Descending Darkness (The Sith Order)

[Darth Kentarch]

Yellow eyes pierced through the viewport down at the violet planet that loomed in the distance of space. Through the force The Sith Lord could feel the descending aura of the Dark Side that would soon take hold of the unsuspecting planet, it inhabitants completely oblivious to what approached them. Teth, here at the edges of the galaxy, had become the chosen location for The Sith Order's new base of operations. Darth Kentarch would lead the first landing party to scout out and survey the base to be known as the Teth Bunker.


The Sith Infiltrator drew closer, aboard Kentarch from the main cabin gazed at holo-image of the planet from beneath his hood. Information from demographics, to geological formations, to government forces were displayed at his leisure. Kentarch took the time to review each piece carefully. “The planet has always been torn between the de jure control of its democratically elected government and the de facto rule of the Hutt gangs.” A mercenary captain said to the Sith Lord. Aside from the fellow members of the order Kentarch had hand-picked a team of soldiers for hire who formerly served the Empire to conduct this operation. “A B’omarr Monastery is located in the central region on a large mesa, an area control by planetary government. Contact is minimal due to the monk’s stance on isolation as well the government’s fear of upsetting its constituents if the monastery’s rights become infringed upon.”


Kentarch nodded at the statement. “If we can take the monastery quietly, it will serve as excellent temporary base, as well as front to survey the planet. I want the monks removed permanently and operations set up inside accordingly.” The mercenary captain nodded to Kentarch’s orders. After some time the ship came down at the front of the monastery hovering above its landing position. Then slowly it touched down on the surface of the Mesa. The off ramp of the Sith Infiltrator lowered, and out came the mercenaries in black composite armor and blasters at the ready. Without instruction or the exchange of words the mercenaries quickly took positions around the entrances of the B'omarr Monastery, ready to breach and remove all inhabitants on command. Not but a few moments later the black cloaked figure that Was Darth Kentarch emerged from the ramp of the starship. Moving forward he checked to make sure all the mercenary teams were in position, after a quick check he was satisfied. “Execute.” He finally said.


Several volleys of blaster fire rang out, followed by an eerie silence. Kentarch reached out with the force searching for any monks hiding from the hostile takeover. Not sensing any survivors he activated his comm-link. “Inform the Oligarchs we have a base of operations, and are ready to begin surveying for the bunker site.” Kentarch ordered. The time had finally come.

Spoiler

[member="Nickolas Imura"]
[member="Asterion"]
[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]
[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
[member="Cameron Centurion"]
[member="Darth Malificete"]
[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
[member="Darth Shadow"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Taking the coordinates transmitted from the Sith Interceptor from Darth Kentarch, Asterion kept his eyes fixed forward in the small one-man Sith star-fighter breaking the atmosphere of Teth.

Master Kära Vi'dreya had certainly been pushing him through his Sith training as an Acolytle, but he felt more alive because of it. He felt he had purpose, he had drive and he had a power to change the galaxy along with the rest of The Sith Order he now served. And with the developments of a new base of operations, this was another piece fitted in the jigsaw that would see him become more of an Order that would be all powerful once more.

Touching down to the coordinates, and also being attracted to a brief but hypnotic fire fight on the ground below, the Acolyte knew he was in the right place. Landing softly on the ground, he killed the engines and unclipped himself, pushing back on the cockpit to let the air blow around him, prickling his sense and refreshing him.

Asterion pulled himself out and vaulted over to the ground, his Acolyte armour worn with pride but minus the mask. He had yet to wear the Sith mask in any operation. Thankfully not yet coming across objection, he simply felt there was no reason to hide his face from his enemies; they could see into his dark eyes as he took their life and made sure they never forget the face of the Sith who did so.

The operation, so far, seemed to be going as planned, and he was simply one to assist as much or as little as he was required to. He had learnt there were times to stick your neck out, and times not to. This was a time not to. He walked up and softly stood behind the figure of Darth Kentarch, one of the Sith Asterion had yet to formally meet with.

"Lord Kentarch. I am Asterion, Acolyte to Lady Kyros."

Now was that time.



