Dominion Loose Ends | SO Dominion of Faldos

[Zhong Dai Guanting]

Objective 4

The toxic air within O'Saros Smoking & Drug Lounge could kill anyone not accustomed to it. A thick haze settled over the small building with a considerable lack of ventilation. One could hardly see the next person in front of themselves not least the exit which made leaving the place that much harder. Of course this was no problem for tonight's manager and the small security detail littered around the place to keep order amongst the drugged filled patrons.

Music filled the air for a brief moment as the local bith band began playing their instruments to entertain the patrons not currently suffering from delusions or hurling up today's lunch. Although there was a single guest within the room that most stayed clear off, that being Lord Marquis Zhong Dai Guanting.

The considerably obese man sat on the upper story on an old brown leather couch, his plumed hat decorated with the sith emblem sat discarded on the floor near his feet. Double breasted military coat covered in medals and an ornate red and golden sash sat comfortably on his oily skin. Thick black mustache was occasionally rubbed with greasy fingers.

"Hahah..." Was the sound heard from the man in the corner, as another whiff of the hookah pipe filled his lungs. A pair of rodian escorts sat on either side of him looking to encourage the man to pay them more than their fair share.

A simple hand gesture summoned another bottle of boga noga, the 125th of said drink as the bottles littered the floor around the leader couch.

Drake Syl Harcrow ​

 

[Nupax nurin]

Objective: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: forcesaber/ 10 daggers
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Drake Delgado

nupax continued walking as she entered into the room alisteri was in watching him fight he was proficient in force lightning "don't move from your current location" she sent to alisteris mind as she impowered herself using the fear of the large group of smugglers. As she conjured a localized force storm inside the room as smugglers would get zapped and drop like Flys nupax controlled the storm whirling it around alisteri who would see a physical manifestation of darkside with lightning arching throughout.

nupax was used to controlling fast amounts of darkside energies but force storm always felt wrong especially in tight places it wanted released the power it contained but she wielded it like a master. As she dissipated the lightning and the darkness turned to a dark mist that rained down on the dead smugglers who rose their flesh darkened and their eyes lifeless. She walked toward alisteri a heavily winded "I forgot how much force storm and sith necromancy takes out of me" she said as the nearest zombified smuggler groaned she commanded the zombies to flood the rest of the facility as screams and blaster fire could soon be heard throughout the warehouse.

 

[Drake Syl Harcrow]

Objective IV​

Tag: Zhong Dai Guanting​

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From all he had heard, Castellan Dai Guanting was a man who enjoyed his cups - but entering this place of sin and debauchery to discuss future plans and to become acquainted with his superior really put into perspective just how far out of his element Drake was. This man's appetites knew no bounds, and were he a true Force capable Sith - he could only imagine the strength he would hold from his indulgences.​

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That was what the Eternalist faith had taught, at least, that enjoying life ensured power. That the only thing that truly mattered was the individuals goals and ascension to greatness - no matter what lay in their way. Some enjoyed struggle, pain, torture - but there were a segment of the Sith that found the easiest path to strength was to simply indulge. The more they were addicted, the more they could draw upon those strengths in their fights.​

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Drake wasn't sure exactly how all that worked, but he was still sure Zhong would have taken that path were he able. Drake, instead, was simply the product of a noble house torn down by the Sith's encroachment. They hadn't made friends with them, so they were dismantled and replaced by the neo-nobility - feudal lords who were monarchs in all but name, built on a powerful bed of gold that kept them supported so long as they could pay the tithe.​

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Captain Harcrow finally found the secluded VIP room of the Castellan, sliding his way into the privacy booth. Others of military and noble rank were present, but only some were still conscious - obviously unable to keep up with their hosts insatiable appetite. Drake, for what he was worth, stifled the majority of a cough as he found himself a seat, far from the man that looked like he was going to be sick.​

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"Castellan Dai Guanting.", he began.​

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"I'm Captain Harcrow. I serve under your Major, Dominus. He sends his regards, and wanted me to deliver this to you."​

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Pulling from his officer coat, a small tablet containing new Orders from Legate Marr - plans for the future invasion of the Kathol Alliance on Pitann in the coming weeks. The plans were straight forward, nothing Zhong had not seen - but their were slight adjustsments. Many of the details were simply made concrete with this delivery, passed through the ranks where possible - though some were harder to find than others. Zhong being one of those.​

 

[Zhong Dai Guanting]

Objective Four


Splash and sloosh

Were heard as the bottle of boga noga was twirled around within his gloved hand. Most the the contents landed somewhere near his mouth while other droplets flowed freely down his coat. Staining it with dark spots in some areas. Within the darkness of his drug hazed mind, came the shadow of a figure approaching his VIP Section. Zhong was half tempted to throw them down into the bar for interrupting his day of reward and relaxation. Indulging in every little whim that he had from food to the rodian escorts beside him.

