Heart of a Graveyard (OS Dominion of Belgaroth)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HRumpGsiDA[/media]​

[1/20]
Objective: B
Location: Belgar, capital of Belgaroth
Allies: [member=Vrag] @OS peeps at obj B

One Sith was the beast that never slept. Today, that beast landed on Belgaroth. It was situated within the Core Worlds region of the galaxy. Most of the planet consisted of rocky, rugged, and inhospitable mountains, with an occasional hill, plain or valley. The bodies of water that passed for oceans were a pair of large seas of a murky mustard-brown colour, a result of the heavy mineral sediment. The world had one city, Belgar, and several large scrapyards. The planet was also the home to the droidbreaker, formerly known as the swamphulk.

It was the start of a new campaign. All over Belgaroth, agents of the Dark Lord would flock to the planet and consume it with their darkness. It had only just begun, but Belgaroth was already lost.

Tanek was already on the planet's surface. By his side was the Hand of the Dark Lord, [member=Vrag]. Technically, it would be more appropriate to say that he was at her side. She outranked him, and there was no question who was in command. For this occasion he had adorned the living Vonduun crab armour. The Togruta was looking pretty in Vong, armour shaped to fit his body. He had an amphistaff coiled around his right arm to boot. On his other arm, there were a few razor bugs attached. The final accessory was a lightsaber dangling from his belt.

They had not come alone, but had landed with an army. Once more the Nautolan forces had risen from the dark seas of Glee Anselm. They had mostly kept to themselves in the past, but under Sith rule they were brought into a new life of aggression and war. It was his ambition to turn them into an elite force for the Sith. To accomplish this, they would have to be bloodied. Frequently. Barely letting the galaxy's wound that was Fresia rest, they had descended upon Belgaroth. Now he was marching on the capital.

The territories in the western region bordering to Belgaroth had been under the control of the Fringe Confederacy. Their influence had also in some ways extended to Belgaroth. In their wake, a criminal organization had taken up residence in one of the major government facilities, declaring they were now calling the shots on the planet. The Sith were here to dispute that claim.

To most, this would just be one more of those occasions were power shifted hands. All those who opposed Sith rule would, however, naturally be crushed. The nature of this recently formed and so-called government had made it an easy victim for the One Sith propaganda machine. They had been the planet's biggest criminal syndicate, after all. Now they were playing politics.

While the syndicate's questionable morals, and their many creative ways of exploiting the people made it easy to justify Sith claims on the planet, they did not truly care. Belgaroth served only one purpose, and that was to further fuel the Sith war machine, to become a bastion of darkness and a launching point from which surrounding systems would fall. The planet was one giant scrapyard world, a place where history went to die. But at the heart of the durasteel graveyard, new Sith factories and shipyards would rise. New life would be breathed into Belgaroth, its future repurposed to serve the ever growing One Sith Empire.

Objectives

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• Objective A - Salvaging objective, hit the scrapyards and go nuts. Scavenge through the garbage and find lost artifacts. Fight with your fellow Sith over the spoils. “I saw it first!”
• Objective B - Subdue or eliminate a rogue criminal organization that has taken up residence in one of the major government facilities left abandoned after the Fringe Confederacy collapsed.
• Objective C - Clean out abandoned factories of Droidbreaker nests, and try to preserve as much of the refined metal as you possibly can. Don’t let the Droidbreakers eat the last of it!
• Objective D - With Belgar being the only populated city on the planet, there's bound to be some anti Sith supporters. Find the leaders of such organizations, and silence them.
• Objective E - Do your own thing, Sith freedom yo

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[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: C
Location: Abandoned Factory
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] l Sisterhood Troopers x10
Posts: {1/20}

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The dilapidated factory positioned in the forefront of a purple hazed sky was her destination. This factory, and those of it's siblings, held some refined precious metals that could be utilized to fuel the Sith War Machine. A predator like the war machine needed sustenance to maintain it's function of seek and destroy, leaving subdued and conquered worlds in the wake. And lately, it appeared that it's hunger was insatiable as it masticated one world after another spitting out the banner of the One Sith as a gesture of ownership. Soon, in the end, Belgaroth would have such a banner planted in it's surface. Then on to the next world.​

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Standing between the metal and the success of the outing where nests of Droidbreakers, formerly known as swamphulks, that littered the rooms of the factory. In order to begin shipping the metal offworld, these creatures needed to be dealt with first. She had never seen one personally, only what the holovids had shown her during the mission briefing, but held no reservation about killing them. In fact, she was eager to test herself against them. What challenges they possessed seemed little but they were the enemy and like all enemies that stood before the Sith, they needed reminding of who the true masters of the galaxy where.​

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In preparation for the day's festivities, she had brought along some of the newly formed troops to give them some well needed training exercises. The Sisterhood troops and Darth Venefica worked together on a few previous missions. She knew what they could do then but this was a different setting all together for them. Training exercise or not, they needed to prove their worth to the Sith Lady who held high standards for those that served under her. And like her own personal troops, individually they were replaceable.​

