From The Old Comes The New [TSE Dominion of Kushibah]

[Juliet Varos]

Kushibar Surface
Objective: Get through this damned foliage

”Ugh! I HAVE STEPPED IN ANOTHER PUDDLE!!”
Valek’s eye twitched as he heard the Sith woman complain. Again. For the fourth time in the past five minutes. About the puddles alone. The mercenary was almost ready to turn his cannon on the woman herself, if she wasn’t paying him to keep her safe. He had taken the job out of desperation, and he had heard Sith were usually simple to work with. Usually.
“This forest is so incredibly ugly to look at, it is hurting my eyes, and I left my eye drops on Bastion!”

He glared back at her, almost not believing she was actually a Sith. Weren’t they more impressive, brooding, and less bitchy than this? Finally, the woman stepped into a puddle, and her boots were sucked into the mud. She shrieked, watching her boots disappear. Then she looked at him, with a certain expression, and he knew what she wanted. No. No way, he was not going to carry her. Not in a million years.

With Juliet in his arms and his cannon across his back, Valek felt ready to flip out. This had to be over soon, or he was going to lose his damned mind.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Kushibah.
Objective: Gain more allies.
Allies: Himself.

The rest of the journey was filled with pensive silence.

Part of him didn't like this- too many variables, coincidences and chance to truly put him at ease, but the greater part of the Muun knew that this was an opportunity one way or another. If the maker of these beasts was still alive and had been setting this up as some sort of test for his creations, then there was a shot here. To gain more knowledge for himself as his allies increased.

After all, someone who could warp living beings and give them sentience would be a bounty of knowledge.

"We are almossssst there, my Lord." Vazz whispered now and seemed to turn more inwards. It was an instinctual reflex of a predator cowed, making itself smaller to be a target overlooked. Curious, but perhaps that was conditioning speaking. Almost as once the Xinkra suddenly halted. All except Vazz who continued onward, brushing past his brothers and sisters and giving way for the Muun himself.

Ardeth pressed on and then saw it.

It was a door, ripped off its hinged, bulky steel warped by strong claws and need of freedom.

Only some time passed, but already nature was reclaiming parts of the entrance. It led down, down, down, down, no lights there. Only shadows swallowing the staircase wherever it wound up.

"Your pack does not seem to want to join us." Ardeth pointed out, as he looked back and noticed them slinking back into the shadows. "Is their fear your fear, Vazz?" It was, but the Xinkra still had the blood of the Alpha in him and buffed his shoulders up. Shaking a large lumbering head and drawing back lips to show the rows and rows of impressive teeth hiding behind them.

"Never, Lord. You go and I follow."

That impressed the Muun and he simply nodded. "We go then." Slowly the darkness ate them whole as they descended down, it would not be long before the light of the surface died and only shadows remained.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

It was such a... mesmerizing, terrible and necessary sight as the creatures were restrained and the experiments began. Some would think that sedation might be needed, but clearly they had never heard how Sith conducted research. Every scream, every snarl and cry, every tissue sample retrieved and vial of fluid taken meant another observation to be noted down. Another piece of data that could be a vital piece in achieving an answer. Plus, the more macabre of the Sith gained some degree of power from the fear and agony.

"Another conclave of the Jedi was held on Coruscant recently," she said, arms clasped behind her back as well, yellow eyes fixed on the process of extraction. "It came to the usual conclusions, general agreements of help when it could be offered, but no concrete alliances or signs of unification taking root yet. They did agree that some sort of emergency council be put in place to quicken how help can be distributed, but again nothing significant was established in reality yet. The representatives from the Silver Jedi did mention that they were working on contingency plans to survive any destruction of their regime."

One of the mutated Kushisban gave an extraordinarily loud roar as a deep incision was made. She waited for it to die before continuing.

"The New Jedi Order is still in the process of recovering from the destruction of the Sullust Temple by the Contingency. Many perished or were injured in the collapse. Currently, Grand Marshal Omai Rhen is taking a constructive route, in light of the Order being weakened. More operations are being launched on Tython to cleanse it of the Ember of Vahl influence, and the planet of Coruscul is being opened to embassies from the various Jedi groups."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Syss Rembala]

Location: Cave System
Objective: 2. Destroy the nests
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] ~ [member="Scipio Alta"] ~ [member="Darth Lykos"]

The acolyte stopped gently her pace as soon as a presence was perceived, walking her way. Years among the Sith had taught her to identify them quite easily, or more precisely, to identify their rank. She watched as a woman, a Sith Lord walked passed her and introduced herself. The name was enough for Syss to know who she was in the presence of. Offering a court nod, complying with the respect that was expected of her but that she would have willingly given even if she had a choice. "Syss Rembala, my Lord." she replied, answering what she was asked and returning to her silence.