The blurry figure took a seat directly opposite of him, as the Castellan grabbed the pipe once more and began to inhale to a satisfyingly "ahhh..." sound from his lips as smoke poured from his nose like a raging bull. His attention drawn for just a brief moment as the man introduced himself as Captain Harcrow and sending regards about Major Dominus, his subordinate.

Within the thralls of pleasure and indulgence, he lazily grabbed the small tablet and began pouring over its contents. It was nothing much besides a few adjustments to the future invasion plan of Kathol Alliance on Pitann. He had no issue with them, if anything the invasion would be swift and ended quite quickly before any major damages occured to the Sith Imperium.

"Tell me, Captain Harcrow. Do you know whom our greatest foe is." Zhong said sliding the small tablet back onto the bottle filled table. Turning his head as he and the rodian escort to the left shared a passionate affair directly in front of him.

Drake Syl Harcrow ​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Smuggle Me This
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Drake Delgado

Alisteri's rampage stopped as the other Sith stepped into the room, although he did let one last bolt of lightning fly and put down a smuggler that had been running to open the large door at the rear. Since it led outside he doubted that the soldiers would have let the man get very far but there was no sense in letting him try. The message that there was no escape had to be established after all.

He watched as the remaining smugglers, some still trying to find cover and others running to some other room, were caught up in the storm that swirled around the room. A storm summoned forth by the Sith woman that had spoken to him earlier no less. Between the storm, the blaster bolts that had been fired into the room as he was fighting, and his own efforts the large area was soon littered with corpses and cleared of the smuggler threat.

Before he could turn to give chase into the rest of the warehouse the puppeted bodies of the fallen had already lumbered towards the doorways and he decided not to bother. He had other priorities now.

The masked man deactivated his lightsaber and tapped on his local commlink as he stepped away from the carnage and towards one of the many crates that lined the shelves and ground of the warehouse. "The orders were clear, it's right of the conqueror so everyone pick your crates." He tapped on the panel of the crate that he stood in front of and began to search through it as the top slid open. The first of many that he intended to look through.

 

[Drake Syl Harcrow]

Harcrow let his hand fall on one of the cigars still in the box, sniffing at it to make sure it was yet untampered with. Confident it was at least mostly tobacco, he prepared it with a quick cut to the tail end before bringing it to a full burn. He didn't relax like the others gathered, nor allow the passing escort to get too close to him - he had a bit more pride in his duty than that, but he would suffer the indulgence of a cigar. At least for now.​

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The question Zhong proposed was an odd one though, and he thought about it for a moment as smoke trailed from his nose. He could give the ecclesiarchys answer, that being Fate. It could be the Jedi for a more traditional answer. Could be the Empire to right old wrongs - but it could also be the Mandalorians, given they were trying to unify the various planets against the Imperium. None of the answers felt like the one Zhong was looking for, however, and he imagined he would be wrong no matter what he answered.​

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"Everyone, Castellan.", he said finally.​

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"I imagine just about everyone is our greatest foe at the moment."​

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Zhong Dai Guanting​

 

[Darth Drake Delgado]

Objective:Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: Mlee / Pistol / Rifle / Shield / Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Strosius



Darth Drake had gotten the 4000 credits he needed so he didn't have a job here anymore so he wanted to get away but remembered he didn't have a ship and said
"uhhh can anyone drop me off somewhere too?".
I guess everyone was getting their own loot. It would take a while...

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The lights flickered on and off, before definitively shutting down, seemed the ship had certainly seen better days.

Just meant that he would need to move faster.

Blasterfire continued along the periphery as the Kainite Dark Troopers fought his Guard, both sides seeming content to let Quintessa and him have their moment.

Bright cyan eyes were the only pair of light in the darkened periphery, well apart from his own bright red eyes, that held onto a crimson blade that stayed at guard in front of him.

Then in an invisible gust of wind, she was to his right, almost as if in a blip she disappeared and reappeared, as if within a flash of light she was at one point and within another, was at another point. His mind went to the thought that it always went to when he encountered her.