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Also joining her, and she was still awaiting his arrival, was [member="Darth Ferus"]. The two over the past months had formed a bond. Despite the different paths they walked, he being an assassin and the leader of the Sith Assassins while she was a mentalist and head sister of the Covenant of the Black Rose, they had found common ground; Sith alchemy. Despite both being devout believers of the Sith way of life, they were friends. She trusted him to an extent but in times such as this; there was no other Sith she wanted watching her back. Not even her Apprentices held her trust. Not because they couldn't earn it but they were young minds willing to do what was necessary to usurp her power. And for that, she loved them.​

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

[1/20]
Objective: B
Location: Belgar, Capital of Belgaroth
Allies: Sith at B and about 40 Helldivers


The lone Thunderbird gunship passed screaming in the air over where a unit of Hellhawks in close formation lingered. The Helldivers were an elite unit, highly skilled at breaching fortified locations and punching holes in enemy defenses, but they were not a stealth unit. They wanted people to know they were coming, to get uneasy as they approached and start shaking in their boots as they began to land. Nothing like winning a fight before the shooting even started.

This was its second pass. The first had been for reconnaissance, to get an overview of the building. This second pass was to locate firing locations, probable defenses, hardpoints, and so on. The third pass would be the firing one, where the huge mass driver mounted to the underbelly of the dropship would give the local criminal syndicate a wake up call they weren't going to soon forget.

Cyrus was in one of the Hellhawks, wearing the same distinctive armor as every Helldiver wore (though admittedly, his was a bit fancier), and armed with a repeating blaster rifle. He had never been one for accuracy, even when he was leading assault teams twenty years ago.

The plan as he understood it was pretty straight forward. The criminal syndicate would see their headquarters wiped out in a single day. Regulars with Sith support would push in from the ground and work their way up. Cyrus' Helldivers would provide aerial support and drop in on the roof, working their way down. If anyone so much as breathed the wrong way, they were to be eliminated. Captives were to be taken on an 'opportunistic' basis.

Even those would likely just end up executed publicly to ensure subservience from the local populace. The Sith were typically profoundly uninterested in learning the details of a black market operations. Especially when those operations dared to call themselves the legitimate 'government.' It was almost funny, if the mafia bosses had simply restrained themselves and kept to their shadows, they would likely have been left alone, free to conduct their business as usual so long as it didn't interfere with the inexorable growth of the Empire. Now, they represented an authority other than that of the Hierarchy, and that could not be tolerated.

Sith 'justice' was fair only in that it was consistent. The accused were always guilty, and the verdict was always the same. It had played out in an identical manner on a hundred worlds. You cross the Sith, and you die.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

1/20
Objective B
Location: Belgar
Allies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] , [member="Tanek Santii"] , any other Sith
NPC: Sisterhood Troopers 150

Aboard a dropship Darth Raven and her troops of the Sith Sisterhood of the Covenant of the Black Rose all sat in waiting for when they would drop onto the surface of Belgar to aid in yet another takeover of a world. Soon this planet would belong to the Sith and join the many others that had fallen under thier control. While her troops were all armed and ready, wearing armor and holstering guns and so forth, Darth Raven herself hd worn her usual attire but had kept it all under a hooded robe. The hood was pulled down to allow her better sight as she insipected both of her lightsabers, aking sure they were in good condition. One was new to her as she had only recently begun the training with two blades in combat. She was started to get the hang of it now but having a new blade quickly prepared would of course require hesitation before using it.​

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The light soon began to flash indicating they would drop soon. Raven stood and said "Alright, troops. Listen well because I will not repat myself. We're here to wipe out the criminals and other scum from this planet before we claim it for ourselves. We're meeting with Master @Varg and [member="Tanek Santii"] . You follow their orders as you would mine. We're going to take Beglar and added it to the list of planets the Sith have claimed. You live through this you get to fight again. You die...we don't have time to mourn. Understood?" A large agreeing noise came from her troops before she nodded "Good. Now who wants to send these scu to hell?"​

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An even greater cheer came from her troops before they finally touched down. The dropship opened and Raven, leading the group, stepped out and lead them all towards the areas where the other Sith were waiting. She hoped they were as ready as she was to have this task over and done with. After this Raven would looke for yet another place to set up a private home or vacation spot once Belgar was theirs.​

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: A
Location: The Scrapyard
Allies: My Acolytes [member="Xiarr Raeth"] and [member="Jayce"] if they want to help
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] if he wants to duel me
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Some said the almost 600-mile stretch of garbage and junk known as the Scrapyard held the most worthless junk in all of the galaxy, but there were others that claimed that the Belgaroth's Scrapyard contained just the opposite buried deep within its layers of trash. Taking a break from the war-mongering, as much as he enjoyed it, Sage Bane was was curious about the Belgaroth Scrapyard, and as the One Sith descended on the mostly inhospitable planet, he decided to pack up a Garbage Grabber and explore the giant land mass of waste. It was an unusual task for a Hand of the Dark Lord, but the fetid landmark was said to be so dangerous, no Belgaroth security company would dare put resources towards it. The Sith Knight, however, could certainly hold his own against the gangs of garbage thieves that scuttled across the fields of trash. Plus, if there were valuable artifacts or weapons underneath the rubble, better that the One Sith got their hands them than petty criminals.

