Justice Is In The Hands Of The People (TU Dominion of Dressel)

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Scarred, worn and lingering about. That was the condition of Gorenoth was in. This really was his last stand. The fight between the two was fierce but the Gorachs luck dropped when another random guard entered the duel. His focus was not on the guard it was on the commander the man who was in charge. At this point there was anger and rage. You could see it in his eyes, Gorenoth wanted to end this. Staring at the Man that held up aim with a gun against him, Gorenoth continued his charge. His resolve was there and he was willing to take another bullet but it was not his time.

Sprinting on all fours the large Ape screamed when he felt a odd electric stab go across his back from [member="Aelius Varangian"]. It stung more now than ever. Falling flat on his chest and sliding by @Delam Mairev. The Gorach's eyes held pain at he growled and make his jaw stern. His arm reaching for the commanders feet as if one touch could give him what he wanted. Truth was Gorenoth was exhausted.

Too many injuries.

With the the beasts eyes growing heavy Gorenth looked one last time at his foe before he could manage no longer. Eyes rolling to the back of his head the beast layed their defeated.

" Finish it..." he muttered in his breath accepting his fate.

 

[Darth Eversor]

6/20

A short relief from combat came around, the advancing droids delayed for only but a few moments. The Captain had requested his assistance in a rescue mission, something Satsujin-sha typically didn't do. Not in his entire Imperial carrier either. He followed behind the man after he barked orders to the rest of the Legion's fury. The silence that clung to every wall and corner unnerved the warrior. There wasn't a soul to be seen, and that just made it all the more suspicious and shady. The cleanliness of the cloning center was soon to be in shambles due to the Sith war-blade being quite literally caked in blood. Droplets leaving a trail and dripping onto the darkly clad mute.

Satsujin-sha winced, his wounds were near-fatal, but he pushed to stay alive and complete the mission. Strength above all things and the mind to overcome any obstacle was needed for this line of work. Weakness was unacceptable.

A Trandoshan... how peculiar.

Satsujin-sha hated search and rescue.

[member="Laman Ress"]
[member="Delam Mairev"]
[member="Sinistra"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]
[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Raziel"]
[member="Gorenoth"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Aelius withdrew the electricity imbued force staff from the back of the fallen primate, taking only the briefest moments to watch it squirm on the ground. A worthy adversary, the Royal Guard supposed, but he was never one for codes of honor or the like. Strong or weak, brave or cowardly, enemies were eliminated. Yet, this specimen was a unique one. Peering to the High Lord from beneath the obsidian black slit of the distinctive Royal Guard helmet, he lowered the vibroblade of the force staff to the neck of the overwhelmed creature who requested the relief of death. A simple jerk of his arms would send the weapon into the primate's neck, rending the spinal column apart instantly. A quick death, as far as that went nowadays.

"Shall it be killed?" Aelius asked of the High Lord.

 

[Placeholder 01]

Delam watched with mired interest as Aelius felled the beast. The Gorach had put up a good fight, but the battle had already been decided before it began. The Legion had better resources, disciplined men, and superior weaponry. That, coupled with the element of surprise, had sealed the lab's fate before the battle had ever began. The High Lord strode up alongside the disabled primate.

The outer walls of the lab were thoroughly conquered. The battle was inside now. Recognizing the relative safety, Delam reached up to remove his helmet and clip it to his belt. He ran a hand through his hair and examined the commander of the security forces. Had it not been for a moment's curiosity on a boring day near the archives, Delam would have had no idea what species it was.

"You put up quite the fight beast," he mused, green eyes shifting to Aelius. It seemed the royal guard was capable enough. "Release him."

His gaze fell back to the Gorach.

"Your death serves no purpose. We could use you."

