Public Iokath

[Alina Tremiru]

What is a world that is not a world?

Alina stared down at the artificial world of Iokath, her expression thin. Studying, for the most part. She'd never seen a world like this, built artificially around a sun of all things. It was a clever way to keep it powered, to say the least. From what little information she had been able to gleam was of a long dead civilization who's weapons had brought ruin to the world. Who's weapons inherited the world. Machines, poised as gods. It was beyond fascinating. And, well, the world had been lost to radiation.

Radiation that was now, finally, gone. A world of ancient, ruinous technology awaited below. She smiled warm, excited, almost, as she guided her ship down. She was going to make use of this world, and everything that it housed. Her shuttle touched down just outside one of the ruined facilities. Or, what she assumed had been at one point. Wear and tear had brought down the building, leaving behind rubble. No plants in sight, as it seemed the droids had sought to eliminate all life. Were there any machines left? Andy hardware further down? That was more likely. Without anything to naturally deteriorate things, there had to be. Step by step she made her way through the ruins, idly waving a hand to scatter rubble in the search for a staircase to the lower levels.

The Sangnir paused as she found it, and smiled wide and warm. Excited. This was only the beginning.

 

[Ulric Vong Leichstein]

TAG: Alina Tremiru

The Elemental (pic) descended upon the abomination of the artificial. The squid like ship set down and the peridot greeb light dropped the Warrior in red, he ignited his blood stained kyber and approached two machines standing at attention and swept the saber through it, shattering the metallic vessels with its circuits:

He then began to cut down more of the artificial taint, tearing through great pipes, and slashing down anything that had no organics, which was pratucally everything in his wake, He chanted,
“Yun'o! Yun'o! (great ones)”

He swept the crossguard blade around his body as he chopped down the leg of a some sort of walker that fell and crashed in a heap echoing loudly on the surface. The demolition was fueling in him a fever of zealotry as his tore apart technology, hoisting circuits of droids in his hand like intestines, and stomped on it with his boot before he saw a hidden staircase, his blade humming as he began to slowly take steps into the underworld. His fury was contained as he examined what hid in the shadows, his blade his only source of light when he came across a odd droid with jaws, in response he cut its head clean off, making a loud echo of the burning kyber as it severed the metal stain:

Sounds of Saber Echo

There was a sound of something stirring on this sacrilegious world. He began to walk down the hall looking at devils of the digital which he intended to fell once he found what was making the noise. Thusfar those he struck down gave no resistance, he wondered if there stasis was permenant or if they lay dormant with plans ro bring their defilements to other worlds? He would do everything in his power to stop them, his Vong faith demanded it…

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Mistress and Commission
Immediate Goals -
1: Investigate Iokath
2: Connect with Alina Tremiru

BLUFOR - N/A

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - OPEN COMMS || Alina Tremiru || Ulric Vong Leichstein

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Iokath, a world of the contemporary of the Eternal Alliance, the days of Valkorion, and the shared ancestor of Trayze Tear and Darth Malum. Once lost, now found after all this time, by the Sangnir Sith Lady Alina Trimiru - a former associate of the Tsis'kaar in another life. Why here, besides the history, and why specifically her?

Job opportunities.

Trayze Tesar has had quite enough of being a mere acolyte - it didn't fit with the powers he's acquired so far, for his homeworld, and for the ambitions he had for the rest of his life. With Lady Trimiru also seeking an apprentice, he figured that taking initiative would earn him some good press for those who would teach him the mysticism and the more political aspects of being a Sith.

Especially when an honest-to-Bogan thousand year old relic of a Yuuzhan Vong ship just... plowing through the surface. He stared through the bridge of the Conciliator, his astromech and protocol droid stared through the viewport along with him; the Tactical Droid attaches also looked between him and the organic entity wreaking havoc like an old kaiju film.
A deep breath, an exhale, and a pinching of his nose - Trayze relayed that only his personal shuttle would go to the surface of Iokath. Whoever was crazy enough to have a Vongtech ship was someone he didn't want to feed his droids to. While Xyrah was "more than happy to provide as many droids as it took to bring those who destroyed Panatha to justice", this wasn't a sufficient time to feed droids to a mad Sith.

High and above the metal clawed skies, a Sith shuttle arced through the ozone to seek one who would teach him, not merely a singular lesson, but a true tutelage.