No Sacrifice, No Victory (OS Dominion of Fresia)

[Darth Ferus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TAUnYZpMbA​

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Objective: #3​

Location: Fresia Capital​

Allies: One Sith (Soon)​

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The image flashed throughout the One Sith holonews. It would continue to flash, cutting in and out every two seconds until a voice began to speak. A soft female voice, a favored news castor by the name of Amelia. But she was not in the camera, or had one. What ever she was broadcasting, the Sith had filtered imagery.​

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"This is Amelia, reporting just outside the Fresia government building. Governor Fan'krel has just made an announcement that all of Fresia will stand against the Imperial regime, by any means necessary. What this means we still do not know, but we will be looking into. Imperial citizens are asked to stay away from Fresia until negotiations can be remade between the One Sith and Fan'krel, I myself plan to leave later today."​

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A shout is heard in the background, though it isn't clear what's being said. The reporter however seems panicked as the sound of running becomes the dominant noise.​

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The running abruptly stops as a gun shot goes off.​

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The breaking news image is abruptly changed to a startling image of a hospital blowing up. A news reporter, man this time, speaks up over the short video, outraged.​

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"This facility was a place for wounded imperial soldiers to to heal after war. After fighting against the wrong that is the Galactic Republic and sacrificing their health, they come to places like this all throughout One Sith space to be taken care of. To to healed and thanked for their sacrifices. And yet, ten of these places were blown up at the same time. A crude bomb, traced back to Fresia Weapon Factory, was found at an eleventh building, and thankfully disarmed by one of the brave soldiers still trying to recover."​

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"The Fresia government has slaughtered our wounded, and yet they remain unpunished? We the people demand retribution. We demand justice. Not just for the men and woman lost to these attacks, but for their families. They didn't deserve this."​

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Once more the image fades, replaced by a simple image.​

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Live, from Fresia, Governor Fan'krel.​

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"The attacks on One Sith Military personal have indeed been carried out by Fresia. For too long we have been living in fear that this war machine will attack us. For too long we have watched Sith come and go, killing our people for sport. The Republic has failed us, and we have had to survive on our own. Using our own facilities we have created our weapons, our armor. Those who did not wish to fight left, but we are still so many. So many who want to fight for their homes. Let the One Sith come, they will fail if they think they can take our home."​

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The feed cut off, and Fan'krel let out a sigh. Before him, a simple unmanned camera he had set up for just this occasion. It had been months since the first movement against the Sith, starting as peaceful protests towards Sith visitors to leave. This was met with needless slaughter, and eventually the Governor commanded the creation of weapons and bombs to arm the normal citizens.​

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It was not enough however, as still citizens died as they tried to resist One Sith forces. And so, for each citizen who wished to remain it was mandatory for them to learn how to fight. They weren't made into soldiers, but they knew how to use the rifles they were given. Fan'krel would stand up from his chair now to an adjacent room. A safe room to the public, a place where Fan'krel would sleep to stay safe from Assassins.​

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It was locked away from the outside world save for one holotable, but this wasn't for the betterment of Fresia. The governor reached down to his side and pressed a button, and the holo image that was this man faded, leaving behind not this terrorist leader, but the new face of Darth Ferus.​

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From the beginning he had orchestrated the public's opinion, strategically taking away those who would preach peace with the Sith and using them to inspire hate from those who remained. For months Ferus had been acting as this Fan'krel, after taking the son of this man's body for the Sith's own, and upon the reunion of a lost son and father, the father was killed, and his place taken.​

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Everything had gone according to plan. The only ones left on this planet still numbered in the millions, and each was a terrorist. An enemy of the One Sith.​

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A white hand reached out to press a button, and a meeting the Sith Lord had been waiting for was just about to begin.​

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"Hands, Voices, and Lord Wrath of the Dark Lord, the public demands justice on Fresia. The time to begin is now. Bring the war machine, capture the terrorists and any other stragglers, and we can begin on the basin. I await your arrival."​

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With this, the human would turn from the table and back towards the door. A single button rested beside it, labeled kill switch.​

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White teeth flashed as the button was pressed. With the weapons being designed by Ferus, they were each electronic. And each fitted with a receiver for the signal he just sent. True to it's name, the weapons of these terrorists would all begin to shut down at once, just in time for the Sith to capture them all.​

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"And so begins a slaughter."​

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Blue eyes gazed out of a small window to a large, empty field. Soon, the ground would be dug up, and the galaxies largest alchemic basin would be completed.​

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Spoiler

1. Rounding up all active terrorist cells for the sacrifice.
2. Building the Alcemic Basin itself.
3. Beginning the alchemic ritual needed to empower the sacrifice and the Basin.
4. Finding any stragglers and collecting them.

