First Annual Dave Benefit Concert (One Sith Dominion of Marna)

[Judah Lesan]

Location: The Rafters
Obejective: Be a pest
Allies: The Sith
Enemies: TBA
2/20

"[member="Darth Ophidia"], I wasn't in the slightest propositioning you for sex. While I am sure it would be an unforgettable experience for us both, I was referring to the hairbrained scheme one of your students seems to be hatching."

Xander had yet to leave the rafters. His vantage point allowed him to see everything. Eyes followed to where [member="Sage Bane"] was working over a pretty brunette with an ample bust. There eas more at play than alcohol or desperation. Xander could feel the dark side at work. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he found the situation to be humorous. There must have been something about the woman which made her special enough to garner such treatement from Sage.

"Though I must say your choice of clothing for this event is quite nice, Ophidia. Someone is boud to proposition you this evening, though I fear they shall be disappointed with the outcome."

Even Xander's compliments were cutting in a way, but he was Sith. The man knew nothing about really showing affection or favor. Yes he knew how to give gift, or to seem romantinc, or generate some notion of romance, but what Xander lacked was the concept of love. To love another, one had to put the other's needs before their own. Sith by nature were selfish, and Xander was true to that form. He could not truly love, because he would always care for himself over the other.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[1/not very many I suspect]​

Three days.

She'd been away for three days and in that time she'd missed an entire Dominion and was almost late for this one.

Three days, that was all.

She felt out of place, unsure what to do or where to go. Typically she followed orders. She picked an objective and put her head down and went for it.

Three lousy days is all.

As she entered the venue she wondered if she was too late to party. OK, her three days away had consisted of a lot of that, but a girl can never party enough, right?

Did I mention the three days?

As she looked around, she had an overwhelming urge to ask who Dave was. But instead she went in look of a drink...and a friendly face. It wasn't as if she'd been away for ages.

Just three days in fact. 72 hours.

 

[Darth Ferus]

2/20

Slowly the Sith's hand began to pat down on [member="Animus Malgus"] 's head. The smile became a genuine one as he looked over to the bathroom nearby. "That the place you were making my image form? How'd you do that? Can you show me now?" Ferus was curious, genuinely. Illusions were a difficult thing, and he was curious to see the acolytes extent. Of course, his eyes still glinted with a sign of danger. Who know how'd he react on the answer.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Radio free Coruscant Dave benefit
Objective: Impress Ferus
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: A presence he feels in the area....
11/20
Animus opened his eyes slightly, surprised he wasn't being hauled off at the moment in a ball of fire and annihilation. Animus eyed the bathroom, it was not too far off, and he did know how to make an image of the Dark lord. He narrowed his eyes and looked back to ferus. "It was more like a chip implanted in my brain by Master Bane, the knowledge came to my mind, Hand Movements, and ancient words." Animus stretched those word as he now focused on a new illusion, in the Bathroom.


It was a hard one this one, but pressure being on focus was up as well. He repeated the movements and words slower, not for Ferus to see, but because a copy was easier, this... took more detail. Suddenly three people ran screaming from the bathroom... indecent as they were...their screams of fear and true horror could be heard even with the music and garnered quite a lot of attention in that area. A glowing Golden light could be seen inside the wall getting closer and closer until out of the shadows he came. Because of the distance Animus showed him with a dark cloak over his head not to stretch the details of the Face, which was hard, but the Demeanor and look of him was a replica of his training encounter at Glee Anselm. It started as him finding a way to create his image to fool enemies into thinking he had Ferus by his side, but it grew complicated and difficult, months went by, he needed a motivation to really want that ability.

Dissipating it to no avail as various people saw it. Animus could not help but laugh and shake his head at the sight. That motivation made it quite worth it.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

3/20
Location: Remember Dave Benefit Concert.
Objective: Restitution.
Allies: Whoever wants to hang with baldie.
Enemies: Whoever wants to spoil her fun.

Ophidia surveyed the crowd once more while holding the cup to her lips. A Hutt in conversation, [member="Animus Malgus"] and [member="Darth Ferus"] huddled together near his rear. Something small near them. The area of her face that would contain an eyebrow if she had hair raised itself in a quizzical expression at her former Master and current Apprentice stood in conversation. People were screaming near the bathroom as well. Curious instances all around, but nothing that alarmed her right away. Her eyes once more travelled to [member="Xander Blackmoore"]

Seems to me my apprentice is having a conversation with my master about instilling terror through the Force. Poor choice of time and place for such a lesson, I admit. Or perhaps you are referring to some instance with the Hutt?

