Heart of a Graveyard (OS Dominion of Belgaroth)

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=3/20]

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: I’m safe from the wreckage, my mind was saved

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjUTg5AiMmY

The troopers made good progress. The occasional piece of resistance was met with one or at most two blaster bolts – these were elite troops. The surrounding sounds of battle kept most people indoors – it was par for the course when the One Sith invaded. A few foolhardy individuals tried to make a name for themselves. Maja reflected they wouldn’t even have a name on their head-stones, no doubt they would be thrown into some mass grave at the end of the hostilities.

So she paid the locals little heed as they walked, her black cloak flowing behind her, her red hair bouncing as she walked, surrounded by a ring of white armoured soldiers, all in perfect step despite the terrain.

“Chambly.” The staff-sergeant was at her side in an instant. “What do we know of the building.”

“It’s listed as a regular office block. But schematics and the drones we’ve deployed show it’s heavily fortified. Sensors surround it and the entrances are all secure.”

“What’s the best way in?”

“The front door. There is no element of surprise. There’s an invasion happening and we’re doing the invading. The time for stealth has long gone. The front door is the most direct and a couple of charges will open it up for you.”

Maja nodded. “Very well..proceed.”

 

[Shaddi]

[4/20]
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 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.

Silvia kept searching through the debris that T'zanith had landed in occasionally looking back at her squad mates. They worked like a well oiled machine, Rixar placed a few well aimed blaster rounds into the beasts eye and neck while Marcus rained down a barrage of blaster bolts onto the beast. Zerrid ran around it firing at it just enough to keep it's attention as he was the perfect distraction, loud, jumpy and annoying. It didn't take them long to bring down the beast and the first thing Zerrid did was climb on top of the beasts head and emptied the last of his clip into the beast and then reloaded before striking a victorious pose. "YEAH! You don't mess with Rancor squad! Hey someone take a picture this'll be a great story back at the barracks!" He then said as he posed a heroic pose with his leg on top of the beast like he was the hunter that brought it down. "Get down from there you idiot and No we are not taking your picture Jumper." Marcus bellowed at Zerrid while he reloaded his heavy repeater. "How do you think the kid got his nickname E'vy." Rixar then said with a teasing tone as if it was directed at the kid that looked to be fuming on top of the beast. "Hey Ripah have you found the sith yet?!" He then shouted towards Silvia who didn't look back as she was looking through the debris. "No I haven't there's a lot of junk in hhrrkkk!" She was cut off as she suddenly raised up into the air clutching at her neck as she was then dropped and rolled down the scrap pile to her teammates. "What the hell is wrong with that sith aren't we on the same side!" Zerrid then shouted before he was stopped by a tap at his shoulder and he looked behind him.
Behind them were the locals all holding makeshift and scrap worthy blasters except one that looked a little like a sith, of the junkyard but sithy in appearance, holding a large claymor like sword. "Sithspit." Muttered Zerrid as they hurried for cover as the other locals began to rain blaster fire down on them.

 

[Baalagor]

Location: The Scrapyard
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] (claimed), [member="Greta Kohler"]
(2/20)

Despite what seemed to be a rather nonchalant dismissal Syala knew better than to turn her back on any member of the Sith. His presence in the Force seemed to warn her of just that, dark and cloying where hers was light and seemingly weightless, always lurking about her even when it appeared she was alone. But there was another side to it, one that called out and tempted her, promising power and relief from whatever plagued her. It was a strangely double-edged sword, the taint of darkness, but she did her best to push past it, rejecting its offer and instead taking quiet solace in the light. This was the touch of the Dark Side her Master had warned her about, ever-present wherever the Sith found themselves. Never had she wished to reject any one thing so completely.

The way he spoke to her was patronizing, as if she were an unruly child and he a stern disciplinary. And, just as every other teenager, she would disregard his attempts without so much as a second thought. In contrast to his predatory gaze her expression remained carefully neutral, the barest hints of a confident and peaceful smile on her lips. Her countenance wasn't arrogant or taunting in any manner, unless he should choose to perceive it as such. It was simply meant as something of a greeting and perhaps an indication of her compassion. Unlike some she didn't hate the Sith per se, understanding that, in their mind, they weren't doing anything particularly wrong. Their Order functioned much like the one she called home, though perhaps in a decidedly more violent nature. But for that she couldn't fault them, as they believed they were doing good, as did she.

