Khomm With Me Now (OS Dominion of Khomm)

[Ellie Mors]

​Khomm With Me Now​

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2YgwN6P_7E[/media]​

Nothing would ever be the same. It never could. Kashyyk had created the snowball, and her botched surgery had started the avalanche. Now she sat there in her silent, unlit, hospital room atop a bed without the man who had tried to salvage what little was left undamaged. She couldn't blame him, blame [member="Alric Kuhn"], he only had her best interests at heart, she hoped. Aspha was a dangerously powerful healing substance, something that trumped even the famed Kolcta, but its effects were not impervious to discrepancies. As the force would have it, Silara had been highly allergic to the medicinal fungus. Wracked by pain for hours on end, suffering intense hallucinations of torture by the hand of her former master and other unspeakable horrors, the Sith Lord would have literally been brought to the ground and rendered incapable of coherent speech if she had not been lying in a hospital bed, strapped to durasteel chains that were bolted to the metallic floor. But now the time for pain and suffering to pass, it was time for her to leave the depressing room, only far weaker than she had been coming in. There was only a single problem now.

She was blind.

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"What is wrong? The Aspha serum is a miracle drug, there should be no complications!" Screamed a female voice, likely a doctor or one of the few nurses who remained in the sealed surgery room after Silara went into a series of seizures, luckily unable to instinctively call upon the force due to the state of the galaxy at the moment. The Sith Lord thrashed uncontrollably against the restraints that kept her to the bed, that anchored her and the "table" to the ground, screaming in extreme pain, desperately trying to reach for the point where her artificial arm and organic shoulder met. Clearly something was wrong. "I don't understand, the signs she's showing are that of an allergy or severe side effect, and the pain was anticipated, but why are her -" A male said in frustration, only to be cut off as the woman's pulse flat-lined. 'KARK! Mister Kuhn will have my head for this!' It was clear by now - Silara was deathly allergic to the very medicine created by her most trusted confidante - the man whom she secretly loved, who she hoped loved her. It wasn't his fault, he couldn't have known. There was no way he should or could have known. Three seconds passed.

"Patient is pronounced dead, time of death is Six minutes passed eight on the evening of Zhellday.."

The sound of metal cascading onto the floor and a frustrated shout by the male doctor echoed across the now deathly silent room. Who would be the one to tell the now most dangerous man in the galaxy?

​"Get the defibrillators."

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(OOC Information
Objectives:

1. Incite riots among the general population - do not kill them.
2. Seize control of the manufacturing plants.
3. Take the cloning facilities without destruction.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas walked among the general populace of Khomm, blending in with the locals. He wore a hood, so nobody could tell that the Miraluka Sith walked among them. He sat down on a bench, watching as others walked by. He saw a large Khommite man stroll by, and invaded his mind, taking control of his body. He made the man smash the window of a house, and call for his comrades to accept Sith rule. He was cut down by a local enforcer seconds after. However, as he repeated the process, the killings began to halt as he made the citizens kill the enforcers. He only had to "influence" a few people before the trend began to catch like a fire on dry wood. He silently crept out of the village, smiling. It was amazing what people would to to fit in, even join in on a riot. He then headed off for a new target. The village was only a small one, and more work would be required if he and his fellow Sith were to take the planet.

 

[Caulder Dune]

HEH'L CITY
MANUFACTURING DISTRICT

FACTORY: I

The Storm Commando on point kicked down the door to the factory's interior and entered, sweeping its gaze over the area with a raised weapon. No immediate response. He signaled to the rest of the platoon, and several more of them filed into the factory's interior and began systematically cover the area. In what can only be described as his usual behavior, Darth Adekos waited for several storm commandos to enter before walking into the factory himself. You know, just to make sure he wouldn't fall into any dastardly traps.

The interior was only occasionally dimly lit, courtesy for the slowly failing emergency lights that occasionally flickered on over head. Power had been lost in the chaos following the disappearance of everyone, and whoever worked here had either been part of the disappearance or fled shortly afterward. Control of these food-wafer production plants was vital to ensuring One Sith control over the planet. Control the ridiculous, asinine food supply of the Khommites, control the Khommites. It wasn't rocket science.