Soon enough, a man joined them. He was an ordinary human, there was nothing to him that would be deemed special and yet the lieutenant had a certain way of carrying himself, she could tell, that made him stand out. Syss had the feeling the man must have a very curious personality, but now was not the time for her curiosity, so she simply continued after the Lord, not loosing the focus on the task at hand until a third presence joined the growing party, just as they were about to be engulfed by the darkness of the caves. She knew immediately she had never been in the presence of him before, yet if her experience did not fail her, he was also one of her superiors. Of course, the Umbaran had her best guesses, but she would never dare say nor even think them out loud.

The first steps into the cave brought a smile to her face, it took her eyes a few seconds to get accustomed to the change but she had grown up in a poorly lit planet. She did not have night-vision nor would be able to navigate the caves solely with her sight, but her eyes were certainly not that bothered about the absence of light. The acolyte took a deep breath and allowed some of her contained energy to flow through her in the form of the Force, making her senses spring to life slightly. Keeping herself ready for any surprises, Syss moved through the cave system behind the Sith Lords. It could not be long before they found the nests.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Landed ship, Kushibah
Objective: Get ready to get to work
Allies: [member="Atmeiktes"]

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The Sith Empire was a nation she gladly supported and wished to see grow, and helping that goal was done regularly because of this. It had been very much beneficial to her, yet she was always careful. Empires rose and fell, it was simply the way the galaxy worked, and if that were to happen she would make sure not to fall with it. For everything that was provided to her- and her wife- however she saw no issue in standing with her allies in expanding their territory. That was only part of the reason the woman had touched down on Kushibah's surface today, though. Two birds would be killed with one stone today. Efficiency, something that was always a good thing.

"Welcome to Kushibah, Atmeiktes."

The trip would also serve as a way to teach her apprentice is a more practical way, a method Avacyn much preferred over more classic training methods. Those had their place and were most definitely useful, but outings like this were real where normal training was just practice. Seeing what a person was made of was much easier to do in an environment like this. As the redhead walked down the boarding ramp, her booted feet making a clanking sound everytime they hit the metal of the ramp, she looked over to [member="Atmeiktes"] and waited until she had disembarked before letting it back up again. "The native species of this planet aren't very friendly, to say the least. Attempts at diplomacy have failed, so now it is time to show them how Sith answer opposition." Any who would look to attack either her apprentice or herself would not walk out of that encounter alive, not if she had anything to say about it. "Be ready to cut them down to size if need be."

 

[Kizaark]

Kushibah
Objective I - Prepare to defend against the assault.

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With the new territory and position came new terminology, new friends and new foes.

In truth, the Fallen Son didn't know what an 'outpost' was, nor did he know anything about the planet he found himself on. As he traveled on the ship that transported him to Kushibah, the second time he had actually traveled through space at all, someone in the passenger compartment had offhandedly said it whilst they were in transit. He had been sat among a compartment of Sith troopers who were there to support the contingent of Sith that had been assigned to this mission. With the game of numbers being in the native's favor rather than their own, it made sense that the Sith Empire would try to even the odds in the bloodshed to come. It wasn't that the Sith assigned to this mission weren't able to handle themselves, the numbers themselves would have ended in a poor result no matter how skilled the Sith were. At least that was how the briefing had sounded and to the Fallen Son... Well...

He didn't know numbers, he didn't understand the specifics of the battle to come. There was to be a hunt, one that involved standing still and waiting for the prey to come to him like a trap. Another was to go and destroy the nests of the beasts they wished to hunt, more exterminate than anything else. Sitting rather uncomfortably in the small seat that was clearly designed for a smaller humanoid than himself, his crude armor that he had carried on his back all the way from his home on Barab I covered the majority of his appearance, the sword and spear sat by him did garner a few curious looks from one trooper or another, though they held their tongues. Even if the armored Barabel wasn't force sensitive, the fact that he looked like he could break a man like a twig with the effort of such warranted friendly ties alone. The savage tribal sat among sophisticated men in their modern armor and blaster rifles; the sort of weapon that would have killed him if not for the outsider's intervention that fateful night.

