Dominion Luxury and Usury (SO Dominion of Eliad)

[Rayden Helonus]

A D J U D I C A T O R
OBJECTIVE - Noble Nuisances
TAGS - Arcturus Dinn | Ishani Dinn
LOCATION - Grand Duke Haske's Mountainside Estate

As Rayden watched the Estate Security swarm from their barracks and guard posts towards the landing pad, he could not help but grimace. Clearly Arcturus had reached his objective first, and favoured a more hostile approach to negotiations. Or perhaps it was simply more convenient to treat all unannounced visitors with open hostility.

It certainly made sense for a planet comprised of aristocrats, especially for the estate of one of their exemplars.

The Grand Duke, Jeller Haske, was a prime example of the leading aristocracy of the planet. Arrogant, stubborn, and rich. He made no secret of his refusal to attend the negotiations and overall disapproval of accepting Sith rule. Normally, such insolence was handled at a later date, discreetly; today, though, it presented a rather lucrative opportunity to either make an example, or obtain a powerful ally for Darth Empyrean and the Eternalists.

Striding from the cockpit to the ramp, he slammed his fist against the ramp control button. As the ramp lowered and extended itself, the ship depressurising with a hiss as he took step after step down that ramp. His robes billowed in the harsh, mountain wind; the guards moving quickly to intercept him as he stepped onto the landing pad, trailed by one of his crew.

As the ramp raised behind him, Rayden continued his advance, crewman fearlessly flanking the Knight as he approached the firing line. They both ignored the numerous, overlapping commands to halt, raise their hands, etcetera etcetera...

"I come on beha-" he announced, finally slowing to a stop no more than ten feet from the firing line. Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the wave of blaster bolts.

Raising his off hand, the blaster bolts froze mid-air, vibrating back and forth furiously as they defied every law of physics imaginable. For a moment, just a precious moment, the guards froze; staring in horror as their shots formed a wall of plasma.

The Knight had to resist the temptation to turn the bolts on the firing line, oh the irony if he had. No, he was greater than that, more controlled. He was here on a diplomatic mission, and he'd already shown his power. Flicking his hand upwards, the blaster bolts followed, turning and flying upwards, to the clouds.

In the same moment, he reached out with his main hand. Gripping each and every one of the blasters held in the hands of the firing line, he yanked them back towards him, scattering them on the ground at his feet as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"I have come on behalf of the Dark Lord, Darth Empyrean." he began once more, his anger now evident in his tone. "I seek an audience with the Grand Duke, to discuss the benefits of accepting Sith Rule, and staying in my lord's good graces." he continued, accentuating his last point with a mocking step forward for each word, the line practically quivering with indecision as it failed to either to part for him, or flee.

Finally, stopping a mere foot from the first echelon of the line, he cast his gaze down at the crouching man beneath him. For a moment, he said nothing, the blood-skinned Sith merely observing how the sweat of terror rolled down the man's forehead, how his eyes bulged and pupils dilated.

"Move."

It did not take much more than to raise his amber eyes, from the man as he scrambled backwards against his comrades, to the firing line for them to spur into action, hurrying backwards as he pushed through them, advancing into the manor of the estate.
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[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Objective IV
Tag | Darth Nito
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"Execution. The men, women, children - none will live for the crimes of their patriarch. The Jedi will have a public execution. Your desires come second to political ramifications."

"Of course, sir. I didn't mean any harm with my request, sometimes my palate gets ahead of me. Think of it as harmlessly poking at something to see results instead of an authoritative demand."

The woman softly smiles, expecting the answer she got... Yet, the taste of another's force was too thrilling. She had been doing it off and on thanks to the bounty she had placed, eating both the captured target and the person who brought them in. So far none had impressed her enough to be given her blood, better they served as just another stepping stone on her bloody path to godhood.

Everyone may have been a tad crowded, it was moment such as this that Adeline was glad she was petite, able to slink through the line of armor with ease.

Next, her crimson eyes watch as the titan of a man crushed the rock with ease.. The rather simple Jedi trick had been foiled, the Sith warriors now marching on through.​

"They'll know we're close."

"Well that is when the fun starts, no?"

She once again feels comfortable enough to joke a bit with him, chuckling a little bit as she herself takes out her saber.

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Objective 1 - Noble Nuisances
Post: 1

Darth Xyrah was the next one to arrive at the meeting with the nobility. His gold tinted J-type 327 Nubian Royal Starship touched down just outside the manor. As the local attendants quickly gathered to greet their guest, the ship's boarding ramp slowly lowered. Saryn strode out from his ship gracefully, garbed in an elegant golden dress and matching high heels while escorted by a pair of his ornate, well polished SBG-2 Royal Guardians. The highly effeminate young sith lord was always eager to show his affluence off to new allies and vassals of the Sith, and his exotic and expansive wardrobe was always well equipped to dazzle and entice those who met him.