"Factory's clear, sir."
"Excellent. Signal the task force, have them move in and fortify this place. Once they're here, we move on to the next one."
"Right away, sir."

There was the small matter of who would be the legal owner of these factories once everything on this planet was settled. Adekos would be sure to find some strings and pull them so that his name was put on the deeds. Most competent Sith had side-ventures. His would be selling wafers to a civilization of idiotic clones.

 

[Reverance]

Incite Riots among the general populace...in Heh'l City

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bn5tiuZU4JI​

Sowing dissent...like stitches across a blanket. The transport ship set down and from the doors opening, a flood of armorweave robed cloaks moved from the ship. Dispersing like an ant hill hit with an auger and stick, their movements were stretched and outward facing, like a water sprinkler shooting out in non descriptive manners. Beneath the armorweave, they wore manufactured replicas of the war-torn armor, composed of durasteel and leather. All except for one of them, whose identity hid beneath the cowl of the cloak, who wore the true armor of phrik composite, and claimed the title of Lord of Pain.

They walked through the city nonchalantly and seemingly without purpose, if only to stop and greet random pedestrians who seemed to be moving about of their own accord, un-phased by the recent deployment of One Sith forces. From the folds of their robes, they would shake hands and placate toward the perfection of the Khommite race. Yes, they are the epitome of evolution, spoke the phantoms of the Hand of the Dark Lord. Yes, there was never quite a race like the Khommite, the apex of intergalactic society. Yes, they are truly the greatest civilization to ever be known in both the republic and beyond. And then, after pacified through the deliverance of endless complements, those beneath the armorweave would sow their dissent...

"Have you heard that there is a shortage of wafers?"

~Or~

"Have you heard the there is a shortage of wafers...and they are being saved for prominent officials only?"

~Or~

"Have you heard that laborers are being rationed on low quality rations...while the government officials are given the highest quality with no ration?"

~Or~

"Have you heard the wafers were recently contaminated with toxins...without giving knowledge of such things to laborers? In fear of uprisings?"

Each phantom was given a line of questions, a rumor, false as it were, to feed to those that seemed at odds with their station. Even the skeptical mind is willing to accept circumstances, despite how unlikely they might be, should proper valuable resource come into question. And soon, those things sowed would blossom into toxic and poisionous things. As for the true Hand, he made his way towards the upper echelons of this world. To tell upper castes about the rebelling lower class and their desire to destroy the wafer factories unless their demands are met. What demands were those? Well, the Hand reserves the right to make those up while he walks.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Incite Riots (My Speciality)​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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She stood in the centre of main square watching the citizens moving about their daily lives, unaware that a Sith invasion was coming. Of all the previous invasions, this was the easiest objective she had. Incite a riot among the masses. The Force was still hinky but it was not gone completely. Whatever was plaguing the galaxy could not be confirmed, but it didn't matter to her. The Force would endure, just as she had for so many years alone in the marsh lands. Randomly she chose her targets, planting in their minds suggestive ideas that they were unhappy with the current state of affairs on the planet.

A few people began to speak openly about how they felt, bringing others into the fold. More and more protesters began to fill the streets lending their voices and ideals into the growing crowd of dissidents. The government sent out security forces in an attempt to cull them, which only fueled the rioters passion to be heard. The rioters began to throw objects at the security forces, and when they retaliated with smoke bombs and low grade energy weapons, all hell broke loose.

With a smile on her face, the Sith Knight separated herself from the crowd and moved to another part of the city.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Deploying to the cloning facilities
Objective: Take the cloning facilities without damaging them

Another day, another world to add to the One Sith Empire, Taeli thought as her dropship began descending towards the main point of the Khommite society, their precious cloning centers. She had given orders that the centers were to be captured intact and fully functional to be used for the Sith and to appease the Khommites that the Sith meant them no real harm to their way of life.

Unlike standard battles, she had made sure her troopers were equipped with hacking equipment for doors and automated defenses, stun weapons and arc casters to disable but not kill defenders, plasma torches to cut through walls if needed. She was taking no chances in causing any sort of damage to their prize.

She had also brought along a prized slicing team to stop any attempts by the defenders of the facilities in sabotaging the cloning tank and systems.

"Time to take the prize," she said, nodding at her force commanders and the hired slicer team. "No damage and no deaths, understood?"

