Floyd Mayferria vs. OS (OS Dominion of Mayferria)

[Nerius]

[8]
Location: Outskirts
Objective: Make Hell
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

Cocking his head to the side, he looked on at the woman for a moment at her remarks. The taunt had worked. He believed himself an adequate fighter, not great but not horrible either, so to have his skills shot down was decidedly horrendous.

While she stepped back the Pink Monster smiled and lifted his foot, staring at her through the hole...then it slowly began to close. Thanks to his Polydroxol genetics, healing was a cinch for him. Before long the only proof of the wound was a hole through his boot where it had previously been.

Launching forward once more, Nerius swiped at the woman with his saber while simultaneously swinging the opposite fist for a stomach blow.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post = 7/20]​

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Location: In the arena
Objective: 4. Maiden’s Blade
Allies: None
Enemies: The simply keep coming…

The first blow came from behind, half stunning Melori and causing her to drop to her knees. A second booted foot impacted against her side, driving her breath from her. Half-blinded by pain, she reached for the Force as two Twi’lek women closed in, and felt its power enfold her, cloak her like an invisible shield. She scrambled to stand up, thrusting out one arm in a warding gesture, and felt the reverberating ripples flowing outward, hurling back her surprised attackers. For a brief moment she stood clear of them, and she used that moment to draw and activate her lightsaber. The twin energy blade boiled out from the hilt's projector, extending to its full length.

“Ladies and gentleman. As you can see, the next round has already begun and pits the Cano triplets against Darth Timoris – who unfortunately has had precisely zero time to rest.”

"She's a Sith!" one of the twins shouted. She seemed surprised, but not particularly awed or impressed.

"She's still dead meat," the second spat out. But neither seemed particularly anxious to be the first to get within reach of her lightsaber.

She saw Green and Blue (as she’d imaginatively named them) exchange a glance –just a flicker of eye movement. It was enough to warn her, however, and even if it had not been, she had already sensed the disturbance in the Force coming from behind her. She spun and raised the blade in a high defensive movement just in time to intercept a stocky Twi’lek who had leapt at her, aiming a vibroblade at her head. The lightsaber sheered effortlessly through the Pink's wrist (she had a theme going), sending the blade, still clutched in the severed hand, arcing to the ground. The Twi’lek shrieked and fell in a heap on floor of the arena, clutching her cauterized stump.

There was a moment of utter stillness, save for Pink's whimpers. Events hung in delicate balance, Melori knew. Would they swarm over her as a team or play their game individually?

It was Green who decided which course to take: she nodded and both remaining triplets scrabbled for their holstered blasters. Melori spun the lightsaber and angled it slightly.

Stopping the blaster-fire was easy. Redirecting it properly was a bit more difficult, but certainly not impossible. The first bolt bounced from the potent energy lance and ricocheted into Blue, striking her on the right shoulder. She allowed herself a slight frown. The deflected beam was two centimetres higher than she had aimed. Poor control on her part.

A second blaster bolt from Green seared its way at her, and another quick shift, guided by the Dark-side, caught that bolt and returned it to the sender. Green took the deflected beam in the face. She went down, twitching in her death throes, her face a blackened ruin of flesh.

Better.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Mayferria | Location Unknown
Objective: Destroy the Sith [ Objective 5 Opposition ]
Allies: The Covenant, Enemies of the Sith
Enemies: The One Sith, Allies of the Sith, [member="Nerius"]
Post: [ 08/20 ]

Lilin tried to back down and, after seeing how her taunts had had some effect on the man, she felt a little bit more successful. But that success was soon torn apart by the fact that the man's wound closed incredibly fast as if he was some sort of a super-human. Well, he probably was. His species was something the girl had never seen, after all.

She would have wanted to run, but before she could do that, the man was already in front of her again and performed a saber swipe at her direction. She acted fast and brought her blade vertically against it to parry it.

But what she couldn't block was the punch in her stomach. It hurt and her lungs were kicked out of air, but she managed to recover fast enough not to die on the battlefield.

