Luxurious Aggression (OS Dominion of Vortex)

[Vrag]

[17/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

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The woman let out a snort as she leaned on the stall, arms crossed over her chest.

"Those are all just words, boy," she dismissed him and turned her face back to the slab of meat slowly sizzling its way to delicious tastiness. The second she deemed it ready, the firrerreo grabbed it in a flash of movement, pilfering it right off the grill without ever addressing the vendor. Before the alien manning the stove could utter a word of protest, Vrag flicked him credit chit without affording him a second glance, focused as she was in carefully ripping the steak in half.

"Did I say it was for me?"

With that, she dangled a piece in front of her skull helmet, and watched with a grin as Lammie sneaked out of its bony home, sniffing at the charred flesh before snapping its jaws at it with gusto. She remained engrossed with watching the amphistaff consume the steak, looking at the madman again only once the beast had gobbled up the last of it.

"You want one too? Or do you want that patched up more?"

Because, unsurprisingly, a tank with a high regeneration factor was terribad at judging the severity of others' injuries.

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Making food
Location: Penthouse kitchen
Allies: A pink haired thing
Enemies: Pesky sheets
Post: 9/20

"Worked up an appetite did ya?" He spoke with a grin, free hand hovering just over the sheet covering Andi. Smiling, he nudged on it as he cracked his neck, watching her suck on the stim lolly pop. Delivering that Kranos pause, he spotted her bathing suit strewn across the floor near the foot of the bed. No matter how good she looked in it, he decided he liked it better where it was. "What would you like to eat?" He held up his hand as he stood up. "Don't answer that."

Grabbing her hand, hopefully the one holding up the sheet, he pulled her along as he walked into the kitchen. As they entered, he let her hand go and opened up the refrigerator. Eggs, sirloin rancor steak, orange juice, herbs and milk, whiskey. Clicking on the burner, he pushed the cast iron onto the fire, laced it with just a hint of oil, while he prepared the steak. Salt, pepper, seasoning, he flipped the piece of meat over and repeated. "So tell me Andi..." He said as he turned and placed the steaks on the oversize iron. "When not seducing me with that little number..."

He pulled a couple of glassed form the cupboard. Filling both with whiskey, he sipped from his and placed hers on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He eyed her for a moment. "An effort that seems to be having some lingering effects..." He smiled. "What do you do?"

The steaks began to sizzle, the smoke rising into the vent above.

[member="Andais Plaga"]​

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

{2/20}
Objective: 2- 'Subtle' Murder
Allies: The usual
Enemies: People, mostly

The chaos-bound crept along softly, smoothly, as if there was a chance of her making a noise. Maybe it was instinct that guided the former death-walker in her silent movements. Once upon years she had been alive, and she had been a warmonger, and she had brought swift demise to those her commanders pointed at. Many-a-times her blade of choice brought death from afar, a speeding projectile brought forth to a throat, a skull, a heart. But there had been days where she had to go forward quietly, akin to a shadow, and strike without being seen or heard.

Those had been the days she'd remember most.

To break such a hard formed habit such as hers- the act of being silent- was not an easy thing. And so even now, as her body lay far off, long done withering, her spirit slipped from room to room with as much care as a master thief would take. Perhaps if skin still lay upon her bones, and her soul lie still beneath that still, her care would bring fruit. Alas, her effort was for naught, not because she did not try hard enough, but because there was nothing, in truth, to be tried. Ghosts were notoriously bad at keeping track of time... and at unlearning the lessons they learned in life, it seemed.

Though it mattered not, truly, in the end. For time and time again the chaos-bound made silent deaths of those who denied her masters' rule. Soon they too would be chaos-bound, destined for a fiery afterlife, much like her own was supposed to be. But the ghost would not join them for some time. No, she had things to do first.

Such as make sure that when she finally left for chaos... there would be many to accompany her.

 

[Disciple]

[17/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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He blinked at the creature that came out, but otherwise kept his trap shut. See. I told you she hungers. "Oh, like you knew that were in there." He snaps, trying to stare at himself and failing. Frowning a bit, he shook his head, "I require no sustenance. Though medical attention would be appreciated." The fact he was standing now was an utter impossibility medically. Even with the cauterization he was still in shock.

Reasonably, he could collapse at a moment's notice.

The Chiss was swaying side to side, the tick-tock going further each time, as though his sense of equilibrium were thrown off. "There hospitals nearby?"

