud.

She pushed onwards down the street towards the rally, taking the peaceful moment to check that her blaster pistol was secured and loaded, just in case.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=2/20]​

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: In space
Allies: [member="Lucille Kearnes"]
Enemies: None

In her mind, she reflects on the training regime that Lucille now copies.

She runs, she takes four, five, six steps up the wall, and flips through the air to land on her feet.

When she completes her basic exercises, she powers up her training saber and practices manoeuvres. Her body is not het as strong as durasteel and as fluid as water — but she is making progress.

She shifts from one position of attack to another. She falls on one knee and slashes her lightsaber as she imagines cleaving her victim cleanly. She rolls away and grips her lightsaber with both hands for a vertical sweep. She leaps and twists and comes down, leading with her left shoulder. She delivers a death blow and leaps away, somersaulting in the air. She will perform ten thousand slashes, lunges, attacks.

Her lightsaber is beginning to become no longer a separate weapon, but part of her arm. She is starting to move in the time it would take her opponent to blink. She is learning to move in the time he would take to raise his weapon. He would only see the space where she had been. He would feel the sudden shock of the blow that would knock him to the floor.

Melori performs these manoeuvres a hundred times a day — her Acolyte will soon mimic that intensity. That commitment. Melori does them even though her body knows them intimately, even though she has not made a mistake or a misstep in years. She does them until the memory of the movement is part of the muscle itself. The goal of the Sith is to fight without thought.

There is no pain where strength lies.

Melori is performing the exercises on her ship now. She ends with a triple backward flip. Her breathing is ragged, her muscles on fire. You may think she would quit. She never quits. She is just beginning.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Mayhem. Lots of Mayhem.
Location: Inside the Administration Dome. Main Lobby
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"], Kelon Amadis, [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Post: 5/20

[member="Ben Watts"] A rare grin escaped the youths often somber features, which was answered by laser fire almost on cue. Ben's battle sense helped him ahead of time, dropping to one knee to brace and snap off two bursts with FFE's modular assault rifle, its armor piercing rounds popped the armored figure ahead like glass, cracking his chestplate, while someone else from their squad rang out a counter of their own, ion slug rounds came in thudding impacts against a collapsing pair of security droids. The air now escaping the main dome in a rush past his helmet, was soon sealed up by emergency doors ahead, always another door.

Kylath had some of the Amadis ingenuity, but not the experience to just hack the doors. Instead one of the team readied a couple of small explosives for the inner door controls, they blew out with a hiss, and yet more of the facility was exposed to vacuum. “Vent the facility, or take them room to room?” Kylath, or Connar as he was known, favored the latter as it meant more personal fighting, whereas the former made things quicker and cleaner.

The halfblood looked to [member="Ben Watts"] the older man for some guidance, he had a way about him how he led, didn't always need to be breaking down the door first to lead well, which is exactly what Kylath was trying to do, but life hadn't taught him that yet. Kicking in the next door, literally after it was weakened by rifle fire, the room was absolutely empty....

Until the mirror in front of them was shattered, clever, hiding half the main lobby. The offending shooter was nailed cleanly on the spot by a sith trooper, but their team had taken a casualty.

“Don't shoot!” Shouted one of the administrations upper management, pirates every one, they'd lined their admin staff up as a human shield to protect themselves, guards and droids behind the wall of white cloaks, at least those they'd allowed to get helmets in time to stop the vacuum taking them, the rest laying prone were not so lucky.

A rare moment of hesitation on the acolytes face, he didn't hestitate to setup in cover behind a chair, but his master vengeance had told him to value the lives of those he was shooting, which in some ways made killing them add more meaning or impact to the act.

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Location: Central Admin Complex
Mission: Blow Stuff Up
Objective A
Enemies: Roxuli Mining Company
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], Kylath Amadis
Post: 6/20

“Whatever works,” he laughed with Ben. Honestly the rimworld warlord got a kick out of this, violence generally speaking.

Brushing down the glass from his metal fist, Kelon reloaded and refitted the large weapon on his shoulder, then trudged in at the back of the lobby, making sure to give everyone a large meaty grin, what a pretty little setup. Kelon didn't buy this banthabosh for a second. Administrators, white coats? Heeeey he even recognized a few faces from old raids.

The large zeltrix turned his missile launcher upward, and before anyone could say forcesakes don't make another Jar Jar Sequel, fired at the roof above and in front of them, attempting to bury the damned lot of them ahead of the squad. He shrugged afterwards to the sith nearby. It was only partially successful, everyone, hostage, administrator, even those supposedly dead on the floor pulled out a gun, or cast off their white coats.

