"Demonsgate....I Don't See A Gate" (COTBR Dominion of Demonsgate)

[WolfMortum]

3/20
[member="Lady Exedō"]

Pulling back on the controls, he brought the Baccara to sit upon the burst of the repulsorlifts, leaving the freighter in a stationary hover before turning to look back to the communications station searching for confirmation that the communique had been cut off by his master. With no evidence to suggest otherwise, he leaned back into the pilots seat and sighed quietly under his breath, cutting his end off and talking in a quiet whisper of frustrations "If she doesn't get me killed first, I'm going to be the death of that bloody woman...". Since first meeting her, Shinju Ayashi had been little more than grueling in her manner of shaming him out of a sense of authority and degradation. Perhaps something that was normal for others in his position, he wasn't rightly certain but he refused to to give up on himself and come to accept her way. He'd promised himself to follow for the time, where she would build on and command a strength within himself yet loyalty was not something she'd yet earned. So far, as he was concerned, Zarack still stood on his own.

With nothing to go on and no one else having heard his call, he turned his attention back to the Freighter that hung in the air like an open target. An idle thought crossed his mind, brief and tempting though not to be helpful in the long run, while he had his master on his scanners and had pinpointed her location, he moved against his desire to redeem his pride, instead bringing the ship lower towards the ground floor, landing within a small clearing that kept the vessel hidden from the cliff face that surrounded the natural pot-hole in the planets surface.

Moving down the landing ramp, blaster in his left hand and his commlink in the other, he brought the small hand-held device closer to his mouth, the transmission searching a broad range arc intended for his people. "This is Zarack, I need intel on the situation if I'm to be any use, someone respond. Over".

 

[Seras Goto]

18/20

Seras continued going, the phrik containers of the bioweapon secured in the ship as the unprocessed phrik they had was being loaded into the cargo bay of the ship before she took her seat and laughed. Venefica was on the ship and their new home while she was here securing their future with a laugh. "Continue, we have secured the bioweapon and the phrik containers they have here for our use later." She had some ideas of what they could do at Al-Khali going forward and maybe even improve some of it for things they could do. She was relying on Sanya and her people on the other side to meet the other objectives. "Sanya you and your team have yet to deliver a progress report."

 

[Shinju]

19/20

Her apprentice was doing well and now could go off and do his own thing. Hopefully he remembered the peaking order of things and wouldn't get killled. She would hate to have to get another while skipping around the ship and playing hand ball with the ball of severed hands from ones who had failed her was amusing. They threw it back and forth and with her four daughters Shinju was having a joy compared to the other places in the galaxy. Dharma was right they didn't need an empire just close and important things... like large beds and servants to handle the little brood of children the two of them could make with their very scintillating union. "Lady Sanya we are in orbit if needed."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

20/20 and final post you guys have to keep it going

Balaya watched it, the processing facility was her soldiers and the croa were working well and impressive on things. They had shown their might while raked claw marks were in the metal of the vents, the bodies of the ones who died instead of turning because of extreme bloodloss and the real danger the bad transformations that happened because it was to traumatic to them. THe children that were around and some of the other soldiers. She motioned as they were loading the phrik into the ship and Elara had all the things they wanted and could need for it. "Well done my apprentice, now return with omega squad to the ship and we shall see the real treat in all of this." She was talking about what they could do with it but also using the command chair on the ship to extend and drive the croa into a frenzy as the warlord pushed on their minds to infect and kill as needed.

[member="Lora Onone"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

11/20
[member="Camellia Swift"]

At the sight of camellia walking down the hall way Sanya couldn't help but smile at her. As she stood close Sanya placed her arm around camellias waist. The girls eyes shifted to camellia and back to Sanya again. "I..I'm not sure, maybe. I need time to think about it." It was written across her face that she wanted it, or maybe that was just her perspective of the girl. "Well I'll be here for a little while so if you make your mind up come tell me okay." The girl simply nodded. "Sure." She said with a faint smile.

