Flamethrowers and Worldshapers [OS Dominion of Selvaris]

[Reverance]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cz3O0JftA5w​

The Right Hand dropped from hyperspace, the Lord of Pain sitting relaxed and nonchalant upon the throne of vessel. Before him, through the green hue of the Immortal view screen, sat the planet Selvaris. A once great world of Vong utterance and biological warefare, a place of imprisonment for enemies of the Vong, the Sith Lord leaned forward to take in the view and scenery. Contrary to his typical experience with Vong worlds, this place was utterly green. That would need to change and the One Sith forces were going to make it happen. Leaning heavily from the chair, he strode forward and placed a calm and collected hand upon the helmsman. Pressing the intercom system, speaking across the encrypted bandwidths of the One Sith, The Hand of the Dark Lord spoke with an air of confidence.

::The planet thinks itself greater than the Vong, greater than Hrosha-gul. Well...let us show it the error of it's ways.::

With that, the simplicity of the command, the yorik-trema fired out from the Immortal, to deliver shapers on the ground. Forces shot out from the vessels, the extension of the One Sith's power, as armies descended to the planet to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. The Conquerors Ring followed swiftly to enter into orbit, the massive vessel carrying the tools of the One Sith to lay waste and scorch earth. There was an old prison-of-war camp and had piqued the interest of the Sith Lord, rumors of it's over taking by republic forces, that would in turn use it for a resistance movement. Gabriel would gladly squash such dreams and hopes and feel the brutality of it beneath his boot. With that, he moved from the throne towards the hangar, preparing to descend into what would become the newest jewel in the crown of the One Sith.

Objectives:

1. Recent incursion has shown that republic forces and sympathizers have taken hold of a former prisoner-of-war camp. This is a formerly Vong organic installation but has been modified with technology to support the republic hold out forces. Destroy all remnants of technology within the camp and kill all republic forces.
2. The removal of the vong from this planet has allowed the natural organics of Selvaris (flora and fauna) to reclaim it's former glory. Assist the vong forces with re vong-forming the planet.
3. The vong are offended by the nature of Selvaris, specifically in over growth of once beautiful vong structures. Destroy any non vong species (plants, animals, native inhabitants) to appease the Hrosha-Gul. Bonus points if you use vong tech while doing it.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Ravage the camp
Location: Descending towards the surface
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

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Vongforming. One of the goals of their little visit to Selvaris.

Now, she'd heard the word before, what with working alongside the species in most of their conquests, but she'd never really bothered to do any reading on the topic. The trip to the target planet, however, seemed like the perfect opportunity to rectify that, and the journey found Vrag curled up on a chair with a datapad clutched in her fingers, tongue peeking out between her lips as blue eyes consumed article after article. Truth be told, the Knight wasn't truly interested in the subject, but it was a sort of escape that she really needed, considering the circumstances.

The circumstances in question being the presence of one petite mass murderer. Now, on most days, Vrag was perfectly content to have the woman around; if nothing else, the Sith Lord was A+ grade eye candy. This time, however, they weren't engaged in combat, maiming or slaughter of any kind, and that was making Iron Maiden especially fidgety. So fidgety, in fact, that she'd taken to bothering the other Sith on the Right Hand, and got away with it too. Those damned puppy eyes.

When they finally dropped out of hyperspace, the firrerreo was just about to go mad, and she boarded the dropship with a zeal that earned her alarmed glanced from the troops. A burning glare made them swallow any remarks they might've had on the topic, and Vrag was looking forward to the carnage even more than usual; she had a lot of frustrations to vent, after all.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Destroy Technology/Kill Republic Forces​

Location: Selvaris​

NPC: Nightshade Squadron (100 Strong)​

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The transport soared through the sky avoiding the blaster fire from the Republic forces that were hold up inside the former prisoners-of-war camp. The fools couldn't possibly think their pea shooters could knock down a heavily shielded transport, then again they were Pubs whose intelligence and common sense were not their strong suits. With a shudder and a slight change in speed and course, the transport landed a couple of miles away from the camp. She had chosen to land away from the camp and move to it rather than just dropping in and announcing with a great big smile, "Hello! We're here to kill you so please line up that way we can do this in a orderly fashion." She wanted to know the lay of the land before they got to the killing, a great strategist and tactician never left anything to chance.