How the tables had turned, now he was the outsider.

The shuttle landed in the outpost and the ramp lowered itself, allowing the passengers to disembark and set themselves up within the abandoned outpost. The lush green foliage that spanned for miles around, quite frankly, took some getting used to. This being the second planet off Barab I that the Fallen Son had found himself upon, the clear-as-day differences between here, Bastion and Barab I were amazing to the Barabel, it would need more exploration and study once everything here was said and done. As the troopers ran to their positions and their commanders began prep work to get everything into some sort of defensive order before the claws of the natives would be upon them, Kizaark joined them, sword in one hand the spear in the other. They had two hours to prepare and settle in before the assault was reported to hit them; it was plenty of time, at least if everything went as planned.

"Hey, Lizard! A little help!?"

A trooper called out to Kizaark, him and his buddy trying to open the door to one of the prefab buildings within the outpost that had been left ajar but was either out of power or the door was simply busted. Whatever the case, the two troopers tried their best to open it with no such luck, finding their situation fruitless until they spotted the Barabel stood among the hive of activity. The Fallen Son walked over, placing his weapons down on the ground before walking up to the door and taking each part in hand before pulling them apart to gain entry. The door wasn't a thick blast door, more so a small double-door entrance that simply needed more muscle than the two troopers could put together. With their way in, the troopers moved inside to complete their objective.

Picking up his weapons, Kizaark moved about the outpost, taking in the scenery and, perhaps more importantly, help with the preparations. His use was limited until the enemy came face to face with him, though no doubt someone of his stature could find applications somewhere or another.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

KUSHIBAH // TEAM B​

Near the Cave.​

Day by day, week by week. The Sith Empire conquered all in its path and it wasn't slowing down anytime soon. Venthis entered the planet's atmosphere within his new personal starfighter. Taking part in another conquest. The Empire came and took whatever it wanted, squashing everything that stood in their path.

Darkness crept over the planet, as the Sith began their domination of Kushibah. Venthis' ship came down to the surface, in the middle of nowhere. Trees parted, to allow the ship to lower down to the ground. Venthis slowly made his way down to the exit of the ship and made his way down the ramp. He glanced about before looking to his datapad. He had noted the location of the cave, beforehand on his datapad. Now... it was merely the task of getting there.

He began to walk down the trail, hearing whispers and calls through the trees. He was not alone. He cautiously kept his eyes peeled across the treeline. The worst situation is one where you don't know what is going on.

Brr- Kaaa.

A creature called out from the near distance. Venthis paused, turning his head choosing against his instinct to follow it. He looked to his datapad once more, noting where he was going. Zzzzzt. His datapad had shut down, leaving him clueless of how to get to the cave.

"Ergh, this would only happen to me." He said, releasing a long sigh.

Yet he continued, in the direction he was going.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Juliet Varos"]

She gathered her things and looked at the small alien beings. She could not fathom how they could be such pacifist at a time like this. She understood why they wanted to ignore the danger. She understood the desire for a peaceful life, but it was horribly misguided.

She walked away with her bag over her shoulder and moved past the small laser emplacement she had encouraged them to build by the gate. She moved out through a field toward her Sekotan ship that she had built on her homeworld before venturing out among the stars.

She paused on a hill and picked some silkweed before she looked up to see a woman approching her direction. She could feel herself tense and only avoided her lightsaber and it's lavender blade through a mental effort. She had thought she was alone in this part of the planet. She stood and began moving forward toward the woman. Her thick black ponytail swayed back and forth across her back as her sandles plodded through a patch of Silkweed.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective 1: Hold the fort
Sub objective: Complete a roleplay through the eyes of an NPC accompanying your character. Also, hi Enyo.
NPC: Lt. Barlan Sucz.
Tag: [member="Enyo Typhos"]

“Enyo Typhos. It has indeed, yet you always find time for a good fight.”

While the Sith Lord spoke, Barlan eyed the cyborgs moving away in silence. She could see them exchange looks and make facial expressions as though they were listening to something. Yet there was no sound. Could they read minds. Were they reading her mind just then? She tried to think very hard about blue milk gone off.