She left her place and walked in a wide circle around the congregation of familiar people. She was very adept at observing without being spotted. It was her trade, after all. If anything, she looked like she could need some company, as if she wandered in a circle because she was looking for someone with whom to talk. Loneliness was her guise, but it was only a shell.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: The Rafters
Obejective: Be a pest
Allies: The Sith
Enemies: TBA
3/20

"I believe he wants to free the green slave," Xander said landing just in front of [member="Darth Ophidia"] after his leap from the rafters.

He extended his hand as if inviting her to dance with him.

"Come, my dear, a dance will give you a better view of the guards the Hutt has all over this place..."

Xander stood, waiting, hoping the Sith Master, and fellow aspect, would not spurn his invitation. It was friendly enough, and an offer to scout the area. Naturally it would serve to provide an excuse to the fact she had seemingly just been looking for someone.

"For Dave?"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

4/20 .
Location: Remember Dave Benefit Concert.
Objective: Restitution.
Allies: Whoever wants to hang with baldie.
Enemies: Whoever wants to spoil her fun.

“Why, when you put it like that. I simply cannot resist. For Dave”

She took his hand, and stepped gracefully into the dance. However, [member="Xander Blackmoore"] would find it was she who led the dance. If the White Assassin wanted to take charge, then he would have to wrest it from her. In any case, a smile spread across the Pale Assassin’s lips as they moved to the music. It was a clever pretext for watching, she had to admit. Even if she knew how to dance, it had not been a common weapon in her arsenal.

“What do you know about the slave?”

If her apprentice had such a keen interest in her, then the minute person could be a potential asset. Was he looking for an apprentice already? Was he plotting to challenge Darth Ophidia and claim his right as a Knight of the Sith with the young slave as his first Apprentice? The prospect of it made her proud of him. However, there was also the chance he was simply showing his one fault: Compassion. A fault she had tried to beat out of him, but had very little success. [member="Animus Malgus"] was a fool for having such sentiments.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Dance Floor
Obejective: Be a pest
Allies: The Sith
Enemies: TBA
4/20

"That I tried to buy her, and she is quite force sensitive. I have no clue why your apprentice wants to free her from the hutt, but I'd venture it is either he wants to train her as I do, or he is weak. Either way, you may want to deal with him."

[member="Darth Ophidia"] was attempting to lead, but Xander did have one strength over the woman. He was stronger than her physically. As the music changed, he swung her to the left as he pivoted, and smiled as he now controlled the dance. His head jerked to the side to indicate the first pair of guards posing as a newly wed couple enjoying the concert.

"If you insist on leading, my dear, then take us the right way. Otherwise play the role your gender is slotted to play."

His voice was low, but firm. They could fight over who was the dominant one later, and only come to the conclusion they both were. Xander had no intention of submitting to her. His ego would not allow it.

"There are another two about three meters from them."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=11pt]5/20.
Location: Remember Dave Benefit Concert.
Objective: Restitution.
Allies: Whoever wants to hang with baldie.
Enemies: Whoever wants to spoil her fun.

Being lifted and moved about did not sit well with Ophidia. She did not much enjoy the reminder of her lacking physical strength. However, with such a weakness comes a need for new ways to counteract. One such way that she had become proficient in was to utilise momentum to her advantage. For example: When [member="Xander Blackmoore"] moved her around, she drove the heel of her boot into her dance partner’s foot. Unless he was wearing heavily padded footwear, it would be felt like the sting of an animal that did not desire to be a pet.

“Oh how clumsy of me.”

The passing remark was venomous to say the least, but she followed his lead for the moment as he pointed out the guards. Indeed their fight for dominance could wait. Ophidia quickly put each of the guards to mind, their facial traits stored in the vaults of her memory. She was good at remembering people. It was a trait that had come very handy in many situations.

“Then he is plotting against me. They grow up so fast.”

