Jewel of the Crown [ TSE Dominion of Dromund Kaas Hex ]

[Jairus Starvald]

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D R O M U N D K A A S​

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S I T H W O R L D S​

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Much has happened to Dromund Kaas across the decades.

Proud capital of the Sith Empire, ruined by the cowardice of some and the onslaught of the Mandalorians, falling in the hands of this nation and that. Slowly being rebuild by corporate interest, until it was conquered from the Silver Jedi by the Remnant Empire. Sadly they fell soon after and once more the Jedi crept forward. Trying to claim that which was not theirs to begin with. Kaas City defiant, but unable to shake the yoke of the Jedi alone.

One by one the other worlds of the Sith fell, until it was only Kaas the Jedi still held sway over.

At Mirial they were dealt a blow. Their aspirations of expansion shattered and soon after that their hegemony over the Tingel Arm went away too.

Dromund Kaas was free.

Now the Sith Empire returns to lay claim on the last of its heritage. To take the former capital of the Sith and complete the long campaign within the Sith Worlds.

OBJECTIVES

• A ) - The Silver Jedi Order released the slaves owned by the Sith on Dromund Kaas. They have formed communities centered around the Outpost Tempest. They don't have the training, but they have numbers, weapons and tenacity. They will not come easily. Destroy them.
• B ) - The Legion scouts have grown silent around the Dark Force Temple. Something is gathering there, something of power, none who have been send have returned. Find out what happened to the scouts and the Dark Force Temple. Take control of it.
• C ) - The shipyards over Dromund Kalakar are infested with pirates. The Dark Lord demands they are cleansed by any means necessary, so they can start producing for the Empire once more. Wipe them out.
• D ) - Drewwa, moon of Almania, is heavily industrialized and currently governed by a corporate meritocracy which has dominated Almanian politics for the past decade. Negotiate its joining into the fold of the Empire through diplomatic means, if possible.
• E ) - Bring Your Own Objective!

 

[Bo Lin]

Objective 1:

[member="Darth Saarai"]

Bo moved slowly over the landscape, his large green eyes alive with anticipation as he drew near a small clutch of beings not far from outpost tempest. On all fours like a wild animal he moved closer, chewing slowly on the last of a melon he had found. It was sweet.

He drew closer and could smell their sweat as they began continued up the trail. A scouting party it seemed. His huge muscles tensed beneath his thick layer of fur and fat as he prepared to attack. His breathing slowed as his huge paw closed around his shard powered great saber. The being inside the hilt wimpered in the force as Bo's anticipation built, and the begging began as his huge black thump moved to the activation switch.

The shard screamed in the force as Bo burst from the fledgling jungle and activated the blade. The first swing took two in it's huge arc and the last three were caught in the backswing. Bo turned off the saber and felt the shard do the equivalent of weeping in the force.

With the deed down the Pandyn slipped back into the jungle to slowly circle closer to the outpost.

 

["Pyrosis"]

Objective E/B: Find as many Holocrons on Dromund Kaas as possible. [member="Darth Saarai"]

The day was overcast by rain clouds, and Pyrosis was already despising it. He didn't like the idea of any fires that come up being put out by the rain...he just shuttered at the very thought of it. Although his training with Force Lightning was complete, and it was rather deadly under his use, He didn't know much else, outside what his new Master had taught him. He decided to take some of his training into his own hands, by excavating and locating as many Holocrons as possible, possibly in the Dark Force Temple.

The Temple itself has been abandoned for thousands of years, no Sith since the days of the Old Galactic Empire and of Darth Sidious had even set foot inside. Unto more recent disappearances, a group of Legion Scouts went missing there...whatever the hell those were, anyway. Many other Sith were tasked with finding the reason of their disappearance and to control it, but that was not the main reason Pyrosis was there.

If he found the other Scouts, or at least their corpses, He'd bring them back for a proper burial. But until that happened, He did not care at all unto what happened to them, and only cared for the hidden knowledge inside.

