Heart of a Graveyard (OS Dominion of Belgaroth)

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: [member="Wovoka Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Primarily Engaging with [member="Vengeance"]
3/20

As Chastity hurried down the street, stopping every now and then to flash a glance at her Datapad, the young Padawan noticed more and more dropships pouring down from the sky and landing behind the buildings. Adrenaline rushed through her body as she quickened her pace. Suddenly a large man practically jumped right out at her, giving her a near-heart attack. He was six feet tall and dressed in a suit of armor. His tattoos and dreadlocks told her that he wasn't from Belgaroth, but was he Sith?

"M'lady! Follow me if you want to live!" the man exclaimed, and he was looking right at her! Chastity's eyes roamed back and forth between the stranger and the dropships. She was frozen in place with indecision. Not too far off were lines of soldiers marching through the streets, and civilians running in panic. Belgar felt as tense as a ticking bomb.

Behind the large armored warrior, who was waiting for her reply, she saw another figure farther off. The hooded man was dragging a lightsaber across the duracrete and seemed to be hunting for someone, calling out for them to "come out, come out wherever you are." Chastity's blood ran cold. The sight was unmistakable. He was Sith.

With her eyes still trained on the Sith, she slowly removed her pack of rations and left it leaning against the side of a building. Guilt consumed her, but the girl knew that she wouldn't be able to do anything with fifty pounds of supplies on her back. Her eyes flashed to the dreadlocked soldier. An audible swallow drowned out her thoughts for a moment. She had no choice but to trust him.

"OK, I'm with you," she said. Her hand caressed the hilt of her lightsaber.

 

[Nerius]

[1/20]
Objective: D
Location: Space
Allies: One Sith

Flipping a switch, Nerius grabbed the controls from the autopilot as well as JB-3C - his Droid ally - to begin heading for an atmospherical breach. He yawned, boredom having taken over a long time ago, and now he felt a stir of excitement; he was going to get to kill people soon.

In but a few moments, he was angling downward, heat beginning to cook the external metals of his stolen ship.

Clad in a similarly stolen suit of X-1 Inquisitor Armor, Nerius felt bulky and over weighed. But it was flashy; as well as protective. He still did not wear a helmet though, as it would slow down his sensory abilities - plus who liked being unable to look into your victims eyes while their blood seeped from their bodies.

 

[Ryan]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Primarily Engaging with [member="Vengeance"]
2/20

The ysanni-kiffar moved towards the jedi woman, his brown eyes locked into her frighten greyish blue hues. Wovoka could hear and see the apocalyptic theater of massacre that surrounded and engulfed what seemed the entire planet. Innocent people were fleeing for their lives as the One Sith and their lap dogs unleashed hell upon them, indiscriminately killing all in their path leaving utter destruction in their wake. But all Wovoka wanted to see was the beautiful woman he was closing in upon. It was the simple things in life that could spark courage and Wovoka needed such at that very moment in time. A proper reason to fight, a reason to live. He did not know the woman before him as she was a complete stranger. Vos knew she was scared, he was scared himself though he knew he held such fears better then most. It was the inner strength that she held hidden behind the pretty face and voluptuous body that Wovoka found himself drawn towards.

With a single gloved hand the imperial warrior would gently touch and embrace the left side of the woman's face almost in a familiarity of long lovers though they were no such thing. "My name is Wovoka!' His voice was soothing in its exotic ysanni accent. The half breed kiffar could sense through psychometry Chastity's past. He could see the harsh deserts and plains of Aduba 3, a loved family life complete with an older sibling. such images came to Wovoka mostly broken but he got the jest that she had a good beautiful life which formed the woman she was today.

The Taunts of the tyrannical sith could be heard in the background, the threats of more slaughter of innocents were to be promised if the said Jedi did not reveal herself. Vos would lean in to the woman he had just introduced himself to, giving her a passionate kiss on her full lips while his left hand embraced her tightly into his armored body by the waist. There was no insult meant here. This was an apology for he had made a subtle promise to the girl that if she followed him she would live. But in the jaws of evil tightening in its grip, Wovoka only saw one true path to take. He had made his mind up and he was going to meet the sith head on. For that, he would give such a passionate kiss upon the woman for this could be the last time he would be able to indulge in such beauty in this life time. He would pull himself from her, his eyes now locked back into hers "I am sorry!"

