Khomm With Me Now (OS Dominion of Khomm)

[Taeli Raaf]

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

Location: a cloning facility
Objective: Take it intact for the One Sith

Even as her team began to secure sections, sealing blast doors to isolate security, Taeli made her way to the central overseeing station to take command of the facility and capture the director of it. Stun bolts flew from the rifle she was cradling, knocking out two more guards as she made her way closer and closer.

"Team 2 encountering some resistance, but east wing cloning lab secured, my Lady," a voice said over her comlink. "Tanks undamaged and ready for us by the Sith once the facility is completely is secured."

"Team 1 encountering heavy resistance from automated defense turrets, slicers trying to take them, but someone knew what they were doing with these," the other squad commander said.

"Deal with them then, those can be easily replaced," she said, her scowl increasing as two more guards charged around the corner, a floating droid like an old interrogation droid in between them that was loaded with a blaster cannon and some sort of discharge weapon. Firing shot after shot at them, she took the guards down and ignited her lightsaber in one swoop to deflect the blaster fire from the droid. An arc of electricity lanced towards her, but twirling her saber, she caught the lightning and kept going to slice it clean in two.

One less obstacle in her way, and she had a word or two for the director of the facility.

 

[Ellie Mors]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70hIRnj9kf8[/media]​

Quietly she slid from the sheets, her strength slowly returning to her, and the abrupt shift in her senses towards that of touch and sound made her descent to the ground all the more difficult. It was as if simply sliding herself off from the bed gave the woman a sense of falling, and had her feet not made contact right away she was certain that she would have fallen. Generally she would have relied first and foremost on the force for detecting danger and such, but it was an entirely different beast to lose one's sight and rely on something currently so unreliable. The cane the hospital had provided was an insult and she discarded it without hesitation - regardless of her temporary need for such support. To walk with a crutch would be to admit failure, to admit anything less than being the apex of civilization - to deny her identity as a Sith Lord. Rather than walk upright and supported, Silara chose to feel her way down the halls, her hands occasionally making contact with the walls that she walked closely by, rather than be humbled by some guiding stick. The force would guide her. Perhaps the greatest issue with her lack of sight was that she was unable to see those coming towards her, to know what was up ahead, and more than once she walked head-long into another. It was such that she walked into the front lobby of the hospital, eyes wide and unblinking - silver and bright as ever, without noticing the Acolyte whom had arrived to accompany her to Khomm, the planet of which would be the location for a grand army of the Sith.

[member="Syss Rembala"]

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"We are NOT losing the patient!" The man shouted, not willing to argue further with the others. In the center of the room lay a pale, cold, corpse of a woman. Thirteen. "Going straight for three hundred." It continued this way for a short time, each time the man pressed his full weight against the woman's chest with two paddles, sending surges of electricity to jolt her to life. Each time he failed. Twenty. "Face it, the patient is dead. There's nothing more you can do, not without potentially rupturing the patient's heart. If you do that, then there's no way we won't get sued. Just let her go." The woman reasoned. Of course she had. Nurses, doctors, the hospital could care less about the risks involved with potentially saving a life, they only cared about the bottom line. A lawsuit would mean that bottom line was not met. Disgusting, yet fitting for the infamous Sith Lord who now lay dead, at the mercy of the will of the staff. The woman had turned to leave when the man, both doctors, raised the voltage of the paddles and pushed. "Clear!" Again he tried, and again he failed. Thirty-two. It was clear, now, there was no saving her. Not conventionally anyhow. "I am cutting an incision under the patient's chest." He said, desperate to keep his pay - equally anxious to keep his head on his shoulders.

Anyone who knew a lick of surgery, of the stability of the heart, they would know that massaging a patient's heart would only matter as they fell into cardiac arrest, that attempting to jolt the heart to life would only work prior to ten seconds after loss of pulse. But the man was heavily set on saving this woman - he knew the consequences of not doing so. "Clear!"