 

[Vrag]

[18/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

"Handy. How's that work?" the woman inquired in her curiosity, not a single shred of worry trickling into her voice even as she watched him fight with his failing body. Bloodloss. Such a funny thing.

"I don't think so," she shrugged and ushered Lammie back into the skull, pushing off of the stall as she did so. "There's a medical bay up there, though," the Sith added and gestured towards the Imperious looming ominously overhead. Because no Star destroyer ever was capable of looming non-ominously. It was one of the core requirements built into the design, along with the Brood-it-yourself™ bridge and the black-and-red color scheme. The spikes were optional, but often included for nostalgia's sake, installed along with a few incompetent officers placed there for the distinguished Sith Lord's choking convenience.

"Come on." Before you die on me.

 

[Disciple]

[18/20]
[member="Vrag"]

How did what work? Oh, sustenance. "Photosynthesis." He responds, voice as cheerful as a dreary day of rain-filled clouds and autumn chill. Turning his head skyward, he blinked slowly, breath coming in shallow rasps. The more aware he was of his condition, the worse it became.

But, as with all things that teeter, he too would fall eventually. Taking a few steps down the road, he suddenly collapsed onto his face in unceremonious fashion.

Blinking slowly, he began to laugh. Not quiet, or pained, but with considerable manic amusement. Of course he would fall then! It all made so much sense! He stopped laughing almost as soon as he began, opting instead to push himself up to try and get... somewhere.

Really, all he probably had to do was wait for a shuttle.

 

[Vrag]

[19/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

She snorted despite herself, chuckling dryly at his cheek. All things considered, Vrag quite liked the man. He had spirit (no pun intended).

He also had a broken nose, most likely.

The Sith Lord spun on her heel at the wet smack of a body hitting the ground, lifting an impatient eyebrow at the sight of his mangled body sprawled across the asphalt. The other eyebrow quickly joined the first when instead of pained gurgles, laughter erupted from his chest, broken as it was, crawling across the harsh surface much as the chiss.

Amusement and annoyance fighting for dominance, Vrag finally resolved that the man was fun enough to keep around for a few more sessions of rampant slaughter. If his usefulness ever ran out… well, he looked quite at home on the side of the road.

With that, she tore her cold gaze from his prone body and snapped her fingers at a few troopers guarding the perimeter. They jumped to obey her command, nearly scraping the blue man off the floor as they helped him up.

"Take him to a medbay," she ordered as they started for one of the dropships. "Just get him patched up and ignore the talking."

 

[Disciple]

[19/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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Astaire didn't hear much of anything that she said, but he did feel the arms that hooked under his own, hefting him up to drag him unceremoniously towards an idling dropship which already had engines warmed. You're a pathetic urchin, Astaire. But I think you may have impressed her. "Why do you say that." He mutters, blood matted bangs hanging down across his eyes.

She's actually going to keep you alive.

Gurgling out a laugh, he allowed the soldiers to push him down into a dropseat and strap him in. Ramp closing behind him, he was spirited away and up into the bowels of the ship above them. Perhaps you may prove a useful host after all.

"I didn't choose the psycho life. The psycho life chose me."

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Pilfering Museums

[member="Sage Bane"]

She blinked. OMGEEE - it had actually worked!!!! SQUEEAAAAAAAA. The teen managed to bottle all of those emotions firmly inside. Too-blue eyes remained flecked with yellow, adrenaline mixed with fear still pumping firmly through her system. She followed her master, catching a nice glimpse of his backside.

The security door hissed to a sealed-close behind them.

"What exactly are you after, Lord Bane?"

See? All professional. The yellow began to fade from her eyes.

 

[Vrag]

[20/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

The Hand of the Dark Lord plopped down into a seat opposite the dying man, curious to see how he would handle the flight. Not that it was going to be particularly rocky — the weather was quite nice for this time of day — but the usual passenger also didn't suffer from extensive shrapnel wounds to the back. Vrag was no doctor as well, and she'd surely done additional damage when she'd extracted the few pieces she could without tearing out whole chunks of blue meat.

One had to wonder if it tasted any differently, though. Would it be sweeter? Colder? Vrag resolved to ask Lammie the next time there was an insurrection on Csilla.

"The psycho life sure chose you," the firrerreo shot back at the man across the empty hold, with a smile to match the perennial leer of her skull. "How'd you catch that ghost of yours, anyway?"