"Yes, Lady Arcanix," the commanders said, while the slicer team leader just grunted, "As long as we get paid, you got it your Ladyship."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Contact!"

A hail of blaster bolts thundered down a wide metallic hallway, peppering the far all and the armed Khommite guard squad that had rushed around the corner to confront the black-clad armored soldiers that had breached the facility's entry way. Shortly after a firefight had erupted all over the complex, the dark soldiers refraining from weapons of higher caliber than a standard blaster rifle and the occasional stun and flash grenade tossed down towards the Khommite barricades. Already the bodies of the dead began to pile up in the halls, and the floors ran slick with blood as several of the Imperial soldiers resorted to using vibro weapons as the battle became increasingly close quarters, ripping open throats and puncturing bodies as gradually the sound of blasters faded and was replaced with the primal roar of melee combat. However; despite the Khommites surprising defense of the initial Imperial blitz, they were eventually driven further into the facility as the invaders secured the front offices and laboratories.

"Milord, we've secured the entrances, but the Khommites have fled deeper into the structure. We fear they may try to sabotage the cloning chambers before we can claim them."

The Lord to which he spoke was an imposing giant of a man, standing at a staggering six foot nine inches tall and clad in flowing robes underneath black armorplast, his face concealed by a wide hood that left only the underside of his face visible in the gloom. The Lord looked at the soldier, a Blackblade Commander called Hakam, and chuckled darkly; "Should those cloning chambers be destroyed, Commander, then I will make you the individual responsible for their destruction. Now make all haste to stop them, less your life be forfeit." The commander, blanching at his Lord's decrees, only managed to salute and then rush off the lead the charger further into the facility.

Meanwhile, Darth Vornskr looked on as his Blackblade Guards flooded in.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The cloning facilities would go to the One Sith; that was just the way of things, a repetition of the pattern that the Fringe had established. The Fringe, however, had made it clear that only a set portion of the cloning facilities would be used for their clone army. The Khommite civilization absolutely required a majority of the cloning facilities in order to function; for the sake of public security, Selka rather hoped the Voices and the Hands would realize that necessity.

Her own priority was something in the nature of an opportunity. The genome of the Fringe clone army was scattered throughout a subset of facilities, as samples and as partially-grown clones. The One Sith's allies wouldn't take kindly to mass appropriation of said clones.

Which was why Selka Ventus was currently overseeing the transit of a large number of young dark-haired girls into a passenger-fit Tempus Ardet bulk freighter. There were people, very powerful people, who'd pay quite well for the clones' security.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Incite riots :devil:
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Reverance"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4x6FgwAhL1U​

The little people.

How she loathed them, having lived among their ilk for years, and yet she couldn't help but envy their ignorance.

So gullible. So...naïve. She had grown up being treated like one of them, yet shunned for her unwillingness to obey like they did. It made her stand out, a head taller than most, and brought her nothing but grief and problems. It had taught her a single, but nonetheless important lesson; how to blend in. Walking down that road again brought on a torrent of memories, but the Sith only smiled as she hid her face in the shadows, losing herself to the crowd.

The rebellious spirit was strongest in those who felt most oppressed — whether or not they actually were mattered little — and so Vrag headed where such people could be found. If the reports held any truth, the Khommite were nothing if not stifled under the thumb of a rigid authority that had long ago sucked the fight out of them. Today, that would all change. Previously just drunken fantasies of some poor sod in a seedy bar, murmured under his breath as he made love to his drink, an uprising would see the light of day, brought to reality by none other than the most acclaimed oppressors in the Galaxy; the Sith.

The Knight pushed open the doors to one such pub, her armor hidden from sight for once, and made her way to the counter with uncertain steps. She wasn't much of an actress, but her years of gambling had taught her a fair share of tricks, and she was putting them all to use. Besides, it wasn't hard to convince a drunk that they were seeing another drunk stumble around in search of their favorite drug. The woman leaned on the surface that hadn't seen a rag in the last century, probably, and ordered a double of something strong with the classical one-finger wave. Her mouth crooked into her best impression of a bitter smile — easy as pie, really — and she turned to face the clientele that stared back at her in various stages of intoxication.

In other words, the perfect audience.

