Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
In Scene: [member="Tai Fa"]
Post 3

Someone is putting pressure on him. Kith frowned ever so slightly over the edge of her teacup, the expression only briefly ghosting across her face. When he asked however, if she had any other questions, she started to shake her head, then stopped, eyes distant for a moment before.

"If someone is willing to pressure him, I have no doubts that they will be.... displeased.... by our investigation." It was a statement, not a question. Though it led to one a moment later.

"What level of collateral damage to you expect, and what level will you accept? The same for defensive measures."

She didn't suspect that someone would be disappointed and possibly respond with violence. She assumed that would be the case. She neither relished the thought nor shied away from it. The way she said it was simply for clarification. If he said that none was acceptable, she would work within those parameters. But she wanted the expectations clear and out of the way before they left this office.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: Move along, move along
Allies: [member="Red Cloud"], [member="Anya Loma"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: [member="Neesa"]

Dax looked back at the woman and smiled back, lazily reloading his slugthrower. "Not a thing." he agreed. With that he began to move through the bodies, occasionally nudging one or two that didn't seem dead enough, only to be proved wrong. "Let's keep going." The tunnels kept winding down, deeper into the asteroid. Dax couldn't help but wonder who or what created.

 

[Red Cloud]

Location: Velok’s Maw
[member='Dax Fyre'], [member='taeli raaf'], [member='Anya Loma'], [member='Neesa']

As soon as all of the cultists were cleared out, the young Vanguard would continue forward in front of the group. He walked from the hallway to a more wide room. Red Cloud felt a burning sensation in the back of his head. It was familiar to him, he felt it often in times of danger. He called it his hunter’s sense but to everyone else, it was clearly the force. He dashed to the side just in time as a crimson streak waved by, barely missing. It was another cultist, but this one was stronger in the force and equipped with the typical red lightsaber. He must have been one of the leaders of the cultists here, or at least high ranking. His attire was more elaborate than the other cultists.

The cultist leader took another swing at Red Cloud ,who hopped backwards, managing to dodge again. Yes, this one would provide a more suitable hunt. The Vanguard tossed his HAS-50 aside and drew his twin Electro-Vibro Blades from the sheaths on his back. “Don’t get involved, this one is mine” he called out to the group. He was serious, all the other cultists were disappointing. Fodder at best. He needed at least one test all to himself before he left this asteroid. Red Cloud and the Cultist Leader clashed back and forth, there were close calls on either side. But then the cultist summoned the force, hurling his hand towards Red Cloud as an invisible force pushed him backwards.

Red Cloud slid backwards on his heels, a smaller person would’ve been put on their ass, but not Red Cloud. But the move did create a nice opening for the cultist to rush Red Cloud and thrust his lightsaber forwards, intending to drive it through Red Cloud’s chest. Somehow, Red Cloud was able to shift all his weight fast enough to move his body to the side and out of the way just as the blade of the lightsaber drove through the air. The strike missed, going in between his body and left arms. A narrow miss, narrow enough for Red Cloud to easily grab onto the leader’s arm with both of his left arms. Dropping one of his blades in order to do so.

He grasped the cultist’s arm tight and yanked him towards him and into his other blade, impaling the cult leader and ending his life. All in all, the battle didn't take too long. But it was intense. Anyone gifted enough to see, would notice that the force was surprisingly strong with Red Cloud. Though he didn’t seem to have any training or even know that he was force sensitive. Red Cloud bent his massive body over to pick up the cultist’s red lightsaber. He examined it for a moment before mumbling, “A fine trophy”. It was the first time he had seen one up close, much less actually handling one. He would then stand and pick up his blade and HAS-50 before rejoining the group.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Location: The Dead Space Graveyard
Objective: Accompany [member="Loto Afu"]
Post: 2

"Copy that Afu, let's check her out." Leo responded, bringing The Kathol's Dishonour in formation with Loto's small fleet as they eased round to investigate the salvage craft. Leo opened up the scans of the ship, a modified GS-100 had magna-locked to the ship, seemingly dead and inactive, but it was always good to take precaution. He opened up the comm channel once again, "So, what do we have hear? A modified Transdoshan come to pick up the scraps, see's the GA and TKO is here so he plays dead?" He would ponder over the communications channel.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
Post #4

Now that was the million credit question was it not?