Wovoka would then let Chastitiy go, stepping around her and towards the advancing Sith and his thugs. His black cap would flap in the wind, slightly brushing against the beautiful woman as he fully walked beyond her. She would see the dread-locked crimson warrior waltz into the wave of fleeing and panicked citizens. The broke about him as if he was a mighty ship splitting through violent waves in unbreakable determination and valiant intention. This would be hero was walking towards certain death but in his heart he knew that this stand needed to be made. All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. His honor dictated that he could not run. So he continued to march towards the sith with saber in hand. He was a terrified but such fear would not paralyze squire.

He would not order the female jedi to follow him as such risk and sacrifice only a individual could make for themselves. He would not fault her if she took off, hell if he was a smarter man he probably would of fled as well. But today Wovoka could not stand by as such monsters continued their slaughter unopposed. Could this imperial knight's sacrifice inspire hope? Could it spark the will to resist and ignite the galaxy to band together and snuff this evil out and forever? Who knew until someone actually made a stand.

The Sithspawn would see a crimson warrior break through the fleeing crown, brown vengeful eyes locked deep into his with direct challenge silently portrayed in the hues. The sith may had been looking for jedi but instead he was getting a imperial knight. The white saber ignited the moment he was clear of the crowd.

"Come Coward! My blade thirsts for your blood!" His tuant was rich in accent and radiated violent lust while the Imperial Knight would take a defensive form, his saber in the plow guard and slightly angled towards the ground from mid section.

 

[Nerius]

[2/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar
Allies: One Sith

With a gentle rocking, Nerius nodded, began flipping switches then punching in buttons. He wanted to make sure the ship wasnt stolen...well like he had done. Finally finishing jamming the controls, he rose from his seat, lifted open the hatch then descended from the ship in quick motions.

Yawning again, the Pink Monster did a few stretches, touching his toes then the same backwards - at an impossible angle. Next he ran in place a moment before jumping up and down a moment. Lastly cracking his neck, Nerius finally turned towards the city to which he began his walk.

Reaching to his belt, Nerius felt the hilt of a lightsaber he had recently...acquired. Drawing the thing to his hand, he felt its warmth and finally grinned.

It was time to play.

 

[Baalagor]

Location: Entering the Scrapyard
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] (claimed), [member="Greta Kohler"], @T'zanith Zebron
(1/20)

What had begun as a simple peacekeeping mission had turned to an endeavor to halt the Sith invasion of Belgaroth in mere minutes. From the moment Sith dropships had entered the atmosphere, announcing their presence with shadows cast upon the ground, it was evident things weren't going to transpire as intended. At that moment Syala had warned the Padawan with her, Chastity, that things were going to change rather quickly. Instead of their duty being assisting those in need, it would be defending those same individuals from death by crimson blades. It would require them to fight, but as Jedi they had to be prepared to fight for the peace they believed in. While more of a diplomat herself, she was at ease with the thought of clashing with the Sith if required. This was the life she had accepted as a Jedi.

The dark side permeated the very air of the planet like a fog, clouding her senses and attempting to twist and turn her thoughts away from the task at hand. The feeling wasn't altogether unfamiliar, as she had experienced something of the same while on Lorrd, where she had spoken with and assisted an Acolyte of the same Order she was now staunchly opposing. There was a strange sort of irony there, after her having decided that perhaps a certain breed of Sith weren't entirely bad. But she had dedicated herself to the service of the Light, and so it would be. She was acutely aware that she was highly outnumbered in this scenario, no matter the others that had accompanied her. But she wouldn't be retreating without a very good reason. A pacifist in some sense she might have been, but there was a difference between that and a coward.

Stretching out with the Force she didn't push out her aura so much as she allowed it to be a visible light among the dark that otherwise clouded the planet. What felt like hundreds of dark sided presences flooded her at once, though she focused only on those nearby. It was they she deemed the primary threats, and towards them she walked. Clad in her Jedi robes with a lightsaber at her waist, she was the picture of your typical Jedi. The feeling of an unnatural calm accompanied her as it always did, something off-putting to those not adjusted to it or otherwise affiliated with the warriors of light. The hood was raised, disguising her features, grey-blue eyes carefully studying the beginnings of the carnage about her. She stepped carefully, ever respectful of her surroundings, no matter the individuals that inhabited them.