Sage rode to the Scrapyard on his majestic Guarlara mount, Nightbrother, an animal he had imported from Naboo, flanked by two One Sith guards, also on horseback. The troops would watch over and water the beasts while the Hand of the Dark Lord was scavenging with his team, veteran salvagers who were contracted from Nal Hutta.

Sage hopped down off his mount and gave the creature a hefty pat on the side of its glossy black neck. "Good boy," he murmured. The beast pawed the ground and wrinkled its nose at the malodorous, toxic air. As he gazed around at the sea of scrap metal, plastic containers, rocks, broken furniture, and probably dead bodies, Sage was beginning to wonder if anyone on Belgaroth had ever heard of the expression, "waste not, want not."

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective: Déčka
Location: Moving towards Belgar
Allies: [member="Kendrix"]

Another planet to embrace everything the One Sith offered, another drop in the endless sea of the Dark Side that threatened to swallow the entire galaxy. Whether for the better or worse remained to be seen – for all advantages the Sith empire offered, its flaws were still undeniable. Genocide and other actions putting the sheer brutality of the Sith on a display case certainly did not help the One Sith with improving their public image. True, fear was a powerful tool, one capable of keeping the endless masses of star systems in line, but it had to be dosed carefully and reasonably; like a double-edged sword, fear required balancing, as the weapon could easily turn against its wielders. One had to wonder whether the final push would come sooner or later, another spit into the face of the galaxy that would finally send the yet docile and obedient subjects into blind rage, turning them against their rulers. Most Sith liked to think they did not need anyone serving them, but those Sith had yet to try and build massive Star Destroyers and temples by their own hands. Sith who wished to conquer the galaxy, yet had nobody to follow them were more laughable rather than terrifying, and so this mission of a certain Mon Calamari Sith promised to hide the whip and offer more sugar to the masses to keep their loyalty.

Belgar grew closer in the view of a small shuttle and Avreet spared the rest of the way by going through all the relevant information contained within his datapad again, his form continuing to motionlessly sit in a seat. The Mon Cal’s thoughts silently drifted between the facts written right in front of him and what one could only assume about this criminal organisation sheltering in one of the abandoned facilities. It wasn’t his task to teach those rascals a lesson though; his objective was to seek out and silence the anti-Sith sentiment in the capital. The mission of exterminating the criminals belonged to others, but in the amphibious Sith’s opinion, it wouldn’t be completely pointless to find something connecting the criminal ring to this anti-Sith voice on the planet. That would undoubtedly severely impact the credibility of any anti-Sith opinions. Naturally, if there was no such connection, it had to be created… something Avreet intended to do. A trivial task under ordinary circumstances, but another being accompanied him on this mission and it wasn’t the pilot.

The Sith Lord’s large eyes glanced towards the second Sith within the transport; their small stature and nimble features revealing them to be a woman. Kendrix. A pickpocket-turned-Sith, still a fresh Acolyte, still new to the dark secrets of the Force, still possessing that rebellious streak of hers. Avreet did not mind the sharp tongue of his newest student, quite the opposite; the amphibious Sith found the girl’s trait to be rather amusing considering her position within the Sith Order. It was an entirely new experience for Veles to train someone so… feisty. Avreet gladly welcomed the change though, finding the girl’s attitude to be very refreshing, her personality signing the tattooed woman’s fate would not lead her on the ordinary path of an ordinary Sith. Whether she rose above thir ranks or remained buried under, Avreet did not know, but his ability to vanish in the Force safely hid his eagerness to see Kendrix at the end of her journey. Each apprentice was like a gamble and so far Avreet hasn’t been very lucky in this risky game.

“Kendrix,” Avreet suddenly said, breaking the silence that was undisturbed except for an occasional sound coming from the engines. His amber eyes blinked once, twice, hands swiftly turning off the datapad and putting it on the belt, and his gaze remained fixed at her form sitting right opposite of him. “Dearest of all my students. Would you like some tea before we land?” he asked, face stone and emotionless, amusing her with the purposeful vagueness of his tone that did not answer the question of how seriously the first sentence was meant.

Webbed claws disappeared under a cloak wrapped around him like a mist of the Dark Side. What he pulled out was a thermal flash.

“Ansionian tea. Much like my old Master. Black as her soul, sweet as her words. Just like you'll always remember the tang of this tea on your tongue, you'd remember meeting her.”

That actually described the woman really well.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective B: Search and Destroy Criminals
Location: Belgar, Government building designated Target Alpha
Allies: [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Tanek Santii"]
Post: [1/20]

Vengeance rode in a standard drop ship headed towards his objective. While some had specially designed or outfitted ships Vengeance rode in whatever got him to the fight. Style was not his strong suit. With him only a single squad of troopers there mostly to be able to radio in to the Naval support he had managed to acquire for this particular mission. He was not sure how he ended up on an Admiral's radar but he wasn't going to turn down the tactical advantage.

Leaning towards the pilot once they were less than 1km from the drop point he spoke.

"Get on the horn to Admiral [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] request softening run on previously establish target Alpha." "Let's makes them believe the entire One Sith came knocking on their door."

The pilot nodded as Vengeance sat back addressing the men around him.

"Ok you know the drill if it isn't OS it dies." "Our target is a criminal strong hold." "There are no civilians."

He turned to the trooper carrying the radio.

