Exthracior! (OS DOMINION OF THRACIOR)

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: C
Post: 11/20

Konrad took a glance at [member="Harley"]'s attire, it was obvious that she was prepared for battle dressed in a set of armour with her weapons hanging on her hips. He was not used to seeing women on the battlefield having spent many years as a soldier - a profession dominated by men but it seemed times were changing and some wished to deviate from the tradition of being housewives and mothers.

"Approximately 3 kilometres south of this location is a rebel encampment. However, they are prepared to respond instantly to any attack as they have been expecting us to pay a little visit any day and execute them for their transgressions." he informed her. "Are you sure you are prepared to handle them by yourself? As I said before, they are prepared for an attack at any moment."

He could sense that her powers were still at an Acolyte level and asked out of concern for her wellbeing. "If you backup, feel free to borrow some soldiers to assist you iin the massacre."

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
Objective: C
3/20

Who was this man, asking her can she handle it herself, of course she can handle it herself. Though she could do one better, she could handle others as well. She looked him in the eye, and said in sarcastic voice Do wish me to prove myself first. She took a look at his apprentices, wondering if he would be sith enough to send one against her. She could not believe she still had to prove herself, it's not like the first war she been in ether. Not just that, she was strong enough to be consider a minion of Zambrano clan. This was almost humiliating, she was hoping he send one against her, so she could rip him apart. She could feel the anger swelling inside her, oh boy was she going to her his apprentice. Then she was going march with his men, and skinny dip in the blood of these traitors. Then he will never ask her again was she capable, no he just say over than and kill.

 

[IT-88]

Location: Nearing top of Mountain
Objective B 2/20

88 caught up to the others in his unit after they'd slaughtered the last of the hunter group. 88 rallied them up, filled them in on the info he'd obtained from the wounded hunter.

"Up ahead is a village with all of its warriors, these few were hunting between battles. We should call this in and wait for reinforcements."

Another made to try the radio, but the trees and altitude were interfering with the signal. They were on their own. Seven Stormtroopers versus a whole village, doable odds, for a suicide mission.

"Alright, let's get going, we'll need to finish this soon before the commander starts up here with his tank battalion."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Post: 12/20

Konrad sensed the sarcasm in [member="Harley"]'s tone. "No, that is not necessary," he said in response. From her glance at his apprentices, he had assumed that she wished to try herself against one of them - something he was not ready to allow. They needed to learn to walk before they could climb and therefore learn to wield a lightsaber before they could participate in a battle. "Do as you wish. You are not my responsibility after all." he said as he turned to watch his apprentices.

Much to his annoyance, nothing was happening yet. Despite his annoyance, he decided to wait for a few more minutes before he intervened and took things into his own hands. Opening up his wrist mounted DataPad, he decided to get started on some paperwork. One of the things Konrad hated was wasting time therefore he endured that he always had his wrist mounted DataPad on his person to ensure he was always able to get his work done where ever and whenever he was as for some reason he always seemed to have an ungodly amount of paperwork to complete. Perhaps he could pass down the simpler paperwork to one of his men and work on the more complex and important ones himself.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: B

Location: In orbit of Thracior
[2/20]

As he looked over the hologram of the planet he chose the orbit to place the next Station shipyard over to improve the fleet construction capabilities of the One sith. "Yularen, Right here I believe would be good place to place the shipyard." Erebos said as he pointed at a location in geosynchronous orbit of Thracior's moon. The captain smiled a little and pointed at another place that would put the station on the other side of the planet in the same orbit as the moon itself. "I believe the maneuvering thrusters would keep the station quite safe from crashing into the moon. Either that or we could put it into orbit that would keep it safe." He said while he turned his hand to point to the orbit above the northern pole of the planet.
With that Erebos pressed a button and the hologram of the planet turned to a hologram of a chiss. "We will be needing the construction ships to arrive at Thracior momentarily, make sure to include the space modified labor droids so that the skeleton of the station can be built faster."

