Public In the Doghouse

[Ignatius]

U M B A R A
Capitol City

Walking through the streets of the capitol, the darkened planet held in such a way due to the lack of light from the star. The perfect place to start something. The perfect place to really get people riled up about my favorite kind of fun. Face obscured by a hood, as I walked through the streets, heading to my destination. A child ran into me. They had not been looking. The sorry from their squeaky voice came to my ears, but their face and voice changed as soon as they saw my face from under the hood. One of horrific, and frightful. Seeing someone who had burn marks all over their body. Parts of their skin removed to barely be considered the protective layer over the musculature system.

"Go about your day child. Go home and stay home."

Nodding their head, they left. Leaving me to my peace among the rain of the planet. Looking up, the specks of water hitting my face. Pleasant, soft. Warming. It had been forever since I could last feel rain this soft on my face. Last time that happened, was when I had Sahna by my side. The woman who I valued above all else. And my child. Oh how I would wish to go back to the days of a Je'daii. The times when I could just stay at home, taking care of my wife, having the venture of being a father. However, that was not the way the world turned.

Now, I sought the destruction of everything. The Anarchy, the Nihilism. I knew what I wanted to do. Turning around the corner, I made my way into a shop. Looking around, the creatures in kennels were making their various barks, mews, and sounds. A lady at the counter showed up and welcomed me. Asking what I needed. In that moment, a smile came to my face. My hands igniting with a flame before setting the place into a roaring blaze.

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A few moments later, I stood outside the Rescue animal shelter. Watching as it was burning with red and blue flames. The structure of the building was being tested. Their lives were now forfeit to the force. Pulling up the hood upon my head, the rain bearing down on me, now not feeling as soft. Not relaxing. No memories of my past. It was harsh, powerful and impactful. Dangerous even. The flames reached skyward as I flicked a wrist. Letting the flames jump from building to building. Setting everything I could into a blaze.

Watching as others ran from the flames, and the destruction, even calls of a fire suppression department were attempting to get close to the flames. Attempting to end this. Yet as their vessels came close, the air around them stopped. Dropping them from the sky, their motors bursting apart by altering the electrical current, or setting their own vehicles a blaze.

This city, would be my playground.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Being a jedi shadow wasn't usually personal. The jedi send you out to deal with a rogue sith, you deal with the problem, you go home.

This one was.

As the Skytiger came down, Jonyna could see it. The death of animals. To a Cathar, nature was sacred.

And she could feel it. The one who had done this was...familiar. Without a thought, Jonyna reached out through the Force, and extiugished the flames engulfing the building.

"You're not winning any points buddy." She said as she approached. "So how 'bout we keep this brief and you draw your sword." Her voice was curt, the playful nature gone in favor of a rather unimpressed tone.

TaG: Ignatius

 

[Oz Neru]

Oz could find it in himself to adore the umbarans. At least to a certain degree. Their society and culture was in many ways more Sith than the actual Sith. A population seemingly predisposed to manipulation and advanced political maneuvering. Where the social advancement of one’s self and family was all that mattered. A caste system with a surprising amount of mobility. It could be seen as the best of both worlds.

The Pantoran had wormed his way into the Rootai, the planet’s ruling aristocracy. Using his telepathic gifts to sell himself to those in power as a miracle worker and a powerful political asset to those Oz viewed as worthy of his aid. The Rouge Sith having lied and gaslit his way into their good graces. But he was little more than a potent snake oil salesman. Creating problems that only he could solve.

He was here partly just for his own amusement and to see if it was worth acquiring some of their rare and advanced technology for himself. He knew that whenever he was done with this world he would simply leave, and scrub away the memory of his time here. Making it seem as if he’d never existed to this people.

But there was chaos in the capital this evening, or was it morning? It was hard to tell since the planet was stuck in a perpetual bioluminescent twilight. A dangerous fire had been unleashed. The attempts to fight it kept being miraculously thwarted by supernatural means. Someone had to be responsible for it, and he doubted it was a Jedi. Arsonry wasn’t really in their playbook.