He politely took the time to greet many of the diplomatic representatives who'd deigned to meet him at the landing area, before making his way to the meeting hall. His name and titles were regally announced to those gathered in the meeting hall by the manor's herald, an honor many of his fellow sith had declined, but Saryn was ever one for pageantry. "His eminence, the esteemed Darth Xyrah, the Golden Prince, second born son of the House of Naberrie of Naboo, second husband to Gunnr Fitz-Kierke, and faithful consort to his eminence the esteemed Emperor Emeritus, Darth Carnifex."

He gracefully stepped across the meeting chamber to stand beside his master, Darth Carnifex. "Apologies for the slight delay, beloved. Had to avoid a bit of anti-air fire from those houses who have not accepted our generosity.", he said with a mischievous smirk before taking his seat next to him.

Darth Carnifex
Darth Strosius
Saeth Zambrano
Arcturus Dinn
Ishani Dinn
Rayden Helonus

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The face of the Dark Lord did not budge an inch, it retained its rigid placidity regardless of external stimuli. He did, however, incline His head ever so gently forward. His eyes were locked with Alisteri's, an unspoken bout of will against will, and the former Emperor of the Sith would watching the younger Sith's movements with an unblinking gaze. Everything about the Dark Lord seemed unnatural, even the way He was sitting gave off an otherworldly impression. The composition of His flock did not lessen that feeling, only magnified it.

"Of course," spoke the Dark Lord, His voice causing the nobles nearest to flinch from the sheer power of each syllable. "Darth Strosius, a pardon for the lack of decorum. Our dear noble hosts were much more lively a few moments ago, what words that are spoken in such gilded company is quite fascinating. Though, now they have quieted. A pity, a pity." The Dark Lord's arrival had been quite unexpected, not that any of the nobles seated around the table had anticipated the Tyrant appearing in the same room as them in what amounted to the blink of an eye.

One second they were only amongst themselves, and the next they were in the presence of the Butcher King. The words they'd spoken, their conspiratorial gossiping, had barely echoed across the vaunted ceiling by the time they'd realized they were not alone. "Only the most magnanimous praise of our dear Order, assuredly." The nobles were slow to nod their heads in ascent, but nod they did. Voluptuous sweat perspired their brows, their servants only tentatively reaching with embroidered handkerchief to dab it away.

The tension had reached a fever pitch, so thick was the anxiety in the air that it wasn't entirely outlandish to claim that one could carve it up and serve it for dinner. Fortunately for those on the receiving end of the Dark Lord's nightmarish presence, that tension was alleviated as the doors to the room opened and the flash of gold assailed their senses. It was Darth Xyrah, Saryn Naberrie, dressed in a flowing and minimalistic golden dress. The effeminate inventor with a casual swagger boisterous of his wealth and station before coming to a halt right at the Dark Lord's side, a stark dichotomy between one who was abound in regality and opulence and another who shrouded Himself in terror as a cloak.

Darth Carnifex's eyes turned from those at the table to the smaller man at His side, His hand reaching out to touch the golden hair upon his head. "Quite the predicament we find ourselves in," His eyes now turned back to the nobles, "Those who have spurned our gifts declare war against us, and those who may yet call themselves our allies conspire amongst themselves. What would you have us do in this moment, Darth Strosius? What should we do with these noble lords and ladies?"

Darth Strosius | Saeth Zambrano | Darth Xyrah
Arcturus Dinn | Ishani Dinn ​

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Objective I: Noble Nuisances​

With: Ishani Dinn ​

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Arcturus stood, back straight and eyes fixed dead ahead on who he presumed to be the head of the guards, and waited patiently. Composed, in spite of the fact that they'd shot at him twice and one of their own men now lay crumpled on the ground, as though he had all the time in the world. He could have gone inside, sought out the man there, but why inconvenience himself? Besides, they'd lose the tactical advantage by doing so, it was easy to be herded inside an unfamiliar building, led to slaughter. By forcing the noble to come to him he was leveling the playing field... And making his position above him clear.​

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That Beholder lingered overhead ready to react if necessary was only a plus, its starlance projectors trained on the castle itself. With any luck disintegration wouldn't be the outcome here. Arcturus at least tried to play fair... At first.​

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Rhiannon's presence was largely put on the backburner, though he'd be lying if he tried to claim that protecting his wife-to-be was not of upmost importance to him in the grand scheme of things. Right now he was relying on her anonymity, for her to remain blended in amongst the foot soldiers. An ace up his sleeve. Drawing attention to her would ruin that element. So he kept his gaze fixed forward.​

