Dominion [DIA] Lah’mu’s Shadow: A Diarchy Divided (Diarchy Dominion of Lah’mu hex)

[Diarch Reign]

The echoes of Darth Kakus reverberated through the Northern Front. His sons, the Diarchs Reign and Rellik, felt his presence like a phantom limb. Visions, fragmented and unsettling, plagued their minds, hinting at the mystery surrounding their father's demise and a hidden legacy of power. Driven by these visions and a desire for the knowledge Kakus supposedly amassed, they initiated a clandestine search of planets near Bastion, following the faint trail of their father's past.

The Diarchy's legions marched with relentless efficiency, but whispers trailed in their wake. The "peace through order" mantra, once a unifying cry, now sounded like the chilling pronouncements of a Sith tyrant to some. The brutality, though subtle, was still there. Kakus's shadow loomed large, and many wondered if Reign and Rellik were truly any different.

On Lah'mu, a world of windswept plains and primitive settlements, these doubts crystallized. The planet was strategically insignificant, but the clues led them there – hints of a hidden base, obscured by planetary scans. The Diarchy's forces landed, split into two primary operations: the search for Kakus's lair and the establishment of a foothold on the world.

As the Diarchy delves deeper into Lah'mu they begin to realize that there are more pressing matters that must be taken care of. The whispers of revolt begin to grow louder in their presence, a schism is beginning to form internally.

Objective One: Kakus's Lair

• Mountain Expedition: Reign, Rellik, and a detachment of the Brotherhood navigate the harsh Lah'mu mountains, guided by cryptic coordinates pieced together from their visions and old data logs.
• Droid Guardians: Upon discovering a concealed entrance, the Brotherhood faces waves of deactivated but powerful security droids. These droids were programmed by Darth Kakus himself to protect the lair from possible enemies.
• Lair Discoveries: Inside the base there are a number of documents left behind depicting possible cloning experiments. The discovery of these documents deepens the mystery surrounding Kakus's "death" and fuels the Diarchs' own ambitions.

Objective Two: The Fortress

• Peace Offering: Network Agents approach a tribal chief, offering resources and protection in exchange for trade and the allowance of a limited Diarchy presence.
• Internal Dissension: Enlisted legionaries, witnessing the negotiations and the raw poverty of Lah'mu's people, voice their growing discomfort. Some see this as exploitation, not liberation.
• The Fortress Occupation: Diarchy forces establish a fortified outpost near the chief's village. Tensions rise as the legions begin enforcing the Diarchy's laws, clashing with the local customs

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Lah’mu | Mountain Ranges
Tags: Laphisto Diarch Rellik Lord Dvasius Zanami Zinayn Kebii'kara Solus

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For weeks the Diarch had been hearing whispers of his father’s name. A report from the network on lost experiments running rampant, to visions of his father standing over him and a mysterious laboratory hidden in the mountains.

“Find me”

he had said to the Diarch. Puzzled, he had poured through data logs and spoken with his brother. Which had led them here. To the peaceful planet of Lah’mu. And upon this treacherous path through the mountains. Locals had informed him of a haunted place, where “dark powers” were at work.

Now, here he was. A cohort of fellow force users with him, tracking down what could be the start of a great mystery.

Turning to his brother he said

“It never sat right with me, father’s “disappearance” no one that powerful just vanishes. I hope here we can find some answers.”

he had to speak loudly to be heard over the wind, as well as the mask that covered his face from the bitter cold and snow.

 

[Glade]

Location: Meeting their Keyrunner's Lead
Tag: Darth Nathrax
Background - Rogue Protocol Crew: Sickle | Chronicle | Ibis | Juju | Savant | Hound

A purple hoverchair drifted out of a black repulsor van, the van's cloaking field raising up again as the doors sealed shut. Glade was alone. Remote support from her crew if needed, but the Rogue's were scattered, each handling their own piece of the op. Hers was a mix of interesting and nerve-wracking. Sounded like quite a ride, if it didn't get her killed first.

A lifetime ago, her mum would have lost it with her if she knew Glade was working with a Sith, even in passing. Firemane had strong principles about that, it stood against all they were about. But this was different… she hoped, different people, different place and different time. Maybe. At least she told herself that. Either way, she was in so deep now. No way to back out. Sounding familiar?