Then the real fun began in the main lobby.

Because everyone here was a pirate, scum or other merc hired to stop them. Those who would use any trick to just get out of this, mirrors, locked doors, posing as hostages, there wasn't an innocent among them, least of all Kelon who was finally out of ammo for his shoulder canon, dropping it.

He threw his saber, much like a javelin impaling someone, which was about as skilled as he was with it, checking his own rifle and keeping well down. Most of the pirates, being pirates, ran off further into the facility, but several security staff stayed to exchange fire with them.

“Whatever works.” Kelon said with a click of his neck and his knuckles, pulling his saber to him.

 

[Ben Watts]

Mission: Kill Pirates, cause less mayhem, or maybe more we haven't decided yet
Objective A
Enemies: Anyone who stands in our way according to Kelon
Allies: [member="Kelon Amadis"], [member="Kylath Amadis"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Post: 3/20

So he wanted to show off, did he? Ben let out a sigh of relief when the other man pulled out his lightsaber and Ben chuckled his blaster to the ground. It was practically useless in his hands anyway, he had been shooting at seemingly nothing, and hitting even less than nothing. It was quite embarrassing to be completely honest. He made a mental note to maybe do a little bit of training with the blaster when he had the time.

But the lightsaber in his hand felt right. He knew what to do with this and as the enemies began to run away, Ben smirked, and he turned to the Kelon fellow. "Watch and learn." Shoot his hand out in front of him, Ben concentrated on the tunnels the men were running through, and without much trouble he pulled down the roof in front of them blocking their path. He smirked as they all came to a stop and he turned to Kelon and gave a small wink before practically vanishing.

He was not one to show off his powers, but he wanted the One Sith to know what he was capable off, what this "Sith Acolyte" could actually do. His movements were a blurr as the only thing visible was his lightsaber streaking across the hall. One by one the pirates fell, they never knew what hit them, and before long both the men who stayed behind to fight and those who tried to flee lay on the ground, incapacitated.

He deactivated his lightsaber as he appeared back in front of both Kelon and Kylath and he let out a whistle and clipped his lightsaber back to his belt. "Did that look cool? It felt cool." Ben said as he turned to look at his handiwork as the room was now quiet from the lack of blaster fire. "On to the next objective, then?"

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective B
Enemies: Roxuli Security Forces
Allies: [member="Dex Torture"] and Grymm Jaegir
Post: 3/20

I'm not sure Acolyte, but this informant is an intelligent agent for the Sith. You are right to be wary though. No one is ever to be fully trusted, Darth Azurea said directly into Dex's mind. He showed much promise towards the art of telepathy, and she felt a sense of pride which would eventually be expressed. But now was time for action and not accolades.

As they took their leave, Acolyte Torture opened the door for Azurea like a gentleman. Both of them pulled up the hood of their robes to ward off the rain, but now they truly looked like a pair of Sith stalking around Par'ediin - likely up to no good. Even though they neared the building, Darth Azurea hailed a speeder taxi, a credit chit already in her hand to show the driver she was good for payment.

Inside the dry warm taxi, they could plot their infiltration. Pressing a button, Darth Azurea engaged the partition which slid upwards with a hiss. They would not be heard by the local Par'ediin driver. "So how do you think we should get inside? And then, in your opinion, Acolyte Torture, what type of information do you think would cause a riot in this city?" The brunette Sith Knight had her own ideas, but she was curious to find out how Dex would respond.

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Location: Central Admin Complex, Exiting Main lobby.
Mission: Loot
Objective A
Enemies: Roxuli Mining Company
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], Kylath Amadis
Post: 7/20

Mouth agape, he looked at Kylath, then back to Ben. Egotistical certainty reasserted itself with a grunt, “not bad.” Taking his jewel encrusted saber and dusting off the handle proudly, then attaching it to adorn with the various rimworld regalia Kelon wore, a rare occasion this infiltration that he could put it all on almost. Enough to make him look like some sort of travelling rimworld nobility, if only it hadn’t been taken from at best grasping hands of his conquests, or at worse dead men’s fingers.

