I Would Have Been Your Daddy... [TU Dominion of Zhar]

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Taivas, Zhar System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][3/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“And I admire yours, my dear.” the Sith Lord would reply with a short inclination of the head, before leaning back against the chair again and closing his eyes. Before his mindset he could already see the Hidden Temple rising up, the various ships; broken and twisted into forms to satisfy basic living and training conditions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A good fit for a new joint Obsidian Knight/Sith Enclave, perhaps? Discussions with Starchaser would probably be had about it, such things could strengthen ties and that would be beneficial in the longest run.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The man would ponder for a while, before tilting his head just slightly. A question was popping up in him and the nature of the question… it surprised him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Never did Carach think he would be interested in such things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Was it hard to move from everything that you knew to places uncharted?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There was curiosity in that voice of his, perhaps even just a smidgen of sympathy, almost as if the Sith Lord had experienced such a thing himself in the late past. And perhaps he had, because who really knew the man behind the mask?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Who really knew who Darth Carach truly was?[/SIZE]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Taivas, Zhar system
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Post: 3/20

Just as the question surprised Carach, it also surprised the red-headed Hapan Officer. Her dealings with the Voice so far had been focused on a cat and mouse game of capture and escape. She had been the traitor and he the savior - of course it all had come with a steep price which she just couldn't pay.

But that night at the Officer's Club, Carach's dark presence, which she had felt with the fiber of her being and heard inside of her very own mind was far from comforting... but still it had offered kind of sweet relief... but from what? The yearning and ambition which drove individuals such as themselves? Or was the relief from a simpler longing? Or was it a release from life itself?

Taken aback she began to answer, "Yes... well, no..." She faltered.

"Actually no. By that time I had already thrown away all that I had cared about at the time."

He would hear a hint of defiance in her voice, but Carach had already witnessed her at her weakest moment on Annaxes, so while the inquiry into her emotional state was a little intrusive, it wasn't completely unwelcome. A part of her still feared him - he did threaten to "kill her slowly" that one time before she fled his service.

Furthermore, there was something she wanted to show him, but en route to Taivas was not the right time nor place. Changing the subject, Tmoxin asked the Sith Lord:

"What do you hope to gain from the Hidden Temple most of all?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Taivas, Zhar System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][4/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There were men who would have answered quickly, swiftly without thinking and pondering the implications, perhaps Darth Carach was one of such men. Perhaps he [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]had[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] been that kind of man before, but it wasn’t the kind of man he was in this state currently. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And so the Sith Lord pondered about it first, crossing one of his legs over the other, leaning into his elbow resting on the space between the two of them. Slightly less distance between the two of them, and yet Carach simply pondered on.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Not entirely aware of the shortening of distance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I would have to say… knowledge.” he finally said, his eyes opening again and meeting hers. Holding her gaze for a moment, before passing the view over to the rest of the room. “Power never lasts, wealth has been achieved and can be taken away, but [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]knowledge?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His free hand would point to his temple, as to indicate the point he was trying to make.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“That’s far more difficult to remove permanently.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Unless you are a Mentalist, then even your mind isn’t safe. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But that thought wasn’t said out loud, because it wouldn’t have served any purpose. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“What is it that you truly seek, miss Temi?” Carach would yet again question, going back to the heart of the matter, unyielding against common conventions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Outside of the capital building would be a variety of businessmen and engineers already waiting for [member="Marek Starchaser"]. It was not a secret that Eridium Industrial was being pushed to become the premier construction company for the Techno Union’s needs by the Foreman and one of the members of the Executive Council. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In reality it was only logical, there weren’t really a lot of companies in the Galaxy that specialized in construction as Eridium did. One of them, Ryran Burian, decided to step up before the Foreman and gave him a shallow bow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Mister Foreman Sir!” he pushed his glasses back up his nose with a dignified expression. “We are ready for the meeting to begin, the council members are already waiting for us, shall we?” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Eagerness was made apparent.[/SIZE]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Charlie
Location: Gall City
Post: Five

Thankfully, he had some friends with more business sense than he had. Marek Starchaser was the Foreman because he knew how to move people. He knew the right person for nearly every job and he wasn't afraid to say he didn't know how to do something. He pushed engineers into the right companies, worked with the right sales people and business folks. And he even chased down the right talent, even if they would end up working with other companies (He was looking at you, Sindy).