As her troops filed out of the transport and formed up into companies, she gave them the traditional speech of what she expected from them and what their mission entailed. With all those formalities out of the way, they began their march toward the camp just as night was descending on the planet. Again she had chosen to attack under the blanket of night, giving them an element of surprise even though the enemy knew they arrived. What they didn't know was she had her sniper corps with her, and those buggers could drop a swamp rat, or a Pub in this case, so fast that even death had to take a double glance before realizing it had another soul to claim.

Somewhere in Republic space there was about to be a lot of widows...

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Burn the World


Fire. Ferus had always loved fire. It was a part of him, deep down to his core. And yet, the force did not want to work with him. Not now, not when he could enjoy it the most. No, he was unable to burn the world with his own flame. But a handy dandy flamethrower provided to him free of charge from the Vong was a close second.

Stepping out onto the planets surface he would marvel at the greenery. It was impressive how nature always bounced back and did what it could to reclaim it's former glory. But, as all things, it burned. Jets of flame erupted from the flame thrower strapped to his person, he walking about the greenery like a kid in a candy store. Everything around him burst to life, and a sadistic grin would form on his face.

Let it all burn.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Objective: Egg someone in to attacking her. If that fails, go ravage the camps.
Location: Descending towards surface.
Allies (if they don't kill her): [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"]

No one would ever accuse Matsu of anything less than absolute enthusiasm when it came to her work. She took pride in her art as any painter might though her canvas was a little different. But they’d been at this for weeks now, engagement after engagement. She couldn’t be blamed for trying to make yet another trip to a planet they’d soon wrest out of the hands of its inhabitants a little interesting. Neither of her companions seemed like a good target. Both were much, much larger than her. One of them could stop her mental attacks entirely. Basically it wasn’t a smart idea to be balling up pieces of paper and aiming them strategically at Vrag & Gabriel. But she was doing it. She was hoping one of them might get up and try to hurt her.

Vrag seemed particularly excited when they breached the planet’s atmosphere, flying with her characteristic speed for the dropship that Matsu accompanied her to in her usual quiet way, over her temporary game. Though she did speak up once they’d all gotten settled, just loud enough to be heard over the hum of the dropships’ repulsors: “You seem a bit tense Vrag. You should get a massage or something.”

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: Landing near the Pub base
Objective: Destroy all technology and kill some troopers
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"]
Forces: Five NPC average joe troopers

Another planet to ravage. So many had been taken over the past weeks... How they were going to hold them all with their forces spread out amongst the populated of those worlds, he had no idea. But that was not of his concern. If the planets were attacked that would simply give Khan another battle to participate in, and more glory to be earned. But that would be in the future. For now, his thoughts lay on the Republic encampment.

Khan and the five troopers asigned to him were to land near the encampment in the dropship that fired them from the capital ship above. He had no idea why the Sith wanted this planet- or why, for that matter, they were trying to appease the Vong by using their disgusting technology. Khan had none of that with him- only his simple vibroblade and loose robes, per usual. He wouldn't need much to kill the troopers. Or that's what he told himself anyway.

Soon with a softened crash the drop pod hit the ground not far from the former vong slave camp, opening it's exit to allow the six sentients inside to leave. "Kill any you see. Plant thermal detonators on any comm devices, consoles, or other lagre technology you find." And with those words Khan strode towards the camp.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Flambé

Smoke filled the air as little stopped the red man from his dance across the surface. Within his own head the music rang, joyous, beautiful. The crackling of flames only added to the beauty, so much so that he would close his eyes. Within his hands was a rifle looking flame thrower, used with both hands to control the large stream. But he was not trying to control it. Alone on his part of the world he would dance and jump, listening to the crackling applause of the fire.