Oz viewed this as a wrench in his plans. He couldn’t yet tell if he could use such a disaster to his advantage. The natural rain was the only counter to the supernatural inferno spreading further.

The Pantoran Sith approached the seen, the grateful and calm energy he carried himself contrasting with the chaos and panic that surrounded the catastrophe. He casually held up one of his index fingers, towards the rain. Conjuring a small invisible shield from the downpour over his head. The falling droplets of water sliding off it and away from him like an umbrella. There he saw the hooded suspect. As well as a feline adversary.

Rather quickly The Blue man began to theory craft about what was actually going on. His mind forming the narrative that the fire had to have been the result of some desperate battle between the two of them. The only thing he wasn't sure about was if one of them may have been a Jedi Shadow sent here to take the head the hooded individual or himself. Maybe both if someone had caught wind of his activities here. One thing was clear to Oz however, he wasn't the only one here on Umbara like he'd thought, or eve the Ghost Nebula. He had been unknowingly sharing this shadowy playground with others. Dreadful...

Ignatius | Jonyna Si ​

 

[Dezorath Barcu]

A few moments later, I stood outside the Rescue animal shelter. Watching as it was burning with red and blue flames. The structure of the building was being tested. Their lives were now forfeit to the force. Pulling up the hood upon my head, the rain bearing down on me, now not feeling as soft. Not relaxing. No memories of my past. It was harsh, powerful and impactful. Dangerous even. The flames reached skyward as I flicked a wrist. Letting the flames jump from building to building. Setting everything I could into a blaze.

Watching as others ran from the flames, and the destruction, even calls of a fire suppression department were attempting to get close to the flames. Attempting to end this. Yet as their vessels came close, the air around them stopped. Dropping them from the sky, their motors bursting apart by altering the electrical current, or setting their own vehicles a blaze.

This city, would be my playground.

Umbara was a bizarre and splendid world to behold. A planet with no sunlight that directly touched and still life flourished here as it did. From the culture and people groups to the local fauna and bioluminescent flora, So much beauty. Being freed from the Dark Empire had forced my mental facilities to adjust to life in the galaxy as most knew it. The ordinary and mundane. This was not to be pushed away for fear, not by the likes of me. I traveled when I could and did it often. As a wanted man, I did not have the luxury of time. Even being a Gen'dai, I knew eventually I would meet my match. I was untrained, and though the blood of one of the most powerful Sith Lords flowed in my veins, there was little I wanted to do with that part of me.

It was a curse that allowed my father to die, and because of that, I had sworn not to see my powers grow any further than they already had. And honestly, this was an area that I had little control over. Parts of myself urged for release and manifested in ways that eluded me. Primarily, my compassionate nature. So when I smelled and saw the burning building in the distance, I did my part to assist the locals. Putting out the fire was not my job, but helping those trapped inside was something I could do just fine.

And so the armored Gen'dai's figure lumbered back and forth midst a burning building to aid and assist those who were injured, unconscious, and dying. Inside and back out. Back out, and then inside again. Each time bringing out a loved one or corpse of a loved one for the crowds to do with as they would. The rain drenched his attire, and the contrast of heat and cold on his nerve-muscle-bound form was rather soothing. No, the burned may have thought the same, but Dezorath could not be too sure. Gen'dai experienced many things differently, but the one thing that remained the same was injustice.

"You're not winning any points buddy." She said as she approached. "So how 'bout we keep this brief and you draw your sword." Her voice was curt, the playful nature gone in favor of a rather unimpressed tone.

Dezorath approached the scene of two individuals in the rain. With no semblance of what was going on, he tilted his head and took the time to observe who and what was in front of him. A Jedi? Addressing someone like this? Odd. He could sense the force from the two figures. The cathar and the hooded man? But that was where Dezorah's force abilities hit their limit. To push myself any further would be like grasping straws. "Do you intend on taking a life?" Dez asked and raised both hands to show open palms. Not that he needed to, but more to reassure that he intended no harm or interference. He gazed at the Cathar, awaiting a response.

