Dominion Dawn Of A New Day: BotM Dominion of Najra-Va

[Talon Kyber]

THE AKKADESE
NIHIL BASESHIP
NAJRA-VA​

"Show me everything."

Talon stroked the PATH engine fondly. Dark science may have unlocked its ancient secrets, but his crews had provided the fodder for initial tests. Not all of them had returned. Blood to fuel the cause. This was his legacy. While their traditions lived on in the outer reaches few were bold and cruel enough to walk in the Nihil's footsteps. War against the galaxy. He wanted to burn it all down.

"I do hope I'm not interrupting."

He struggled against a compulsion to eviscerate the frail little givin with his force pike. Cold reason prevailed. Vul Asar was the captain's personal surgeon and his talents went far beyond providing basic first aid or medical consultation. Although something of a slave himself for Kyber had conscripted the creature at blaster point, Doctor Asar found their 'arrangement' highly amenable just so long as the crew tolerated his grisly research.

"Speak."

"You are aware of course I have been consulting with the lord Tu'teggacha on cost effective procedures for rendering our labor stock more pliant..."

Offering a few grunts of acknowledgment here and there Talon endured the givin's lecture on how a prefrontal cortex could vary from species to species. These too frequent 'conversations' always ended the same; more test subjects. Flesh was cheap out here beyond known space if you knew where to find it. Few could track prey across the stars like Captain Kyber.

"Whatever you need, doc. Now burn out of here full sublight before I bleed you slow."

There was more for him to see of course. A ship like the Akkadese required near constant oversight especially among a crew of murderers and thieves. Kyber's armada formed part of a loose confederation between raiders either faithful to or looking to profit off the heathen priests. They were loyal to one another as much as pirates could be. Alliances were beginning to take shape and rivalries ignite. While their delving citadels and asteroid labor camps could not rival neo-Imperial manufacturing the great horde's overseers provided more than their fair share of raw material.

"What do the fates have to say?" his quartermaster Pharos asked when he returned to the bridge's shipwreck throne, "Shall we make ready to depart once the last crystals are offloaded?"

"Break out a few dozen casks of novanian grog and tell the cooks to toss some banthas on the spit. We're holding anchor awhile."

 

[Derix Tirall]

Objective 2: The World Is Yours
Resurrection Class Battlecruiser ‘Magnus’
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Operation: FINAL DAWN
Tags: Marlon Sularen | Aldo Garrick
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"The destruction of a world hardly classifies an engineering project as wasted" The High Regent's eyes landed on Sularen solely. There was no contempt or even spite in his voice, once again he spoke with compassion. And considering what he conspired to do to the galaxy, he seemed to have a lot of it. He tugged slightly at his pure white uniform which, unlike the Admirals, bore no ordinary signs of his rank.

"I do however, understand your concern. A victory at Cssila will forever change the galaxy in a way that even Brokellia could not. Corellia was healed, Csslia will never be" He let the onimus words hang in the air.

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[Aldo Garrick]

Objective 2: The World Is Yours
Resurrection Class Battlecruiser ‘Magnus’
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Operation: FINAL DAWN
Tags: Derix Tirall | Marlon Sularen​

The Sith Admiral let his hands rest behind his back as he stepped forward toward the view port just a few short steps away from the Grand Overseer Marlon Sularen and High Regent Derix Tirall , "Csilla was just the beginning. I agree that the amount of resources utilized in the creation of PK-1 Mercy was a taxing enterprise, yet the benefits have already outweighed the cost." Turning to his superiors the Sith cultist raised his hand, "There is outright panic spreading throughout the galaxy, the Death Cults inspired by the Brotherhood have begun to take matters into their own hands spreading the vile word of those decrepit heretics and their misguided flock. Destabilization caused by the after effects of billions snuffed out in an instant. Fear. Fear is spreading throughout the galaxy."

Lowering his hand, Admiral Garrick let a coy smile break free from his cold military facade, "The largest military force within the Unknown Regions has been effectively shattered by our hands. The combined militaries of the strongest nations in the galaxy banded together and failed to stop us despite outnumbering the assets within the Brotherhood of the Maw three to one. We have weathered the gauntlet and proven ourselves worthy of what is to come. The only logical response would to build something without the inherit flaws of it's predecessor and utilize on a target far more deserving of it's destructive capability. Something in the Core Worlds, something that would cause another Dark Age."

"Then the Final Dawn could truly rise above the fallen galaxy in triumph."

He straightened his posture and shifted his shoulders, "Of course, it is not my position to determine as such. Whatever your will is will be done. Just say the word. Increasing our armada is paramount to our spread as a military junta throughout the Unknown Regions as well, we need a firm hand to keep the neighboring systems in line as we harvest the galaxy's young in construction of our grand armies."

 

[Eldervine]

"Partly words from those of flesh." An oppressive darkness, a shadow beyond that even of the Sith, erupted as a new being made themselves known. A mass of vines and plantlife rose from the ground, twisting into a near human shape. A shark tooth grin, perhaps the most humanoid of the figures form, stood out starkly against the writhing mass of plant and leaf. It turned it's head towards the two. Darth Solipsis and Irratar Hemstagon . Figures it did not need to turn it's head to see, but simply did so so they might better understand it's acknowledgement of the pair.

"Give to us these sacrifices so the Mass might grow further. We've much knowledge from ages past, but to learn the now we must feed on those of the present. You gain your token of trust, and we gain further intelligence."

 

[Irratar Hemstagon]

Participants: Darth Solipsis Eldervine

His eyes reach high, to the level of the seemingly unrecognized abomination. A miscreation of life and death; Shaped in a million forms as it sails through the ages. Irratar Hemstagon 's eyebrows narrow, as his lungs fill with air. Both participants could sense the amazement of the noble corsair warlord, hidden behind his rather sharp posture. He keeps his gaze for several seconds to pass, on the Eldervine. To him, to any who embraces the Athysian Shadow Creed, such creatures were perceived as Fossian spawns. Amalgamations of life, the Athysian Ancient One left behind, before she was captured deep in the void. Masterless, aimless, her demons were casted away from creation, with every one perishing a major blow to their kin. Such creatures worshipped by Athysian Druids since eons ago. The warlord stared down the creature, before offering a slight bow of the head. A sign of respect he did not spare for the Dark Lord he encountered mere minutes ago. His eyes fiery, as he tilted his head tall, looking at the magnificent, to him, demon. He saw much in it. And yet; Fear was not one of them...