"Fast."

His mind had only just registered her position, and then his eyes widened.

A chakram, a novelty weapon, yet one that Quintessa had no doubt made her brand, flying towards him, and most importantly, flying towards his neck. Long ago he may have mused how destiny and fate had compromised him at this moment, sought to make him fall here and now, before he could achieve any greatness or strength.

Remembered as only the heir to the great Darth Marr, remembered as yet another notch to Quintessa's path to greatness.

Yet this would not be the day.

His free hand rose as flames billowed out from his fingers, the Force manifested as furnace winds belched out smoke as dragon's breath eviscerated the chakram, splitting it in two, as the sides landed at his sides.

He stepped through the smoke, his sabre at his side, as the realisation became truly evident that this would be no simple matter, yet truly when had anything involving him ever been simple?

"I guess I will be repaying that favour by keeping you alive from your bad decisions," He responded to her words with his own, a rather fixed steel smile resting upon his features. They had been friends, companions, and crew, not too long ago, endeavouring to Dromund Kaas and other planets still, aiding the Triumvirate and the greater Order in conquests across systems.

Yet, that Triumvirate was dead, and Quintessa was now among the remnants of the fallen third.

As a friend, was it not his responsibility to save her from herself?

"Carnifex is no longer Emperor, he has not been Emperor for years, the old Sith Empire is gone, destroyed because of him. Join us, be a part of the restored Empire, do not throw yourself away to blind loyalty to an unworthy man," He stated, almost hissing out near the end, as his eyes became frosty, and his lips went from a smile to instead a thin-lipped sneer.

The Triumvirate was dead.

He was not going to let a friend die with it.

If she could not accept that.

He would make her.

His blade moved in front of him, now gripped with both hands, a defensive posture.

Her move.

Quintessa

 

[Zhong Dai Guanting]

Objective Four


The loving affair with the rodian escort was over as quickly as it had began, as evident by the sour look on his features and a simple hand gesture shoving her aside. A simple glance over to Harcrow gave him the impression that he was uncomfortable with the surrounding and was more of a professional. Allowing his subordinate the opportunity to Ponder the age old question of 'Whom our foe is' would allow him to gain an insight to his thinking which would strengthen the bond between ranks of the Legion.

The answer provided by Harcrow gave him a hardy laugh, while it was true that everyone was there enemy. There was a certain group that was the most dangerous to the Sith Imperium and practically every faction in the galaxy at this current time. A swift motion allowed him to strengthen up his posture, reaching over to the drug filled container to administer another dose into his system. The high allowed him to think straight and would provide him with an opportunity to explain in detail.

"Your answer is correct for anyone thinking about a much wider point of view." Zhong said not exactly saying his answer was wrong, merely looking at the problem from a different level. "Our real enemy is the normal people within the galaxy. The farmer who grows his crops, the merchant who buys and sells goods to the people in the market square." He explained in a rather off-handed method.

"They are the cogs in the machine of state, we need them more than they do us. Planets have survived generations without a larger galactic government ruling over them. By extension they could overthrow us by simply realizing that they hold all the cards." Zhong further added wanting to make a point.

"What do you think happens, when the cogs decide that the machine has expired?"

He posed another question.

Drake Syl Harcrow ​

 

[Drake Syl Harcrow]

Perhaps it was the enviroment, the setting, the present company, the hundred empty bottles cast about the VIP area, or the prostitutes - but all together, he hadn't truly expected a decent answer from the Castellan. He kept his gaze downcast to the small indent he ashed his cigar in, watching as it automatically sucked it away to be disposed of. Mostly he did it to hide the slight surprise that went across his face, but he quickly collected himself.​

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"I imagine much the same as when the New Imperial's rose up against Carnifex.", he said, leaning back.​

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"The Ecclesiarchy seems to do a good job spreading the Faith among the laymen. Do you doubt its efficiency?"​

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Zhong Dai Guanting​

 

[Zhong Dai Guanting]

Objective Four

It would seem that Captain Harcrow understood where the conversation was headed. The New Imperials were simply the cogs in the machine of state, but then collectively agreed that the state had passed its official expiration date and they held all the cards. The 125th bottle of noga noga slumped to the floor from his head as its remaining droplets stained the carpet within the room a tiny bit. Harcrow would steer the question towards the Ecclesiarchy, wondering if he was doubting their religious reach to the commoners.