A single millimeter off, an ounce too much pressure, and Silara's heart would have burst and the man electrocuted. Perhaps it had been luck, or maybe a stroke of genius, but in any case the combined efforts he had employed jolted the woman's heart and restarted her pulse. None in the room could believe it, much less the man still holding the woman's heart. "Aortic Stenonis. Her allergic reaction to the Aspha caused an inflammation of the Aorta." The doctor explained breathlessly, in complete disbelief - in all likelihood she had been alive but barely, as if asphyxiation through the delivery of oxygen in her blood had slowly been setting in. Ten thousand times more painful than asphyxiating the throat. The jolt, the gentle pulsing squeeze, the two had relieved the inflammation to a degree while held up, and the further application of an anti-inflammatory drip ensured such. After stitching the incision shut and backing away, the only thing left for Silara would be the inevitable tidal wave of pain from the Aspha and her surgery - especially her full-body stand-still of blood for force knows how long. Thirty four seconds had passed since her pulse had no longer registered - likely some seconds prior to the asphyxiation had began - and now she was back. The surgery was complete, the staff left the room barren aside from her on the table, strapped on, and then she woke.

She screamed.

 

[Reverance]

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

"Property rights..."
"Where?" The Sith Lord's interest was piqued.
"Where do you want?"
"How about...the entire city. Give me digital and editing access to all the deeds within the city. Along with any information your office has towards the operation of private corporations. Including adjustable tax rates and subsidies."

"I...that's too much." The Khommite was tired and not really in the energetic mood for discussion. Gabriel turned towards the window and split the blinds once more. The particle shield was gone now, nothing in the way of access to the capital building beyond the emergency blast doors, to which the rebellion were now taking thermite plasma and detonators to. The Lord of Pain made a ticking noise with his tongue and teeth.

"Worth more than the value of your life?" He approached the desk, his fingers trailing against the polish. "Your destiny is rapping upon the door, Mr. Magistrate. You have the access to information and the capacity to quickly upload it. I want the entire reservoir pf information. Give me this...and I will protect you from the storm."

Gabriel pulled the datapad from his forearm and handed it to the man, capable of a one way uplink to the The Right Hand. "Enter the information for wireless access and initiate upload. Save yourself." It almost seemed like the Sith Lord was pleading with the man. Truth be told, even if given the information, Gabriel wasn't sure he was going to help this Khommite from the coming tide. Only time would truly tell...and the swing of his mood could be as wide as the ocean, depending on the sacrifice offered.

 

[Arage Bao]

Khomm was... boring, yes he supposed that was the right word to describe this world. It had taken him quite a while to properly extract the information needed, but in the end bare flesh did not react favorably to a cut edge. What Lorentz 47 had told him many things after a while, most of those things had made Akron yawn just a little bit.

Some of it was interesting though, cloning facilities, how intriguing; one of the few things that was worth checking out on this analytical world. How one can reach common consensus that their civilization had reached its pinnacle a couple of millenia back was beyond the Sith.

He thanked Lorentz with a red smile and then went off to visit one of these facilities. It could just give him the information, specimens and gear needed for his further research.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Darth Vashti"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

The Tempus Ardet shivered as its massive repulsorlifts engaged. Four hundred meters of bulk freighter, now bearing One Sith telesponder passcodes, ascended from the cloning facility. Its cargo, two hundred thousand clones, all mildly Force-sensitive, tainted the Force with fear and confusion. But they felt Selka's certainty, consciously or not. She allowed herself to become their anchor as she accelerated for orbit. As appeasement went, it was a paltry offering. Good thing she was almost certainly getting paid.

 

[Reverance]

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

The datapad was fluctuating, a bar across the screen gave semblance to the loading of information. Gabriel paced, continually feeding on the energy of the Magistrate, as he occasionally paused at the window. Explosions erupted, sending shivers down the Magistrates back, as the rebellion continued to carve away at the blast door. Each set was another punch against the forces, those within the building cowered at the certainty of their situation. "How much longer?"

"Should be done...now." The magistrate mumbled, his energy sapped to nearly the bone.

Gabriel walked over and picked up the datapad, placing it back against the arm restraint on his forearm. Fingers moved across the screen as he activated the comm link to the Immortal, high in orbit.

::How does the data look?:: The Sith Lord eyed the magistrate, who was currently sweating profusely. It was almost as if his very life currently rested on the integrity of the data sent into space.
::Everything seems to be good. We have the deeds and all metes and bounds, in digitized parcel format. We can redistrict the entire city, assume control of private organizations, and re-issue property as we see fit. We have complete infrastructure control::
::Good...good.::

Gabriel clapped, leaning against the desk. "Well done magistrate...you just sold out your entire city to save your own skin. Well done..." He stared long and hard at the magistrate, disgusted with the results he received, as his crimson eye bore down on the poor Khommite. On one hand, he was ordered to not kill any individuals on the planet. But on the other hand, the lack of honor in this individual disgusted him beyond reprieve. Pulling out his shotgun, holstered on the thigh, he fed 4 rounds into the magazine and another round into the chamber. He re-holstered the shotgun and looked back out the window. Soon enough, he would need to make a decision, and he was leaning towards leaving this man to his fate. After all, saving and protecting are such ambiguous and ubiquitous terms. It literally could mean anything.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Watch all hell break loose
Location: Administrative building
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Reverance"]

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A single person couldn't do much against a particle shield, but make that a thousand of slighted, fury-driven individuals, and every defense would fall in due time.

