Khomm With Me Now (OS Dominion of Khomm)

[Minna]

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

"You going to take this seriously?" Valtryx smirked, coming from behind Krest after clearing out her own room of worthless security. Already she had experienced the advantages of her new body, even if it was only against under-equipped guards. Soon though, she felt that wouldn't be the case. Surely they had more than a few petty baton wielders? She hoped so anyway, or else this whole venture would be no fun at all.

"Hopefully we get a bit more resistance..." She said, voicing her opinion. Stopping beside Krest, she looked sideways at him and maintained her smile. It hadn't been long ago since they last fought together, the Stygium Heist to be precise, but this time she felt closer to him. They were a driving force, and it seemed as though nothing could stop them.

Well, maybe she was getting carried away. But who could blame her? She had become stronger, expanded her mind and found herself a partner. What could go wrong from there?

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Riot!
Location: Everywhere
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]

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Sedition wasn't exactly her specialty, but she was always willing to adapt and learn new things if they had a purpose. This time, talking her mouth off actually had one, as unbelievable as it seemed, and when the angry mob poured out of the bar and to the streets, Vrag was grinning like a content cat.

Tell a man that his favorite food is gone, and he'll be pissed. But tell a man that his only food is gone, and that wrath will assume epic proportions capable of intimidating a government. Combine that with a world like Khomm, where challenging the status quo was unheard of, and you can be sure that all those officials in their cushy chairs had no idea how to deal with the uprising.

There had been no warning, no general unrest in weeks prior; there was only complete and utter pandemonium, the pockets of rioters coming together to form ever bigger groups that easily overpowered the guards. The Khommite hadn't seen a change in their routine in more than a thousand years, and were as such completely unequipped to react properly when it finally came down to it.

As the Knight walked the thrashed roads in the wake of the rebellion, she could see the trademark signs of a people gone wild. With the sort of repressed system they'd been living in, it was no wonder, really. The Sith had simply coaxed out what was already boiling under the surface, setting free a horde of caged animals. Now, the beast would finally turn on its master.

Damn, where did I put that popcorn again?

 

[Reverance]

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

::Send more forces to the wafer facilities...::
::What about the capital building at Heh'l City?!?::
::We have it on a good authority that the wafer facilities are the prime target...::
::But we haven't seen anything yet at the facilties.::
::That's what they want you to think. The moment you drop your guard, that's when they'll strike...::
::But...::
::Just send everyone we have! Protect the food source.::

The official hung up the communications and dialed into the security audio for the capital building...

::Keep them busy and distracted with the capital building. Use riot guns and rubber slugs. We will deploy rubber pellet explosive defenses if needed.::

He hung up the phone as Gabriel approached him, unwrapping a wafer and placing it in front of him. The official picked it up and began chewing on it, wiping sweat from his brow and Gabriel approached the window. Glancing up towards towards that lined the shielding, he saw sparse defenses that were beginning to fire rubber slugs and tear gas into the rebellion. That's gonna make them mad, he thought, as he wiped the grin from his face and walked back over to his chair.

"Have I ever told about a rebellion I put down, many years ago, when I worked as a mercenary for a band of...rebellion deterrents?" The official shook his head, not in the least bit surprised. Gabriel was digging in even deeper, his claws wrapped nearly around the mans soul. He could feel the fear and anxiety and fed on it. "Well, it was much like this...but I wasn't in your position, nothing of such integral responsibility. I was merely an enforcer...a specialist if you will. Let me tell you about it..." He smiled, a devils grin, as he continued to distract the official with stories: some conjured, some real, and he continued to smoke his cigarra at his leisure.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Riots...Riots...Riots​

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

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A cold and calculated smile crept upon the face of Sith Knight when she saw another potential place to incite riots. An education building. All students believed they wanted to rebel against authority but never could muster the courage to do so. She would be their courage. Frantically she ran toward the middle of the campus and began screaming at the top of her lungs. Most was incoherent gibberish meant to grab their attention. "The...the security forces have declared martial law. They are rounding up anyone they suspect to be spies...and they are heading this way!" She began to whip her head around looking for something to use as a weapon, and found a stone.