Stinky blue milk. Stinky blue milk. Stinky blue milk. Stinky blue milk! Any changes? Any curls of the nose or other olfactory organs?

None. They were not monitoring her. Or perhaps the test was just utter shit.

“Lt. Sucz,” The Sith Lord pronounced it ‘sass’. “-meet Enyo Typhos.” Barlan saw the knowing look and felt ashamed of how her mind had trailed off. She focused, shifted the helmet to her left hand, and put out her right. Her expression stern, but not aggressive.

“Barlan Sucz. An honour. Ma’am” She had learned it was better not to make assumptions about rank lest they were already hinted to. Lord Ophidia had not mentioned any “darth”, “general” or “knight”, so she assumed this was a warrior of repute but little rank. Mercenaries?

Barlan turned to Neda with a mixture of expectation and tentative initiative geared at introduction. She had already given her name once in Neda’s proximity. Neda intrigued Barlan in ways. She wore military clothing and had the correct attitude, but she was not of the Legion or Armada as far as the Mirialan could tell. She seemed far too calm to be a rookie, no this one had seen war like few others. Proper star wars, between Jedi and Sith wielding weapons and power beyond belief.

Again, she felt the piercing glance of Lord Ophidia at the back of her head. Her presence cold like an open freezer. She wanted to look, to make sure the feeling of hands lingering just above her neck and shoulders was just an illusion. It reminded her of the walking dead; of a wall of light; of her little brother’s charred- No. Not now. Focus, Barlan! Focus.

A hand extended in greeting to Neda.

 

[Komo]

Kushibah
Objective 1: Hold the Fort and Prepare for Assault
(Sub Objective: Complete a roleplay through the eyes of an NPC accompanying your character)

A fleet of troop transport ships headed in strict formation towards the planet of Kushibah. They were carrying within a company of Firebats, elite soldiers and combat veterans of many campaigns. The history of the unit saw combat as far as the glory of the One Sith days. Scattered among their respective ships, each transport held its own complement of brave warriors ready to carry out the will of their boss, Sith knight Greta Kohler as she carried out the will of the Sith Empire. The Firebats were one of the many that were dispatched to the abandoned outpost where they had to begin fixing and placing fortifications and defence emplacements of their own as they began to prepare for an assault and a possible siege on their location.

Their unit had been sent to reinforce the Imperial Legion and other mercenaries groups that would be present to hold the fort and prepare for any impending assault or attack that would come their way. In one of these ships sat one Wilhelm Vogel, a lieutenant who was second in command to his platoon just like each of the many officers who held charge of their own respective platoons. Wilhelm was not like the rest of his platoon.

The amount of combat experience he’d seen was nowhere as much as the rest of his platoon and was thus considered a rookie despite being an officer. The young soldier was hopeful that this mission would be able to allow him to show what he was capable of, for he had plenty to prove to both his Captain and those under his charge. The fleet of ships began to stream in towards a landing zone in a clearing near the fort, which was already bustling with activity as the Imperial Legion and its assorted mercenaries began to work on the defences and other various preparations for the assault come. Orders could be heard barking out from the various commanders and Wilhelm heard his captain gave his own for the platoon to form up, and in drilled perfection, the companies ready for inspection the moment Lady Kohler arrived to inspect them and take the head of the column to begin the march into the fort.

He watched as the Sith gave them a stoic gaze before she nodded and began moving on, the troops marching in unison behind her, singing their marching song as they did so. It was a fine day for a battle, and the young officer was in high spirits, his morale high and his mood enthusiastic.

 

[Gavin Coral]

Gavin responed "Well worth a shot." and began llifting the heavy piece of machinjery onto the tower where it belonged. Hecentered the sattelite's base onto the slot wjere it would go, then very slowly lowered it in place. Gavin decided to go one more step and using the force grabbed the bolts and lifted them up, then tightened tehe sattelite into it's position. Gavin smiled, he never thought that the force would help him in his engineerin, and he'd just proved himself wrong. Turning to [member="Darth Banshee"] he added " Now how about we get trenches dug?"

