Killteam (Dominion, Chiloon and Irn, Round 2)

[Cedric Grayson]

"It's a leader's responsibility to shoulder both the good will, and the ire of his people. You can't have one without the other." The words were spoken before the speaker arrived.

It seemed as if reality itself was rendered undone. The air a few paces away from Adron grew bloated and warped, before ripping itself apart in a silent, violent, and quite temporary manner. The figure that stepped forth from the midnight tear was clad in light robes the color of starlight, a long double blades lightsaber hanging freely from his belt. The man's face was swathed in the same shadow that had foretold of his coming, though he carried himself proudly rather than some lecherous creature that hid in the dark for safety as one might expect.

"Adron Malvern. I'd meant to speak with you sooner, but events prevented my coming until now," a fist thumped against his chest, "I am the Master of Shadows, and I have come to aid you."

A gloved hand gestured toward Malvern's companion. "Leave us. You may pester the count once I've finished."

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

dubz

 

[Adron Malvern]

{9}
Location: Real Space over Irn.
Objectives: Oversee the reclamation of Irn, Investigate Darius' intrusion.
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Darius Sedaire"]

The Force shifted violently as time and space were forced to bend under the will of another. Turning to face this anomaly Adron took a step back, caution guiding his movements as his hand rested upon the hilt of his pristine lightsaber. "Get back." He ordered the men surrounding the rift. As the rift came to a climax it presented a being swathed in a layer of shadows empowered by The Force. Pulling his weapon from it's place on his hip Adron ran his thumb over the activation pad. The pure, white, blade sprung from the hilt, a soft buzz echoing from the emitter as it came to life.

Soldiers within the hanger moved to surround the intruder, his words falling on deaf ears to all but Adron. Holding his blade to the side the Count held up an open hand, his palm facing the man. "Hold fire." He ordered, curiosity getting the best of him.

Again the man spoke, this time Adron's response was not as tempered as the first. "Do not move. Who are you and why are you on my ship?" He asked, no great deal of patience built into his words.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Weapons pointed his way.

Unpleasant.

Leather-bound fingers stretched forth to the young count. The boy-king was less grizzled than The Voidwalker would have expected. Going by age, he and the youth were not far from one another, though each carried great purpose in their actions. Great purpose, and great strife.

"I have already told you. I am the Master of Shadows: The Voidwalker. In a past life, before you ever rose to power, I served the Dominion and its progenitors. We are brothers by that account." The fingers flexed. Patterns within the great ocean shifted along with the muscles, and with it came the twisting of perception. Such energies twisted toward Adron's weapon, working to short-circuit the flow of energy and douse the blade.

"I've come to speak with you on matters of the force. Matters far greater than those of state, at least for the time being." His arms folded about his chest. "I would appreciate it if you called your men off. I'll be fighting alongside them soon. I'd rather they didn't want to kill me before that day comes."

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

{10}
Location: Real Space over Irn.
Objectives: Oversee the reclamation of Irn, Investigate Darius' intrusion.
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Darius Sedaire"]

A low hiss escaped Adron's weapon as the blade diminished. He glanced over the weapon before returning his gaze to Darius. "Do not test my patience, you'll find it's not as endless as you may suspect." He threatened.

The soldiers surrounding the man made a slow advancement, the threatening clink of binders could be heard as they mulled over detaining the man. "Stop." Adron's voice echoed out over the deck, bringing the soldiers to a halt. "Do not make me regret this." He muttered, his voice holding a measure of uncertainty.

"Stand down. Return to your duties." His words were met with expressions of confusion and uncertainty. "I won't repeat myself." He stated, causing his soldiers to lower their weapons and slowly step back from the situation. Returning his lightsaber to his hilt the Count turned back to the Prime Minister and his own guards. "Take the Prime Minister to the main deck. See that he gets some warm tea and a meal. After that get a thorough debriefing from him."

An echoed, "Yes sir," came from each of the men before they escorted the man away.

Rubbing the stubble that had yet again begun to plague his chin Adron returned his attention to this "Master of Shadows."