"This is Coruscant all over again!" By now she had drawn a crowd of people around her. They began to ask her questions about what happened on Coruscant. "What happened!? The man was what happened! First they went after the impoverished then the workers...and finally the students! Those that tried to remain neutral were the first to be detained. It's happening all over again." She reached out and brushed the minds of a few students planting the seeds of fear and they to began to panic and join in her rant. "We can't let them take us!" Once again she brushed the minds of others planting the seeds of rebellion. "We need to defend ourselves...we need to stand together. Oh no....here they come."

A small detachment of security from the University came out of the building to investigate what was going on. Darth Venefica threw the stone at them and charged one of the guards. The guard grabbed her, only because she allowed him to do so, and pushed her back. Using a little acting, she fell to the ground hard and began to feign crying. Suddenly and without warning, the student body erupted into a full scale riot.

 

[Darth Vashti]

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

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

Darth Vashti would come from behind the group of One Sith cut in half to be used for slicing and the other to protect against the Khommites.

As all would prepare for the alarms to bring in opposition, the Mirailan would palm her saber hilt into her hand. Thick plaited braids of brown black hair would swing across her back and shoulders as she would ignite the red saber.

While the Force certainly felt as if it were off, that didn't mean that they only relied on it by itself. The hum of the hot orange red shaft of plasma would blaze brightly, casting shadows upon the olive hued tattooed visage of the Doctor made Darth.

She had an interest in the cloning facilities as well to further her own research; she would ensure with everything she had that they would turn into One Sith hands.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Riot...huh...what is good for? Everyone!​

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

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She didn't believe in coincidence, but standing a in front of her was one of the most magnificent structures she ever saw to aid her n this quest; and one filled with people always looking to rebel against authority. A prison. This was all to easy. With a few mind tricks here and a few planted suggestions there, she stood at the main controls with a lone finger hovering over the button that would release the inmates back into society. It probably wasn't the best idea she had knowing that at some pointe once the planet fell under the rule of the One Sith, they would have to hunt these prisoners down and return them back. But that would be excitement for another time.

"Listen up," she began speaking into the prison's communication system, "For to long you have been imprisoned for crimes that you may or may have not done. But we do not care about that! We...and we alone hold the key to your freedom. Times are changing...and with change comes clemency! Your fellow citizens need your help...their enemy...your enemy is the system itself."

Her finger hovered over the release button as she added, "Go forth...and make us proud." With the pressing of the button, she incited a prison riot that would eventually spill out into the streets.

 

[Reverance]

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

He exhaled out the cigarra smoke and rested it on the table, still cindering and smoking. The haze lifted lazily through the air, sucked through the ventilation and filtered outside. It held hints of caramel and chocolate, between the savory smells of clover and earth. "I was called to the planet to cease an uprising. We get into a combat situation and were in the pits for weeks on end. We're talking trenches, return fire, gutter disease and sickness, the works..." The official leaned forward, obviously interested. "We finally corner what remains of the forces against a large plateau, vertical rise, no way out. Well, the captain, he tries to escape and impales himself on barbed wire. For metes and bounds, of course. Gets all tangled in it, eviscerates himself, nothing to gawk at." The Sith Lord was hand over hand gesticulating, trying to get the imagery across.

"But he..." Gabriel paused. "He didn't plead for his life. He pleaded for the lives of his men, the ones who had been captured. So you know what I did next?" The official shook his head, his interest apparent, as his jowls vibrated against the inertia. Gabriel had long removed his hood, the taint of his essence was conjured into the very fiber of this Khommite. His right hand, holding the cigarra, made a gun shape that pressed against the temple. "I walked every officer out in the field and executed them in front of the commander. And then, when I was done with that, I executed him." Gabriel clicked his thumb and exhaled, placing the cigarra in his mouth.

