Dominion Embraced by Darkness | GA Dominion of N'zoth and Thrantin

[Mesh Zetnu]

Abandoned Yevethan cruiser // Regicide // Aerarii Tithe Gala Geert Kir Dantos Kotos OPEN
Kit: REC/STA-02 Advanced Shocktrooper Armour; Series Two; Dark Brown Jedi Overcloak; Mesh Zetnu's Bronze Lightsaber
Ship: REC-AS01 B-wing Assault Starfighter
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Padawans. Fools! Mesh watched with dismay as the young Padawan disregarded his instructions and attacked again with his lightsabers. It was a foolish endeavor. Mesh would not let the sacrifice that his fellow Jedi Knight made to keep this Padawan alive be in vain. These beasts of the dark had destroyed a fellow Jedi. They had destroyed his ship, and they threatened to disrupt the efforts of peace and stability that the Alliance was bringing to this sector. They must be exterminated. There was no value in them.

Anger and emotion flashed through Mesh as dark side energy began to build within him. As a student and master of Form VII, Juyo, the form of the dark side Mesh had long become in touch with these emotions. How to manage them. How to channel them. They made him a more powerful Jedi. They made him a more effective force for order and for good in the galaxy. While some in the New Jedi Order certainly frowned on this, would they rather watch here now as Starweirds tore apart the future of the Order and the threatened all good in the galaxy. Anger, turning to rage, turning to darkness.

Mesh was suddenly at the center of a massive Force telekensis explosion. Force Energy exploded out of him. He looked up dropping his Jedi cloak and began to focus the energy before it could cause too much damage to the area. Carefully he channeled his rage and his inner darkness. He focused it into several Force Crushes, grabbing the two Starweirds that Kotos had attacked he crushed them with Force Energy. Extinguishing their very beings within the force. The explosions of force crush would now begin erupting around the Hangar as Mesh targeted the Starweirds charging him.

Mesh did not hesitate. He acted smashing the few remaining Starweirds before drawing the energy back within himself. He would begin to use the Force Power 'Calm Mind' to attempt to relax the energy pulsing now through himself, the dark side of the force using him as a conduit as he momentarily blacked out and collapsed on the floor of the Hangar.

 

[Bernard]

Somewhere, in space.
Byoo.
Alone at the edge of a universe, humming a tune.

In the dim light of the last neon green light stick, the situation seemed more grave than either of them had initially assumed. Owing to the ship's ample supplies, it was becoming abundantly clear that boredom would reap them to usher their consciousness into oblivion long before old age could catch up. The main symptom of this metaphysical ailment was already manifesting itself quite severely.

Both Sarn and Bernard were lying collapsed against the sofas in the room. Sarn rested on his stomach, filling the length of one couch, while Bernard sat upside down on the couch, so his legs hung over its headrest. The Jedi was exerting himself against the force of artificial gravity in an attempt to draw heated chocolate milk through a straw from a cup on the floor. The storage hangar had turned out to be a treasure trove of nutritionally valuable foodstuffs, freshly preserved in vacuum-sealed stasis-crates.

The sound of liquid bubbling through a straw was the only sound in the room. Over the last few weeks, they had exhausted every topic of conversation either of them had thought up, ending in their current state of ennui-driven vegetation with no hope of change in sight.

Initially, Bernard had attempted practice meditating and repeating lengthy sets of lightsabre techniques while Sarn was off catching up on his paperwork. It helped bring a sense of peace to the day-to-day worries of being stranded in space, but after a few days, Sarn began to interrupt his meditations with increasing frequency. The Marshal had finished all outstanding work and was now left wandering the small ship aimlessly, bored out of his mind and soon that contagion spread to Bernard, who, after nearly a week of self-improvement, soon found himself charged with keeping Sarn entertained.

"This sucks," Sarn broke the silence hanging over them in the ship's cafeteria.

Bernard continued to drink through the straw.

"They better give us a hazard bonus next time we agree to watch over 'important cargo'," he continued.

Bernard shrugged, accidentally losing hold of the straw in the process and fumbling to catch it again. It was perhaps the twenty-third time Sarn had complained about additional pay.

"Or better yet, next time Pech asks me to go on an escort assignment I'll tell him to krong a sithspawn. That'll show him. Telling us 'there's virtually no risk to either of you'," he began imitating Pech's Coruscanti manner of speaking. "'All possible hazards and contingencies should prove to be trivial at worst.' Yeah right, trivial. If it wasn't for that last-minute food shipment, we would have starved to death two weeks ago! And then what? Two of his best Marshals just go missing on an 'important' cargo escort assignment hauling around some shiny piece of space junk on his watch, and he's left explaining to the director why they had to plot a route outside Alliance space! The nerve of him. All we had to do was keep along the Starbird, but no, going through the Koornacht Cluster would 'make a significant reduction in estimated travel time'. I can't believe that shavit. How about you Bernard?"