Nodding to the overzealous representative of Eridium. "Good, Burian. I trust you've prepped? I'll cover the politics and agreements, but the science behind it all, that's your realm." Marek nodded as he clapped the rep on the back and lead the group inside. They were escorted to the meeting room promptly.

The representing clients, Gall and Zhar representatives droned on for a piece about the state of power plants, roadways, education and healthcare. They knew these were things that the Union would help with. And the state was actually pretty terrible, even for a place that named a canyon after people who avoided paying shipping taxes. Marek took the signal from the end of their spiel to stand up. "Representatives of Gall and Zhar. We've been doing our research as well, in order to see what the state is here and how we can best him. As I am merely a facilitator of the Techno Union, I'll let my representatives from Eridium speak, as they are the subject experts." He nodded to Burian, hoping the over-eager intern was better than the ones Marek hired for his own office.

But damn were the ones he hired attractive. Should see casual margarita Mondays.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Taivas, Zhar system
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Post: 4/20

“I’m much more of a pragmatist, I suppose,” she answered, breaking her somewhat cold façade and finally smiling at the Sith Lord. “And does it make me shallow if I do long for power and wealth?” she asked him rhetorically. Without giving the Voice a chance to answer, Tmoxin tucked a stray hair behind her ear and leaned forward herself, asking him another question:

“But knowledge to what end, Carach?”

Knowledge and wisdom were all well and good, but if there was no end goal, no manipulation of that knowledge for your own gain, well what useful purpose did it serve? She supposed this was one of the main differences between them – Darth Carach was esoteric while the Hapan officer was much more interested in the practical application of intellect. It was how she ended up in a military environment for so many years.

But the Hapan’s mind wandered to her recent venture with Morpho Pharmacueticals and the mass production of bio-technology that would extend and reverse the aging process.

“What about immortality?" she asked him.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Taivas, Zhar System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][5/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Immortality.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was the one thing that almost every Sith Lord - directly or indirectly - strived for. To prolong their time on this physical plane, extend the time that was granted to them into the indefinite in an attempt to keep enjoying the pleasures of the flesh or perhaps… to avoid the consequences of their actions in the present.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But only a few in the past had actually been able to attain it, none of which Carach could name or at least none that the Voice was aware of. But today were different days, subscribe it to out of the box thing, an increase of strength or anything in between.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Immortality… didn’t seem that far away anymore.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ovmar had mastered the art of Transfer Essence, moving his essence from one clone to the other anytime that his then-current body expired. But eventually the Fringe Lord had realized what a toll that had taken to his… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]essence? soul? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Whichever it was, Transfer Essence had a price and that price was exacted upon your very being, unless you were strong enough in spirit to resist it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach had found a different way. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“How old would you say I am, miss Temi?” the Sith Lord simply asked in response to her own question, a disarming smile answering her own smile. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Burian on the other hand coughed once, before stepping up and pushing up his glasses again. The engineer was one of the best in his field, which did not necessarily equate to emotional intelligence, but you couldn’t really have all of it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Eridium Industrial has made an overview of the current state of the infrastructure.” he coughed softly, before continuing. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“It doesn’t really look all too good, gentlemen… miss.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Another awkward cough.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“We will need to reconstruct the spaceport, safety regulations and all that noise.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The engineer would keep on talking… and talking… and talking. At some point Marek might realize that if he didn’t cut in soon, that Burian would keep on talking until the ends of time.[/SIZE]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Charlie
Location: Gall City
Post: 5<N<7

Droning.

That was what these meetings were. They droned on and on and Marek found himself tired. He always did. This was why, with Bright Star, there was typically darts, or music, or billiards or dancers, or sometimes a combination and mix and match of all of the above. He listened to the points the engineer was making and gauging the reactions of the gathered. Listening and watching.

When it was clear that the opinion of the Zhar and Gall representatives were that the Techno Union knew their chit, the Foreman gave a nod to Rurian, cutting him off. "So, that is a section of our proposal, we will have the full work up sent to your engineers. We welcome you to bring your own teams to oversee, but we will be taking point." Because they would be silly to not approach this.