Sanya turned to cam as the girl walked off. "Morning beautiful, sleep well?" She said kissing her cheek. "Just here to sort out some where for refugees to stay and get some resources. Phyrik primerrily. I need to collect bits here and there for a armor I'm working on. Hopefully I should be able to make one for the both of us. Thats if you want it, if not you can put it away somewhere." Her arms full wrapped around camellias waist pulling her tight against her own body and nuzzling into her neck and kissing her there. As Sanya's hands loosened she would hold camellias hand as the man she was talking to came through the door. "Good news. Some of the local facilities can house the refugees." Sanya looked at the man with another smile. "Good, that's good news indeed. What about the phrik?" She asked him. "Well it depends on how much you need. I currently have some that's not been processed and some that is been cleaned and made into bars now. But that will take a short while."

"If it's not to much of an inconvenience and need maybe a medium crate and I don't mind waiting for the processed stuff. It saves me a job. How much would a crate come too?" The man looked as if he immediately went into thought. "Well I can't do it free but let's call it seventy percent off. That would be enough of a reward for what you did for our people today. So that would come to four fifty credits."

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
4/20

Looking at the girl Sanya was talking to, Camellia still couldn't help but wonder about everything she had missed that had led up to what was going on now. Not that it mattered she supposed since she was just going to let Sanya run the show and simply do whatever it was the other woman asked of her. Which for now seemed just to be to enjoy herself as the Rendili woman chuckled when her soon to be wed pulled her closer and buried her face against her neck. "Hey now Sanya, I would still be sleeping if being next to you wasn't so much more comfortable. It sounds like you've been really busy though. I'm happy to see so much is got done while I was asleep. Its wonderful you helped those people, as for the phrik you forget Rendili has its own mines. If I ever need some its not far away, but thanks for the thought sweetie."

Contenting herself with just holding Sanya's hand when the. . . .facility manager she supposed, returned to conduct the rest of the business with her girlfriend, Camellia did have to confess that getting the phrik now was a good deal. A discount for the help Sanya had provided was practically a steal at the price being offered. Maybe she should ask Sanya to buy a little for her, it would be cheaper than having her own company digging some up and buying it from herself.

 

[WolfMortum]

4/20
Objective: N/A.

With the comm's silence offering him nothing in the way of direction, the warm red glow from the volcanic planets surface appeared to be about as inviting as his mentors taste for fine dining; defiant and likely to kill someone. "I don't know what the kark I'm doing here..." He muttered quietly to himself in annoyance as his hands moved to gently guide the massive freighter down beneath the dense clouds, his scanners picking up a nearby settlement and the overhead display identifying it as some sort of mining operation. Zarack had nothing of an interest in mining nor did he know what in the universe was phrik, he'd never heard of it and knowing not where the rest of his people were nor what they were all doing here, he descended within the Baccara and despite the incoming call from what could only be whatever kind of locals were beneath him, he ejected the landing struts, the bulky feet touching ground with the iron thud and a shower of sparks from a possibly to hasty landing.

From the view port, he watched as a small group (four of them) came out in a quick jog armed with what looked to be rifles of a sort, the name for such blasters not something he'd learned yet; however the purpose spoke loud and clear. 'Well then...-I guess I'm not welcome here either', a shame that there really wasn't a lot of choice in the matter. To turn back and leave would only incur the wrath of Lady Exedō and he wasn't strong enough yet to meet his master in combat. "Time to say hello then..." He spoke out to himself in dry humor though lacking the enthusiasm in the remark, he wondered if he could persuade them to allow him to remain a while longer.

"You are not authorized to be here, Sir. Turn around, board your ship and leave or we will be forced to detain you!", the voice came as Zarack wandered down the landing ramp out into the heated wind that coursed through out the dead looking lands of Demonsgate. He was armed yet holding nothing within his hands, the two lightsabers he had been given by his Master sat clipped at the back of his belt while his SBP-200 light blaster pistol sat comfortably in the holster tucked within the inside of his jacket just shy of his armpit, the handle facing front for an easy draw. "Listen, guys...-Cut me some slack here, I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be but I have orders to land and turning back just isn't an option. Let me just hang around, kill some time, no one needs to get pissy and hopefully word will reach me and I can leave this spit-hole of a place and be on my merry way..." the words came to him rather easily and he spoke them with a hint of arrogance, not liking at all the sound of being taken into custody, something that threatened him more so than his master ever could. He would die before any form of authority or government would take him in.