Bernard had stopped sipping his beverage and was instead now staring towards the entrance with an expression somewhere between surprise and confusion.

Sarn turned to look at the source of Bernard's perplexion to find that at some point during his speech the door had quietly swooshed open to reveal an emaciated, wiry figure with long limbs and almost claw-like fingers. It now stared vacantly with its sunken, dead eyes at the two of them while its mouth, like an abyss, hung agape emanating a soft whine.

"Sithspit."

 

[Taysonyl Callenid]

Qell Auraeli Alex Locke Frea Sheplin | Andien Gale Zahara Myneto | a ton of people

Belle of the ball.
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She couldn't talk, but for once, she listened. Qell's instructions were simple enough and Tay couldn't think of anything else to do. Whatever had been happening before was completely out of her head. She was in the moment again. The stress, the stick, the stars. There was a brief moment of loneliness before the Yevethans made themselves known again.

Red plasma streaked past. Far enough that there wasn't too much danger, but close enough to keep her on edge -- of course, it was getting closer. She tugged the stick to the side, turning left and accelerating. She wouldn't escape the D-types but she didn't need to.

<<"Solid copy Ten. Coming around now.">> She checked her scanners. The Yevethans's signals were closing. <<"Bringing two. Don't miss.">>

 

[Hannah]

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[ Initializing Hannah. . . . ]​

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[ Mission Objective: REGICIDE ]​

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[ Confirmation. . . . . Systems Initialized ]​

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[ Targets. . . . . acquired ]​

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[P]rotocal demanded Hannah to commence with clearing out all hostile elements onboard the derelict vessel immediately. Her tail snapped through a partially closed hallway door, metal broke through metal and her tail allowed enough room for Hanna to squeeze through with ease. The ship itself had its hull blasted wide open, near the weapon systems but strangely the hull pieces were blasted outwards and it appeared no Alliance weapon pierced into the vessel. A self sabotage Hannah confirmed to herself, the lack of an atmosphere posed no threat so it gave her scanners less to worry about as she continued to hunt through the cold hallway.​

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[T]he bridge wasn’t too far from her current location, but the lack of bodies started to make Hannah question what had caused the ship to both suddenly explode from within and why many if not all escape pods were still left, unlaunched. Her cybernetic cerebral facilities were having difficulty in figuring out the cause. Though it wasn’t until Hannah broke through another jammed hallway blast door did she find the bodies.​

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[H]annah scanned the room for any signs of life, but the litany of bodies were reported to be dead, all lifeless. The wounds on many of them were daggered and cut, slashes was the better word. She continued to scan the bodies floating freely in the hallway, some though had wounds that appeared self inflicted and many more continued to literal the length of the hallway. Hannah pushed through, slowly tilting her Pattern Megacannon forward. The ‘Devastator’, as the weapon was referenced, was gearing up to fire and Hannah’s clawed feet sank deeper into the durosteel floor. Each step sounded horrific, if there was air for sound to be even had, Hannah continued to leave clawed foot marks as she made her way closer to the bridge.​

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[ Thirty Meters towards Sub-Mission Objective. . . .Cause of destruction. . . . Unknown]​

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[ . . . .No Living Life Forms have been encountered. . . ]​

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Spoiler: Equipment

REC-PHC/01 "Devastator" - Pattern Magcannon​

REC-RCG/01 "Reaper" - Pattern Particle Beam Chainblaster​

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[Hannah]

[ Initializing Hannah. . . . ]
[ Mission Objective: REGICIDE ]
[ Confirmation. . . . . Systems Initialized ]
[ Targets. . . . . acquired ]

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[W]ith the Devastator leveled in front of her, Hannah continued down the hallway before stopping suddenly. A strange floating figure stood a few meters in front of her, it appeared withered and gaunt, humanoid perhaps but it didn’t register as a life form in her sensors. In fact, Hannah swapped through several imaging optics and found the creature nearly impossible to exist. While she maintained some bio-organic parts, there was no evidence she was hallucinating, in fact there was no life support system, the two of them were in vacuum.​

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[F]rozen, frigid bodies continued to float along the away, and the claws that extruded from the strange humanoid form indicated to Hannah that whatever killed the crew was that ghostly creature up-ahead. Aiming the weapon directly at it, her tail snapped downward puncturing the floor, Hannah fired and the shot sailed through the hallways before smacking into the creature. Hannah scanned the area of the damage and confirmed the ghostly humanoid was no more and continued on her way to the bridge.​