Once the Sith came into sight she exhaled measuredly, drawing on the Force to calm her and clear her mind. From a distance they appeared almost harmless, if it weren't for the aura of volatility that surrounded them. Her pace didn't falter, and she paused mere feet beyond what was considered typical conversational distance, not making an immediate move for her weapon or any aggressive maneuvers at all. Strange to some, perhaps, but even with the most obvious adversaries she wasn't quick to violence. Inclining her head slightly as if in greeting, she lowered the hood of her robe, shrugging off the darker outer garment and allowing it to fall carelessly to the ground, as if she had just entered her quarters after a long day. "You don't belong here, Sith."

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[2/20] ​

Objective: B
Location: Belgar, capital of Belgaroth
Allies: [member=Vrag], [member=Darth Raven], [member=Cyrus Tregessar], @OS peeps at obj B
Enemies: Togrutas only have friends

Tanek had made it on time. Punctuality wasn't normally a problem for him. He lived and breathed the Sith Code, his life belonged to the Sith cause. He was not about to miss his flight. There were no matters more pressing.

The time spent on their way to Belgaroth had been very insightful. Ever since he'd seen Vrag gracefully dissect her opponents on Iridonia, he had been fascinated by Makashi. Everything about it seemed to appeal to him, from the finesse and precision, to the raw executions of the form's various feints and stabs. It came more natural to him, and it felt as if it suited him better than his master's preferred form, Djem So, which he had temporarily adopted.

The journey had been spent hammering in various sequences and familiarizing himself with the form's general philosophy. Now, the Togruta Knight would be put to the test. The time came to prove that he had been paying attention. Would he be found wanting?

As their little army closed in on the capital, they were joined by another Knight, [member=Darth Raven]. She and her Sisterhood troops became a welcome addition to the force that would make their way through the city, eventually laying siege to the government building. Their numbers would surely overwhelm all opposition. Time was of the essence, however. By now, the Helldivers would soon begin their own assault. While undoubtedly qualified, they were depending on them for ground support.

The crime organization was outnumbered and outmatched. As such, they were turning to less straight forward methods of engagements. As the Sith army, spearheaded by the Hand of the Dark Lord, marched through the streets, they came under fire. Shadows wielding blaster rifles popped out from several windows of the surrounding buildings, loud explosions sounded as thermal detonators were thrown into their midst. Their game was trying to create chaos and terror. It was an ambush.

An enemy line formed to the front of them, where a larger group of them had formed up to engage the approaching Sith troops. It was one final, futile last ditch attempt to stop their advance, before the city fell. Unfortunately for those shooting at them from the buildings on both sides, there was no escape. Their only way out was into the streets, and in the streets was where the Sith horde regrouped and prepared to strike back against the ambushing forces.

Tanek's lightsaber hissed to life. It was high time to put those lessons to the test.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

[2/20]
Objective: D
Location: Belgar,On The Move.
Allies: Me, Myself, and I.

Kryptus was away from his troops, who were helping with the main contingent. With a brief moment of peace, he pushed some of the dust off the dark plates of his armor before stabbing Daesumnor into the roof. Falling to a single knee, his massive frame kneeled over as he allowed himself to slip into the penumbra of the darkside. Fear used to be the means by which he had immersed himself, fear of the monster that he was. Years ago he had accepted the monster, embraced it, and bound himself to it. Now, he tapped into the primal rage which was his true gift above all others. Everyone saw the strength, the speed, martial prowess, and the few times when he would actually take flight. Few even thought to take note of the fact that a man of his stature was fueled by one thing, and it was his true power above all others.

His unbridled fury.

Power warped, twisted, and flowed through his veins as his subconscious ventured into the dark. Every living being rotated on an axis towards the universe. Jedi in their fallacy tried to become part of this as they accessed the Force. Kryptus simply bent it to his will, forcing the galaxy to rotate around him, make him the center of everything. An audible growl could be heard as his brow furrowed, the cost of what he was doing was becoming apparent. Onyx plates and armoweave covered his impressive frame, but what skin that was visible was becoming more pale. Faint lines were becoming more visible, and becoming darker as his veins showed the evidence of repeated injections of Sith poison. Eyes already tainted began to turn a deeper hue of crimson and a very sickly yellow. Muscles tensed as he held himself still, there was no need to act.