That time, it seemed, had come.

The Knight let herself be absorbed by the crowd for a few brief moments, her veins pulsing in sync with the beat of the wardrums, her ears filled with cries for revenge and blood. It was an ancient song that the Khommites roared that day, plucking at forgotten heartstrings buried in the heart of every man. It was like a trance, an ecstasy so sweet it was borderline painful as it washed over her body, making her lust for destruction even more. A red haze would cloud her mind at the heady feeling not a year ago, but now the woman was more experienced, and far too used to the thrill of death to be so easily swayed by it.

Once the chanting masses flooded the building, Vrag broke free again, grinding her teeth as she struggled to move against the current. She was half-tempted to let go as the screams rose to color the very air with the taste of chaos, but her will resisted the alluring smile of delirium, and the woman ended up on a roof again. In the heat of the moment, the grinning, breathless spectator retracted her visor and closed her eyes as her senses drowned in the unmitigated force of a rebellion.

It was beautiful.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Are We Still on That Riot B.S.?​

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

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Chaos was everywhere! Buildings had been gutted while some had the flicking tongues of flames dancing through ruined windows; and some still were being looted. The streets were littered rioters engaging the oppressive forces of the planet's security forces or lending encouraging voices to their fellow comrades-in-arms. She even seen two government officials on their knees being taunted by children with adults standing behind the kneeling men holding tar and feathers. She discovered herself laughing at that display.

The organization of the rioters was quite impressive. They seemed to set aside whatever differences they had in the past and focused on a common enemy, it was truly remarkable to see. It wouldn't be much longer before the government would recognize they were defeated, and a new government put into place.

 

[Darth Vashti]

Darth Vashti Darth Vornskr Selka Ventus

Location: a cloning facility
Objective: Take it intact for the One Sith

A volley of crimson blaster bolts would lance out at her. Vashti would swing her saber and bat them right back at the droids. The scent of charred metal and fried electronics filled the air.

Vashti would press forward, the thick plaits of her hair swinging around her shoulders and back as she would slash at the nearest droid. The crackling sound of sliced arms and droid torsos would clatter to the floor.

They were making progress. One step at a time.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: cloning facility
Objective: Take it intact

For another few minutes, she dealt with the guards and their droids while advancing closer and closer to the director's office. Her teams had secured most of the facility now, even taking control of the rest of the security systems so most of the security was trapped in blast door areas and the cloning tanks were secure.

Plunging her lightsaber into the door's lock, she broke into the office and looked at a Khommite that was sitting at a desk, a resigned expression on his face.

"Do you know why I'm here?" she asked, red blade still humming in her hand.

"Yes, get it over with," he simply said, not even rising from his chair.

"I'm not going to kill you," she laughed and his expression changed to surprise. "I just want you to work for us."

"Why should I do that?" he scoffed.

"Because we own this planet now, and your erstwhile allies have left you to the wolves," she replied calmly. "This can either be very profitable to you and your world, or we just take the facilities completely and your entire way of life changes . . . your call."

Silence filled the office for a few minutes before he sighed and said, "You have me at your disposal, my Lady. I shall order my men to stand down and turn their arms over to your commandos."

Activating her comlink as he did just what he said, you could always count on a Khommite to keep their word, she said, "Cloning facility Two secured for the Sith."

Darth Vashti Darth Vornskr Selka Ventus

 

[Reverance]

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

The Door opened in a frenzy as the riot charged into the office space. Awkwardly enough, the Magistrate suddenly found himself against the tide as Gabriel stepped back and looked towards the group. Then back towards the magistrate. A conflicted expression crossed his face as he tongued his cheek, tilting his head as he pulled the shotgun from the holster and aimed it at the magistrate. With a singular shot, he blew the computer and desk out, sending debris towards the rebellion and magistrate. Pumping the for-end and sending a shell towards the ground, he placed the weapon back in the holster. Approaching the rebellion, angry as they were, they recognized his clothes from those who helped incite the rebellion. Smiling, he pointed to the magistrate.

