DEVASTATION: Broken Chains (Act One)

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Secure Databanks
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition;
Objective: Protect the databanks apparently.


A slave revolt. The revelation cast a thoughtful expression on her face as she wondered how to best approach the situation. She obviously wasn’t a slave. Tiny, physically unimpressive, sporting clean clothes and having the fragrance of strawberries about, Funami gave the impression of a hopelessly lost child. Nobody in the galaxy would believe her a slave. Then again, her appearance refused to spell Sith either. She supposed that with a bit of persuasion she could pull the half-Zeltron card again and hope the charming innocence of a young girl enough to make others believe her. Her little feet started pacing back and forth. Slaves themselves were easy to manipulate and trick. They were the lost souls of society, rarely missed by anyone, a problem that did not exist until some fat politician started blabbing about the importance of equality.

Nobody cared about slaves, not even those who spouted freedom. It was the way of the universe. The strong ate the weak. If the revolt got out of hand, she’d demonstrate the rule in person.

What actually worried her, evidenced by Funami knitting her brow in concentration, was Vaulkhar’s assumption that somebody had aided the slaves to freedom. Such feats were usually pulled off by Jedi, at least in the stories. Funami had encountered a Jedi before, but not really, only in her memories that weren’t even her own. What did it take to fight, let alone slay one? Was there even a chance for the petite Sithling to survive direct confrontation?

Shrugging, the girl stopped pacing about and turned to the Sith lord again, observing him with mild curiosity. This whole meditation thing was weird and yet everyone did it all the time. She preferred taking a nap after lunch.

“Okaaay,” she simpered, “How about we lay an ambush? Fill the adjacent room with explosives and when the slaves come, we close them in, and boom!”

She waved her arms in a wide arc to emphasize the destruction. But it wasn't her call to make. Acolytes had little to no authority to command Sith personnel or make decisions of their own, really. That meant she had to wait and wait and wait and do nothing. With a resigned sigh, she sauntered to the table opposite of him and sat on it, letting her socked legs playfully dangle as she watched the intently meditating Sith lord.

“Hey, Vaulkhar, I have been meaning to ask,” she chirped and pulled something from the fabric of her uniform, grinning. “Want a candy bar?”

She had sacrificed her own hard-earned credits to buy one just for him. Or perhaps she had bought it for herself. Her grin was hard to decipher.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: En Route to Command Tower
Equipment: See Sig
Objective: Break [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Allies: [member="Jend-Ro Quill"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]


When the call was put out Jedi answered, they would always step forward to lay their lives on the line when the galaxy needed them, even Aten. Since his self-imposed exile after the fall of Commenor, Aten had faded from the galactic scene. Before even then the Jedi had found his faith wavering in the others who proclaimed to be of the light. Having studied under Romi Jade, and even accompanied her on a few missions including being there when the Galactic Alliance fell he was no stranger to death. Yet he did not see the Jedi as those who should fill the roles of Crusaders, of slaughters? The line between the light and dark had become so thin in recent times that it was enough to make the Knight turn his back on the larger orders and take matters into his own hands as what he believed to be a true Jedi.

What caused Aten to ally himself with the ORC was now there was no choice. The force had spoken, the Sith had always endangered the galaxy but this was different. The cards had been dealt, and in life, one couldn’t fold a bad hand. Standing within the confines of the smaller vessel Aten sat a panel on his right arm open, wires exposed. The final repairs were being made to it. Since the Seige of Commenor, the Jedi had never deemed it important to repair the cybernetic. It was in his battle against the Sith Lord Mythos where it had been destroyed last. The Jedi having only scraps to work with at first. Now the limb was restored to its former magnificence, the metallic fingers flexed as the Jedi tested them one final time before slamming the panel shut.

The closer they drew to the Command Tower the stronger the sense of darkness became, a thick miasma that reached out, that radiated from it. Yet through it the Morellian felt the presence of one he hadn’t since Commenor, the one who’d killed thousands on that day. Who’d destroyed a city to sate their perverted craving of destruction and death. Azure eyes looked up, staring through the walls of the ship he sat in, the force giving him sight beyond the physical. It showed him a behemoth of a creature, no longer able to even be called a man. One shrouded in the dark, a veil of it cloaking him. Aten knew this man, while the Jedi had once blamed Mythos for what had taken place on Commenor, he knew the puppeteer.