"No one can be certain if their methods will work a hundred days from now. All it takes is a single variable to change the course of the galaxy for better or worse. What I can tell you, Captain Harcrow is that sooner or later someone is going to figure out that their religion is nothing more than scam." Zhong said in full honesty in response to his question.

"And once that faith is questioned, what you have created for a lack of a better word are witch-hunters. People who are so anti-religious that they actively seek out and kill those that practice faith. Mass killings are good for the dark side, but not so much for a state that wishes to survive."

A oily hand was brushed against his greasy thick mustache.

Drake Syl Harcrow ​

 

[Drake Syl Harcrow]

"Then let us hope nobody questions it for a good few decades.", he said with a nod.​

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"Judging by the sermons I've sat in on, they hope to keep people accusing eachother - keeps eyes off the Emperor and his subordinates. Tricky business, but I suppose it makes sense after what the New Imperials did."​

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Zhong Dai Guanting​

 

[Zhong Dai Guanting]

Objective Four

It was quite apparent that Captain Harcrow was intelligent and knowledgeable man, a fine officer amongst the ranks of the Sith Imperium. But there was a singular flaw in that he blindly took the words coming from his crusty lips without objecting or asking for more clarification. In other words simply a yes-man looking to butter up his superiors in order to move ahead.

There was nothing wrong with that of course, but Zhong was expecting a lot more from him.

"Let us hope that keeping people divided is actually going to work in our favor and not the opposite."

He replied without actually providing any said explanation. Harcrow would be able to read between the lines well enough to roughly figure out what he was trying to say. The true test of the Sith Imperium was yet to come to see if they would survive the storm brewing in the galaxy ahead.

Drake Syl Harcrow ​

 

[Nupax nurin]

Objective: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: forcesaber/ 10 daggers
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Drake Delgado

nupax quickly caught her breath from using force storm it was a powerful ability even on here where it needed to be contained and controlled. As she walked over to one of the crates and got it open she began looking through it some powerful automatic blaster rifles and spare gas canisters for ammo. She closed it and marked it for herself as she continued on to the next one she hates guns but figured she needed them if she ever got followers again especially non force sensitive ones. She marked another full of armor and a few schematics on Making more as she then walked away and threw a hallway she walked into what looked like the central office she sat down and tried opening the computer to figure out it was locked as she tried to look for a password she looked down at the dead body of the smuggler who tried to survive a zombie encounter and failed miserably since he was missing a face she rummaged through his pockets. Finding his password folded in his pocket she got in "what kind of smuggler writes down their passwords" she said disgusted as she looked through their records she then walked out and looked at alisteri "hey be on the look out there should be a container holding a locked safe inside is a couple of valuable crystals that they where gonna Smuggle out of sith space if you find it ill let you keep a one as a finders fee" she said as she began looking through crates herself. She had downloaded the data and destroyed the originals onto a holopad and backup data drives.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Smuggle Me This
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Nupax nurin / Darth Drake Delgado

Alisteri busied himself with glancing through crates and marking them for himself after one or two quick looks, noticeably claiming the first crates that he found which contained fairly underwhelming and common weapons or armors. Most of it seemed to be like leftover scrap or loot from other groups that had little value. All things that wouldn't be missed or recorded in particular when the final reports of their mission were done.

Just as intended.

He did perk up at the mention of some valuable, and evidently locked away, crystals though. Arms and armor were all well and good but credits could buy both if one had enough to spend. "Container with a locked safe, got it." The Knight had plenty of experience with smugglers, and especially with finding their valuables after slaying them, and he knew well enough that locating all their little hiding spots was a time-consuming hassle and an awful headache in equal measure.

An extra pair of eyes always helped in such matters. After a moment Alisteri turned and made the short walk back to the exterior, where the soldiers had already begun to disperse to other objectives or move in to secure the warehouse. He glanced around before spotting what felt like another Sith, at least in the Force, and beckoned the other masked man over with a wave. "You there, I have need of your assistance. How familiar are you with smuggler dens and the trinkets they hide?"