"As a Knight of the Silver Jedi, I'll have to be opposition enough." One hand rested on the hilt of her weapon, though she still didn't entirely take it in hand or ignite it. "You and yours will leave this place. It's only a matter of time." Only then did she palm her lightsaber, the turquoise blade snap-hissing into existence, a stark contrast against the dark that surrounded her. With a careful sort of precision she took on the opening stance of Soresu. Against those as typically aggressive as the Sith, it would likely emerge as her greatest advantage. A challenge had been presented not only by her words but her actions as well, and only time would tell if he would answer in kind. The chances of someone like him simply ignoring that were slim to none.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[1/20]
Objective: C
Location: Space
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"]

This wasn't the first time Ferus was late, but it wasn't exactly the best time to do so. On his way to the planet he had been stopped by a republic patrol just before he went into hyperspace. This group had boarded his ship in an effort to detain him. This didn't end well for them. Sitting in he passenger seat of his ship he began to slowly clean his dagger from the blood that had lined it.

Well, most of it. Some was saved, to be used for the mission he and Venefica had in mind. Finally, he exited hyperspace and immediately patched into a holocall with the Voice.

"Apologies for the late arrival. I had to stop by the store and pick up some things for what we're planning. What's your position?"

 

[Nerius]

[5/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar
Allies: One Sith

Twirling the saber once more with a loud hum, he passed the plasma blade through a mans neck, watching as the head rolled to the side. Hurling another force push, he knocked the man down - resulting in a domino effect that hurtled the last man over as well.

Stepping forward, Nerius playfully whirled the saber around some more: legitimately just showing off to a soon to be dead man. Spinning the glowing rod in a figure 8 above his head, he brought it down to impale the mans nasal cavity.

Stretching over the corpse, Nerius yawned; his opponents were dead. Now who would he face?

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[4/20]
Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.
Location: Belgar.
Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.

Heading down the stairs, Saiah slipped past two persons, both of whom looked at each other as if the other had touched their shoulder ever so lightly. Office clerks like these, pushing their anti-Sith agenda, they did not see past her personal stealth field. They were like the shock troops of written and spoken word, but they were about to be silenced. Not these two right way. They would perish later. Why leave a trail of corpses? As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard yelling. It sounded like angry yelling. Then, the internal alarm went off. It was not a silent alarm.

Saiah fought the urge to hurry, but instead kept close to the outer wall as she maintained her casual stroll through the grey corridors, plastered with posters of safety precautions and the occasional anti sith poster. It was better to stay undetected and move slowly, lest she blow her cover to the entire building. As she rounded the corner, she came upon a man shouting at a holographic communicator featuring what appeared to be a military commander of sorts. The argument was quite heated, and the pressure of the situation was getting to him. Saiah gently touched her hand to the top of his head. It had become a habit for her to do so when she employed mind control over a lone target. He stiffened at her touch and his eyes stared emptily at the communications device in front of him. She whispered in his mind, the man repeated.

“Tell the troops to stand down and prepare for further command. Be wary of any other messages, we have a traitor in our midst.”

He shut down the communications device, turned around and walked into his office. Saiah followed right behind him. She had to work a little harder for the last bit, but she got him to climb up on the ledge of his window. Saiah then gave him a last little push, and out he flew. She released his mind as he was falling, allowing him to revel in his own fright. He was obviously somewhat important, and perhaps his fall would distract from the alarm. Saiah hurried out of the room and continued her calm descent through the floors.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: A
Location: The Scrapyard
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Syala Daivik"] (claimed)
6/20

The foolish child announced that she was a Knight of the Silver Jedi, an order that Sage had heard of, but was not intimately familiar with. If they posed any real threat to the One Sith, he had yet to know it. The girl ignited her blue blade and took on a Soresu stance. Bane's soldier's raised their blasters and pointed them at the red-haired waif, but the Sith Lord held up his hand signalling for the men to hold their fire. Sage gave off a careless chuckle at her bravado, and ignited his own red energy blade. Unlike the Jedi, he did not take an opening stance. Instead he circled her slowly and smoothly, a playfulness glinting in his honey-brown eyes. This was pure entertainment for the Sith Lord.

