Lest We Forget [OS Dominion of Botor]

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Objective: C: Security.

Who better to stop an assassin than another assassin? Among assassins, one could say Darth Ophidia was quite experienced. She had not climbed the ladder on sheer luck alone, but thanks to a perceptive mind, an aptitude for efficient cruelty, and training that put the unexceptional in early graves. It was a world ruled by the simple rule of success or death.

As part of the security, the Pale Assassin sat in the middle of the crowd. She wore simple, black robes, formal enough for this occasion, but without sacrificing movement. As Rattataki were relatively uncommon in The One Sith, she had taken to wearing a wig of genuine human hair, jaw-length and white in colour. Along with some crafty application of cosmetics, she had adopted the visage of an Echani. There were many of them running about in the galaxy.

Her lightsabres were tucked away at the back of her robes, currently pressing against the small of her back. Her left foot dangled off the ground as her legs crossed, and her hands were folded in her lap. Though it appeared as though she was watching the speeches, she was completely immersed in tracking their surroundings. Every turned leaf, every gust of wind.

She did not give a nerf’s droppings about the honoured dead soldiers. They had fulfilled their duties. She was there to make sure no one important ended up in the dirt with them.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Briga Tiin"]
Enemies: Communist Botori

"Bring them down on our approach, keep them down as long as possible we shouldn't be too long. Keep me informed if something changes." Prazutis said as he walked up to the two men at the terminals, who replied with a "Yes Director.". The job was simple get inside and bring down any targets quickly and quietly, plant the bomb and get out. There couldn't be any room for error on this, it was an extremely delicate operation. Prazutis walked up to his apprentice then "Cameras will be down while were inside, still keep your face covered. This needs to be done by the books so there will be limited applications of the force and absolutely no use of lightsabers. We go in and take down any security in our path we can't avoid quickly and quietly, hide the bodies and move on. There cannot be any reason for the alarm to be raised before the package detonates." He told her.

Prazutis went over and opened up a rather large duffle bag that sat on a nearby table, opening the flap wide revealed a wide number of weapons ranging from blasters and slugthrowers to vibroblades and vibroknives. "Take what you need but stick to anything thats quiet. Anything loud will risk discovery, and the targets will leave." Prazutis told Briga, walking over to the exit while he waited for his apprentice to pick out her chosen weapons. This would be a unique test for his apprentice, sticking to the shadows was a necessary skill to be able to perform when necessary, sometimes a hammer just wasn't an option in the realm of cloak and dagger tactics.

Once she was ready Prazutis set out into the streets where he took a number of winding alleys and side roads. The server building was somewhat close to the massive national assembly building and they were near the western parking lot, one of four entrances at North, South, East, and West. There was a distinct lack of as much security in the North-Western Maintenance Entrance, a door with a keypad entry. Thankfully prior to the operation they bought the current monthly code. As the two moved quickly through the snow soaked streets, they finally came out on the other side of the road from the building. Right across was the entrance to a small parking lot, and right next to it sat a door that led to the common rooms of the maintenance area, where all of the crews changed and checked their schedules and rosters for the day.

Prazutis led Briga carefully across the street, through the relatively empty parking lot and towards the door. As they approached the first thing noticed was that the camera right above the door was shut off, the normal blinking light was now dull. He briefly adjusted the fifty pound backpack he had strapped on, before taking a deep breath and pushing a set code on the pad 5-8-3-2. The green light lit up and an unlocking sound rang out. Prazutis then carefully pulled the door open. Inside was a rather large common room with tall dark grey lockers lining half of the left side of the room, coupled with benches in the middle. There was a desk with a large bulletin board, including another board with a map of the building. Standing inside the chamber was a rather husky botori wearing a dull grey shirt and trousers, a cap sat on his head and a blaster on his hip, security.

Even with the extra weight on his back Prazutis sprang forward with surprising speed before the man even turned around. He wrapped a powerful forearm around the mans mouth, driving a hard knee into his back as he pulled the man off balance. He grabbed the pommel of the blade of the satvas and sliced the man from ear to ear, his struggling forearms dropping limp at his sides. The Sith then opened one of the lockers, and slid the man inside, closing it shut. For a moment he stood in silence as he reached out with the natural senses he was born with, Anzati could sense the presence of life essence and its potency. Even someone who wasn't a force user still was revealed by this, and so far there were no one coming towards them. "Let's move." He said to her, carefully moving towards the door on the right side of the room.