Her smile was a mixture of pride, suspicion and sheer excitement at the coming confrontation. If Animus were ready to take the mantle as Knight, then he would have to fight her first. In her mind, she churned the ideas of whether or not it was right of her to aid him. If he were taking on an apprentice then he would have to be strong enough to free her on his own. The way she had taught him was the way of success or demise. If he set out on an endeavour without her, then he would have to succeed in it on his own. Yet, she was always watching.

"If he can free her, he can have her. If he cannot then he will perish in the attempt. That is our way. I won't intervene unless his actions threatens our order and our empire."[/SIZE]

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Kaia had taken a second to get away. She had a few things to finalize. And she wasn’t going to get caught. She knew she’d be needing another ship out of here, hopefully that slicer girl that her father had rescued would be able to clear the area. She knew once she got to a spaceport, she’d be fine, the Underground cell would probably have a vessel already set up. That was what they did.

They came to the world, some, like her, blending in at the concert, the others working the planetary black market and finding those who would oppose the Sith. The ones who knew that this whole Dave Benefit Concert was a dog and pony show, smoke screen to garner sympathy for the rebellion in the senate and make the One Sith not so evil, the group becoming a bit more caring. That was a lie.

She knew. Her father had taught her the issues with the Sith. That they were manipulative and dangerous. And the fact that Kinsey had wandered off with one? That had her scared. But then it made it a bit easier with Animus wandering off on his own. She smiled at that idea. They were so worried about impressing people. When was the last time she even spoke to her teacher? She was on her own. And she liked htat.

The Underground, by this point, would be working to link up with any resistance fighters, finding a place to stash weapons, a few safe houses, and procuring landing locations for shipments they didn’t want found.

This was post 12.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Radio Free Coruscant Dave Benefit Concert

Objective: Represent the Navy

Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Xander Blackmoore"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Timoris"]

Enemies: The day the music dies......................

Post: 4/20


Thanith chuckled looking at the group. Taking a quick glance at Ferus quietly took a step away from the group. He remembered from the little meeting of the powers that be even if he wanted to keep things civil there was no stopping the Sith Lord when he got his mind settled or reeking havoc. Discretion being the better part of valor Thanith pulled himself away moving towards the stage and a closer view of the band. A little good music was some times all you needed to lighten the mood.

Once he got close to the stage he smiled as one of the party goers turned to him and mentioned how good the band was. Thanith smiled giving her a nod.

"Yeah not bad." "Usually prefer something with a little more edge to it but considering the mood of the event that would probably not be entirely appropriate."


He chuckled turning back to the stage and the music even has he longed to be back in a cockpit. His feet on solid ground for too long felt foreign to him and very uncomfortable.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Posts=2/20]​

Location: Remember Dave Benefit Concert
Objective: Restitution
Allies: On her own, sadly…
Enemies: Loneliness…

Melori saw a familiar face and no sooner had she headed towards [member="Darth Ophidia"] than the Sith Lord walked off with someone else. So she started to feel a little awkward and almost frantically scanned the surroundings for someone else she recognised and could at least talk to.

Finally she spotted someone else and made a bee-line for him. [member="Darth Ferus"] appeared to be in a conversation, but she was a passive aggressive and so would simply expect whatever was being discussed to stop abruptly the moment she turned up.

Loneliness was currently her guise – but it was no shell…

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She knew that the listening devices were planted. Marna was a world where the Underground was going to working as a listening post. Trying their best to interpret anything they could off the One Sith network. Give them a bit of knowledge about what the Sith were doing in the galaxy. Hopefully that’d respond in kind to letting the freedom fighters guild know what the allies of the Sith were doing. The Techno Union seemed to be nonchalant and happy to just make their money. Let the rich get richer, cut the poor in half, and make a middle class. Not so bad aside from being dark side.

Sure, she was a Warden of the Sky, but setting up a situation to help block the Sith? Or predict what they were doing? That allowed her to move refugees to and fro without getting caught by the Sith. Smuggle guns and personnel behind their lines when the really cranky Sith weren’t around, and the ditzy ones, like that Covenant of Siths, who she was fairly certain her own Covenant could take them.