 

[Reverance]

Incite Riots among the general populace...in Heh'l City
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Vrag"]

The Hand sat within the comfortable leather folds of a far too expensive chair, braced against a mahogany desk. He had informed them, upon entry into the facility, that he came equipped with certain and quite unfortunate modicum of news. All he had to say was rebellion and uprisings and he was ushered in as cherished guest. And now, here he sat, with fingers steepled on folded knee.

"I'm gonna cut right to the chase..." He spoke quietly and calmly, his image concealed by the cowl. He was, of course, practicing a bit of his magic finesse to soothe over the minds of his audience. That...and his usually unused silver tongue.

"I was hired to represent the laborers union at the wafer factories. And...recent news has been vocalized about the deficit of pay increases. Some have even gone so far as to imply they have had a pay decrease, compared to a cost of living increase. Making end's meet...was the terminology used, if I can recall that properly." He sighed and frowned as he stood from his chair and crossed his arms, pacing a sort of feigned thought process. "What I don't understand is why they would threaten to destroy the wafer factories altogether..."

"What?!?" The Khommite official nearly came out of his chair as Gabriel turned and gasped.

"Oh, I apologize. I forgot to give you their terms. They expect an across the board raise of 15 credits per hour, for all employees, even those currently not in the union. A cost, that I suspect, will bankrupt the private corporations and further burden the government beyond reprieve. Non-negotiable, if the demands are not met, they intend to destroy the wafer facilities. They will use protesting as a distraction from the main plot. Of course, don't tell them I told you...I was hired by them, after all."

"I...I...need to make a call...I don't have the authority to call in support." The Khommite stumbled over his words, trying to pick his chin up off the floor. It was a nice plush rug too, a shame to stain it.

"Well, I suggest you pick up that com and find someone who does...and be quick about it. They'll be at your doorstep soon enough. Don't mind me, I can wait."

He sat down and watched the chaos unfold. The phones would soon begin ringing.

 

[Amaethon]

Location: Factory District, Khomm
Objective: Seize control of manufacturing
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"]

A little futher down the broad streets that made up the factory district of Khomm was Amaethon. Troopers had rushed in ahead of him, moments before and rounded up the workers with minimal casualties. He supposed that was commendable.

"Commander, factory is secure."

The Acolyte hit the transmit switch twice as an acknowledgement. He strode in and surveyed the main floor, workers gathered up and droids and other equipment shut down. He had turned on his heel and was about to leave. Stopping dead, he tilted his head and reached out through the Force, feeling. There its was, a non-Force sensitive.

He turned and strode towards it, boots clicking.

"Commander?" The senior trooper began and was forestalled by a raised hand.

Amaethon stopped in front of a supply closet and unhooked his lightsaber. Igniting the red blade, he made a circular cut around the lock. He opened the door, and there stood a terrified male custodian with it's eyes wide. He regarded the being silently for a moment before extending out a clawed hand.

The being clutched at it's throat and gurgled as he was choked through the Force. Amaethon let it continue for a moment before finally crushing it's throat. As it slumped against the wall, the Acolyte supposed he had done some good. There was now a job opening for a new custodian....

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Incite More Riots​

Allies: [member="Vrag"] ... [member="Reverance"]​

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Several people stood in the streets a few blocks from where the first riot broke out, now in full swing thanks to her, trying to determine what was going on. Confusion was on their faces and even more confusion was radiating off them through the Force. "Exscuse me," a man holding his lover's hand said as the Sith was passing by, "Do you know what's going on over there?" Stopping next to the couple, she briefly looked over her shoulder hiding her smile from them then turned toward them. "Citizens began to question the ideals of your government. They were conducting peaceful demonstrations until security forces were sent out with only we can assume with orders to use force against them. Several innocent and peace loving people where hurt by government forces."

"That doesn't make sense at all. Our government has always looked out for our people."

"Well not always darling. Remember how we struggled financially and all our attempts to get government assistance was denied. Only to find out later they were giving aid to off-worlders that came here to live on our planet," the woman said looking at her mate.

"Yeah I remember. Our people were struggling and they only cared for the newcomers. No offense to you ma'am."

"No offense taking. Just passing by actually. No plans to live here and take away what is rightfully yours...not like those other off-worlders your girl mentioned," the Sith Knight said.