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When Lord Dystra was brought forth from within his mighty stronghold, Arcturus couldn't help but feel markedly disappointed. It was not some grizzled veteran of war or hulking behemoth but a fresh faced boy no more than 13, skin untouched by hardship. He hadn't a single blemish or callous on him. A sweeping of blond hair framed eyes as green as his lovers, and still held that sparkle of youth. That hopeless optimism remained untarnished.​

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Arcturus' left hand curled into a tight fist at the sight of him. He could have easily passed as another Threepwood. Their twins could have come out looking just like him. He pushed those thoughts from his mind, and took one firm step forward. A steady thrum of boots followed the action as his men kept the same distance.​

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"What is this?" he asked the head guard, gesturing to the boy. "The Lord Dystra, Sir..." came the sputtered response. "The Lord Dystra" Arcturus echoed, the words tasting rotten on his tongue. He beckoned the lad forward; he didn't comply. A long sigh left the Lorrdian, expelled through his nose, and then with an admittedly gentle tug through the Force he pulled the boy toward him. Close enough that it was easy for Arcturus to reach out and snatch his chin. He lifted the lad's head, icy blue meeting forest green eyes.​

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"Do you understand what is happening here?" he asked, voice calm and pragmatic with only a touch of the chill he'd been using toward the other men. Dystra didn't respond verbally, instead he just nodded his head firmly. He looked at Arcturus unflinchingly, smoldering up at him from beneath wispy lashes. A few seconds passed in silence, the air around the gathered parties thickening with discomfort. It was cut by another, admittedly shorter sigh from the Sith.​

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"What's your name boy?" "Pharus" the boy spat. "Pharus..." Arcturus nodded his head once, then tightened his hold of the lad's jaw until it was just reaching the point of discomfort. The house guards made a move to step forward, though Arcturus ignored them and trusted that his own men would handle it. ​

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"This occupation is already assured" he stated rather plainly, "One way or another, the political landscape here on Eliad will change. Which side of history do you wish for House Dystra to fall on, Pharus? Will the destruction of your home, your long and storied name, be worth it when all is said and done? When naught but ashes stand where we now speak?"​

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Pharus just continued to stare, though Arcturus could see a slight flicker of uncertainty entering his gaze.​

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"Is this how you want your story to end? Come dawn none will even remember the name Dystra, much less Pharus the Reluctant... Have your men stand down, and submit to our rule; you may find our terms rather agreeable."​

 

[Loray Tares]

OBJECTIVE II: CLEARING THE WAY​

It had all felt like a fever dream, one that I couldn't wake up from. In my current twilight, I think I knew I wouldn't. This was the end.

I found myself thinking back to my mother and father and their beliefs. While eating dinner one night, we had once talked about what someone sees when they die. My mother, being a devout believer, perceived it as a moment of touching something beyond ourselves and being warmed by the memories of our life up until that point. My father, a military man who convinced me to take up the post at the spaceport 4 years ago, believed it was the racing mind attempting to pinpoint the exact moment where the fatal mistake had occurred. Unfortunately for me, mine was a series of fatal mistakes, going back to the moment I agreed to this posting.

Joe had been a good man, one of the veterans of the spaceport who knew the ins and outs of the service areas and the blacktop. And when we had heard the footsteps coming back to the garrison, I had assumed he had found Angelo and was simply returning to confirm so. But what we saw wasn't Joe, at least not in any recognizable form. Amid the klaxon of the spaceport alarms, the blinking strobe of red and yellow, it was like ink had been given life and forced into the specter of a person. A ghost. A monster. And behind him, he dragged a limp body that was trailed by a wide swath of red. Joe was gone.

I wasn't the first to pull the trigger. No, that was Rodram. An officer with ten years of experience, he had been on edge since it all began. And when that...thing...flung the remains of Joe against the barricade, splattering gore and crimson through the garrison, it had been nothing but flashfire from the barrels of the security forces. And like dominoes in the open, soldier after soldier fell in horrific displays of violence that only further spurned my trigger finger. Until, by some unknown grace, I was the only one left.

The strobe lights were gone, shot out by blaster bounce, and my helmet had done nothing to muffle the shots of the blasters. When the sirens weren't hammering me, my ears were ringing from the echoes of the firefight that had just come to an end. I recall reaching for the barrel, flicking on the light, and scanning the scene. Everyone was gone.
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I heard it then and swayed left...I think it was left. The black figure stood before me, a visor of red and metal that may have been blue once, but it was too difficult to tell beneath the streaks of red. I pulled the trigger and he recoiled, like it was taking in a big breath of air to laugh at something it had found funny. After that, I remember the jerk as its claw yanked the gun away from me. Before the world turned over on me, I remember it saying something....You are alone. You were always alone. But I am here now.