She blew a sharp breath, pfffftttting her hair up out of her eyes. Contract was signed and creds were wired in already, and the Diarchy Keyrunners had put their trust in her. Her Gridlock-Chain was keyed in, and in this line of work, breaking a grid-chain contract wasn't an option, not unless you wanted to flatline real quick. Her dark purple armor clung sleek, snug and comfortable, but that wasn't the only thing keeping her safe out here. Sitting in a memory chair like no other.

Visor popped on, jacked into the Undernet. Her head twitched, and her HUD flashed. This much tech on one person should be illegal, but Glade wore it like she was born in it, systems humming, almost swallowing her whole. Displays on her hover chair scrolled masses of data, pinging the environment to trace, and watching out for her purple butt. Fyor-droid in her chair kept her updated.

"Well I'm kinda here." She tapped into their comm frequency, scanning the meeting place. Hoping she had the right place. Her lifeform detector pulsed, looking for shapes wandering around on her HUD. Typical, didn't even know who her contact was this time. Another day, another mystery meet-up. Like the last five.

Gear:

Spoiler

SIO 1 Echo Chair with internal Fyor-Droid and Mirage Connection
Black and Neon Purple Durastreet Armor (No helmet) / Exo-glove
Swift Hand Pistol / Small Knife / Small Holdout Bolter around her neck

Chair Storage:
Scramble Key
Tricks: False Eye | Fingerprint Masque
Twin Keys: Slicer's Key | Resonator Key

 

[Zanami]

Lah'mu's Shadow

"The Key to Joy is Disobedience"
- Aleister Crowley -

Location: Lah'mu / Mountain Ranges
Gear: in Sig
Tags: Diarch Reign

They're Coming to Take Me Away

<Why are we here, Girl?>, the voice known as Madness spoke unapproving in the young Sith's mind, opting for a chiding tone than an inquisitive one. Zanami, her eyes showing no signs of Madness in them, looked through the eye slots of her mask, standing among the others who gathered to join this Diarch Reign and his brother on a quest; what the quest was, she didn't know. Zanami wonder if the voice, as well as the other two residents, actually pay attention when she was in control.

<We are here because I decided we should be, Madness>

In truth she came because she craved chaos and adventure, and she figured somewhere statistically the two brothers would require a guide, where she would guide them, she didn't know; but what better guide was there than a member of the Tsis'kaar, a Sith assassin. She was built for stealth, physically and technologically, harboring secrets that were well established by her physical appearance. Mother and Father, for all the hatred she possessed for that diabolical duo, they were far generous in giving her the necessary tools to play the role of monster.

However, the trio of disembodied voices living in the fissures of her fractured mind wasn't planned, a twisted side effect. Or were they?

 

[Darth Nathrax]

Nathrax was interested in the world of Lah'mu, it was another conquest to show the dominance of his forces. His shuttle sped down from orbit, a short-lived huff coming from him as he felt his body jerk from the sudden impact of gravity. As the ramp to the back of the shuttle lowered, wind whipped past him, almost pulling off his mask as it did. Below he saw a peaceful, if only sparsely populated world, how quaint. Such a planet was barely worth conquering!

Soon his shuttle touched down at the agreed upon location, where he would meet with his contact. She was called Glade, and that was all he knew of her. Apparently she was of some amount of import to the Diarchs schemes. It didn't matter much to Nathrax, she would serve her purpose, just as all members of the Diarchy would.

The Sith soon caught sight of Glade , placing a pensive finger upon his chin. So this was his contact? A woman in a hover chair, one who seemed to have already been through battle? Excellent, he thought! Surely if anyone would be obedient and efficient it would be someone with such experience!.

"It would seem that the Diarchs have quite the eye for quality in their servants. I have no doubt this one will be useful to the cause. If she is willing to give herself so completely to such a thing..."

Nathrax then circled the woman as a predator skulking in the underbrush, wondering just what she would do in the presence of someone like him, a being that radiated a dark power. His hellish Sith eyes were constantly assessing her, trying to intimidate the woman with just a glance.

"Status report Agent, I need to know exactly what is happening on the ground. Surely you have already accomplished this task?"

 

[Glade]

Location: Meeting Spot
Tag: Darth Nathrax
Background - Rogue Protocol Crew: Sickle | Chronicle | Ibis | Juju | Savant | Hound​

Having him circling her made her want to spin her chair—not for any real reason, just to see what would happen!