[member="Aelius Varangian"], [member="Gorenoth"]

 

[Sek Kali]

A masked figure had appeared, and a person of astoundingly...brutal apparel. Sek had never seen armor constructed in such a way before, nevermind that the mask was absolutely horrifying to stare into, she wouldn't even be surprise if the entire point was to scare enemies rather than to protect the wearer. But all she knew was the appearance- who was behind that mask, and their intentions, was absolutely unknown, which only added to the horror of this person suddenly appearing out of nowhere. It may have well been a manifestation of death itself, but it seemed humanoid enough not to be anything more than an actual human, and that had to mean she could at least speak to them.

Seeing as the person had probably gone through hell and back by their wounds, Sek took the initiative to show she was friendly by not retaining some form of silent stare, but much rather, a question: "Hello?"

[member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Laman Ress]

9/20
Laman was startled by the sudden appearance of the trandoshan, he was trained for battle, so he almost pulled the trigger before realizing it was the person they were looking for.... and she was nude. He did expect a trandoshan, but he did not expect a nude trandoshan, it would have to do right now, all they needed to do was get her out of this battle, and with her being a trandoshan, that would not be all that difficult. Laman respected trandoshans as fighters, they were strong, deadly, and efficient, he would like to have a few trandoshans on his team, but for now he just needed to get this person out of here.

"Hello. I presume you are Sek Kali?" He replied.

[member="Sek Kali"]
[member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Verona Chroi]

6/20

Protecting the servers, Laman's troops closed ranks and locked down the wing while any usable information was extracted from them. Verona had extinguished the blue and violet blades on her double bladed saber, pacing the halls and feeling unsettled. Something felt wrong.

Verona's gifts were never what any Jedi or Sith would have considered conventional by any means. Growing up without training, she was left to figure out these things for herself and use whatever means she could to understand and hone them. She could use telekinesis, it was the first thing she discovered when she was a girl. Her studies of xenoanthropology woke her connection to the nether, but there were no texts to study, no information to guide her. Only the voices of the dead to lead her on.

The gut instinct that was unsettling her was confirmed by one of them now.

“They’re killing the clones, Ver. Hurry, stop them.”
Verona screamed at the feeling of innocent life extinguished and broke into a run towards the tank room.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

10/20

Gorenoth could feel the sharp point of the pike against his back neck. This was it. He was going to be freed! Then the call was made, He was to live and be used? Stuggling to stay awake the Gorach raised his head raising a brow. " You would use me? You have taken my Honor." he said in question looking for an answer. The Gorach groaned in pain as he attempted to sit up.

" The fight is ended.. Why do you linger?" he coughed as he tended his wounds looking them over. He knew in his mind he was going to need medical attention soon and even more so for his hand. What was going to happen had Gorenoth's interest and attention.

[member="Delam Mairev"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

7/20

The Butcher of Ruusan simply stared at the Trandoshan before himself and the Captain. Nude, but in safer hands now. The objective was net yet complete, they still needed to preform a proper extraction. The look of horror upon the woman's face said it all and what the rest of the civvies of the galaxy would think if they ever saw those of the Black Imperium. Looking back over his shoulder to be sure that they weren't followed, Satsujin-sha looked down at his blade and noticed the pooling blood that had come from its constant dripping. Such a mess.

Finally showing some sign of being open and friendly, the former Imperial patted the Captain on the back of his armor and began heading back in the other direction to scout ahead, but not straying too far. One could never guess what might happen in times of conflict.

He motioned for the two to follow, being their defense and wrecking ball. Sword at the ready, Satsujin-sha fought through the pain, but he was still losing blood. They needed to move with haste.

[member="Laman Ress"]
[member="Delam Mairev"]
[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Gorenoth"]
[member="Sek Kali"]
[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Raziel]

[member="Sinistra"]

"We didn't meet at the expo did we?" Layle asked slowly as they slid into a booth at the perimeter of the establishment. Almost immediately a waiter approached them with a food menu. When Raziel tried to wave him away and he had thoughts of asking them to leave the table for the bar, Raziel made those thoughts evaporate. The waiter walked away looking a little lost. It was a rather blunt bit of manipulation, but he was pressed for time.

"You wouldn't be where you are now if you didn't catch on quickly," he replied. "Keep smiling," he snapped.