"Keeping it on the Admiral's net." "Let me know when the strafing run has been completed."

Addressing the group once again Vengeance smiled.

"We are 10 minutes out......time to cause a little mayhem."

He chuckled turning towards the door his lightsaber jumping from his belt to his hand. It was time to do what he did best.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7c-n4k3XrU[/youtube]​

Objective: None... Yet. Soon™
Location: The Star Dreadnaught, Black Iron Tyrant, in orbit above Belgaroth
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"], [member="Sage Bane"]
Posts: 1/20

With the fall of the Fringe Confederacy came all new sorts of possibilities, and a whole new avenue of danger. The west was now fully open to the Sith, with the old provinces of the Fringe now ripe for the plundering. Conquest and annexation were on the Sith Lord Vornskr's mind as he gazed down at the smudged marble of Belgaroth, Black Sword Command circling to form a tight noose around the planet. Star Destroyers hung rigid against the black backdrop of space as transports and assault craft spilled from their open gullets to the planet below, each one carrying varying contingents of Sith and Imperials ready to bring order to this wayward world. His apprentice, the recently knighted Tanek Santii, had been given charge to spear-head the pacification and annexation of the world in question, and he had proven his worth before in the east to Vornskr's delight.

Finally, a suitable apprentice to best serve his will.

Still, Tanek would one day yearn to throw off Vornskr's reigns to serve his own destiny, and the Epicanthix Sith Lord wondered how that day would transpire. But the future was ever shifting, and he could not scryer what it may hold for him. However; what was abundantly clear was that Belgaroth would soon kneel before the sword of the Sith, and whether or not they would rise again as compliant or crumple as dissident would soon be determined.

Whether or not they fought or yielded had no impact on the Sith Lord, the world would be the Empire's all the same.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Objective: D: Find and silence Anti-Sith organisations.
Location: Belgaroth atmosphere -> Belgar-.
Allies: OS, a solid information network, and a chauffeur.


The Phasma Class Infiltrator glided out of hyperspace as it closed in on the planet of Belgaroth, and the droid chauffeur croaked out the situation as they approached the planet. Saiah opened her eyes and ended her meditation with a slow exhale. Nonchalantly she reached out and picked up the datapad lying to her right. Her task was to eliminate the leaders of an anti-sith organisation on the planet, and on the datapad she had the schematics of the building she was about to infiltrate. With the Sith Assassins’ solid information network, she had been able to gather a good amount of information, and this time she did not have to be discreet about leaving signs of Sith involvement. They were invading, after all. Her assignment was to get in, silence the leader before the organisation could rally any significant martial or political opposition and get out. Simple, easy. Her eyes switched to the left and a smile spread across her lips as she beheld the packet of explosives strapped down tightly. Boom.

Normally, Saiah would be flying herself, but for this time only, she was allowing the temporary chauffeur to ship her in among the thousands of sith dropships. When approaching the designated building, she would drop from the ship, carrying the explosives and a compact spherical slicing droid to get her past those pesky electronic locks and alarms. As she dropped, she softened the fall with a forward roll and came to standing on her knee; her ship would make a longer detour and return on her command to pick her up again once her mission was complete.

Her eyes scanned the flat roof of the building as she reached for the spherical droid in her belt, unclipped and activated it. As it took off from her hand and buzzed about her shoulders, she moved the explosives to her back and fitted the straps around her shoulders to keep it out of the way. It was cumbersome, so she would have to avoid any unnecessary acrobatics. Which is why she had brought a selection of toys from the Assassins armoury. Being a bomber was hard work, but she was sure it was all worth it, for the glory of the Sith.

 

[Vrag]

[1/20]
Objective: B
Location: The Imperious > Belgar
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"]​

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Sometimes it grew tiring, always on the road, her days spent in hyperspace as she flew from one planet to the next. Bring some rebels to heel, break another upstart group who would seek to sow sedition, raze that irredeemably useless city… the list was seemingly endless. Not that she didn't enjoy the work she did on most days, but there were occasions where she would prefer to leave the Vonduun soaking and disappear to the nearest gambling den. Force knew she had enough credits to blow — not that she lost often, mind you — and there was nothing more relaxing than a few rounds of Pazaak with some two-time underworld sucker. Well, perhaps that moment right after they realized their defeat, bursting from their chair in an attempt to reacquire the winnings in a more violent manner. 'Attempt' being the operative word, because nine times out of then the loser would leave the joint with distinctly less teeth and distinctly more bruises. The tenth person would usually figure out that they were outmatched fast enough to save their hide with a few drinks.

And oddly enough, Vrag wasn't one to hold a grudge; then again, there was no point to holding a grudge against the dead, was there?

The firrerreo wanted so badly to rub her temples and force away the low, pulsating pain behind them, but instead her Vonduun-clad fingers merely clenched into a tight fist, reminded again that she was the Hand here, now, and she had more important things to do.

"Togruta!" she called out, her voice distorted and metallic as it filtered through the rebreather behind her skull mask. "Dropship in two, touchdown in five. Don't be late." While there wasn't any particular edge to her timbre, the tone still made it clear that failing to arrive on time would bode very ill for the Sith.