If nothing else, she'd keep the man distracted and herself entertained. Win-win.

 

[Disciple]

[20/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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How did he catch the ghost? "I don't know. Was digging through a cave on Kashyyyk and he just latched onto me. Woke up to a splitting headache and an extra voice." Letting his head fall back against the back of the dropship as they made for orbit, he let out a slow breath, unsure just how long his recovery was going to be. He was about to speak again, but it would become apparent his mouth was just hanging open ever so slightly.

The Chiss was unconscious by the time the dropship landed in the hangar bay, and his heart beat was nearly gone by the time he reached the medbay. He'd survive, but barely. Armor was going to be a necessity if he were going to keep up with the Hand, though.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

2/20
Objective: 3. – Making house calls.
Location: Vor settlement.

Bowing her head to fit under the earthy ceiling, she looked over her shoulder before slipping inside. The visual aids of her helmet helped her see clearly in the darkened den. It was not as much a dark, damp hole as she had expected. Some would say it was rather cosy. It was certainly bigger on the inside as it burrowed deep under the fields of magenta grass. Artificial lighting adorned the walls, but they were dark. Ophidia’s boots left marks in the earthy floor; she could feel it compacting under her weight. Yet, the pale assassin left nothing but a whisper in terms of sound.

The den split three ways, and Darth Ophidia raised her hands to feel the Force as it flowed through the structure. To the left, she heard a soft snore. Snoozing still? That would certainly explain the lack of light. She had come in the wee hours of the morning, but she had expected more activity. Her hand turned to the middle passage. She would guess it was their general living quarters, perhaps kitchens. To the left, there was a presence. It was so small, so fragile, and so young. Her face turned to the rightmost room. Fingers brushed through the air as she moved the door silently out of the way. From under her black skirts, a white serpent emerged and slithered into the room. Ophidia’s consciousness merged with her familiar as it paved its way to the adult Vors sleeping inside. She could see them. One male, one female. The female was the culprit, a voice against the One Sith’s dominion. The serpent slithered around their bedding and approached the head end with the uncanny stealth of a venomous predator. The bite was quick, but far from painless. A plentiful dosage of terentatek venom pumped directly into the male’s jugular vein by the serpent’s quick bite, and proceeded to cause havoc in his body.

Convulsing and frothing at the mouth, his body fought a futile battle against the potent venom. The female jumped into a woken state and turned to her spouse. Many said the Vor did not display emotion, but Ophidia could feel the panic like pulp in the air. The Vor screeched at the convulsing body and swatted her wings at the white serpent, which quickly returned to Ophidia. As the Vor followed the serpent with her gaze and set eyes on the Sith standing in the hallway.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Raid Vors museums reliquaries
Location: Vortex Capital
Allies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: Whoever wants to stop us
4/20

When Kinsey called Sage "Lord Bane," he liked it. So much so that when the door to the reliquary hissed closed, he almost forgot all about the talisman. With the look of a starving wolf, he stared at Kinsey for a few minutes and then blinked back to the task at hand. Sadly, the carnal would have to wait, at least until he found the talisman.

"What are we looking for?" repeated Sage as he began to hunt for the treasure. There were a few minor artifacts brimming with a dark sided signature, but as he approached a locked cabinet, he felt the motherload of the Dark Side. He began to use the Force to jimmy the mechanism on the door. In a few moments, the talisman would be his.

"It's called a Talisman of Transformation. A Nightsister artifact. According to ancient historians, the object has the power to transform the wearer into an animal."

The biggest question was, what kind of animal?

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: A Good Time
Location: Penthouse
Allies: Beards, spice & everything nice
Enemies: Hunger
Post: 9/20

She giggled as he pulled her off the desk, and a quick change of hands ensured that the sheet stayed put as he lead her into the kitchen and started to prepare her some food. The opportunity to adjust her clothing arose as he rummaged for glasses and she tied the sheet around her in a makeshift toga, flashes of her skin here and there while she got the crisp linens situated. Hopping up on the edge of the island, she took the glass, and sipped the potent potable, wincing at how strong it was. She tended to like sweeter fruitier drinks but she wasn’t going to look a gift candy man in the beard.

She twirled the end of one of her hot pink dreads around her fingers, feeling the smooth texture of the spiral around the soft skin of her hands. She still had the stim pop in her mouth and the honeyed taste helped with the bite of the whiskey on her tongue. She grinned at him as she answered him.