Kryptus needed to feel, and feel he did.

Pain, that was what was most evident. The stink of life being extinguished and all the fear that was wrapped around it practically filled his nostrils. No, he didn’t want to feel what he readily knew would be available. Instead, he sought out another emotion that he knew very well: rage.

Except, it was right upon him.

“Don’t move and we will only put a bolt in your head, Sith.”

Looking up, Kryptus had become surrounded by dozens of soldiers. This just got fun, he thought.

 

[Nerius]

[3/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar
Allies: One Sith

Nerius moved with a brisk, yet drawn out, stride through the streets. Every so often a quick battle was drawn to a head, but they were unimportant as they tended to be singular opponents. Though he wasn't yet trained in the Force, martial skills were drilled into his head from day one at Safe Harbor Orphanage - Hion the Herglic wanted each orphan to be useful to the One Sith.

Turning down a right turn, hands already bloodied, he paused. There before him were a group of three men, all armed, seemingly trained in combat as well for they instantly drew arms on sight. Igniting the stolen saber, he backed away as he slashed, swiped, and knocked at each blaster round as it came his way. Luckily he had caught them by surprise; none of the rounds were accurately placed.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: [member="Wovoka Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Darth Raven"]
Primarily Engaging with [member="Vengeance"]
3/20

His eyes lit with the fire of an impending battle, the warrior reached out a hand to cradle Chastity's cheek, announcing that his name was Wovoka. As he gazed on her, she felt like her very soul was being delved into. Then her new ally did something completely and utterly unexpected. One gloved hand wound around her waist and pulled her body close to his muscular frame. Holding her tightly, he tilted his head in to hers and kissed her firmly on the mouth! Oh my stars! What would her Master think?

The inexperienced Padawan had never been kissed by a complete stranger, and she felt the firm but tender liplock all the way down to her toes. The dreadlocked warrior disengaged and then apologized before he whirled around to charge at the waiting Sith. His lightsaber was a flash of white light, a sharp contrast to the Sith's red blade. A hand flew to her lips as the wide-eyed Padawan gawked at him. Then realizing that she was leaving herself horribly vulnerable to attack, Chastity grabbed the hilt of her lightsaber and gripped it carefully in her hands.

The blue blade flashed into life as she flicked the switch, and she felt the heaviness of its power. Chastity had learned only the very basic lightsaber forms like the Sarlaac Sweep, but she would use them if she had to. Right now, she waited with her blade in the "Jedi Ready" position, watching to see how the battle unfolded before her. Regardless of his endearing if a bit forward gesture, she would not let her brave new ally down against the Sith.

 

[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: [3/20]

Vengeance watched the male kiss the woman before turning towards him. He chuckled out loud as if to say thank you so very much for giving me something to squeeze. He obviously felt something for her and much like he did with everything else he would exploit it.

Even better seemed to be his taunting of Vengeance. Finally somebody who was going to fight without being goaded. Over the man's shoulder Vengeance saw the woman ignite a blue light saber holding it at the ready. This really made him chuckle.

Vengeance broke out into a dead run towards Wovoka with a smile cutting down anyone in his path. When he was just about to get to him however he tapped into the force giving him more speed and strength. Vengeance leaped over Wovoka bring his saber up. His target was Chastity bringing the saber down in an over head strike bearing down on her. He fully expected the other jedi to turn and give chase.

He taunted her as he did.

"Ah how cute you brought your bf here." "To bad he will get to watch you die." "Then he can live the rest of his miserable existence knowing he failed to save you."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[2/20]
Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.
Location: Belgar.
Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.