[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Thyrian Ashborn"] [member="Kära Vi'dreya"] [member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Darth Malificete"] [member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Darth Shadow"]

 

[Garza]

Operations oh operations.

Geared up for the task at hand, I wore no Acolyte armor like some of the others had. I wore my own robes. I was not any part of them. I was here mostly for my own agenda. And with that, I was here to become better when I would be away from my Master. WHo was not with the people that I was currently working for. I had followed the coordinate. allowing my black starfighter to touch down softly into the landscape. I had come alone, but with a mission for others. I had joined up with what seemed to be another Acolyte like myself, only he looked much older than I. Well, really I might have been older than him. With the way that I was kept in a cryo chamber, I was to be around 30 years old if I would have not been stuck.

However, I let the thought leave my head. I stood behind and to the right of the Sith [member="Darth Kentarch"]. He was leading this operation and with the call of his soldiers to attack. There was a burp of fire followed by silence. I only shook my head as my hood was up to obscure my facial features. While if someone may have taken the hood off, they would only be met with another face cover made of a thin cloth. As where the other man, [member="Asterion"] was his name I believe, wanted to clearly be seen. I did not. Where as someone with a face can die, a symbol of death and the undoing of life.

I simply spoke to the Sith lord. allowing my presence be known. "How am I to best serve you my Lord?"

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The Nemesis would not be landing on the surface of Teth. As it stood, Cameron was fairly certain there would be more than enough vessels on the planet's surface by day's end. Instead, the modified AlAT/i deposited the Sith Lord at the edge of the mesa following a low-profile, low-altitude approach with an aggressive flare to reach the lip of the mesa.

Once Cameron had stepped out of the loading hatch and onto the surface, the vessel dipped back down below the lip of the mesa to egress on a pre-determined route. Wearing a pair of blue and grey tactical pants and draped in a similarly colored cloak, Cameron casually approached the collection of Sith. He knew...none of them, but his role in the organization Kara had described did not require him to make...friends.

His role was much as it had always been...to advise and assist those that dates enough to implement their vision. Many failed. Lord Ashmedai had hope that Kara, however, would break the chain. Exhaling softy, Cameron allowed his silver-green gaze to sweep the scene before him. For now he had neither thought nor action to offer the dark siders that would be the resurgence of the Sith.

Judgment had yet to be passed.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

"I want a command center set up inside the Monastery's central chamber. Have holo-screens display all demographics, geographical, and meteorological information needed. Take the infiltrator back into low orbit and prepare to launch surveillance probes and survey drones at my command." Kentarch ordered the soldiers, who had finally got done moving and disposing the dead bodies of the monks he had eliminated. Supervising the process he soon felt the presence of his own kind. [member="Asterion"] had arrived, Acolyte to Lady Kyros, then [member="Nickolas Imura"]. For several moments The Sith Lord did not turn to face the two acolytes, instead he seemed preoccupied by his datapad. However before the silence grew too awkward Darth Kentarch shifted his attention towards the two apprentices.

"Acolytes. There is much work to be done and little time to do it. If don't know already, Lady Kyros has designated this planet to be both the Corporate Headquarters of Rahvin Industries, as well as the home to Lady's Kyros subterranean bunker. The bunker will be built to serve her needs as well as that of the Order's at her discretion. You have been summoned here to ensure the local population does not interfere with construction, nor any outside influence become aware of any operations being conducted by the order." Kentarch skipped formalities and went straight to the task at hand. Glancing to the edge of the Mesa after he spoke, the Sith noticed [member="Cameron Centurion"] arrive with a bit of a spectacle. Kentarch frowned, Cameron was here on Lady Kyros's behalf, and Kentarch was not sure exactly where the fellow Lord fell in the command chain or what his intentions were. "Lord Ashmeda. I was not briefed on your arrival or..." Kentarch struggled to find the right words. "...Your purpose for being here altogether." He finished his sentence quickly.

Before anyone could respond, one of the soldiers approached and addressed Darth Kentarch. "Sir we the command center is up and ready, to your specifications, inside the temple's central chambers." Kentarch nodded and dismissed the soldier. Then turned back to his fellow Sith. "Follow me." He ordered, and quickly moved inside the temple.