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[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: 1 mixed with 3; then slightly stirred, not shaken
Location: Fresia Capital (streets and back alleys)
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] l Dagobah Knights x10
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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wnn47V09Q2M[/youtube]​

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The plan [member="Darth Ferus"] had spent months designing was now going off in full swing. She knew of his idea to body switch, his Zabrak body nearly broken and on it's last leg (no pun), and commence with a sacrificial ritual empowered by alchemy to complete the process of the transformation. He needed bodies, a lot of bodies, more the merrier to offer up and this is where she came in. She, like Lord Ferus, was a study of the alchemy arts and if this proved successful; then one day when this meat sack began to split at the seams she would perform the same rite. So she went soul searching, or rather body collecting.​

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Leading her boys through the streets, she allowed a moment to soak up the ensuing chaos while giving into the anticipation of the hunt. She didn't know where every single terrorist was, but the weeks leading up to this day Lord Ferus and herself planted seeds of their own among the cells with two objectives. The first was to help plant the seeds of dissention in the minds of the terrorists, or at least give them a warm, gentle nudge in the right direction. A few of the terrorists, previously caught by the Sith Lady, had been programmed to comply with whatever their comrades were planning when she invaded their minds and worked her magik on it. Then she released the fish back into the pond.​

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The second objective was keeping tabs on the cells' members. Bugs, listening devices, and other nifty gadgets had been placed in areas where the terrorists frequented. And when they talked among themselves, they boasted! Unaware that they were being 'watched', over two-thirds of them had unwittingly spoke of their favourite haunts and places of residence. Even though the other one-third were unaccounted for, Darth Venefica was well versed in ripping knowledge from minds; and the poor souls that had boasted proudly would now be the undoing of their fellow terrorists.​

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"You five will use stun weapons," she said pointing to the group on one side of her and then added to the other group, "Will keep your weapons hot."​

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"The terrorist are to be kept alive and shipped to Lord Ferus. Any that openly oppose us with violence will die on the streets. Are we clear?"​

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Ten helmeted heads nodded in unison.​

 

[Long Gone]

Objective: One? Quite Possible Their Own. Evacuate Employees and Protect Incom Corporation interests
Location: Incom Corporation Defense Fleet , Flagship “Dauntless”
Allies: One Sith, Techno Union Representatives ([member="Jennifer Blanchard"])

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The Techno Union had delivered on a promise - Incom Corporation had nothing to fear from the allies of the Union, so long as Alyesa behaved and ensured that she kept those within the Corporation in line. She despised the One Sith, there was no hidden secret about it – but she was kept on a short leash, a really short leash. The news came across the lines that a terrorist organization had begun to show its ugly head on one of the largest production planets that Incom Corporation held, so she felt she had to respond personally. It wasn’t until she arrived that she had discovered the government of Fresia had reached out to the One Sith for assistance.

She kept her arms folded across her chest as she stared out into the planet and her shipyard beyond – the ships were being prepared to deploy to protect the assets onboard the shipyard and protocols were being enacted to protect any theft of data. For now, she’d reach out to the Governor and find out just what in the hell was going on. She’d step onto the holopad and motion to the communications officer who dialed in the frequency to Governor Fan’krel ([member="Darth Ferus"]) – now it was a waiting game. She wasn’t here out of hostile intent, maybe she would offer assistance – maybe she’d just ensure there would be no tom foolery – or maybe she just didn’t trust the One Sith.

Just maybe.

 

[Vrag]

[1/20]
Objective: Round 'em up
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Rose Kuhn"] | OS​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPPMx78qs1s​

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Nothing looks quite as intimidating as a horde of Vong rolling out in seemingly endless waves, nearly climbing over each other just to get to the front lines. Yorik-trema after yorik-trema would blot out the sun as they landed upon the once pristine fields, now already trampled under the heedless mass of warriors pressing on, deeper, just itching to let the cracked soil gorge on the blood of traitors.

Not that it really mattered what the people of Fresia had done to the Legion Yun'Do, only that their lives would end in the most painful way possible, their bodies and liquid life sacrificed towards a greater purpose; to appease the Yun-Amon and the Yun'O.

And at the tip of that spear formation, riding a Nuhlrokka as her mount of war, was the Hand of the Dark Lord, her black Vonduun a stark contrast to the clear skies above and the yellow ground below, her horns curling hungrily towards the outline of the city on the horizon. While the rest of the Sith had started from the inside, the firrerreo would take it upon herself to corral the opposition holed up in the suburbs and shanties, coming like a swam of ravenous locusts upon the under-prepared terrorists. With their weapons disabled, the enemy was relegated to little more than a sitting duck, and her ranks would gladly pluck it, cook it, and reap the rewards of its flesh.

Soon.

The girl behind her was most likely holding on to dear life — riding a Nuhl for the first time was a very… special experience — and the fact that the air was abuzz with many just like it probably wasn't helping at all. No matter; like a proper Sith, the redhead would endure and persevere, ready to deliver the pent-up destruction brimming inside all of them.