"A bit aggressive for a Jedi aren't we?" he asked, twirling his red blade with panache. He tutted at the child with a condescending tone. "I gave you the opportunity to walk away, but it is you who is the instigator, girl. Seems like the Dark is closer to you than you think it is."

Shaking his head in mock-disbelief, he gestured with his off-hand at the reeking mounds of scrap and garbage.

"Is this the place you want to lay your life on the line for, Jedi? This sector full of garbage, not good enough even for the vermin who frolick in its midst?"

Finally he made his rotation all the way around her, and then stopped. His smile was gone.

"I'll give you one more chance to rethink your terrible life choices, little girl."

 

[Shaddi]

[5/20]
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 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.

As the team held their ground against the assault of the locals T'zanith stirred in the debris that covered him. 'Oww! what the hell hit me?' He thought as he attempted to get his bearings and find out what was going on around him, the first thing he spotted was the lightsaber in the debris and then he saw the force using leader of the locals that ordered them about and then he noticed the team as it was pinned down under fire. Marcus seemed to be the best off as his cover also allowed him to fire back with his heavy repeater. T'zanith thanked the force that he saw through it since he was mostly buried under some debris but had been a bit to the side of were Silvia had been rummaging around so that was the reason she couldn't find him.
"Get those Drekheads!" Zerrid shouted at Marcus as he glanced around every once in a while and let loose a few rounds into the locals. "What do you think I'm trying to do!" Marcus replied as he began to lay down suppression fire but every one in the team knew that the gun would eventually run out of ammo. That's were the rest of them came in, they would take out as many as they could so that Marcus could get peace and quite, relatively, while he reloaded his gun. It didn't take long for them to clear six of the locals and drive the rest back for the moment. "All right eyes sharp and Silvia find that sith we'll need him if their leader decides to do another appearance." Rixar then commanded to the team.
It didn't take Silvia long to find T'zanith as she headed back up the debris mound and noticed him trying to get out of it himself. "Here you go." She said as she extended her hand to him to help him up, a hand he gladly took before he used the force to pull the lightsaber to himself. "All right I must admit I'm impressed with the lot of you Rancor squad but who were those individuals that attacked you?" He then said as he gestured for Zerrid to retrieve the bodies so they could see what they were up against. To say the youth was happy with it would be a horrendous lie given how he grumbled as he stomped towards the bodies.

 

[Nerius]

[6/20]
Objective: D
Location: Outskirts of Belgar
Allies: One Sith | [member="Jacen Cavill"]

Cocking his head to one side, Nerius arched a brow. What was that? It was the same sensation that warned him of danger as it approached, and yet it was vastly different...it was pulling on his nerves, begging - pleading - with Nerius to go down the street he was currently on.

Shrugging, the Pink Blob yawned once more; why not?

Twirling the blue blade of the stolen lightsaber as if it were a toy, Nerius reached down with the opposite hand to dust of the particles of minor garbage that had gathered on his pants. Like always, they somehow retained their blinding white hue, despite the grime. It was as if it were feathers of a bird, and all the muck in the universe was simply water to cascade smoothly off.

Just as he finished, his intense sense of hearing picked up on a sound a few yards ahead, around the corner to another street. Slinking stealthily closer, Nerius began to mold his face and body to that of the last man he killed: slowly he grew in height, his antenna flattened to his skull, the pink color of his skin faded to a slight tan white pigment. Before long he resembled a human, ordinary, yet bigger than he was used to.

Stepping from his place on the opposite street, he was surprised to see a large squadron of men surrounding a tall man with dark black hair...Sheer raw power emanated from this being, and Nerius leaned against the nearest wall, his arms folded, to watch how the events played out.

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post=4/20]​

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: 1 x squad Sitherhood troopers
Enemies: All those people I’m about to play with
Theme: You don’t deserve a point of view

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDy2wCQYSrU

A few fools offered resistance as Maja walked forward – the troopers ending their pitiful lives. They searched each room as they came to it and finally heard noises coming for a large office that they entered without resistance. A Rodian was seated at a desk.