“By day, I’m a programmer, by night I am a slicer. I work for a big biomedical company with a corporate office on Coruscant.”
She probably would have been more guarded with her personal information but she was tripping out of her mind at the moment and she was darned near naked while he cooked her something wearing a bathrobe. It was a little late for caution. They set caution on fire and huffed a load drugs off it before they made a timely exit.

"What do you do?"

She kicked her feet slowly over the edge of the island, her glass in one hand, the lollipop stick in the other.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Pilfering Museums!!!!!

[member="Sage Bane"]

"An animal?" Eyes sparkled in curiosity and a hunger - a different kind of hunger than lust. She was quick on Sage's heels. Flecks of yellow suddenly exploded into her blue eyes like fireworks. The darkside gathered into her fist. With a cracking-splinter, the wood around the lock-box splintered and exploded outward. A little messy but it still did the job.

A black, shiny talisman flew through the air and past Sage's long, thin fingers and straight into the outstretched hand of his apprentice. "Wow," starburst-eyes locked with Sage's for a moment before her body began to crack and convulse in sickening, bone-crunching sounds. Pain contorted her face before her human form completely disappeared and was replaced with a sleek, tawny Nexu with wide-blue eyes. The cord of the talisman hung from a pair of her sharp teeth.

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Doing stuff
Location: Penthouse kitchen
Allies: A pink haired thing
Enemies: Still pesky sheets
Post: 10/20

"What do I do..." He paused and swirled the whiskey. "When I'm not busy with you...right?" He smiled and turned the steaks over. Walking over to the cupboard, he pulled a bowl out and started cracking eggs. Meticulous, he pulled the shells apart and tossed them into the pale, somewhat energetic and productive. Carrying the bowl back over to the island, setting it down next to Andi, he cracked some pepper into the bowl and started whisking with a fork.

"I own a chain of flower shops, part of the Coruscant Flower and Funeral Company." He shook the bowl and sprayed some herbs in. "I'm a founding member of the Coruscant Rotary Club, based out of the Cream and the Crop Casino." He pulled a plate from the cupboard and pulled the steaks from the griddle. Pouring the eggs into the grease, he lowered the temperature and exhaled, looking towards Andi. "Slicing? I know a certain blue individual who might be interested in working with you."

He walked over to her, placing himself between her dangling legs as he pulled her whiskey cup to his lips. For some reason, hers just looked better, tastier. "We are also a medical company...among other things. Well, we own a hospital anyway." He smiled as he fiddled with the tie of the sheet, attempting to loosen it. "Ya know, if you ever feel like slicing during the day and finding more entertaining things to do at night...I think I could find a position for you."

[member="Andais Plaga"]​

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Darth Drethi"]
Cathedral of Winds
4/20

The waves of darkness would streak the skies first with grey. Then darken into inky black tendrils akin to growing arms, as if a beast had taken to the ether, manifested by the power of the Darkside of the Force and now a hungry beast to be reckoned with. The skies would writhe, squirm, and spread the miasma of dark energy among the locust cloud of Vors.

The putrid and fear inducing spread of the Sith Sorcery, the visible palpable waves of literal darkness spreading with the echo of a loud roaring sound. It was rather haunting and ominous with the melodic sound the Cathedral of Winds was harmonizing with every gale. It was a rising crescendo of harmonies and melodies, with the boom and blast of the Eye of the Dark Lord's manipulations of the Force.

The Vors would be subjected to feelings of intense despair and confusion, the intense compulsion to flee the scene engulfing them all.

All the while, a wolfish grin would twist upon the Chosen of Vahl's lips.

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: A Good Time
Location: Penthouse
Allies: Beards, spice & everything nice
Enemies: Hunger
Post: 10/20

The food smelled heavenly as she tossed the lollistick in the bin and threw back the rest of the whiskey. She had been at her current job a couple years and although it paid her a nice corporate salary for a nice corporate life, she had rather expensive tastes in other facets which she had been supplementing by slicing since she was a teenager. Her handle was coded and she managed to stay out of the view of certain regulatory bodies. But she knew it was only a matter of time before the authorities would catch her. Maybe she needed a new avenue to explore. She just needed a little push and she'd never met a pusher like Roger before.