Silence reigned between the two of them as Lord Fa ran the numbers in his head and mulled it over. Contrary to popular belief the bird did not actually mind violence whatsoever. As long as it was focused, contained and not drawn out over a long period of time. It had to be so overwhelming, so concentrated and fast that it would be over in the blink of time and your opponents were left overwhelmed. This way you were entirely sure that more violence would not be necessary. As long as you were graceful about your victory... problems usually solved themselves.

"Contained. Skor II is of value to us - leaving a trail of civilian bodies behind us will make things... complicated with their government." To a certain degree they would probably be willing to cover up a lot, if it meant the recovery of these contracts.

But that was the issue with covering things up.

Too many people in the know and a whole lot of risks that your reputation would be wrecked in the aftermath.

"Self-defense is another story, of course."

The Thirriken was a cautious individual. He did not enjoy killing and slaughtering just for the hell of it. There needed to be a purpose behind it, a design, a contained solution for a complicated problem. Otherwise they were no better than the Zambranos and their ilk, disgusting individuals who had made slaughter and genocide into the hallmarks of their achievements.

He would watch with joy the day when all that they had build collapsed around them.

 

[Ultimatum]

Skor II Trade Center

As the Sovereignty exited hyperspace, Ultimatum was struck with the oddity of the planet's color. Most words inhabited by organics tended to have a more colorful appearance, this blank white world seemed to fit into a less appealing description. At the same time, Ultimatum had found that organics were complex creatures and often contradictory. Whatever the reason, it was a good choice for the droid. So close to Mustafar that it would be easy to maintain a presence on the world.

"Hold outside the atmosphere, I'll take a shuttle to the surface and conduct negotiations before any work is to be done." The artificial paused, "Check on Vanguard while I am down there. The data I have received points to no serious problems, but should the situation evolve I want backup sent her direction immediately."

Beginning to walk down towards the hangar, but halted and sent a message to the bridge to be sent to Legion back on Mustafar. "Legion, update me on Scorpio's condition." Then he continued marching, knowing that he could trust in his compatriots to accomplish what he had given them. His allies were carefully chosen and he believed in them. With the exception of the Vanguard, they had each proven themselves in the past. Legion was a creation who had remained with Ultimatum despite having died for the droid two or three times over the course of their knowing each other. Scorpio was still a wild card and far beyond the younger AI's full comprehension. The Vanguard had been carefully chosen for her position of command by Legion. Finally the thousands of soldiers that had volunteered and joined Ultimatum's various exploits were all well trained and had been tested to be loyal on many an occasion.

Ultimatum had only just reached the small shuttle when a reply returned from Mustafar, "Sir, Scorpio program has not yet attempted any escape from its restraints. Report indicates heavy calculation in process. Will update as necessary." After reading it the droid stepped aboard the transport and settled in for the flight.

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Polis Massa Dead Space Graveyard

Audrey stood at the bridge of the new craft. The leader of Ultimatum's military forces was disappointed with mission she had been given. She had been a warrior, defending Mustafar and her people for decades and now she was playing the scavenger. She had been sent to collect metals and what ships could be salvaged, hoping for some design to take advantage of. The droid had told her to not worry overly much about designs, as the materials collected would be more than enough to make up for the fuel used.

She truly detested this work, there were others better suited to collecting rusting metal. Her expertise was and always would be in combat, she didn't pretend to be anything more than a warrior, a defender. This asteroid field promised no true threat for her to face. Aboard this massive freighter it would not have been possible to truly face any ships in a real fight. Ultimatum's lackey, Legion, would have been far more useful for this mission. She was completely reliant on the calculations of various crew members on the value of pieces of scrap, she did not appreciate being so vulnerable and reliant.

She just hoped this would be over soon.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Dax Fyre"]
Post 3

She gave a laugh as she moved with him, occasionally stabbing down into a cultist that didn't seem to die, and every so often she sliced one down quickly...though she had a rather bored look whike doing so

yaaaaaawn where's the fun in this, all I gotta do is star and occasionally swipe...this is like a bad hologame

She joked as she couldn't help.but smirk

[member="Red Cloud"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: Deeper into the dark
Allies: @Anya Lone, [member="Red Cloud"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: @Neesa

Dax couldn't help but laugh himself. He had to say having the big man around with his big gun certainly made life much easier than it would've been without him...besides, the cultists didn't seem to have much combat expierence. "I'd take an easy opponent over getting hacked to pieces any day of the week. Careful what you wish for." he said as he proceeded down the tunnel.