“Prazitus.” The words escaped the young Jedi’s mouth. There was no hatred, no anger, but in those words, there was the promise of damnation, of justice. The Jedi wasn’t even sure if he’d survive the engagement, but one thing would be certain, he’d prove that the Sith weren’t as powerful as they made themselves out to be.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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"Status."

-:Multiple hostiles detected - Ship of unknown origin and design has ~error, cannot identify~ into the automated facilities:-

"Tighten the cordon, and put all sectors on high alert that aren't already."

-:As you command:-

The Dark Lord of the Sith talked as he moved down from the sanctum, each step taking him closer to the turbolift that would spirit him down towards the violence. His armor had already been secured over his body, forgoing the usual ritual for efficiency as robotic appendages worked faster than any mortal hands could. On his right hand was the Moridean Gauntlet, and on his left, fused with his flesh, was the Gauntlet of Kressh the Younger. Hanging from his waist was a multitude of lightsabers, each one crafted by his own hand and well-bloodied by the act of killing. The Emperor entered the turbolift and began his descent down towards the primary facility.

During his journey, the ever-growing conflagration continued to spiral out of control. This wasn't just some slave revolt, it was more than that. Though it seemed impossible, perhaps those now besieging the Yvarro station had caught wind of the Ultimate Weapon?

As impossible as it sounded, the Emperor could not rule it out.

He'd have to find out the truth for himself, preferably from the brain of whoever was unfortunate enough to be caught in his grasp.

The doors opened, allowing the Emperor of the Sith to emerge from the lift and into the massive cityscape of whirring mechanized limbs and automated assembly lines. Multiple Crownguard flanked to his side, having been protecting the lift's entrance while their master was in seclusion like silent and unmoving statues. Now they sprung into action, weapons activated and senses open for any signs of danger.

"Follow me."

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Jend-Ro Quill"]​

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Base of the command tower
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] with Crownguard, [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Aten Ramses"]

After some distance and with some chagrin, Quill realized he should have done sabotage. The automated factory could always use more damage and interference. He just hadn't thought of it in time, and now the opportunity was going away as he reached the edge of the mechanical cityscape. Clairvoyance suggested that he keep moving. The goal, whatever it was, meant heading forward and up, into the base of the huge station's control tower.

Presences were starting to converge, for good and ill. Soon enough he'd have company, arguably the worst thing in the universe.

Quill scratched his scalp absently, ill at ease. His thumb kept hovering close to his saber's activation plate.

Not far ahead, a turbolift hissed open. A number of large armored men had been guarding the door; now they fell in step with the similarly large and similarly armored man who came out. Quill got down behind the base of a tree-sized welding arm, and watched. The Sith Lord would feel his presence, of course, but maybe not enough to lead him and his men straight to Quill. Maybe just enough to get them searching and generate some opportunity, or at least valuable delay.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Automated Facilities
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Prazutis"]|[member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: ORC [member="raven ashe"]

The order was given, containment was demanded, extermination was mandatory and even though the Sith lord's senses told him that the closest thing to try and assault his squad and break through towards the secure databanks was one who held sway within the dark side of the force, he disregarded this sense and decided to look upon all who dared cross the plans of the empire as nothing more than stepping stones for his own progression towards greater heights. However, even though Darth Halcyon was confident in his own abilities to hold his own against any possible force sensitive invaders, it seemed that the sith troopers he had brought with him had less experience in such a field, with at least two of them having been hit by their own blasterfire as it got redirected and deflected back at them.

Letting out a grunt of resentment to this fact, the sith lord took a few steps till he stood in front of the troopers, who had now stopped their assault for a moment as he stretched out his arms towards the shadow slipping speedily through the corridor towards his position. Using his own insurmountable will upon the force, the sith lord compacted and compressed the air in front of him. "I sense great ability in you," Darth Halcyon exclaimed this loudly, the mask he wore distorting his voice to a deeper tone. "Such a pity."