 

[Zef Halo]

OPERATION: ZARMA VA [translated from Sith as: RECONQUEST]
SITH WORLDS WAR THEATER
OUTPOST TEMPEST :: DROMUUND KAAS

For a couple of days now, the 42nd Airborne division had been pounding the military outpost aiming to wreck the entrenched slave rabble that had made Tempest their home after the Jedi had liberated them. Airstrikes and artillery seemed to be not enough to force the slaves to surrender and the damages of the outpost were already too costly for future restoration. Thus, rather than increasing the costs of restoring the outpost after clearing the rabble, High Command had seen that sending infantry inside would result in a cleaner and quicker end to the freed slaves.

One such infantry unit was Stiletto Company. They would be dropped with high velocity into the outpost from dropships while using repulsorpacks to land safely with the aim of evading casualties from anti-air arsenal.

:: Release! :: The command came and the vacuum sucked the 2nd platoon off. The inertial dampener layered armor and helmet saved them from blacking out as they were slingshot out of the ship in a burst of speed. The Airborne were trained for this, they wouldn't crash like humanoid rockets into the walls of the outpost.

No.

Confirmations of landings came from his squad leaders as Scipio decelerated drastically to land on one of the outpost's walls. Immediately after, fire erupted close to his position and the troopers returned fire while taking cover.

[member="Bo Lin"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVES:​ A ) - Destroy them.

​Orbital Scans showed that the majority of the camps were situated around Tempest. The largest camps were situated within a valley north of the Outposts entrance deep within its confines, however the freed slaves and now rebels had been training within the safe confines of the outposts forward entrance, using its defences to keep themselves safe. Furthermore, the Matador was aware that if their largest site was decimated; the smaller groups would all rally and make themselves easier to silence.

​Thus, this was the objective. The initial camp had a total of two-hundred rebels within its confines, the majority of which were Warriors or referred to as such. The Matador once more, was the TSE's first attacker; their disposable killing machine. He stood silent, a metal hand grasping a metal handle connected to the roof of a landing shuttle. Once more, his eyes studied the individual troopers within the shuttle. However, now he did not care to study their mannerisms, he did not intend on standing by their side.

​The shuttle landed with a vehement thud that shook the entire vessel. The black drop ship shuddered as blaster fire began to wrestle with its robust form, scorching its frame as he bay door opened, sliding its anchored locks out of place and slowly lowering to the ground; its gears releasing and dropping to the ground with a heavy thunk. The Matador launched forward, Oribuir igniting in a blaze of orange.

[member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Bo Lin"]​

 

[Elani Zambrano]

Objective B


A lone figure, cloaked in all black, approached the Dark Force Temple. It stood alone, gaze set on the temple. There was a slight breeze that disturbed the being's cloak. It reached up to it's hood and removed it, revealing the first child of Darth Carnifex, Elani Zambrano. Her cloak fell to the ground as she undid the clasps holding it to her shoulders. A strange creature was revealed from under her cloak. One that appeared to be a monkey. What was strange about it was that it was a monkey with a human skull for a head. It climbed up Elani's clothes and perched itself on her shoulder.

"Bobo. We're headed into the belly of the beast. Stick by me so I don't lose you, ok?" she said to the creature on her shoulder. It nodded in return. Elani walked towards the temple, unsure of what she'd run into but mentally prepared for whatever it might be. As she approached the entrance, she could feel some unforeseen force anticipating her. She looked up at the statues guarding the entrance. Their eyes glowed a vicious red as she approached. "Now, that cannot be good." she uttered. Bobo began screeching at the statues in an attempt to strike fear in them, but to no avail. SHe stood there, hoping one would come along to help her with her predicament or maybe an idea would come to her.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Kaas City, DK
Objective: Investigate.
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"]

For once the expansion of the Sith Empire was not marred in endless warfare and destruction.