 

[Amaliya Darrena]

The Space Above Kushibah
Objective: 1, Provide Air Support
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Kizaark"], [member="Enyo Typhos"]

Her first mission as commander of Blue Squadron. Syrena felt almost nervous, if she did not have her training and battle experience. The others in Blue Squadron weren't so lucky. The pilots stood around her as she explained the mission in the hangar of their larger ship transporting them, helmets in hand, nervous and pale.
". . . once we exit the planet's atmosphere, we will go to these coordinates." She tapped the map with her finger, giving the exact spot. "That's where the first expedition was destroyed. And that's where they're sending the reinforcements. Infantry, Sith Lords, cyborgs, we're pulling out all the stops. Intel suggests the natives are mounting a massive assault against the outpost, and we have two hours to get ready. The troops are landing as we speak, and setting up defenses. Our job is provide support from the air. Strafing runs, proton torpedoes, dive bombs, anything we can do to take out the primates. Of course, don't hit our troops. Any questions?"
Blue Squadron was silent.
"Good. Follow my lead, hit the furry things, don't hit the metal ones. Let's move out, Blue Squadron."

As Syrena piloted her Interceptor down through the atmosphere, the slower fighters followed behind. She keyed the comms through her pilot's helmet as her eyes ran over her instruments.
"Blue Squadron report in."
As the voices of her pilots keyed in, she nodded. Things were going smooth, by the books, just as she liked it. As they approached closer to the planet, she switched her comms down the base, relaying her signal and words to anyone at the outpost.
"Imperial outpost, this is Blue Leader. En route to your position for air support, T minus fifteen minutes to our arrival."

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Kushibah.
Objective: Gain more allies.
Allies: Himself.

The winding staircase ended in a damp cavernous hall.

Its walls and floor were gashed with deep cuts from the same talons that the Xinkra possessed. Their flight must have been particularly fear-inducing, if they had ran so hard they lost control over the pressure of their own limbs. "I... do not remember thisssss." Vazz slissed as he came closer to a set of particular prints on the wall. Placing his claws over it they made a perfect combination and suggested that this was his claw-print embedded into the wall.

"You do not?"

Caution rose inside of the Muun at that admission. He crouched down by a particular set of prints, finger brushing the line of it and following along while waiting for the Xinkra to shake himself out of his revelry. "It was chaosss, my Lord." Now Vazz seemed just a touch defensive, his tone not liberated, but held back as if true emotions were roiling just underneath the surface. Ardeth would have to be careful here, because something was most definitely not as it seemed.

"When we woke, everything hurt... red before our eyessss. We fell on each other firssst."

So, they had first killed each other, before the sudden rise of sentience had made them halt in their actions.

"What happened next?" Ardeth asked as he rose. The Xinkra was still paying undue attention to the print, not wanting to meet his eye. "What. Happened. Next." Static cackled between finger tips, arcs merging together in the air and causing bursts of discharge. Harmless, but effective to relay exact meaning to those unwilling to listen to reason. It worked too, the Xinkra looked up and there was shame in its eyes. "We were hungry, we ate what we had. Then we ran."

They stared at each other for what seemed to be minutes, but it could not have been more than a few seconds.

Eventually Ardeth nodded. It was enough for now, even if the Sith wasn't yet satisfied with this entire scenario. There were still things hiding in the dark and the Muun wasn't sure what it was exactly. They continued their stride, through the damp caverns and in the end, as they turned a bend a light emerged at the far-end of the corridor.

"That wasss not there lassst time."

The Muun just grunted, unclipping his lightsaber from the belt.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Objective 3: Hold the fort
Complete a roleplay through the eyes of an NPC accompanying your character.
NPC: Neda Chazzak, Enyo's minion.
@Syrena Colsin, [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Kizaark"]


There had been a milk shop in the Kuati slum Neda had grown up in. The blue milk had never been good, but it had been something. Then the shop had become collateral damage to one of the many gang wars. She'd gotten out of the slum by more or less willingly joining the OS Stormtrooper Corps. Join the army, see the galaxy, fight - and die - for the not so omnipotent Dark Lord! Those were the days.


Anyhow, Neda kept track of the soldiers' deployment while Typhos and the Sith Lady exchanged pleasantries. It was a bit like standing in the presence of two lions and hoping you did not get caught in the middle if they decided to bite each other.


"Looking forward to a good fight here. No Jedi to burn down the battlefield for us, but we shall terminate all opposition without them." Neda found the reference to Mirial a bit insensitive, given the Lieutenant's ethnicity. "Your troops are ready?"