With a strong ripple within the force, a shockwave tore through the corridor, barreling towards the broken down blast doors, with the intend to unhinge them completely and throw them into the open place beyond them, disregarding any spared life beyond thos doors. After all, those that had been subdued, simply weren't worthy of saving to begin with. With that done, the man stepped behind his troopers again, making a motion with his hands towards the opening. "Concentrate fire upon the exit, to defend the databanks is our top priority."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Take the Tower
Allies: [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] [member="Aten Ramses"]
Enemies: @Darth Prazitus [member="Darth Carnifex"]

His target was located. The darkest shade in the system, being hunted down by others like him. Warriors of the Light. Protectors of the galaxy. He fell into the Force, feeling where his target. The shuttle could get him there. The Jedi had his robes, and his lightsaber, the Starchaser crystal deep within. Casting shadows from where he stood, in the Force and when the blade was ignited. Reaching to the Aing-Tii, those galactic watchmen who announced to the Coalition that action was needed, that it was required here. There were other Jedi with him, and the ship was making its way to the Command Tower. From there?

From there, there would be fighting. And the Force would pay witness. The Aing-Tii brought the Coalition here for a purpose. And he knew the purpose was to stop the Sith. The ship had performed another jump, a Fold Space and put him within spitting distance of the Tower. Stepping out, a few Jedi with him, and Pathfinders. He was moving as he did in the Alliance.

Moving into the city scape, he nodded. His men could see the tower and so could he. He could feel Jend-Ro, he could feel Carnifex. With the friendly in the way, he was turning.

“Hold fire, flank the Guard. Lure them away.” The Starchaser’s Light cored saber igniting. The blade like starfire, blue and white and clearly of the Light.

 

[Raven Ashe]

Location: Automated Facilities
Primary Objective: Erase Obstacles to the Databanks
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition & Allies
Enemies: The Sith Empire & Allies
Armor: Raven's Mettle

Like the computer girl -- Janick -- Raven sought to lead into the flames, the Pantoran could feel the anger rising on two fronts. First, the enemy was a nuisance. Second, those that had come with her hadn't deigned to share a plan of assault. If anything, at least half their number had sauntered off elsewhere on matters of 'more' import. How nice for them. How wonderful. Such camaraderie. Outter rim. Core. People were all the same weren't they? Out for themselves. But that was okay. That was okay.

When the blastered went silent the armored woman straightened up and held the saber before her, angled in the direction of her enemy in a neutral guard. Not that she suspected any of them were daft enough to charge her on foot. There was one among them that stood apart. Sith Lord? Someone that knew how to draw upon the Force skillfully enough to dissuade the creeping shadow that wanted to devour him alive. Someone that feign pity they had to kill her. How thoughtful.

Death certainly sought to come on swift wings then; [member="Credius Nargath"] -- or Darth Halcyon, though she knew neither name -- sent a tidal wave of air itself toward them faster than a Human eye could track. Fortunately, Raven didn't need to see it to feel it coming. The tip of her blade blade lifted and then was snapped back down again as though clashing with the man's very own lightsaber as the shockwave rolled upon her.

The remnants of the door were torn off as he intended, but the force of his attack had been split straight down the middle. The shockwave was swept away to either side of the woman he 'pitied.'

As Halcyon stepped back, Raven shot forward. Her blade swept down to the side as her feet carried her swiftly down the corridor. Let them resume their blaster fire, for she would bring death by her own hand and not wait for fate to strike her enemies from afar. And with her would come Darkness itself to tear what meager morsels of the Force resided in their hollow forms. The Sith Lord is mine, Raven directed at the monster that haunted her every step. Mine.

Tag: [member="Zark"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Seniya Nehir"]​

 

[Lulu]

LOCATION: Slave processing hub
ALLIES: ORC; [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
ENEMIES: ?

Lulu's eyes peered behind her, expecting a firm order as to what he expected her to do just seconds after the Wookie's name was called. Is he crying? She kept the information to himself, given how uptight he was about having his masculinity undermined.

Before she could even think about what sarcastic comment she would make if she wasn't so concerned about the Chiss' feelings, a chair flew just inches from the right side of her head to which she tracked as it went soaring past some of the crowd, skimming the tops of some patron's heads and finally making a direct. Chaos ensued. It started with the flicker of confusion between two, but soon enough it had erupted into a near full fledged war. Those able enough to fight began swinging punches~ those not able enough usually had some guards as were required for black market dealings.

Lulu's eyes almost rolled back into her head.

"That was a really well thought out plan." she mumbled, beginning to make a move and shoving others in the row of chairs out of her way, even going so far as to push others back into the row behind. Really, if these were ordinary people she wouldn't have cared. But they were literal slave owners after all; the casualties of a few tyrants were irrelevant to the Mandalorian right now, instead what truly mattered was ensuring whoever was being auctioned got free.