With a slight inclining blow of the chiss's head the hologram shut off. With that Erebos just had to wait while he went over the stations design. It would take half an hour, for a fleet of 12 freighters from ZTI that carried the necessary materials and personnel to finish the station in the northern pole orbit of Thracior.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Jude Khann"] [member="Kayden Ouron"] [member="Tymon"] [member="Darth Rapax"]
Objective: C
4/20

I never said you was responsible for me Pudding. She then saw an infantry regiment on the march, she smiled and waved at the general, and turned join them. She was now marching with the a sith army, to extract revenge. She did wonder if the general would join her for skinny dip later, in the enemies blood. She felt little gooey inside, as she began the long walk towards the transports. Some of these men will be taking falcons, and these men will be heading straight into the firestorm. They had escort gunships and fighters, to protect them as they came close to the they enemy compound. She got in with team heading on falcon, she was going to see it blaze an entry point into the enemy base. Then she would begin killing people, though she would try restrict it to the enemy.

 

[Clovis Torcularis]

Objective: C- Slaughter the traitors.
4/20


With all annoying set backs dealt with, it was time to frolic our way up the mountain path. The path held many potential scenarios for a well thought out ambush, and since the Sith troopers were on loan, I wasn't taking anymore chances. I ordered them to fan out and proceed with extreme caution, with a kill-on-sight for anything that moves. Before we reached the summit, the troops had managed to leave a trail of beastly corpses in our wake. Efficiency is the backbone of success.

At the summit, I spotted some makeshift fort waiting for us. It occurred to me that the previous attack was not meant to defeat us, but to keep us occupied while they shored up their defenses. Bloody traitors and their quick thinking tactics.

I gathered the troops around me, taking a knee in the center of them. "We need to recon this area. A full frontal assault will not grant us success. Most, if not all, will not survive such a tactic." I turned toward the trooper who gave me the idea to leap frog across the ravine. "Suggestions?" Until I find myself in the ways of military tactics and such, I have no pride when it comes to asking for assistance. I'm no Knight or Lord but a lowly Acolyte. Hopefully by the time I advance in rank, my military mind would have matured.

"Sir, I suggest we send scouts to the east and west side of the fort. We need to get a more detailed understanding of what we are dealing with such as strength and weapons of destruction. But we should do that at night in order to keep our scouts alive."

I was starting to like this trooper. What he said made sense, and truth be told, I would have never thought up such a clever idea. "When night descends upon us," I said pointing to six troopers and splitting them into groups with a wagging finger. "You will scout the areas to the east and west. Do not engage the enemy, only observe. If they engage you, fall back. I do not need heroes but troops alive to fight. The rest of you, get some sleep. In the morning we attack!"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[5/20]
Objective: C; End the life of a traitor.
Location: Thracior.

So, that was the motivation; a handful of credits and a heart infested with infatuation. It sickened her to see how some so readily fell prey to their base desires. Sith encouraged passion, but passion was a weapon, a tool in the quest for self-perfection. Sith who recklessly followed every whim conjured by their unfocused minds would never find their way on the true path of the Sith. Their chains would never be broken.

‘Through passion, I gain strength.’

Strength superordinate to passion; power superordinate to strength. All leads to victory; victory to self-perfection and thereby freedom.

She took her lightsabres from her sash and strode to the door. The female inside was right; his hubris would get them killed. He may have escaped the troops, but they would not escape the Pale Assassin. Darth Ophidia drew a deep breath from the hot, dry desert air before stepping up in front of the closed door. She focused, reached out through the Force and -boom – The door sprung inwards with a blast of force energy, tumbling into the room.

Darth Ophidia followed behind it. A scarlet blade erupted from the curved hilt in her right hand as she blocked the exit and entrance of the small cabin. The two conspirators had jumped to either side of the room in order to avoid the door as it blasted inwards, and were just getting to their feet. She could see them clearly now. A Chiss and a Pureblood; red and blue. What a curious pair she had stumbled upon.

“Chit! Sanguine! Go for escape plan C! C!”

“On it!”

 

[Mythos]

5/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E72zNSW7ID8&ebc=ANyPxKrwX3bWbFrh2JIQ-HOM9D0e8SD-u-fE-KSGpLF0UTaIUHbR-k805SAMXA-3cLv7FCZ9Vah0UhYrN_t8KMAWMeO7znjDpw
Pounding... thundering ground that shook under boot, artillery in the distance in the rhythmic shake of their shells descending down upon the city on the other side of the battlefield. Mythos marched in the forward of the legions, them in toe and in formation at his back flanked by the walkers to the sides and speeders and more walkers already in the head clearing out any civil resistance or military presence of the clans that was before him.

The wind blew with the stench of death and explosives, he smiled taking a big dramatic breath as he walked forward with the axe held up high as a standard insignia before the gates of the city as they tumbled down with every smack of a missile or artillery shell.
"I love the smell of war in the morning..."