"Leave now!", it didn't come as much of a surprise, the small little militia men all raised their firearms in his direction while Zarack glanced about the landing dock trying to identify any sort of aid that would prolong his death. He knew these kinda of people, people who were admittedly in the right, defending their territory with a sense of confidence that justified stepping out into harms way. He used to be one of those people, working against the law when no one would help him take care of his younger brother. Working against the ones that incarcerated their Ma' when she all but gave up on herself, her children and the world of Eriadu. Zarack could truly sympathize for these men, but all that had been lost to him when life turned on him, slapped a price on his head and took every opportunity to land him further in trouble all when he'd just wanted to do right by his own flesh and blood. [member="Lady Exedō"] was the same; to a degree she enabled him and was slowly coming to teach him things he'd never thought were possible and yet all that she did, she did for her own purposes and her own amusements, prison of another kind serving under her. She was the only one now that could issue him orders without any way of escaping her grasp, it would take time before he would be able to deny her but in the face of lesser men, Zarack refused to be manhandled like the child everyone looked to treat him as.

A splash of red, the beam erupted from the lightsaber hilt and extended off to his right as he gripped it tightly in his hand, his left having drawn the blaster and ripped it from it's holster, his gun arm flicked out and let off several shots with a swift tighten of the hair-trigger. His shots all landed on their marks, dropping the three and leaving the closest one of the men standing in shock, hesitating to return the fire as he seemed reluctant to acknowledge what'd happened. Each of the bolts had landed in fatal parts of the men, Zarack's hand having been guided by more than his own intent; yet he did not move for cover. There was a look of fear over the remaining guard and it mimicked the looks of those that had ran from his master when Zarack first met her. "Get out of here..." The young man spoke up to the local older male, issuing him the best advice that could be given in such a situation, "There's no point you getting killed here...-Leave this place and live...". It was a feeble act of mercy, one that hadn't been offered the others while the last survivor began to flee the scene. Zarack watched for a time to ensure he would not turn back on him and use the moment to shoot him in the back; only once he'd disappeared would he look upon the fallen and recognize that he'd acted out without considering the consequences but rather being fueled by the moment. 'A crime of passion some people call it'. Zarack would have liked to believe that this was an accident, that he hadn't just killed them all but the truth was he'd killed before and he knew that if it meant his survival, he would gladly kill again. The heart didn't find enjoyment in the act yet the universe wasn't a kind place. He'd been dealt a bad hand, he'd played his cards but the game wasn't yet over.

Walking towards the mining facility, he ignored the dead and left his vessel sitting in heavy silence upon the landing pad, Zarack disappearing through the entrance to what could likely harbor others eager to drive him out.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

12/20
[member="Camellia Swift"]

Sanya reached her hand out for a handshake with the man and he did the same. "Thank you for the generosity. How long will it take for it to be ready?" She asked. "Well and hour or two tops. Now if you excuse me I have some things to sort out before the new arrivals get here." He would turn around and go back into the room as Sanya turned to face camellia and giggled. "I know beautiful, if I could have I would have stayed to watch you sleep. You look so adorable when you are." She would run her hand through her girlfriends hair straightening out a piece sticking out. "Unfortunately cute did call and people needed saving. Also I know I could pick some up from rendili and I could get some free from sekalus. But I guess I have to do my part in keeping the economy flowing and I figured I might as well collect some while I was here." With camellias hand held firm in her own Sanya began to walk and the few croa remained walking behind. As Sanya turned to take the corner the girl from before stood there. "Urrm excuse me miss?" She said in a timid voice. "Yes dear." Sanya replied. "So I've been thinking and I want to know when you do what you need what will happen?"