"What the hell..." she looked behind her as Desmond began to grip her hand, stopping her just as she reached the end of the row and now in a narrow corridor where the crowds had not begun to disperse yet. "Get off me and save them!" she yelled back at him, shaking him loose.

By now the eagle eyed guards had spotted the instigator, her companion. While some 'customers' were now making there ways to the previously empty corridor leading up to the stage, what came first was two Zygeerian guards, each with stun batons flickered and pretty clear they were going to brutalize him. They'll slaughter him she thought, reminded of his cowardice of hiding in a trash robot on Coruscant.

"I'll distract them."

When they were within two meters of the duo, Lulu's chain lashed out at the one on the left, landing a firm hook into his torso and causing a shriek of pain, afterwards launching him backwards with her immense strength and delivering a decisive blow into the Zygeerian's jaw, then removing the hook and eyeing up the other guard heading straight for her.

 

[Servant]

Allies: ORC
Enemies: TSE
Location: Surface - Unknown Surroundings


The machine entity was incapable of feeling any form of gratitude, nor any other emotion due to its cybernetic nature. Whereas an organic might have been stricken with a sense of appreciation towards its ally when hearing that they were "glad to see them", the machine entity simply acknowledged internally that it was following its Laws to the best of its ability, and that it had successfully interacted in a positive manner with the Kindred. Accomplishment of tasks was simply something that was a necessity, nothing more, nothing less.

A re-infiltation of [member="Peyton Steele"]'s comm-systems was made easier by the presence of assorted backdoors which had been installed during their prior operations. Whilst the machine did not behave belligerently in its infiltration of the system, it did recognize that it would be a necessary conduit for communication given the lack of vocal processors installed on the Host. Regardless, once the computer had been overtaken by the machine mind, a synthesized voice, recognizably humanoid, though exceptionally monotone to the point of near grating would broadcast out from the comms: "Affirmative."

Further communication seemed unnecessary, and the machine mind did not act upon irrational impulses as did its organic compatriots. It recognized that a briefing of the objective at hand was likely to be given in due time by the Kindred, and acknowledged that regardless of whether information was provided, it would likely discern the nature of the cooperative quest whilst still in the early steps of its execution. Briefly, the Intelligence ran a cost-benefit analysis over whether it would be necessary to equip the Tanuki droid with a combat program, such as the Teras Kasi programs it possessed in its databanks. Analysis of likely interactions led to the conclusion that the Host was ill-equipped to perform a majority of the maneuvers on account of being shaped in a bestial form as opposed to a humanoid one, and furthermore that the average reaction times of Force users would likely lead to defeat in pitched combat.

The machine promptly began consideration of assorted solutions through which it might achieve victory in the event of conflict without ultimately leading to the death of the Kindred. The Host itself was of lesser importance, though the option which allowed for a loss of fewer resources would undeniably be the most efficient, if not most effective available course of action. Few available options seemed to lead to a victory over the more experienced warriors of the Sith, though the machine mind was fairly certain that lesser acolytes could be dealt with if sufficient time and circumstances were provided. The trick it had utilized in the past to detonate the eardrums of opponents whose comm-systems it had accessed meant that it could also likely prevail over most basic infantrymen so long as it located them before they had located the Host.

Processors spurred to consider further options for the pair, the Tanuki; the raccoon shaped machine with a propensity towards chaotic movements and an electrical bite, promptly sat completely idle, its subroutines occasionally forcing it to scratch gently at its head with one of its available paws.

Programs Used:

Spoiler

Haven't changed since last post. If they start to change, I'll go ahead and update this again. Gets to be a fair amount of work to do each and every post though.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Secure Databanks
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Funami Teriyaki"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"] & co.
Objective: Protect the databanks.

Patience was key in these sorts of events. With limited intelligence and a rather strange chain of command it was important for each individual Sith to make the right decision. A series of poor decisions would ultimately lose the Sith the day.

It was time to make the first wrong decision.

Vaulkhar pushed himself to his feet as Funami spoke. Her ideas weren't necessarily bad ones, though the slaves would likely not be able to reach the station. Being thousands of meters above the planets surface, it would take far too much time for them to do so. In the time it take for all of them to reach the station, the Sith would likely just destroy it along with all the data stored. Better it gone than in enemy hands, or so he believed.