The orange glow of his saber gleamed over the rock as they continued. The deeper they went, the more palpable the sense of foreboding was. The man didn't quite feel like joking around anymore. The tunnel finally emptied into a cavern, a singular table in the center, several different weapons strewn across it. Ancient looking swords and daggers, vials of what the man would've guess were some sort of poison. And a single metal tube, wood encasing it.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
In Scene: [member="Tai Fa"]
Post 4

Kith took no enjoyment in violence. But it didn't particularly bother her either. She was adaptable with logistics and the needs of the moment. Finishing her tea, she set the cup carefully on the desk before looking back up at him with that impassive expression.

She had no further questions, so she simply nodded to indicate that she understood and accepted those parameters. She was ready to leave whenever he was. Kith was a patient woman, but once she knew what was needed, well, better not to wait longer than necessary.

The nod was sufficient to convey what she needed to. She stood when Tai Fa did, and followed him from the office.

There was no idle chatter from the woman as they moved through the complex. If he asked a question, she would answer, but otherwise, Kith was not prone to casual chit-chat. Eyes and feet had memorized the path from the Hangars when she had arrived the first day, so her tread was even with his. If his title, either as royalty or as a Sith altered her behavior in any way, it was too subtle for someone who did not know her well to see.

They stepped into the hangars, rows of ships neatly organized. The shuttle that had brought her here was visible on the far end, but they would not be taking that one. Lord Tai Fa has his own preferred transportation.

 

[Ellya]

Polis Massa Medical Complex and Archives​

[ 28 ]​

I'm back​

​

The crates contained a ton of things, all of which the blind girl tried her best not to step on when she slowly walked away from the crates. The path was now full of things again, but this time those things were the very same she'd just taken out. Seeyeh was already making a way out for her, but she did try to sharpen her senses and do her best at moving away from the mess.

"I'm done," the girl said.

The woman was obviously happy. She'd done all she had to do to the vials, so the timing was perfect. "Oh thank you so much! If you could now just get these few papers to section A of the complex, everything would be golden."

Oh wow, moving things from one side of the place to another again. How glorious.

"What are they for?" the blind girl wanted to know. She wouldn't do useless work anymore -- if they were not important or could have been transported by somebody else, she wouldn't waste her time.

"They're for the archives. Medical details of Viatori illnesses, particularly blindness."

Viatori ilnesses? Blindness? Something crazy was going on, Ellya could feel that.

 

[Choli Vyn]

|27|
[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Choli gave a small flinch at the stranger coming beside her, his cybernetic arm curling around her waist and helping her along. It wasn't in fright as much as feeling startled. At this distance her hair had a mind of it's own, the thick strands fanning as they swayed, clinging to whatever they could find. His chest, his chin, the metal of his arm.

A protest arose in her mouth as if she would say she was fine. However, the movement at the corner of her eye near another set of medical cots trapped it before she could utter it.

"Fine." she breathed out, bracing herself against him as he guided her along.

Her eyes shifted into a stormy hue of gray. Determination. Now to find out just where they were.

"Where is the hanger?" she managed to ask, the pair crossing the threshold towards another corridor.

 

[Chloe Blake]

Dead Space Graveyard | [28] | [member="Judah Dashiell"]

Betty and Chloe were immersed in the middle of changing over into her salvaging gear. This would require her to shift into a space suit that allowed her to work the cutter and her tools.

Unbeknownst to her [member="Judah Dashiell"]'s freighter, the Siren's Song would soon be near enough to pick up the small blip that would indicate another ship nearby.

A closer inspection and a read of the transponder codes would reveal it to be the Aurora, the ship that was the mobile home of one whimsical Corellian blonde.

"Alright, Betty..." Chloe huffed out, grabbing a hair tie and starting to thread the thick blonde mass into a make-shift pony tail at the nape of her neck.

"Need you to keep an eye out."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

"Huh? Oh right."

Trextan could have replied instantly, but that would have required admitting he wasn't quite sure. He was still frustrated at himself, but somehow he'd ended up swept up in this girl's own personal quest.

Now I came in through the emergency department which was next to the two hangars, then through the ward and...

