Conquest through Destabilization [OS Dominion of Roxuli]

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=5/20]​

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: Planetside
Allies: None
Enemies: None

The droids dispatched, Melori continues to prowl. Her Acolyte is nearby and may not survive the mission. She considers the outcome with dispassion. If an Apprentice is not worthy, then death is inevitable.

She comes across a shabby building, a combination of store and warehouse. It has been marked by intelligence as a safe-house for underground resistance. The loading bay is open, no doubt in preparation to receive or send out arms. The inside looks worse than the exterior. Against the walls are stacked metal containers that spill their contents onto the filthy floor. Spare parts are simply dumped in greasy piles. The remains of meals are scattered about, as though the terrorists drop bones and food when they are finished. The lights are only on half-power, leaving the corners in deep shadow.

Her Master once told me once that the greedy are the first to economise. She has never been proven wrong.

There are only two in the loading bay. Togorians are tall beings of great strength, covered in fur that they wear long and matted. Their claws are fierce and sharp. They use their claws to slit open crates to see what is inside. When they hear me approach, they look up, then look down again. They assume that a fellow terrorist has arrived.

What stupidity. This will be too easy.

She registers all this, but does not see beings as others do. Under normal circumstances, she barely registers other living creatures, unless they are threats or obstacles. When she goes into battle they cease to be living beings at all. They become targets.

She charges them, her lightsaber activated. The targets freeze for an instant, but then they move fast. Roaring and spitting, they grab weapons from a pile near them. The dull-witted cretins don't use strategy; they just rush at her like barbarians, one with a vibroblade, the other with a vibro-axe. The one with the axe is clumsy. The other favours his left side.

 

[Ben Watts]

Mission: Decide the fate
Location: Administration Dome
Objective A
Allies: [member="Kelon Amadis"] , @Kylath Connar Amadis , [member="Cyrus"] Tregessar

"Impressive," Ben stated as he walked into the room and his eyes glanced over the men who had thrown down their weapons. "You will make for a deadly adversary one of these days." Ben said casually as he bent down and examined the leaders of the admin control room. Quickly he scanned all of them until he picked out who he thought might hold the access code and then Ben roughly placed his hand on one mans head. He let out a whimper before a gasp of pain shot out of his mouth as Ben forcefully pulled his memories. Wading through all of the useless information he found the access codes he would need to shut down the defenses.

Finished, Ben removed his hand, and he poked the quivering man in his forehead and he fell backwards. "Drain knowledge they call that one," Ben said casually as he moved to the control panel that would allow him access. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as If someone else was controlling him. "Rips their memories right from their heads, any knowledge they have, you can have it as well. Disgusting move, really, but effective." A small beep confirmed his override and now they would not have to worry about turrets or doors being opened as everything on their current path was now unlocked.

Turning on his heel, Ben reached into his robe, and he pulled his lightsaber out again. He did not ignite it but he faced Kylath with a grim look. "I wish to take over this facility and run it as my own. When I wish something, it normally comes true, so now you must ask yourself if you wish to help me or fight against me. Before you answer it should be known that, if I willed it, I could kill you and your friend with ease. I do not wish to kill you, just so we are clear, but I will if I have to. So can you work with me or do you wish to stop me?" His voice was ice cold and completely serious. He had undertaken this mission so that he could establish a presence on the Mining colony. He would replace everyone with his own men and he would rule it with an iron fist. It would provide a good income.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Par'ediin
Objective B: Shadow War
3/20

One man's bad luck was another's fortune. It was an RSF officer who was probably trying to cook up an excuse to give Jack a ticket and get a bonus for making his monthly quota. His inquisitive gaze swept over the hover pad that belonged to Jack, but he didn't look up to see that Jack had taken notice of him. This was a stroke of good fortune for sure. However, it made Jack think if he was being set up by fate with good luck only to be dumped on by misfortune.