The pain in her stomach made her unable to move for a few moments, but when she could, she thrust her blade forward and raised her left hand to use Force Pull on the man to enhance the chances of hitting him. She was slightly exhausted, so her moves may have been bold, but if they managed to do the deal, she had nothing against the bold moves.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post = 8/20]​

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Location: In the arena
Objective: 4. Maiden’s Blade
Allies: None
Enemies: The simply keep coming…

Melori as now was deep in the Force, knowing what her attackers were going to do before they did it. It was far easier than facing the assassin droids in truth. Before she was even aware of reaching for it, her lightsaber was swinging over her shoulder, its blade gleaming as she deflected the blaster bolts that whizzed from the floored Twi’lek’s weapon that she’d written off after she’d removed her hand. She made a mental note to never do that again. She thrust out her free hand, and the blaster leapt from her assailant’s hand towards her, and she caught it deftly. Three shots to the chest and Pink would no longer be a threat.

Blue on the other hand would – as her shoulder now felt searing pain from a vibroblade that fortunately only removed surface skin along with plenty of material as it was swung at her. She’d moved quickly enough to avoid a direct hit, but not enough to clear the attack altogether.

She turned back to face her remaining attacker. Her irises glowed a deep yellow now, the crimson edges almost black in their darkness. Part of her wanted to end this slowly – the rest of her wanted the Twi’lek to suffer.

In the end she decided on swift. She held out her hand and blue light coalesced around the fingertips as she called Force Lightning into play. The energy arced to her opponent and within seconds the final triplet lay dead on the ground.

Melori quickly looked around in case her next opponent was going to be unleashed on her immediately. Perhaps she’d finished this one quicker than expected – or maybe her opponent wasn’t ready yet, because the arena was silent.

 

[Nerius]

[9]
Location: Outskirts
Objective: Make Hell
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

Had he been without armor, the lightsaber that Nerius found coming his way, would likely have not touched anything as he would have molded his body to go around it - like stretching gum then bending the middle outward. But he was weighed down, thus he was hardly surprised when the saber pull combo struck home. Slashing at the joint that connected his bicep to his chest, where his shoulder lay, the pressure bruised instantly - but his armor held.

That was the purpose of Phrik; to hold up against anything is what it did.

Groaning against the damage wrought against his nerve endings, Nerius let himself admire the woman's Force pull. He had performed a Force Push once or twice, yet never had he even imagined that it could go the opposite way! That was something to put away for later review.

While the saber had struck, the only likely hood he could gleam sensible was after glancing off his armor, that it was now sliding past his arm - so Nerius lifted the same arm against the pain in an attempt to wrap around his opponents arm to pin it to his chest.

Then at that time, he sought to bring his most devastating punch towards the bridge of the woman's nose.

 

[Micah Talith]

Objective: To mine/ buy some Netharanium
Location: Near Mavigorn City. Browncoat Industrial and Mohc Extractives
Allies: ?
Enemies:?


"Sir?" a call would draw Micah from his musings, turning his inquisitive gaze over to the miner from Browncoat Industrial. "Got y'er goods here. " he would motion towards two crates that were being wheeled in. So maybe he wouldn't have to go mining himself. All the better.

The crates were cracked open for his inspection, and he went crouching down next to it to reach for a large chunk of ore. He gave a nod. Not too shabby, he mused.

There were just so many different projects he wanted to do. The artifact to mindtrick another Force user into thinking they had been cut off from the Force would certainly take some crafty imbuing. He was however getting better. His latest project, the Cloak of Aatrox, was a perfect example of that.



It was after Micah’s experience on Ord Mirit that the pressing desire to do something about blending into the Force and hiding within it came to a head. Prior to this Force choking experience, Micah had already dabbled in coming up with ideas that would mimic the ability to scatter one’s force signature in an area. After consulting with Dissero and his Oma, Quietus, the effects of a Taozin’s natural Force disguising ability was used. With his Jal Shey Force Imbuing techniques continually growing to mastercraft abilities, this was well within his grasp, but due to the high energy output, would require him to take his time in between imbuings.