Sure they weren’t the Sons of Ipswich, which was a really obscure movie reference, but they were still cool. And the Underground here, she looked at the datapad, one that she had the manifest. Listening devices, small arms, and enough people to get through to make sure that Marna was secure and the network of the cell would set up. And then they’d have people to give them a mess of intel when it came down to pulling the trigger on the Sith.

 

[Darth Ferus]

3/20

The hand atop [member="Animus Malgus"] 's head would be removed, and quickly brought back around. A firm smack to the back of the boys head, meant to simply break his concentration. And probably sting a bit. A frown settled upon the Sith's face as he watched, golden eyes flicking between the screaming people and the apprentice. "You know, it's terrible form to start making someone do something they normally wouldn't. This includes making me seem like a pervert. Do this again, and I'll rip your head off."

 

[Mythos]

Location: Radio Free Coruscant
Allies: OS
Enemies: Slime Blob
Objective: Free Chevu
12/20


Animus was just glad it was a Smack behind his head that brought him to a nod instead of a lightsaber removing his head from his shoulders, Animus considered himself extremely lucky to get off with a warning. "It won't happen again Lord Ferus, you have my word" It wouldn't, Animus was not afraid that Ferus would remove his head from his shoulders or burn him alive while removing all of his limbs one at a time, It was more a fear of Letting [member="Darth Ferus"] down, If the Lord was proud of him, He had victory. If we Have Ferus, we have Victory. It was now becoming quite a saying in the Sith Assassins, the Loyalty to their Leader was akin to that of children to their Father.

With this out of the proverbial way Animus how turned his eyes to the green skin girl [member="Chevu Visz"], he was now back at hatching a scheme to free her from the clutches of the Hutts. However... He would need the help of [member="Darth Vizios"]. Animus approached the Girl from a concealable position. How he understood what Xander was telling him. There was a lot of security detail around Blerga the hutt but they were not obvious. Animus calculated a plan... He had a better one now... If only his Master [member="Darth Ophidia"] was here... he could really use her help right about now... in fact... No... perhaps it was better if his master knew nothing about this...

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[1/20]​

Location: Dave Benefit Concern
Objective: Operation "Sith Care"


Within the crowd that was predominantly Human stood a solitary Togruta. He was dressed in black, befitting the occasion. Of course, he almost always dressed in black; his preferred style of fashion was Sith traditionalist. Today he was dressed like a civilian, though with the added touch of rich elegance. It was a well-fitting suit for the Sith Knight.

The concert had seemingly been excellently orchestrated, from the music selection, to the touching speech of [member=Reverance]. The Sith propaganda machine had been hard at work on this one. It didn’t have to be a true tale, for it was a convincing one to the ears of the masses. That was what was important.

Pyrrhus was sending his own brand of message. His lightsaber was quite clearly attatched to his belt. While it was for the most part hidden from view, the open suit jacket often gave way as he moved, revealing the edge of the silver hilt. He was Sith, but he was here, with the people. Darth Pyrrhus was showing his support.

It seemed only fitting that he was present. He had been there when Dave fell. In fact, it was his apprentice who had fired the missile that had ultimately killed Dave. Did he blame her? No. [member="Darth Azurea"] had piloted her starfighter excellently, and likely prevented a hit on the shield arrey, once the rebels realized the weakness of their plan.

“Where were you when Dave fell?" became the question everyone asked each other. It was where everyone’s story met, a way to reflect, a way to relate. Where had Pyrrhus been? Within a torrent of turbo laser fire and missiles, Pyrrhus had stood at the very heart of it. The Togruta had led the defence of the Sith temple. Would the temple still have been standing untouched today, if not for his presence? Well, realistically, yes. The planet’s defences were elaborate, but Pyrrhus was not above taking credit for its salvation. It looked good on the resumé.

Dave had died, but how many had he saved? He wouldn’t have put it above them to have bombed the city, once the realization came that the temple shields didn’t go down. Regardless of truth, it was the story he sold. While Dave was yet another insignificant life form, he served a purpose. Today, everyone were Dave. Today, everyone were manipulated. Pyrrhus mingled, letting his presence be known while he feigned compassion, spreading propaganda and advocating for the Dave’s Idol Program.

#NeverForgetDave #EveryoneIsDave

 

[Spark Finn]

The incognito blond now brunette successfully passed the second firewall systems in the One Sith with no further resistance. With a few more tweaks of coding, the Underground was in and had an established foothold in the systems on Marna. Her coding was camouflaged and well embedded.