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[S}uddenly a pair of claws appeared and nearly cut her arm before Hannah brought up her weapon instead. The Devastator floated in three pieces as Hannah ducked beneath another claw attack before leaping forward to gain distance. The ghostly humanoid reappeared and Hannah realized her mistake, the Devastator must have hit another dead body. But why the ghostly humanoid wasn’t at all affected was still an unknown. If the ghostly creature was unaffected by her weapons, it meant that Hannah needed a different form of engagement. Strangely though the ghostly creature’s own claws could still affect Hannah.​

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[H]annah considered her options quickly before turning around and making a dead sprint towards the bridge to collect the needed data. She had no time to devise a plan on dealing with this new threat and if it managed to incapacitate her, such an end result was unacceptable. Another partially closed hallway blast door stood in her way but Hannah bulled rushed through by lowering her shoulder and swinging her tail forward as a small shield.​

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[T]he force dented the blast doors outwards, leaving a Hannah like mark, but it didn’t break open as she expected. Her audio sensors picked up the ghostly humanoid and with quick work she managed to pry open the doors and squeezed through before finding herself inside the bridge. More bodies were floating, dead, but Hannah ignored inspecting them in favor of downloading the manifest and any or all data that she could collect. That action proved to be a mistake as Hannah waited for her download to complete, several more ghostly gaunt humanoids appeared all over the bridge.​

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[O]nly moments into the download Hannah was surrounded, she needed at least a minute to complete her mission. With a single motion, she pulled her other heavy weapon from her back, a Particle Beam chainblaster. It needed but only a few moments for the barrows to begin rotating, soon the entire bridge lit up with beams and the splash damage hit everything within Hannah’s sight. She wasn’t sure if it had any affect on the ghostly creatures but it didn’t matter, the ghostly creatures appeared to be disappearing and that was all Hannah wanted. With the Reaper winding down, the last of its ammo spent, Hannah turned to grab the data-slate and headed to make her exit.​

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[Caldon Tenneth]

SABER | Loske Treicolt | Kir Dantos | Caldon Tenneth | Leon Gallo
PHANTOM | Olen Halcorr | Daz Farlander | Aeson Keel
VANGUARD | Taysonyl Callenid | Alex Locke | Qell Auraeli | Frea Sheplin

<"Sabers formed up, Phantom, check in. At five hundred out, weapons hot. Three...two...one.">

Caldon tightened his grip on the stick as he stared down the targeting scope, the thumb on his right hand flipping through the remaining available ordnance to disruptor torpedoes. As he fell into formation alongside the others in his squadron, he brought his hand off the throttle and threw a few additional switches, deactivating his cloaking device.

At the end of the countdown, Caldon pressed the pickle switch on his stick, firing two torpedoes at the shipyard. After a three second count, he squeezed the trigger on his control stick, sending bolts of plasma down range from his four cannons.

<"Stand by for hit confirmation...damage assessment.">

As Saber lead pulled away from the shipyard, Caldon followed suit, maintaining formation.

<"All point defense next on target priority, pair off and sweep.">

<”Copy Saber Lead. On your wing.”>

 

[Gala Geert]

OBJECTIVE: REGICIDE

ALLIES: POLITICIANS // JEDI // 2 other Twilight Commandos // O P E N
EQUIPMENT: COMBAT ARMOUR // FEVERWASP (2) // SOHEI // TIDEFALL
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“They seem to have a type,”
“I'll tell you, some in our party really piqued their interest. They picked us off one by one.”

Gala closed her eyes for a moment, as if the information on who'd been dispatched earlier was recorded behind her eyelids. It wasn't.

<A type..> She only managed to murmur, not concluding which type that was just yet. Though, based on the fact she'd managed to run away and the Jedi were detaining the malevolent spectres, she assumed that might have been their preference. She could only hope.

“Got it, two, ah, no, three compartments back, left side.” T
“Follow me.”

There was little room to object. Surprisingly, the politician had the most notion of direction out of anyone here. The two troopers accompanying her nodded firmly as the surprisingly agile citizen navigated away from the screeching apparitions.

<Cover the retreat!>

<You got it!>

As they began to run, the Jedi seemed to have things largely under control. Gala was able to observe the outrageous display of power from Mesh Zetnu . As uneasy as it made her feel, gratitude surpassed any frustration she harboured against the space wizards.

She surprised herself when she screeched in dismay at the Jedi collapsing in the hangar, now with remarkably less Starweirds than before. The rest of her companions and the senator had made it a compartment down, and she paused in her backward stepping motion. She did not move forward toward the Jedi. They could be responsible for their own.

Making sure her comms were connected to Kir Dantos and Kotos she spoke through her ruminations ––
<Looks like you got 'em, Jedi. Ready to get out of here? We've located escape pods. Pick that guy up.>