 

[Ax'no]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Post: [2/20]


Briga nodded, and as Darth Prazutis showed her where the weapons were, she wrapped a scarf around her face and tucked it under her hood. Only her amber eyes were visible now between the fabric around her head and mouth. She selected a vibrodagger based on familiarity with the weapon. While she’d had some blaster training, knives were something Briga had used since childhood in elaborate harvest ritual sacrifices to Ax’no.

This was a very different assignment for the soothsayer as she’d spent much time in Vain Hollow in all-purpose training rooms and back on Iktotch in the hushed quiet of the ancient Caprine ruins, meditating and divining. But she was determined to learn everything she needed to become a fearsome warlord. Ax’no would not just be a goddess in name, but she would show the galaxy her power. The core would shake and tremble when they realized what Priestess Tiin really was.

Briga followed Darth Prazutis closely. Her stamina was much improved by training, athletics and less conventional activities with her Master. The scarf around her mouth had the added benefit of keeping her face warm, though her gloved fingers and booted toes felt the distinct chill on the planet. Marveling at how quickly and stealthily the Director of Intelligence entered the building, she realized that she enjoyed watching him at work. It was a different side to her stern, unforgiving and, at times, cruel teacher. This was a man who could take down entire planets, not just important buildings or structures.

Exactly who she needed to be aligned with.

Which is why the Caprine didn’t grumble or complain. Inside she would feel slightly out of her element, but would let none of that show to Lord Prazutis. With cat-like grace and swiftness she assisted him in the Botori’s murder, by keeping watching near the door, her eyes glued to the hallway. Since her hearing wasn’t good, she amplified her other senses – sight and even smell – to survey the area. Briga checked her chrono. It had only been five minutes, but she wasn’t sure when and if the package was set to detonate.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: A
Post 2
Nearby: [member="Kyros Fen"] | [member="Txon Taronyu"] | [member="Valentinian Alexandrus III"] | [member="Tymon"] | [member="Sabine Kurtass"] | [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Darth Erebos"]

The speech delivered by the Lord was a good one, especially for it's goal. It was an attempt at reviving the feelings of unity that had existed before the One Sith had felt the fissure of civil war. That war had been utterly pointless in it's consequences, gaining nothing for the rebels even though they had technically achieved their goals, and the current activities of the formal government seemed to be focused more on punishing traitors than actual rebuilding. It was the Sith way to destroy, not to build, even when it was a foolish activity that ought to have been shelved until their was somewhat more stability. The Arue'tii disagreed with the combat in it's entirety, simply due to it's uselessness, as well as the executions that had followed.

Curious thoughts flooded his mind of those that were being killed by the One Sith for their treachery. Did they not have families? Was it not reasonable to assume that they had individuals who cared for their lives as well, and who would hold funerals in the same manner as the event here? What would be spoken of the fallen dead from that side? Would the words that would finally accompany them into Escalation be of grief, or would they more likely be words of hate and derision. It was hypocrisy on the grandest scale, and it had existed throughout the galaxy for as long as life had fought. To call words of sympathy onto one's allies and friends, words of grief and forgiveness and the solemn expressions that marked the passing of life into the next plane, and then in the next moment to hurl venom onto the corpse of foes and enemies, to stomp on their legacies with awful rot and to pray ruin onto them.

In that moment, the Arue'tii took heed of the inferior species and their activities, and how they were the same acts that his own people had performed. How they longed for the desecration of what they considered bad, and consecrated what was considered good. He felt the grass under his knees, felt the wind whip it around carelessly in the field. He brushed his hand over the green spot ahead of him, gently nudging along a blade of the weed and praying silently in his mind, asking for the One Escalation to accept all into it's infinite embrace, that they might finally grasp hold of eternity. He asked that the arbitrary markings of 'Good' and 'Evil' would not apply, and only that those worthy whether their actions were grandiose or morbid would be accepted.

To him, it was a far fairer treatment.

 

[Soeht]

The Botori would not give [member="Jack Mirrikh"] or the One Sith a chance to plan out any assault. They actually brought the fight to them.