"Do you two remember when our government said they couldn't afford to spend credits on our wounded military veterans when they came back from the war but managed to find the credits to dump into all those new buildings that nobody can afford to live in," another man said moving to join the trio.

"I do," another man said joining the group, "My brother served in that war and was severely wounded defending our planet. He was physically unable to work and the government took his home and kicked him and his family into the street. But our government is quick to assist the rich when they needed it!"

"Seems like your government cares little for its citizens and only for lining their pockets with credits only the rich can afford. Its a shame," Darth Venefica said adding a little persuasion from the Force. "And they have attacked people just like you for speaking their minds. What kind of government oppresses it's own people when so many have suffered enough. Violence seems to be their only response."

"The visitor is right! They choose violence over hearing our words!"

"I will not stand by and allow the government to oppress us any longer! I'm taking action starting with that government building right there."

The man picked up a rock and threw it through the buildings window, spurring others to begin desecrating the building and knocking down a statue of their current leader. As Darth Venefica was walking away, she heard the chants from people calling for a new seat of government.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: A cloning facility
Objective: Take it without any damages to it

Taeli and her forces began moving quietly towards their objective, stunning anyone they saw that might raise an alarm. No words would be spoken, commands only being given by hand signals, but Taeli herself had a comlink to keep track of what else was going on. It seemed Lord Vornskr was leading a massive assault on another cloning facility nearby, and that would be making the people inside this one jittery . . . and distracted.

Reaching a security door on the outer perimeter, she gestured for her hackers to get it open while her commandos kept a watch for any guards or droids patrolling. Cables snaked from datapads as they hacked the door before soft green light lit on the datapad and the door slid open, allowing her forces to slip inside.

"Intruders!" a Khommite guard yelled, but he was swiftly knocked unconscious by a stun bolt.

Pointing at the security cameras, the slicer team moved to hack into them and take control of the security systems so they could monitor where guards and defenses were. Her commandos arranged themselves once again in a guarding position, keeping an eye around corners and listening for anyone approaching.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Selka Ventus"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

The training database, the proprietary module that the Fringe had used for flash-training and live practice, was secure aboard the Tempus Ardet-class bulk freighter. The Tempus Ardet's hundreds of cabins began to fill with endless rows of girls -- tens of thousands of them, some in stasis chambers, along with hundreds of nanny droids -- from very young to nearly adult. Close confines, but the jump to Phu wasn't terribly far.

And every one of them was a clone of Kol, dead at the hands of Darius Malakai, the Sith demigod to whose face Velok had successfully lied. Kol, the mother of Velok's longtime servant Rach; Kol, progenitor of the Rekali clan and childhood friend of Ashin Varanin.

Alarms began to blare, startling the younger clones. The facility was experiencing an intruder alert.

 

[Syss Rembala]

The shuttle she had traveled in landed on the planet and once the door slid open she descended. She had no objective to accomplish yet, for she had been summoned by her Master and was now headed to the hospital in order to meet with her. The Umbaran had in understanding that her Master, Darth Vitium, had undergone a surgery and was now in recovery.

Her pace was sure-footed and intent, the hospital was precisely close so she kept a swift speed in her walk. Khomm was a very organized place - extremely organized. The dullness of the place was something she had never seen before and she was not sure if she liked it or not. Such lack of energy and surprise discouraged her but the fact that everything was in control, that everything was planned and regulated appealed to her.

After some minutes of walking, she arrived at the hospital.

[member="Silara"]

 

[Reverance]

Incite Riots among the general populace...in Heh'l City
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Venefica"]

Deft fingers opened beige blinds, the split of which revealed the coming onslaught of open rebellion. The Khommite next to Gabriel gasped once more as he rushed over to his phone. Gabriel lunged over an placed a hand on the communication device.

"You must be firm in your resolve. Trust me, this is merely an attempt to distract you. Their true intent is the wafer facilities...stay the course." The expressions of the older man were true and sincere, even to the point that he had to check himself and remind himself of the lie put in place. Just moments before, the official had sent the local defense forces to barricade the nearby wafer facilities. The appearance of showing weakness was fresh on the Khommites mind, Gabriel could tell. He could feel the anxiety and fear, and he consumed of it in gulps and swallows. The rejuvenation in the Hands appearance was palpable, while the official continued to deteriorate. Bags beneath his eyes began to form as he approached the window once more. The Khommite split the blinds and spoke quietly.