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
5/20

Sending a half-hearted glare her fiancee's way, the Rendili woman made sure her look said that Sanya was lucky she had made the remark after the facility's representative had left. Was she trying to make her die of embarrassment or blushing too hard? If so then the former jedi was doing a very good job going about it. Nonetheless when Sanya moved to straighten her hair like some sort of doting parent Camellia couldn't help but chuckle over everything happening as she held the other girl's hand tightly in her own. "I suppose that makes sense, plus even if you don't use it, selling it at full market price after getting it at a discount is a good deal in and of itself." As she walked beside her soon to be wed, Camellia just hoped they could get their business done sooner so they could work on a variety of other things. Although as they were stopped by the girl from earlier, the Rendili woman didn't mind the new interruption since it actually made her rather gleeful that Sanya had sparked interest in the people she had saved to join them.

 

[WolfMortum]

5/20
Objective: Acquire Personal Resources (Phrik).

The Lightsaber was a gloriously light weapon to draw into a fight, the blade held no weight except when it cut through anything solid, whether sentient or otherwise; Zarack was learning to wield it properly alongside listening to his instincts when his mind would cry out at the chance of an imminent threat, slowly coming to trust himself and his ability to perceive the danger around him. In the past he'd taken lives only in his defense, to survive, yet now he was questioning his actions with every new person that rose to fire at him and eventually fell by the red blade that reflected off of the black durasteel walls around him, cascading an ominous presence within the darkness of the mining facility.

Standing on his own surrounded by a lack of light, shadows seemed to envelope everything not within the open air; the humid air down within the mining corridors dense and difficult to take into his lungs, his eyes harboring a strange glow to them, his appearance fatigued though not tired, he bore the look of someone who had lost a portion of their skins health, eyes lined and darkened as if he'd not slept in an age (not so far from the truth in reality), hair drenched in sweat and slicked back by a passing hand as he moved further into the facility. 'Mining...-Valuable resources, they said...-But is all this worth it...' it didn't sit well with him yet his actions seemed to take him further into the chaos of his own selfishness, without really putting up much of a fight to avoid the blood that had and was about to be further spilled, 'What choice is there really...-She'll kill me if I return with nothing to show for it all...I don't owe these people anything, if it's going to be them or me, fine...'.

Approaching the end of the corridor, the large thick iron doors slid apart and sank back into the walls with a loud mechanical hiss from the gears and pistons that drove them. The room he stepped into become far larger, enormous really, the catwalk that circled a massive gaping hall descending further down into the planets surface, walk ways of a black metal etched and marked for a safe grip as personnel walked back and fourth, going about their works not yet having noticed him. Here there were so few guards, only laborers that worked for whatever mining operation handled this poor end of the galaxy. They posed no physical threat to him and therefore received no ill will from Zarack, the boy moved across the upper heights of the floor and approaching the edge of the railing, he peered down to see just how far this cobalt hole ran. 'So this is Phrik...' his eyes crossed the walls, some of which glowed against the molten rock at the very bottom that lit the area and gave off a stifling heat that rose all the way to the top where he stood, 'The Black Rose might profit from this after all...'.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

13/20
[member="Camellia Swift"]

Sanya looked back at the other croa. "Head back to the ship you lot." She said before looking at the girl. "Have you anywhere more privet we can talk about this?" The girl would nod. "Sure my quarters should be quiet enough." She said beckoning Sanya and camellia to follow. With camellias hand in her own Sanya would smile as she began to follow the girl but letting her go a little in front. "I'm going to be honest with her and explain it the best I can, I might need your help though as you still know more about us than I." She said in a quiet voice. It didn't take long to get to the girls room and inside it was rather basic although clothes was laying around all over. The girl would simply chuck clothes from her bed to the corner of the room as well as sliding some with her feet. "Excuse the mess, I get kept busy so I don't get much chance to clean." Sanya would simply smile and shake her head. "Its fine we know what it's like to a scale." The girl would sit on the chair that was next to the desk and Sanya sat down into the bed. "So where would you like us to start?" She would look at Sanya then cam. "Well the start, from been given the new genome and how."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Mining for Phrik
Location: Phrik Mines
Allies: OTBR
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 8/10


The pile of phrik began to double in size with her assistance. Between the droids and herself, they were making excellent progress. She stole a glance at the pile, knowing she had more than she needed for her armour, but wanted extra phrik to either sell to make credits or have on hand for future projects.