Finding no fault in the creation of the AEL Warden Cloak, Micah had decided to augment the cloth by alchemizing and imbuing the five cloaks available to him after purchasing them for his siblings and cousin. He would simply add an additional liner under the cloak of Taozin skin nodules, The crafting, alchemizing and imbuing of these five Warden cloaks took the greater part of three weeks to complete, but the end result was to his liking.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Post Count: {3/20}
Location: Walpurgis Temple
Objective: 3
Allies: OS
Enemies: ??

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIzyoKsWTA4[/youtube]​

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The air suddenly grew cold while an eerie silence blanketed the inside of the temple, while both Darth Venefica and the elder stood there looking at one another. If the elder thought he could force her into attacking or force her to retreat the temple without speaking to him why she was her; he was wrong on both accounts. Granted the numbers were against her and chances were she might day today if it came down to a fight, but before she died so many of the members here would proceed her in death; starting with the elder himself.​

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"Very well, Sith," the elder said drawing the same outcome in his mind as she did in hers. "I speak for the Order so follow me so that you and I can speak freely among ourselves."​

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The elder of the Sion Order led her to a secluded area where only a medium size fountain, surrounded by foliage of different colours, was the only thing present. The green hue water poured from an opening at the top that cascaded down into it's basin, where several small fish-like creatures swam about. The elder took a seat on the fountain's ledge, folding his hands in front of him and placing them upon his lap.​

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"Now Sith, why are you here?"​

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Electing to stand over joining him at the fountain, she thought about what she was going to say. She knew elsewhere that her sisters and brothers where already making their moves that would eventually bring this planet under the rule of the Dark Lord. If he knew or felt this occurring already, he made no mention of it. Still, she would not bring that up first.​

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"First and foremost, I commend you for developing a stable and powerful Order. Rarely does a faction such as this stand the test of time," she began as she placed her hands behind her back, clasping them together.​

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"But times are changing. The galaxy is continuously riddled with war....and not all the blame could be laid at the feet of the Sith. The Republic, the Mandos, and even the Hutts are quickly snatching up worlds....and in some extreme cases eradicating specific Orders they deem troublesome in terms of keeping their hold on the world."​

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"I see," the elder replied. "And you feel our Order could be in such a situation if Mayferria is claimed? Such as the invading Sith. I already know what is transpiring here, no need to confirm or deny it, Sith."​

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"Yes, soon Mayferria will become a part of the Sith Empire," she said smiling. "There is little hope in thinking the planet can protect itself from the Sith war machine. However, I come before you with an offer."​

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"An offer? Are you seeking us out with the hopes we will betray our planet?"​

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"No. I come here offering you a chance at survival. Your Order is one that follows the Darkside, just as the Sith do, and I believe that by joining us you will find it both beneficial and interest wise to do so."​

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"Well, we could always fight you instead and then be free to continue living our lives as well," he replied.​

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"You could but this temple like the other temples around here are occupied by old men and woman....as well as young minds that have not seen enough seasons to be called men or women yet. If you fought us....how long do you think your Order will last?"​

 

[Komo]

Objective: Seek knowledge from the Waldstein Academy
Location: Mayferria surface
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Nil
Posts: [1/20]

Once again the One Sith war machine had moved on, and once again Greta was here to join the party. Just not in the usual way. In her usual fashion, she would be seen claiming lives or contributing to the carnage and destruction wrought by the war machine, but this time it was not to be. The blonde acolyte was here on Mayferria on a different mission. One of knowledge, instead of destruction this time. A wise and capable Sith knew when to show restraint when it was needed. Unlike most of her esteemed colleagues, Greta had came seeking knowledge. New information.

What ever that be used for the betterment of herself and the One Sith. Her target was the Waldstein Academy, Mayferria's centre of planetary knowledge, a massive floating library, choked full of history and knowledge. She knew that her master, [member="Darth Venefica"] would most likely be in the temple, carrying out her duties as the voice, persuading the dark sided cult users to join her, one way or another.

Housed within the floating academy very walls were a sect of force users who were known to be benevolent knowledge keepers. The headmasters of the sect were always on the lookout for new information, and so was she. The very bit of information alone had allowed her to come up with a plan. Greta had heard mention of the humongous academy's defences, and how most weapons ceased to work in its proximity.