Additionally, Marek had one more point to bring in. "In addition to the infrastructure, we can drum up activity and imports of tourism to the moon here with the use of Bright Star Entertainment. We have already talent scouted the area, and creating jobs for paragliding, desert tours, and creating a pod race track on the world, will help bring the quality of life up. That is in addition to several smaller casino resorts within the Zhar system. Another piece that will be constructed by Eridium."

The one thing he wasn't going to bring up was that part of the package of Techno Union infrastructure rescue was that the Obsidian Order would be constructing another branch here, to unite the world to the full Union.

He gave a few moments for discussion and questions to start rolling in.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Taivas, Zhar system
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Post: 5/20

Tmoxin suppressed a little laughter when asked to guess the Sith Lord's age. It was a rather odd question and she had the sense that Darth Carach was trying to prove some kind of point. She knew that certain near-human races could live much longer than humans or Hapans, but the ex-officer had guessed he was a human male, or perhaps Lorrdian or Epicanthix based on his height, his darker complexion and broad shoulders.

But she knew that immortality was something many Sith and Jedi alike strived for. Some through history had achieved it. But to Tmoxin, she reasoned that a quest for physical immortality would have some visible, mostly negative effects on the Sith Lord if indeed he had achieved some level of everlasting life.

“You appear to be in your thirties,” she said carefully. “But I do not know if you really are.”

And he had achieved some level of immortality, she was quite curious about how and why.

“Am I right?” she asked.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: B - Wampa Hunting
Company: [member="Prime"] | [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] | [member="Sobek"]
Location: Smuggler's Canyon - North Entrance
Posts: [02/20]

Sobek was present. Adekos knew this before they even landed, because the Suarton's stench was so overwhelming that it traveled through the gulf of space, through the atmosphere, and still found its way through the filters of Adekos' mask. And upon arrival it continued to brutally assault the Umbaran's delicate sense of smell, just as it had done in the past. Hion had a nasty habit of assigning Sobek to aid him in various tasks despite the inordinate amount of complaint letters Adekos filed with Darkwater. Then again, given that Herglic's sense of humor, those complaint letters were probably why Adekos always found himself in close proximity to the Saurton.

Well, there were ways around this. Probably. "Join up with the Hydra War Droid over there. They'll be taking the high ground and clearing out any caves."

Prime was a much better candidate to get along with Sobek. Prime had no sense of smell. The Cliff Wampas and the Yuuzhan-Vong squatting around these parts were already bound to have a horrendous odor. No need to have Sobek's breath to deal with as well. As he finished relaying these orders, the Aerin woman he wanted to meet came stomping over. Organics, apparently, were out of her depth. And she wanted an adequate reason to pay mind to what he had to say. Or something. He really wasn't sure what mysterious reason she thought he had called her over for.

"An interesting request. Fair enough. We can talk about it while we cull the local Cliff Wampas, yes?"

The Umbaran's right arm, a cybernetic replacement, began to morph itself into disruptor mode. There had been enough exercises with this thing. It was time to properly test it out.

 

[Freanne]

Location: Ground
Objective: Supply Depot
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Vong
[2/20]

After speaking to major, her and her platoon moved on. This was incase the vong came searching for them, after the radio transmission. They moved near the edge of the cover, they were trying to get within a thousand meters of the vong. This was so when major tanks arrived, in the pursuing battle her troops could begin opening fire on them all. They would be in cover, and the recon armour would make them harder to spot. This was going to be fun, after all what was a day without destroying vong vermin.

She and her team moved to edge of the woods, and started top find vantage points. The only issue would be they have relay on the own skills, as they could not communicate with each other, whilst wearing the suit. This was the disadvantage of shadow silk, it reduce even verbal communication. They all new they had lay in weight for the major and tanks, before anyone fired a shot.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Gall
Objective: Alpha
Allies: [member="Raziel"]
[3/20]

The sound of metallic footsteps echoed down the long corridor as the small group moved forward. Orick had sent three droids ahead a bit to scout and to spring any traps that may lay in wait. Eight of the other nine droids were marching along behind him in perfect step behind him. the last droid was a couple meters behind the formation walking backwards, covering their backside just in case something went wrong.