The Boss acknowledged the aforementioned Lieutenant with a curt nod, but said nothing. Her tone was chilly. This was, as Neda had discovered, nothing personal. Typhos was simply no good at small talk. Or interested in appearing personable. "Acknowledged, Blue Leader," Typhos responded when the message from Blue Squadron got through.


Neda's eyes fell upon the Lieutenant 'Sass'. "Lieutenant Neda Chazzak, Iron Fist Consortium." They were the same rank, but it seemed that worlds lay between them when it came to experience. The Mirialan seemed antsy to her. Burdened by fire and brimstone raining down upon her homeworld? Or by the eyes of a Sith Lord being upon her? Maybe both.


The Zabrak took the extended hand. 'Sass' would feel cold metal touch her, for Neda's hand was a cybernetic. She was careful to keep the grip from getting unpleasant. "Looking forward to the action, huh? We can go over deployment to make sure our troops are in sync and don't tread on each other. Our 'borgs are grownups who know their job." Neda's tone was to the point, but friendlier than the Boss'.


Meanwhile, the cyborgs were moving to their deployment zones. Defences and the generator should be online in due time. Neda could see them as little dots on her HUD, showing location, combat status and so on.


The Boss would have the same info, but she could always keep track of her minions via her implants and some space magic that Neda did not really understand. If she wanted, she could access an Eisenkrieger's ocular implants and see what they saw. Or replay the info stored in their brain implants.


It was eerie - that feeling that you were always being watched - any time, any place. But what bothered Neda was the most that...it did not really bother her that much anymore. She could not help appreciate the order and structure the Boss provided.


Ever since the Boss had rebuilt her after she'd been grievously injued during an attack on that Archangel outpost. She pushed these thoughts aside and focused on what was to come. The Geist at the Boss' side remained still and rigid, lightsabre resting on belt. Probe droids should give them a headsup. Since this thread has more than thirty posts, perhaps it was time for a mild time skip so that the furries could make their move.

 

[Zef Halo]

TEAM B, KUSHIBAH
STILETTO TWO-ONE
OPERATION: PEST CONTROL

The cave tunnel they followed was clear of obstacles but full of turns. At one point it kept going down into a spiral, as if nature had intended this to be pathway straight to the nests.

Or hopefully straight to the nests.

Now, Scipio didn't understand much of what exactly was going on Kushibah. He'd read the intel, heard the rumors. Some said evolution, some said experiments. But did it matter much? The Legion was here to clear the monsters, no questions asked. No answers needed.

"Getting heat signals from down 'ere." Scipio stated as his thermal vision showed him moving colorful patterns further down the cave network.

The issue was the pathway diverted into two. As far as intel goes - they said go left.

"Our intel had us go to the left. 'pposedly there were nests tha' way." The lieutenant informed the Sith as his squad closed by him. His thick agriworld accent evident even through his helmet's annunciator. "So we'll be movin' left."

Alta knew protocol. He'd give it a few moments for any of the Sith to voice their disagreement (if they had any) and if they had none, Stiletto Two-One was marching left.

[member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Syss Rembala"] | [member="Darth Lykos"]​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He barely surpressed a fit of mocking laughter.

"The Jedi are torn by indecision and doctrinal differences. So long as they remained wholly divided they will never be able to muster the strength to repel our growth, until it is too late." It was an amusing turn of events. The Sith, often stereotyped as backstabbing and intrinsically self-destructive, had united under the banner of his Empire and were wholly convicted in their quest to eclipse the light. Meanwhile the Jedi were broken, scattered, fragmented...

His train of thought was momentarily interrupted by the piercing screams of the Kushibans, one of whom was having his skin peeled back by surgical knives and pincers. Every scream, every tidal wave of pain was analyzed and documented and added to the medical archives onboard the Blade of Fate.

"This embassy on Coruscal interests me, I want you to keep an eye on any new developments regarding this embassy. I also want the names of every Jedi Master who attended the summit on Coruscant and what Order they represented. Now, more than ever, the Empire relies on you, Lady of Secrets."