Having landed and made sure the roof was unguarded, Saiah hurried over to the emergency hatch on the top of the building. Locked and protected by an alarm it was foolish to try to force it open, but this was why she had brought the slicing-droid. Upon making contact with the hatch, it was quick about disabling the lock and internal alarms. Saiah opened the hatch and looked down into the darkness. The hatch ran two stories down before the first opening, which was located in a storage cabinet. She tied a wire to a secure point on the roof and rappelled herself down the two stories. Putting her life in the strength of a thin wire and a knot around a bit of metal was not something she enjoyed, but it was solid equipment and a tried way of descending. Any error would lay in her, a slip of the hand or a tug on the wrong loop. She had to keep immense concentration. However, it paid off as she found herself by the entry point. She climbed inside the horizontal shaft and crawled to the exit, riddled with alarms, now deactivated. She marvelled over the handiness of a portable splicer. Pushing the last shaft open, she quietly slipped out of the shafts and closed them behind her so as not to leave obvious evidence of her intrusion. Eventually the alarms would be rebooted which meant an unlocked hatch would trigger. Therefore, she left none of them open.

She was inside now, but she had to get further down for full effect from destructive power of the bomb. She took a deep breath and thought back to the datapad with the schematics, recalling bit by bit of how she were to best make her way through the maze of rooms and corridors. Rights, lefts, stairs and elevators.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=2/20]

Objective: D – Find the leaders of any anti-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: You make me crazy running circles in my head

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eNBM17tkjI

They landed and the troopers immediately left off the back of the ship and fanned out. In truth her heart wasn’t into subtlety today. She’d not slept well and had a stiff neck. But orders were orders and she needed to do what was necessary.

And to give the troopers their due, they did what was required. Within a few minutes a young man had been brought to her and he was roughly pushed to his knees. She placed a finger under his chin and stared into his eyes.

“Do you like the Sith?”

He stared blankly at her.

She stared at the nearest trooper. “Do I give him another chance?” She didn’t wait to see what the answer was, but instead followed his deep sense of loathing back to his brain and started to rummage though his thoughts. She took no care – it was like a thief ransacking a filing cabinet. Papers went everywhere and when she was finished he would no longer be in a fit mental state to be an active member of society. Which was hardly her fault. She had asked nicely after all.

Finally she removed her index finger and his head dropped – as if he was unable to support the weight any longer. In one motion she removed her saber hilt from her belt, activated one of the blades and removed his head. “He had no more use of it,” she said as the body toppled over onto the concrete sidewalk.

“But at least I have an address.” Which she relayed to the staff sergeant. “Lead on.”

 

[Ryan]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"]
Enemies: Primarily Engaging with [member="Vengeance"]
3/20

This sith was no different then the rest. Cutting down the defenseless to what purpose? Bloodletting for the ego or was it deeper then that. Was this sith so weak that was all he could do was murder innocent folk? The Imperial Squire was to find out as the monster rushed at him with force aided speed, cutting through the fleeing citizens like hot knife to butter. Such a display of gruesome violence was not enough to intimidate the Ysanni-kiffar to break his defensive stance or to wince an inch in fear. Such a act of deliberate and unjustified violence only persuaded Wovoka even more that the sith needed to be removed in the permanent fashion. Especially this coward of a creature that was advancing upon him. This one will be the first in a long list to go.

Then the sith made a foolish aerobatic move, leaping over the Imperial Knight and exposing his underside to his opponent below. By all means Wovoka should of been able to cut the beast's legs clean off and it wasn't for lack of trying as he lashed out into the air with his white lit saber. But it was by the graces of luck and what ever god or forces that controlled such that spared the demon from being De-limbed. Wovoka had no time to curse the miss as he would twist about to face his enemy and to his surprise he would see the Sith's true intention. He did not want to fight a warrior, trained and tested. No the coward of a creature wanted to pick on little girls, making good on Wovoka's first judgement on how weak this man must of truly been.

Sides from attacking the weaker of opponents, the Sith had exposed himself once again to vulnerability. He was lucky that his underside was not cleaved when he leaped over Wovoka but now he had exposed his back to a greater swordsman as he pressed the attack on the female Jedi as if he could not resist the temptation imposing upon the weak. If Wovoka had shown such recklessness in his swordsmanship he would have been disciplined thoroughly by his master. It was now up to Wovoka himself to teach this petty fool the reasons why you never leave your back exposed.