The acolyte had been forced to come up with a non-violent plan, one that would not involve combat. Her military calculations built into her from years of training was a key factor in this, and she had came to the conclusion that in this case, a non-violent method would have a higher chance of achieving what she had in mind.

Knowledge.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post = 9/20]​

Location: In the arena
Objective: 4. Maiden’s Blade
Allies: None
Enemies: The simply keep coming…

But Melori didn’t have to wait long.

The corpses and remains of the droids were removed but an attendant indicated Melori should stay put. Over the tannoy, an announcement was made and the Sith wondered how many more rounds she would have to endure to win what was clearly a fight to the death.

“She’s come through unscathed so far but let’s see how she deals with Force-users. Yes, they’re Dark-sided Jedi and there’s two of them.”

The crowd roared but she noticed that a few cheered when she was mentioned. Maybe she was winning them over?

Looking around, she saw two women — and sensed their power. Not wishing to be caught flat-footed, Melori leapt, igniting her sabers as she flew through the air. For a moment she thought her first strike would find its mark, and she was almost disappointed at the thought of ending one of the livesso easily. But at the last instant another blade materialised seemingly out of nowhere to intercept the blow. These two were used to working as a team.

They exchanged a quick flurry of thrusts and parries. Melori tried and failed to draw on her foe’s fear and anger. But they were too controlled, and it felt more like fighting a droid. She forcibly thrust her own fears away and reached deep inside herself to find the fury he needed.

The two now launched themselves at Melori, unleashing their rage as they drew on the power of the Dark-side, unaware that their anger was feeding their opponent, as well.

The taller of the two came in high, her lightsaber slashing at Mlori’s head. At the same time the other came in low, looking to chop at his Darth Timoris’ legs.

The Sith ducked under the taller woman’s blows, spinning to the side as she parried the lightsaber at her knees. The pair came at her again, once more coordinating their attacks, this time trying to flank her on either side. Melori lunged forward, splitting the attack by diving into a forward roll that took her between her two opponents.

For an instant she was vulnerable; one quick cut from either foe could have ended her life. But they were inexperienced, and they hadn’t expected her to move toward them. By the time the taller woman reacted with a backhand swipe of her weapon, the moment had been lost. The lightsaber hummed by her cheek as she tumbled between them, but she emerged unscathed.

The shorter one was slower to react. By the time Melori was back on her feet, this one was only just starting to turn around. The Sith Knight delivered a quick kick to the back of the woman’s knee; the woman pin-wheeled her arms as she fought to regain her balance.

Melori saw the opening and delivered what would have been a lethal blow had the tall woman not thrown herself between them and parried the blow. Her move was reckless and foolhardy, but Melori hadn’t been expecting it, and her impulsive reaction saved her companion. It also exposed her weakness.

The taller female was the more dangerous opponent, but she obviously cared for her partner. She was willing to put herself in harm’s way to defend her — a flaw Melori could easily exploit.

So she abruptly changed tactics, shifting from the conventional position of Makashi form to the acrobatic attack sequences of Ataru. Taking two quick steps to gain speed, Melori leapt at the nearby arena wall, planted both feet on its vertical surface, then pushed off hard to launch herself in a spinning flip over the shorter woman’s head.

Her opponent tried to turn and pivot to keep Melori in front of her, but the furious burst of action was too fast for her lightsaber to track. She was late bringing her blade up to protect her head, once again exposing herself to a lethal strike.

This time when the woman moved in to protect her partner, Melori was ready. She had purposefully directed her leap so that she came in at a sharper angle than necessary, leaving barely enough room for the female to come between her and his supposed target. When Melori suddenly redirected her blade mid-leap to strike at the tall woman instead, she instinctively stepped back to absorb the impact with her own weapon. But with her partner crowded directly behind her, there was no room. Their bodies collided and their feet tangled together, sending both of them crashing awkwardly to the ground.

Melori landed beside their prone forms. She brought her heavy boot crashing down on her fallen foe’s face, relishing the wet crunch of cartilage and bone beneath her heel. Her body spasmed, the muscles locked in the seizures of her death throes.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Post Count: {4/20}
Location: Walpurgis Temple
Objective: 3
Allies: OS
Enemies: ??