This was relaxation to him, even as the lush green lands turned to black. His contribution, forming to the size of a small city as the flames ravanged outwards, would be one of many, one that would end with the whole world ablaze. And it was heaven.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Ravage the camp
Location: Approaching that poor camp
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

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In the last moments before landing and the ensuing methodical annihilation of their enemy, Vrag tried to gather her thoughts and purge any that weren't absolutely necessary. In battle, there was no room for clutter and cobwebs in the head, for a single second of wonder could have you lying in a pool of your own blood. The Knight found the mental image quite unappealing — as she imagined most people would — and did her best to suppress a rather more delightful memory involving blood and sharp objects. With a shudder, the woman pushed those thoughts away in an attempt to empty her min—

Her right eyelid twitched slightly as the quiet remark reached her ears, her focus all but shattered. With a resigned exhale, the firrerreo came to terms with her fate. The Force had finally decided to punish her acts of depravity and morally questionable behavior, and if she weren't on the receiving end of that karmic kick, Vrag would've been amused. It was the best sort of irony, really, to saddle her with her ilk. If the Cosmos had been hoping to bring her around with a jarring clarion call, however, it would be sorely disappointed.

"You offering?" the Sith bit right back with a sly grin, her blue eyes alive with something too primal to describe.

It was best explained with deeds, rather than with words, and Vrag set out to do just that as the doors of their vessel hissed open. Nightfall was upon them already, and the Knight switched to IR vision without thought, hand already on her trusty slugthrower as she did so. Blaster fire would be a dead giveaway of their position at this time of day, and they'd landed far enough to still have the advantage of surprise on the Republic soldiers in the camp. She had no intention of wasting a single bullet that night.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Fire was everywhere, but the red man was running out of things to burn. His fires spread outwards, and in the time he had spent with his songs he had burned away so much greenery. Yet, the green wasn't the only thing to burn. A shot sounded off in the distance, and the Zabrak found a bolt flying beside him. "Ohoho.. A brave one." Amidsts his burning he had set fire to a farmers plants. The farmer himself came out, shakily holding a rifle he would use to kill and dangerous wildlife. And yet, here he was, trying to kill a Sith.

It would of worked if he wasn't so nervous. Ferus, in his dreamland, was an easy target. But he had missed, and it would prove costly. Before he could get another shot off, a torrent of flame washed towards him. He cowered, curling up with his hands forward as he tried to simply will it away. But the flame never reached him. Standing, he would find the Darth missing from his spot. Relief hit him first, until he realized that the Sith wouldn't just leave. Panic set in as he looked around, trying to find the oddly dressed man.

But he never would find him. Ferus, having used the fire as cover, moved behind him and set his metallic hand against the back of his neck. A snap-hiss would sound out as the saber built in came to fruition, ending the farmers life with ease.

"Hmm.. New objective. Kill the farmers." Ferus grinned at the thought and set down his flamethrower. He needed to kill those who would only make more green after the Sith left after all.

 

[Amaethon]

Location: Farmland
Objective: Help to Vongform the surface
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"], NPC squad (8 troopers)

The squad assigned to Amaethon had split into two fire teams, three shooters covering a flamethrower. Most of the work was being done by the soldiers who set ablaze all flora and fauna in their vicinity. The Acolyte could feel the mindless fear of the creatures scattering and dying. Running was pointless, but he supposed they wouldn't know that.

All this for the Vong. The Acolyte was not over-fond of them, but they served a purpose. On second thought, not all for the Vong though most of them would believe that. The Upper Echelons always had ulterior motives even beyond a naked lust for power. Most beings assumed that was all there was to a Sith.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Farmlands
Objective: Kill the farmers
Allies: [member="Amaethon"]

Now with a goal in mind, the red man began to walk about the farmers houses. His saber was in hand, and he would call out, a grin on his face. "Come out! And I will not hurt you. You have a use in making food, but you waste it here. Come with me, and i can give you a better home." Better was the only part that was a lie. These farmers defied the Vong, and they would only find themselves in the slavepits. A single man came out, shaking at his knees. He didn't want to die after all. "A.. A better place? But.. This is our home.. I ca-" his voice was cut short as he was cut in half, the Zabrak sporting a frown on his face.

"You will all burn today." Patching into a com, he would call the closest person to him. An acolyte by the name of Amaethon. His voice would be calm, but the order was hollow.

"I need you and your flamethrowers for a pest problem."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Vong shaper vessel
Objective: Assist the Vong-forming of the world (purely academic research I assure you)

Taeli had been fascinated by the idea of seeing first hand how the Vong Shaped a world to suit their needs, and with Alderaan currently in Republic hands again, they needed a new bastion of their power. Alongside the Master Shaper on this mission, Taeli would be learning some new technqiues, maybe get some interesting things for her experiments.