It was right, but it didn't change how I felt. Now, my life flees from me and as I look up, the specter has stayed by my side. I feel no pain but when I breath, I can feel just how broken my body is. The last thing I will see is that red visor.

Father, you were right. In the end, I was grieved only by my own misdoings. Please, leave...Eliad.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective 1: Noble Nuisances
Tag: Arcturus Dinn

A boy. Lord Dystra was only a boy? Rhi stared in disbelief at the noble's soft, babyish face, straining her ears to hear his voice. Had he even hit puberty yet?

It made her question how much power the nobles actually had, if a mere child could hold the position of lord. Was he a figurehead? Was there some unseen regent ruling in his stead? Or were these people like the Nabooians, who in the past had been content to let a fourteen year old girl ascend the throne as Queen? Either way, she almost pitied Pharus Dystra. Almost.

The little lord seemed defiant even in the face of certain Sith occupation. Did he cling to power? Was he an idealist? Did he think he was being brave, or was he just stupid? Did it matter? They had guns trained on the castle, strong enough to level the place and salt the earth. But she would prefer to resolve this with the least amount of bloodshed possible, if only to avoid the hassle, and she suspected Arcturus felt the same.

Reaching into a pouch at her belt, she removed a small vial containing a pinkish liquid. Removing the cap, she used the Force to draw the liquid from the bottle, then dissipated it like mist, sending it toward Lord Dystra's guards. Once they caught a whiff of the fear-inducing perfume, the resulting panic would break their ranks, prompting them to flee in terror. Perhaps the young lord would be more open to negotiations in the face of such desertion.

 

[Saeth Zambrano]

She didn't speak of the next approach, for it seemed as though he who came was not looking to arrive unseen. Or even unheralded. A dazzling flash of gold swept into the room, and it was all she could do not to turn her head toward it like a moth into flame. Only her green eyes trailed him and the clipping of his heels on the stone floor, right up until the point that he stopped beside Kaine.​

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Her proximity afforded her a front row seat to the brief display of intimacy shown through his hand in the golden locks, not to mention the words uttered by Darth Xyrah. It was no great secret to Saeth that her brother had quite the group of concubines, it was as the Daughter willed it - an embodiment of devotion to their Goddess - but she didn't make it her business to seek them out.​

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Having it so clearly displayed before her like this was quite unexpected, if a little fortuitous. Nussyn blessed this endeavor then; Saeth muttered a small invocation beneath her breath, head lifting just a touch in the wake of such clear divine favour. When Xyrah found his seat at side of the Butcher-King one of her hands reached out to briefly anoint the back of his head. It was just a fleeting touch, but one which she wholeheartedly believed would imbue him with Nussyn's grace.​

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A most auspicious addition to the table.​

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With a light clinking of metal her hand retracted, and the bangles upon her wrist returned to their former place. Nothing more was done or said by the Grand Archimandrite as the congregation was finalized and the meeting formally began.​

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Darth Carnifex Darth Strosius Darth Xyrah ​

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Objective I: Noble Nuisances​

With: Ishani Dinn ​

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Evidently whatever it was his men had done to stave off the advances of young Dystra's guards, it was not pleasant. It started with just one man who frantically began to run back toward the grand doors of the castle, and then another began to wail. If not for his already established grip on the boy, he felt certain Pharus would have turned tail too. In fact, he tried; Arcturus held him in place. He could smell just the slightest hint of spoiled blue milk in the air. His free hand raised, and he gently guided the air around himself and the boy outward, keeping the spray from meddling with either.​

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He needed the lad sound of mind for what was to come.​

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"Their perceived terror is nothing in comparison to what will befall this stronghold should it need to be taken by force," he assured the Lordling, and when Pharus' eyes drifted toward his quickly diminishing group of men Arcturus snapped the fingers of his free hand to redirect him back to what was important.​

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A strange expression fell over the boy, and Arcturus could feel the air around them begin to stir. It became suffocating almost, intoxicating as the Darkside threaded itself through to the tiny vessel of a boy and took full advantage of his panicked, frustrated state.​

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Arcturus shoved him away and covered both his ears just in time for the scream to rip free from Pharus' mouth. It shattered the remnants of his personal shield, draining the charge from the device, and shook the Sandman to his core. He solidified his stance and drew upon the Force to redirect it away from himself, but it only served to worsen its effects on the two men closest to him. They fell down in a crumpled pile of pain, their ear drums perforated and their bodies twitching.​