[member="Tirdarius"]
[member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron's gaze continued to sweep te area as orders transformed to action. The man he'd been informed was leading and organizing this particular mission seemed to have things well in hand. The Sith Lord had no intention of interfering or being much of a nuisance. Sheer, morbid curiosity was his principle motivation for this visit. The fact Kara had requested he look into things was very much secondary. After all, you couldn't always have everything you wanted.

As [member="Darth Kentarch"] turned his attention to Cameron, the Sith Lord only did the man the honor of an empty stare. His silver-green eyes focused in on the man that, for some reason, saw fit to point out his lack of awareness regarding the presence of an armed individual in his vicinity. Not precisely Cameron's style, but the man leading the mission was not Cameron. Suffice it to say if the man had needed to know of Cameron's presence, he would have.

Turning, Lord Ashmedai bypassed offering any response and instead turned his gaze to the distant horizon. His thoughts remained silent, but he did have a great many.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion didn't bother looking around to acknowledge everyone. He knew the Sith were doers; people of action, and he didn't want to appear too full of warmth and in the spirit of building bridges. That would come later given the chance. Right now he was a fish out of water, operating without Lady Kyros to guide or push him, and not even that brute Thyrian was around to feed off his darkness.

No. Instead he was with the established others and had a job to do.

Listening intently and following the strong presence of Darth Kentarch, the Acolyte followed and held onto his cloak to keep the warmth in and the wind out. As they moved inside the temple past the armed guards, the corridors seemed to be deathly silent, and that was just what Asterion could smell. Death.

Stepping over a body of an unknown, he didn't falter as he followed the Sith Lord through to find the command centre and await the next stage of his operations.


[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @Kära Vi'dreya [member="Darth Malificete"] [member="Rasho the Hutt"]
[member="Darth Shadow"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Asterion"] | [member="Nickolas Imura"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"] |

Ayra surveyed herself in the mirror. Grey lines had begun to take over underneath her skin, becoming more apparent with each passing minute. Where there was once ivory, chalk white skin was to be replaced by a dull colour. She could feel herself weakening, dying. It angered her. She would scream out loud, if not for the pain. Transformation of ones anatomy from Human to Resu was a insufferable existence; and she didn't even know the individual responsible for her plight. But she vowed to look for the Resu that had poisoned her with the techno virus, when the Horde and New Order entered conflict with the Moross Crusade. She did not know who [member="Stone Hermes"] was currently, but it was inevitable she would find him eventually.
That was if she lived.
If she found a cure.
The back of her shuttle buckled and she had to latch a hand around the basin of the equally as grey basin of the sink she had been hunched over. Steadying herself, Ayra cupped her hands into the bowl full of water and took several splashes over her face. It did not remove the feeling, but for the briefest of moments, the coldness of the water felt soothing. Drying her hands on her black combat vest, she left the excess water to drip off her face until it dried off by itself and left the bathroom. Her hand gripped onto her Sith robe, which she had folded on the back of the pilots seat and placed it over her body. She made sure that every part of her body, from her arms and neck to her very finger tips. All that was left was her facial features, but she would return to that later. She had the cowl of her robe for that. Lowering herself into the pilots seat, she surveyed the system.
The Teth system held some relative importance due to it's proximity to Nar Shadda. But presumably, the Sith Order that Darth Kyros had assembled in secret were here for other reasons than being in a geographically good position to Hutt space. Leaning forward to the dashboard, the Sith Marauder began to type a message and then broadcast it along the frequencies that she knew of.
"This is Darth Ayra. Is anyone there?"
Presumably, if someone was paying attention, they would receive the hail. She couldn't currently see the Sith, but then she had received the coordinates of the Teth system. Maybe she was the first to arrive. She leaned backwards in her seat and lifted the cowl of her Sith robe, waiting to find out.

 

[Garza]

With the speaking of the Lady Kyros that would be setting up her industries here on this planet, as well as a bunker, I questioned it. However, I did so in silence. If I was commanded to do something, then I would do it. However, Inside I would always question the authority and ask myself why is it that they want it here. Keeping this all to myself, I saw that a man came in the Lady's stead, and spoke to the Lord about being here. Once that was done, we were told to follow him, and once more, I did so in silence. Thinking to my self. why all of this?