With panther like reflexes the Imperial Knight would lunge at the backside of Vengeance. The tip of his white lightsaber aimed at center mass of the man's back with all intentions of running the devil through and through. To end this creatures reign of terror and to move onto the next Genocidal maniac was the order of the day. To keep Chastity alive fell in line as importance and seemed both tasks fell hand in hand.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: [member="Wovoka Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"]
4/20

With his eyes pointed in her direction, the Sith sprang up like an acrobat and vaulted right over Wovoka. He was making a beeline for her! The yellow-eyed beast taunted her as he landed, with his red blade barreling down right on top of her. Oh Sithspit! Trust in the Force. Trust in the Force. Trust in the Force. Trust in the Force. Chastity brought her blue blade up to meet his in a clumsy parry. There was a spray of sparks as their lightsabers clashed. She was hanging on to her saber for dear life as she rebuked his attack.

"Go away!" she exclaimed, her frightened grey-blue eyes narrowed in a glare.

When the Sith's rotation was finished, Chastity struck out with her saber using the move that her trainers called a "disarming slash," a wide sweep at his hand, a rough attempt to jar his weapon out of his hand. She knew she was not as fast nor as strong as the man who aimed to kill her today. All of this could go very, very badly for her.

Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, the Padawan gasped as she saw Wovoka rising up behind the Sith, bringing his white blade down on the other man's back. She felt like death was waiting in the wings, wringing its cold bony hands in anticipation. The question remained: who out of the three would it take today?

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[3/20]
Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.
Location: Belgar.
Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.

With the map clear in her head, she slipped out from the service room and into a simple and rather dirty corridor. She corrected the bomb strapped to her back and strolled casually down the hallways. She could employ the personal invisibility generator in her armour, but she wanted to see if anyone really spotted her. She passed rooms with open doors, where people were having conversations of various intensity. Some were focused on com-devices, and overall they seemed far too busy with what was going on outside to notice the Sith Knight walking down their corridors.

It was first when she actually bumped into one as he was passing her with a warm beverage and some chart in his hands, that anyone really noticed. “Oh sorry I-“His words was cut short as he looked into Saiah’s eyes and saw her for what she was. Panic spread through him, and he looked to an alarm placed conveniently next to them. Saiah looked too and then she looked at him, placing a finger on her mouth. He tried to leap for the alarm; she grabbed him by the hair with her right hand, jerked him back and called her lightsabre to her left. As the blade emerged, it plunged through the man’s spine and solar plexus, stopping him from producing any ill-timed sounds. She deactivated her lightsabre and caught his body as it fell. Looking around, she spotted an empty break-room and dragged him inside, then put him on the couch. She covered up the wound by spreading a blanket over him and then continued to the next floor. This time, she activated her personal stealth generator. There was still a chance someone would spot her. Then again, that was part of the thrill.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

1/20
Objective C & D: Study the Droid breakers and their nature.
Location: Abandoned Factory
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

*Clank Clank* Soft steps sounded throughout the Factory and dust mixed with some rust stirred about in the air as a specific older Acolyte stepped in to examine the area. One Sith was in the process of salvaging the metal from such factories. The reason? Who knew Infact it made no sense in Nulgaths eye's. Taking out a datapad the middle aged Epicanthix began to read about the "Droidbreakers" That was their rightfully given nickname after all. Swamphulkers were their original name but that did not matter. What matters was what they could do. Eat solid metal, sense metal from afar & energy as well. It interested Nulgath greatly.

Thanks to the various Sith Sisterhood troops accompanying Darth Venefica, the beasts wouldn't be too worried about a single Sith exploring. Droidbreakers were mammals and though not much was known Nulgath was guessing they were much like Nerfs from Alderran. Could be herded and controlled like everything else. Walking outside a nest the Epicanthix was spotted and slowly surrounded by a number of droidbreakers. His mind flickered and grabbing some freshly refined metal that was part of his armor skirt he tossed it to the side. The plate banged against the floor and the group of beasts hurried over to get some. They fought over it and its purity.

Bringing out his datapad Nulgath noted this and continued on his way with haste. Might was not always the best way to go about business.

 

[Nerius]

[4/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar

Pressed against a wall, Nerius listened to the hail of blaster fire as it slowly came his way. He didn't sweat, there was no panic; instead his jester like grin slowly stretched his face in a grotesque manner. He excelled in deadly situations.