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iXMhphebGI[/youtube]​

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"There is some truth to your words, Sith. But we are not weak."​

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"Of course not....or your Order would have been crushed a long time ago," Darth Venefica replied with a small smirk.​

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The elder rose from his seated position and began to walk around the fountain, his eyes following the fish-like creatures that swam around in the water. Ever so often, his head would nod forward as if he was agreeing with whatever he was internally talking about. A couple of times he stopped, dipped his hand in the water, and would frown at the failure of not catching one of the scaly creatures when he retracted his hand. Finally he stopped a few feet from the Sith Lady, eyeing her up and down.​

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"Very well," he spoke, the words escaping his lips carrying a tired sound to them. "Tell me your proposal, Sith. Afterwards, I will need to console with the senior members of the Order."​

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"The Dark Lord does not want to subjugate the members of the Order," she began. That was only a half-truth. If the Sion refused to be indoctrinated into the Sith Order, then on his order the Sion would be fell upon by waiting Sith soldiers and Sith themselves. The survivors, if any, would be made to see the benefits of joining the Sith. The old would surely die, while the young would flourish under new teachings, ideas, and philosophies.​

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"The temple will remain as is....only instead now it will bear the symbols of the Sith Order. All younglings up to the age of ten will be assigned to the various temples around the Dark Lord's holds. Some may even remain here. Those that have reached....maturity....would be tested to prove their worth and loyalty. If they elect to forgo the test, then they will be permitted to leave on their own free will. Those that pass will be elevated to the rank of Sith Knight...and some to the rank of Sith Lord. Those that fail will be exiled from the Dark Lord's territories."​

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Darth Venefica moved to the fountain to allow her words to soak in. Watching the fish-like creatures herself, she observed their nature and patterns. With blinding speed, she jammed her right hand into the water and when she pulled it out, she had one of the creatures in her grip.​

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"Also, you will be permitted to teach your Order's history and proudly display the Order's culture," she continued while holding the fish tighter to keep it from squirming away. "However, all history and culture will first need approval of the temple overseer....and of course the overseer will be chosen by us. The elderly, such as yourself, will be permitted to live free of charge on any of the Sith held words. Some, like yourself, might even be allowed to become advisers to the temple overseers. In essence, your lives are still yours to live but only now you will swear loyalty and allegience to both the Sith Order and the Dark Lord himself."​

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"And if we refuse the offer after debating over your proposal," the elder asked.​

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"Then you risk offending the Dark Lord," she replied crushing the fish in her hand.​

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Post Count: [1/20]
Location: Streets of Mayferria
Objective: 5. Capture the high ranking official
Allies: OS
Enemies: Mayferrian security forces

Isamu watched the dance of death that played out in the skies above him. Starfighters from both sides of the conflict gracefully twisted and turned in the air. They circled each other, fired at each other. Lasers streaked across the sky, while the flaming wreckage of Starfighters plummeted to the fighting-filled streets below. It was beautiful, in a horrifying, utterly brutal sort of way.

Isamu’s squad had spread across two buildings, perched at the top, overlooking the street below. They had been charged with the capture of a high ranking official of the Mayferrian government. Traitors in their midst had leaked the route the official would take in his attempt to escape the city engulfed in chaos. From their vantage point, Isamu’s squad could fire on the transport without fear of hitting each other in the crossfire. Rocket launchers and harpoon guns had been set up on the rooftops overlooking the street. The trap had been set, and now the hunters waited for their unwitting prey to make their appearance.

A glint of light appeared over the horizon. “The prey rushes into the jaws of the predator” mused Isamu. A convoy of three military transports barrelled down the street, headed towards the spaceport. If the spy’s information was accurate; the official was nestled in the innards of the middle transport.

Isamu raised his arm, and the men readied their weapons. Their fingers lightly hovered over the triggers, and their breaths bated with anticipation. The transports came closer, and the soldiers’ hearts started to race. The tension in the air was palpable. Closer and closer the transports came, they had entered into the trap. Isamu’s arm came down, cutting through the air. “Fire!”