"What's going to happen to me," Layle asked, trying to keep his smile.

"Calm down. Nothing's going to happen to you. What's going to happen is you're going to do me a small favour and in return the problem goes away."

 

[Placeholder 01]

11/20

The Gorach wasn't wrong. He had been bested in combat, though he had more than proven himself in the process. Delam was not ignorant enough to believe the mercenary to truly be his enemy. These were men without a cause - warriors that needed to test themselves one way or another. Delam only needed to give them a cause; to give them something they could truly feel proud of fighting for.

Green eyes narrowed at the Gorach.

"[member="Aelius Varangian"], find the witch [member="Verona Chroi"]. She's delved further into the labs and could quite likely use your help." He gave the former royal guard an affirmative nod and turned his attentions back to the alien.

He would need medical attention. Delam was wounded himself, though he could continue on unhindered. None of his wounds were fatal even if they were going to slow him down.

"You fought well. Your honor is retained," Delam lowered down to a knee and met the [member="Gorenoth"]'s eyes, "But the cause you fight for is faulty. I am Delam Mairev, High Lord of the Imperial Legions, and I would offer you a place within our ranks, warrior."

 

[Sek Kali]

"Indeed I am." She replied to the armored man before her, well, the one who spoke anyways. The other seemed inclined to making sure they were safe, or probably killing more enemies- what was the difference? She didn't have a weapon, nor armor, or anything to actually protect herself with, which was more than off putting. So to have people not shooting her on sight (if a bit threatening in appearance) was welcomed and somewhat respected, though awkward would be a understatement in these circumstances. "I assume I'll be following you two? If so, do you have any armor or weapons?" She would ask, attempting to keep the embarrassment out of her voice the best she could.

[member="Laman Ress"] [member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

11/20
The Gorach was too tired to think about it nor answer for that matter. Turn over to lay on his back the large ape moaned some and watched as nearby medics closed in on him and commander [member="Delam Mairev"]. It seemed death was not his fate today but instead life and a new path too? " By the anicent laws I am sworn to owe you my life. I am indebted to you alone. What is your name?" he asked the commander lowly.

The medics quickly assessed the apes wounds and immediately began treating him as well ans examining their kneeling commander. Med kits, Bacta spray and other supplies were brought out and used in haste. Looking at his torn hand the Gorach turned away, He knew what needed to be done. " Medic. Get rid of it. Cut it off."

 

[Laman Ress]

10/20
Delam knew she would need a weapon, so he grabbed his pistol and handed it to her with a few clips of ammunition, that way she could protect herself in a fight. Laman could tell she was embarrassed about the lack of clothes, though he would not bring it up, he had some form of respect.

"Here is a pistol, we will attempt to find you armor, though it may be tough, my team is pinned down by the server room by a seemingly endless sea of droids, once we get the information out of the servers we will exfil, after that i do not know, i will have to ask the high lord. Now come on, we have a job to do." He said to [member="Sek Kali"]

Laman followed [member="Kiro Masahide"], hopefully his tech guys would be done by the time they got back, then they could leave.

 

[Bethany Haverford]

So this was what they had become.

Bethany stared into the aftermath of chaos, keeping back from the wreckage left behind by Aelius, Satsujin-sha and their allies. She had been a soldier for so long that the battle didn't cause her to balk, but the seemingly for-hire status Aelius and Satsujin were embodying now made no sense to her. This was no Sith Lord. This was no future and glorious Empire. This was some kind of Techno Union merecenary army out for money and power. This wasn't honor or peace or anything worth the death strewn in its wake. Mephirium's goals had been somewhat larger, which was why they had been worth following.

She clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding together. After the death of the Dark Lord and Mephirium's subsequent demise, Bethany had taken her own path and blocked out the universe. Weeks of time had passed, weeks which had given her clarity and logic to guide her into a new chapter in her life. Being alone was difficult, but it was better than painting a target on her back or signing on for another fruitless campaign with a Sith Lord of no vision. When she had finally reactivated her comms and seen the small backlog of messages, it had been Satsujin's that had most surprised her and drawn forth her interest. Her brothers in arms, possibly the last of Mephirium's failed (semi-failed) quest, still working together. It had overtones of imperial fortitude; it had the potential to be something more. Except that it wasn't.

Behind her, the sound of ships interrupted her reverie and she turned to look up at the descending shuttles. If their forces were inside already, these individuals would not be friendly to her. Glass and gravel crunching beneath her feet, Bethany turned back to the lab and strode forward in the wake of the Legion. She would find her allies, see if they were former or current, and find an exit strategy. Whether that strategy was with or without Aelius and Satsujin-sha, it would at least result in her own survival.

Droid bodies littered her path, which convinced her she was going the right way, and the sounds of fighting drew closer. Bethany's rifle sat heavy in her hands as she cautiously watched a short skirmish taking place and slid by without joining either side. They weren't the people she was looking for and they were busy enough that they wouldn't interfere with her. Down she went, finding her own ways, assuming from past experience that "deep into the facility" was always the right direction to go. Unfortunately, that meant the lab's defenders were still present here, forcing Bethany into a confrontation with a small contingent of droids. She doubled back on herself, forcing them to follow, leading them into exposing themselves so she could take on five of them with her single self. After clearing the last of the five, she moved forward again, ducking into a small side corridor when she heard more coming. She followed it out into another large hallway and drew up short at the sight of a tall, naked Trandoshan coming her way. She took a half-step back behind the corner she'd just rounded before she saw the familiar masked figure leading them right into her path.

"Hello there!" she greeted cheerfully, though her bright smile was hidden behind her helmet's visor. She tossed a quick wave at Satjujin-sha that faltered as her arms fell heavy to her sides. "Shab, what have you done?" She dug into one of her pouches for a medical stim as she strode toward him. It wouldn't heal him, but it might stave off the effects. "Don't move." The jab of the stim was quick, but she made sure to dump the whole dosage into him. He would need it. "That isn't going to do much for long. What's the objective? Point us the right way so we can get out of here faster. You need a medic." She turned her eyes to the human and Trandoshan behind him. Strangers to her, but clearly known in some manner to him. They would probably be dead otherwise. "Don't suppose either of you are skilled that way?"

[member="Kiro Masahide"] [member="Aelius Varangian"] [member="Laman Ress"] [member="Sek Kali"]

 

[Verona Chroi]

7/20

Verona tore through the halls in a dead run, knocking anyone down who happened to be unlucky enough to come between her and her destination with the heavy weight of the double bladed saber hilt.

The tank room was on the far side of the facility on the other side of the genetics lab. It was by far the largest room of the whole place, several stories high with long rows of bacta tanks accessible by plankways that were see through. The soft blue glows of the tanks lit the room with an oddly ethereal light as she peered through the dim room. There were no shadows here for her to follow, nothing that drew her attention.

Not all of the tanks were occupied, some of them were dark, with no outline of a growing body in the fluid. Verona stalked quietly between the tanks, listening for her quarry to reveal himself. Her vigilance paid off with the sounds of beeping from a console on the far side of the room. She moved silently across the tiled floors, keeping to the balls of her feet as she came up behind a figure in a lab coat feverishly flipping through screens of controls.

Verona could feel the anger boiling up in her as she reached a hand out and yanked the figure away from the computer. He hit against a tank hard, crumpling to the ground as Verona stopped in front of the controls. Something was in shutdown mode, and she could not see an obvious way to stop the tanks from aborting their functions. She wheeled around on him, hoisting him up with a grip through the force.

"You will tell me how to save them."

 

[Sinistra]

8/20
Breehara

A few words to the bartender and a couple regulars confirmed her suspicions. The Iron Knight did not usually frequent the place. It was a long shot anyway but her search also had another intended effect. If the operative had gone to ground, then it should reach him that someone was asking around. She wasn't being subtle, at least not the way she would have been had she been looking for someone else. There was nothing about the Shard spy that was subtle either.