[member="Taeli Raaf"]​

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: [member="Gavin Coral"]

She watched him move satellite into postion, and secure it, he had come on well with his training. He then asked about entrenchment, she then looked at the mining droids, and said Get them to dig it, and man it with slaves. Then get the earth removed and put it at back walls, it can be used to reinforce it. She then paused and asked him, ​Have you fought another in a duel yet? She was interested, not because of if he had won or lost, but the fear of possible death, is something he can use to help in the future. This was sith need to feel emotion, one way or another and stronger the emotion more they can draw on it, weather it be love or hate. This ability to use emotion, and to control it where what separates from Jedi orders. As Jedi who used emotions, quickly become corrupted, and Dark Jedi where emotional junkies.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Tattered hood and cloak swayed with movement, the sound boots following after Avacyn belonged to that of her apprentice Atmeiktes. A new breather mask wrapped around her face, anchoring onto the small vox affixed to the collar of her armor. Her eyes concealed behind a thin veil of hide with small lenses that emitted a deep red. Ribbed and studded hide made the rest of the armor, and as Atmeiktes stepped forward onto the ground the boarding ramp lifted. The hooded apprentice focused for a moment as she wrapped herself with the force, a cloak of pain so that she could stack and channel her fury for later. The hilts of her lightsabers glinted as she followed in step with Avacyn, an experienced bladesman made her a worthy opponent and for these natives it was simply an excerise of will.

Retreading older forms and methods, her muscles would remember the path of the swing. Her body would react to battle as it had before. Atmeiktes was so versed from her days with the Order of Fire, from her lifetime as a Jedi before that. She shifted her gaze from her master and onward to the would-be conquered world of Kushibah. "It is as you will it, master."

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

There was a smirk, hidden by her mask, as she appreciated the irony in the Dark Lord's words. It was truly amusing to see the ancient enemy so divided, scrambling for some sort of unity in the face of the dark tide coming to swallow them up. Every day, for her, she had to hide that amusement under a layer of calm serenity.

"The embassy will be an... interesting experiment, my Lord," she said, watching the continued dissection process of the poor poor natives before them. "But as you command, I shall make sure to keep an eye and ear present there. As for the attendees at the conclave, there were five major groups. Myself and Master Aela Talith represented the New Jedi Order of the Alliance, Masters Veiere Arenais, Romi Jade, and Kahne Porte represented the Jedi Order operating out of Deneba and the CSA, the Silver Jedi delegation was Masters Thurion Heavenshield and Valae Kitra, and Kitra's Padawan whose name I neglected to remember. A faction from Alderaan was represented by Garith and Rianna Organa, and another group called the Jedi Enclave was being represented by Master Dragonsflame and Arisa Yune."

She stopped for a moment to admire the way the Dark Lord's masked doctor was going about their work. Very methodical, if cruel.

"There was an independent Master there, Rosa Gunn, to round out the attendees. I should point out, my Lord, that it was Master Arenais that originally proposed the conclave and is the major proponent for unity, although the young Silver Padawan and Heavenshield were very outspoken that everyone needed to take up arms against us and our allies, with as much as they could."

 

[Komo]

Kushibah
Objective 1: Hold the Fort and Prepare for Assault
(Sub Objective: Complete a roleplay through the eyes of an NPC accompanying your character)

Marching in formation, the Firebats entered the fort, filling the already crowding spaces with more infantry than he could possibly count. The Empire certainly wasn't pulling any punches with this one. The higher-ups must want Kushibah bad, Wilhelm mused to himself. As the most senior Sith Lord present, the elite trooper unit followed their boss as the Sith made her way to greet the Rattataki Sith Lord in question. He didn’t know about the others, but he certainly knew who Darth Ophidia was, that’s for sure. Well, whatever’s public information of her anyway. He knew enough to know that she was the most senior Sith present, and was most likely going to lead the defence against the natives? Seems like it. He and the rest of the troopers marched on as they finally neared the position where the Sith Lord would be.

He watched as Lady Kohler announced her arrival and greeted her sister-in-arms and superior before gesturing to the two companies allayed out in crisp perfect formation. As the gesture reached them, the troopers saluted as one in a brief singular motion that was as amazing a sight to behold.

This was nothing strange for them and those who fought against and alongside them knew that they were more than just parade-ready. They were highly effective in combat as well. He was immensely proud to be serving as a Firebat and felt blessed to be able to be given a chance to show what he is capable of. As soon as the parade was over, Lady Kohler gave the orders to the commanders to disperse the troopers to their positions, and the two companies separated into their individual platoons as they worked to reinforce the positions in which had been discussed prior that would most likely be hit the hardest.

Excel through adversity. That was what the Firebats lived by.


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