It was a simple matter to walk forward and dispatch the man with a swipe of his light saber that came alive in his hand. He had less of a chance than a snowball in Hell, for no one expects the Spanish Inquisition a light saber when power was thought to come from the barrel of a blaster. His comm squawked white noise as he clenched it in his final throes. He pried it from the man's hand and instantly dropped it to the floor like it was a hot plate on bare fingers. The memory of death was still fresh and the comm had been a focal point of stress in his final moments.

The emotions of sheer terror and surprise packed in a single moment made him wait before picking it up again. The encounter had been so quick and the comm had surely been used plenty of times in the past that the associated death memories should be short-lived. As per his estimation, he picked the comm up again and was not afflicted. He slid it into an open piece of his armor so that he could listen to the broadcasts and plan his next move.

The wind was picking up and the waves were unsettling poking over the high flood walls a few blocks away.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=6/20]​

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: Planetside
Allies: None
Enemies: There are always enemies…

She sees all this as she leaps. At the crest of her arc, her lightsaber is high in the air. She twists slightly to attack the first opponent from her right side. When the lightsaber comes down on his shoulder, it has all the force of her body behind the blow. He goes down with a surprised grunt, his arm and vibro-blade clattering to the floor. She delivers another blow, piercing his chest, and he is still.

She moves aside as the second pirate wields his vibro-axe. She is fluid as water and slips through his opening like a breeze. He grunts in frustration at his inability to touch her. This pirate is bigger than the first, taller than Melori. His fur gives off a rank, sour smell.

Then he surprises her. Instead of coming at her, he wheels around and runs. She realises quickly that he's heading for the comlink station near the door — and she can’t have him alert the entire building other presence.

Move in secret, when you can. The blow in the darkness is the killing blow.

She draws in the power of the Dark-side. She focuses it toward the terrorist. It sends him flying past the station. He hits the wall with a dull thud.

He turns, staggering, and roars at her in rage. Then he charges. She is expecting this, of course. She waits for his momentum to make him clumsy as he begins his strike an instant too soon. It is easy for her to evade the blow. When he totters, she whips around, her lightsaber twirling, and neatly severs his hand from his wrist. His eyes widen in surprise as he gazes down at the empty place where his hand once was. Then he feels the pain.

The howl is earsplitting. She has to take care of him fast. One side of her lightsaber slices his neck. The other hits him as he crashes to his knees, then falls over, dead.

The targets have been eliminated, and she’s not even breathing hard.

 

[Caelia Lamora]

1/20​

Objective: B (apply terror tactics in a shadow war with the RSF)
Location: Roxuli, UpperHab
Allies: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"], One Sith
Enemies: Everyone else

The tension was palpable. Aeon Dyson nearly held his breath. He knew it was only seconds away now. "Hammer, package delivered" he heard the familiar voice of Sergeant Evvin Rost speaking into the comm. Dyson's eyes were fixed on Sergeant Rost. Underneath their helmets they all looked the same. Dyson was more interested in the comm-link Rost held in his left hand. Barely two seconds later another voice chimed in on the other end. "Anvil, package delivered" Operation was proceeding according to plan then. Or so he thought.

Doubt beset him. He knew others were having similar thoughts. Though their expressions remained hidden underneath their helmets, he could easily picture their worried looks. The moment dragged on even longer, but no sound came. Something wasn't right. Where was Iron Squad? He wasn't sure what, but somewhere, something must have gone wro-"Iron, package delivered" his train of thought was interrupted, and Dyson breathed out a sigh of relief. With barely a moment's pause, a final message was given over the comm. "Message received. It's time to open your presents" he recognized the firm tone of his platoon leader, Lieutenant Sarden. That was their cue.

"Hammer Squad, move out" Sergeant Rost ordered in a hushed tone. Immediately the ten-man group started moving. Stealth was the name of their game right now, and it was why they weren't moving in force. The platoon had split up into its three squads, each headed to their own location. He was a part of Flux Company's 5th platoon. Though he didn't have all the details, he knew 2nd had been sent on a similar mission. The remaining three were on standby in case their situation turned hot.