Looking about at those scattered prone, he cleared his throat, "could have used you on Zeltros, my last trip home to see the folks," he laughed, yeah Kel was a show off, but frell anything but winning, others could have the honor, his stuck up brothers for a start. Shrug of the armor back, Kelon straightened up to adjust his tech gauntlets, their red rimmed knuckles flexing, one man got up, and was hit back down, with enough force from the heavy glove to have him seeing his share of stars, that is if he’d wake up again at all.

As the other two made their way out, the pirate Zeltrix stopped to search through the unconscious or dead, taking anything of real value to add to his collection, couple of weapons, an expensive looking old necklace and four credchits that’d buy him his share of a local bar, another one, forget just owning shipyards, the spacer's bars they came with were far more important.

Staying well at the back, when he decided he’d had enough loot, he turned around and punched through the lobby door controls behind them, his techglove sealing it with a jolt of power from the circuits themselves. “Better to not be followed,” he added, adjusting the heavy glove.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Learn
Location: Inside the Administration Dome. Approaching Main Admin Control.
Objective A:
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"], Kelon Amadis, [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Post: 8/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_R7bJahcwc
​

Martial artist at his core. Watching, studying and learning every step. What Kylath was finding, was his ability to read his opponents movements and techniques, as anyone training all their life in a fighting style could. The force enhanced Ben’s signature, and so gave Kylath leading clues in how someone fought, their own tendencies.

While his half brother needed to reinforce his ego, or sense of control, Kylath took in everything Ben did, he’d practice the moves, practice the techniques and incorporate some of it into his fighting style when he got back, always training his body. Ben might see one or two of his movements reflected back if they ever met again.

The serious expression across his features only grew more heavy, he nodded to Ben and answered genuinely, with an Amadis grin. Did it look cool? “Yes.” You bet it did. Stepping through the door ahead of them, he checked the corridor with his rifle, “time to find who is hiding behind the underlings, you in?” One last check to the 769th's squad, still only one down thanks to Ben, the eager halfblood headed around the door, not waiting for an answer.

Main Admin Control

Approaching, they found little else standing in their way, why? Because everyone was hiding behind what was ahead. They found themselves facing two shielded turrets and a corridor full of mines…. “trouble ahead.” Hit it head on, Kylath’s preference, or take an alternate route? Perhaps Ben had a few more lessons to show the young acolyte? "Ideas?" Looking down the barrel of his rifle, maybe it was time to let go and use the saber? It felt heavier on his hip.... and almost ready to seize his birthright, what he was built and made to be.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=3/20]​

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: Planetside
Allies: [member="Lucille Kearnes"]
Enemies: None


Melori reached the cramped squalor of the lower district slums. Her would-be Acolyte was nearby — she sensed her presence.

But before she could get closer and observe her progress, she was aware of three droids tracking her. She was outnumbered, but assassin droids can't move as quickly as she could. They cannot jump, and their flexibility isn't as finely tuned.

Their weaponry, however, makes up for that.

They track her easily, their sensor lights flashing. She meets the first barrage of blaster bolts and deflects them with her saberstaff, spinning it in a blur of motion while she tracks the next blaster fire and meets it. She can feel the power of the Dark-side. Aggression fuels it. The darkness throbs furiously, beating in her muscles, making her merciless and effective. She had missed this of late.

For this is what she loves.: the feel of the dark side of the Force pulsing, growing, until the air crackles with the charge. It is the charge of blood and pain and anger. She controls it. She manipulates it. It only makes her stronger.

The assassin droids are programmed to use complicated fighting strategies. They try a flanking manoeuvre, but she leaps over them, the Dark-side fuelling every muscle, and comes at them from behind. She destroys the first droid as the second and third turn and fire.

 

[Lucille Kearnes]

Objective B: Start a Riot
Enemies: Roxuli Security Forces
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Post 3/20

The swelled masses of the protestors was the sight in the squalid lower city that one would have expected, a widespread collection of individuals of various age, species and gender amassed together to blockade access to a simple and functional building. They were a peaceful lot, most consisting of a few workers of the lower-middle working class who felt an affinity and sympathy for the grievances of the miners overhead. Numerous picket signs advertising their support or their belief in the tyranny burdening them that made their existence so painful. A group of RSF was on hand with holstered stun blaster pistols and unpowered truncheons should the protest turn ugly or a more radical group seek to exploit the melting pot for their own nefarious ends. These RSF simply looked on with quiet discontent and restrained patience: They clearly had no intentions of turning on the protestors or using any more force than was necessary: They were just doing their job, man.