Tags: Jonyna Si Oz Neru Ignatius

 

[Xun of Throne]

"Director Xun, are you on the line?"

"Speaking," a high, cold voice from a reedy Falleen, attention split between the holocall and the tablet on his desk. He scrolled through reams of quarterly data on pipeline projections and profit margins.

"This is Dr. Thoth, from the Umbaran lab?"

"What Umbaran lab?"

"Our uh, animal testing facility."

"Ah, yes. Continue."

"We have a problem. Apparent Force terrorist activity. The topside structure is on fire, we've sealed the underground chambers. Damage assessment is currently in progress."

Xun set the datapad down carefully. "I see."

"Should I order an evacuation?"

"I take it this is one of our industry's bleeding-edge labs?"

"Yes."

"Mm. Let's not expose the shareholders to unnecessary risk. I'll make some calls. Stay where you are."

Xun hung up, then dialed another number.

"This is Xun. I need a Silver Shield Group response team to Umbara in the next five minutes."

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Xun of Throne | Ignatius | Jonyna Si | Dezorath Barcu

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Oceiros of Shor walked out of the burning building. He had not been in there before or ever, but out he walked out of it anyway - untouched by the flames and unbothered by the heat. He saw Ignatius standing around and the Jedi staring him down and just sort of wrinkled his nose, then kept walking the other way. Down the sidewalk, casual but brisk, like he was late for a meeting.​

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Whole place smelled like a bad soap opera. Rainwater and burning critters. What a joke. This was about the lamest stunt he'd ever heard of, and there were shitheels wandering the galaxy who capitalized their pronouns.​

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There was a neat little rail pistol in the side holster under his coat, but he didn't go for it. Silver Shield Group operating standards were very strict: if there was a Jedi involved, can't interfere. Them's the rules. And this Jedi was a cathar, too! Wow! Probably sad to see all her distant relatives were now kicking around the great litterbox in the sky.​

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He sniffled and pressed a finger to the comlink in his ear. "Tell the boss there's a JK already on the scene." Crazy how those guys were everywhere at once. Oceiros could also be everywhere at once, but he had to go to a super secret summer camp before he learned how.​

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A pause while he listened to the reply. He glanced over his shoulder at the confrontation.​

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"No, she looks like she'll fuck it up."​

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Another pause. Oceiros sighed. ​

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"Alright, I'll wait around."​

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So he picked a street corner, folded his arms, and waited around. Watching.​

 

[Sal Katarn]

A firrerreon man in an odd leather trenchcoat emerged around the street corner, took a long look at the scene, then posted up beside Oceiros real casual-like.

He fished a cigarra out from the folds of his coat, the movement revealing a body armor vest and a dangling holster with a mean looking slugthrower. The man held the roll up to brutally scarred lips. Strands of limp, greasy blonde hair hung over his face as he bowed his head to cover it with one hand from the rain, the other lighting it. Tendrils of smoke gently wafted from his mouth.

After a moment of sucking on the tabac, he nodded to the dark haired fella.

"'Ceiros," he said, voice the low rasp of sandpapered vocal chords. His eyes stayed fixed on the confrontation playing out in front o' them. "Been a while."

The patter of gentle droplets against the permacrete sidewalk.

"Smoke?" he asked from around the stogie, a second cigarra appearing in his hand.

Oceiros of Shor

 

[IMPERA]

I N_T H E_D O G H O U S E

DARK EMPIRE
UMBARA, EXPANSION REGION

LT-891​

While Dezeroth was performing heroics trying to save as much lives as possible within the burning building, what he would fail to notice was the Reconnaissance Drone observing him from afar, watching as he approached the Cathar Jedi who had moved forth to confront the perpetrator. While the Gen'dai thought himself as being free from the clutches of the Empire, the Empire had been carefully monitoring him, watching him and biding it's time for the perfect opportunity to reign in the traitor before he could seek out the Galactic Alliance and potentially reveal important military secrets to them. Now as he found himself on a neutral world far from Alliance territory, the Empire had found it's perfect opportunity to strike and deliver judgement to the rogue Gen'dai once and for all.