 

[Drake Syl Harcrow]

Tag: Zhong Dai Guanting​

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While Zhong assumed Harcrow a loyal and leal subject of the Imperium, it was more true that he simply had the sense not to doubt the Sith. Especially to his superior. He put out the rest of his cigar and rested the half he didn't smoke back on the table before standing and adjusting his coat. Winter bite was swift, and made it through all by his final layer of synth cloth.​

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"You should know, Castellan, the Inquisition does not take doubt lightly. Darth Ophidia and her courts kill anyone who makes it through the cracks of zealotry. I have faith you would never doubt the Sith's strength...", he said with a small pause for emphasis.​

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"... Just make sure they don't misunderstand you. They're rather strict about non-Sith opinions."​

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Buttoning the last of his coat, he stood at attention with hands rested behind his back;​

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"Permission to take my leave, Sir.", he said, staring forward as was respectful of his position.​

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Port Hangar - KWV Crimson Eternity
Objective: III - Eliminating the Competition │ Repel Boarders
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr

“Get His name out of your filthy mouth, heretic.” Quintessa seethed. “The Sith’ari has ascended to such a state that a simple title is meaningless to His Eclipsing Mission. Pray that your Corpse God might one day do the same, if he doesn’t perish first.” She hissed.

All the while, Quintessa’s chakram came flying back to her, having emerged from Malum’s flames intact, albeit quite hot to the touch. Nevertheless, Quintessa took its hilt with a tight grip in her left hand, the moderate pain focusing her awareness as she sought to channel the Dark Side into her muscles. A moment later, she launched her other chakram in an underhanded heave, but the weapon wasn’t thrown in a direct path towards Malum, but rather in a wide, semicircular arc intended to strike her target’s neck at his left flank from 15 meters away.

Almost as soon as the bladed disc left her grip, Quintessa made to run a semicircular arc around Malum's opposite flank with as much power as she could channel into her legs, carrying her tiny form with dazzling velocity. Then, sliding to a halt amidst the strewn about wreckage, debris, and bodies, she threw the chakram in her left hand in a direct arc towards the scion’s lower body from the same distance as her initial throw, with the aim of taking out his legs. In doing so, the speedster hoped that both of her attacks might land at the same time, potentially forcing her opponent to choose between losing his legs or losing his head!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Zhong Dai Guanting]

Objective Four

Harcrow made sure to remind him in a polite manner that the Inquisition would be less than pleased with him doubting the Sith Imperium moving forward. While Darth Ophidia and her court were powerful players they could not withstand the immense might of an angry Exalted Storm Dragon should he transform back into one from his humanoid disguise.

"I will make sure that they understand my intentions in a positive way. Captain Harcrow. You are dismissed." Zhong said with a simple wave of his hand, disregarding his warning. He had dealt with the ever-changing sith before during the age of the Old Sith Empire over Bastion before the New Imperial order rose to power and overthrew them. He would survive the oncoming storm through any means necessary.

But enough of politics and veiled threats, it was time for relaxation amongst his escorts and drunken staff in the booth. Reaching over to take another injection of drugs to clear his mind.

Drake Syl Harcrow ​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Cruel determination surged through her foul form, even as her body churned she kept up her approach towards Von-Kri some sort of distorted cackle coming out from the blank-faced helm as she heard the snap-hiss of his lightsaber. She hungered to put this little Sith rat down into his place. While he watched the room, Lirka did just the opposite, her glowing lenses laser-focused onto the boy.

"Do you think a cough is enough to stop me? I don't think you know who I am, Sithling..."

And despite her wracked form, the suit pushed her along: she exploded into a burst of speed, putting what strength she had into a brutal swing aimed down towards his thigh: it was her usual trick, an attempt to tire her opponent out as they blocked her strikes. She wasted little time before following up with a handful of more slashes and strikes

"BUT YOU WILL LEARN!"

And there she was, right back to shouting.

 

[Nupax nurin]

Objective: Smuggle me this Smuggle me that
Equipment: forcesaber/ 10 daggers
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Drake Delgado

as nupax searched through the crates she marked a few others for herself ontop of the data she was keeping. To get a stranglehold on those who came after so she would get a proverbial piece of the pie or just run it herself even if it was small-time. She had the patience to grow a small smuggler ring into something greater potentially. Since starting over would be a nightmare plus the sith would have someone who for now had a stake in things moving effortlessly and smoothly without weapons going into enemy hands or not being found in doing it. As she searched a couple more crates no such luck in finding the locked safe just some mass produced weapons and armor but she marked it all the same. No point in leaving it for alisteri or the sith to get their fingers on. As the ancient sith lord popped one last crate finding an after market power armor that looked like it fit her only problem was the color "why does it have to be neon pink" she said disgusted.