"Were it not for the unsettling presence you leave in the Force I would have had you thrown into a cell with mental inhibitors. Now, what do you want? No more riddles, what is this matter of the Force that needs my specific attention?" He asked.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

A low, rumbling laugh rolled outward from the folds of the Voidwalker's cloak. He gave the soldiers the slightest of nods as they made their departure. At the very least, they seemed protective of their lord. That was more than other men afforded their noblemen; perhaps the boy-king was more than his appearance suggested.

Of course he was.

"You would have failed," the Voidwalker quipped, a hint of good humor on the edge of his words. Slowly as not to aggravate Adron, he strolled over toward the count. "Riddles make things more interesting. It was part of my training before taking this station; being cryptic, I mean." A snicker followed, though his tone had been entirely serious.

"I need you to trust me, and while I know you most certainly do not want to, it is a chance you'll need to take." A gloved hand was held outward toward Adron. "A storm is coming count. A storm that both of us will have to weather, lest we give in to anarchy and chaos. A storm that I'm sure you know of all too well."

The fingers flexed. "I will tell you once you're ready to leave. We need to prepare." He turned, the fingers stretching outward once more. Another tear in reality was rent apart, black flecks of midnight falling from the edges of an obsidian portal. "I can't say anything here. Your walls may be safe from conventional methods of spying, but any sorcerer could see what is going on here if they really wanted to. When we've finished, we will return here."

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

{11}​

Location: Real Space over Irn.
Objectives: Oversee the reclamation of Irn, Investigate Darius' intrusion.
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Darius Sedaire"]

With his arms crossed underneath his cloak Adron held a neutral expression. The chance of regretting this decision seemed far higher than actually reaping any type of award.

"You want me to trust a man I've just met. I didn't gain my title and holdings through being naive." He stated.

"The Sith." He stated, the largest threat to The Dominion in the current days. Adron listened to the Jedi's proposition, though there was still a great deal of doubt held within him. "I still don't see any reason I should go with you. Not to mention the fact that you still have yet to reveal a true identity to me." Adron glanced at the man's hand, still not trusting the words he spoke.

Adron, with a great deal of mental hesitation, took the man's hand into his own. "Don't make me regret this." He said, his words burning with a powerful resolve.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

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

Hands met. Bargains were made. The contract was signed.

"You're making the right choice." The Voidwalker muttered as he pulled the young count through the rift. The trip itself was an instantaneous and disorienting one for the inexperienced. One's insides were lost and reformed in fraction of a second. A being died and was reborn in the time it took for a clock to tick, yet the souls of those that perished found their way into the new bodies with nothing by way of pain or discomfort. For the uneducated, they would never know that they had died and been reborn almost instantly.

The Voidwalker had no intention of informing Adron about such things.

"Welcome to my home." The sound of quiet jazz rumbled from speakers high above. The room they found themselves in was massive; rows upon rows of books, holovids, and various other articles of information stretched on as far as the eye could see. The ceiling was easily twenty meters up above. The chamber was cast in a warm blue light stemming from various lanterns, and another far more powerful source of light at the room's center. The duo was too far away from the source to make out what it was.

The Voidwalker's cowl was drawn back. Young green eyes peered out at Adron. The man beneath the cowl ran a hand through a mess of blond hair and cracked a smile. "My name is Darius. This is the Black Library," he offered a hand. "Sorry for being so cryptic, but I really can't reveal anything about this place or myself beyond these walls. You never know when you're being watched. I'm gonna need you word that you won't say a word about this place, otherwise we can't go any further."

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

{12}
Location: The Black Library, Chiloon Rift
Objectives: Follow Darius

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Allies: [member="Darius Sedaire"]

Stepping into the rift Adron's mind was immediately splintered into thousands of fragments, each one barely capable of a cognitive thought. As his mind was fragmented so too was his body, torn apart into the rift and transferred through time and space. The entirety of the travel was both instant and prolonged for the Count.

Finally Adron's shattered body brought itself whole once more, his mind following in the next instant, barely allowing any separation from the two. Air, which had been lost to him for the duration of the travel, quickly flowed back into his lungs. Nearly collapsing from the shock of the travel, Adron was forced to prop himself up on the chamber walls. "You....." He stuttered to speak, his body still shaking from the effects of the rift. "You didn't..."