I guess i would just have to find that out later.


[member="Darth Ayra"], [member="Asterion"], [member="Cameron Centurion"], [member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Darth Kentarch took one last moment to study [member="Cameron Centurion"]. Despite not answering his question, Kentarch realized that he was likely here to simply keep an eye on him. Kentarch took no head to ask anymore questions and continued inside the monastery. However before he could reach the central chambers he was stopped by one of the guards. "Sir we have unauthorized transmission." The Sith Lord stopped and faced the guard. "How is that possible?" He asked, the guard shook his head. "The individual goes by [member="Darth Ayra"] and asked if 'anyone was there'. We believe whoever it is, might be looking for fellow Sith." Kentarch cursed to himself. "Send orders to the ship to remain in orbit for twenty minutes, then give coordinates to this mesa, nothing else. I will handle them personally." He then continued to the HQ.

With his robes following behind him, Kentarch entered the main chamber of the monastery that had been turned into the command room. The mercenaries had already erected all large circular holo-table, and with the wave of the Sith Lord's hand it came to life displaying a detailed image of the planet Teth. He paused and looked at the three dimensional image of Teth for a moment, then turned to speak to the Acolytes [member="Asterion"] and [member="Nickolas Imura"]. "Currently this planet is ruled by two major factions. The Hutts and the Planetary Government. For centuries it has been a struggle economic dominance, democracy versus organized crime. Today we change that balance. If this planet will be anything, it will become a Corporate State ran by Rahvin Industries. The plan is to destabilize both factions and lead them into a course of open conflict. Rahvin Industries can then step in as an agent of humanitarianism and restore order. Given that many planets in the Outer-Rim are corporate run and aquired under similiar circumstances, no one in the galactic community will take serious notice." Kentarch stated, his voice ominous and lacking emotion.

The Sith Lord motioned to the guard who brought out several black cases. "For this operation we will be conducting several strategic attacks, assassination and sabotage, to spark this conflict. However we must take several precautions to ensure that no one suspects force user manipulation. For one, assassination with lightsabers are completely out of the question. Nothing can be linked to lightsaber pyrotechnics. Nothing can be traced back to any Sith agents, and nothing can be drawn back to The Sith Order itself." Kentarch gestured to the black cases. "Inside each case you will find a secure communicator and some plastic explosives. If you need a blaster weapon, ask the quatermaster for a carbine or a pistol." He turned away from the two Acolytes and looked back at the holo-image. "I want you two to gear up in five and be ready to receive orders and target. Are there any questions?"

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion simply stood stationary and listened. He'd been training for so many months under the eye of Lady Kyros, following expeditions and operations across the galaxy and having solace on Korriban to further his knowledge. This time, Darth Kentarch had finally given him an assignment; a purpose.

He had no allegiance to anyone other than those within The Sith Order and so the thought of sparking a war with destruction and bloodshed amongst those standing in their way excited him, and he was ready to become one that could be used for just that purpose.

He watched the guard enter with the cases as he continued to take in the assignment given to them both, knowing they both would be a force to be reckoned with in sparking such a movement that allowed Rahvin Industries to move in. How and what they did wasn't his concern.

Looking at the holo-image of the planet, he spoke up.

"I shall take my chance without a blaster, thank you. My power will be enough to manipulate and deceive those who I come across without need for a blaster."

He ran his gloved fingers along the black case.

"I'm ready as I'll ever be."


[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]

 

[Garza]

I looked to the Sith lord as he spoke. My mind thinking of what was going to take place, We were ordered to partake in an assassination. While I myself had no blaster pistols, I had a rifle that could be of use, as well as a vibrosword. I had no need to take the blaster that would be given to me. However, the second apprentice that would be on the job, flat out said that he did not need it. While yes it could have easily done that with the force, or some other thing that he was carrying in the black case. I shook my head.

I then looked to the Sith lord. Nodding, "Yes my Lord, Consider it done."

looking to the man who called himself the Minotaur I spoke to him, "Travel separate or together, it does not matter to me. But if we wish to get this done properly, I suggest that we work as a team."