Feeling the potential lethality so close to hand got her working, "Nano-sec." Glade checked the incoming feeds from the team. While others might present reports in hardcopy, her team worked in the moment, accessing more data than a small intelligence agency could. "Fyor, spill it." The girl behind the visor punched in a few commands.

A remarkably eloquent droid spoke from within her chair.

<<Miss Glade, it appears the local population is predominantly agricultural, as expected. Since our arrival, there have been multiple incidents culminating in a challenging situation with a tribal leader. Savant has analyzed a pattern—these disturbances align with the movement of credits toward local union groups and tribes via charities or political outreach programs, set against timed RWN broadcasts.>> Rim World News, not exactly top-of-the-line reporting anyway, HNN or GNN any day!

She could see where this was going. "Any corpos or suits?" she asked, hoping to steer their attention toward the real names here, not just the workers. Fyor already knew what she wanted. He had been more than a droid companion; once a friend in the flesh, now a lifelong digital persona, never forgotten. OH forcegods, she just thought of maybe recreating someone else she missed deeply in her memory palace; no bad idea, bad bad idea.

<<There are a few notable politicians and corporate leaders involved, Miss Glade. Primarily, GeneGrain Systems—a major galactic food processing company—seeks to maintain control without outside interference. Its local executive officer, Hortro Atossil, a Twi'lek, has been vocal in his opposition to any Diarchy influence. He controls much of the planetary industrial output. Sickle reports that two local politicians are on his payroll—Chandrilans, I believe. Their names are Pome Rend and Sare Dege.>>

Sickle reporting anything so cleanly made her giggle, more like she'd shouted it down the comms. Glade looked at the Sith Lord. Or rather, she tracked him, using four different sensory devices to monitor his movements and vocal expressions, without ever turning her head from her visor or chair. Screens flashed with updates for her to read.

"Guess ya wanna know where to, um… press?"

A hologram projected to life in front of the chair in a crisp resolution, none of those tacky Old Republic knockoffs. The display detailed several sites linked to the agricultural corporation: a corporate headquarters, a local political council building in one of the planet's sparse urban centers, and a local RWN news station broadcasting the biased interviews and coverage—a direct competitor to GNN, usually on good terms but probably less so today.

Plenty of targets. But he had a team at his disposal, not just her. He could assume she would travel with him on his transport, or give him a ride.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto trudged forward through the snow-laden mountain path, his armored form standing resolute against the biting winds that swept down from the peaks. The green plating of his armor bore the weight of frost, ice crystals clinging to its surface as if trying to lay claim to the warmth beneath. His wings, partially tucked for balance, caught stray flakes of snow, the membrane shifting slightly as he adjusted to the terrain.

He wasn't here for personal answers, nor did he hold any deep ties to the mystery of Reign and Rellik's father, but he understood the weight of unresolved pasts. The wind howled around them, its voice a ghostly warning against those who sought forbidden knowledge.

As they pressed on, his taloned feet left deep impressions in the ice, the subtle scrape of claws against rock a quiet reminder of his presence. His tail, partially braced against the ground for stability, flicked lightly as he scanned the jagged cliffs ahead. If someone had gone to great lengths to keep this place forgotten, then they would be wise to prepare for more than just the cold.

His voice carried over the wind, steady and grounded. "If there's something waiting for us here, I'd rather meet it on our terms than stumble blindly into a trap." His grip flexed briefly at his side, fingers brushing the hilt of his weapon. "You said the locals spoke of 'dark powers.' That's never an exaggeration."


The climb ahead was treacherous, the snow growing deeper as they neared what was once a hidden path. The mountain loomed above them, its shadow stretching long in the pale light of Lah'mu's sun. Whatever truths lay buried here, they would soon unearth them—one way or another.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Zinayn Kebii'kara Solus Zanami

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn followed closely behind Laphisto , shivering slightly. He'd neglected to bring any form of an overcoat; just his robes, a long sleeve shirt underneath, and some thermal layer. The cold pierced through his measly defences like a knife into a birthday cake. He sighed, and a small cloud of water vapor fogged up his goggles for a moment. All he could see ahead was the dragon commander's towering figure, and white.