Their path had been cleared on the way in. The few members of Roxuli Security Forces, or RSF, they had run into had been taken out silently. Even though they weren't expecting trouble on the way out they had to be prepared for it. Dyson clung tightly to his blaster rifle, trying to calm down his rapidly beating heart with the sheer force of his will. He wasn't successful. Thankfully the population didn't seem as dense in the UpperHab as in the lower ones.

They were about to reach their position when suddenly a voice cracked through the comm-link. "Contact!" Dyson could even hear the following release of blaster fire. It sounded like the squad fired off two salvos, then it all fell silent. "False alarm, only civs." Dyson's first reaction had been another sigh of relief. The after thought that struck him was his sense of relief at a reality that most likely meant a small amount of civilians lay dead in the streets somewhere nearby. Their only crime had been to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Had they been a family? It was fortunate that the other squad hadn't bumped into a unit of the RSF, yet there was a strange duality to their luck. Thankfully he had no time to dwell on it. He could see their rendezvous point up ahead.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Par'ediin
Objective B: Shadow war
4/20 (Blaze it)

A storm was coming, Mr. Wayne...Well, he didn't know it for certain. However, the air currents felt and smelled charged with impending weather change. The dark clouds rolling in seemed to confirm his prediction. He would need to get somewhere soon and stalk outwards from there. But first, he needed an initial target to start at. The comm squawked and he picked it up. He tuned the knob left and right until he got a proper level of clarity. As he listened to the comm, he walked back over to the public terminal and tried to figure out where to strike.

Chatter came over the line for most of the officers on duty to group up at their closest RSF station for a briefing. Someone else from the OS must have kicked the hornet's nest into a pot and stirred it. This posed an interesting situation called "Cornered Rats". They would be strong while grouped in home field, but the reward for removing them all at once was pretty great. Time was of the essence, though. The longer he waited, the less time he had before the rats scattered. Plus, he was pretty much racing the weather at this point.

He figured out the path to a station that was fairly secluded from the other stations, yet was tasked with policing the business section of the city. It may have been less rewarding than taking out the big one in Pare'diin Central, but Jack wasn't stupid. This would be difficult enough as it was. Besides, taking out an entire force meant to keep order in one of the most vitals sections of city was going to be vital. It would also help stir up fear and chaos and help the other OS when citizens notice the lack of security and loot the financial district.

He got on his hover pad and eventually got to the rooftop of his target building.

 

[Armand Temi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFuP9FXLF8Q&ab_channel=%C6%B5ombie​

4/20
Objective: B (capture bounty on member of the RSF)
Location: Roxuli, UpperHab
Allies or Enemies? [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"], [member="Aeon Dyson"]

A man on Roxuli had a debt to pay. And as most debts in the galaxy that required payment by force, it was likely a gambling debt. Or the result of a high-priced spice addiction. Or even credits owed to a loan shark. It didn't matter to Katagine what exactly was in arrears. She was here to collect.

The Drahr'gam-clad Mandalorian crouched on the first floor of an building in the UpperHab of Roxuli, waiting for her target to pass by. He was a member of the RSF - she had his name and his likeness - but that was about it. Her father, Gis Orar, bounty hunter from Concord Dawn would be proud, her mother horrified. And what a cruel twist of fate if Katagine, in her own right a seasoned executioner of the Journeyman Protectorate, died picking up her first bounty.

The target needed to be brought in alive. But Katagine could feel the itch to kill bubbling under her skin. In the split second before survival or death, she would not hesitate to pierce a heart, snap a neck, shatter a skull. In fact her favorite way to execute was-

Katagine was ripped out of her thoughts by the sound of blaster fire. She instinctively ducked down until she spotted her target in a group of panicked RSF. Hours ago, she had kicked out the window from where she sat on her haunches, so the fledgling bounty hunter activated her jet pack. As a hawk would surprise their prey, she planned to bewilder him and then snatch him like a rabbit from a nest. If I'm in a good mood, Cyar'ika, I won't kill you, she thought.