He stood before the gates, blaster fire from both positions zip lining before no mans land that divided the gates of the city from the army at his back. More than once a blaster bolt zipped so close to Mythos' face he could feel the heat from the plasma or feel the dirt in his face as the round kicked the dirt before him... yet Mythos did not even flinch, stood stalwart and confident before the gates with the axe over his head for what seemed at eternity....

Mythos lifted his left hand with two finders extended and gestured to the west bank of the city. The command was instant and the twenty fourth and fifty fifth divisions roared to move and encircle the city. Mythos then turned around placing the axe upon his back and gesturing with his free hand,open palm, towards him.

That second command was for the walkers and armor to divert all power to main weapons and concentrate their fire where Mythos directed next. He turned and gestured the titanic city gates with his axe and then with his charge. Before the armor began ripping their payload on the gates Mythos was already dashing towards the city gates with his axe in both hands and letting out a war-cry through the force that his men who were attuned could hear as a soothing melody. When the thunder of the armor began, so did the ground began to shake with the charge of the Atrisian army who followed their king into battle, death and victory.

As the sun rose from the horizon, it blazed the shadows of the army that descended upon the city. The gates fell to rubble before they reached the entry of the city, the defenders of the walls fell into retreat deeper into the city as they were cut down by lightsaber or blasted to shreds by rifle or cannon.... in front of all of this was a figure who moved as fast as the eye and wielded a blood drenched axe wrapped around intestines and guts.
Everything that moved in the corner of his eyes was the subject of his hatred, bodies lay split brutally by the axe, one after the other the defenders of the city were cut down by the King. Mythos had taken more than one shot from blasterfire but the might of the darkside that sorrounded him sustained the pain and injury like a shroud of darkness...

Above the broken stone littered with blood and bodies, axe held high feeding upon the deaths of those fallen was Mythos, red cape flowing in the wind and the Atrisian soldiers at his back, One sith fighters above his head and his enemies fleeing before him, carrying the broken bodies of those who once were their brothers.... still... they fought, deeper into the city they went to draw out the fight...

"Hunt them down over every street corner... fight in the alleys and sewers, Get Wilo on the city armory... tell him his king wants fireworks..."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[6/20]
Objective: C; End the life of a traitor.
Location: Thracior.

Escape plans, at least they had some. As Ophidia was about to ensnare their throats in tendrils of the Force, the female was able to get a hold of something in her pockets. The floor rumbled and gave way, parting the room in two. Sanguine and the Chiss kept close to the wall as the ground fell out beneath the Sith Lord. Ophidia jumped and tried to catch the edge of the collapse. Her fingers found purchase, but the soil was treacherous and gave way.

She plummeted.

“Azure, make us an exit! I’ll take care of our intruder.”

The Pureblood turned her attention to the roof and closed her eyes, focusing. Her hands reached up, fingers curled and dust fell into the chasm. She gripped the stonework tighter with her telekinetic hold, feeding off her own desperation to escape. The stone cracked, broke, collapsed and then fell down into the chasm to crush whatever it rapped beneath its weight.

Meanwhile, the Chiss activated his lightsabre. Its green glow of the plasmic blade pushed away all other light before it was thrust into the wall and begun carving a circle through which they could escape. In the Pureblood, there was a sliver of hope as she ignited her own orange blade and turned to help her lover.

However, there was a disturbance in the chasm. The Pale Assassin still drew breath.

 

[Mythos]

6/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Z3spJ_z3Es
Every step the king took gave way to a splash of blood under his boots, the axe of Adas was beating, beating like a living heart on the force or an incessant migraine of pain and bloodlust. Swing after swing Mythos brought down the defenders of the city like weak trees that spluttered blood after every hack and chop. The troopers behind Mythos wielding automatic weaponry were tasked with making sure that any who were struck down were executed on the ground and not given chance to fight another day. The blasterfire behind him slowly died down but the fighting in front of him only got more and more violent and noisy. Mythos was right at home in the middle of a battlefield, his confidence boasted to greater heights with every kill of his axe. He saw the flag of the One sith covering the body of one of his troopers a few yards ahead, the flag was in a position where picking it up would expose the Sith Lord to blaster fire from all positions. Mythos would not have it any other way....

"Cover me!"