“You are the Sith resistance I presume?” Maja’s words were calm and without emotion.

"Who you?" The Rodian asked, his barely passable Basic made even harder to understand by the clear panic in his voice.

"I just came here to ask you some questions," she assured him, “And my name is unimportant.” She was not the sort of Sith to shout her title from the roof-tops. She operated best in the shadows, secrecy was one of her key assets. She invariably case a haze with the Force. Not enough to mask her, but sufficient to make her instantly forgettable to the weak-willed. For sure they’d remember a woman, but when questioned would struggle to remember any facts about her.

The Rodian's shoulders slumped. Sighing, he cast his head down, his head hanging despondently. If he was the leader, she was a poor one.

"More questions. You Sith too? Like other one?" He spoke with a tone of utter hopelessness, as if he realized he was doomed and had given up any hope of escaping his fate.

"A Sith?"

"Him got lightsaber. Use it to give Onauq this."

The Rodian turned his head and pointed to his cheek. Moving slowly so as not to startle the obviously distraught fellow, Maja approached until she was able to make out his scar. In the dim light the burn did appear to be consistent with that made by a lightsaber's blade.

She knew how to read people. The Rodian was like an abused pup, cowering as he waited for the next blow. Show him a little compassion, however, and he would react as if she had saved his life.

"He tortured you. You poor thing," she cooed, feigning sympathy even as her mind churned on the identity of the Sith that did this.

"Him wanted information," the Rodian whimpered.

"I'm sorry, " she said, speaking softly as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, "But I need information, too. I need to know why you hate the Sith so much? This wound was done by a Jedi’s saber, I can see that clearly."

As she did so, she reached out with a gentle push of the Force, nudging the Rodian’s will ever so slightly so he would be more inclined to tell her what she wanted.

"Him not you friend?"

"No," Maja assured him, using words to reinforce her subtle mind manipulation. "He's not my friend. My enemy. Enemy of the Sith."

"You want kill him?" Onauq asked, his voice rising excitedly.

"That is a possibility," she answered, giving him a warm smile. "I'm not going to hurt you," she promised. "I'm not like him, And I don't think he's coming back."

The Rodian shifted uncomfortably, but another gentle push with the Force overcame his reluctance. "Onauq believes you. You Onauq friend?”

“Yes,” she virtually purred. “And the Sith are your friends. It is the Jedi that are your enemies.” She smiled again and placed a sizeable credit chip on the desk in front of him. “In case we accidentally damaged anything.”

It was good to win…and sometimes that meant playing the long game. And turning anti-Sith into anti-Jedi was a start. If only they were all this easy.

 

[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: [4/20]

Vengeance chuckled side stepping and turning with Chastity's attempt to disarm him. As he turned he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He had not seen Wovoka's attempt to impale him but the force was on his side. In turning away from the disarm attempt it allowed for the spearing thrust to only graze him instead of run him through. Vengeance growled.

"You call me coward and then attack when my back is turned." "Hypocritical much."

He leaped back a few feet putting some distance between him and the two jedi. He raised the saber up holding the hilt with both hands. His glance at Chastity.

"He doesn't think you can hold your own you know." "Admit it." "Just think what he said to you before he charged." "Did it fill you with confidence or make you question yourself?"

Vengeance chuckled looking at her with a smirk.

"He doesn't even value your safety." "Plunging in like that carelessly." "Knowing if he missed he would have killed you instead he still went for it."

He shook his head.

"Is it really cowardice to ignore weakness and face a true threat?" "He thinks so because I recognize you to be the greater force." "Don't your people teach you jealousy is wrong?"

He continued to taunt.

"And what of your objective?" "Where is the team work?" "He could be helping to save the poor innocent souls in that building instead he is here making you feel helpless."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[5/20]
Objective: Infiltrate and silence an Anti-Sith organisation.
Location: Belgar.
Allies: A solid information network, a chauffeur, and a bomb.
Enemies: NPC Jedi.