I took no effort or condescending tone in my voice. I was being serious. To go and assassinate someone, there were always places where one man could mess up. As the saying goes, "Two heads are better than one."

[member="Asterion"], [member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Kentarch"] |

Ayra opened her eyes. She had been dreaming about the techno virus that had ravaged her since the Horde-Moross conflict on the Silken Asteroids. It was a regular nightmare she had when she was still infected and now they were still there, even after being cured by [member="Darth Vulcanus"]. Leaning up from her pilot seat, she checked the dashboard and discovered some had answered the broadcast she had sent across the Teth system, before she had fallen asleep. Taking control of the stick, Ayra began to fly the ship towards the coordinates of the mesa.

Two hours later, Ayra found herself absorbed in light as the ramp to her shuttle descended and the doors slid to either side, allowing her to exit the ship. Her hand lowered to the black, shoulder strap bag to her left and rose up with it before beginning her descent along the ramp and out into the open, towards the Sith Lord ahead.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

As [member="Nickolas Imura"] spoke, Asterion looked over at him, contemplating what he said.

This wasn't the time to let his ego get in the way. He was out there without familiar faces, so he had nothing to prove. If he could get the job done, it would be far greater for progression than failing. He nodded slowly.

"Alright. You may be right. I don't agree with blasters, not saying I can't use one if I had to, but you seem quite comfortable if you had trigger under your finger."

He turned to the serious face of his fellow Acolyte.

"I am happy to go with you, why the hell not. Brains and brawn go well together. And that's just on my part."

A small half-smile broke.

"Let's see what carnage we can wreck today, shall we?"


[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]

[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] [member="Darth Malificete"] [member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Darth Shadow"]

 

[Garza]

I shook my head as the man was very confident in himself. It was good to see that in an Acolyte like myself. Taking this into effect, I spoke to him. "I have a ship we can use, And I use a Blaster rifle more often than others would think. Sometimes is better to fight at a rage, than hand to hand"

I waved him over to follow me to my ship where in which we would depart of this planet and on to our objective. "Carnage is not the best until the assassination is done. As we leave, I say you can mess with them all you want. Get in silently, and make chaos ensue to allow our escape. We need to act as a bounty hunter team, and not that of the Sith. Should you require a getup, I can supply you one."

Even for a 19 year old, My mind was one to contend with. I thought things through rather well. And had the tools should I need them. While some of them were given to me by my Master. I would use everything I could get from the Governor as long as he would allow it.

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

The young Acolyte spoke wise words. Asterion would have liked to think, had he been with the Sith from a younger age, this would be the embodiment of the brains and drive he would have had. [member="Nickolas Imura"] would be a silent force for the Sith and he would go far.

"I agree. Silent is just as powerful as going in like a wrecking ball of energy, and with your keen eye and my...disregard for rules, I think getting into anywhere will be easy. Challenging, but easy."

He followed the young Sith onto his ship, feeling he could take his place behind him as he was going to be the pilot.

"I'm glad you're piloting this thing. Not one for flying myself."

Asterion buckled himself in and thought for a moment.

"Do you ever get the feeling this is a test that they hope we're not going to come back from...?"


[member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled as the man was talking about our teaming up. That silence would work just as well as a good wrecking ball. Though he could not see my face. my smile could be evident in my words. "it's always Challenging. If it was not, then no one would get anywhere in this world."

Getting into the pilot seat of the borrowed Freighter that I had taken from my master, I used it because sometimes Sith had to work together, and because of this, I needed a multiperson carrier. I flipped a few switches as the Minotaur spoke. Saying that he was not much for flying. And I spoke nothing. it was small talk and not really needed. And with how I was, if this continued I could let loose on information on who I really was. I did not want that. All i wanted was to be the Crimson Rose. My title that I had taken as an alias.

but when he mentioned about how they may make a mission that they didn't expect us to come back from I only stopped flipping switches and turned to face him. "Do you think that the likes of [member="Darth Ayra"] or [member="Darth Kentarch"], hell might as well add in my Master and yours as well. would send us on missions that they suspect that you wont make it? They send you on these missions to see who you really are. If you die, then you are not worthy of their teachings. if you live and come back, then you are worthy. Surprised? no they won't be if you make it. because it means that you learned something other than, 'Lets cut this bastards head off'"

I turned back to the controls and set the engines on. Bringing the ship up into the air for us to leave I spoke more. "When they send one Acolyte, the mission is challenging but when they send two, three or more. They know that it will get harder as you have to deal with teamwork, and or, a more superior foe. This is likely one of those instances."