They'd spent a good deal of the hyperspace journey going over the basics of Makashi — well, he was, anyway — but it was only in practice that his purported understanding could truly be tested. The Knight was skilled enough at this point that something more challenging than isolated dueling in a traning room was required to achieve that next step in his mastery over the blade.

The droidbreakers, say… that sounded promising, didn't it?

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"]
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It was supposed to be a simple peace-keeping mission. That was the biggest irony of them all. However, as soon as Chastity Lunelle spied the Sith star destroyers darkening in the sky, she knew her trip to Belgaroth was going to be anything but simple. The young Padawan of the Silver Jedi Order was set to rendezvous with other members of her Order at the Belgar Spaceport to deliver supplies to the homeless and hungry of Belgaroth. But her Jedi escorts had never shown. Worry marred her young brow. Were the other Jedi absconded by pirates? Or worse, shot down by the Sith? She waited for her fellow Jedi for two hours in the spaceport before she decided to just deliver the supplies herself. Going back home without accomplishing her mission, well, that was hardly the Jedi way, was it?

With a pack of food and medicine strapped to her back, and clad in her cream and brown tunic and robe with dusky boots, Chastity began her trek outside the spaceport and into the streets of the planet's capital. She was armed with a lightsaber and a blaster, both hidden underneath the folds of her robes, but well within easy access should her mission go south.

A farm girl from Aduba III, Chastity had never even seen a Sith in the flesh. The Holo news had been her only exposure to the dark siders. She was intensely curious about them, of course. They were the purveyors of the Darkness, where she had chosen the Light. What would her Master [member="Connor Harrison"] say about her choice to go it alone on the streets of Belgar? Would he think it brave of her or foolhardy? Or both? She didn't really know the answer, but one thing was for sure: Either bold or foolish, Chastity was already quaking in her boots.

 

[Ryan]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: Possible [member="Chastity Lunelle"]
Enemies:

The Imperial knight, or squire of rank, was on Belgorath to garnish support for the Imperial Remnant. The mission was simplistic compared to the task at hand now. The One Sith and their imperium had come, their reach seemed to be boundless. Such might the imperium held against the galaxy for there was rarely anyone strong enough to quell their advances. The mandalorians were tenacious enough to make the Sith think twice but what of the rest of the divided galaxy? Seemed such weaken and fragile state, a united faction as such as the One Sith would make short work of the galaxy in due time. Almost like shooting fish in a barrel.

But back to the question, who was strong enough to stand up against such Galactic bullies? An army of force wielding menaces that fancied themselves as gods would be no fools task to take on. The Republic and their Jedi had been fighting this fight for ages and have been losing against the infinite waves crashing against them. The Omega Protectorate seemed to be loosing traction and the rest of the galaxy was just trying to survive. Such a tragedy to let evil consume planet after planet with out proper opposition.

Ossus and the Jedi temple was home to Wovoka Vos, the Ysanna-Kiffar, ages ago before he found true purpose in the service of the Empire. The jungles surrounding the temple was tribal territory belonging to the Ysanna, his and his father's people. The temple was his kiffar mother's home before she had passed away on a classified Jedi mission. Wovoka had taken on his mother's maiden name in custom to the kiffar clans and in honor to that his father allowed for him to be branded with the Vos qukuuf, a yellow band tattoo across his face.

He was raised in the jungles beyond the jedi temple walls, grew in the ways of his tribe and the Ysannaians. But in honor and in memory of his mother he had sought out the Jedi to follow in her footsteps. Though as much as he was doing this for his long past mother, he has truly believed in the Jedi cause and their galactic objective of peace. But seemed peace was not going to come and if one wanted peace they would have to prepare for war. The republic was failing, the jedi order in Vos' mind was not strong enough to handle the OS. This was why you would find the muscular built man with his dreadlocked hair flapping in the humid Belgar winds in tandom with his black cape, dressed in traditional crimson armor of the Imperial Knights.

Wovoka stepped out from the shadows that had slightly hidden him from open sight. He had noticed the female in the open streets of Belgar who looked a bit frantic and carrying a backpack of who knew what. The tale sign that she was of importance was the lightsaber she carried. Now she wasn't cutting down fleeing citizens like cattle to the slaughter so that was a dead give away she was not Sith or at the very least she was not a sith ally.

"M'lady! Follow me if you want to live!" He would shout at the woman in the streets. He was in need of allies this day, if he plan on leaving the planet alive and from just a quick glance of [member="Chastity Lunelle"] , she looked as if she had the same mission in mind.

 

[Shaddi]

Theme (No clue how to post video's like some of you)​

[1/20]
Objectives
Primary: A & E
Secondary: C
Location: Drop ship on the way to a scrapyard.
Allies: Any who wish to help. four troopers as bodyguards. (Marcus / E'vy heavy trooper, Zerrid / Jumper Light assault trooper, Rixar / comz Commanding/communications officer, Silvia / Ripah Combat Medic.)
Enemy's: Those that stand in his way.
Equipment: 1 x BTI Hex frag grenade, 1x BTI-WB Woebringer (Pistol strapped to his hip), Standard lightsaber (also strapped to hip (on the other side)), Sith infantry armor covered over by his own tattered robes.