"It wasn't a matter of what I wanted to do. It was a matter of what needed to be done. You see...when someone demands something of you, you destroy it, to prove the absence of it's worth. After I made that display, the uprising diminished in the face of my cruelty. With the death of thousands, I saved millions."

The Khommites eyes were glass, but the understanding was there, as he titled his head. "Do...you think we should destroy the wafer factories?"

"Do you have bulk storage to last the reconstruction process?" That was a helluva a conclusion to jump to. Quite earnestly, Gabriel was expecting to have to jump through hoops to get to this point.

"Yes!"

"Well, that might be your answer then." The Khommite official paused for a moment of thought, before picking up the phone once more. But for Gabriel, he understood the most important fact: For those rebelling for the wafers, this would be a sure fire declaration of war. The official was practically signing his own death warrant.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Riotses? :3
Location: Chilling on a rooftop with popcorn and binoculars (and a scoreboard)
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Reverance"]

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Actually, she didn't hate the little people quite as much as she'd thought. In fact, they'd grown on her in these past hours, what with all their tragic histories and pent-up frustrations. It was almost too easy, really. The whole city of Heh'l was one giant ticking bomb just ready to blow, and all they did was prod it in the right direction. Instead of going off at some fictitious time in the unknown future, the whole mass of the Khommite would be brought in front of the capital building.

Nothing quite like a concentrated explosion.

The very thought almost brought tears of joy to her eyes, and the Knight swallowed a bout of maniacal laughter in favor of communing with the rest of their agents spread out across the city. She spoke into her mouthpiece between generous mouthfuls of popcorn, checking in with the various Sith that had taken to the streets in order to speed things along a bit.

With her vantage point and the holo-layout projecting from her wristband, the woman was more than equipped to direct them to points of interest. Since Darth Venefica had already called shotgun on the schools, Vrag opted for the next-best thing; the public sector. No class of society was as repressed, as frustrated as the bureaucrats working from morning to noon in their little, little cubicles. It was a veritable breeding ground for unresolved anger issues, and the Sith would be more than happy to lend their extensive psychiatric skills. After all, a good portion of them had first-hand experience with the work the good doctors did.

No need to mention on which side of the bars their visits usually ended.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The battle was ferocious, the Khommites unwilling to give up their precious cloning technology to the invading strangers, and who could blame them? They had come from the stars in great numbers, and unloaded their faceless hordes whose fury was built with iron, and lightning, and fire. Who could stand up against such unbridled power? The furious hate that clogged the air thick with sulfur, and that left scorched and broken bodies in it's wake. It had been like this for years, ever since the Sith announced their return and attacked Coruscant, there had been none who could match up with their resolve, stand firm in the face of their hate, or hold back the floods of their numbers. They were a plague of locusts, and they would not stop until all that was green before them was devoured by the swarm, not until their enemies bent like reeds against a blackness that blotted out the sun of life.

Vornskr hungered for that eventual conclusion, and if slaughtering these hapless Khommites brought himself further to that end, then he would do so with glee. A Khommite squad burst forth from an adjacent room directly ahead of the Sith Lord, and for a moment tore deeply into the Blackblade column in the sudden chaos. The Lord merely laughed, and began a bee-line charge with his lightsaber blade exploding into life, bathing his surroundings in a fiery glow. While the Force did not serve him obediently as it did before, he did not need it to cut through these gutter trash, and with a great lunge he began to reap his harvest. Wide, yet swift chops of his blade severed limbs from their bodies, and cut through their armor, flesh, and bone like it was nothing. Soon the small skirmish was over, and Vornskr stood alone amid a pile of bisected corpses, drawing in the violence of their deaths to fan the flames of his hatred.

His focus on the aftermath of the fight was taken away as Commander Hakam returned to his Lord's side, and relayed new developments. "Milord, the Khommite positions are retreating into the facility's core, and the Khommite overseer has barricaded himself within the central offices." Tricksy little Khommites, willing to drudge it out to the bitter end before even considering surrender, there was something to admire there, perhaps their dedication. However; in the end it would be for naught, in the end Vornskr would get what he came here for, and the Khommites would suffer all the same.