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post = 10/20]​

Location: In the arena
Objective: 4. Maiden’s Blade
Allies: None
Enemies: The simply keep coming…

In theory the fight was over. Melori had dispatched the more dangerous foe and should have ended the life of the other easily. But the shorter opponent was not only fighting to save her life but was clearly looking to avenge the other’s death.

She came at Melori was passion. The Sith caught the woman's energy blade on her own, sending sparks flying in all directions. Then, before she could counter her opponent tumbled to the side, momentarily out of her reach.

"Even losing whelps can surprise me," Melori growled, taking a cautious step toward her. "But in the end, it's always the same. The whelp is dead, and I score another kill."

Her opponent tried to steady her voice, but instinctively she knew she was no match for the Sith. "You have a lot of deaths to answer for," she said, keeping her lightsaber's blade in front of her.

"Perhaps, whelp, perhaps." She took another step toward her. "But I won't be answering to you."

They danced to a life-or-death song only they could hear. It was a dance of violence that reverberated in the Force. The two combatants took each other's measure with a series of strikes and counter-strikes. One gave ground, then took it back – as they sliced and parried. Time seemed to ebb and flow, each moment a complex clash of Force-enhanced attacks and blocks that played out in a kind of slow motion.

The Sith now forced the pace and launched a barrage of deadly strikes at her opponent. The short woman pulled deeply from the Force and countered each one but each time with less and less margin for error. She spun and tumbled, probing her own technique for an opening. But found none.

Melori knew she should have finished this fight by now. She let his anger build. This gave her strength, allowing the Dark-side to blossom within her. Her lightsaber twirled from one side to the other, blocking a strike here, parrying a swipe there.

Finally she balled her free hand into a fist, squeezing tight and imagining all of her anger slipping down her arm to pool there. She imagined it was a tightly wound spring. Then, when her opponent’s weapon bounced away from her parry, turning her slightly to one side, Melori opened her hand and unleashed the power that was concentrated therein. The Force spread out like a wave, striking the short woman and knocking her backwards, onto her behind.

Melori called the Force to her again, let it surround her, and then she leaped. As she landed, she lashed out, the burning blade of her weapon skewering the short woman who lay prone.

Both opponents were now dead. A slow clap started around the arena and built until in the end, the whole crowd was applauding her efforts. They were a tough act, but she figured she’d finally won them over.

 

[Asajj]

Location: Mayferria Bank
Objective: 5. Make a withdrawal
Allies: Hired Mercenaries
Enemies: Any hostage who tries to move...

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery!" A rather high-pitched voice called out, causing the already-cowering civilians to drop to the floor screaming. Sith ships were at their doorstep, and now they were being robbed, it was safe to say they were having a bad day. Luckily, Asajj was their to cheer them up.
"Tie 'em down boys!" She ordered her men, paid mercenaries who couldn't wait for their share of the loot. They began restraining the civilians in handcuffs and lining them up against one of the walls. Behind the desks one of them saw movement and, true to the brutish mind of soldiers, he opened fire. Blaster bolts ripped through the weakpoints of the glass, reaching the workers behind.
"Hey! Easy on the trigger finger!" Asajj glared at the man, jabbing her thumb towards herself. "I do the killing." Replying with a hesitant nod, the merc turned to tie down another civilian. Sighing, Asajj made her way towards the door that let into the back of the bank. Inches of durasteel, nothing special, but something that certainly made her wish she had a lightsaber.

Reaching into her bag, Asajj drew out a small toy. At first it looked like a wind-up soldier, which it originally was, but when she put it on the floor and began winding up the mechanism, the resulting sound indicated it was not just going to walk. Settled by the door, the soldier toy began to emit a beeping sound, at which Asajj skipped away from with a large grin.
"Fire in the hooooooole!" She shouted, plugging her ears with her fingers as the door exploded with a very loud bang. The hostages squirmed in fear, and even the mercs turned their heads for a moment.
"What're you lookin' at? Guard the entrance!" Her demanding voice drilled into them, causing them to turn away even if it was to look at a wall. Satisfied by their obedience, Asajj went deeper into the bank...