The drop ship shook as they left the hangar of the capital ship above the planet. He felt excited a true battle his palms were itching and he opened and closed them quickly as he stood there in the middle of the drop ship. "Bzzt adjust your com's and video feed sir, com's got static coming from you." One of the soldiers next to him said and T'zanith turned his head towards him and then tapped the side of his helmet a little and the man gave a gesture that it was now without problems. He couldn't help but like this feeling as he felt the ship shake a little and peered outside the ship. "We are in the atmosphere now get ready two minutes or so till the drop." He said to his soldiers as he took out his lightsaber but didn't turn it on as he moved to take hold of one of the overhead grips to help the troops keep their balance.

"How does he know that?" One of the soldiers said, T'zanith believed he was called Marcus or E'vy if he wasn't mistaken, a heavily built man like his nickname would easily suggest. "He's a sith he probably feels it or something." Another replied, the youngest called Zerrid or Jumper, lightly built but a reckless man. "You dolts He's not like most of them, he's blind. He's one of those Miraluka guys. Probably can hears it or something." The female of the group said, Silvia, a very husky build but also acted like she was the big sister of the group. "Will all of you shut it! He see's with the force or whatever that means but that alos doesn't mean he can't hear any of you idiots." The last one said a strongly built man with an authoritative tone, Rixar, the father figure and leader of the squad that also served the function of communications officer as well. T'zanith only smirked under his helmet and chuckled a little, this caused Zerrid to look at him and then point at his back. "Is.. Is he laughing at us?" He asked a little unnerved. "Nah just at you." Silva shot back earning an annoyed look from Zerrid at her as he put his helmet on and then crossed his arms as he leaned back into the seat he was in.

Another strong jolt of the ship indicated they were about to land. "Look alive we are about to land you all know your mission so buck up, shut up and frakking do it!" Rixar then said as he stood up and took hold of the overhead grip above him and the rest of the squad did the same after checking their weapons. The landing shook the ship again and then the bay door opened and the team disembarked along with T'zanith. Once his foot touched the ground he could already see it, this world was like it was dead or at least could just as well be."Lieutenant turn on your scanner and let me know if you find anything on them." T'zanith ordered as he placed his lightsaber back and looked around him a bit more. Their surrounding was filled with junk and broken things all around them, then a glint of force energy intrigued T'zanith and he began to walk towards it though it was quite a way off. "Sir should we call in back up or notify command should another sith wish to join us?" Rixar asked earning a slight dismissive 'do what you want' gesture from the sith.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

[1/20]
Objective: D
Location: Belgar, Abandoned building.
Allies: Me, Myself, and I.


“Please, plea…”

“Mercy is not something I’m offering.” His voice echoed off the walls, worn with age, decay, and neglect. Years had faded the paint, neglect had allowed dust to accumulate, and the holes in the wall were from various conflicts. Screams could be heard in the streets, and blaster rifles were firing in the distance. To his trained ears, he could slightly pick up on a few mortar shells being fired. His acute sense of smell and years of experience with conflict told him that ships were close. The left this faint aroma of ozone that differed from a lightsaber blade. None of that mattered at this particular moment, his yellow and red pupils were squarely trained on the kneeling man before him. If looks could kill, the poor soul before him would have already been long gone.

They could in fact, but Kryptus wasn’t ready for that.

“Answers, now.” His voice remained firm, but the ability to reason was there. “I only know the gener-general location of where they a-are.” Sobs were now mixing in with his words, and Jacen’s eyes couldn’t help but roll. Muscles in his sharp jawline tightened and relaxed as he chewed on those words. If he had the ability to telekinetically throw the man around like a rag doll he would, but that was not one of his skills. “Do I need to ask you a little more roughly,” he growled. Echoes of his boots against the rotting floor could be heard, and his face took on an animalistic quality as he lowered his gaze to meet the eyes of the unfortunate resistance fighter he had happened upon. The smell of urine met his nose and disgust fell over his visage.

Disgusting animal….

Rage fully emanated from the furnace within, it’s heat fueling the fibers of every muscle in his massive frame. Onyx armorweave stretched against his movement as he turned on his heel, his crimson cape flying in his wake. Daesumnor’s hilt was cool to the touch, but the darkness only intensified the heat of his own rage. That burning sensation carried up his spine and into his eye sockets, the color only intensifying as he rounded back on his play-thing. “Wait, I think I may know wh-”

Kryptus could feel the lie, and the blast of energy leaving his eyes consumed the upper half of the man’s torso. After a moment, he closed his eyes, and the blast disappeared. Smoke rose from the corners of his eyes, and Cavill had to blink a few times to let the heat dissipate. Once his vision fully came back, he looked upon the hole in the wall, and the charred remains before him. “You’ll get my next kill I promise, there will be death on this day.” Kryptus cooed the words almost to his alchemically forged blade, before leaping through the ceiling and letting his momentum and the Force carry him to the top of the building.

Harsh winds whipped his dark locks from their perfectly placed spots, and his cape followed suit.

There was work to do, so he went to it.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective B: Search and Destroy Criminals
Location: Belgar, Government building designated Target Alpha
Allies: [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (declared duel opponent), [member="Wovoka Vos"]
Post: [2/20]

Vengeance leaned out of the door way of the drop ship as it hovered over the drop point 500 meters from the building they were set to hit. He did even wait for it to land completely jumping when it was still 10 meters off the deck. He landed in a crouch absorbing any of the shock that one would recieve from jumping form such a height.