"Advance forward positions, and make sure to take him alive, Commander, he has the knowledge that the Dark Lord craves, and it would be disastrous for you if he ended up dead."

[member="Reverance"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Selka Ventus"]
[member="Darth Vashti"]

 

[Reverance]

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

"If you could...would you have done it differently?"

"Done it differently?"

"Yes. The rebellion that you stopped. Would you have done it differently, if you could have, if you knew it would yield the same results?"

"No." He smiled as he pulled on the cigarra once more and paused. He was feeling young and enthusiastic. The Khommite magistrate was truly something special, to be so well fed on optimistic energy. But the bags beneath his eyes had turned into deep pits of black and the wrinkles on his face were becoming more pronounced. The force had been acting strangely as of late, but even now, he felt it thrive within him. Veins throbbed with energy, the mind raced, the Sith Lord felt like running a marathon. One would dare say that he felt giddy. "I live my life free of regrets and free of compromise. There is an expectation to always take the path of avoidance and minimization. But those who would make such declarations have never been in a position of leadership...not a true one, not like myself and definitely not like you. Living in the limelight, history will look back and wonder whether you made the right choice here today, I have no doubt."

He tongued the side of his mouth, feigning the notion that he was actually coming up with the words on the spot. He had spoken these terms before. And while they may have occurred in different diction or even language, the message was all the same. "You've always known that you would do something important with your life. These laborers, they hired me, but I was destined to help you in this time of need. I didn't know it before..." He placed his right hand over his chest, cigarra smoking to a nub. "But I know it now." He leaned on the desk. "They will remember the times when you put your foot down and said 'no.' I've always learned that no matter what you do, do it with confidence and certainty. So..." He pushed away from the desk, his posture applying emphasis on the phone. "What do you do? Do you kowtow to the demands or do you say 'No,' and remind the populace as to why you were elected to this position?" He pressed his hand against the phone and slid it towards the magistrate, who was evidently buying into the schpeel and drinking it up like water from a hose.

"Just remember...live your life without regrets." Because I don't imagine you'll be around much longer to regret as it is, thought the Sith Lord. In the background, Gabriel could hear the fire of weapons and sounds of sizzling Khommite running against the particle shield. He wondered, how the rebellion would react, to the decimation of their food supplies, a thing already rumored to be threatened in the first place.

 

[Caulder Dune]

HEH'L CITY
MANUFACTURING DISTRICT

FACTORY: II

"Khomm belongs to the Khommites!"
"Not really."

The factory worker, who had decided it was in his best interest to take up arms against the invading Sith, leveled his blaster pistol at Adekos. It was an old, outdated sidearm. It wasn't as if Khomm's industrial laborers could afford much else. This disgruntled gun enthusiast had probably been counting down the days until he finally got to use it. After all, planets like Khomm hardly generated a lot of crime. Genetically identical populace without the capacity for original thought tended to do that. In this sense, the Khommites were much like droids, only far less useful and more prone to failure.

Such as now, when one of them pulled a blaster pistol on a Dark Jedi who already had his lightsaber ignited.

A crimson bolt sprang forth from the pistol and a similarly crimson saber moved up to deflect it. Deflection of blaster bolts always produced an interesting sound. Satisfying, even. It was even more satisfying when followed by the sound of that same blaster bolt slamming into the chest of the individual who fired it. The Khommite hardly had any time to process what was happening before he slumped to the side and subsequently fell over, dead. The threat of the one worker who decided to stay behind and stand his ground eliminated, Adekos deactivated his lightsaber, just in time for the Storm Commando lieutenant to make his way over.

"Sir?"
"Search the rest of the factory, make sure there aren't any others. We'll be moving on from here soon."
"Right away, sir."