He adjusted his grip on Choli as an excuse to slow his pace as they approached the turn. He tried to ignore the tickle of hair across his shoulder.

"This way, towards the turbo lifts." He said firmly, taking them towards the left. "What were you in for?" He asked, hoping he wasn't taking some girl with a fatal condition.

 

[Choli Vyn]

|29|
[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

The heat of his cybernetic arm didn't register for Choli. Nor did his state of undress bother her. The Lieutenant Commander might be young, but she had a couple of years under her belt in the Galactic Alliance Navy. Carrier refreshers and double occupancy cabins along with Squadron Locker rooms left little to the imagination for her to really care.

A grunt and a grimace traced her lips as they slowed. The sensation was coming back to her legs, the slight pins and needles feeling fading away. Where Trextan had used the excuse to slow down, Choli stubbornly attempted to speed up. It resulted in an awkward few stumbling steps for the pair, her hair swinging back and forth as it flanked her olive face.

"Doesn't matter." she chirped out through tight teeth, the dark slash of her brows angling down. It was hard for her to simply answer that, her expression suggesting that whatever it was, it troubled her. From a glance, one could gather the bruises on her wrists and her ankles. A few yellow-green ones decorated her collar. Some were old, perhaps a few weeks? Her head rose, eyes scanning for signs and any more nurses or medics that would end their little escape.

"What do they have in there?' She side stepped along as he tightened his grip on her hip, moving her along. A half thought came in the awareness that she was likely hurting him by leaning so close. Those red welts and all. An after thought along with her hardheadedness in the situation prompted the girl to try and pull away.

"I can walk now." yeah, no, not quite; but she was getting there.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
Post #5

It was a nondescript shuttle that Lord Fa walked over to.

Any other day he would have opted for something with a bit more panache... something with more flair and dramatic excitement to it. But this was not the day for a show or for them to draw attention to themselves. A simple Sienar-designed ship, tailored specifically for his needs, was already waiting on them. The ramp projecting out and resting easily in the hangar. It did not truly bother the Thirriken that his current partner in crime was a silent one - it was better this way, to a degree - it gave him time and space to think and wonder.

Not often was that the case when you had your apprentice prattling into your ear with questions of this or that sort.

Whoever had decided that taking on apprentices was important and even necessary to be a good Sith? Well, they clearly did not have their own and really should stop coming up with nonsensical things.

"My scouts have already explored the outer reaches of the salvage point." The Thirriken patiently explained, before settling himself down in the pilot seat of the shuttle, assuming that she would sit in the chair next to him. Wings and talons deftly manipulated the controls, perhaps surprising Kith with its ease. "Heavily guarded, which is a bit surprising for a simple salvage point."

"We aim to infiltrate in silence. To find more information."

The shuttle already disembarked from the ship itself and with grace swam through the cold void of space.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
In Scene: [member="Tai Fa"]
Post 5

Kith approved of the choice of ship. She had been mildly concerned (about as concerned as she ever got) that the ship would be more ostentatious. This was a small relief, and it elevated her opinion of him by half a step or so. She glanced around the shuttle as she made her way to the seat, taking note of the details, cataloguing. Settling down, she secured the crash webbing without a second thought. It wasn't a reflection on her thoughts about his piloting. But Kith was a careful woman. Perhaps another reason they were getting along.

In fairness, however, it was difficult to tell if that was the case, at least by looking at her behavior. Cool and distant, as always. She treated him no differently than when they had met at first.

"Guarded? By whom?"

That seemed strange to her.

The comment about going in silence was a given. It was the only way she did things. If he hadn't wanted a more flamboyant aid in this endeavor, well, he'd chosen poorly in that case.

She watched out of the viewscreen as he answered, her eyes flicking from the sight before them to the sensor equipment. Without discussion, she simply took that responsibility, watching, as always.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Research Velok's Maw and deal with any cultists within
Post: 5

Around: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Red Cloud"] [member="Anya Loma"]

The others were doing a marvelous job drawing all the cultists to them, leaving her free to explore to her heart's content. A simple White Current illusion, thanks to instruction she had received from Nohemi, wrapped around herself to avoid prying eyes or ears from detecting her. Not that one would truly need it, considering the others who were here were fighting the cultists rather... loudly. This place was truly fascinating to Taeli, with the simple observations she was able to obtain already.