Her comlink buzzed and she pulled it out and checked it, a nonchalant air to her. Her attention was half split between the message and the HNN broadcast. Nothing pressing she needed to answer just yet. She dropped the com on the bartop when she was done with it. The familiar guy had taken a seat at a booth and with nothing else to do but indulge her curiosity, she ordered another round as she raised the glass of amber liquid to her lips.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Sinistra"]

"...so invite your friends to the booth, get some food and drinks in because my company is picking up the tab as corporate entertainment. I'll be back with these," he said, holding up a small data access card and a post it note with his passwords on, "shortly."

Raziel meandered back to the bar, palming the goods off to one of his associates. Now they'd get access to the corporate mainframe and start digging. They needed some names within the companies technical support. The data they were after wouldn't be on the live system where any middle management could find it. Of course, they'd also plant enough crumbs for someone to find out what it was Layle did on his Thursdays. Raziel didn't have much of a moral compass, but when it came to children there were some things he couldn't let slide.

"I do hope you're on holiday on not business," he announced as he slipped onto the adjacent seat. Even focused on his current operation, not much escaped his attention.

 

[Sinistra]

9/20

"Perhaps a little bit of both." There was a beguiling smile as he sat down next to her, a glint in her mahogany brown irised enclosed with a black limbal ring that gave her a rather striking and mysterious look. The face of the man before her had not changed but out of the uniforms of both the Imperium and the Techno Union, the two intelligence professionals looked a million miles away from their day jobs. In fact, she looked younger.

"What brings you to Breehara?" She asked not expecting to get an honest answer. The known quantity, that they were in the spy game, meant that the starting point in their banal banter was automatically bumped up to trying to figure out what the coded answers they were being fed actually meant. They did not need to come out and lie, by the time each of them had risen to this point in their careers, they had learned the value of half truths and the things left unsaid but implied.

[member="Raziel"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

8/20

The sight of the former ally brought a small smirk to the Atrisian's otherwise bloodied and sweaty face. His HUD showed that his vitals were beginning to deteriorate. Blood still flecked the visor, the armor itself was like a furnace. Beads of sweat and gore made the inside of Satsujin-sha's helmet looked like a battlefield in itself. [member="Bethany Haverford"] started barking orders all of a sudden, practically shanking him with a stim needle and then explaining what he already understood. Yes, he was dying. But at least this was helpful to some degree. The Butcher's life was spared by the spontaneous angel; Valkyrie of war.

Satsujin-sha looked to Bethany and tilted his head into the direction they needed to go, picking up his war-blade, he carried on for the team. They would need to cover the Trandoshan as much as possible and get her out without anymore of a delay.

They had been found.

A rather large defender came stomping from around a corner with his own brand of terror. He pointed at the rescue party and began walking towards them. Judging by his size and the way he handled himself, this man was chalk-full of cybernetics. This could pose as a bit of a problem. Raising his left gauntlet, Satsujin-sha ordered the others to go while he dealt with the uninvited guest. He brought up his war-blade into both hands and stared down the juggernaut. This thing was nearly the size if his comrades, but that meant nothing. Muscle and brawn could only get one so far in a battle.

A metallic arm came down and smashed Satsujin-sha in the side of his helmet, sending him into a wall. Technological components buzzed and whined as the HUD began to distort and flicker with static from the external damage. His armor was being compromised.

The behemoth struck for another successful blow, but the former Imperial had something else in his synth-leather coat. In the small window of opportunity that he had, a hand-cannon was produced by Satsujin-sha and was pressed into the face of the beastly amalgamation of flesh and metal, the trigger being squeezed at least four times before silence creeped in.

The Butcher of Ruusan leaned his head back and exhaled heavily.

It was time to go home.

[member="Delam Mairev"]
[member="Laman Ress"]
[member="Sek Kali"]
[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Sinistra"]
[member="Gorenoth"]
[member="Raziel"]