When Zinayn received news about this dark crypt exploration the Diarchs would be doing, he had a feeling that Laphisto would be eager to help. The Chiss hadn't been so enthusiastic, but he came along nonetheless. After seeing who he and Laphisto would be making this journey with, he started feeling glad that he came. Sith, Sith, more Sith. He knew that Laphisto trusted these Diarchs, but if this haunted place truly was infested with the dark side, who knew how the Diarchs would react to all the evil energy? And not just the Diarchs, but the other dark-siders with them too.

His hand subconsciously inched closer to the Harbinger of Balance with a LO-56E Light charge inside, feeling some sort of comfort by knowing that if there were any spooky spirits in there, he'd have some defense.

A strong blast of wind threw his hood off, exposing his messy blue-black hair to the fierce wind. Zinayn growled in frustration and put the hood back on, holding it still. He hoped they wouldn't have to walk much farther.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Zanami Kebii'kara Solus

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

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CURRENT MISSION - Tomb Raiding
Immediate Goals -
1: Assist the Diarchs to uncover their pasts...

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto || Diarch Rellik || Zinayn || Diarch Reign

FOE(s) - Zanami (Potentially)

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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The Drakeling shivered, despite the rather temperate day, and the blue and yellow trimmed Mandalorian echoed the sentiment in a more subtle way. One of the downsides of trying to reconcile Jetii with Dar'Jetti was that you had to face the depths of both - and they had a nasty habit of creeping back up on you.

Huddling around the beskarweave cloak, the rosy irises of the drakeling acted as mirrors for the armored Lasat's - peering into something that was obscured by snow, distance, and forgetfulness. Something, as her commander had rightly determined as something they would prefer to fight on their own terms.

"So does that mean we go in, or do we seek to draw them out?" Both had risks, both for the actual strike team and the villagers in the nearby area. She trusted her comrades, who she had met aboard Aurora Station in its nascency, far more than the Diarchs - with no offense to either them. Even when the taloned Grand Master of the Lilaste Order made questionable decisions, she still respected them, and considered him the closest thing to a commander.

Considering the fate of the Sunstar Order, he may have been the last true commander she would have had.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Objective One​

Tags: Diarch Reign Kebii'kara Solus Zinayn Laphisto

The co-head of the Diarchy had been quiet so far. As much as he enjoyed the snow - the harsh treacherous terrain of their expedition was keeping all of his focus. He never really cared for walking on an ice laden edge with nothing keeping him from falling down a mountain side. A soft anxious chuckle leaving his mouth with cold fog filled breath. His beard was full of ice and snow that had began clinging to his face. Reminding him of a time long ago when Diarch Reign and him were in a swamp that froze over with their father Kakus. His words at the time always a loving memory. "Heat is in the body. If you stop moving, you will freeze and die."

Diarch Reign said:
"It never sat right with me, father's "disappearance" no one that powerful just vanishes. I hope here we can find some answers."

The cold wind howled behind Reigns words. Rellik keeping his head down while responding, looking at the trail of snow beneath the party.

"At least we are on the same page. It was a disappearance, not a death. Even in our youth we have found ways to defy death. He must have something planned and we will find him. Every vault of knowledge we come across, every extension of his life and history; leads us further to the truth."

As if merely speaking of him invocated the man himself. The storm only picked up higher. You could barely see the person in front of you, let alone the path ahead.

Laphisto and Kebii spoke:
"If there's something waiting for us here, I'd rather meet it on our terms than stumble blindly into a trap."
"So does that mean we go in, or do we seek to draw them out?"

They were not wrong. The brothers Diarch were in the front of the pack and even then, they did not have a real idea of how close they were - or the dangers within.

Their guide from the village had told them that the structure was near the next peak on the mountain. Even its enormous shape was hidden in the fog of the storm.

As the group continued Rellik patted Reign on the shoulder, offering to take his place in the front fully and eat the brunt of the storm for the party. As he went to pass his brother he slipped and fell. Slamming his knee, shoulder and part of his face into the ground beneath him.

The ice upon the ground was as hard as Duracrete. Opening his eyes and looking where his hand had landed he realized under the snow - it was Duracrete. They had arrived at the plateau leading up to the opening of their fathers base. Wiping away the snow further he tried to decipher what the Ur-Kittat engraved on it said but to no avail. The thick layer of ice distorted the written words and he had no choice but to move past it for now.

Yelling for everyone in the party to hear he announced their arrival and that they were coming up on the entrance.

"We must be close, keep together! Push forward and we will light a fire and warm our clothes soon."