Kaas City welcomed the Sith Empire as the Silver Jedi Order fled with its tail between its legs. Publicly anyway. Morgan was sure that plenty of Sith Lords were cursing their new Dark Lord in the same breath in secret as well as thanking him for their newfound freedom in public. There were would be little acts of rebellions, perhaps even an uprising or two by Sith that were more ambitious than smart, but in the end they'd fall in line.

They had no other option.

Not when the Empire was rising and rising, expanding at a rate that was astonishing. Every once in a while people assumed that it would break under its own weight, before it would expand more.

But the Imperial bureaucracy was strong and the Saaraishash kept order.

"Flagging the Rodian." Morgan mumbled from his prone position on the roof overlooking the safe-house they were watching. It was a complex, but that one had been going in and out of the building about six times now. Suspicious, but nothing conclusive. Just enough to push it up the chain of command. "Got anyone?" He didn't take his eye off the scope and the complex.

They had been investigating this smuggling ring for two weeks now.

Morgan could feel they were close to something.

If it hadn't been for the artifacts, the Sith might have let it go and focused on something else. But opportunists stealing and selling off their heritage, culture and source of power? The Silver Jedi Order might not have noticed, cared or pursuit it, but the Saaraishash was a different story entirely.

 

[Darth Bellum]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Du1wdeNqO8o​

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Location | Dromund Kaas Shipyards
Objective | Exterminate the pirate infestation | Objective C
Company | Legion Soldiers | Fang Droids | Akguza Guards

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Half a dozen shuttles laden with Legion troopers as well as a pair of Monolith Walkers had been deployed to the surface of Dromun Kaas. The Sith Knight, Kor Vexen had taken it upon himself to be the vanguard in clearing the once great city's shipyard of the pirate plague that had come to infest its hangars. A wing of Imperial Sith TIE Fighters flew in as escort, a number of pirate ships taking off to intercept the incoming transports. The transport ships began to spread and scatter as the TIE escort throttled forward to engage the haphazard welcoming party. Explosions and laser cannon fire filled the skies above the shipyard as the transports veered off in directions to encircle and surround the shipyard. Vexen had zero intention of letting any of those filthy pirate rats escape through his armored grasp and was fully set on exterminating every last one of them.

The shuttles would land as the http://starwarsrp.net/topic/117243-at-mtw-monolith-tse-walker/http://starwarsrp.net/topic/117243-at-mtw-monolith-tse-walker/Monolith walkers were deployed, their armaments already turning to the skies to begin targeting any pirate vessels in the air as rotary cannons powered up and flew skyward. Over two dozen Fang wardroids began their deployment from the underbelly of each of the walkers, the large heavily armored droids starting to move into defensive formations with their massive shields to serve as advancing cover to the Legion soldiers that began to disembark their shuttles and form up into squads. They would suffocate and strangulate the pirates that had turned the starport into their home.

The ramp of the final transport would lower as a pair of Akguza Guardsstepped out with their electrostaffs in hand followed by Kor Vexen and another two of the Akguza Guards taking up the rear. The armored Sith would gaze up at the skies of Dromund Kaas before returning his gaze to the starport. How many decades had it been since he last visited this once great city before it was tarnished by the wretched Silver Jedi? He did not know, but he was sure to purge everything and everyone who had made a mockery of the Sith Empire's once great city.