"Alright Funami, I'm g-" Vaulkhar stopped mid sentence as the candy bar was held out to him. He took it in one cybernetic hand and slid it into one of the small containers at his belt. "Well, thank you ... Anyway, I'm going to move towards the planets surface. The com is on fire with how much is going on down below. Apparently Halcyon has engaged enemy forces within the facility. I'm sure they are going to call for assistance soon enough. Come along if you want."

Even Vaulkhar momentarily believed the lies he was feeding the child. Truth be told, he didn't particularly care whether the slaves escaped or the Sith below died. What caught his interest was a very small blip from the planet below, so small it easily could've been a fragment of his imagination. He knew better than that. He knew the force directed the flow of fate in a way that was almost comical. For that man to be here now could be no coincidence and Vaulkhar had to figure out why.

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: KADAVO LABOR PROCESSING HUB
MISSION: REVOLT!
ALLIES: [member="Yula Perl"]
VALIANT RESCUER: [member="Phylis Alince"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]
FOE: [member="Lark"]

With the usefulness of the map and the chaos of the revolt, they made their way safely to the warehouse where their location was stored. A guard who, for some odd reason, had remained was knocked unconscious with a swift application of Force Stun. Ember quickly ran through the catalog of items and was able to find both his and Yula's belongings. Untouched and in adjacent lockers.

He took them out and rapidly donned his Jedi robe and tightened his utility belt where his lightsaber still remained intact. Ember abruptly squinted at the sudden sensation of the dark side running wild. He had felt that only a few times before.

Sithspawn.

"We are in greater trouble then I thought. The Sith are here." Ember commented trying to ease his headache before nodding at Yula's comlink. "You had a droid with you. She seemed important. Can you contact her?"

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

[SIZE=12pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] (Not so) Secure Databanks, moving someplace where the action is![/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] The Sith Empire; [member="Vaulkhar"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Outer Rim Coalition; [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Enjoy the flight[/SIZE]


Vaulkhar was a proactive member of Sith society, she had to give him that. Funami, on the other hand, preferred to allow others to deal with such mundane problems. If a Sith or two died while quelling the revolt then even better, for less Sith meant less competition down the line. Were their lives really worth more than ensuring the super-duper secure databanks remained secure? Not in her opinion! Cocking an eyebrow, she watched the man for a while, unable to tell why he felt obliged to do anything at all about the situation below. Not suffering from a misguided sense of duty, the petite Atrisian was content with waiting it out and claiming credit afterward. But being a good little Sithling, the girl slid off the table and slowly approached the Sith lord.

“I guess?” Funami shrugged and cocked her head. “But I’m not good at fighting, remember? Y-you’re gonna protect me, right?”

Leaning forward and looking up at him, the small girl pouted and turned into the most adorable thing the galaxy had ever seen. In the end, whatever happened would bring no negative consequences down her pretty head. Being an acolyte had this wonderful perk of having almost no responsibility whatsoever. She followed her superior’s orders and let him face the consequences of her actions.

And so Funami’s little feet tapped in the Sith lord’s wake, going for the ship docked in the hanger. Upon approaching the boarding ramp, she practically sprinted inside, rushing for the co-pilot’s seat where she planted her rear and looked most pleased with herself. Putting her hands behind her head, the Sithling leaned back and watched the powerful Sith with mild amusement. Despite being the Emperor’s son, he had to fly her about, for Funami had zero idea how to pilot a ship and never felt the need to change that. Was it even legal for a ten-year-old to fly?

 

[Lark]

Location: Kadavo Slave Facility
Allies: [member="CDR. Marric Aurelius"]
Enemies: [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Servant"] [member="Lulu"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Phylis Alince"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]and any other ORC folks, sorry if I missed ya
Objective: Bring it on nerds


Lark followed the trail of devastation his creations had wrought. Mangled corpses ripped in half, the stench was overwhelming. His migraine hadn't gotten any better, he had never summoned that many Sithspawn at one time before. With more practice he might be able to summon larger beasts at a faster rate, but he was not yet strong enough to claim that he had mastered the tome. There was plenty of blood necessary to summon more, but as he began the ritual once more in an attempt to conjure more Sithspawn, he coughed up blood the instant he muttered the first word, and thin trails of blood rained down from his eyes like teardrops.