After a upbeat walk from the party they arrived at the door. A giant double door entrance that was carved into the mountain with Ur-Kittat written along the sides of the entrance.

"Give me a moment to translate this and we will be inside my friends. You have all done well and are appreciated. Thank you for joining us on this arduous journey."

 

[Damos Vakaro]

While the Network was responsible for organizing this summit and leading negotiations, High Councilor Vakaro saw keen interest in this meeting, representing the Diarchy's supply and production concerns. Of course, Darth Nathrax was the one leading this summit for the Diarchy's side and Damos was simply looking to tag along. Damos's shuttle would touch besides Nathrax's and Damos and he made his way to rendezvous with him. Damos eyed his data pad and went over the dossier one more time. Another agriculture world to turn into a breadbasket and potential source of manpower for the Diarchy's military. If they were to acquire this world, it would work wonders in their plans in expanding across the galaxy.

As Damos made his way to meet with his associates, he entered the room where Nathrax had met their contact, Glade and was interested in her layout. She had a hover chair and Nathrax seemed to pace around her. Seemingly he wanted to show dominance by claiming that he could walk the room as he pleased but the look on the agent's face was that of indifference. Damos felt it was a bit much but whatever he wanted to do, he would let him.

As the agent finished speaking with his associate, Damos stepped forward.

"Forgive my sudden appearance." Damos said to Glade. "But I am looking to know about the agricultural sector on Lah'mu. Do you know who the largest players are when it comes to land ownership and production of agricultural goods?"

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Tags: Diarch Rellik Laphisto Kebii'kara Solus Zinayn Zanami

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The storm had picked up, growing in intensity as if the very mention of their father caused the world to revolt against them. Or, even more likely, the man himself had a part to play here.
Speaking softly to his brother he said

"How do we know that what we find will still be our father?"

Then having the serious mood be broken as his brother seemed to slip and fall flat on his face. A large grin that was hidden behind the black mask Reign wore for the cold could be seen by the crinkle of his eyes. However, the smile left as soon as it came when his brother announced that they had arrived at their destination.

As Rellik attempted to decipher the riddle to the door, Reign took it upon himself to provide some training for the brotherhood Legionarius that had accompanied the Diarchs on their first field mission. Commenting on the two participating in their Katas as Reign observed.

"Good, remember your footing, all it takes is one small misstep and you've lost an arm"

The young male adjusted and his female counterpart followed suit.

Despite the overwhelming darkness that could be felt on the other side of the door, the mood was one of jovial comradery, the large door to the base and tucked away location provided them some shelter from the storm, as well as a beautiful vista that could be seen from a nearby cliffside.

There were two Tiros who had come as observers during their initial lessons, that happened to be kicking and throwing small pebbles down the cliffside, counting how long they took to hit the water below as a means of judging distance. However, when the Diarch saw this, he quickly ran over.

"Do not disturb the water"

And no sooner had the words left his mouth, then a terrible roaring sound was made. It took what appeared to be no time at all before a large multitentacled beast mounted the cliffs edge in front of them.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

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CURRENT MISSION - Watchers in the Water
Immediate Goals -
1: Repel the beast!

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto || Diarch Rellik || Zinayn || Diarch Reign

FOE(s) - Zanami (Potentially)

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || Diarch Reign || Diarch Rellik || Zinayn || OPEN

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Storms accelerated, and cloaks would be raised to shield oneself and those that march after them from the squall. After the trudging, they had arrived at their destination, one Diarch slipping on the runes that he would now decipher - the other acting as a beacon for those to rally around.

"Stay close! Circle up!" With a wave of her fire-spear, the plasma sparking a lesser beacon of her own, before couching it and assuming a lance-holding stance. They were cleary upon the threshold of a fortress, or at least a redoubt - and every sense in the Lasat's body was sifting through what could be construed as mundane... or something more.

Beneath her helm, ears swiveled to meet the telltale sound of pebbles finding purchase in liquid. Not cracking against ice - liquid. With the buffeting of snow, how could there be any liquid? Let alone a placid lake? Motioning for her bonded pale Drakeling dismounted, and gritted through the strange winds atop the mountain to see what was well and truly a lake - a lake atop a snow-capped mountain.