Saber ignited in hand he would wait for the rest of the transports to land as the Legion soldiers began to move into position, covering all points of entry and exit with blinding speed and efficiency. The time for reckoning and judgment was coming swiftly, and he would waste no time in delivering due punishment. A transport would be blasted out of the sky as the flaming ball of twisted metal came crashing down to impact the ground, though its destruction did not seem to phase the Sith Knight. His voice would be heard across all comms within the vicinity of the starport, " We shall purge these festering rodents and cleanse this shipyard. Restore this city and all that it holds to its former glory in the name of the Sith Empire! Do not let any of these trespassers live. Eliminate all of them without hesitation or mercy. "

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys was on the hunt of slaves, these slaves were rebelling the new Sith rule that was inevitable. Their resolved seem strong to some but Kilrys saw them as weak. He was going to ensure the Empire had no enemies when taking back the Sith world, the home of Empires long past. Still without a lightsaber, he had to use a vibrosword he took from the armoury. It was shorter and lighter than his own, which sadly lied broken and unusable back on Oricon. Kilrys swore to hunt down the woman who destroyed his family's only heirloom, one day, for now though it was turn for slaves to die.

His armour and clothing clung to his body as Kilrys moved through the Sith forces, his knuckles white as his grip on the sword intensified. He lead a small group of soldiers to the encampment, four or five of them heading towards the slaves. Kilrys deflected as many bolt shots that came his way as he could, the soldiers firing back as they made slow progress forward, constantly moving from cover to cover. Kilrys gritted his teeth, he wanted to slaughter them all now, if he had a lightsaber their deaths would be swift and easy in his mind. However, he decided to make it slow and painful, just like it felt right now for him.

Howling, Kilrys launched forward, moving with Force enhanced speed. Kilrys reached the encampment and sliced two slaves at their thighs then throats, blood spraying from their wounds. Grabbing a third, his proboscises curled out and inserted themselves into the nostrils of the slave. He began draining his victim of soup, groaning in pleasure as it happened. His hunger was being fed and now he would be stronger for it. Unfortunate for the slaves.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

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[Dante Sotari]

Location: Kaas City, DK
Objective: Investigate.
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"]

"Some runty little near human. Don't recognize him from before so I dunno if he's new or just in the wrong part...."

Dante blinked. Slowly her scope followed him, something familiar despite what she'd just said.

"Of..... town....."

Two weeks of surveillance. It was not Dante's forte. She didn't have the patience for this kind of thing. But when an order came down from the Inquisition, you karking followed that order. Never mind 'that's not my section', when they came knocking, everything became your section.

"Sending you a clip," she subvocalized, eyes darting across the HUD, blink, double blink, and it rode over their uplink to a screen in the corner of his feed.

"You seein' what I'm seeing?"

"Um. Besides a runty little near human?"

"Check out his gait, and tell me if I'm seein' things or if that particular skip-hop combo isn't damned familiar."

While he looked for it, she used her eyes to pull up another clip, then a second, then a third. Running through them, blink splice cut blink, double blink and they were sent over to him.

Three different people. Individuals they never saw again and had dismissed as part of the operation.

"Skip hop, ya lunatic," she breathed. "Skip hop."

It was the same person.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Kaas City, DK
Objective: Investigate.
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"]

It was a sophisticated operation, which is probably another reason why the Saaraishash was involved directly with this.

Different cells all across the city and with hints that there were more elsewhere. Different people, only a handful of them linked to other cells. Very decentralized. It made it a challenge to actually identify them all and that was a must for the Inquisition. Hit what you got and miss even a few? They would hunker down and disappear.

That wasn't an option here.

"Not sure, Dan, looks lik-" Morgan blinked and skipped back, before replaying the imagery Dante was sending him. Replay again. Again. Every time a different person, hell, even their height wasn't exactly a 1 on 1 type of deal.

But the gait... posture, way of walking, that was the same.

Over and over again.

It made Morgan think back to all the other places they had staked out. They had been able to identify a few couriers with access to a handful of other cells. But nothing comprehensive.

This guy? "This changes everything." He had been at every single site they had checked out. "We need to get our hands on him."

Easier said than done.

Especially considering this particular place apparently had a way in and out not covered by the exterior angles. It was becoming clear they would have to actually go in, if they wanted to stand a chance of getting this guy.

"Call it in, yeah?" Morgan finally said while starting to put the scope away.