Mythos focused on the dark side of the force, bringing the twisted and corrupt energy from the axe and the crystal as well as his mastery of the force through his body to enhance his speed and strength to near superhuman levels. The dust beneath his boots kicked up a storm as Mythos dashed to the body of his fallen soldiers with the Axe held high. His soldiers followed suit, holding their position and laying down heavy covering fire for their king while the Jar'Kai made way for the rooftops eliminating any sharpshooters who would be praying for an easy shot. Between Mythos and the corpse were two armored infantry carrier husks that had been decimated by explosives, these metal husks were being used by the defenders as cover from the hellfire being unleashed by the One Sith troopers. Mythos did not hesitate, the defenders although pinned down peaked up to fire at the oncoming Sith Lord only to find that the heavily armored King moved faster than they could predict.

When Mythos was few feet from the armor husks he placed one boot over the corpse of his soldiers and with his free hand grabbed the flag of the one sith and hoisted it over his back wrapping it around himself like a cape drenched in heroes blood. He jumped, using the force and catching various blaster shots in the leg and torso as he came crashing down to the other side of the armored husks with all the subtlety of a crashing stardestroyer and the grace of nerf stampede. They screamed when the axe came down and split the head soldier completely in two, before the two halves of the man hit the ground Mythos bent his knees and used the dark side of the force to enhance his strength and speed.

Swinging wildly with the axe but with precision and skill Mythos decimated the defenders one by one, until their mutilated bodies were all that remained of their resistance. The pain and injuries he had sustained only made Mythos more powerful, fueled by pain and agony the dark side of the force granted the king incredible strength and speed and a boundless well of energy that he could draw upon.

"Behold the power of the dark side!" Mythos screamed as he funneled the power of the force to the edge of the axe, the blade began to glow, slowly and surely the power of the bladestorm began charging inside him and the axe. He was still under fire, but after his display of strength more and more soldiers of Thracior began to retreat further into the city if not just surrendering on the spot.... but Mythos was beyond taking prisoners right now... when he swung the legendary weapon an arc of kinetic red energy was unleashed from the axe and began tearing apart anything and everything in front of him like the wings of an angel of death.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[7/20]
Objective: C; End the life of a traitor.
Location: Thracior.

“I’ve almost got it. Do you have the Datapad?”

“I got it. We had better get out of here. I don’t think she’s dead yet.”

A crack resounded through the cabin as sand, metal, and stone shifted. One of the larger pieces of ceiling turned and flipped to the side, exposing a hand in a black glove and a whole lot of murderous intent. The Pureblood, Sanguine as she was codenamed, cursed under her breath as she leapt at the exposed arm with her orange blade, trying to sever it at the elbow.

The blade fell with a furious hum and then a hiss as it carved through solid matter. The Chiss, codenamed Azure, finished carving his circle and gave a mighty push to uncork it. A draft followed, disrupting the settling dust. He looked at Sanguine, who still stood facing where the arm had protruded.

“Sanguine? We need to hurry, let’s go!”

Sanguine turned with a confused look on her face. She looked at Azure, then at the orange blade in her hand. The hand in the stone shifted, fingers curling like the hand of a puppeteer. With stiff steps, the Sith walked towards the Chiss, who started backing up against the hole. His own sabre in hand.

“Sanguine?”

She swiped at him, but he was quick to evade. The green blade slashed up. Sanguine could only watch as her blade-arm was severed at the elbow. She fell back, screaming and clutching her stump. Azure turned to the pit, fear in his eyes. Where there was an arm, the full figure of Ophidia was now climbing out. The collapse of a ceiling had hurt. It was a clever strategy, but it also angered her.

 

[IT-88]

88 and the other Stormtroopers made it to the top, where they came upon the aforementioned village. There was a low wall with guards every few meters along the perimeter. One called Telous offered to make an entrance with a pair of Thermals, which would have worked if 88 hadn't seen the value of keeping the village intact.

"No, we take them out without explosives. If anything, use them as a last resort and only if I say so."

"Agreed"

"Alright, Telous you take Right flank and take two with you. Fen, you're with me, we'll take Left. Converge when you hear my shot. Move out."

The groups moved to their positions and made ready.

"Take out the guards in 3...2..." 'Pew' 88 loosed the first shot right for the dome of a guard. Then came four more shots from both sides of the village.

They all charged in and 88 helped Fen over the wall. Leaping over himself, they moved to clear out the guards then aim inward...