A couple large Botori emerged with blaster rifles and began raining down blaster shots at Jack and surrounding One Sith personnel.

“For the Motherland!” roared one ursine as his blaster bolt fatally struck a One Sith stormtrooper.

Soeht stepped out for a second - avoiding the shots fired. His head twitched - some sort of reflexive response.

“Kill them now,” ordered Soeht, “There’s a Jedi.”

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Allies: [member="Soeht"]
Location: Honeypot Brewery
Objective: Siege
Post: 2/20

The advantage of the kitchens was that there was one entrance/exit chokepoint (the double doors) and one chest high window for placing orders to shoot from and be shot at. This was good for defenders, but not those who wished to assault the bar area from the kitchen. Luckily, the enemy was fool enough to come for them.

Jack remained crouched behind the center counter in the kitchen when the commander spoke.

"A Jedi?? Where?!"

Before he could get an answer, two blaster rifle wielding brutes from Mother Space Russia came in guns blazing. The counter top exploded from the close range of energy bolts pounding and breaking up the duragranite. He reached out once more and sensed where they were positioned. One brute went left once inside and the other went right.

The left one took down an OS trooper and injured another before being taken down. The right one had Jack pinned, so Jack looked for another way to face him. He saw a sink full of pots and pans from his crouched position. He lifted them out of the sink and hurled them at the brute.

One glanced off his forehead, one cracked against his left fingers, another hit him in the hip bone and the last one that hit with damaging effect got him on the left eyebrow. Now that the brute was definitely off balance, he stood up out of hiding while moving around the counter's corner. He brought his lightsaber up and brought it down through the brute's neck. He took cover again so that he couldn't be hit through the weak points of the double door.

He reached out with his senses once more and tried to find where this Jedi could be. After a little bit of searching, he knew that the 5 left in the bar were definitely not Jedi. After searching some more, he sense the presence of a Jedi down in the basement.

"Jedi's downstairs!"

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Prazutis stood to one side of the door and placed one hand on the handle, briefly looking back to Briga. "Try not to leave any bloodstains, protocol for taking out security is quick kill shots if you can get them, and whatever you do don't let them hit any alarm." He whispered to Briga, gazing towards her before shifting his attention back to the door. The Sith gently turned the handle and opened it just a few inches as he stared out of the crack. Prazutis was able to feel the life essences of those around him with carefully honed Anzati Traits, and there were none in the immediate vicinity as he moved the door open and slid out into the hall.

The entire chamber brightened up as the two of them shifted inside, white marble floors and beautiful walls made up this portion with high ceilings. Down the hall were various busts and the like of various individuals of the Botori regime and doorways lined both walls. "I can feel their essence, there's...three coming our way fast. Were going to bring them down. Stay here and follow my lead." Prazutis said as he slid across the hall and hid inside the large doorway of the double doors opposite of them, drawing his dagger from his hip.

Just as the Sith said not barely a minute went by before a group of three grey uniformed security guards came patrolling at a rather slow pace down the hall. Each of them carried stun batons, and blasters on their hips, several power cells for the blasters and a flashlight among other utilities. The one leading the group was a particularly large, burly soldier while the other two were shorter and stockier. The group moved towards them and would have ran right into them, except Prazutis stepped out just as they neared and clotheslined one of the stockier botori. "What in the-intruders, take them down!" The large botori said as he pulled the stun baton off his hip and ran at [member="Briga Tiin"] with deadly intent.

Prazutis engaged in combat with the other stockier botori still standing, while his companion sat writhing and coughing on the ground.

 

[Ax'no]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Post: [3/20]

A brief nod was her response to the directive. Briga didn’t have long to admire the regal architecture of the building interior as Darth Prazutis indicated three Botori were headed towards them. She remained behind the Anzati hybrid, his broad shoulders and large torso dwarfing her lithe frame. With a burst of energy, the Sith knocked over one of the ursine aliens which caused the other two to jump into action.

Briga’s opponent was a stocky male Botori wielding a stun baton. The urge to use the Force was strong, but the Caprine launched into a choreographed routine to stab the guard. With surprising strength, she grabbed the Botori’s arm and stabbed low, her dagger piercing his torso as she aimed for his kidneys. However as he grunted and fell, he was able to skim her leg with the stun baton.