 

[Ambroys de Saintraille]

Location | Dromund Kaas Shipyards
Objective | Exterminate the pirate infestation | Objective C
Company | Legion Soldiers | Fang Droids | Akguza Guards | [member="Kor Vexen"]

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Alongside the transport vessels that filled the sky with Sith Empire troops and deployed Monolith walkers, another figure exited into the Shipyard that the force had deployed to with the intent to reclaim them for the glory of the Sith Empire. Whilst the armored figures ready for combat disembarked and spread out to begin their particular objectives, this figure was elegantly dressed with his head held high as if he owned the place. He didn't, though his yellow eyes peered around at the scene of troops deploying and sealing off all exits so that none of the pirates could escape. More so, the announcement that their doom had already arrived sounded out as the walkers opened up on the fleeing vessel, turning it to slag which quickly fell back to the earth as quickly as it had tried to leave into orbit and escape their doom. Many a year ago, he had known that the galaxy was full of lower class undesirables that ran amok for their own selfish gains. He thought the Gulag plague would have at least created some form of order, stopped such petty crime from being an issue but alas, that was not the case; he was disappointed and that alone was reason to make anyone on the receiving end of his actions tremble with butterflies in their stomachs, quite literally at that.

A grin was placed upon the regal figure's face, that eccentric look in his eyes only reinforcing the sheer difference between him and the various other Sith Empire forces that moved about the place. Of course, seeing the sheer stack up against them, many of the Pirates appeared to be very hesitant about starting a fight, being caught with their pants down and not expecting the Sith to rush in and pin them against the wall as quickly as they had. The large groups of pirates had fallen silent as they waited... And waited. As Kor Vexen had his troops begin their work of undoubtedly exterminating and evicting the miscreants from their undeserving home, the tap of a cane with the man's stride signified that he moved among the troops without harassment. He reveled in it all, the sense of doom and desperation that wafted through the star-port like body odor, the sound of snorting came from his nose like one expected one to make whilst taking drugs and a widened grin caught glances and stares from trooper and soon-to-be dead pirate alike as he found himself in one particular room, left untouched by the creeping hands of the Sith.

Pirates aimed at the figure as he'd tap his cane and give a bow, still retaining that very same grin of revelation; "Welcome! Yes, welcome friends! Before stands you the end of days... Your end of days, I mean. I admit, you've done a very nice job with the place. Very cozy, very... Piratey, yes. Fitting ends for fitting pirates, I dare say. Now! How do you wish to go, swiftly? Or..."

One of the pirates fired his blaster pistol towards the figure, only to find that he had merely raised his hand and absorbed the bolt as if it were nothing. Pirates, being pirates naturally, were not used to this sort of thing. After all, their petty minds performed petty crimes and rarely did that involve them witnessing a figure that could simply wave the blaster bolt off as if it were a fly, with his hand no less. Regardless, this action stirred something within the elegant figure yet it was not violence, more so amusement at their futile attempts to try and strike down the figure with such contrast as the rest of the Sith that moved above the star-port. His actions then were only fitting off such contrast. Death for an attempt on his life? No, that would be too simple and final. He had something else in mind, something far more sinister.

It didn't take him much effort though in the time since the blaster bolt rang out within that isolated room to the figure leaving, the room was soon replaced with sobbing, screaming and the cries of those that had their minds shattered. Sure, the Sith would probably put them out of their misery shortly on their discovery but it mattered very little to the figure. His justice had been served, his personal amusement taken care of but that was not the last of it. After all, there was plenty of Pirates still left to toy with and be brought into the Court; willingly or not. The Court of Saintraille and the Count at that cared very little if they were willing or unwilling to be dragged into his realm and have all sense of logic and reason stripped from their minds, they were rats made for running through the tunnels. Cheese? Perhaps, perhaps the reward for the Sith for such a fine job. If they didn't like it then today was likely going to be a day of dread.