The filters in his helmet assured that the air he was breathing was clean, but it couldn't scrub out the stale taste that the air held. His HUD was receiving all of the data from both the front droids and the one in the rear. So far the only thing any of them had found was scuff marks on the floor from something that may have happened hundreds of years ago. Orick wondered if this was going to be a wild nexu chase and he was going to come away empty handed.

As soon as that thought entered his mind the droids in the front stopped. He motioned for the rest of the group to stop as he moved forward to see what had changed. Ahead maybe 5 meters was a small door. It was an old sliding durasteel door and it was only half closed. He pushed past the droids and approached the door carefully, his rifle at the ready. As he approached he noticed that the room on the other side of the door was massive. His helmet had very little light to use to amplify his view of the room, but he saw enough to know that it was hundreds of meters long and filled with a scattering of crated and drums. It was most likely a large storage room for something or another.

He pushed at the door and it moved just enough so that he could move the droids into the room. One by one the droids entered the room and he set them apart along the wall and stepped forward, " Move forward slowly and alert me if anything, I mean anything seems out of place." He turned to look at all of the droids as they rattled off their acknowledgement. He nodded and the droids moved forward in line, each one moving slowly as they checked each box that they encountered

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: Supply Depot
Allies: [member="Freanne"]
Enemies: Vong
[3/20]

Slowly but surely the thunderous stomps of the Mythosaur brought us to extreme range with its primary cannons. “Open Comm Channel, officer.” I told the communications officer, broadcasting a message to all open recievers. Once he nodded that the line was open I began speaking, “To all Techno Union Military assets. Clear the supply depot. Repeat clear the supply depot. Shelling commencing of its perimeter defenses.” It was a simple order. More a very wise suggestion. The channel closed and I turned my attention to the fire control officer. “Are we at fifteen thousand meters?” I asked.

He nodded. “Fire the main gun.” An earthshattering boom erupted from the weapon, shaking the walker even as it continued to move forward. A plume of smoke, fire, and dirt went up from near the supply depot. “Airburst on target, shift two degrees.” It was minor details coming from the gun commander. Seconds later, another shot. Every twenty seconds it would fire until we closed into range with our other weapons at five kilometers.

 

[Prime]

Objective: Eliminate Runtimes
Location: Caves
Allies: [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] [member="Sobek"] [member="Adekos"]
Post: 6


Prime wished it had emotions. Prime wished it could take joy in the slaughter of the Yuuzhan Vong. Prime did enjoy it, in that its programming seemed to always side with any sort of chaotic destruction of life forms. Not calling them meatbags, just organics. And the ugly ones. The unit had been programmed with some of Marek Starchaser’s preferences to allow the unit to understand what to not kill. Namely shapely blondes or green skinned Twi’leks, and certain beings of at least a dozen species.

There were Force users around, and Prime understood that they were able to hack the source code of the world. Prime was designed to understand the source code and find loopholes in it, so long as it destroyed enemy runtimes. Right now more data was streaming over the unit, and the other HWDs that were commanding Hegemonic Automaton droids that were armed with BlasTech weaponry and delivered via Aratech, Santhe and Haor Chall shuttles. The best was that Eridium Industries and Arceneau Trade Company were all going to be working in unison to help develop this world. Was that enough of a commercial break?

Back to the action.

The new order? Clear tunnels. That was where the cave Wampas were. Caves.

The vanguard units walked into the first cave. Weapons up, heat sensors activated. Ready to destroy Vong. Prime would effectively clear tunnels and Cave Wampas until something interesting came up, or post 15 for the writer showed up, in which case it would be time to take it to the Vong.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Gall
Objective: Alpha
Allies: [member="Raziel"]
[4/20]


The droids had been searching the room for almost an hour in a perfect grid search pattern and the only thing he had to show for it was hundred year old rations and broken crates. Whoever had vandalized this room in the past had known what to take, everything that could conceivably be worth money was gone. The rations had a shelf life of up to 10 years and he had to wonder at how bad they would be if he opened one. He shook his head and sat on one of the crates. The room was a bust and he didn't want to get discouraged by it, but he was hoping for something that would at least lead him to a better score.

" Fan out, search along the walls for the next door. This isn't the only room to this place." He said to the droids, not content to give up his prize so easily. he sat back and took a deep breath, he really wanted to pull his helmet off and relax, but he didn't trust the environment enough yet to do that. One of the droids sent back a ping and he stood quickly. There on the far wall, one of the droids had found another door. As he approached he could see that this one had been blown open from the other side by something large and violent.