She stopped hammering away and pulled out her com link, thumbing the call button on the side.

"I need a pick up at my location. I'm unsure of the weight of the material but it's phrik. And alot of it."

"Yes, Justicar. I'll dispatch a small transport shuttle with some loader droids to your location now."

"Thank you."

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
6/20

Huh? Blinking in surprise, Camellia did her best to suppress the groan she was containing at the part Sanya brought up about going to the girl's room and explaining everything. With their work practically finished she was actually wanting to go back to her 'cat' nap of sorts back on the ship, but she supposed that she could help with things still despite how awkward it felt to deal with this after a mostly normal business venture it seemed. "You're not talking about my office are you?" A mess wasn't a problem really for the Rendili woman as she sat down on the bed next to Sanya, still holding the other woman's hand while the girl started asking her questions. "The Sith conquered my homeworld and I was given an injection of the genome and from there its been spread from us as we can bite or scratch people to give the genome to them too, at least that's an extremely simplified version. Sanya can tell you about her own transformation."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Mining for Phrik
Location: Phrik Mines
Allies: OTBR
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 9/10



She watched as the loader droids worked quickly and efficiently, loading the piles of her phrik onto the transport shuttle. The hard work of mining the precious material was completed, leaving the hardest task of them all left; fabricating her new personal armour. The vision she had for her armour was now beginning to come to fruition. Her hard work had paid off, and it was now time for her leave Demonsgate behind.

She boarded another shuttle, sitting in the back with a wide smile on her face. The Justicar of the Black Hand would soon be ready to begin work on her armour. Looking out the side viewport of the shuttle, she watched the planet's surface grow further away from her, while the sky changed from a fiery ambiance into a the star studded space. The cold of space barely registered on her senses, for the warmth of the achievement of doing her part to bring the planet into the fold of the Black Rose was satisfying enough; but the greatest satisfaction would come on the day she slipped on her new armour.

 

[WolfMortum]

6/20

The few workers that had been scared into submission by the mere sight of the glowing red blade, worked quickly to haul several crates of Phrik back and fourth from the mining compound and unto his YT-1300, The Baccara whose hold would account for the heavy minerals. His hands were shaking, Zarack moving up the ramp once more breaking out into the open air that was the hot and humid world of Demonsgate no longer sheltered by the durasteel and permacrete structure that had been woven in to claim the worlds precious metals.

When the miners had finished loading the new resource into his freighter, against all desire his blaster lifted in his left hand and aimed out at their backs, he fired a shot per head, dropping them all where they stood and leaving no further witnesses. His eyes squinting, he did not initially move at first, looking instead across the landing bay that had been littered with bodies from the infiltration and now exfiltration, he cared none for any of it and deep within himself, hated all that he had become in order to obtain whatever power it was that Shinju had promised him.

Boarding the massive vessel, having no idea of the stowaway that currently lay dormant and outside of his ability to detect her, Zarack closed the landing ramp behind him and slowly made his way through the interior of the freighter towards the cockpit where he could once again open communications to that of his master, only this time with something to report.

"I have done as you asked [member="Lady Exedō"]. Four crates have been stored within the aft of the ship, between the two of us I expect it will satisfy the Order..." He stopped for a moment, regretting that he even had to say such words to follow; "I left no one alive, no witnesses to confirm any participation here".

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Mining for Phrik
Location: Phrik Mines
Allies: OTBR
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 10/10



She began sifting through the piles of phrik on her own transport shuttle, after she had assigned the transfer of the material from one shuttle to her own personal one, looking for the prime pieces that would eventually end up in her new armour; and the pieces that would be delegated to reserves and credit making. Overall, she had managed to obtain a significant amount of the rare material, and she felt herself beaming with joy.