And with that, she shot into the air, legs together like a diver, heading directly towards her RSF mark.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Be Challenged.
Location: Main admin Control
Objective A:
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"], Kelon Amadis, [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Post: 11/20


Ben rounded on him, a nod came first showing some mutual respect. What he didn’t know is, that not his will or wish, the challenge was the why for what happened next. In that moment Kylath stopped acting the soldier and became the Sith he was always going to be, the triggers were there he had just needed someone to fire them, Ben was the one that finally had.

“Do, don’t talk.” Amadis said bluntly, walking not five feet away from Watts. He hadn’t made any offensive act, however his own saber was in both hands, held vertical and braced against his body, legs bending slightly in a half step stance. His rifle was thrown to the floor. That was the trouble when two acolytes were set on a mission, and one demanded something of the other, they hadn’t earned that right. Ben hadn’t earned the right for command over Kylath, they had a mission to do. In stating otherwise so overtly, he’d have to take it, if he could.

Kelon:

As for Kylath’s friend, the big man laughed and just got to looting as always, dead or alive who cared. Ben could kill his half brother and it’d be all the same to Kelon, he’d be doing the man a favour as his own powerbase within their weapons company would grow. “Aim high.” Kelon offered advice, the Sith Raider thoroughly entertained by the prospect, leaning back to watch on one of the consoles checking over his tech glove, arms crossed as always. Kylath resisted the urge to glare at his half brother, keeping his attention firmly fixed on Ben’s next move, and you could see a braced stance forming on Kylath, Ataru readying itself.

Shouldn’t discount Kelon however, if he saw the prospect to gain, two dead acolytes, another 25% of FFE and a facility here all his own, he’d certainly take it. However unlike the others that seemed keen to come to blows, he didn’t want to have to explain to a Sith Lord why they’d killed each other rather than focus on the mission at hand, self preservation much more important to the larger zeltrix!

@Open for Any Lord/Knight wanting to intercede.

OOC:

Spoiler

Skipping Kelon, if they do duel we’ll need the 9 remaining posts. I’ll only ever post with one at a time if we go forward.

Gear:

Spoiler

Duraplast 769th Armor - Single Saber (Hands) - FFE Jacknife Pistol (Hip) - MRS-1 Modular Rifle (On ground) - Vibroknife (Back)

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=7/20]​

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: Planetside
Allies: None
Enemies: There are always enemies…

Melori races through the building down filthy corridors crammed with discarded goods. She meets no one. Terrorist hied-outs are not crowded. Togorians are known for their aggressive natures. If too many of them are in one place, fights break out. They have no discipline. Only greed.

She pauses just outside the opening to the one room where noise emanates from. She has moved so quietly that no one has heard her approach. When she’s in attack mode, she is nothing more than a shadow.

The room is even more cluttered than the loading bay. Through the dim light she sees discarded cartons, their contents flung on the floor. Items the terrorists did not think valuable enough to paw through: console boards, clothing, survival gear. Swinging from chains overhead in gruesome decoration are giant cages filled with creatures who gape at her, wild-eyed. She realises that they've been stuffed, their expressions frozen at the moment of their deaths. She see surprise, horror, pain, rage.

If only there were a few Jedi among them.

This time there are four targets. She can smell them as well as see them. The Togorians are intently watching the console, where a fierce-looking terrorist is reporting back from a reconnaissance mission. His fur is elaborately braided and ornamented with glittering objects.

One of the Togorians appears to be the captain. He wears a necklace of skulls from various beings. Melori waits, listening…

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member='Kylath Connar Amadis']

Mission: Be Challenged.

In what way, exactly?