Walking alongside Kor after returning to his side, cane in full stride as ever and even a gleeful skip to his step, the figure continued to watch the proceedings. The Count of Mania walked among the common folk for the first time in hundreds of years.

[member="Kor Vexen"]

 

[Alexandria Zambrano]

OBJECTIVE B
[member="Elani Zambrano"]

A dark shroud enveloped the Sith Lord as she paced silently behind her ally, xenthous eyes trained upon the maw of the Dark Force Temple, and like a moth to a flame she was drawn to the Darkness. A muted sense of apprehension began to rear its ugly head within her gut, tingling like a thousand bugs dancing within the gloomy confines of her digestive tract.

Alexandria clad in an ebon cloak, her hood hanging heavily over her brow so that only her burning eyes would shine from the darkness, and allow her to melt into darkness with little effort. She was tall, taller than the average woman with semi-obscured blonde locks which cascaded from her head to the small of her back, which held in place a silver tiara on the top of her cranium. Slowly, she came to a halt and shed herself of her hood as she reached Elani, and stood unperturbed by the screeching or the ominous presence of the statues. Naturally, she had discovered before their conquest how to pass such obstacles, and raised her right hand without a word.

"Trick them into giving you entry, and they shall grant it."

Her voice was loud and commanding, yet oddly quiet and reassuring and the shadows around her seemed to grow long as noon, even though it was a dull, overcast day. The Sith Lady whispered a few words, before lowering her arm and her appearance returned to what it was before.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

OBJECTIVES:​ A ) - Destroy them.

​The Matador broke into a sprint, his massive legs carrying his heavy frame with greater dexterity than the Imperial troopers that lagged behind him. Ahead of him, the rebelling slaves had created a meagre defence around their camp. A forward defence resembled a large mount of sandbags with two individual mounter turrets on adjacent sides of the camps entrance. The rebelling slaves were not well trained, many of their shots were poorly placed; many missing The Matador completely or several inches off. The Imperial troopers outshined them entirely, making a mockery of their tactical defences. A mortar quickly found its way into the turret position farthest from the Matador.

​Rebel Slaves body parts filled the air, raining down from the sky with splatters of blood like thick hale; landing with wet thuds between the advancing Imperial troops. The Matador readied himself, a stray shot drew close to him; causing him to dash to the side as he ran in a zig-zag towards the remaining gun placement. As he drew closer, the it suddenly dawned on the gunner to turn him weapon on the crimson beast charging at him. However, he was too close for The Matador to dodge the flurry of shots.

​The Matador's feet ignited with a force imbued leap, swinging Oribuir in a sideways diagonal as his breastplate shook against the torrent of blaster fire, his momentum outmatching that of the blaster fire. Oribuir collided with the turret with such momentum that the man's body came apart, each half jolting backwards several feet into a tent. The reach of Oribuir gave him great advantage as the blaster carrying slaves began to retreat. The Imperial forces pressing forward.

​That, was when they heard it. A blood curdling war-cry.

​The Sith Empires intelligence was inaccurate, a near horde of weapon carrying slaves flanked from their left. Charging as hard and fast as their small legs could carry them. The Matador turned on his heel, facing the horde with Oribuir in hand. The Imperials were frantic, cornering themselves as the Matador turned to focus on those remaining in the camp, he did not intend on giving either side an advantage.

[member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Bo Lin"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

DROMUND KAAS
ANCIENT WRECKAGE

The Muun spun in the air and the heat of the blaster shot scorched past dark robe, singing it slightly, before the arc of the red lightsaber finished its trajectory.

It cut through human clavicle, chest, before being released around the hip and being disengaged only a moment after. Ardeth finished his jump kneeling, eyes closed and lightsaber at attention, but only for a moment before slowly raising himself amidst the corpses. "These were smugglers." The statement came clear and succinct, but Vazz the Xinkra did not reply. Other than looking up from its feast for a moment, making eye contact and then returning to its... munching.