 

[Hailey Sosis]

5/20
Objective: C

Harley saw most of the troops ship landing near [member="Clovis Torcularis"], she did not want to do this she wanted action. She turned to the pilot, and said Puddin get me in that building. He looked at her, and said ​We have orders to move to main task force, and then proceed. She then knocked him out, with straight jab to jaw. She was strong with using the force to enhance herself, not so much on projection of it. She then took over the controls, and screamed YATZI as it came in fast towards the enemy base, fire power whistled around them as it did. It was not long before the ship got hit, and started to head for crash landing the the roof top. She manged to pull it up so it landed feet first, then it came in with one hell of bang. Though no one was injured, apparently this ship had high spec shock absorbs. The soldiers started getting some device ready called an entry explosive, what ever that was.

She was smiling very broadly, she was going in, with some seventy two soldiers, and a few crew men. As she got ready she heard a load bang, and then people shouted GO GO GO! They began jumping down a hole, and firing as they did. They manged to bow a hole through a foot of reinforced concrete, using something called anti matter. This was cool she thought to herself, soon the enemy soldiers would be trying to break them back. Though know the OS had men in the enemy encampment, and they knew the main task force would coming soon.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[8/20]
Objective: C; End the life of a traitor.
Location: Thracior.

“What did you do to her you scutta‽”

Sanguine moaned in the background as Ophidia let go of the Pureblood’s mind and focused on the Chiss. He was angry, unbalanced. His fear of her had made him hurt her. He could have avoided it, but her presence put him on edge. She knew this; she could sense it in him. His rage was palpable in the air. The Pale Assassin rose to her feet and one more activated her bloodshine blade.

“I did nothing, you did. You cut her arm off when you could simply have avoided her. Did you ever really care for her?”

Sanguine’s eyes widened and stared at Azure. The Chiss’ fist tightened around his green sabre. How dare she insult him, blame him. It was his fault; he had lead her there. He was careless. Sanguine had said so. Now it all fell apart before him.

“You karking scutta! I will get you for this!”

Azure ran for the exit and dived through the hole. Ophidia allowed him so that she could prove to Sanguine how her alliance was false, treacherous. Limping, Ophidia walked over to the pureblood, who was now scrambling towards the hole, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Never trust a Jedi, my dear. They spread only lies.”

With a flash of her sabre, Ophidia removed Sanguine’s other arm at the shoulder. As she screamed and fell, she swiped once more. Taking both legs at the middle of the thighs. The red-skinned woman would not be going anywhere. Ophidia crouched through the hole in the wall and reached out to pry for the Jedi. She saw him, riding away on his beast. He was not out of her reach yet.

 

[Mythos]

7/20

Massive thunder then sudden silence...

Brief exchanges in blasterfire around and in distant corners but they never lasted long. The massive exertion of power that the axe demanded to be used even once in such a way was still taxing even to the most experienced force users in the galaxy. Mythos slowly brought himself to walk still mindful of the effects of such a display of power, especially one done after a telekinetic feat few would even dare, the king now walked more slowly and began to let his body rest, but never for long. After a few steps he was striding shortly while putting a communicator in his hear to connect to an incoming transmission from the planet. "Specter here"

"Wessa be in position, ready for bomm"

Mythos smiled and looked about for any imperial officers, once he found one he motioned the young man over, still green by the looks of his shining clean uniform. "We are ready in the armory, have all available troops in the vicinity clear off and engage in the central district f the city where we take the palace."

"Yes my Lord"

"Another day... another conquered planet..." Mythos mumbled under his breath as the pain of several injuries nagged at his body... he was thankful however that they landed upon him and not his soldiers who could maybe not withstand such a shot. Several more strides took Mythos to a meeting point for several of the armored battalions that greeted him with expected reverence and fear. "My lord Mythos, we are preparing for the final push into the city"

"No need... i have arranged the armory to be disabled" His words were accompanied by the shattering boom of thermal detonators that totally annihilated the infrastructure of the city armory and last hold out of defense. "Thank the gungans for that... Legions are to march to the capital square, i will address the surviving populace."

"Yes my lord"

The march would begin shortly, a display of strength at how feeble their defenses have been and how composed and organized their forces were even after having decimated their best defenses... and Mythos to top it all off to shout an oppressive speech that would strike fear into the hearts of the people and turn them into loyalists for the One Sith cause even after the fall of their very own city... such was the way of the Dark side.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[9/20]
Objective: C; End the life of a traitor.
Location: Thracior.