"Thank you for allowing me the honor of assisting you with this task, Master Shaper Rihn," she said, looking down on the planet below. Already, Sith forces were moving through and burning anything and everything they could, leaving space for new life to emerge.

"It is, as you humans say, my honor is yours," the Master Shaper replied eloquently. "I am honored by the gods indeed if they saw fit to send a Jedaii who can control our lifeforms."

"More I did that to myself than anything else," Taeli replied, rubbing the faded scar for a moment. "Shall we begin the process? I'm excited to study this up close and in action."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Destroy Technology/ Eliminate Pubs​

Location: Setting Up For Assault​

Allies: [member="Vrag"] ... [member="Khan Ra"]​

NPC: Nightshade Squadron (100 Strong)​

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They marched in from the east toward the camp under the cover of night toward the heavily illuminated camp, that appeared to be one big light bulb, in complete silence. There had been no scouts or patrol parties sent out to investigate the landing, which meant only one thing to the Sith Knight, the Pubs were gearing up for a staunch defense of the camp. They Republic had time to plan and coordinate their defenses which she was hoping for. She loved challenges and she loved when they enemy fought to protect their property or holdings, making the impending victory all the more pleasurable. Weak enemies only stole the joy of the slaughter.

Since silence was crucial while they got into position, she resorted to using hand signals. Her troop's helmets were equipped with standard issue night vision and she had the Force, even if it was sketchy at the moment. She only need to use the Force briefly to gently pull knowledge from the company commander's minds to understand her orders where being followed. Also with the pre-invasion discussions she had with the other Sith leaders before the landings took place, she knew through their well thought out coordinated tactics where each of them where. Radio silence would only be broken when the first shots erupted. Through the planned out attack they agreed upon, she didn't need to assault the entire camp site; just her section. Breach the walls and overwhelm the opposition.

The Nightshade Squadron was now set. Her sniper corps had chosen to take cover in the rocky formations on the outer limits of camp, granting them both a defense from the enemies counterattacks while allowing themselves to maintain a steady rate-of-fire into the camp. With her newly crafted lightsaber in her left hand, she stood poised and ready for the attack to commence.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Approaching prisoner-of-war camp.
OBJECTIVE: Ravage said camp.
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khan Ra"]

Vrag was moving to leave the ship before Matsu could respond, the Atrisian’s face a more characteristic hunter’s mask as amber flashed around her irises, following the Firrerro’s motion. Cheeky. Tilting her head towards Gabriel she gave him something of a smile – perhaps an apology for using his head as target practice, but probably not – before making her way out on to the surface of Selvaris.

Their nighttime approach offered her the perfect cover to work with her sorcery, settling behind Gabriel and Vrag as she concentrated on her spell.

Inside the camp, those sleeping would stir, their dreams disturbed. By what wasn’t clear – a feeling more than anything concrete. A shadow shifting in the corner of the room. The creak of a floorboard. A spider crawling up over bare skin beneath the covers. At first it would just be unsettling, enough to rouse them from sleep. But then it would grow, her demons crafted from smoke, dark as pitch in the shadow of their rooms, would crawl from the foot of their beds – fingers clutching at sheets, limbs at impossible angles as they crawled in shuddering motions to devour every Republic member they could find.

There were too many Republic operatives within the camp for her to affect directly but she did not need to. She merely needed to plant the seed of discord within those most vulnerable, the unarmed and unsuspecting rising to a feverish panic that would leave them all weak. Somewhere out in the darkness Venefica was lying in wait with her forces, ready to strike along with Gabriel, Matsu, and Vrag as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

The sound of screaming rang out from inside the camp as Matsu’s demon-spell took hold, distraction well underway. Time to move.

 

[Arage Bao]

LOCATION: Approaching prisoner-of-war camp.
OBJECTIVE: Ravage said camp.
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Congrats, Nui. You are right back where ya started. Happy now? Back to helping dem Sith to- Hmm. Wasn’t entirely too fair these days though, no? He had murdered, killed and ransacked enough, spend time in jail and generally was a sociopathic bastard these days. Couldn’t really judge them for the same behavior.

Because that would be hypocritical, and Akuna had always prided himself in being a fair judge of character, at least his own. So he sharpened his pivot blade a little, until the screaming began.

Welp.

Time to make the Fringe proud.