The consequences of using the tome were increasingly evident. Until now Lark had been able to filter through the damnable whispers that burrowed into his mind, but this heinous act went beyond anything he had ever used the haunted book for. I will master you, Lark thought as he chained the tome to his hip once more. As I grow in strength my willpower will dominate whatever primordial secrets are hidden within your infernal calligraphy.

Despite the maladies Lark unintentionally inflicted upon himself, he still considered his plan a worthwhile move, at least for the time being. The Sithspawn were accomplishing their mission. It was impossible to know if the Sith forces were having success in other parts of the facility, or if enemy troops, whoever they were, had overrun the place.

But he could sense foes nearby, as he continued to make his way deeper into the volcano, enchanted blade still in hand. Some of his Sithspawn had been cut down, and Lark was not content with letting the slaves take the brunt of the punishment. Surely those who set the slaves free would not use them as meat shields. Soon, they would emerge from the shadows.

And when they did, Lark would cut them down.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: En route to Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Funami Teriyaki"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"] & Co.
Objective: Pick a fight.

Vaulkhar paused as the young Sith padded towards him. He took a knee beside her so he was mostly eye level. Vaulkhar had always been relatively small in terms of his family and species, but even on a knee he had a few inches on the child. His left hand moved to squeeze her shoulder as he gently pressed his palm against his chest.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Funami. I promise," his words came out with a hint of warmth to them the cold Sith Lord mostly lacked. There was no questioning the oath. It was apparent by the look in his eyes he considered it factual and nothing else. Dropping his hands back at his sides, Vaulkhar rose to his feet and moved to exit the databanks. "C'mon kid, we have a Jedi to kill." And just as quickly as the emotion appeared, it vanished. Once again locked behind a wall of apathy.

Each step echoed throughout the halls of the station as the halfbreed moved towards the hangar. Orders were given to each and every officer, soldier, or Sith he crossed paths with. They eventually strode into the hangar and moved towards The Vagabond. Vaulkhar's ship shined in the iridescent light of the hangar. Rarely did the Sith Lord allow his ship to fall into disarray, as it had quickly become his pride and joy through his wanderings of the galaxy. A hollow laugh escaped him as Funami ran ahead and hopped into the co-pilots seat. Behind her a mostly silent Assassin Droid stared down at the girl, appearing almost offended. He turned to Vaulkhar and looked back at Funami.

"Vaulkhar, the girl has taken my chair."

Some sense of personality had developed within the Droid in the recent years. It caused another chuckle to escape the Sith Lord.

"That's fine, 19. You'll be piloting the ship. Get us down to the surface, my favorite Silver has reared his head."

The droid nodded before taking a position at the helm of the ship. As he readied the ship to take off, Vaulkhar moved towards the center of his vessel. He took a deep breath before slowly allowing his cloaked aura to leak out into the space around him. A sickly, cold feeling came over the ship as the Sith Lord's force signature would began to grow and expand beyond the recesses of his ship. Vaulkhar reached below to the planet's surface, searching for something.

Though the halfbreed could not find his prey, the growing force would grow nearer and nearer to the planet with each passing second.

"C'mon you old Jedi," he muttered softly to himself.

A single message would seep into the ether, searching for a particular Jedi.

"Be prepared old man. I'm coming for you."

 

[Tiland Kortun]

EN ROUTE COMMAND CENTER
Allies: [member="Aten Ramses"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jend-Ro Quill"]
Opponents: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] (Did I miss anyone?)

Another fold in the space-time continuum. Another lurch in whatever counted for an Anzati's stomach at his age and then they were in, advancing into the beginning of the command tower. Tiland settled deep into the Force, reaching out and sensing what lay around them. He could sense Darkness everywhere, especially in the presences of the Sith Lords, but the Dark Side saturated the entire structure. It radiated the Darkness around them.

Frowning, Tiland settled the staff firmly on the deck and moved up behind Coren as the Pathfinders began to spread out to engage the imperial guards. The others who were being drawn the Force were getting closer, but not quite as quickly as it seemed the Sith were. Curious, and perhaps concerning. But in all things, the Force guided things as it willed.