After the sorting process was completed, she ordered two loader droids to place her reserves into a bin marked "future endeavors". The material that would join with her armour was labeled "good times" and was loaded into a separate bin, and this bin would accompany her back to the Black Rose temple; while the reserves would be sent to another secure location. She didn't fear the theft of her phrik, but it was better to keep it from being seen by greedy eyes.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

14/20

[member="Camellia Swift"]

Sanya giggled when camellia thought she was making the comment of her office. "Not at all, just the mess we made in my ship." After all the past few weeks they both have lived in there due to all the moving around. It made Sanya feel much better knowing her soon to be wife was with her and not in the company of the zeltron. Not that she had anything against the woman and fellow council member but she just seemed to intervine at the worst of times. Yet she still does, at least things seem to be slowing down though. It was good that it was due to Sanya had been working hard planning the perfect wedding. Listening to camellia she would smile more as she told Sanya to talk about her transition to a croa. "Well I guess I was a different case. I began my transformation when actually had my first kiss. Me and camellia was sat in my ship after a part of a mission we was conducting. Since we was alone I decided I'd go in for the kiss and it was such a wonderful moment. But not long after I realized that I would become a croa very soon after that." She said while in a nostalgic moment.

Shaking her head Sanya would continue. "Anyhow I soon started to feel feaverish. Camellia had been called out and me not feeling so well I tried to go with her, but I guess my body was going under the change so fast I collapsed on the ramp and the rest was kind of a blur." The girl listened in fascination but the look on her face showed she wanted to ask more questions. "So feaver and fainting what other symptoms are there?"

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
7/20

Camellia did her best not to blush over what her soon to be wife said, but regardless couldn't stop from smiling at the other woman as she kissed her on the cheek while Sanya went on to explain her own transformation. . . .or at least right up to the moment she was kissed and fell unconscious soon after. Which left some of the story out, but it wasn't like the girl asking to be turned needed to know how several village's worth of people had been rounded up to be changed against their wills. "Well there is some pain, which I'm sorry about, and afterwards just some urges to turn others you can resist well enough, perhaps some slight personality tweaks to be more relaxed about things." Well other Croa seemed happier on average, Camellia blamed her workload for her own stress.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

15/20
[member="Camellia Swift"] ♥

The girl sat there quite for a minute or two. Sanya didn't want to add onto it as it was clear the girl was deep in thought. "So really there are no serious set backs?" She asked although Sanya knew death can sometimes happen but that from what she'd seen was from been given it from a more degraded generation. "Not really. Not if one of us two pass the genome to you. We are the most pure of the croa and untainted." The girl would go quite again for a moment. "So I'll be okay?" Sanya would smile and nod. "Yes you will." The girl would stand up and her face go slightly red. "W..well if you where to pass it onto me I kinda don't like the idea of been bitten or scratched. But I'd feel uncomfortable asking you both to do it the other way." Sanya would look to can and lean over to whisper. "Its up to you beautiful." She said in a quite voice and then kisses her on the cheek. Sanya's data pad would go off with the message from one of the croa. The facilities owner had delivered the crate of phrik to her ship and was waiting to have the exchange of credits. Either way the girl would possibly taken to her ship too to be given the genome if camellia was up for both if them kissing the girl.

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
8/20

Sighing as she heard the way the girl wanted to be turned, the Rendili woman wondered how things had turned out this way from simply collecting phrik and helping out some people. In all honesty she supposed she had no one else to blame but herself for taking that nap, but Camellia nonetheless felt like giving the girl next to her a pouty face when Sanya apparently decided to leave the decision in her hands. At the very least the bleep of the data pad made her burst inwardly with joy with the realization they would be done with their trip and back to Rendili or Sekalus where they could relax for a while maybe. "I'm fine with it if you are, but only if you are Sanya, alright?" Smiling softly, Camellia picked herself off the bed and waited to see if they had to help the girl tagging along now pack anything.