Eventually the Count gave up on the statement, instead he called out to the endless nether of the Force to bring his body back to a state of solidity. With a crisp exhale he recovered from his reeling, pressing a hand over his hair as he parted the lock that had fallen into his eyes. Just as he cleared his sight the room's interior came to life around him, finally revealing itself for the fountain of knowledge it was. "Amazing." He muttered, looking through the library with wide eyes.

The Count glanced over to Darius, his eyes scanning over the man as he spoke.

Darius....

"Until a time you prove yourself undeserving of it, you have my word. I will not betray the information given to me." He stated, a noble incline of his head given to the man.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"Figured you wouldn't." Darius cracked an amused little grin as he started walking.

The music seemed to play throughout the library, though one could feel no other lifeforms to enjoy it. Along with that void came a feeling of homeliness; the promise of optimism and learning. It was more than just a simple feeling, but rather a tangible presence that seeped through the bones of those that walked within the library's walls. The impossible became nothing more than another welcomed challenge: the world was brighter, the sound crisper, the taste of the air fresher. Self-doubt and sadness were burned away by the promise of a new tomorrow.

This was the power of the library's core.

"This library belonged to the Jedi Shadows of old. Used to be one of their primary outposts actually. Things are a little different these days," Darius gestured all about, "Millennia of knowledge is kept here. Anything from an old news report to the founding of the Sith Order can be found here, along with a few less savory pieces of text. The library was formed to house some of the galaxy's most dangerous artifacts and knowledge without the threat of corruption. I'm it's sole caretaker now: the Master of Shadows, The Voidwalker."

The Voidwalker came to a halt at the center of the chamber. Rows of tables lined with various books, datacrons, holo terminals, and even a holovision with an old gaming system wired up to it could be seen. "This is where I do most of my general studies. I can't tell you exactly where we're located for rather obvious reasons, but you'll be free to use these facilities in the future."

Darius paused, "Ah, but the reason I've come to you now - the Sith. They're coming from the south this time, and they're preparing to move in force. Your homeworld is the target."

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

{13}
Location: The Black Library, Chiloon Rift
Objectives: Follow Darius
Allies: [member="Darius Sedaire"]

Following Darius through the halls he found his eyes wandering through every bit of text that he saw. Adron had always had a love for knowledge in it's most base form. Of course he had never seen a collection such as the one before him. Jedi knowledge, Sith knowledge, everything one would need to become a Master of the Force was supposedly held within.

"The Black Library." Adron repeated, the name having a slight familiarity on his tongue. "How did you find this place?" He asked.

Having been led to Darius' study area the Count took one of the datapads that idly laid by in his hand. "You have full access to this place? Where does all of this knowledge come from?"

When the Sith once again became the main topic of discussion Adron turned his full attention to the man. The words he spoke had been the thing Adron feared most, even more than The Dominion's fall he feared for the world where he grew up. To hear that his enemies would be amassing an attack on his homeworld was beyond shocking. "No." Adron's hands closed into a fist as he realized it was an all too possible result of war.

"How do you know this? Why are you telling me?" He questioned, curiosity threatening to form to anger.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"Bit of luck. Bit of searching. Haven't had much of a purpose since I left the Galactic Alliance. I didn't the way they ran things - didn't like the way the military seemed to hold all the cards."

Didn't like Mediha being gone. Didn't like Master Sedaire going rogue. Didn't like Kinsey going her own way either.

Old memories were stopped short as Darius settled down in one of the chairs. he glanced over one of the many datapads he'd left strewn out across the table, and his expression shifted into one of annoyance. "I've got full control. The Nexus named me as the Master of Shadows, though I think that was more because of a lack of people to fulfill the position than for actual skill. The training I've gone through since then has been grueling, but I think it's been worth it."

The datapad was held out toward the count. "That's mostly recon data with a bit of reliable intelligence sprinkled on top. I have a few friends on Dromund Kass. Serenno's been talked about quite a bit by some of the guys in their officer's corps. They really need to work on keeping things hush-hush." Darius explained, evidently unphased by Adron's shock.

Despite his apparent disinterest, the Voidwalker's tone took on a softer note. One might have even called it compassionate. "It was a matter of time Count. Serenno's one of the Dominion's military hard points, not to mention a great source of trade. Throw in the fact that it's the primary route through Dominion space, and you get a military operation."