Coren's lightsaber ignited beside him and Tiland tightened the cord around the tea-thermos tied to the end of the staff. They weren't exactly going for stealth here, not with Coren's challenge to Carnifex, but it was certainly obnoxious to sometimes have tea-gourds clacking around and bouncing off walls.

"What do you feel the Force is telling you, Starchaser?" Tiland asked, after a moment, tightening the linen wraps around his wrists and hands. He had a feeling that they were going to be needed.

 

[WolfMortum]

KADAVO LABOR PROCESSING HUB​

SURFACE ENGAGEMENT ZONE/SHARED SPAWN​

Allies: [member="Phylis Alince"] & The Outer-Rim Coalition​

Expected Opposition: [member="Vaulkhar"] & [member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

Inventory: Jedi Robes | Lightsabers​

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"Be prepared old man. I'm coming for you".​

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Initially, Veiere wasn't entirely certain he had heard anything at all. Standing atop the eastern strut just shy of infiltrating the slaving facility, the echo of suspense carried across the veil of the Force caused the Jedi Master to stop in his tracks and turn his gaze out across the vast crater of the volcanic environment searching for the one whom had called to him. Squinting, Veiere couldn't identify the source of this contact, nor did he recognize the voice, what he did feel however was the presence of the Darkside bringing a sense of apprehension to his core, often followed by imminent danger when his senses were put on edge like this.

"Change of plans, I'm compromised" He spoke through the Comm's to [member="Phylis Alince"] and the rest of her team; "I'll do what I can to cause a distraction. May the Force be with you all" Veiere concluded before pulling the ear-piece away and tossing it over the side to plummet down into the crater below. His right hand moved to detach one of the two Lightsabers from his belt and then proceeded in through the maintenance hatch, finally stepping inside one of the corridors of the facility.

Resigned to the idea of walking into a fight, Veiere moved down the hallway, his cloak following behind his every step, the Jedi Master looking nothing alike the personnel meant to be there within the Slave Processing Compound. Without the need for subtlety, what he could provide was a distraction for the rest of the team, and in this, the presence of the light flowed out around him as Veiere sought to make his arrival known to those whom seemed already on the hunt for him.

'I'm not that bloody old'...

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"] & Co.
Objective: Accompany Vaulkhar, provide support


“Fufufufufu~,” the girl giggled at the droid’s protests. “It’s my chair now!”

Wriggling, she stuffed her body into the leather seat the best she could manage, whistling an innocent tune and deliberately avoiding the droid’s glower. Funami had never encountered a machine with this much personality, making her wonder if the restraining bolt was still lodged within its body. In the end, the small Sith did not really care. She derived enjoyment from teasing others and seeing their reactions and the droid did not disappoint.

With Vaulkhar’s disappearance into the back of the ship, the acolyte was given free rein over the place and surprisingly enough did not abuse the opportunity. A good little Sithling who struggled with procrastination like so many others, she set her eyes upon the canvas of space and watched the stars. A blank, unfocused stare forward, not changing even after the ship left the hanger bay and set course for the world below.

A vocal yawn, a stretch of her arms, and the young acolyte gazed about for entertainment, never too fond of space trips too long to be waited out and too short to allow starting anything meaningful. Spotting nothing suitable to levitate about except for the droid, Funami sunk into her seat and turned back to observing the galaxy.

Everything looked tiny from the ship. Even the processing hub appeared insignificant, just a shape no bigger than her palm. The idea of crushing this puny blob came to mind and Funami raised a hand in front of her face, pinching the processing hub between her fingers and giving it a squeeze as if determined to crush it via her telekinetic prowess. It was just a silly thing birthed in the little girl's head, a whimsical figment of her imagination. Even her vast hold over psychokinesis did not possess the strength to move planets and destroy entire buildings. As the Atrisian's tiny fingers parted, it revealed the structure had survived whole, growing bigger as they approached.

“Hmph.”

Slipping off the chair, Funami advanced toward the pilot’s chair. Over its back hung her protective crimson cape which she had left aboard earlier. Reaching out with her mind, the Sithling swept it off and draped the expensive cloth around her shoulders, feeling its warmth stave away the cold chill of the ship's interior. While a tiny bit more intimidating now, the little Sith had retained her adorable looks. With a spin on her heel, she turned and went after the Sith lord.

“I'll let you go first after we land, okay? You're the one who can actually deflect blasters.” She informed with a mischievous grin and tucked her arms beneath the cape.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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"Starchaser, how predictable."