Orick crouched and examined the fragments of jagged metal along the door frame. whatever had blown the doors open had been fancy stuff, military grade if he had to guess. He had no idea how long ago the blast had occurred, but the metal held the same temperature as everything else in the room. He motioned for the droids to continue through the blown out door, and he took a step back. He was more than willing to let the droids draw anything that may lurk on the other side of those doors out into the open before he engaged it.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Gall
Objective: Alpha
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"] [member=Azrael]
Post: [1/20]

The newly appointed Chief of Security of the Techno Union had his duraplast boots on the surface of Gall. Very awkward to walk amongst those he once fought for again in this operation. However, very recently he had aided the Techno Union to an old planet they had in their fold that was lost thanks to the madness of Akala who was once thought to have her corpse be consumed by indefinite time as well the reckoning she had caused long ago on the planet of Mandalore which won her quite a reputation to be written in the textbooks of history. And thanks to his service to the wary faction he was personally given the rank and occupation as Chief of Security by the foreman, [member=Marek Starchaser]. A long remembered man that was once an ally before his desertion to be found as the leader of this capitalist faction. But the most important thing on that day of glory was redeeming himself from the acts he and be welcomed back to the ranks he first fought.

Inside the cave following and tracing the footsteps of Techno Union units that had probably beaten him to the RNSA he could see the shape of a door entrance across from him knowing it had been breached and entered by someone or something. Without hesitation he began to his short trek of the cave to reach what his primarily focus was. This is it, remembering from the reports of the probe droids that were sent out to find anything interesting that could be a problem or an advantage for the the force being sent out to claim this territory. And the only footsteps that could be heard were only his echoing throughout the cave. Was it tactical to go out alone in unknown tides? Maybe, but he never expected much of useless droids, for he preferred to be accompany by his own kind. A DC-17M interchangeable weapon was aimed and ready to send blaster bolts at anything suspicious.

He had now entered the domain of the RNSA that stood as a ruin of the ancient Galactic Empire. Nothing but ancient,outdated technology that was inferior to the ones the Galaxy could access now these days. He doubted that the security system was certainly disabled just because of how much time this forgotten place was untouched and unused in centuries. Them again, they were personal thoughts and opinions, and there wasn't one time he went alone without a gun on his side. A light attached to the side of his head turned to life providing a light in this dark place for the Chief. No words came to him as walked the corridors, guided by his HUD.

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective D: Housekeeping
Location: Taivas, Zhar System
Post Count: 1/20

Many years ago, during the reign of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, contact was made with the inhabitants of a seemingly deserted world. This planet, characterized by the ruins of fallen ships, had become a sanctuary hidden away: a far-flung refuge for members of the Jedi Order. During their initial encounter, peace was established between the Confederacy and these refugees. The nation recognized this ground to be a haven for Jedi disgruntled by the corruption of the Galaxy...yet times had unfortunately changed. The fall of the Confederacy and the rampage of Akala had seen a new source of refugee enter the world of Taivas:

Remnants of the Templar Order.

Once the loyal defenders of the Confederacy, this cell of force-wielders went rogue following "The Fall." Many simply fell in with the new, "Systems' Authority" regime...while others decided to take what did not belong to them. In the chaos of the modern era, these Templars had decided to oust the Jedi who had peacefully called Taivas home; declaring themselves sovereign over the Sanctum. However, this would simply not fly, not while the Techno Union had anything to say about it. As such, whilst the operations within the system commenced, the Dar'manda known as Dagora-Kel assembled a small force to deal with the rogue cell.

Perhaps some would listen to the former Marshal of the Order. If not, they would die where they stood. Peace would be returned to Taivas, as would the agreement of old.