"What makes you say so, Master?"

Clear to him.

As rain and as day, but his Apprentice needed a moment more to figure it out. The one eye stared at her. Impassively. Burning and patient. Until she looked way and started studying the campsite. It was not the perfect method of training, no.

But this one had been cuddled by the Jedi for too long.

"Oh." Her skin burned up red. Humanoid response to embarrassment. Ardeth still did not know what the purpose was of cheeks burned bright red, but it was a handy way of reading them. "I see now. Forgive me, Master."

The artifacts scattered in the grass around a turned-over table. Blasters, no usage of the Force, the ragged screams with additional hints. It was clear. The Muun was not certain what this wreckage was- space worthy at one point, surely. The bulkheads spoke as much. Sharp angles of the remnants, but overgrown by the jungle around it. Old, then. Ancient. These smugglers had been camping out here for a while by the looks of it. It had a ... lived-in quality.

"Explore the wreckage. There must be more underneath, find the entrance."

"Yessss..."
"...my Lord."

 

[Bo Lin]

Objective 1

Allies: [member="Scipio Alta"] [member="The Matador"]

Bo looked up from his prowling to see the airborne division dropping. The time for his guerilla tactics had come to an end. He stood and felt the shard stirring in the greatsaber hilt. He pulled an zelosian apple from his pack and ate it in one bite then decided to have a dozen more as he walked toward the tree line on the outskirts of the outpost. His bright green eyes shown in the crisscrossing blaster fire and he smiled.

The saber came alive with a blood curdling scream of pain as he jumped forward toward a guard tower. He propelled himself with the force and spun in the air as he brought the saber down on one of the supports. He danced to the next support and brought his saber through it as well then rolled to the side as the tower groaned and began to fall.

He smiled of satisfaction was interrupted by a snap-his from behind him. He turned just in time to see a being leaping at him with a blue saber ready for an overhead slash. Bo took his saber in a two handed grip and stepped forward with his front foot and swung for the fences. He blades collided showering him with sparks before the attacker was launched back 10 meters to be impaled on a fortification. Blaster fire began to turn toward the huge Pandyn and he was forced to begin trying to bat the blaster fire away as he backed toward cover near the airborne lads. This was going to be a long fight.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Location | Dromund Kaas Shipyards
Objective | Exterminate the pirate infestation | Objective C
Company | Legion Soldiers | Fang Droids | Akguza Guards | [member="Ambroys de Saintraille"]

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Vexen's troops had been deployed as pairs of Fang wardroids began to march side by side to provide mobile cover for the search and destroy squads established to eradicate the pirate infestation by order of the Sith. Legion troops made quick work of dispatching any pirates that had made the mistake of staying on the exterior of the shipyard, whilst the Monolith walkers maintained a respectable defense from any airborne or stationary threats that may impede the progress. One little alcove had been set up with a turret that the pirates had tried to put to use in holding back the Legion soldiers, raining blasterfire upon the shields that the Fang wardroids wielded for cover. The gunner of one of the walkers would direct their attention to said nest as the main cannon locked on and fired a round.

The nest would be brilliantly lit with a flash followed by a concussive roar as bodies were sent flying and molten slag rained down. With the sentry nest smoldering and utterly destroyed the Legion troops would begin to push into the shipyard. Vexen's attention would be redirected away from the soldiers, confident that they would do make short work of unprepared and inferior pirates. Instead, he would direct his attention to the individual who had arrived with him in securing the shipyard. He watched as the elderly looking man dealt with the pirates with curiosity. Sanity seemed to be in short supply for those afflicted by the Sith's presence as Vexen simply followed, lopping off and beheading whatever pirates succumbed to madness.