Location: Par'ediin, Financial District, RSF Station
Objective: Corner Rats Initiative
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkD6GxKY5z0&index=3&list=PLCF1B9315500F5554

5/20 (You can stop blazing it, now)

He landed on the roof and tried to hide his hover pad underneath a tarp. Thunder sounded across the heavens, heralding the cracking whip of change upon this city. He needed to get inside soon. Foom! went his light saber as he activated it. He carefully slid it inside the door and carved the door off. He started from the top and then worked down the sides. That way, the top would be the least hot when he tried to lower the door down to the ground. Rain started pouring down in droves as he finished with the door. His lightsaber started hissing like an angered snake for a second before he quickly turned it off. The rain sizzled against the heated metal, which helped as he strained to stealthily place it on the ground. It was at this time Jack wished he had a more Force training. The door would have been easier to handle.

He headed inside and went down a flight of stairs. He must not have been paying attention when coming up to the building, for it was surprising that all of the lights were off. Every floor he visited was dark. However, he could surely hear the sounds of men gathering and murmuring down below him. Some serious stuff must have been going down across the city for the RSF to try and make it look like no one's home. Cornered Rats seemed to be more dangerous at the moment...but, more exposed. He got to the second floor and found an armory. A few slashes of his light saber and he was inside the secured armory's thick metal screened window. He started looting for as many grenades as he could find. Only the non-lethal stuff was available, but that would work just fine. He filled a strap pack with 5 grenades and he took a riot mask for safe measure.

He crept as stealthily as he could downstairs and through the hall until he was outside the closed doors of the briefing room. It must have been crowded and hot in there. These guys must have been scared witless by whatever was happening throughout the city. He was right outside the door and he cracked it slowly...slowly until there was enough space to throw. It was at this time that his stolen comm decided to go haywire with reports and comm chatter flooding in from around the city...

 

[Ben Watts]

Mission: Demonstrate Power
Location: Main Admin Control
Objective A
Allies: Woops.....
Enemies: [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"], Kelon Amadis
Post 5/20 I think

The one good thing about his new rank was the fact that no one knew who he was. The boy in front of him did not truly know his power, he did not know that he had once been the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, that he was a legendary practitioner of Soresu, or his ability to use Battle Precognition perfectly. He would, of course, learn soon enough. He felt somewhat bad about the fact that it had come to this, he would have preferred if Kylath had chosen to work with him, he could have taught him a few tricks. But in true Sith fashion his ego could not be conquered so easily.


He had done it many times before and now was no different. His eyes snapped shut for just a moment as the force completely absorbed itself into Ben. His eyes snapped open and he was battle ready, he did not see as others saw, he saw what the force wanted him to see and felt what it wanted him to feel. Battle Precognition was no easy skill to learn, it required intense concentration, but done correctly he could predict the battle. Well, the force predicted it, his body just reacted to everything. "You will lose this encounter," Ben said casually as his lightsaber ignited and his blue blade shot out of the hilt and the buzz of the lightsaber filled the room. "But I shall honor your memory. The world will know if your courage." Ben meant the words, he did not mean to run the boys name through the mud.

Ben shot his hand out and quickly ripped a large chunk of the terminal that was beside him out of the wall. With quick speed he threw the large mass of metal towards Kylath and followed with amazing speed behind it. Twirling his lightsaber before the attack, he brought his saber down, and he would unleash a flurry of attacks to slowly tire the boy out. To him they would be powerful, but for Ben his technique was flawless, he knew exactly where to place his lightsaber so that the person on defense had to exert much more effort than the person on offense. Awkward positions like at the shoulder near the neck, attacks at the hips, and they all came in extremely quickly forcing constant changes to the position of his enemies lightsaber.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Location: Small Town North Par'ediin
Objective: Flush out resistance, connect with a supercell storm without dying
Allies: Sith - open, Holler
Enemies: Anyone else?

A small troop of Sage Bane's men surrounded the rebellious teen and his apprentice. She was permitted to go on this mission only if she agreed to these escorts, a.k.a who she dubbed as her babysitters. She didn't know their real names but she gave them nicknames.