As she descended through the building, she felt a presence become clear. It was an unknown, but the type was unmistakeable; A Jedi was present. No doubt, if Saiah detected the Jedi, the Jedi would also have detected her. The alarm seized, they were on to her. The building buzzed with life and tension. Saiah unclipped her lightsabre, but refrained from igniting it. It was better to be prepared. Her stealth field would stay up as she walked, but she knew it was only a matter of time before the force user pointed her out. Speed had just become a factor. She hurried as fast as she could without breaking her stealth field, lower and lower through the building.

She was mostly uninterrupted, though she had to stop now and again to let the troops pass her without brushing he shoulder. It was very tempting to let her cover be blown and rush through the halls in a blaze of lightsabre glory, but she refrained. Sometimes subtlety was key. She eventually reached the basement levels. It was the perfect place to plant the bomb, as it would make the building collapse upon itself and thus crush the inhabitants not touched by the blast.

As she was wiring and setting up the explosives, she felt the approaching signature. So this was where their duel would go down? In the cellar. Would the Jedi bring friends? It was a likely thing for Jedi to do. They always brought friends, afraid to stand on their own two feet. Pitiful.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: [member="Wovoka Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"]
7/20

Fast and wily, the Sith strafed to the side, moving out of the way of not only her attack, but also Wovoka's. Was it luck or something else that allowed him to have a type of prescience over impending attacks? Chastity couldn't be sure. This was her first face-off with a Sith, but she could feel the dark side radiating off of him like a toxic cloud. He spat a taunt at the dreadlocked warrior, but then, he turned his gaze to her. Chastity met his stare with a furrowed brow. Why was he doing this? She was only delivering supplies to the needy. His questions hit her like a blaster shot. The Sith seemed hellbent on making her feel angry at the warrior for making her feel helpless. To tear them apart as allies. He told her that she was the one that was the greater force. How could that be? She was a Padawan with lightyears of inexperience. Holding her lightsaber tightly, Chastity fumbled for the words, but in a frightened, quavering voice, finally they came. There is no emotion, there is peace.

"Look, I don't know why you're doing this." she said. "By the Maker, I was only getting supplies to the needy. I have no business with you, Sith. If you put down your weapon, and let me pass, I promise I will not strike you."

Her grey-blue eyes flashed back and forth between the Sith and her ally, wondering how Wovoka was taking all of this.

 

[Baalagor]

Location: The Scrapyard
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] (claimed), [member="Greta Kohler"]
(3/20)

Trust in yourself, and the Force. Advice that her Master had given her in times past flashed through her mind, serving to calm her and allow her to open herself to the Force without hesitation. It was a strange sort of bond she upheld with the ethereal, one of a high sensitivity to what information it granted her. While it did allow her a different brand of wisdom in comparison to some others, it also made her far more conscious of the darkness that was the opposite of the light she followed. Without focus she would be easily overwhelmed, thanks to both this and her young age. But her own determination made it difficult to sway her. All of this made her a formidable opponent in some regard, though it was difficult to tell simply by looking at her.

As he made a slow circle about her she remained still, allowing the Force to compensate where physical senses failed her. Syala was acutely aware that she was outclassed in numerous aspects when it came to this fight, but even that was of little concern. This was her duty as a Jedi, to stand up for those without a voice and face the great evils of the galaxy where few were able. Young she was, and unaware of the majority of what horrors were committed in the name of the Sith, but simply being in the presence of this man was enough to tell her that individuals such as this needed to be stopped in order for the innocents of the galaxy to continue on with their lives unhindered and without fear of meaningless death at the hands of another.

Grey-blue eyes studied him carefully, her gaze unflinching. The crimson blade humming in his hand only drew her minute attention, but the weapon itself was secondary. The man holding it, and his own capabilities, was her primary concern. "It's not your place to condemn violence, Sith. Not with where you stand. Sometimes it's necessary to fight for what one believes in, if only to prevent the death of those that have no place in conflict. But I suppose you wouldn't understand such a thing. Not when it's you and yours condemning the innocents of the galaxy to death for doing nothing more than fighting for their own freedom." By saying that she had likely done nothing more than provoke him, but even those few words helped her to focus on the task at hand.