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Soon stilled.​

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With a swift swipe of a hand and the exertion of the Force, Arcturus tossed the boy back against a pillar and put an end to the putrid sound. He could feel lacerations on his skin from where the blasted thing had begun to wear him down, and his usually pressed white shirt was speckled with blood which was fast spreading into pooled stains.​

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"It can get much worse from here, Pharus," he challenged, taking several steps toward the boys slumped form. That he was Sensitive was most unexpected, that he'd had so much broiling anger and pain to draw upon in order to loose such a scream impressive. The position he held at such a young age, and his thick-headed reluctance in the face of such an unmatched foe in the form of the Sith Order left Arcturus jumping to conclusions like he normally wouldn't dare to.​

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He liked to keep his spoken words grounded in fact, and truth. Still, there was a first time for everything.​

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"You're alone out here, boy. No Father, no Mother. Struggling to uphold the birthright so prematurely thrust upon you."​

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Another step closer; Pharus didn't even try to rise this time, he just lifted his head and stared back.​

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"It doesn't have to be this way. Submit, Pharus... Submit and find among our great Order a kinship like no other." He had strength in him, potential, Arcturus could see a vibrant future for the lad... But in order to reach it, he had to make it through this day.​

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Arcturus sank to one knee, blood dripping from a cut on his cheek, and offered out a hand toward him. "Submit" he said again, and this time Pharus reached for his hand.​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective 1: Noble Nuisances
Tags: Arcturus Dinn

Rhi grimaced triumphantly behind her helm as the perfume did its work—only for a scream given physical form to hit her, unleashed from the throat of the boy she had earlier dismissed. Her energy shield crackled and died, but by then she had erected a more metaphysical barrier to protect herself, though she was still knocked backwards a few steps by the sheer force of the blast.

Lord Dystra's howl was abruptly cut short, and Rhi didn't hesitate to rush forward, her sword drawn. The surviving foot soldiers followed her, their weapons trained on the loud-mouthed brat. Her gaze was drawn to the bloodied Arc, and she started to step toward him, but stopped herself. He was talking to Pharus now, offering him... kinship? Did he mean to train the boy, then?

Curious, she decided not to interfere, watching her betrothed and the little lord intently. Would Dystra accept Arc's offer?

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Call M3 Lttle Sun5h1ne
-by Ghost-

Location: Spaceport
Objective: II Clearing The Way
Gear: Staff of the Damned / Talisman of the Witch / Magical Gems / Bow of Immolation
Familiar: Archimedes
Tags:​

"No....no this won't do Archimedes! Huh, what are you gawking about? A lightsaber! Archie, I've told you a jolly stick is made for those, uhm, men and women who need to define themselves by the length they possess or take. Besides, look Archie....corpses!"

Closing my eyes, I rose a swirling finger above my head whilst spewing spell words of well known incantation. Slowly, fresh corpses began to jostle back into the world of the living. Now this finger, that's a jolly everyone can enjoy: less you are alive and the dead are shambling for your flesh. Then, hmm, perhaps I gave the wrong finger impression. Anyway. "See my fowl mouthed fiend, who needs a glow stick when you have them!"

Now, Archie is right (but I will never openly admit that to him, he can be tiresome through my admission) that a weapon such as a glow stick could be useful in times and scenarios such as this. Pfft. As much as I love that feathered bugger, he forgets I have weapons....and I, in the case of boredom, am weapon myself. I drew my bow, feeling myself grow drenched in those nether regions as I pulled the string back; always believing I hear the souls of the damned bellow musically and religiously in combined harmony. Archie says there's no sound, and he might be right. But I'm not insane! He is!

"Archie," I said connecting my eyes to that original sinner. Oh, he is. Story later about that. And like that, he took to the air giving me a well educated layout of the spaceport I presently resided. Running my dead tongue back and forth over my sharp, glean fangs: I loosed my first volley into the crowd.

 

[Darth Nito]

Tag: Adeline Noctua​

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Instead of replying, he offered a mute grunt as the group moved into place. It wasn't a dismissive one, only one that showed his focus was now on war - his every sense like a blood hound. He even sniffed the air as they moved through the passage, always keeping his eye up for the distant lighting. Down the tunnel the lights only seemed to appear every fifty feet, the space inbetween them darker than the eyes could see.​

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Some of them had visors that allowed them to see in the space between, showing the few traps and alarms set out to warn the fortress of their coming. For Nito, they were easy to set off early or destroy with the Force - but after half a mile of walking he stopped and motioned for the dozen Sith to remain still. He watched down the tunnel for a few moments before raising his sword - adjusting his grip on it to a javelin throw, and shot it down the tunnel in a straight line into the darkness.​

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After a moment of flight, the sword appearing in the darkness every few moments, it seemed to spark - and the sound of a heavy dying gasp entered the tunnel. He spoke loudly for the first time since they entered;​