As Chaos engulfed the streets of Umbara below, a single Quandary-Class Surveillance Ship belonging to the Dark Empire was floating in orbit of the Shadow Planet, watching through the Reconnaissance Drone as the situation unfolded on the surface. On the bridge of the Surveillance Ship, LT-891 was carefully observing the live footage from the Drone showing the Gen'dai fugitive going in and out of the building in an act of heroism, scoffing at how the Gen'dai had rejected the Empire in service of the weak and unfortunate. "Do we have confirmation that this is the fugitive?" LT-891 asked. "Yes sir, we have analyzed the individual's profile and have reported a 99.3% match to that of the former Brigadier-General Dezeroth." one of the Imperial controllers answered.

"Very well then. Inform High Command that we have spotted the Imperial fugitive Dezeroth on Umbara and send word to the Hunters about our find." LT-891 ordered. "Yes sir." the Imperial controller answered before returning to their terminal in order to execute the senior controllers orders. Soon, Imperial High Command would be made aware of Dezeroth's presence on Umbara while the few select bounty hunters that had expressed their interest in the bounty on Dezeroth's head along with any other hunts located on the planet were also alerted about the presence of the target on Umbara.

Tags [Imperial Hunters] | Tibera Jessen | Zar Kevdac | Sal Katarn
Bounty on Dezeroth​

 

[Zar Kevdac]

Zar had actually already been on Umbara when the call came in that a bounty he'd earmarked was also in the vicinity. Having already gotten his first target, Zar shook the ashes from his overcoat and boots and made his way over to the location marked as the sighting, only to find complete and utter chaos. There was some kind of animal shelter was still faintly smouldering, a guy apparently made of scar tissue was standing out front, there was a Cather glaring him down, and smack in the middle was his target trying to mediate, apparently. Zar briefly considered whether he should lay off the salt or if he was in the midst of withdrawals. Making his way quietly around the edge of the scene, he joined a remarkably casual duo standing off to the side and spectating this spectacle.

"So is this where I get my ticket to join this kriff-show?" Zar droned as he snatched the salt vial from his neck, popping the top and slithering a small hit of the substance with his reptilian tongue. The mind-altering tingle cut his mounting headache off at the pass.

Ignatius Jonyna Si Oz Neru Dezorath Barcu Oceiros of Shor Sal Katarn

 

[Ignatius]

Admiring my work. However, it seemed that there was always some kind of Jedi to show up to these things. Why was it always this kind of situation where no matter what, a Jedi was there. Even if it was outside of the Alliance space. Sure it was barely outside, but my point stands. Also, it had to be this Cathar woman again? A Gen'dai walked out of the burning building. Attempts to rescue those who had been within. While I would have liked to stop him, there was the aspect of the Jedi and it was clear, others were coming. They saw the destrtuction, as well as how this Jedi was so blatantly here and prepared to fight me. I just shook my head and smiled. The sutures on my face barely holding it together.

"You got the wrong idea kitty. I didn't do this for you."

Turning to the Gen'dai. I shrugged.

"I'm just going about my day. And this Jedi wants to fight me."

I was drawing too much attention. Garnering so much that it seemed other forces were starting to show up. Onlookers and the bystander effect was taking place. Seeing what we would do next. Sure, the reasoning behind it was kind of moot now. Even if what was inside was not yet apparent.

"Of all the things you should be doing Cathar, it should be saving those screaming inside. Go save your cousins. Maybe discover something else underneath the rubble. Thats what you people do anyways. or are you just going to fight me and let more innocents die?"

I just haphazardly turned around, and walked away. The call of the fight for this Jedi made no interest to me. I had no value of what the Gen'dai, Jedi, or the other forces who started to show up were after. This wasn't completely wanton destruction. There was purpose beyond what the tunnel focused Jedi saw.

"Also, mind you, all of yas are in the spotlight. So unless you are an upstanding citizen, I recommend leaving."

Jonyna Si Zar Kevdac Oz Neru Dezorath Barcu Oceiros of Shor Sal Katarn IMPERA Xun of Throne