Still she didn't make any aggressive movements, refusing to strike first even if it would have given her the upper hand. Never had she been one quick to violence. "Our intentions here were nothing more than peace. You're mistaken in claiming me the instigator, when it's you Sith that landed here. I don't believe your interest is in discussing semantics, however. We both know you wouldn't be here otherwise." Her voice was steady, only loud enough so as to be heard over the humming of their plasma blades. Everything about her was quiet and subdued, all speaking to her peaceful and calm outlook. The opposite of the Sith Lord before her, all told.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: C
Location: Abandoned Factory (Entering scrapyard)
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] l Sisterhood Troopers x10 l [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Posts: {3/20}

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzV3x9vGmGw[/youtube]​

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With the first herd encountered and now laying in ruin, it was time to move further into the scrapyard and slaughter the rest. Her troops, after collecting souvenirs off the dead beasts took up residence behind her; ready to continue with the mission. As they began moving out, the com link on the Sith Lady's wrist chirped and the voice of Darth Ferus came through.​

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"Apologies for the late arrival. I had to stop by the store and pick up some things for what we're planning. What's your position?"​

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Darth Venefica smiled when the transmission ended. Well, he finally decided to show up after all. Better late than standing it her up, she thought to herself. Her left thumb pressed the little red button on the com link opening up the channel to respond.​

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"Welcome to Belgaroth. I was starting to think you hated me," she answered. "Our current position is the factory on the eastside. I await your arrival....and will try to leave you some beasts to kill. But I make no prmosies."​

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: A
Location: The Scrapyard
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Syala Daivik"] (claimed)
8/20

"Freedom?" he snorted. "Ah, but what of our freedom, little one? The freedom for the One Sith to claim our territory so that we can survive and prosper as a people. Do you ask the Nexu to give up its hunt because it's unfair to the Kiffar? It is survival of the fittest, girl."

He gave off a sharp laugh, and twirled his blade again. The entertainment had begun to fade from the game, however. Sage was growing impatient with the diminutive Jedi, and was still outraged at her demands.

"If you want me to leave, you're going to have to make me," he told her, holding his saber at the ready, its crimson light flickering in his narrowed eyes. His lips began to flutter as the Sith Lord invoked the tongue of ancient Nightbrothers and Nightsisters. A green mist bubbled up around him and flowed throughout the scrapyard. Here and there, scraps of metal began to rumble and shake, making way for what was emerging. Cadavers of all shapes, sizes, and species began to rise up out of the garbage, freeing themselves from their fetid graves. Some were whole. Others were missing parts. All were badly decomposed. They groaned and began to shamble towards the Jedi, their eyes a milky white color, their bodies jerking as Sage used the powerful Nightbrother magic to move their rigid limbs forward. He grinned darkly, brimming with pride at his walking graveyard.

"You'll also have to make them, too."

 

[Baalagor]

Location: The Scrapyard
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] (claimed), [member="Greta Kohler"]
(4/20)

His comment gave her pause for a moment. Never had Syala discussed philosophy with anyone outside of the Jedi, and not in such an impromptu venue as this. The retorts granted her were of a different sort than she had imagined, planting the seeds of far more questions than there were answers. It was something she would be hard-pressed to admit aloud, given that he would only feed on her self-doubt, but it was still present nonetheless. Still she was determined in both her actions and words, always defending her own ideology and the family she had found among the Jedi. "Freedom is different than needless slaughter. Perhaps you should stop and think just why so many oppose you."

The briefest of visions flashed before her eyes, in that split second before the spell was cast and after the final words were traded. The images moved before her eyes at an unnatural speed, with barely enough time for her to process one before it was replaced by another. They showed the man before her in a different time, one that seemed in a way happier, lighthearted, free of the malice and terror that he relied on now. In a way reminiscent of her own young childhood, when she was beginning her very first lessons as a Jedi youngling on Voss. In the next instant they ceased, and she clawed her way back to reality with a sharp inhale. A beat passed before her gaze refocused.