"Stache, you gotta lighten up a bit. Have a drink. I won't tell Sage," she offered her infamous Kinsey smile - the one that made powerful sith lords melt at the knees. The man's handlebar mustache seemed to twitch. She certainly didn't miss the nervous gulp slide down the outside of his throat.

"Orders are orders, Miss," he squeaked a little on that last word.

Blue-eyes rolled as a mischievous grin overtook her award winning smile. "Bad weather's coming. Maybe we'll use that to flush out the resistance."

The nervous man seemed to relax considerably once the flirtatious apprentice's attentions were elsewhere, like on the actual mission. With the darkside, she reached forward with the force, testing the waters of the coming storm....the coming tension. She frowned thinking of Darius. A twinge of doubt wormed its way into her conscious. But it wasn't enough to stop her actions. Not yet...

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Par'ediin, RSF Station
Objective: Clean the rats out of the corner
6/20

Grenades. Grenades. ALL OF THE GRENADES! Jack quickly started pulling pins and chucking smoke, tear and flashbangs inside the room. Shouts of surprise, anger and shock burst forth and melded with the rhythm of grenades going off one after the other. After the symphony of chaos was reduced to just the voices and coughs of the men inside, he put on his riot mask and went inside. The riot mask activated with a ping and it protected him from the gas. The simple electronic suite provided a baseline target outline system which allowed him to depict the shapes of sentient movement. His light saber activated and he went to work. It was well-lit inside the room, but the men were choking, tearing up and blinded by the grenades.

He swung left and right, cleaving through chairs and defenseless men. Whenever someone, usually a person who had been in the corner, seemed to be better off than the others and tried to aim a weapon at him, he would duck down into the now waist high cloud of smoke, rush to them, and kill them. Inside the mask, his face was still passive. He was doing this to be rewarded. These men and women were nothing to him. He was but a tool. He stumbled over the dead bodies and continued to slice and kill everything that moved until all was still. Maybe one of them was playing dead, but that didn't matter. He was going to burn this place to the ground.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective – B (Apply Terror Tactics in a Shadow War with the RSF)
Location: Airspace above Roxuli
Allies – One Sith
Enemies – Everyone Else
Post - [5/20]

Konrad satisfied in his efforts in the shadow war with the RSF, decided to move on to other matters. He was a busy man with many responsibilities after all. He had done his job and now it was simply time for him to leave. Though Konrad had to admit, it was one of his less interesting assignments as he had to watch the impact of his swamp gas attack on the news rather than seeing it in person. Witnessing his victims suffer was a part of the thrill of war for Konrad.

Although Konrad was withdrawing to pursue something that would better quench his bloodlust, he was not an ungrateful visitor and had a left a 'gift' for his host. His 'gift' was a highly skilled slicer named Dietrich Klein whom he had hired for fee of cr 100 000 to launch cyberterrorism attacks against the planet. If Klein did not perform to Korand's standards and made him look as if he was an poor guest, Konrad would ensure the slicer will refund him - with his life.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=8/20]​

Objective: Getting into the groove..
Location: Planetside
Allies: None
Enemies: There are always enemies…

"I'm telling you, there's no one on around!" the terrorist onscreen roars angrily. "Of course we searched, we're not fools!"

The Togorian in charge appears to be thinking. "All right, idiot," he growls finally. “Return to base. The bay is still open. If you do find anyone lurking around, kill them. "

He cuts the communication.

Which was Melori’s cue. Everything in the bridge fades to grey — the screens, consoles, cages, open containers, discarded food. They are only obstacles or objects to be used, background to her targets. Even while the terrorists have been speaking, her mind has been strategising. Now she will move without thought, kill without mercy. And she will do it faster than those lumbering Togorians can take a breath.

She is in the room and has dispatched the first target before the others are even aware of her presence. He goes down without a cry, the victim of a ceiling-to-floor sweep from her lightsaber that cuts him in two.

The thud of his massive body hitting the floor alerts the others. The leader turns and sees Melori. Roaring, he bares his fangs.