"That's the man you are looking for. In his frenzy to retain wafer control, he destroyed the factories, with little regard to your well-being. Thinking of nothing but himself, he attempted to bribe me with money and property to protect him. In awe..." He feigned shock. "I told him no. If you are angry about your circumstance...it is likely his fault. Take it up with him...I will not stop you. I offer only my indifference in support of current predicament. The One Sith will aid in reconstruction of the facilities." He said with a sideways glance towards the Magistrate. Sometimes, when you make a deal with the devil, things don't always go your way. The magistrate backed against the corner, between a wall and his massive library, as the group of angry Khommites parted around Gabriel. He made his way from the facility and out of the capital building, not staying long enough to discern the fate of the Magistrate. His phantoms followed him in line, as they were anxious to leave this place as well. Walking out, he turned to them, and smiled.

"Well done."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Sing
Location: Small town Factory
Allies: [member="Darth Valtryx"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbjAcmNWX-Y​

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Something, not human, watched the red man and the female. They were talking, speaking about.. Fun? Huh. The red man had turned to the girl, offering some sort of bow. Only he had taker her hand in his own and kissed it. Of course, there was still the average man, soon to die from a fatal wound to his stomach. It would take a rather long time for him to die. But.. He was reaching for something. A low growl escaped from the creature within the shadows.

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"Forgive me, but I felt it best if we make sure the seemingly empty areas were just that. Can't have a trap sprung on the rest, right?" The singing man's voice filled the ears of the most Average man ever. Still breathing, he watched the two monsters chat. What.. What were they? How could they be so calm about killing people? Then he coughed. Blood splattered over his chest as he struggled to stand. He was, however, ignored by the one known as Ferus. They just think I'm dead meat. Worth nothing, not even a thought. This is where the average man stopped being so average. His friends, his life, none of it meant anything to these beings. They were not gods, how could they just stand there! No, they were going to pay.

The blaster! There was a blaster the three had for extreme emergencies. This seemed like a good enough time. Reaching over, he would try to get the gun, it only a few inches from his finger tips. Until a growl came from the shadows. His eyes would turn from hate and anger to pure fear as he turned his gaze. From the shadows a black figure, cat in nature, pounced upon his form. Pinning him underneath it's massive weight, it's large fangs would find itself close to his face. Fear was overwhelming, and the man could only scream and press his hands upwards.

This was when something.. Odd happened. The cat flew backwards. Blinking slowly, the man would push himself up slowly to see where the shadow went, only to find a saber to his neck. Turning his green gaze over, he looked up to see Ferus with his pale blue saber pointing right for him. "Where did you learn how to do that?" Do what? His eyes quivered with fear as he stared at the red man, but his anger would slowly flow back. He was going to die, no matter what now, but why?

"W.. What the kark gives you the ability to choose who lives and who dies!? We're not pawns! We're peop-" He was cut short as the heat of the saber singed his chin. Blue eyes narrowed, but eventually he would crouch down, peering directly at the man. "You're angry, aren't you? Well, that's only natural. This is war, this is what happens. If you can't handle war, well. Let me show you how." A blink came from the average man as the blue saber came down from his neck. War? How to handle it? "W.. What do you me-" His sentence was cut short as the world went black. What ever was going to be in store for him, well. He would learn when he awoke.

 

[Syss Rembala]

The Umbaran Acolyte lowered her head upon seeing her Master enter the lobby. A feeling of respect, though a different than the one she immediately felt when in presence of a Sith Lord or Knight, invaded her provoked by the strength of her Master even after going through such a procedure.

It was quickly that the Acolyte realized her Master hadn't noticed her, she was blind and the Force was not stable enough to be reliable now a days so she wasn't surprised, "Master..." She greeted, her voice full of respect and submission, lacking that full-of-confidence and rather devilish tone that she usually used when speaking to others, she also sounded duller compared to her most normally heard alluring voice.

She stood right were she was, awaiting for her Master to order her as she may, her head still slightly lowered even if the Sith Lord couldn't see this gesture.

[member="Silara"]

 

[Amaethon]

Location: Manufacturing Sector, Khomm
Objective: Secure factories

"Area secured'" rasped Amaethon over the comm link. His section was taken care of and he stood in the mouth of an alleyway. A single trooper covered him, the rest were otherwise assigned.

[member="Darth Ferus"]