#success!!

Across the bar, she saw some security buffs approach the twi'lek patron that housed her re-routed location. #timetogo Taking one last leisurely sip of the non-alcoholic wine, she finished it off and slid off the barstool. Glasses-less gaze stopped briefly on [member="Kaia Starchaser"]. She locked eyes with the young girl that was practically her age and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

The fellow Underground member would do her thing but it was time for the slicer to go. Comm was tucked back into her clutch and the brunette disappeared into the crowds.

#hopefullyI'llgetbackbeforeCorenwakesup

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Radio Free Marna was not nearly as cool as Coruscant, too much hipster jizz, or whatever. It just felt… old fashioned. Kaia herself, she preferred a bit more synthesizers in her music. Was that based on who her face was? Not really, it just was her kind of music. Every character had their own preferences, this one was hers. She was making her way through the concert, it would be important to get the set-list after this was done, but the #NeverForgetDave shirt was also proof for her cover.

Seeing her other Underground contact, who she was trying to remember the name, did she get a fake one? Was that now what they did? Maybe… but the galaxy was a large place, and some names weren’t as distinct as others.

She ran a hand through her dark hair and gave a barely detectable smile. Was time for her to get the rest of her team in the system. They’d be setting up the cell here, but knowing that the backdoor was open (phrasing). It would be good to get the foothold, and now that they had it? Maybe they could start listening without being seen. She was going to have to get out of here shortly too.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Location: Radio Free Coruscant
Allies: OS
Enemies: The booze.
Objective: Drink.
1/20

The night terrors continued to plague Isamu. He couldn’t get a second of sleep without having to suffer the death of his wife, again, and again, and again. Tired and dreary, he left the confines of his room. He just had to get away. At this time, there was only one place he could think to go: The first annual Dave benefit concert.

Isamu was not a man who attended concerts. He didn’t listen to much music, and he certainly didn’t dance. What he could do however, was drink, and drink heavily. As an officer in the Sith army, and veteran of the very battle that took Dave’s life, Isamu was given a reward that he deserved: free drinks.

Isamu was quick to head to the bar. He flashed his credentials to the barkeep, and took a seat. Drink after drink, he downed the alcoholic beverages. It numbed him to the pain that haunted him. All around him, he concert raged on, all while the sullen old soldier drowned his problems in booze.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Location: Radio Free Coruscant
Allies: Charity
Enemies: Charity
Objective: Continue to understand
Post: 3/20

A sense of loss, a sense of agony and grief - it hid behind the veil of celebration and ceremony. Within the crowds of those celebrating the loss of this figure...this Dave, Maalik stood quietly beneath the armorweave robe. The music, the phony speech by the Wrath, the propaganda, and more music. Wasted vibrations through the air, the energy could serve better purposes, but the care Maalik held was as fleeting as was the notion of this mans life. Swiftly cut down.

The meaning of life, the importance, escaped the man as he turned and shook his head. If this Dave was so important, if he was really worth everything that was explained over blasphemous technology, then why was he dead? Why had Maalik never heard of this man? Why are his achievements not impacting the civilizations around him? The case for the distinguishable traits of this "Dave" were hardly worth their utterance, mild irritation in the exoneration of a man that embodied mediocrity. Dave wasn't something special, he was a festering figure of normalcy currently being idolized by the One Sith for this play at misdirection. The foot pressed against them, the people, and they thanked the space offered between ground and heel. Maalik was simple enough in this regard, but he understood the score.

He approached the bar and looked at the offerings. It was there that he saw the traditional items of Selvaris and the Legion: Sparkbee Honey. The bartender approached.

"I have no money..."
"That's fine. What would you like?"
"The honey..." He pointed on the off chance that she didn't understand. Despite his unusual appearance, scared blue face beneath a cowl, she was more than happy to serve him.

The cup, frothy from the active yeast, was partly drink and partly meal. But with the burn, it was everything a Vong could want. And as he drank, he turned towards the drunken figure next to him and furrowed his brow. It was fortunate that Vong had reduced senses when it came to taste otherwise the smell of the booze emanating from the man might have ruined the drink.

[member="Isamu Baelor"]​