Fascination turned to fear, as the Diarch bade their escorts to not disturb the water - but it was too little too late. The drakeling yelped, sputtering out a surprised bout of flame against the first tendril emerging far too close to her, while Kebii'kara used one hand in the Force to drag one of the hapless Tiros from the edge of the waters, and the other to activate her Fire-Spear's burst of plasma onto the creature.

"Don't let the beast escape!" the Mandalorian barked. "If it retreats, it will go beneath the waters to within the structure!"

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stood near the fringes of the gathered group, arms crossed over his chest as his wings rested loosely at his back. His keen senses flickered between idle observation and practiced alertness, his ear occasionally twitching at the faint echo of stones splashing below as the locals tossed them into the waters. At first, it struck him as little more than a quaint custom—primitive perhaps, but harmless. Simple people living simple lives.

That illusion shattered the moment Reign's voice cut sharply through the howling wind.

"Do not disturb the water"

Laphisto's head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as the tension in the air thickened. The locals had already tossed one stone too many. His instincts flared as he turned just in time to see Kebii'kara Solus yanking one of the native guides to safety with a swift pull of the Force. Without hesitation, Laphisto's taloned hand shot forward, gripping the other guide by the collar and yanking them backward, muscles rippling beneath the plates of his armor as he hurled the native away from the water's edge.

A split second later, a thick, glistening tentacle erupted from the water like a serpent, crashing down where the guide once stood, splintering rock and sending ice and duracrete shards flying.

The swarming mass of tendrils writhed violently, and Laphisto's instincts screamed at him to move. He spun on his heel to retreat, his wings half-flaring for balance—but the snow beneath him betrayed him. His taloned feet skidded across the slick, frozen duracrete, and he lost his footing, crashing down with a heavy thud into the cold slush. similar to Diarch Rellik moments prior

With a low, rumbling growl of frustration, he wiped the snow from his face, just in time to catch Reign's sharp-eyed gaze from across the chaos. In that fleeting moment, a shadow loomed above him, followed by a crushing impact. A monstrous tentacle came down like a hammer,with a sickening crunch of bone

His breath caught in his throat as he gasped for a breath he didnt know he was in desperate need of, the vision now behind him. He'd seen his death enough times to know when to act differently..How many times had he stared down his own end? Enough that he had long lost count.

He lunged into action before the events could repeat themselves. As Reign's warning rang out again, Laphisto's powerful legs coiled and launched him forward. His claws found the second guide just as the creature stirred beneath the water's surface. He hoisted the native into the air with practiced ease, hurling them aside to safety.

This time, there would be no slip. With a flex of his wings and a surge through the Force, Laphisto propelled himself upward in a blur of green and steel. Snow and loose gravel scattered beneath him as he arced backward through the air, landing with a solid crunch of talons against the icy ridge far from the shoreline. His armored frame crouched low as he surveyed the emerging horror below.

Teeth bared in a grimace, he muttered under his breath, "I've had enough of visions like that." His tail lashed behind him, ready for whatever came next. Hearing kebi shout about not letting the beast go his head snapped back towards the massive thing and he reached out with the force, grabbing hold of a slimy tentacle with a low throated snarl and he began to pull. and slowly the Creature started to move ashore against its own will as he shouted out towards the others " iv got it kill the damned thing hurry!"


Zinayn

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn came to a stop by the duracrete that Diarch Rellik had fallen on. Engraved in the surface was some phrase in some script he couldn't read. Probably some warning about the ice...or the haunted crypt. He took a step forward, past the stone, and heard a powerful roar. The vibrations seemed to shake his bones and even displace some snow and ice. Zinayn turned towards the sound, his hand on the Harbinger . On the cliff edge, tentacles gripped the ice.

His gaze snapped over to Laphisto , who was currently soaring through the air with a confused and scared local in his claw. Zinayn unsheathed his katana and turned towards the ledge. Kebii'kara Solus was firing at the creature below valiantly, but he knew that wouldn't be enough. They needed to attack it together all at once to make a big effect.

At some point while he was looking at Kebii and the Tiros, Laphisto had managed to grab hold of one of the tentacles, dragging the creature out of the water with an impressive feat of strength. Zinayn turned towards the Diarchs and shouted over the snow, "Diarchs! Let us attack all at once so we may dispatch this beast quickly!"

Zinayn made haste towards the edge of the cliff, looking down into the water, and the thrashing creature within. He poured the Force into the blade, and it responded with a growing blue glow on the cutting edge. He crouched down, preparing to leap upon the beast, and awaited the Diarchs' command.

Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Objective One​

As he approached the Diarch felt the aura of the force imbued within the wall. Even in its malicious nature it felt like home. To him it was funny how something so heavy, dark, and foul could feel like a distant memory. As if suffering was a smell you could catch a whiff of and hold unto with love.

Yet the time was now for him to do his part and not reminisce but instead aid his fellow Diarchy and Lilaste members get within the tomb and find the answers they seek.

Its doors held large engravings of Ur-Kittat - all of which was easily translatable.

Atitrazi tu ziur nuyak eyes. Aikste tu'iea raka ir girdeti nuyak khutrai

Rellik spoke the words softly and pondered their meaning.

"Within you see my eyes. Place your hand and hear my language"

There was one portion above the center of the door he did not know entirely. It laid upon the center of the door. Almost as if it was the pinnacle of the verse.

Vatvo are etah, ch'at in'a bah Kakus - (Few are they, to one of Kakus)

The words were a distant memory to Rellik but some held true to this day, it appeared to be Cheunh - the language of the Chiss. Vavto are etah - "Few are they - Kakus."

What did his father have few of. That was the question he did not know the answer to.

As the Legionaries and locals threw rocks or more so large chunks of ice down the mountainside he pondered the question. Than it hit him. He spoke aloud but mostly directed his voice towards Zinayn as he spoke.

"Does anyone know the Cheunh word for friend?!"

As if on que he heard a powerful roar. A beast was coming from the side of the mountain where the few were throwing stones. Laphisto and his allies took quick and decisive action. Unique weapons such as Kebii'kara Solus fiery spear and Zinayn katana shaped blade were unsheathed. Showing the militaristic and powerful nature of his allies to the Diarch for the first time. His eyes a fiery glow as he realized he was surrounded by kindred spirits. - Warriors

Rellik moved to aid his compatriots as they began the battle. Kebii taking the strategic lead and commanding that the beast be taken now, while Laphisto put words to action and ensured it would not escape. Zinayn rallied the Lilaste troops and the Diarchs themselves... yet when Rellik went to aid his fellows he felt a halting force.

Kakus

The aura of his father was unmistakable and it held him at the gates to the mountainside structure.

You do not need them for the power within. It is your birth rite. Let them die and take what is yours.

An dark presence spoke within his ear as he was frozen. Similar to his father but with a more malicious aura than he had ever felt when speaking to the man. It was not right - and Rellik was as frozen in place as the duracrete of the structure.

 

[Bjorn Akaanir]

Lah’mu’s Shadow

Objective One

TAG | Diarch Rellik | Zinayn | Laphisto | Diarch Reign |

The wind whipping hard, small snowflakes could be seen, quiet as a mouse except for the wind whistling, the sky was a weird beige color. Climbing to the top of some massive mountain for a Temple. The Diarchy boys had their work cut out for them trying to find out what happened to their dad. Rellik hired Bjorn to help them out, the pay was too good to refuse.

As The group noticed the monster coming and prepared for an attack, little did they know they were being watched from a nearby mountain top. Bjorn kneeling down watching them through his T Visor zoomed in, thinking he must have been crazy, taking a job from this Rellik guy to help with some dang Force User crap. Oh well, Bjorn didn't care either way, he needed to make a living, and now with the only Mandalorians are being the Neo Crusaders, he had to make do as he was not about to join mandalorians obsessed with the ancient Jedi Civil War.

Bjorn checked all his weapons and body suit and tech to make sure it was ready. He looked up to see the beast. What the hell did they wake up over there he wondered. Bjorn simply shook his head. Bjorn return his view to normal, stood to his feet, and held out his right arm. With a simple voice command, he fired a rocket at the beast and then followed it up with a kamonian saber dart. Bjorn watched the rocket hit the beast and explode causing it pain and up road wildly and then the saber dart hitting it wouldn't do much to a beast that size, but it would make it slightly weaker. Bjorn activated his jetpack flying over the canyon space that separated the group and Bjorn. Bjorn would land next to Rellik with a loud thud and quickly draw his blaster pointing it at the beast preparing to fire at it. He spoke to Rellik as he aimed down sights.

"Hope I am not too late, you hired me, I am here, i hit it with a rocket and a Saber Dart, the Saber dart will num it's strength a bit but not much."