He turned as the squad of troopers disembarked sending the ship back up into orbit. Retreat was not an option and once the objective was completed there would be no reason to leave anyway. He turned to them.

"Sgt split your squad into two groups." "Hit both the front and the rear entrance at the same time." "Do it fast........................"

Vengeance paused. He felt something out of place. It was a signature, more specifically a force signature. Not one he recognized this one was full of fear and apprehension. Such was not a trait common to Sith. It reminded him of Ruusan when they attacked the Jedi temple. He smiled at the thought.

"We have company take your men inside."

He turned to the one with the radio.

"Radio the other Sith in the area tell them there are Jedi in the area." "The slaughter has now become a Massacre."

He motioned them inside the building to their objectives turning towards the streets.

"Come out come out where ever you are." "The longer you wait the more people that are going to die today." "Are you going to let that happen?"

Vengeance chuckled to himself as he hoped these would be more aggressive then the last Jedi he had run into. He ignited his lightsaber running the tip of it across the ground in front of him waiting for the source of the feeling to reveal itself.

 

[Komo]

Objective : A - Salvage stuff
Location: Scrapyard
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] (maybe) | Anyone else interested in salvaging stuff
Enemies: None
Posts: [1/20]

The planet of Belgaroth was home to many scrapyards big and small, some as small as piles of junk as tall as a man, while others were as tall as hills and mountains, heaps of junk and metals that rose high up into the sky. Big or small, these scrapyards all held one thing in common. They were home to a plethora of metals, both refined and unrefined. Plasteel, Durasteel,Transparisteel, you name it and you would probably be able to find a couple in the planet's many scrapyards. This day, Greta had not come to Belgaroth for destruction and carnage, like she normally did. There were plenty of her brethren, including a friend of hers, [member="Tanek Santii"] among them, who would already be involved in subduing whatever dissidents had risen up against them once more, so instead, the acolyte had came to scour the mountainous heaps of metal, hoping to look for whatever she could salvage.

She had a something in mind for these metals, something that would aim her further cause in destruction and carnage. But for now, it was time for salvaging. It was not the most exciting of things, but it had to be done, and this was a great opportunity to do so. Greta had loaned an Armadillo-Lesv from the Techno Union to carry and store any potential materials she would find. Helping her in that endeavour would be several P-100 Salvage droids that would do the heavy lifting of the metal scraps on board the Armadillo. Assisting in providing security while she was busy searching the piles of junk were a pair of Watchman Drones. These drones possessed non-lethal weaponry, but would provide her with enough warning, should anyone attempt to ambush her.

Clad in her usual casual outfit, Greta had her goggles down on her eyes, preventing any dust, dirt or what not from obscuring her eyes. Who knows, how much of them had collected in these piles for decades, centuries even. For her personal protection, apart from her lightsaber hanging on one side of her hip, she had a SE-14R Light repeating blaster. Despite being just an acolyte, she was more than capable of taking care of herself. These gangs of garbage thieves were no match for the likes of her, and they were most welcome to try.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Objective: B
Location:
Allies: [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Raven"] | [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies:
[2/20]

"Eagle 1 this is Sledgehammer, you are weapons free, put one in the front door and then hit targets of opportunity."

The Helldiver lieutenant in charge of fire support had the calm, edged-with-steel voice that was expected of proficient radio operators. The response from the pilot of the Thunderbird was slightly contrasted, almost barely audible with a crackle of something like boredom.

"Copy all Sledgehammer, we are inbound, stand by for fireworks."

The characteristic 'pilot' voice. Cyrus almost rolled his eyes, force only knew how long wannabe jockeys and prospective aces had been affecting that particular tone.

The Thunderbird raced in towards the building, coming in low, well below impact level. At seemingly the last possible moment, the rotating repulsors shifted, propelling the craft nearly vertical. As it shot upward, the large mass driver cannon fired once with its distinctive whining roar. Almost instantaneously, the front of the building erupted in a massive explosion. Even from reasonably far away and in the air, Cyrus felt the shockwave, and the Hellhawk he was standing in rocked from the force blast. Two of the Helldivers with him whooped with glee over the radio circuits.

The Hellhawks dove in, racking the walls and rooftops with blaster fire. Above them, the Thunderbird had taken up a slow orbit, it's repeating blasters occasionally targeting windows or other moving targets, and the cannon firing periodically. The shells were somewhat more subdued now, there was no need for theatrics, the main point had been made. Here and there, return fire spat out of viewports and doorways. Most of the shots went airborne, but a few, more directed fire, was focused on the Sith regulars advancing on the floor below.

Cyrus' airspeeder came in low and fast, pulling up only at at the last moment over the rooftop of the building. Almost as one, the seven Helldivers inside jumped the last few feet, falling into a defensive circle immediately. Cyrus followed a moment later, his weapon still slung. Close combat was not his specialty any longer, he was here to observe and command, and be the general of the Helldivers in their first real op. A baptism of fire, in a weird sort of way. He keyed up a general circuit.