Business as usual.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: "Ollie, what's going on out there?" "Riots" "Thanks Ollie"​

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

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Walking through the streets in the middle of the riots, she felt very good about her accomplishments. The citizens did not only rise above her expectations, they were actually making a difference. The government would be to busy exhausting their resources to properly defend themselves against the Sith invasion. Once the Sith took control of Khomm, order would be installed and the citizens would reap the benefits of an organized government who would see to their needs; and for once feel secure. They would view the One Sith as their saviours and any attempts by the Pubs to oust them from Khomm would be viewed as warmongers.

There was one more place she wanted to visit, a place where true oppression laid in Khomm. The run-downed district that housed the minority of aliens viewed as bottom feeders. If she could bring them into the fold, the citizens of Khomm would be a united front against their government. The greatest tool she now wielded was propaganda.

"We can sympathize with your struggles. You feel the citizens have shoved you to the side or looked down upon you as if you were inferior to them. But that was never the case. The government has played both sides like fools. They controlled you...they manipulated you...and they pitted you against one another. Right now even as we speak...the citizens...your brethren have rebelled against the oppressive government. They fight for freedom from oppression...they fight for equality which includes you. They have seen through the lies...and you must too."

She paused to listen to the various comments that was fluttering through the crowd of people. Hooked. "They fight for you! They fight for every species! But they cannot do this on their own. Would you sit back and let them fight your battles? No! You are better than that. Show them they are not alone in this...show them your support...and most of all, show them that there is no segregated cultures...that there is only one culture...one name that refers to all citizens...Khommites! You are all Khommites....and only as united Khommites will victory be yours!"

And with that...she brought the down-trodden into the mix.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Insurrection (I'll be running out of synonyms soon at this rate)
Location: Still on that rooftop
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]

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With all the war Vrag had tasted in these past months, it was no wonder that she'd drawn some conclusions. After all, still being around after all was said and done meant you did something right, and if you wanted to continue in that vein, you had to figure out what exactly 'right' was. Since keeping score while watching the Khommite kill each other wasn't exactly mentally taxing, the Knight set to analyze all she had learned right there on that sweet vantage spot.

There had been a lot of killing, especially in the form of a chaotic melée, and the woman had come to realize that her favored lightsaber form wasn't very useful in that situation. It was quite saddening, really, but it was true nonetheless, and it had spurred her to broaden her training somewhat. Dueling was all well and fine until you got kicked out of a dropship in the middle of an invasion; that's the part no amount of practice in an isolated environment could prepare you for. Now, Vrag had seen some shit even before joining the Sith, but wholesale slaughter was something new even for her experienced eyes.

The carnage itself wasn't even all that jarring, and the firrerreo was more concerned about her ability to fare in such large-scale fights rather than their consequences. It's why she'd tactically removed herself from the streets when the shit started hitting the figurative fan — the analogy of the Khommites and the particle shield came to mind all too easily — and was quite content coaxing the rebellious citizens towards the administrative building from afar.

The vast reserves of popcorn she'd brought with had in no way influenced her decision, naturally.

 

[Reverance]

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

::What do you mean, blow up the facility?::
::Under the State of Emergency Act, I am assuming control of the private facilities within the city districts. That includes government subsidized wafer factories. In an effort to deter the enemy, I want you to blow up the facilities!::
::But Sir! What about the food stores?!?::
::We have production storage for 4 years for the entire population, on rations. This will remind them who holds the true power.::

There was a pause on the line as Gabriel participated in the conversation vicariously through the magistrate. The expression on the other individuals face would be priceless and he silently mourned the fact that he couldn't be there to see it. Ashing the cigarra on the table, burning a black ring into the glossy finish, the magistrate seemed to be entirely unmoved by the act. "Tell them to target the compression vats and use thermite plasma to target the foundation skeletons of the buildings. That should be enough to cause a proper destruction of the facilities." Like a proper parrot, a puppet on unbroken strings, the magistrate repeated the words across the line.