Words nearly failed her, and when they found her lips her tone was laced with disbelief. "You were a Jedi once, weren't you?" No time was given to continue before the walking corpses were upon her, and she wasn't allowed to develop even the smallest piece of a strategy before she was forced into self-defense, cutting limbs and heads off the undead in order to incapacitate them. A spark of fear shimmered behind her eyes, but her actions hardly reflected it, remaining quick and focused as she drew on the Force to push past her instinctual terror at the sight of the dead rising from their shallow dug graves. If there was anything more unnatural in the galaxy, she had yet to see it.

Minutes of silence passed in concentration, and she finally felled the walking cadavers - or at least, perceived herself to have done so - she paused, merely panting quietly in exertion. It wasn't that she was necessarily out of shape, but her small stature didn't allot her much in the way of physical strength. The mental sort was another matter. "You were a Jedi once." She repeated herself with that same tone of half-belief, "But you turned from a path you would have flourished on, and instead walked the path of death and destruction. You would have made a great Jedi Master. Yet you allowed yourself to become this. Why?" It was something she truly couldn't fathom.

"You tore yourself down until you became what you are now, a shell of what once was. This is why you must be stopped. So the inhabitants of the galaxy can keep their humanity."

 

[Ryan]

Objective: B
Location: Belgar streets
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"]
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"]
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"You talk to much!" The imperial knight retorted in his deep ysanna accent as he pressed forward towards the bouncy sith that was long winded in his monolog. His attempts to lay seeds of discord and other forms of psychological manipulations wasn't going to work here. Wovoka was a man of honor and the empire had set him to true purpose. He did not hold the weaknesses of the Jedi, he was free of them and capable of exacting proper justice on the likes of Vengeance. Vos understood why Chastity would make her plight of peaceful resolution, he did not falt her in her hesitation to wage righteous battle against the evil before them. She was scared and with all rights to be. The Ysanni-kiffar held the same fear, this could be the last moments he would draw breath in this meager existence. Just the difference was, the imperial knight wielded his fear just as talented as he wielded his sabre, with unflinching discipline.

Wovoka's advanced over the dead bodies of the fallen that were strewn all about them, his black cape and dread lock hair flapping in the wind behind him as the bottom of his boots soaked in the blood. These were not soldiers, there were mere innocent men and women and children of all different species. This sith commanded their death and he himself had cut down many of the dead that Wovoka was currently and gracefully stepping over. The young female jedi had offered this monster life for peaceful parlay. Wovoka will only offer death for this genocidal maniac deserved no less. The squire was not blind to his surroundings, the senseless slaughter had affected him deeply and had given him casus belli on all sith for if this was the way the conducted themselves with such lack in respect for life with total belligerence. Then they all should and shall meet a violent end just as they served upon possible millions through out the galaxy.

This was to be his crusade. The gap between the two force warriors was had and Wovoka was in distance to strike. Vos' white lit lightsaber was at the middle position, with the tip of the sword pointed at his opponent's face. It was essential to keep thinking of stabbing said enemy in the face with the tip of you saber for when you have the intention of stabbing your opponent in the face, he will try to get both his face and his body out of the way. When you can get your opponent to shrink away, there are various advantages of which one can avail himself to win. Such were was the science of martial arts the squire was practitioning and placing training to actual use and advantage.

With a quick thrust Wovoka would try and drive the tip of his saber into the face of vengeance. The sith liked to talk and hopefully the aggression that wovoka was asserting will shut the hellspawn down for if one focused on words more then the blade, the blade shall end ones life quicker then one would hope.

 

[Komo]

Posts: [2/20]
Objective: A - Scavenge and fight and stuff
Location: The Scrapyard
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Syala Daivik"]

Searching. Scavenging. Greta was doing both. She had gone from pile to pile, picking up what whatever she still thought usable, from scraps of durasteel to sheets of plasteel, handing them to the salvage droids to transport them back to the vehicle. Her idea of going through these mountain of junk metals was looking more moronic by the minute. It was most certainly not working out the way she had envisioned it out to be. She guessed that the saying that things looked alot better in your head was true after all.