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"We're here.", as the splattering of light from a door impaled spilled into the tunnel.​

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He ripped his sword back and moved to the courtyard's entrance, stepping over the body he had impaled against the wall.​

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"When we exit, Team A will move for the walls. Disable the guns, kill defenders. Team B will disable the shield generators. Adeline, you are with me.", he said with authority that didn't allow argument. Turning to the door, he took in a large breath, then pushed the door off its railings and into the courtyard.​

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Outside, soldiers had begun to panic at the sight of the Sith entering so quickly. Squads moved to barriers to begin firing on them, but the rapid spreading of the Sith made their attempts at stopping the assault quickly hampered.​

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Tag: Darth Atramentar​

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The soldiers on the wall saw the surge of the Sith Zealotry, Imperial Soldiers, and Mordancy - and their resolve hopefully grew. Firing down on the charge, they felt confident their shields and wall could hold until the first of the Sith assault teams reached the wall from behind. All the status and control they held waivered in a second as lines of communication were severed.​

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Striking true, the Mordancy broke the first wall to the mountain fortress with ease - crumbling a great portion of it, and bringing down one of the heavy blaster turrets keeping their forces at bay. With the fall of the wall, the army began to pour into the first walled area before the palace. Only one more wall and they'd be inside the fortress.​

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As soon as they entered however, a man with a blue blade of light bellowed from a high tower - hanging from it like a monkey. His voice carried support and confidence, authority where there was none - he brought them back from breaking, and a chorus of yells rose up as the Eliad defenders pulled knives from their boots, sheathes, and charged into a righteous melee betwixt the walls.​

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The Jedi dropped down and began to cut down the Sith that ventured too close - his presence on the battlefield alone being a unifying power against the forces of the Dark.​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Objective IV
Tag | Darth Nito

Luckily for her, Sangnir were bett- I mean she had handy night vision. Her crimson orbs glowing distinctly in the dark thanks to being a highblood, giving a rather striking and uncanny appearance in dark places such as this. With caution in mind, she helps lord Nito with guiding his men, keen eyes pointing out traps that were rather well hidden.

Soon her previous joke had come true, the fun starting as the titan of a man threw his blade like a javelin... A dead on hit! Adeline ignites her saber as all the rest got ready.
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"When we exit, Team A will move for the walls. Disable the guns, kill defenders. Team B will disable the shield generators. Adeline, you are with me."

"Understood, sir."

A simple and quick response, one that should please him well enough.​

Outside, soldiers had begun to panic at the sight of the Sith entering so quickly. Squads moved to barriers to begin firing on them, but the rapid spreading of the Sith made their attempts at stopping the assault quickly hampered.

And there it was... That divine feeling and rush that Adeline had described moments ago, the sublime art of war. Using what all she knew of Tutaminis to absorb shots that were aimed at both her and Nito, sending back that energy tenfold as a powerful arc of lightning would strike one squad, soon jumping and bouncing around all of those who were too close. Adeline of course knew these shots that were fired at the general would have a hard time harming him through his lovely plate... But it was more so action to show she did have his back.

 

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

Finally it crumbled. He woke up from the thoughth as he looked around and realised hhe was still on the dune ridge. Among thousands of tons of steel and firepower. The Oblivioin Legion was forming up and slowly moving towards the entrenched defenders. Artillery already started punching the outer defenses, heavy shells going down in explosions of sand, concrete and flesh. The LEgions advance would be slow but determined. They were a mobile fighting force, but their primary strength was fire- and willpower.

The heavy guns of tanks and destroyers alike focused on the enemy emplacements which started spitting heavy blaster fire in their direction just as repurposed AA guns aimed horizontally to support the defense with its high rate of fire lasers. But the approaching tanks were made for this kind of engagement. Thick armour and shields made them more than a tough nut to crack.

The narrowing space between the line of the defenders and approaching armored fist of the Warmaster had turned into a deathzone of exchanged heavy fire. The enemy troops in the trenches tried to aim at the soldiers who were between and behind he tanks, but a devastating small arms fire was laid by the secondary and tertiary guns of the tanks onto the trenches for the effect of suppression.

Still on the dune, the Warmaster was pleased with the progress and performance so far. They would roll over the defenders and annihilate their resistance within mere minutes of hitting the trenches.

Darth Moskvin Loray Tares
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[Darth Atramentar]

Objective IV - Bloodline
Southeastern Wall - Inside​

The Force Blast he had unleashed was obliterating a portion of the wall and before the dust had settled, he pushed in with the group of Grenadiers directly behind him and more troops following. He set foot first in the fortress and it would not end there. He came from nothing and would rise to be everything and would show the Sith the way of the Mordancy.