Lucille blended into the group of protestors, merging with the conscious mass as easily as one would slot a plug into its socket. Her hands buried into the depths of her pockets, she meandered through the crowd with a blend of curiosity and sympathy for their cause that she lingered for longer than she had truly anticipated. It came with the pangs of a consciousness not utterly consumed with the pursuit of power or an obsession with the Dark Side that might have gnawed at the moral fiber of other Sith. She spent her time conversing with an elderly twi’lek for an extended duration. The female twi’lek with an azure skin tone and a soft methodical manner to her speech spoke for a long period about her own past (once having been a dancer at a Cantina bar and then later joining a slicer team as the ‘face’). It was a simple and elegant discussion about how she would’ve liked for this matter to be resolved quietly and diplomatically with a fair trade between both groups such that the need for such protests wasn’t so prevalent.

Once Lucille stepped away from the aging Twi’lek, back into the collection of individuals that formed the protest, she blended further into the group pushing her way to be near the front where it’d be possible to perceive the RSF team that were ensuring the safety and security of the protesters and making sure they didn’t become a nuisance herself. A brief period of contemplation descended over the ‘Sith Acolyte’ as she dwelled on the consequences and turn around of her actions. So inward was her focus that the din of the crowd became as if white noise emanating from a television set, her mind debating harshly while drowning out all other stimuli.

Then it happened. A snap of a second and a quick salvo of blaster rounds was fired off at the RSF, the pistol holstered with a dextrous swiftness that the crowd failed to recognize what had just happened until the yells and shouts from both the protestors and the RSF clashed for attention. The pistols of the RSF were now unholstered and they took up an aggressive stance towards the confused and panicked protesters. Pleas of innocence were met with the yells of the RSF to stand down. The melting pot reached boiling point as the protesters refused to stand down and the RSF fired warning shots or brandished their truncheon in the clash that was inevitably about to occur.

In the distance, a single aging Twi’lek films the clash for the HoloNet.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=3/20]

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: Planetside
Allies: [member="Lucille Kearnes"]
Enemies: None

Her Acolyte would just have to wait…Melori was currently occupied.

She is already a millimeter away, escaping the fire and twisting to deliver a cleaving blow to the second droid. It topples, its sensor lights still flashing. She buries the other end of her lightsaber in its control panel. It lets out a screech of protest that sounds almost human. Smoke rises and she breathes it in. It is the smell of a Jedi Temple burning. The pleasure of destruction builds, makes her blood pound.

The third droid swivels. Instead of coming at her directly, it wheels to the right. She feels a start of surprise. It is a complicated manoeuvre.

The manoeuvre and the surprise please her. She does a backward somersault as blaster fire pings over her head.

Challenge. That is a cornerstore of Sith training. Her Master always kept her off balance.

The blaster fire is close, closer than she would like. She can feel the heat on the sleeve of her tunic. SheI smells singed material. The assassin droid has suddenly flipped sideways and aimed from the chest. She’d been distracted.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Objective: A
Location: Breaching the dock
Allies: [member="Kylath Amadis"], [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Kelon Amadis"]
Enemies: RSF [3/20]

Thirty seconds to go. Each soldier made a final check of his gear, and gave his or her own mind a quick once-over. Final call, one last chance to give a thumbs down and sit this one out. No one ever did, of course, they didn’t call them Helldivers for nothing. They had more than lived up to the name. Valen had been a hot drop, O’reen had been a hot drop. This backwater mining complex? This was practically a training op.

The clock hit zero. Go time. As one, the three breaching fireteams vanished into the opening access ports. After only a moment, Cyrus followed. He’d never been one to back down from a fight in the first place, and this couldn’t be any worse than low orbit interdiction. At least there was solid ground beneath him.

The fireteam blew through the access with no fanfare or communications. It was a textbook breach, the pointman went one way and everybody else fanned out. They led with grenades, mostly flashbangs and concussion, but a few nastier ones to spice it up and keep the enemy guessing. Shots snapped out almost instantly, short controlled bursts. Cyrus came out last, found a gap in the coverage and took position.

The desired chaos had been achieved. Smoke and debris were everywhere, and the RSF seemed to be responding as effectively as a chicken with its head cut off. Return fire was sporadic and inaccurate, likely just individual soldiers shooting blind. In contrast, the Helldivers were dropping everything that moved in their line of sight.