Waiting for a moment, he finally got a sign: the fire stopped. Meaning they were about to check if they had succeeded in killing him. Lunging from his position, Nerius swung the saber in a backhanded gesture that cleaved through a mans abdomen. Reaching out with the Force he did the one thing known to him thus far; Nerius gave a shove that toppled the body backwards into the mans allies.

Swirling the saber once more, he hacked through the barrel of a blasted rifle as it got raised to fire.

The smile on his face grew.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: A
Location: The Scrapyard
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Syala Daivik"] (claimed)
5/20

Nightbrother twitched his ears at the sound of footsteps crunching through the garbage. His back straightening, Sage turned to see a robed figure, slight in build, walking purposefully towards him. He quirked a brow and drew away from his mount, striding forward to meet the stranger halfway. The newcomer was a child, the robes unmistakably Jedi. She removed her hood, revealing long red tresses, a determined gaze, and Light Side radiance. She might have been small, but the girl talked big. Much too big for Sage's liking.

"You don't belong here, Sith," she said.

This time both brows were raised. Was the girl really this foolish to trifle with a Sith Lord?

"I don't belong here?" he parroted. "Well, I certainly don't see anyone trying to stop me, youngling."

A look flashed across his face. As if she were carrion with meat left on her bones, his teeth yearning to tear at the stringy flesh and suck out the marrow. Then, his mouth turned down into a disdainful scowl.

"Go on, shoo. Playtime is over. The grownups have things to do."

 

[Shaddi]

[3/20]
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 (@Greta Kohlerhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5993-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.

T'zanith charged at the Droidbraker as his troops distracted the beast. "I've faced a Terentek, death incarnate, I'm not going to loose to you." He said under his breath as he jumped into the air and came down on the beast with his lightsaber. He struck for only a moment before the beast raised it's head and threw him back. He landed inside a scrap heap and lost the lightsaber somewhere inside it as some of the heap crumbled over him. "D-D-Did that thing just beat the sith?! Then what chance do we have?" Zerrid began shouting as he unloaded his blaster rifle into the beast. "Karking shut it Jumper! E'vy unload everything you have into that thing, Ripah check on the sith see if he's all right!" Rixar then said as he took command of the situation and began to aim at whatever weak spots he could see in the beast while Marcus unloaded his heavy repeater at the beast as it roared out in pain. Mean while Silvia began to dig through the debris looking for T'Zanith in the debris he had fallen into. "Sir I can't find him!" She then shouted out to her commanding officer who only replied. "LOOK HARDER!" in an angry tone.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

2/20
Objective C & D: Sample Droid Breaker.
Location: Abandoned Factory
Allies: Darth Veneficahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6669-darth-venefica/ Darth Ferushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3392-darth-ferus/

What was the real reason behind this domination? Was One Sith this desperate for materials or was this more of a in the lines of personal advancement and gain? These were just some thoughts going through the Epicanthix's mind as he strolled through the Factory searching for a Droidbreaker pup. A Blood and brain sample would do nicely for research purposes. Imagine a concoction that enabled the user to barrow the traits of a Droidbreaker. Being able to sense and feel energy and not be force sensitive would be an advantage on the battle field. It was a interesting theory and ideal but for now that was all it would remain.

If a pup could not be found in the timely manner Nulgath wanted then a adult droidbreaker would please him just fine, as long as parts of the brain were intact still. The Trashy environments were always producing sounds and such but rarely did anyone ever surprise Nulgath from behind. Rushing from behind in a quick like manner was a female droidbreaker. She had sensed the pristine metals on Nulgaths robe and was curious to see how it tasted. With his hands behind his back and jumping in place slightly from the unexpected Nulgath activated his Personal Energy Shield before impact. The Energy around produced a shield in a flash and crackled faintly as the droidbreakers head smacked it.

Energy Shields were tech of the past and yet one was still so useful. Why no one else used such a lovely device baffled him on almost every level.

Turning around Nulgath raised a single brow as the Beast shook his head and stumbled about stunned from the blow. " Hmm." he pondered on how to maim the creature so he could test it. Reaching out to touch the beast Nulgaths hand sparked with Electricity. Sending a Shock to the head and another to the chest. Watching the Beast twitch and jolt about Nulgath smiled as the Beast remained in a weakened state. It seemed the young female was unconscious now.