"Prepare to die, scum," he screams, reaching down and coming up with a vibro-axe in each hand.

She shakes her head, clearly not impressed. Why do her opponents announce their intentions with threats and taunts? Do they really think they can intimidate her? She never speaks in a battle. It is a waste of energy. She prefers to concentrate on the joy of killing.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective – B (Apply Terror Tactics in a Shadow War with the RSF - Cyberterrorism)
Location: In his apartment at Coruscant
Allies – N/A
Enemies – Everyone Else
Post - [6/20]

Dietrich took a sip of tea, at his desk – a safe distance away from Roxuli in his apartment at Courscant, the headquarters of his operations. Dietrich sat in front of his computer concentrating on one of the many monitors.

//Gaining Access… //

3%...8%...16%...28%...39%....59%...71%...92%...100%

//Access Granted//

Dietrich had gained access into the government’s servers. Whatever was their’s was now also his. To Dietrich’s delight, there were sever battledroids on the street after the trouble that the One Sith has caused. With a few taps of his fingers, Dietrich had the battledroids shooting indiscriminately at the civilians. Not even the children were to be spared. The battledroids were not to stop their assault unless disabled by force or if Dietrich gave the orders to. The latter was not going to happen so there was only one course of action the law enforcers of Roxuli could take. Dietrich took a few more minutes to admire his work before switching to the next monitor to continue with his cyberterrorism.

 

[Caelia Lamora]

2/20​

Objective: B (apply terror tactics in a shadow war with the RSF)
Location: Roxuli, UpperHab
Allies: [member="Katagine Orar"] , One Sith
Enemies: Everyone else

The rest of the quick march back towards the rendezvous point went pretty smoothly. All three squads of Flux's fifth platoon were accounted for. So far, no casualties. He knew this wasn't going to be an open battle, and they had't expected heavy casualties. Still, it was good to know no one had been hurt.

"Woah, what was that" one of the other privates in his squad suddenly called out. They all dropped down, pointing their rifles at their surroundings as they looked around for whatever he had spotted. "Keep it down, Loran!" their sergeant urged in a hushed tone. You could practically feel the piercing glare behind the visors of his helmet. Private Loran wasn't quite up to date with the terminology; stealth was a concept lost on him. Just because they had joined up with the rest didn't mean they suddenly would go loud.

"I heard it too" Aeon chimed in, though he kept his voice low. "Do we check it out?" Loran asked. To Aeon it had sounded like jetpacks, or some kind of gas being released at a high velocity. "We have our mission. Prepare to blow charges." Sergeant Rost ordered. Whatever it was, it wasn't their concern. It was time to open the presents. "Fire it up!" after making sure the demolitions people had their hands on the triggers, the order was given.

A cacophony of explosions was unleashed, lighting up the night sky. He wasn't entirely sure what they were blowing up. There was some strange architecture involved. It was a monument, in honour of some great historic event on Roxuli. It didn't hold any military value. All he knew was that it mattered to the population, and that was why it had to go down. It was believed the detonation of this monument and its surrounding buildings would strike fear into the people. He didn't know the grand plan, but it was one step on the path to seeing Roxuli fall into OS hands. Aeon figured it was just as good. He'd rather take out one big building, and maybe have the rest surrender in fear of another series of attacks, instead of being stuck on this planet in a long, drawn-out conflict. Maybe at this rate he'd be out of here by the end of the month.

 

[Armand Temi]

5/20
Objective: B (capture bounty on member of the RSF)
Location: Roxuli, UpperHab
Allies or Enemies: [member="Aeon Dyson"]

When the explosions went off right around her, the blow-back pushed Katagine off course. Her jetpack could do very little to stop the momentum. As she was thrown back, she pedalled her feet, trying to stop the force of it before she slammed into a nearby building. But just in time, the stone and durasteel that she was heading towards also crumbled from a controlled demolition. It was hurried and sloppy, signaling that this was no renovation of a neighborhood to make room for luxury condos. This was likely an attack, done quickly and with enough precision to get the job done.