 

[Komo]

Objective 2 : Seek knowledge from Waldstein Academy
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Nil
Posts: [2/20]

On the surface of Mayferria, Greta had her trusty datapad in hand. A flurry of fingers brought up a communication window along several others. Now that she was planet-side, it was time to put her plan into action. After going through several hoops and unsuccessful attempts, she managed to get through to the academy's headmasters. An arrangement had been made after a rather lengthy discussion. Promises had been made, and an agreement had been settled on. The headmasters at Waldstein Academy would send a shuttle of their own to pick her up to continue the rest of whatever came next face-to-face. They too knew that the planet was under siege and would not last much longer against the ever-hungry war machine that is the One Sith.

The humongous pyramid housed libraries of knowledge, both ancient and present, and the keepers would give their lives to protect them if necessary. The headmasters would not see them lose their lives unnecessarily, and made decided on the mentioned discussion. The trip to the academy was a quiet and uneventful one, and it only comprised of a skeleton crew, with just a pilot and a co-pilot. As they began the approach on the massive awe-inspiring floating pyramid, a panel opened up in the bottom to allow the craft to go through, before sliding shut seamlessly, as if it was never there.

The pyramid's interior was bigger than she could have even imagined. It was definitely much bigger than it looked on the outside. Its ceilings were so high, they seemed endless and its marble floors were filled with a plethora of passageways. A middle aged man in scholarly robes appeared out from one of them, stretching out an arm in greeting and invitation. "If you would please follow me, the grandmasters await."

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post = 11/20]​

Location: In the arena
Objective: 4. Maiden’s Blade
Allies: None
Enemies: There will be another one along soon…

Melori was surprised to be ushered out of the Arena. It seemed her next opponent wasn’t ready for her.

So she was shown to a back-stage area where she was given a very small room to ‘rest in.’ She suspected it was a broom-closet most of the time as it housed a single chair and not enough room to swing an Ewok.

And right now she’d like to find one, just to prove her theory. As a Sith, she was denied the use of the Force to repair and recuperate, but meditation usually helped at least.

It was then that the euphoric feeling of being attached to the Dark-side of the Force wore off and despite her victories, she realised she hadn't escaped unscathed.

Her body was covered with painful bruises and contusions, but most importantly her left shoulder had been dislocated. And she tasted blood in her mouth, oozing from the gap where one of her teeth had been knocked out. Fortunately, none of her wounds was life threatening.

Moving gingerly, as the adrenaline wore off, the pain kicked in harder. She was aware her left arm was now dangling all but useless from her side.

She rummaged around her bag until she found it. An emergency med-kit. It took her three tries to open the latch with only one good hand. She removed a stim and injected it directly into her thigh. Within seconds she could feel her body's own natural healing properties beginning to kick into overdrive in response to the healing shot. The blood flowing from her cuts began to clot. More important, the shot helped dull the pain from her shoulder allowing her to walk and breathe more freely.

But if she were to continue, it required more direct treatment. Grabbing her left wrist with her right hand and gritting her teeth against the pain, she pulled with all her might, hoping the shoulder would pop back into place. A simple procedure, it required a tremendous amount of torque to work effectively, and she soon discovered she simply couldn't get the leverage she needed to perform the manoeuvre on herself.

Grunting and sweating from her exertions, she realized she'd have to take more extreme measures. Lowering herself to a sitting position on the floor of the corridor – the room was too small – she stretched forward and bent her knees so she could grip the wrist of her injured arm securely between her ankles. She took a deep breath, then thrust her legs straight while throwing her torso backward.

She screamed as the shoulder snapped back into the socket with an audible pop. The sudden jolt of pain was excruciating; it took every bit of strength she had left to keep from passing out. As it was she simply lay on her back, pale and shivering from the ordeal. But she was rewarded a few seconds later by the pins and needles of sensation rapidly being restored to the fingers of her left hand.

Timing.

It was all about timing.

At that precise moment she heard her name being announced as her next bout was due to start in…precisely one minute.