The Dark Lord of the Sith retrieved his lightsaber from his side, the massive hilt sliding easily into his palm as he thumbed the ignition switch. A scarlet blade nearly two-meters in length sprung to life, hissing angrily is the cool recycled air. The Crownguard followed their Lord's example, broadsabers snapping to action as they spread out in a semi-circle behind the Dark Lord. Each of the Crownguard was taller than the Emperor by almost two-feet, their bodies cybernetically and genetically modified to be far superior than the average sentient. All had been specifically chosen among a large pool of Force-Sensitive Epicanthix to serve in this role, their minds altered with chemical stimulants and the Dark Side of the Force to be unceasingly loyal and obedient.

"Come then, Master Jedi. I think it's time we ended this charade once and for all."

Carnifex did not wait for Coren to come to him, despite his words. He instead lunged forward like a monstrous beast, bounding over assembly lines and other assorted machinery to close the gap between himself and Starchaser. His Crownguard followed suit, their attention focused on all of the allies that Coren had brought with him on this fool's errand.

[member="Jend-Ro Quill"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Aten Ramses"]​

[member="Darth Prazutis"]​

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Automated Facilities
Allies: TSE
Enemies: ORC| [member="Raven Ashe"]

The idea of having the emperor fight and win, while he'd have the possibility of losing was a thought that flowed through his mind for a mere moment, but this mere instant of negativity was long enough to swell up the boiling hatred and unyielding darkness within himself. Having just witnessed and even felt how the elegant, yet dangerous looking young woman (from his own point of view) managed to not just deflect or redirect his immense force push, but actually cleaved through it with her lightsaber as if she were cutting butter, the Sith Lord grit his teeth in anger and frustration.

It was clear that the blasterfire of his soldiers was not going to be effective at all at someone like her, whom he could sense to be very attuned to the dark side of the force, almost as if it was, in some way or another, guiding or aiding her. "This won't work," Darth Halcyon sighed as he saw the woman rush through the corridor, no doubt intending to strike him down with relentless bloodlust and fury. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed and ignited his own lightsaber, gripping the reinfored durasteel of his curved hilt tightly as the black blade shot out of the front. His eyes snapped to the side, with the troopers still frantically firing at the incoming target, Darth Halcyon simply raised his free hand, using the force to telekinetically lift one of the troopers in the air and flung the poor man with great force towards [member="Raven Ashe"] before propelling himself through the corridor as well, attempting to surprise the woman by slicing clean through the trooper's abdomen with a controlled and steady upwards swing. "show me your power...child."

[member="Raven Ashe"]

 

[Raven Ashe]

Location: Automated Facilities
Primary Objective: Erase Obstacles to the Databanks
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition & Allies
Enemies: The Sith Empire & Allies
Armor: Raven's Mettle

Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill, kill, killkillkill...

As the two Sith of different Masters flew at one another, Raven's Shadow streaked down the corridor. It swept up along the wall and arched overhead of the clashing combatants. Troopers that had suddenly gone silent -- knowing a Sith Lord had become an obstacle they could ill-afford to shoot -- were its prey. Meager morsels. Credius would be a far more satisfying and delectable meal. In this case, however, it would heed the Sithling's desire. They became stronger together, and the stronger they became the more appetizing the potential meal they could share. One Trooper would begin to scream as the shadow shared the same physical body. Yes, the screams reminded it of long gone days, but there was little Force to be found here. The next would likely be just as unsatisfying.

Back down the corridor, Raven twisted her left shoulder back as the Trooper had been thrown at her. The suffering endured would be short as her saber sliced down his length from above as Credius' came in from below. Likely they would clash together, and for just a moment the twin black blades would be locked; their owners able to meet one another eye-to-eye at last. A few words parted between opponents. "Tell me, were you at Pantora?" her voice filtered by the helmet that also hid her features.

Halcyon's burst had left its marks on the corridor, but not nearly enough for Raven's liking. As their sabers were locked, her command of the Force expanded outward until it touched every surface around them. Then it continued to push. Harder. Harder. All in a span of a second it crushed and broke the metal that divided one chamber of the facility from the next. Lights snapped, broke, and went dark around them. Raven's voice intoned once more, "Were you?"

Tag: [member="Zark"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Seniya Nehir"]​