“Aguhhhhghgg,” she grunted, with a muffled noise of discomfort. The high ceilings and marble floors would ensure any screams or shouts would reverberate and echo, possibly alerting more guards. Her Botori was down, her wound fatal. The Acolyte thought that she would be more shaken at her very first kill, but as she watched the life fade out of the man’s eyes, she felt nothing at all. No emotion or remorse.

The Botori had merely been in their way. Instinctively touching the stun baton burn on her thigh, she waited for Prazutis to execute the last guard.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

While Briga took on the burly one, Prazutis descended on the other standing botori like a rapid dog. The guard attempted to throw a punch at the anzati while his other hand reached down to grab the stun baton on his belt. But Prazutis swiftly parried his punch up in the air, he grabbed the guard by the elbow while he brought the dagger to bare, delivering a precise jab deep into the mans armpit, before kicking him into the maintenance locker room, the man landing with a thud that thankfully didn't ring out through the halls.

Just as Prazutis looked over to see Briga take down her target getting clipped by the stun baton, he came into some trouble of his own. The third botori was scrambling to his feet and delivered a direct shot with the stun baton to Prazutis's back. The Anzati slammed his jaw shut and gritted a growl of pain through his teeth, the only thing standing was the rage, the black power of the dark side coursing through his veins as he took the stun baton from the botori's hand. He then delivered a powerful thrust with the dagger to the guards chest and lifted him up in the air. Prazutis carried him into the locker room and ripped him off the blade and down onto the ground, right on top of the other expired guard.

When he moved to grab the expired soldier Briga had killed however he stumbled, the stun baton hurt a lot, were it not for his application of the force Prazutis would have been on the ground from that shot. Prazutis hoisted the burly corpse up in the air and brought him into the locker room, tossing him down and shutting the door behind him. "The next shift for maintenance doesn't come in for another few hours yet. This play will be up in flames before then." Prazutis softly said to Briga. The Sith Knight contemplated using his rudis instead, but it would be much messier than a dagger and he needed to remain undetected.

"The cellar we need is this way, we better get moving, the cameras can only be kept down for so long." He reminded her as he pointed behind the caprine. The Knight then started off in that direction, staying to the interior side as they moved. Briga would learn it was purely a tactical choice as it was foolish to waltz right down the middle. The hallways were relatively empty as the two made their way through the massive municipal building, with most of those who crowded these halls in the grand assembly chamber. They walked for what had to have been a few minutes at most before he stopped by a door, he pushed it open gently and ushered her inside.

The inside of the chamber was another cleaning storage chamber, with several garbage cans, brooms, mop and buckets, a wide assortment of things as well as cover to hide behind. . "There's a guard standing at the foot of the staircase we need to cross by. Use the force, reach out and touch his mind. Do what you can to get him over here." Prazutis said, as he pulled out a set of fiber wire.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Post: [4/20]

Briga felt the darkside of the Force surge up like a wave in the vicinity of Darth Prazutis as he was also hit in the back by the Botori’s stun baton. But pushing through the pain, the Sith Knight literally skewered the ursine security guard with his dagger, picking him up and into the air, and then depositing him into a pile with the other. The baton stab had to have hurt though. She was merely grazed by the instrument, but the pain was like a thousand stinging nettles brushing against her.

Darth Prazutis hid all of the bodies in a nearby locker room. Still shrouded by her hood and the scarf around her face, her eyes the only part of her that was exposed, she nodded in the affirmative at his directions. The Caprine followed him quietly, exactly in tandem with his steps. Her bovidae grace helped her to be stealthy in this respect.

They’d finally reached a maintenance room. As the Sith Knight pulled out the fiber wire, he’d instructed Briga to mind control the other guard. Eager to please him and to also use the Force – with which she felt more at ease than pure hand to hand combat – she unleashed a soft, inky wave of dark energy, slipping inside his prefrontal cortex, a vaguely animal one at that, and said, Something is wrong in the maintenance closet, but do not alert any security. Come this way and investigate it yourself. She could feel his confusion at first, but he then did as she requested, and soon enough, Master and Acolyte could hear his thumping footsteps getting closer.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Prazutis infamous maddening grin formed on his face as he heard the thumping steps of the guard approaching the maintenance door. He stood to the side with the fiber wire ready, in an offensive stance. It was then that the door was thrown open and a man stepped inside "What the-" But that was all the man could utter before Prazutis hooked the fiber wire around his neck twisted the handles and hooked them over his one shoulder. The Sith Knight bent down and caused the entire botori to lift several feet off the ground, flailing frenzily in the air a prolonged choking sound ringing out as the man tried to scream and shout to no avail as the crushing grip of the anzati brought his massive strength down on the mans throat.