 

[Asajj]

Location: Mayferria Bank
Objective: 5. Make a withdrawal
Allies: Hired Mercenaries
Enemies: Silly guards...
Post: 2/20

The alarm sounded almost as soon as she stepped through the broken door. With a sinister smile, Asajj swung the chaingun hanging on her back into her hands, aiming it down the corridor. Already she could sense guards coming, their fear gave her the tip-off. Her chaingun began spinning, and as the first guard came into sight it let out a stream of blaster bolts. The corridor lit up red as the inaccurate yet overpowering spray cut down anyone unlucky enough to try step in front of her. All the while her face was plastered with a sickening grin, eyes wide with excitement. Muffled screams came from behind as the hostages heard the slaughter, unable to cry for help.

"Clean up on Aisle 3!" Asajj giggled, swinging her chaingun behind her and continuing down the river of bodies she had created. At the very end was her prize; the vault. A toy soldier wouldn't cut it this time, she needed something bigger and nastier. From her bag came Mr Snuggles, her childhood teddy bear, except there seemed to be wires running through him, and a big box stuffed in his stomach. "Sorry Mr Snuggles, I'll miss you!" Pressing the bear against the vault, it stuck and began beeping. Yet again she moved away, even further this time, and plugged her ears shut with her fingers.

"BOOOOM!"

 

[Darth Ferus]

Whoops, double post.​

 

[Darth Ferus]

[4/20]
Location: Small Village
Objective: Find the Iron Strategist
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Those in his way.​

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"Quiet at first. There's someone we need to find before they're alerted. The story keeper. Find him, then we can kill the rest." With that, Ferus went down low, his body naturally blending into the darkness around him. He was a hunter of far more dangerous opponents than those within this village. Quick as a shadow he went off, knowing full well his apprentice would stick close behind him. That's what he had trained her to do after all.​

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Nearing the gate, a simple wooden one with a wooden wall, he would slip through with the speed worthy of any Sith Lord, blowing past a guard who had just turned his back long enough for him to do so undetected. Into a nearby bush he went, crouched low as he watched out, and waited for the student to catch up.​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[4/20]
Location: On a plain.
Objective: Find the Iron Strategist.
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: TBA.

“Understood, Lord Ferus.”

With a small bow of her head, Saiah followed suit. Her body did not blend in with the darkness as easily as Ferus’, yet she was more than capable of staying unseen. Always staying in the blind-zone, and moving too fast to catch. Stealth was second nature to her by now. Yet, she lagged behind the more experienced Master. As she came to the wooden wall, the guard turned sharply to see what had made the draft that blew past him in the wake of Ferus. As he did, she slipped past his back and entered through the gateway.

She passed the bush and glued herself to a wall, sinking into the shadows. Only by knowing she was there would one notice her. Through hand signals, she warned Darth Ferus that she would make her way through the back of the buildings, work through the shadows between them and the wall. The risk was that she may get spotted from above, but she was confident in her abilities of stealth, detection and silently taking out watchful eyes if it was needed.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Sage Bane's Subjugator-Class Assault Corvette
Objective: Plunder the institutes for Netharanium
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: Anyone who wants to play
1/20

Standing on the bridge of his Subjugator-Class Assault Corvette, Arcanus Osbcurus, his gaze drawn to the flecks of stars in space over the planet of Mayferria, Sage Bane waited. A dropship was being readied to take he and a new Sith Apprentice, [member="Animus Malgus"] to the surface. Their mission today? To plunder the institutes of the capital city of Joto for its spoils. The Temple of Pain, the One Sith's new Alchemy epicenter on Fresia could use a stockpile of rare materials, like the plentiful Netharanium that institutes held. The amber, lightweight ore was extremely malleable and would be useful for the metallurgy involved in making Sith artifacts, amulets or even armor.

The substance was even said to have minor lightsaber resistance, and its Psychomagnotheric properties caused the material to change colors depending on the emotional state of the user. If you wanted to be a Sith of a different color, you could. Literally.

Along the way, Sage hoped to teach Apprentice Malgus a lesson or two in Illusions, particularly the skill of Doppelganger, otherwise known as Similfuturus. Both mouthfuls described a power that allowed the wielder to create a perfect illusionary twin of him or herself. It was a trick that Sage had employed in battle time and time again, and never failed to be entertained when it fooled his foes. Sage was certain that once the two men got dirtside there would be plenty of Joto soldiers to provide fodder for the acolyte's lessons.