The offer and the breakfast were tempting. She resisted the urge to steal a little piece of meat off the plate, instead watching the bounce of the bathrobe belt as he moved through the kitchen. At heart, she was a cyberpunk party girl and his offer sounded like a helleva time.

"I think I could be persuaded. What's the benefit package like?"

She liked the double entendre of corporate buzzwords and sexual innuendo. She was always getting slapped by HR for it.

[member='Roger Krano']

 

[Darth Ophidia]

3/20
Objective: 3. – Making house calls.
Location: Vor settlement.

Fear, anger, hatred, Ophidia sensed the emotions bursting from deep inside the Vor’s core. In a display of nonchalance, she turned her back on the adults and entered the child’s bedroom. The fear turned to panic as the Vor scrambled out of their bedding and toward the door, which slammed shut in her face. Screeching, cursing, and hammering on the door the Vor broke every stereotype of their serene nature. To protect one’s offspring trumped most emotional detachments, and Ophidia was fully aware of this.

The Rattataki stood over the minuscule Vor, gazing at it through the visor of her beskar helmet. Her left hand turned and floated up as she telekinetically gripped the youngling in its swaddling cloth and lifted it into the air. She looked at the pathetic thing for a moment, before letting go of her seal on the door. The mother stared at her with hatred and panic in her eyes. Ophidia’s lifeless visor turned to the mother. Fist clenched, and blood squirted as what was once alive turned into nothing more than a pulp of mangled flesh and broken bones. As the fleshy pulp clashed into the blood-soaked bedding, she reached a hand out towards the Vor mother. The avian beast was about to charge the Sith in a mad frenzy, but found herself stuck. Ophidia had grasped her mind in tendrils and applied increasing pressure. She probed at every fear and weakness in her mind, forcing it into the light and strangling what little hope opposed it.

She had taken her lover and her child. Now she would take her sanity as well. Some would call overkill. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps Darth Ophidia was just in a sadistic mood this morning.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Objective: Explore caves in the jungle
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemies: Cave Critters
Post: 2/20

Darth Pyrrhus pressed on, lost in thought. As his feet mechanically carried his body forwards, he allowed his mind to wander. Through the Force, he extended his presence across his surroundings. He felt every turn the ground took, every creak in every valley. Even before becoming a Sith, he had been an excellent tracker. Now? With the power of the Force, he truly felt unstoppable. No prey would be safe from him. Not even the terrantek. It was a mighty beast he might've feared once, but now he was ready to take it on on his own. Or, rather, he was not on his own. He had Darth Azurea. Setzi. With her fighting by his side, he felt convinced that even a pack of Terrantek would get a run for their money. Fortunately for them, the Terrantek were not pack animals, and they did not have money.

The duo reached a rope bridge. With Azurea stepping back, he proceeded without much of a thought. He felt safe around her. His mind was still reaching for any signs of life, large or small. Then something happened. He hadn't sensed anyone approaching, but suddenly he felt a sudden rush of danger. Immediately his stance fastened as his mind was ripped back to the present, back to the bridge. He dropped into a defensive stance, his hand already grasping the hilt of his lightsaber. Then he felt Azurea... There was no secret attacker, there was only her. And within her he felt no hostile intent, no sense of betrayal. She was... Playing with him.

When the Togruta turned he saw the mischievous grin on her face. It was huge. His stance eased up, though his arms reached for the rope railings. Though it offered him some measure of support, he felt far from safe. It would be a long fall, and the bridge looked old. Instead, Pyrrhus laughed. She had indeed caught him completely off-guard. And she would indeed pay. In fact, retribution was swift.

His hand reached out to make a sudden pull at her leg. It was subtle, with the intent to throw her slightly off balance; worst case have her land on her tush. Of course, he might have to think of a more elaborate way to get her back. But that was for later, when she least expected it. "You're playing with fire" he teased, though there was no threat to be recognized from his voice, obvious or veiled. Laughing again, he continued to walk forwards, eager to get to the other side of the bridge. However, this time, he didn't let his guard down completely, and kept a portion of his mind focused on Azurea in case she deemed it fit to offer a counter to his pull.

Eventually, they would move beyond this bridge, and find themselves standing by the entrance of the cave. "Think our dear friend is home?" he asked, before closing his eyes. Again, she stretched out with the Force. This time, his focus was much more focused, expanding down the patterns of the cave, searching for life. As it turns out, he didn't have to. A mighty roar sounded from the depths of the cave. Yup. It was there.