Darth Ophidia focused, her left hand extended and her fingers curled as she reached out with the Force. She took the pain that had been afflicted to her body and surged it into her grip. It stretched, found purchase, and she could see his form lifted from the riding-beast. The beast ran on, leaving its owner dangling in the air.

Azure kicked in the air and flailed to get the firm grasp of Ophidia off himself. Sand was thrown here and there, but he could not break her hold as she enveloped his chest and started to squeeze. He wheezed and tugged at his clothes as they were pressed into his flesh. The Rattataki curled her upper lip in a vicious sneer as she slowly increased the pressure. Bit by bit, she squeezed him tighter and tighter.

Ophidia thought of all the work his little girlfriend had spoiled, how many missions he had endangered. His very existence was an insult to her. Yet, she had to put reigns on herself not to crush him completely. She had questions that required answering. If she killed one, she would have no leverage in dealing with the other

Azure floated backwards, still flailing as his bones struggled to resist the pressure. He could not breathe properly, but remained on the brink of choking.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

[member="Tymon"] [member="Katherine de Redvers"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Aeon Dyson"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Trahir"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [[member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Arabella Darkhold"] [member="Jude Khann"] [member="Kayden Ouron"] [member="Darth Timoris"] [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Bastian Briareos"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Erebos"] @Darth Prazitus

Objective: Build a fortress
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Tribes of Thracior, Budgets, Traitors.
Post: 5/20

The construction of the base had began. At the moment, they were beginning to build the hangar, and construction was going as planned. Krayzen, and his men were also beginning to discuss deployments, looking around to see any weak points in the base that needed to be defended. With the Galactic Alliance quite close to Thracior, the soon-to-be fortress world needed to have a strong fortress.

"Sir, how about we deploy men in this part of the sector as an advanced warning unit in case someone attacks us." an officer stated.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea." Krayzen replied. He then made a mental note to himself to make sure the base's warning system was adequate.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[10/20]
Objective: C; End the life of a traitor.
Location: Thracior.

As Azure came close, now too exasperated to continue his struggle, but focusing on his breath. Ophidia focused on Sanguine. A second invisible tendril fished her out of the cabin and dragged her by the stump of her legs into the sun. Azure jerked, seizing the chance to try to break Ophidia’s hold with a push. The Sith Lord skidded back, keeping her feet. Azure ran towards Sanguine, unclipping his sabre from his belt once more. The pureblood simply stared up at the sky, her mind near shattered by the circumstance and her loss of limbs.

“Give up, Chiss.”

Ophidia ignited her sabre, and as Azure came in with a fierce overhead swipe, she floated to the side. Her own sabre flashed, slashing for the Chiss’ leg, but he was able to step back and initiate another attack. He feinted a thrust before swinging his blade in an upward arc, but Ophidia called his bluff and sidestepped. This time, her cut came for his hands. With a single swipe, she carved through his sabre and his fingers. She could see the change in expression on his face as he realized how he had lost his fingers, and she capitalised on the moment. Throwing her hand out towards him, she slammed his body into the wall.

She was tired, but furious. It was time she cooled her head and extracted the information she could. The sabre extinguished. Ophidia stepped up to the Chiss and reached out to grasp his skull. Closing her eyes, she pressed her own mind inside his and begun rummaging. There was no need for caution; there was no need for restraint. He tried to push her out, but she broke him when she took his fingers.

Oh what secrets he yielded.

 

[Ax'no]

Objective C: Use precognition to find and help slaughter the traitors
Posts: 3/20

The Nelvaanian snorted and stalked out of the tent. Livna giggled and the other maidens looked like they were about to break out into laughter, but the Caprine mystic silenced them with a quick hand in the air. "Go lay down," she ordered. "Stay still and out of trouble."

This wasn't a harvest festival on Iktotch after all, where wine was flowing and the girls would begin to gossip over who would ask them to dance. Finding these traitors was serious business and her girls were going to have to learn how to curb their enthusiasm. Briga kneeled on a shabby pillow, waving her hands as dust rose up in a cloud around her. Once the debris settled, she withdrew inward to try and pinpoint the Atrasian holdouts. A vision came to her, of a tunnel, the traitors huddled together silently. Nary a cough could be heard as they were deathly afraid of a sound... just even the slightest sound...

Briga's eyelids fluttered open. "Saira, please inform Darth Plinror to prepare the vibrospades and mining droids. The traitors are just underneath us."