"This is Iron Duke Actual, we are on the rooftop, beginning our assault to the ground floor. All requests for fire support go through Sledgehammer. Eyes in the sky, keep a look out for Jedi or other critical targets, radio them in as soon as they're spotted so we can get some heavy firepower or Sith in on them. Make your shots count, and don't kark things up. Iron Duke out."

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=1/20]​

Objective: D –Find the leaders of any ant-Sith organisations, and play with their minds (and then silence them)
Location: Belgar, capital of Belgaroth
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Kendrix"] | 1 x squad Sitherhood troopers
Enemies: tbc
Theme: Always on my mind

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyQrubg4i5A

Maja ticked another planet off her list of those to be visited. It was infamous for being the home-world of the droidbreaker but was equally well known for being populated by a race that saw bribery as a way of life.

It was an ugly planet – all rocks and inhospitable mountains. She was travelling with her own squad of Sitherhood troopers. As she closed on the atmosphere, she was aware that even the seas were muddy brown – no doubt due to being full of mineral sediment. They were heading for Belgar for one reason and one reason only – it was the only city and apart from a few scrap yards, had nothing else of note to talk about.

She had already passed the repair yard that orbited the planet as well as the twin moons and was looking forward to the task ahead. Silencing dissenters came in two flavours – the vanilla option was to simply kill them. The caramel flavoured variety with a core of peanut-butter and with chocolate swirls was to subtly twist their minds – to turn them into advocates of the One Sith. That was the one she wanted to sample and she had even brought her own spoon.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: C
Location: Abandoned Factory (Entering scrapyard)
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] l Sisterhood Troopers x10
Posts: {2/20}

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k6ostxtkLo[/youtube]​

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The Dagobah Sith led her troops into the scrapyard that surrounded the factory like a protective Mother. If they were going to deal with the nests, they needed to kill the Droidbreakers that stalked about the yard, leaving the guardians of the nest without reinforcements when that slaughter began. As a tactician that fought numerous battles, she understood the dangers of leaving their backsides exposed to an enemy, even if the enemy were metal eating creatures. She didn't survive as long as she did by leaving things to chance.​

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Moving around the factory's eastside, her troops dropped to one knee and began firing into a small heard of Droidbreakers as they masticated on some rusty looking metal. The shots, at first, seemed to do no damage to the massive beast's hide; only stirring them into a frenzy. The small herd of six began to charge toward them, their heads bobbing up and down. Quickly she produced her lightsaber and ignited it, steadying herself to repel the counterattack.​

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Three of the beasts finally went down once the blaster bolts had penetrated enough of the hide to do enough damage to kill them; leaving only three still wishing to fight. Flashing her right hand skyward, she manipulated the Force causing an explosive electrical charge directed at the beasts, engulfing them as she moved closer to the herd to prevent catching her own troops within the radius. The beasts collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud causing tremors that could be felt in the immediate area. Wasting no time, she charged toward them as their massive frames struggled to get them upright.​

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Not wishing to just stand there and fight them face to face, she passed by them dragging the hot blade across the side of one, killing it instantly. A few shots cracked off killing another, leaving one left. A flick of her wrist and a Force blast toppled the creature. Gaining momentum as she ran toward it, she lept into the air, turning her blade downward, and drove it deep into the back of the Droidbreaker as she landed on it.​

 

[Shaddi]

[2/20]
Objectives
Primary: A & E, Salvage any interesting materials and do his own thing.
Secondary: C, Dispose of any droidbrakers should they threaten him.
Location: Drop ship on the way to a scrapyard.
Allies: Any who wish to help ([member="Greta Kohler"] ?). four troopers as bodyguards. (Marcus / E'vy heavy trooper, Zerrid / Jumper Light assault trooper, Rixar / comz Commanding/communications officer, Silvia / Ripah Combat Medic.)
Enemy's: Those that stand in his way.
Equipment: 1 x BTI Hex frag grenade, 1x BTI-WB Woebringer (Pistol strapped to his hip), Standard lightsaber (also strapped to hip (on the other side)), Sith infantry armor covered over by his own tattered robes.

He walked through the debris of the place and looked around himself for a few minutes. The troopers behind him would alert him about anything if he needed to know. What he was looking for he couldn't really tell, neither could he tell if it was an object or a living being only that it had a force signature which intrigued him. As he approached the signature he stopped and noticed a few metals in the debris. "Sir the area is loaded with durasteel should we salvage some of it for you?" Marcus then said as he picked up a bent plate of durasteel and looked it over. "Sure it could come in handy at a later date." T'zanith replied as he felt like something was... wrong. "Are those bite marks?" Zerrid then said as he pointed at the plate in Marcus's hands. T'zanith looked back and then he saw it, the hulking droidbreaker coming up behind them intend on finishing it's meal, that just so happened to be the plate in Marcus's hands.

The towering hulk came barreling towards Marcus who was moved back with a force pull by T'zanith. "Did any of you get briefed on these things?!" The sith commanded as he took out his lightsaber and turned it on, finding the hum a pleasantly soothing sound given what was in front of him. Zerrid turned his BTI-CC13 Blaster rifle as he began running passed the beast while Marcus readied his BTI-Reaver Repeater as the other two got ready to fight. Rixar and Silvia took their positions as T'zanith raised a pair of small metal plates and with the force threw them at the beast.