His lightsaber being a beacon of crimson light in the cloud of dust and smoke, it slew the first desoriented defender who appeared after he rushed through the breah. The man was helpless either way, his arm shattered by the explosion or crumbling wall. His mask's HUD showed that fire had decreased and that the lifeforms he could spot were moving away from him. But his view suddenly stopped on the Jedi. Red armored troops poured in behind him, the flechette shotguns of the grenadiers being joined by ordinary blasters as the Mordant Legion claimed the second foot in the fortress.

With a precise and concentrated Force Burst aimed at the Jedi, Atramentar opened the second round. The Jedi descended before it could hit him and with him the defenders turned and ferociously attacked the attacking Sith forces. It was too easy. They were driven to a frenzy by the deluded lightsider and didn't even realise how that supported the Sith.

His lightsaber singing in his hand as it cut effortlessly through the zealous noble troops. Their anger, their death were fuel for his soul, were driven him to heights of passion, taking in all the unleashed emotions and turning them against the enemy. Fools. With unrelenting determination he fought his way towards the blue lightsaber, eagerly looking forward to feasting on the defeated Jedi's expressions.

Darth Nito
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[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 3: Business or Pleasure

Well, that was a more friendly greeting than he had first expected. A fellow Sith huh? One who claimed to have only one desire in this place, and if he took her word for what it was, was not likely to be a foe to his desires for this place. That was of course if he indeed took her word for it. Most would say that even considering this course was foolhardy, who would trust a Sith to be true to their word? He could understand that kind of view, though it very much was questioned if one was a Sith themselves.

Now, in many cases the Sith had just as many reasons to fear a fellow Sith, they did have a habit of killing each other after all. However, when it came to matters like this, there was an expectation of cooperation for a common goal, and as far as Malum knew from the female figure, their goals did align to a degree.

It just now depended on how much that alignment was disparate or convergent.

He allowed force stealth to be voided, as he walked out into the light, and in view of the tattoed woman. Also, an opportunity to buy some time without a fight, as his force shadow continued its wraithlike movements if he could find the room with the important sorcerous artifacts, first, and then abandon the woman in front of him, all the better.

"Greetings, my lady, my name is Malum of House Marr, at your service," He provided simply with a short bow, as his human eyes refused to leave the figure in front of him, while his shadowed eyes continued their search, "Might I have your name? And too, if I might be so bold, to ask which artifact is yours by right of succession? I would never wish to withhold one's rightful inheritance." That was true enough, if anything within the Museum was hers, and she could prove it so, he would likely surrender it without protest... he only hoped that the item was not any of the ones he desired.

Lady Venge

 

[Darth Nito]

Tag: Adeline Noctua​

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The fortress was in chaos, watching as six Sith reigned terror on the walls, while the rest began working their way lower into the confines of the engineering section. In a matter of minutes, this fortress would fall - it was its destiny to do so. To fall under the bootheel of the Sith and serve as a perfect example of those who do not surrender would die.​

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Nito did little to intervene as Adeline worked through the masses around them. Normally he would call down a great horde to suffice his blood lust - but the young sangnir needed to prove herself, and he would like to see how she fought. Without sight of the Jedi, he killed a few who engaged him directly but left the rest to the Adeline.​

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He motioned for her to follow him as he casually strode into the housing quarters of the Fortress. It was obvious this place was once meant for a weekend retreat only to be turned into a valuable war asset. It was built to protect them, but hadn't been used for such in hundreds of years. An odd mixture of luxuries and gold candelabras mixed with ammo crates and service droids.​

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A few in the hallway shot out to fire on them, but Nito's great sword cut them down - leaving massive gouges in both sides of the narrow hallway as it spun down the hall and back. He grunted at the confirmation of their death, and moved further up the stairs to find the rest. Eventually he came to a stand still in the council room, branching out to various hallways that the family no doubt cowered in.​

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"Bring them to me, Adeline.", he commanded as he found a seat.​

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Tag: Darth Atramentar​

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The battle had turned vicious, and the Knight for all his strength was dangerously close to the Dark Side with his efforts. He had raised the moral of the men around him, but they had felt his passion in defending his family and home - First Son of the Fortress's family. They fell into a fury that only benefited the Sith who fed on such emotions.​

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Visceral carnage littered the battlefield however, as men were cut down with plasma filament knives, shot through with heavy blasters, or simply trampled under the surge of men in the melee. It wasn't like most battles, it was a mix of absolute fear and blood lust - amplified by the Force. The Knight among them was covered in the splattered scorch marks of skin flayed by his saber, and the dried blood of his friends.​

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He was breathing heavy as he saw Atramentar approach. Still, a smile came to him;​

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"So you're the General I have to kill to break this siege?", he said with misplaced confidence.​

 

[Darth Atramentar]

Objective 4 - Bloodlines
Southeastern Wall - Inside
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Atramentar's armour was covered in blood and burns, scorched and scratched, but it showed no sign of being broken and neither did he show a sign of exhaustion or fatigue. He approached the Jedi silently and would not offer any response to the meagre attempt of luring him into a talk of kinds.