A volley of blaster fire lit up the cargo container Cyrus had crouched behind, and a pair of bolts slammed into the chest of the trooper closest to him, knocking the man to the ground. As if on schedule, someone had taken charge of the defense. The volume and accuracy of the return fire increased rapidly. Another trooper took a hit and went down for a moment before popping back up. On the advanced HUD Cyrus could see a readout with the vitals display for all 60 soldiers. One fireteam had three personnel down, the other had one, and his team was good for now but hurting, evidenced by how sluggish the first trooper to get hit moved as he struggled to stand.

The main docking bay door slammed open, shaking the whole compartment. Thirty Helldivers poured in, their concentrated fire slicing into the assembled defenders. The RSF formation held for a while but quickly broke, the survivors either throwing down their weapons or trying to flee. It had all taken maybe three minutes.

No alarm sounded, no wave of reinforcements hit them, so apparently the team hitting the command center for the colony had done their job as well. Not that it was over by any account, there was still a lot of work to do.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=4/20]​

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: Planetside
Allies: [member="Lucille Kearnes"]
Enemies: None

Anger rises in her, which is good. The darkness crests and roars. She twists in the air, her lightsaber twirling, revolving.

Its balance is perfect in her hand. She strikes one hard blow to the left flank of the droid. She feels the power of the move reverberate all the way to her shoulder. It gratifies her. The other blow to the right follows a fraction of an instant later, so close that an observer would not be able to tell which blow came first. They would only see the armless droid wobble, its internal balance mechanism destroyed.

It is an easy job to slice off its head. The droid crashes to the floor, now a useless heap of smoking metal. Melori kicks it out of my way with a smile, her lightsaber held loosely in her fingers. One day her Apprentice will see a Jedi at her feet just like that.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective – B (Apply Terror Tactics in a Shadow War with the RSF)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Airspace above Roxuli[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies – One Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies – Everyone Else[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Post – [2/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“An unknown gas shell was dropped earlier today on a Roxuli town. This shell has caused the skin of those affected to blister and suffer internal bleeding. The authorities are currently unwilling to confirm or deny the origin of the shell, however, the One Sith’s involvement has been suspected by some. The authorities tell us that this is an isolated incident and that there is no need for others to worry.” The news anchor reported.

Although watching the aftermath on the news was not as fun as witnessing it first-hand, it was still better than nothing. Perhaps it was time for Konrad instil more fear within the population...[/SIZE]

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Bluff Resh
Objective: Get orders (Will go for B, just like [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"])
1/20

On the road again. Was this going to be his life for a long time now? Wasn't there supposed to be more than just falling in line for a Sith Acolyte? Bah. It mattered not at this stage. If this turned out to be a long term situation, then he'd have quarrel with it. For now, he waited until everyone had assembled. The lecture was grand and well-planned out. Some many choices, so little time. At least they were given a choice for this particular campaign. Last time, they simply told him to go fight jungle monsters and he ended up frying a Drexl...somehow. The damage from that encounter was still healing somewhat. At least, the bruises and aches were still present.

After carefully going over his options, he decided to take place in the multiple shadow skirmishes around the city that would be perpetrated by the OS upon the RSF. After that was decided and groups were established, everyone was loaded onto their specific transport and they were off. Time to check out the big city.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective – B (Apply Terror Tactics in a Shadow War with the RSF)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location – [/SIZE] In an unnamed Roxuli Town
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies – One Sith, [member="Jack Mirrikh"] (?)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies – Everyone Else[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Post – [3/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Konrad and his men silently infiltrated a Roxuli town in the middle of the night, silently killing any and all law enforces that was out on patrol. The town was pitch black and everyone was asleep, blissfully unaware of their impending doom

Everyone was in position. Under Konrad’s orders, several of his me waited at every door waiting for Konrad’s signal before commencing the operation.

“Go,” Konrad ordered his men through his helmet’s secure commlink. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Once the order left his lips, his men simultaneously broke down the door to each home and charged in, and slit the throat of every occupant in the house before they even know what was happening. The operation that ended in the slaying of an enitre town was over in less than 15 minutes.[/SIZE]

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Location: Hallway to Main Admin Control, Admin Dome.
Mission: Loot
Objective A
Enemies: Roxuli Mining Company
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], Kylath Amadis
Post: 9/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsB7Pm5dJD0​

Main Admin Control​

Kelon shrugged his heavy shoulders, hammering his tech fist again on the door behind to make sure it was closed. Like some sort of damned joke, everything they met was one more test. Trying to work his doppleganger had proven too much for the acolyte at training, maybe when he hit a strong control in the force he’d give it another go, sure wishing he had something to trick those turrets.