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: Outside the camp
Objective: Kill everyone inside the camp
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Nui Akona"], @Vrag everyonee else
Forces: Five average joe troopers

Khan smiled as they approached the great building. Like a cyborg structure- obvious vong tech was supplemented with metal beams and dishes, technology taking over the disgusting living building. He much preferred it this way, but that didn't matter for now. His objective was to return it back to it's natural form- destroy all technology, and troopers, he found.

There were only six of them all together, five troopers and himself- though he knew other Sith were nearby. They were a small enough force perhaps they could go in stealthily, plant their explosives before anyone even knew they were there.... Then he heard the screaming. The Felecatian growled under his breath, looking to the center of the camp where the screams came from. How whwere the others already inside?! He wouln't let them claim the glory for themselves... They had to move quickly. The Acolyte did just that, taking long strides into the camp.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: Vong shaper vessel
Objective: Assist the Vong-forming of the world
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Melori hated being carried - but she hated being by herself even more. So given the option to learn back on Coruscant on her own or first hand here with her sister - there was no contest. So she stood close enough to see what was going on but not close enough to get in the way.

And she’d heard of the Vong but not seen any close up before - nor witnessed any of their technology, and sooner or later she would be needing to understand it and so the quicker she started the better. And listening was a skill she didn’t need any formal training in. So she’d picked up that her sister was here to oversee the Shaping of a planet to suit their specific needs. She’d started to read up on various Shaping protocols - which apparently were the guidelines and blueprints used by the Yuuzhan Vong to create. And she knew there were various levels and that only Master Shapers - like the one here called Rihn - were able to access the highest cortexes.

And it seemed that the planet needed to be burned in order for the Shaping to start - or at least that’s what she assumed and would wait to see if it were discussed rather than asking and revealing her ignorance. And so she started to exercise an aspect if her personality that up until recently had been sadly neglected - her patience.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

The Liberty's Veil hovered above the in-progress Vongshaping, advanced sensors taking stock of the processes and estimating completion times, based on similar readings gleaned at Alderaan. In the command chair of the cloaked transport, Darth Parash drank R'alla mineral water and pondered optimization algorithms. The Vong were not, by and large, a mathematically inclined people, but even they would probably have to concede that efficiency wasn't solely a matter of adapting to the enemy's adaptation. Letting the other side delineate your growth just wasn't a winning strategy. This was not to say the Vong were bad at vongshaping; his mathematical models picked out natural progressions and ratios in the process, everything from Fibonacci sequences to fractal propagation -- optimization routines that the Vong had acquired through trial and error rather than, presumably, through anything theoretical.

 

[Amaethon]

Location: Farmlands
Objective: Kill the farmers
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

The Acolyte acknowledged Ferus with a double beep over the comm link. Within a moment or two, his squad had broken off their work and re-formed on him. He directed the Sargeant with quick hand gestures and he relayed the orders with remarkably few words. Amaethon began towards the Zabrak, arriving within five minutes, squad in tow.

Amaethon rasped "You called, my Lord."

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Ravage the camp
Location: Knockin' on their door
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

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Again with that mind-fething stuff.

Vrag shuddered, glad that the petite Sith Lord was on their side as the woman began working her magic, and the Knight couldn't help but stare in fascination as the heat signatures inside the camp spiked. She could almost taste their fear as the orange started flickering and fading, the icy panic taking hold in their poor, fluttering hearts.

What a power trip.

With a low cough, the firrerreo shook off her momentary stupor and started moving again, the sound of her steps muffled by the wet soil beneath he boots. Even if their approach were louder, it was doubtful that the Republic soldiers could hear them over their terrified howling. Whatever Iron Maiden had done to them, Vrag wasn't sure if she wanted to know. She could deal with gore and blood just fine, but when it came to psychological tricks, the woman wasn't half as tough.

No need for her companions to know that, of course. Not that it would show, what with her blackened visor, and the thrumming of her heart could just as easily be attributed to the excitement of battle. Hopefully, everybody would be too concentrated on the upcoming assault to hear her swallow.

Oh, well. She could always shoot more people to cover her own anxiety. That had always worked in the past, and the Knight saw little reason to discount true and tried methods. With a grip that was perhaps a bit firmer than needed, the woman prepared her slugthrower as they moved deeper into the darkness.

Force have mercy on the souls that crossed her path that night.