I brought the ship up into the sky for us to leave. Apparently I was 19 going on 33. because really I was supposed to be 32 years old by now.

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

A small eye roll was all Asterion could muster from the lecture given by the youth. Maybe small chat wasn't the best option, but there were still thoughts inside him that he had gained from his years of research and studying of the Sith and their rich history. The Sith ran one big exclusive competition; who could be better, quicker and faster than the other.

The fact [member="Nickolas Imura"] wanted to team up was one of two things to Asterion.

Either he wanted to best him out in the field and prove he was the better Acolyte and worthy of more attention, or he actually wanted a partnership to take down a greater foe. But how was he to know the foe was worthy of two Sith Acolytes?

Looking out the window and ignoring his comments, he said little else.

"This is going to be simple enough. I have no idea about what we are to face."

Asterion turned.

"But something tells me you do."


[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled as the man did not comment about my little lecture. and I was glad he didn't. it was to keep him thinking that at any time I could backstab him and get away with it. Which I could not lie, was a rather good idea. But it was not smart to do that. For many reasons.

The light freighter was leaving the planet's atmosphere and into the void of space when he spoke more, saying that he had no idea. While I might have one.

He was right, i did have one. Guards. And the kind that didn't take bantha poodoo from anyone. Our job was to get in silently, kill the man, and make a ruckus while we leave to make it look like we, The sith, didn't do it.

I stayed silent to make myself more of a mystery. Pushing a few levers, I finally did speak, "Prepare for Lightspeed." I then flipped two more levers and watched as the lights of stars young and old bent around us in the cockpit and sent us through space faster than the speed of light.

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Darth Kentarch watched as the Acolytes left. Off to face their own destiny in the small freighter that would deliver them to their perspective locations to carry out their orders. Several other Sith Infiltrators had taken position in high orbit over the Mesa. As more and more comm links opened Kentarch decided now was the time to begin basic drilling for the bunker. One of the mercenaries handed the Sith Lord a Data-pad, and pointed to the various geological formations that basic scans had come up with.

“We’ll need to look for gas pockets.” Kentarch said. “Prepare to fire mining droids.” He ordered and the soldiers scrambled to accommodate his instructions. Soon in the distance there was a large popping noise, and a streak of light came down from the atmosphere and crashed into the forest below. Kentarch walked over to the edge of the Mesa and saw the impact site of the mining droid, a large fire and plume of smoke billowing up in its wake. “We are getting all kinds of formation readings; however no evidence of gas or significant metamorphic rock formations exists.” One of the men said to Kentarch, he nodded in response. It was good news, the bunker could be built with no complications.

However just then another pressing concern prompted itself to Lord Kentarch’s attention. The ship searching for Sith earlier had finally landed on the Mesa, and the ramp lowered. A mercenary security team was there to ensure the passenger on board was not hostile. As the individual passed out of the ship, Kentarch realized something was wrong with her, and he could not put his finger on it. “Halt.” Kentarch said to [member="Darth Ayra"]. “Scan her.” He ordered the mercenaries. One of the men held out a medical scanner and a green light bathed over Ayra.

“This can’t be right.” The mercenary holding the scanner said. “My lord. She is infected with virus that has elements of an organic machine interface.” He stated.

“Impossible. The technovirus has not been pandemic for almost two thousand years.” Lord Kentarch stated and took a step towards Darth Ayra. “That is unless somehow you stumbled upon an ancient sith facility from the Draggulch Period, and were infected by the virus.” This bore great interest to the Sith Lord, now was the perfect time to harvest a dangerous virus to use on his enemies. ”Tell me your name, and how you became infected?” Darth Kentarch questioned.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]
[member="Asterion"]