The Voidwalker blew out an exaggerated breath as he rose to his feet. "That being said, you've probably still got time to prepare; both with your people and with yourself. We're here to cover the latter more than anything else. That lightsaber you've got there?" Darius gestured toward the weapon. "It's pretty shoddy, sorry to say. That's the first thing we need to fix."

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

{14}
Location: The Black Library, Chiloon Rift
Objectives: Follow Darius
Allies: [member="Darius Sedaire"]

Taking the datapad from Darius Adron's eyes looked over the report. "Seems like they've been planning this for a while." Closing his eyes, he was able to settle his emotions, pulling himself back to a still mind. I won't let my home fall. Not while I'm still alive."

There wasn't a lot of surprise in the fact that the Sith saw Serenno as a prime military target, hell in some ways it was plain old flattering, it was the audacity to plan an attack that had shocked the man. "With the Archlord missing it seems the enemy has grown bolder. No matter, we'll repel them as we always have. Now, what are you talking about prepare m-"

He glanced down to the lightsaber that rested on his hilt, a brow arched at the man's comment of it being rather shoddy. "Fix my lightsaber? How so?" He asked.

 

[Trajan Golovkin]

2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H1UhxpvEyo
Trajan hated waiting, especially in fighting positions while he had to assume everyone out there was doing their job. He would rather do things the old fashioned way but there was and always would be someone above him barking orders. Lighting up a death stick he manned his machine gun nest and put his optics on scan, it was then he saw it. Something moving by the edge of the woodline about six hundred meters north of his position. He nudged casually to the man to his right, the ammo bearer, the guy who carried the metric karkton of munitions so he could keep firing virtually endlessly. Hand signals were pretty basic, "Possible bogey, six H meters, that way"

With a nod the man on his right trained his monocular device on the area and his body language slowly changed from calm to alert to utterly incapable of keeping still and maintaining composure. Quickly he took his com and placed it's dial on company. This would ensure that his communications would be sent out throughout the entire cavalry division, needless to say that because of the amount of armor being dropped the radio chatter was at the very least, clogged. "this is Iron two one one four reporting a high number of possible enemy contact north east of the woodline apex of our position. Requesting immediate scou-"

He was broken off by a blaster shot that ripped his entire head off his shoulders. Trajan's jaw dropped and he clenched his machine blaster, cocked back the chamber and started to let loose. "Contact Contact contact!" The words hadn't soon left his mouth when his entire objective rally point was utterly consumed in an a well executed ambush by guerilla forces. Before the infantry vehicle closest to him could turn it's main gun it was hit by an anti armor blaster launcher and was consumed in flames. He pulled hard on the trigger and began to watch as the enemy, local forces, began to pour out of the woods like a tidal wave of anger. Blaster shots popping up dirt and mud on either side of his position and the screams of dying men drowning his ears Trajan began to drop bodies.

The enemy had made the mistake of charging this apex which meant in turn charging a well defended machine gun nest which he was manning. His assistant gunner began picking off targets with his standard blaster rifle and Trajan just kept the hammer on, raining blaster fire like a storm.... until a thermal detonator dropped into his hole. "Grenade! Move!" Trajan hauled himself and his machine gun hip side, while sprinting forward towards the blasterfire firing the massive thing hip high. When the thing exploded he realized that not only did the detonation claim his assinstant gunners life but also... that he was alone.

"Never accept defeat, never quit" Muttering those words... Trajan sprinted towards the fight.​

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"The Archlord isn't missing, but you won't be seeing him for a long time. He's busied himself with holding back the spread of the empyrean. I don't think he would allow himself to turn from his duties unless the situation was truly dire." Darius intoned. He'd busied himself with looking over the mechanisms of his own weapon. The lightsaber staff was a far cry from the tools he had employed during his tutelage under Master Sedaire, but then change was a healthy thing.

Even if he hadn't spent the last year or so learning how to adequately use both blades, the second beam would have at least served as a surprise in a longer conflict. Still, much like Adron's own weapon, there was something vital missing.

"Well, as of late techniques involving the destruction of a lightsaber have become annoyingly common among the Sith. Your weapon may as well be a thermal detonator waiting to go off in your hands if it isn't shielded correctly. This could be accomplished by technological means, but then technology tends to fail when you need it the most. The force does not," The Voidwalker rose from his sear. "So that's what we'll be relying on."