In but an instant, hyperspace was disturbed by the manifestation of a single vessel: the SDS Eminance. There was not much resistance estimated in the air, so a single destroyer would do the job quite nicely. However, there awaited one helluva fight on the ground. Standing in the midst of the hangar, the Dar'manda awaited the arrival of others who would join him in the journey to the surface. He hoped they were ready to dive into Hell, feet first.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]
@Anyone Else

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Taivas, Zhar System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][6/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Makes a girl blush, miss Temi.” the Sith Lord would smoothly reply with a grin.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But she was [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]very[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] far off, depending on how you would count a man’s age of course. There were many a thing that Carach could say, many a thing to explain and count towards his age. Would one count the collective years of entities like Velok, Je’gan and the Dark Lord?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Would one count the years of Ordo and Ovmar? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Or would one settle on the years that Carach became a superstructure of all those various shards and truly became his own [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]man?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In the end Carach settled for the last one, he leaned in, cheek brushing her skin and the Sith Lord would whisper something in her ear. The true age was a thing of sensitivity, one does not simply speak of it outloud.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It would embarrass people.[/SIZE]

 

[Freanne]

Location: Ground
Objective: Supply Depot
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Vong
[3/20]

The shells began to rain down on the vong, they scrambled to their own artillery batteries. This was the time to begin sniping at them, her troops opened fire on them. They targeted lone vong soldiers, as then they would not draw as much attention to them by doing this. They kept their selective targeting plan, the enemy was too busy to see them. Though occasionally a vong troops did look for them, then got shot. Sooner or later though they would realise there was other coming at them from somewhere other than shells raining down on them.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Taivas, Zhar system
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Post: 6/20

Ah, so he must be much older, having thirsted for immortality and captured it in some form of another, she thought after he replied. One would not be able to tell. The Sith Lord’s amber eyes were not bloodshot and sunken, his skin was not leathery, sallow or drained of essence. Yet even if he were much, much older than he appeared, she was well aware since her brother was a bio-engineer, just how much surgery and regenerative cell treatments could eliminate age, imperfections… life’s wear and tear.

Tmoxin frowned when Darth Carach moved into her personal space and she recoiled slightly. Since she had been the target of his wrath at one point, the Hapan officer still didn’t completely trust that he wouldn't try to hurt her in some way. Her eyes flashed angrily at him, telling him all he needed to know about his close proximity. She indulged him just enough to listen to his words, and then she moved herself back in the chair so she was far out of his reach.

“Carach,” she said, calmly. “It’s miraculous you remain so unscathed from the ravages of time. But there will be plenty of time to talk about your skin care regime later. I have a favor to ask you.”

She looked out of the large view screen again as Taivus loomed closer. They had about twenty minutes to go before the ship would break through the atmosphere and making their landing.

“My yacht is still presumably somewhere on Annaxes. Is it possible to get the Sovereign Butterfly II out of the Imperial impound station and sent to Kamino? That is assuming it wasn’t destroyed or sold off.”

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Taivas, Zhar System
Objective: D, Housekeeping
Post Count: 2/20

According to what Intel had been gathered prior to the operation, the rogue cell of Templars had formerly attempted to claim the Hidden Temple of the Jedi as their own. The resulting clash between their forces and the refugees weakened both parties considerably, and Dagora sincerely doubted that anyone resided on the Temple grounds presently. What was also striking was the Templar's choice to erect their own Sanctum: a monument to their old ways. Here, they took refuge and hoped to lick their wounds...

But little did they know that battle was coming upon them.

Turning, the Dar'manda faced the vessels that were mustered in the hangar. Most consisted of dropships and Aquila Starfighters; and all were ready to move at his command. With a light pep in his step, Dagora made his way over to the nearest dropship and sat within. The signal to start the operation was given, engines roared, and a horde of vessels surged forth for the world below. Entry through the atmosphere was swift, and before long the task force was rewarded with a view that raised Dagora's eyebrows.

The Templars had holed themselves in...what looked like a maze of derelict and crashed starships. Engaging them from the air was not going to be easy; and a ground fight would hand them the home field advantage.

"Clever, clever." Dagora remarked, before addressing the pilot. "Send the droids down. We'll circle from the air and await signs of contact. When that happens, we'll light up the area and try to keep them closed in with air support." Hopefully this tactic would work, as relying upon cannons and bombs to prevent retreat sounded excellent on paper. However, these were rogue and desperate Templars...Force knew what they were capable of these days.

By Dagora's command did a portion of the dropships break away and land in a space between fallen vessels. It took a few moments for the automated soldiers to disembark and ready up, but once mustered they made their way off into the labyrinth with haste. All the while, the Dar'manda kept his eyes on the radar...the anticipation was killing him.