::Use thermite plasma for the foundational skeleton and blow up the compression vats for wafer production...just use standard explosives for it. Ring me back when it's finished::

He hung up the phone and Gabriel walked around the desk, patting him on the back. "You've done the right thing...Sir." He spoke with a smile and small talk ensued for a few moments as the noise on the outside continued to increase, random sounds of shotguns and pellet explosives rang out. Screams and wails continued into the sound around the capital resonated with a vibration followed by a booming explosion. And then, everything was quiet...and then everything was loud. Communicators started ringing and soon enough, not even the guards and shielding would be able to protect this place.

And then...the phone rang. The task was done. But things were just starting to get interesting.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: The Safe Word is...Riot​

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

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Her work was nearly done. But for now she wanted to spectate all that was going on around the city. So sitting on a park bench she watched the rioters destroy government sponsored establishments and engage the security forces. The security forces seem to be inciting the citizens with every flex of their muscle. The citizens grew more agitated with every citizen man handled by the authorities. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

She smiled when her eyes caught the old factory worker slam down a security officer and in turn knocked to the ground by another. She began to laugh as she saw the woman whom she met with her husband riding the back of another security officer, clawing at him and screaming obscenities. So unlady like.

Men dressed in prison garments were fighting along the side of citizens and some of the down-trodden aliens, forcing their enemy to back peddle into a corner; where they were bludgeon repeatedly. Today was a good day.

 

[Amaethon]

Allies: [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Krest"]
Objective: Secure factory district

From the comm chatter, the Manufacturing District was close to being secured. Amaethon had left behind four troopers to guard a locked room full of helpless workers. He wouldn't take chances, and besides, the private security was lazy and inept. Amaethon could probably have taken the district himself if it wouldn't have taken so much time.

He moved down the block with the remaining eight from the detachment.

 

[Caulder Dune]

HEH'L CITY
MANUFACTURING DISTRICT

FACTORY: III

For the past two times, the entrances to the factories had been left wide open and were abandoned. This time was different. Now they were barred shut and a small group of armed Khommites blocked the way. Some were armed, mostly with old scavenged weapons and improvised melee weapons. Others just looked really agitated and wanted to pummel someone to death with their fists. Not a wise course of action by any means, but such was the way of these diminutive clone creatures. One of the Storm Commandos raised his weapon to open fire, but lowered it at the gesture of Darth Adekos.

"Gentlemen," the Umbaran called to the Khommites. "If you would be so kind as to disperse, I would greatly appreciate it."

Silence. A few raised weapons.

"Oh. Well, negotiations aren't working. Open fire."

And so the Khommites were opened fire upon by the Storm Commandos present. Those that charged forward to meet Adekos in melee combat only found themselves falling under his blade, their crude implements halved by his elegant Makashi strokes. They fell under an assortment of light jabs, wounded but not dead in a strange act of mercy. Adekos wanted them to tell their friends how fortunate they were to have survived and glorify the mercy of the Sith. Those that fled were permitted to do so, provided they dropped their weapons during their flight. A few of them moved to surrender, but Adekos had a strict "no prisoners necessary policy." The ground around them was shot up until they fled as well.

"Nasty business. Leave the wounded where they are, search the rest of the factory."
"Yessir."

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Revolt
Location: Descending... the Vrag way™
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Reverance"]

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There was only so much popcorn you could eat while wearing plate armor, and the Knight was beginning to regret putting that limit to the test. Her heart was nearly torn apart when she left a whole carton of popcorn on that roof, virgin and untouched, but her stomach could take no more. With one last longing sigh, the Sith bid the snack goodbye and sped down the flights of stairs and out onto the street, doors and all. The technique, Vrag had discovered, had been but a diamond in the rough when she'd first used it on Manaan, but the trying times now upon the Galaxy had given the woman plenty of opportunity to polish it to perfection.