Vexen enjoyed playing mind games and torturing his opponent's psyche, but that was more out of leisure and when he felt like it. He disapproved of such an act after the Sith had been ordered to cleanse all that stood in their way. His crimson saber in hand and a smoldering trail of corpses with their heads severed behind he spoke in his usual vocoded voice, his cape billowing behind him, " To think that such a marvel of our Empire was brought down and made homes for trespassers and rodents. Does such a crime against our Empire's pride not demand the deaths of these wretched cretins rather than granting the merciful gift of insanity? " As the two strode down a corridor of the shipyard with the Akguza Guards escort a pair of pirates who had hid themselves in the shadows broke out and made for the exit. Vexen paid them no mind by gracing them with even looking at them as he raised his free hand up, lifting the two pirates a meter off the ground before clenching his fingers into a fist. There would be a sickening crack as their heads were twisted suddenly at a grotesque angle before dropping down as lifeless corpses.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Kaas City, DK
Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"]

"On it."

She kept an eye on him from her position. Unwilling to lose sight of him- she needed to see him enter the building. The inquisition wouldn't find a 'probably went in, I wasn't paying attention' to be an acceptable-

Bingo. Into the building he went.

Her HUD flashed and she knew Morgan's was as well across the way.

They wanted them to go in.

It wasn't a surprise but it was frustrating. It wasn't the first time Dante had gotten an assignment that wasn't really in her wheelhouse. Occasionally, moment's like this, she regretted signing on. Not with the Empire in general. They did okay. Benefits, decent pay, room and board, hell, she got dental coverage. But letting Cait rope her into the crew put together by... a Sith Lord she'd never even met. It meant weird jobs and weird hours, but then, how upset could a sniper *really* get about that sort of thing?

With the door street side closed behind him, Dante pushed open the window of the top floor room she had set up in. The building was higher than the one they'd been staking out, and it wasn't hard to get a good shot aimed at the middle of its roof. Lining it up, she squeezed the trigger of the small pistol. A barbed point, trailing monofilament wire lanced out, embedding deeply into the roof. Stepping up onto the sill, she tugged at it experimentally before drawing the carabiner from her belt and hooking it over with a snap. It glided silently as she pushed off of the sill, vulnerable in the open air for one heartbeat, two- and then she hit the opposite roof, hitting the release for her belt and rolling to absorb the impact without making too much noise.

She looked up in time to see Morgan arrive in much the same manner from the building on the opposite side. Both were more heavily armored than they usually were, though it was still relatively light compared, allowing them full range of movement. Her voice carried over the internal comms as they headed slowly toward the single door leading down from the roof.

"Thinking Clawdite?" She subvocalized, easing down to one knee to check out the lock.

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

Dromund Kaas
Ancient Wreckage

A series of cracks came from the neck as she wrung a head ways it should not. The body fell to its knees, then on its face, head turned back to front and body quickly growing stiff. The Chiss reached her hand out and called her lightsabre grip back to her from the lap of a decapitated droid, still smoking where the plasma melted trough durasteel and soldered the wires.

She closed her organic eye and turned as the cybernetic one captured her surroundings and mapped them.

"Smugglers, outlaws, fringers, failed bounty hunters. Refuse."

There was no judgement in her voice, mere statement of fact. These were the rejects of the system, her tutors had spoken of them with great disdain. The Csen'ai spoke of them as a resource; shells for the cannons, if you will. While she had gained much cultural input about them, Filiae herself found them fascinating. That is, fascinating in the same way fault in code could produce a fascinating glitch effect. Only, rather than a glitch, it was living rubbish.

"The structure is much older. Curious how they found it."

She picked up a bottle left in the grass, sniffed it, and tossed it aside. She judged the stampeded campsite and read their lives in the deathsticks crushed into the ground, the meagre food, the rolled up bedding tucked away where it was dry, yet stores of goods had been transported to and from; grass was flattened from crates, but had not yellowed. It did not stand in one place for long enough to kill the grass.

"Might be a few more out there." With her steel hand, she picked up the head of the droid and looked into its eyes. "Hauling goods."

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