"Interesting," she said, looking over the scroll a cultist had left behind in his chamber after he rushed out to fight the intruders. The image was one of an ancient device, something she had only heard of in hushed whispers and vague mentions in the histories she had studied. The fear leftover was only supporting evidence that Velok had either uncovered one of the Phobis Devices or created his own... something that was certainly piquing her interest.

She had no interest in any artifacts or trinkets the cultists had collected in their veneration of their deceased master. No, what she was interested was tracking down the journal of the lead cultist or any writings they had made on the nature of the device and their trials of terror.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: My precioussss
Allies: [member="Red Cloud"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Anya Loma"]
Enemies: [member="Neesa"]

The fear intensified as the Rogue approached the wood and glass box, within which lay a long metal cylinder. A saber. The Rogue carefully opened the plain box and took out the long tube. Twice as long as any single handed saber. Yet, as Dax examined it closer, it was because it was two sabers, identical in construction, joined in the center, able to separate. A curious feature, but one Dax couldn't help but admire. He pressed the activation button...but nothing happened. The master looked behind himself at Anya, a silent 'I'm just messin' around'.

The man hooked the new trophy on the back of his belt and examined the other items on the table. Swords, dagger, some stained with blood. Sheets of paper, none in basic. Oddly enough, there was Sith...the Rogue picked up the tattered piece of parchment, stained and worn, the 'ink' crimson, like the color of blood. Touching the ancient lettering, the Master's fingers came away sticky, slightly stained, although the words were unmarred. Blood indeed. The Rogue folded up the parchment and pocketed the curious fragment of text as well.

 

[Red Cloud]

Location: Velok’s Maw
[member='Dax Fyre'], [member='taeli raaf'], [member='Anya Loma'], [member='Neesa']

Red Cloud lagged behind the group, but soon made his way into the room everyone was in. He started to walk circles around the room like a caged animal. He examined all of the strange weapons and items that were around. Including the ones Dax was fiddling with. He wasn't very interested at all. These were just meaningless items, what made a trophy was the hunt that earned it. Still, a couple of the more elaborate swords caught his eye, they could probably fetch some decent credits. But he would soon turn away from them. He was keeping his head on a swivel, watching everyone else's back, and his own.

 

[Ultimatum]

Skor II Bazaar

The shuttle landed gently in a hangar bay. While the ship opened and the pilots began post-flight procedures, Ultimatum stepped out of the craft. He stopped once outside to collect his surroundings and prepare the data he needed. Under ordinary circumstances, the droid would have had his Avacus freighter wait in orbit with all the supplies he would need to build a facility. However, the freighter was far away on another mission underneath a less than enthusiastic captain. Because of this, the Sovereignty was loaded just in case, though the size of the ship's hold restricted the ability of the Artificial to construct a fully functional facility.

Building a work space on the world was of less concern to the droid as much as getting in contact with the Alliance for work. Ultimatum was well aware of the fact that he needed support from greater sources for his company to grow. Truthfully he cared little for the growth of the company for its own sake, only for the end result of that growth. With a larger resource base and greater influence on the galactic scale, Ultimatum believed that the company would become better suited to research into metaphysics and production of exotic technology.

The droid walked towards the main bazaar area, he hoped to be able to meet with someone from the Alliance. Perhaps have some ship or vehicle built for them. Whatever would be necessary to continue the work.

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Polis Massa Ship Graveyard

"Keep us away from the rest of those scavengers. If they make a move on us, I want to know." The Vanguard of Mustafar was naturally a more cautious individual. She had worked hard to make herself appear as loyal, if not more so, than Ultimatum's own droids. She put up with this farce because she knew that the future of Mustafar lay in the balance. There would be war and Ultimatum could not know what was coming, his mind was too far in the future. He seemed to have lost the entire concept of repercussions, believing that his was a destiny so great and so far flung that nothing in the present mattered, not even the people underneath him. For that he would be punished.

But that time was not yet upon them. To end him now would be to cast him into some form of hero. Make him more gallant than he truly was. When his time came, The Vanguard wanted everyone to see him for what he was. Until then she would remain as his ever loyal soldier ready to follow his orders. She looked to the charts and watched as a holographic of the ship slowly moved across them, heading towards a particularly large wreck. One of the pilots had deemed it a suitable destination.