The Sith Knight leaned back as if he was giving the man some relief but that was anything but. In one fluid powerful motion Prazutis snapped all the way forward and pulled down with strength and power. An unnatural crushing sound rang out as the fiber wire dissapeared beneath the fur skin of his neck, the mans body going limp. Briga would see that the Sith Knights strength was pulling so hard, it burrowed the fiber wire into the mans neck. Prazutis let the man down off his back and dislodged the fiberwire, pocketing them as he scooped up the body, dropping him into an empty garbage can and sliding a lid over top.

Darth Prazutis peered out both directions from the door and slid out, gliding like a shadow on the wall down the long winding hall. He took the staircase down and quickly scaled to the bottom.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Post: [5/20]

Briga noticed the predatory smile of Master Prazutis as the thumping of footfalls came closer. The Caprine pressed herself against the wall, so as not to be seen when the ursine guard bounded into the maintenance room.

She watched the Sith Knight execute the Botori with the wire, almost able to feel the taut wire around her own neck as well just by witnessing the scene. Powerful, deadly and efficient, this was the first time she’d teamed up with the half-Anzati in the field and needless to say he an unflinching death-machine.

Following Darth Prazutis out of the maintenance room, her heartbeat pounding so loud through her body, she could feel it coursing through her, they descended the staircase hurriedly. Briga had gained momentum and suddenly she’d overshot the stairs and ended up in front of the Sith Knight.

Whump! She smacked right into a growling Botori guard. He grabbed her arm and flipped her down to the ground, putting his hard boot atop of her head, getting ready to crush her skull, but using the Force – finally as there was no other recourse – she flung him off with a burst of Telekinesis, and he slammed into the wall to the side.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Briga Tiin"]
Post: [6/20]

Prazutis could feel the presence of the approaching guardsman at the bottom of the stairs. He planned to take the man head on as soon as they hit the bottom, but it seems fate had other plans. Briga with adrenaline pumping through her body overshot the stairs and ran right into the guard, who tossed her down and tried to curbstomp his apprentice into the marble flooring. However with her honed reflexes she managed to send him crumbing in a heap with the force. The guard shook off the effects of the blast and scrambled to his feet.

The man wouldn't get the chance as Prazutis charged towards him shoulder charging the man into the wall. He drove a hard knee into the botori's gut and pulled him forward so the man stumbled behind him. Prazutis then wrapped his powerful arm around the mans neck, and with his other hand snapped the mans neck in a fluid application of force, a crunching sound entering the air.

The botori's limbs jerked and flailed briefly before falling limp at his sides, but instead of falling to the ground Prazutis heaved the man over his shoulders. "Watch what your doing." He scolded his apprentice as he brought the man up the flight of stairs, and disposed of him in the maintenance closet before closing it and returning to her. "Be mindful of your surroundings, you cant let the adrenaline control you. This way." Prazutis started off down the hallway.

This time they only walked for a short amount of time before he stopped at a door on the right, they were a floor beneath the assembly chamber. "This is it." Prazutis told her, opening the door and letting her go in first before shutting the door behind them and moving down the stairs.

 

[Ax'no]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Post: [6/20]

Briga and the Botori lifted themselves from the floor at the same time. The Acolyte's head ached from the weight of the guard atop her, and she was quite certain that under her hood and scarf, she had a boot print on her pale skin, but she quickly shook off the pain. As soon as the ursine guard was back on his feet, Darth Prazutis, momentarily resembling a large Balae Caprine as she’d see jousting with his horns back on her homeworld of Iktotch, pinned the Botori with a knee to the groin, spun him around and then snapped his neck.