Instead he let his weapon speak.

The Sith came in with a heavy overhead strike, which would split any torso in half effortlessly, following up with a flurry of heavy one and two handed attacks, his lightsaber becoming a mere scheme and shadow of red lines in the dusty air. He was pressing the offensive, utilizing both his superior strength as well as augmented speed.

The battle around them would continue, the red legionaries of the Mordancy feeling the tone, the passion of the battle as well, truly embracing it and living the combat. They are indoctrinated, drilled and bred for this, to serve and to fight. Attuned for the tidings of the Force, they are no Sith, but one of the best soldiers a Sith could hope for at their side.

Darth Nito
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[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Noble Nuisances
Location: Anthonis Mountain Palace, Eliad
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Darth Carnifex / Saeth Zambrano / Darth Xyrah

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Alisteri almost immediately regretted his spiteful little comment as the attention of the Dark Lord fixed on him for a moment as he addressed him, idly wondering if throwing himself at the fortified spaceport would have been less dangerous to his health than coming to this meeting. He didn't wonder for long though, it most certainly would have been. Thankfully it seemed the threat laced into the words of the tyrant wasn't aimed towards himself but instead at the nervous and all but sniveling nobles across the table.

For now anyway.

Right as the tension in the meeting room seemed like it would hit its breaking point though the doors were thrown open again and the masked man allowed himself a glance to see who was entering. Someone with many titles and a fairly impressive outfit apparently. He clicked his tongue and shifted in his seat as the Golden Prince took his place by the Dark Lord, raising an eyebrow at the surprisingly tender touch the new arrival received.

He had doubted that the hands of the tyrant were anything other than fists of durasteel up until now. But the new arrival did not keep the meeting at bay for more than a few moments and soon enough Alisteri had turned his gaze back to the nobles as Carnifex spoke again. The question caused the Knight to sit up slightly in his seat and attempt to appear more composed as he laced his hands together in his lap.

"I believe that you already know the answer to that. There is only one fate that awaits the enemies of the Sith..." Despite the remark seemingly being aimed at the nobles, Alisteri turned to look back at Carnifex as he spoke. Two could play at this game, he decided. "...death. Whether it be by their own futile resistance or by the execution our weapons bring, only in death can such a sin be resolved. So, nobles of Eliad, are you to be our enemies or our subjects?"

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Objective 1 - Noble Nuisances
Post: 2

Saryn smirked as he watched his beloved and Darth Strosius very quickly terrify the nobles gathered once more with their mere presence. While it wasn't his way of doing things, he couldn't help but respect it. He arose from his seat, before laying on the charm that made him so effective. "My friends, please. Let us not terrify our new subjects, yes?", he said in a honeyed, polite tone to Carnifex, offering those nobles in the room a far less terrifying being to look upon. "While death and destruction await our foes, the opposite is laid before you, esteemed nobles of Eliad. In exchange for your support to Sith rule, you shall receive prosperity for your people, greater wealth for yourselves and incontestable security."

He moved to present some financial data to those gathered via the holoprojector in the middle of the meeting table. "I have formulated a very promising plan which would see Eliad's economic growth quadrupled over the next few quarters. With my assistance, both the nobility of Eliad and the Sith Order stand to make immense profits with which our peoples may prosper. And with the blessing of my beloved, I also stand ready to solve your current....security issues with the rebel houses as well as future threats with the deployment of my droid forces. Eliad will become more prosperous than ever before under Sith oversight and with my guidance. But first, allow me to grant you a taste of what your loyalty would earn you."

Soon enough, a multitude of Saryn's well dressed servants entered the room, bearing crates full of exotic treasures and wares. These were generously passed out to those nobles gathered around the table, as well as copies of the new treaty Saryn intended to present to them. "Exotic gifts, gathered from across the galaxy and paid for by yours kindly.", he said with a warm smile, gesturing to himself. "Yet all this is but a small taste of what you might enjoy under our rule. The question is, are you willing to avoid making the mistakes of your fellows by signing the treaties my servants have so kindly placed before you today?", he inquired politely. The nobles looked at their gifts and started to discuss things between themselves. Darth Xyrah had them eating out of the palm of his hand...

Darth Carnifex
Darth Strosius
Saeth Zambrano
Arcturus Dinn
Ishani Dinn
Rayden Helonus