Oh well. “Might want to duck.” Kelon gripped the wall, giving the group a second.

Lighting up a cryoban grenade from his belt, FFE loved these little beauties, he threw it clear at the back of the mines. Heat absorbed across the floor, each mine shutting down as their circuits blew out, not long before they were triggered from the change in their weight, explosions rocking the hallway ahead. Anyone not holding on might fall to their floor, Kel shrugged again, he seemed to do that a lot.

The Turrets didn’t fare much better, they would break out of their freeze soon enough, their motor controls trying to move the barrels. For now they juddered and jarred hissing smoke, giving everyone precious seconds to move. Kelon of course had no intention of going first, let the underlings die first, seemed the best plan, crossing his arms like some self assumed overlord of the small gathering.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective – B (Apply Terror Tactics in a Shadow War with the RSF)
Location – Roxuli airspace
Allies – One Sith
Enemies – Everyone Else
Post – [4/20]

“Last night, a town was slain by unknown individuals. The residents were found dead this morning, each with their throats slit. The authorities have refused to comment on the situation and its relation to the incident when a gas shell – now confirmed as swamp gas was dropped in another location in Roxuli. This is the second attack in just as many days,” Konrad smiled as he saw the fear on the anchor’s face that she was deaperately trying to mask. Konrad was pleased to hear that his terror tactics had been successful.

People don't believe that bad things can happen to them until something happens and Konrad was the casue of that something. Some might consider him a monster, but he was simply reminding the residents of Roxuli that bad things can and will happen to normal people with normal lives and that no one is safe. In fact, the residents of Roxuli should be thanking Konrad for opening their eyes to this truth but as with all good deeds, this went unnoticed by the residents who prefered to focus on the negative.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Cut further in.
Location: Inside the Administration Dome. Approaching Main Admin Control.
Objective A:
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"], Kelon Amadis, [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Post: 10/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snWVLEOJpt8​

Shielding his face from the blast as debris sailed past. Hatred for his half-brother grew a notch, boring into him with a stern look. “How about you go first.” Shrugging past him, not having time for Kel’s bs. Ever since he’d found out he was family, the two had been looking for a way of killing each other, an equal in the arena the fight hadn’t decided it in or outside of it, but one day he'd surpass him.

Kylath kicked off at a run, the frozen turrets trying to track him, he pushed up to press off the wall, giving him leverage to move faster and jump out of the ice. Saber out ahead of him, they started firing but too slow to track the agile form of the acolyte. Frozen as they were they could barely move at all, but high his move carried him, and he raised his feet up to his chest protectively, doing a cross cut to slice the first turret upon landing. The turret beside it being stabbed into, twisted metal started falling down, and small explosions threw it outward over the icy floor. Painfully he'd taken some light wounds to his arm from the explosions but nothing much that phased him yet.

The door was next, cutting an entrance into it.

“Please! We surrender! The complex is yours!” Came the call ahead. Kylath’s hands tensed around the hilt, breathing heavy, the moment he’d decide the fate of the admin staff, nobody else. They were his, training to make use of his captives, met the desire to kill his opponent and seal their fate.

Which would win out? [member="Ben Watts"]

Three of the colonies leadership surrounded by a small ring of pirate guards had thrown down their weapons, the squad began disabling some of the perimeter defenses for [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]'s approach to be made even easier.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Par'ediin
Objective B: Shadow War
Allies: OS
Enemies: RSF
2/20

Jack hovered above the city streets as he searched for possible ways to atract the RSF. To any normal person, wishing to do such a thing would appear to be madness. To Jack, it was another day on the job. His life now consisted of moving from planet to planet to further the One Sith faction's reach until he did enough to be taken notice of. Then...well, he didn't know what would happen then. Pedestrians on the street would look up with envy or falsely given hope for a savior, but they would only find an uncaring pale man in dark, smoky armor carrying on his way.

Collateral damage? No. Rob a bank? No. Call the emergency number? Maybe. Jack was running through a list of possible things to do in the hopes that he could get the attention of the RSF and draw them out...But then he figured that the first and best course of action would be to find out where the local RSF stations were. He looked around for a public terminal to find a map of the city. This took him a while until he finally hovered over to one that was lit up and protected from most of the weather that was taking place.

He set down and searched for a map of the city. He then refined the search to show all of the RSF stations in the city. He copied this info into his datapad and turned back to walk over to his hover pad...only to find that someone had taken interest in it....