Grabbing a random piece of junk, she casually threw it in a random direction, indirectly migrating the piece of rubbish from one pile to another. The girl was most positively frustrated. And not to mention, bored. It was then that she heard the tell-tale sound of rowdy laughter. Greta perked up immediately. Looking over yonder, she saw a group of four men, all humans searching some of the junk piles while one kept watch with a blaster rifle. They were chatting and laughing rowdily to themselves, and the girl guessed that they must belong to one of the garbage gangs that frequent the area.

As she made her way to the scavengers, the guy on watch yelled a warning and aimed his rifle at her. "Halt" he said. "No" she said. A shot was then fired on the ground near her feet, aimed as a warning to prevent her from going any further. "You'll go no further." She cocked her head, before replying "Oh? Why is th-" before she could finish, there was a series of high-pitched beeps as the pair of Watchman drones who were watching over her earlier zoomed past her at the sound of the blaster shot.

The drones opened fire with their stun blasters firing at the lone bandit, before moving on towards the rest of his buddies. In hardly any time at all, the four lowlifes were on the ground, unconscious. Greta sulked. What trouble. They were unconscious not dead. That was something that needs to be fixed with the design. The acolyte would do it herself if need be.

Gotta take care of the loose ends, or they'll be a problem later. Unclipping her saber from her belt, she ignited it with a quick press of a button, and swiftly went to decapitate the poor fools. She then dug a hole in one of the piles of trash, before burying the heads in them. "Rest in pieces!" She yelled, before giggling to herself.

Her smile faded as she felt a light-side presence in the force, followed by an even darker presence. The darker one was no doubt a Sith, a powerful one at that, but the light-side only mean one thing.

Jedi.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[3/20] ​

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


"Ambush." Tanek said in a low, annoyed voice. He didn't scream it out, like a warning to everyone around him, but in a hushed whisper. An ambush. How could he not have seen this coming? His lightsaber cracked to life, demanding satisfaction for this transgression. Behind him, an explosion sounded as another thermal detonator dropped into their midst. He casually took a step to the side, and let the body fly past him, before it made its final clash against a wall.

"Captain" The Togruta's voice sounded through the loud chaos on his commlink, as death surrounded them. They were getting pinned down, that much was obvious. "Have your men funnel into the buildings." They were taking fire from both sides of the streets, the need to strip their enemies of that advantage was urgent. "Kill anyone within." There was a chance not everyone inside was working with the enemy, but at this point that hardly mattered. Most likely they were. Even so, Tanek felt no remorse, no compassion. "Get our snipers in position" both the roof tops and windows that offered a visual over the enemies ahead would do. "Yes sir!" the officer saluted, and orders were given, troops deploying. The element of surprise had played its part, now the true battle began.

"I'll take our reserves and engage their front line. Bring up the Old Guard." the Old Guard were veterans from the Nautolan - Anselmian war that had sparked to life at the time of One Sith arrival. They were a unit that had served under Tanek, as his forces had branched off from the main army and gone ahead with their own campaign. They had been most successful. The soldiers had proven themselves on Fresia as well, and now they would show their worth on Belgaroth. They Old Guard was named the Old Guard, simply because Tanek had yet to think of a better name for them. Maybe he'd let the Nautolans write up names on a little piece of flimisiplast, and put it in the suggestion box.

The veteran unit that had formed up the rear guard came marching up to the front. Their path was cleared ahead by Nautolan soldiers rushing into the buildings. The windows, several stories up started flaring with the light of blaster fire. From everywhere the sounds of dying screams were heard. The streets reeked of burnt flesh. Though now, chaos gave way to order, as the approaching sound of a synchronized march got louder, and louder as it grew closer. "At your service, general" "We engage the enemy head on." "As always, general." Same procedure as every year, James.

The Old Guard returned with their own barrage of fire. The streets became a mess of red and blue, bodies dropping on both sides rapidly. However, the veteran Nautolans were dropping more bodies than they lost. Tanek was at the very centre of it, charging ahead of his own lines. His red blade moved with an unseen speed to deflect the blaster bolts aimed at him. His torso twitched, as he took a hit to his shoulder, then another to his gut. His defence was imperfect. Thankfully for him, the Vonduun Skerr Kyrric did a much better job at keeping him safe. Soon he, and the melee company of the Old Guard would descend upon the enemy lines. Let the bodies hit the floor.