"I hope you are right...for our sake..."

For your sake, Gabriel mentally corrected, not wanting to show his hand just yet. All in due time...he approached the window and gazed out, hearing the chants of his dopplegangers.

"WHAT DO WE WANT?!?" "WAFERS!" "WHEN DO WE WANT THEM?" "ALL THE TIME!"

Melee bludgeoning weapons rose in the air, to the beat of the war drum, as torches blazed through the streets. Figures in armorweaves cloaks led the ensemble, though the official was too distraught with despair and desperation to notice the uncanny resemblance. His mind drifted to thoughts of survival and life beyond this day and Gabriel supped upon it, digging him deeper and deeper into the pits.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Inside a cloning facility
Objective: Take it intact

Scowling, Taeli gestured for the slicers to cut the alarms that were starting to blare above them. It would seem someone had placed a secondary security system in the facility, one that was more sophisticated than she had expected the Khommites to have installed . . . on their own. Oh, quite clever indeed.

She could hear the sounds of armored boots heading their way, but that was when the whir of arc casters began firing, large arcs of electricity, downplayed to only stun, racing through the Khommite guards. Stun bolts filled the air to fell the remainder of the men charging at them, and it gave the slicers time to finish taking control of the security networks.

"We have to hurry, my Lady," the lead slicer grunted. "We've got maybe ten minutes before they bring in a counter-slicing team and retake their systems."

"Then let's move, keep the Khommites from overloading any of the cloning tanks or equipment, and I want any genetic samples sealed off from being accessed until the facility is under our control. Captain, secure the facility and knock out all enemy forces."

"Yes, Lady Arcanix," the captain of the commandos replied. "What will you be doing?"

"The same as you, just elsewhere," she replied, moving off down another corridor. The slicing team split up and went with the two squads of commandos to provide hacking help. Taeli wanted to take the main control center herself, and she was determined to take it as she primed a stun rifle. She hated using rifles, but a lightsaber would not be conducive to keeping the facility mainly pacified.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Today's Chef Special: Riots w/gravy​

Allies: [member="Vrag"] ... [member="Reverance"]​

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A factory came into view and what better way to encourage more riots by playing on the minds of the underpaid and under appreciated. Casually she moved to a group of workers standing about talking among themselves about a rumour of riots in the downtown district. "We couldn't help but overhear you guys mention something about riots. That is no mere rumour fellas." A Khommite, older than the others, spoke up inquiring the nature of the riots. "Oh you didn't hear...how could you? Hard working fellas such as yourself are probably excluded from many things. Some citizens took the streets to protest." That drew their attention to her. First you hook them, then you reel them in.

"Well...some of the working class had just found out that your government has decided to cut your medical benefits and voted against a rise in wages. One man told us that he heard from an inside source that they plan to shut down some of the factories in the area in favour of a more productive source...like droids. I'm sure your jobs are safe."

The group of workers began to grumble among themselves. The older Khommite asked, "But we've heard this before. Why would they riot if they were only there to protest?" She shrugged her shoulders. "It might have something to do with your government's reaction to the protesters. They began using force and droids to enforce their will against your fellow citizens. I personally saw children killed...and other children forced to witness the death of their parents. Orphans now. I worry about the children. If your government cares nothing for those that are the backbone of your society...workers like yourselves...then imagine what will become of those orphans. Slavery has become quite profitable of late."

The looks on their faces when she mentioned the killing of children and slavery was priceless. Any good nature person could not openly stand by and watch defenseless children killed or orphaned. "We tried to help the children but not being a citizen of your planet...We were threatened with imprisonment. Imprisonment for helping children...imagine that. One official told us as we were leaving that any child standing with the protesters would be treated like a criminal. Poor children. Well fellas...we're sure some heroes will come to the aid of those children."

As she began walking away from the workers, she heard the old Khommite rally the workers together, it appeared the children were about to have heroes after all.

 

[Reverance]

Incite Riots among the general populace...in Heh'l City
[member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Venefica"]

"Do you have children?"