His hands slipped into his pockets as he started walking toward one of the many staircases situated around the chamber. "The Sith have their alchemy, and we have our own techniques. The library's taught me a few things about imbuing a weapon with the force, and I'm going to teach you."


The Jedi's footfalls echoed throughout the chamber as he strode down the steps.

[member="Trajan Golovkin"]

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Take Point.

He could do it, he was good with a gun, the only problem is he was better form afar. Sadly that would not be possible on this mission, it was quite sad actually. He had replaced the barrel on his sniper and put it in DMR mode before the mission. Its penetrating power would be put to good use in this mission. If push came to shove he had a vibroknife on his boot, but he probably would not need it, this DMR was blasting through these droids like they were nothing, even though he needed to cycle the bolt every 25 shots, theoretically he got 250 shots every magazine anyway, and he had plenty of those lying around.

They were told to make their way towards a reactor, the droids were programmed to shoot but programming could not match organic skill, nothing could, it was a pointless endeavor to even try. The droids fell like sheep at the slaughter against the skill of the dreadguard, nothing stood in their way, and nothing would.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Adron Malvern"]

8
Irn
These people are getting rowdy

It had been a hour and the crowd was up again, she cpuld sense the unease among the crowd, some even talking about getting these "government scoundrels" a thing or two

So anya did the only thing she could, she tried contacting adron

adron, the crowd getting a bit unruly down here could use some direction on what to do with all these protesters their starting to get a bit....well let's just say if unease was a color it would paint everywhere right now

A stab at humor, but truthfully bothsides were uneasy even with some of the troops being nervous, however they kept their distance between the rioters and themselves as anya hoped for some advice

 

[Adron Malvern]

{15}
Location: The Black Library, Chiloon Rift
Objectives: Follow Darius, forge a new weapon.
Allies: [member="Darius Sedaire"]

To hear that the Archlord was alive and well was news that Adron was both thrilled and discouraged to hear. A low exhale escaped him before a single word erupted from him.

"What?" He questioned, anger lining his tone.

"Our worlds have been dying, our people slaughtered by the thousands, and you mean to tell me that our leader is out tampering with The Force?" His questions never met an answer as Darius moved the conversation on to the topic of his lightsaber. "You want to help me create a new lightsaber? Why do you want to help me so much? Who the hell are you really?" He asked.

A low buzzing erupted from Adron's commlink, however it was far too faint for the man to pay notice to.

Darius turned from him, making his way towards a threshold and down a set of stairs. Adron remained unmoving, still not sure he trusted the man before him. "If you're not going to tell me the truth, then return me to my ship."

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"Not to so much tampering as holding off the coming apocalypse. He leaves, the tears open farther. Perhaps far enough to subsume entire worlds. It wouldn't go well for the civilian population - well, it wouldn't go well for any population really." Darius answered as he continued on. It seemed he had little intention of waiting for Adron to cease his stubbornness.

"I'm helping you because that's my job. I'm the Voidwalker; the Black Library is my charge. That includes the worlds near it." Not entirely true, but then half-truths were better than nothing. What Adron did not need to know wasn't going to go hurting him.

Questions about the weapons went unanswered. They would answer themselves soon enough.

Leather boots thumped against the deck below. "The library doesn't know you yet. I wouldn't stray far from me Adron. This place is finicky until it's gotten used to you," Darius huffed a quiet laugh as he stepped into the vaults below. A long series of heavy security doors slid open at his coming.

Hopefully Adron was wise enough to listen.

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Lucien Galtier]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien watched as the Dread guard expertly put down the enemy opposition as it made it’s advance. They charged through metallic halls only to swiftly meet their end. Lucien raised his rifle directly behind Tyris and continued to fire at the oncoming droids. His rifle bucked and became heated as he continued to fire with precision and lethality. They fought through the last of the droids ahead of them and an elevator was revealed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Move your shebs! Get in that elevator!” Lucien shouted into his comms as he turned round to face the foe behind them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He backpedaled into the elevator and when he was sure his squad was inside he hit the button that would take them to the reactor level.[/SIZE]


[member="Tyris Hayes"]
[member="Darson Ontonas"]
[member="Xandari Eriss"]
[member="Miles Varden"]