But just who was attacking Roxuli? Katagine was finally able to right herself, and with her jetpack, she swooped up and then down again to the street on the perimeter of the explosion. With her wrist launchers at the ready, she didn't wait until the smoke and dust cleared to begin looking for her target again and these specific assailiants. The very next person I see is going to get a rocket to the face, she thought.

Up the street, she thought she could hear commands being shouted as though a group of militia had swarmed in. She assumed these were just rebels. Katagine had no idea that the powerful army of the One Sith was systematically conquering the planet, one Upperhab block at a time.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Par'ediin, RSF Station
Objective: BURN IT TO THE GROUND TONIGHT!
7/20

He rushed out of the room and tried to think up a way to burn this place down. His lightsaber could start a flame, but it couldn't sustain one, especially since he was going to want to be far away from it when it blazed fully. He didn't know how to create or manipulate fire, so that was out of the question. Think, think, think! What could cause an explosion around here?...Then, he remembered something that does blow up quite well and should be plentiful around a law and order station. Speeders!

He rushed outside and looked around. No speeders were parked right out front. He guessed this was for the sake of discretion. A little further down the street were some parked speeders. The added distance would only be a minor setback. He tried to grasp a hold on the Force once more like he had been taught. He could feel every inch of the four seater speeder as he lifted it up in the air. This required most of his concentration, as this subject matter was still quite new to him. It might have also been the case that he just didn't have an affinity for core force powers. But, he'd find out eventually.

He centered the massive projectile. He tried to psych himself up and become highly determined. He jumped in the air and twisted his body as he yelled and forced the speeder to go crashing at high speed into the front of the building. He landed awkwardly and fell to the ground as shrapnel whizzed around the front of the building. It had been stronger than he had imagined. The speeder careened through the front of the building and deep inside the central hallway on the first floor.

He got up and excitedly looked at his handiwork...only to remember that his hover pad was on top of the roof....The pouring rain did nothing to lighten his now sour mood.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Stay Alive or Get Grandmasterplasted
Location: Main Admin Control
Objective A
Enemies: [member="Ben Watts"], Kelon Amadis
Posts: 12/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_3u2uFEuRQ​

One saving grace was his legs were braced, he’d seen Ben move earlier and knew some of what was about to come, studying each blow again with respect. Pushing off backward Ataru style, his legs came high protectively, colliding the beam against the oncoming metal chunk to receive splintering shards to the 769th’s armor. Singing his weapon down to meet Watts. Ataru gave him some speed, spin, rotations but none of the seasoned endurance needed to last.

Little defense in Ataru, it was all offense, moving everything at once, he was spinning up and over Ben no doubt as he continued his welltrained onslaught. Though rather than walking back and taking it, Ben would find Amadis attacking back, flourishes of the beam rather than careful timing as each saber met the other, one two three hits, Kylath struggling to try and find room to make them. In this he was obviously outmatched, and one of Ben’s hits collided well with Kylath’s chest piece, duraplast scarring upwards from the opening Soresu flourish.

Knocking the Sith Soldier to the floor, Ataru often relied on a quick overpowering of your opponent. So toward the end of the initial flourish, sweat had began to form on the young man’s forehead, and youthful emotion bit down into an extension of his martial arts. Elbow Lock, Kylath attempted to grip Ben’s elbow through the force, pull it one way and then leaping up, struck back the other way at a full bodied spin, throwing himself toward his opponents weapon. In this he was attacking the wrist or elbow not the man. A mixing of inertia’s, twisting the elbow down if successful, and attacking the wrist upward. Ben had a lot of ground on him as a duelist, Kylath was trying to take that favored duelling hand, something a soresu duelist might know well, only it was done as a martial artist would, looking for a clean disabling break.

Kelon:
Ducked as a console was thrown, stroking his ample beard, waiting for a possible opening should chance present one or better yet both of them, only pretending not to, as he looked over his tech glove, its fingers sparking.