The Khommite was making it a habit of staring off into space, his energy being torn from him and replaced with despair and distraught and the implications of misery to come. Gabriel fed upon it, sustaining himself, as he pulled a cigarra from his flak jacket and patted down the remaining pockets for a lighter.

"Do you mind?" He smiled as he gestured towards the cigarra and waved it, as if asking for permission. The Khommite waved him on and he proceeded with lighting with a match stick, pulled across the texture of the desk. Leaning back, he pulled his knee up and folded it over his other leg.

"I had two children...a long time ago. They say a parent should never have to bury their children. The child is the expression of a parents immortality...to bury the child solidifies their mortality. I buried them in the snow."

"I...I have two children. Both of them do security work here in the capital building."

"Ahh..." He pulled on the cigarra, puffing with the corner of his mouth, before exhaling. "Modest means, I can appreciate that. You aren't concerned about their interactions with the rebellion, are you?"

"They were sent to the wafer facilities..." The voice of the official had become monotone, his eyes glassed over in the certainty of his own position. "They should be safe..."

​"Unless the rebellion is successful in its distraction...and they blow up the wafer facilities. Maybe you should send reinforcements."

The Khommite perked up at the notion, picking up the communications to pull defenses away from government facilities and towards the wafer factories. Gabriel smiled, beneath his cowl, as he approached the window and viewed the hacking attempts currently taking place, to break down the particle shielding around the structure.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Manufacturing Plants
Objective: Clear and secure
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Amaethon"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz2GVlQkn4Q​

(I'm impressed this hasn't been linked yet.)​

"W.. What's going on in the other plants? All I hear is gunfire! Is someone here? Are we under attack?" Inside one of the smaller plants were a couple of guards, all by their lonesome. They had no idea what was going on in the planet they resided, only that any communication they had was gone. The one speaking was clearly the paranoid of the three, terrified of his own shadow.

"Oh can it, this is the one time I can get some sleep. Workin the three jobs I do, jeeze. Sleezebags up top always get to sleep.." The 'hard worker'. This man was the busiest of the three, and probably the least caring. Working three jobs, he literally had no time for himself to sleep, rest, or anything of the like. So, here in the most abandoned of the factories, he would get his sleep.

"How much longer is this shift anyway?" The third, a normal sized man with a normal tone, was the 'normal' one of the trio. He worked just as average as he could, slept as average as he could, and cared as average as he could. He was not the worst, thus he would never get fired, and he was not the best, thus he would never get a promotion or a race. But he cared about that averagely, neither annoyed or uncaring.

"I've no idea. I mean, wait, what was that?"

"I said can it, I need to sleep."

"Oh, come with me now, I'm gonna show you how.."

All three would stand up as the soft voice was heard. Armed with nothing but their nightsticks, they would do their best to look calm. Green failed, Yellow was too tired to care, and red was.. Averagely scared and curious.

"W.. Who's out there!?"

The soft voice in the background that seemed to be having an issue singing a song correctly would be silent. However, the sounds of someone, something more like, running towards them from the darkness within the small rusty building was apparent. All three looked in the same direction, and turned to run. Only to find a red man standing there in rather unusual garb.

"I.. W.. You can't be in he-" His voice, tired as ever, was cut short as a saber found it's way through his neck. As he struggled to breath, a final thought went through his head. He could finally rest.

For the other two, panic was extreme. A blue saber in the hands of a stranger? What was this? What did this have to do with the other noises? "S.. Stay back! I.. I'll beat you!" Panic makes people do weird things. As it turns out, the most paranoid one of the trio turned out to be the strongest of heart. Running towards the stranger, he would bring his nightstick around, trying to tell his average friend to run.

Only his words never got out. Rather, his head was removed, along with part of the nightstick. They weren't lightsaber proof after all. "C.. Charlse! No!" There was something blooming within the average man, a feeling that was far from it. A want for revenge. A want, that would cause him to hesitate. Was this normal? As the saber went through his stomach, he would learn that it was normal to want revenge. And that, even at his death, he was still average.

Now dying an average death, the man would look over to see the red man begin to walk off, humming the song once more to himself. Only this time, he could hear it.

"Oh, come with me now. I'm going to take you do- Aha! That's how it goes." And so the most average man on this planet would die, having watched his killer finally get the song right.