Flinging the dead body over his shoulder as though it were a sack of acid-beets, the massive Anzati hybrid admonished Briga over her eagerness to get down the stairs. “I understand," she growled, her words muffled by the scarf. He would sense her annoyance, but it was squarely directed at herself for overshooting the stairs. Finally at their destination – in the bowels of the building below the assembly chamber – they went through another door and down another staircase. The Caprine’s leg muscles burned from all of the stairs and activity, but even though she spent much of her time away from Prazutis cross-legged in the lotus flower position, giving sermons to her congregation in the ancient ruins in the Caprine colonies, she was a sturdy creature, familiar with climbing the chalk-white cliffs of Iktotch in her adolescence. The weariness wouldn’t last long.

There appeared to be no one in the room which was their final destination and she allowed herself a gentle exhale of relief that no guards suddenly appeared to charge into them like smashball players.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: (D?E?) Clean the plague
Allies: Whoever wants to join || Warscream's Nine (sig)
Enemies: Red October Unit of Botori Communist Party
Post: [1/20]

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A communist plague is a contagious disease that desecrates planets after its leave. Demagoguery was the tool used by leaders of such plagues. Claiming false promises only so they could control, and gain wealth and influence. The One Sith was not a faction that would tolerate such mutineers in its stead. Especially, when such plague tried to ruin the memorial of their fallen. The One Sith is wrongfully depicted as a tyrannical evil rule in which subjects were simply expendable. If that was the case, it would not be the largest government in the known galaxy.

To exterminate this plague, Sith Forces were spread out around the whole planet to battle the scum and clean it off the face of Botor. All hideouts were pinpointed by Sith Intelligence agents beforehand and now it was simply sweeping time. In one such operation was Einarr Warscream deployed with his loyal Nine - Warscream's Nine or as they were commonly known in the One Sith as "The Valkyrian Warband".

The group did not expect such heavy resistance at this spot as Intelligence reports stated that this was a minor force that operated on the hill. Yet, it was not so. The Botari communists had packed up in one encampement on top of the hill firing heavy repeating blasters as if they were celebrating independence day of some entity in a different galaxy. Air support was also unavailable to the Valkyri as the One Sith had replied that they were utilizing it in more heated situations around Botari.

They had to do it on their own.

"Bloody bear looking things." Hakon complained. "Can't move out of the cover of this village's buildings and go at them without them seeing our movement and firing at us."

"I am getting real angry, Einarr. Think of something, damn it, stop meditating!" Gunnar said frustrated.

"Shut it, you tools." Hjalmar, their leader cut them short with a yell while taking cover behind the walls of the last house in the village before it became an open field leading towards the small hill. "He's doing those magical Force things. Let him be."

"I am done, Hjalmar." Einarr's voice came from behind the man as he opened his eyes from his medidation.

"SO?" Gunnar's voice boomed as he noticed Einarr coming back from his trance.

"I've come up with a plan. Move in here, all of you."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Briga Tiin"]
Post: [7/20]

The large storage chamber was filled with various crates of varying sizes all marked with papers or stamped on the crate with some symbol. Prazutis combed through the many rows and sections of the slightly disheveled storage room looking for the best position to place down his explosive surprise. Eventually he found the perfect alcove, there were grouping of particularly large boxes in the far corner and once one pushed their way past them there it was. A perfect small section where he slid the backpack down and flipped open the flap. Under the flap was a small series of buttons and a small screen where the bomb could be armed.

He typed on the console arming it, and immediately locking it out preventing someone from fiddling with the settings. The system had a pre-determined timer set on it just in case the detonator wasn't triggered in the time they had specified. Prazutis also carried on him the remote detonator that could trigger the cataclysmic explosion any second. "I've armed the charge. If I don't hit the remote detonator for any reason outside of the timeframe we have, it will self-detonate."

Prazutis said softly to Briga as he climbed out of the small alcove, turning back to look in its direction. It was hard to see anyway past, and most of all the backpack was hidden carefully out of sight. Someone would have to know it was here and exactly where to look if they wanted to find it. "We better get moving out of here." He told her.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Allies: Noeht :/
Objective: Kill the Jedi
Location: Honeypot Brewery
Post: 3/20

"Lay down covering fire!" yelled Jack. Whilst the troopers did so from the window, he yoinked an oven from the wall with the Force. He went into the bar area with the oven in front of him. It provided cover for him from the armed brutes. He reached out with his senses and grasped every loose table off the ground. Then, he flung them all against the far wall, crushing and glancing everything in their way.