The Khommite were swarming towards the administrative building in untold masses, packed so tight on the narrow streets that it was almost like gliding on turbulent waters. If she had a boat and an oar, it could be called rafting; however, the Knight lacked those two items. Rather, her boots were firmly planted on another piece of paraphernalia, one more commonly associated with tanned bodies, gleaming muscles and all-around wetness. No, that isn't a sport.

The firrerreo was door surfing. Or, as she liked to call it, Doorfing©.

Ignoring the protests of the rioters below, she shot forward and towards the focal point of the rebellion, propelled by momentum and the concert-going skills of the Khommite sea below. The door she was using this time wasn't particularly heavy or reinforced by steel, so they really had nothing to complain about. They should've seen the door she'd used in Rendili! Now then, that would be cause for distress and anger. The piece of wood she was riding now, though? She could lift if with one hand.

It was no wonder, really, that the One Sith had to give them that final push; the people of Khomm were as gutless as a monocellular organism, only spurred into action when the Galaxy's greatest enforces came along. Oh, well. The rebellion had gone over surprisingly well, so the seeds must have been there all along. Vrag and her comrades had just helped them see the light. They were benefactors, really. Always so misunderstood. It was a terrible fate, but the Sith proudly suffered beneath its weight, shouldering the thankless duty of being everyone's scapegoat and thriving despite of it.

Welcome to the fold, the woman grinned as she jumped off in the main square, gleefully joining in on the efforts to bring down the shield. Public lynching was only a few breaths away, and Vrag could hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of witnessing the phenomenon first-hand.

 

[Darth Vashti]

Location: A cloning facility
Objective: Take it without any damages to it
[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Whatever would come, Vashti was at the ready. She had more of an inkling of what was going on now. For example, upon returning to One Sith space from Voss, she knew there were other rifts and portals.

The closest one was on Coruscant. But there were others.

Now, however, the order to advance was upon them, ordered by the Dark Lord's Voice.

And advance they would.

Leading the path, Vashti was determined to secure these facilities for her advancement as much as for science.

 

[Reverance]

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

"Eh, It looks like you've only made them madder..."

"What do you mean? I thought you said that would work!"

Gabriel laughed and scratched the scar over his eye, removing himself from the window. Outside, the rebellion was picking up and based off their enthusiasm, it seemed they were just about through the particle shields. The men in the watch towers were trying to assist with the deconstruction of the shields. After all, the magistrate has destroyed the food stores for them as well. Hell hath no fury, as they say. The Sith Lord sat down and tongued that spot in his mouth, just between the front row of his teeth and his bottom lip.

"Honestly, what did you expect? You just blew up the food factories because the laborers were worried about a food shortage and concerned about the prospect of rationing."

"But you said it was about wages..."

He laughed again as he waved the magistrate to his seat. The Khommite was exhausted, energy pulled from the core by Gabriel and his capacity to consume essence. The Lord of Pain, on the other hand, was feeling as fresh as every.

"You see, Magistrate, I lied. I wasn't hired by the laborers or anything like that. I orchestrated this portion of the rebellion for the sole purpose of ruining your day and life. Why? I think the better question is why not? Until we got here, everything balanced upon shaky truce between you and the laborers. We merely..." He stood up and wobbled the desk. "Shook things up a bit."

He circled the desk, picking the remains of the wafer off the desk, before leaning against the wooden furniture, unusually close to the magistrate. He crumpled the cracker into pieces, crumbs falling upon the floor. "Now, what you need to ask yourself is this: What happens next? Let me answer. Those shields are gonna last for a few more minutes tops. When they come running through that door, what will I say? I'll tell them that I tried to stop you. I did my best to urge you away from destroying the facilities, but you wouldn't listen to reason. And they'll believe me before they believe you...because you shot your credibility out the window the moment you ordered the facilities destroyed. So...last question: What are you going to give me, to keep me from speaking such harsh words?" He chuckled and patted the Khommite on the shoulder before leaning away from the desk and pacing towards the window. "And I would be quick about it, Magistrate, you don't have much time..."