He threw the oven at one of the people left standing. The blow crushed the brute. He snatched up a brute, who was grabbing for his lost blaster rifle, by his leg. While the man was dangling, he tossed his light saber into the squirming body, dragged the saber downwards like seppuku and then recalled the saber whilst dropping the body. He flung his light saber and it stabbed a brute through the flipped table he was leaning against. He then looked over and used both hands to grip another brute's head with the Force. With a flick of the hands, the brute's neck snapped quickly.

He recalled his light saber and left the corpses behind. Troopers were now taking cover around the entrance to the basement and getting ready for the next phase of attack.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Objective: Kill a Jedi/Improve Force Powers
Location: Classified
Allies: One Sith
Gear: To lazy to state it
Post: 1/20

The dark sider had been tipped by his network that someone was going to attack the funeral. Always believing in the tactic of striking first, Krayzen decided that it was time to attack some dark-siders. That was why the Lieutenant General had opted to attack alone in a hideout.

"This is Krayzen. I am proceeding alone toward the target. I have my comm ready if I need to call for backup." the OS Army officer stated. He then felt excited, as he was going to rush into combat to eliminate his age old enemies, the Jedi, and the One Sith leader expected for to be a hard fight, but he knew he would win(or at least arrogantly believed that he would). Even then, Krayzen was confident, and he was approaching his fight alone. For Krayzen however, he believed death would await the Jedi for preparing to attack n important event.

 

[Ax'no]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Post: [7/20]

Briga stood watch while Darth Prazutis armed the bomb. She’d never seen anything like it as the Priestess of Iktotch had not been exposed to much outside of her primitive culture. But she supposed as the Director of Intelligence, her Master had been through extensive munitions training, including bomb making and subterfuge techniques.

Once the bomb was placed down the two of them made their way out, but not the way they came where there would likely be more Botori. The Caprine’s heart beat furiously as they carefully and quietly zipped up another flight of stairs. Now that the bomb was set, Briga wanted to get the feth out of the assembly building just in case something happened.

But also knowing that the majestic structure was shortly going to go up in flames and thick, black smoke filled her with pride over their accomplishment. First Botori, next Iktotch. Briga would love to do something similar on her home planet to overthrow the ruling Iktotchi government and establish the Caprine species as supreme.

“Once we get out,” she whispered. “Can we find a good place to watch the fireworks?”

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: (D?E?) Clean the plague
Allies: Whoever wants to join || Warscream's Nine (sig)
Enemies: Red October Unit of Botori Communist Party
Post: [2/20]


"You're gonna do WHAT?" Even Hjalmarr, who always believed completely in Einarr, was shocked at what the Sith Acolyte had just said.

"Einarr, have you been drinking heavily lately some Thaibroek brown ale? I was wondering why it smelt like it here." Floki's eyes widened.

"No. Listen. I am not at all sure in my abilities in both scenarios but the protection bubble I wouldn't have been able to maintain." Einarr tried to clarify but the Valkyrian Warband simply stood around him wide eyed and shaking their heads. Even Hjalmarr.

"Look, I've seen this Force doing weird things but what you're trying to do is godly. Odiir would not be pleased." Hjalmarr said as he crossed his arms analysing the Sith.

"Trust me. Odiir would be really proud someone's deploying his judgement here." Einarr replied dryly.

"Watch it, Einarr. It is not a good idea to clash heads with the Gods." The older Valkyr warned him sharply.

"Leave me. Prepare yourselves. Drop all your ranged weapons here so they won't hinder your movement. You need to be as fast as possible to reach the hill and I am not sure how much I could hold this going." The Sith ordered them and they went back to their positions, stripping of their blasters and slugthrowers happily.

"Finally something normal out of your mouth, Einarr. You should cut down on that ale." Floki's voice be heared as he made way towards his former position putting down his armaments.

As Warscream's Nine left him alone, Einarr tapped into the stream of the Force. He focused all his emotions to reinforce his connection to it, to be as close to it as being one with it. What he would try to do was not a basic technique, at least not at this level. It was something that he would attempt to do with no knowledge if he would even succeed. A smaller scale, yes. The Valkyr knew his strength had grown significantly the more he trained and tapped into the Force but the current magnitutude of this technique would drain him. If he even succeeded.


Alter...

...and the sky slowly began to darken...