The Otliq would smoke them out with a fiery vengeance, and the Legion would herd them towards the basin, all in perfect, yet beauitfully discordant unison. Such was the nature of chaos.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Ground Zero
Objective: Protect the Basin
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Venefica"], Techno Union?
Enemies: Open for Interruption
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI0x0KYChq4​

Valdra had flown in earlier that day and was just hanging out in a diner until the news came on. Since he was very late for the last dominion he thought he would be early to this one. He really liked this diner, their bacon and eggs was amazing and he had this tart of sorts, amazing. He was offered another cup of their homegrown coffee which he gladly accepted, what nice people.

Valdra had spent the better part of his breakfast talking to Paul'sa, a local business owner. Paul'sa had told Valdra about his kids and wife, how little Jake was going out for the school sports team as they spoke and he couldn't be more proud. Valdra sat there smiling and adding his own questions as he listened. It was quite a peaceful and beautiful scene if it weren't for Valdra being a Sith.

Once the news came on, the diner listened in silence and fear, but Valdra could not help to think that [member="Darth Ferus"] looked rather impish. He finished his meal and used a paper towel to clean off his face, "Well Paul, time to get to work, I promise your wife and kids will join soon." Before Paul'sa could ask what Valdra was talking about he would find a red lightsaber seep in his heart, his eyes were screaming why as the light left them. The diner screamed, but using the Force Valdra sealed the doors, "No need to run around like Garbage Snipe's with your heads cut off. If you will line up in an orderly line, we the One Sith will place you under arrest for terrorism and no one will get hurt." All that could be heard was babies crying, but the mass did as Valdra instructed; he even tipped his waitress, a empty jester really.

Valdra walked outside with the crowd of people and walked across the street to a large, flat filled where the basin would be made and many shovels were laid. He knew Ferus had a better way, but Valdra liked the feeling of good, hard work. He handed out shovels to the crowd, still scared and unsure of everything. "Now, has punishment I want you guys to dig, we are making an headquarters here. If you work hard, no harm will come to you." A lie, but they were able bodies. Valdra grabbed a shovel of his own and began to work while whistling a working tune.

 

[Rose Kuhn]

Objective: Stuff
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Vrag"] | OS
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The thrumming noise of the strange creatures seemed to reverberated in her entire body. It shook and vibrated her in a way that made her want to puke. The startling force of being lifted into the air certainly didn't help matters, and she found herself feeling more and more sick as time went on. Her lips turned an odd color, and her eyes scrunched closed.

She wasn't sure why she was here.

Vrag had dragged her along for one reason or another, but Rose had never really considered herself part of the One Sith.

Sure she was apprentice to the Hand,or at least learning from her, but she didn't really follow the Dark Lord nor the tenants of the One Sith, though that was information that she kept to herself. A frown settled on her lips, and her hands tightened as the strange creature bucked and weaved in the air, moving towards wherever they were going.

Blue glacial eyes caught sight of the ground, and Rose found herself yearning for it.

She had never really realized how much she yearned for something solid under her feet until it had been taken from her.

 

[Ellie Mors]

[1/20]
Objective: Kill Innocents
Location: Fresia Capital
Allies: None
Enemies: The One Sith, Innocents, Terrorists - Everyone really.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5jvUXij7nU[/media]​

The sound of slugs ricocheting across duracrete streets and the burning, acrid, stench of human bodies being lit up by hundreds of bolts of blasters at a time filled the air, and more importantly the senses of the Anzat that sat like a statue at the corner of an intersection where a tank meandered across as if it were a normal, average, day. But there were bodies piling up on the side of the road, gunshots splitting the tension in the air, and screams ringing in the ears of those who hid both inside of the numerous buildings or were stupid enough to run along the streets to meet their demise. But he sat calmly, idly, with a small human woman slumped against him, noticeable proboscises reaching down from each of his cheeks and placed far up the woman's nose. Neither of them had a pulse, nor any body heat, and it was clear the woman was dead. An enigma, like most of the Anzati, Hans rose from his seated position, the dead woman falling from her without so much as a reaction from the man to show that he noticed her in the first place. "Another building drained without struggle, how boring." The Anzat grumbled, dusting the concrete powder that had showered him while the building behind him shook from a nearby explosion, likely some tank shelling a group of frightened civilians, off of him.

Nearby he spotted the figure of an armored Imperial trooper and a contingent of soldiers with him and immediately settled on a challenge. Despite his size, towering and tank-like, Hans was remarkably fast even while lumbering towards the group. Each step he made echoed, partially in part because of the armor he wore and partially because of the force he put into each step and push-off, which quickly attracted the attention of the people who were soon to become his victims. "To the left!" One of them shouted, whom promptly sprayed the fast-approaching Anzat with a cloud of blaster fire that bounced harmlessly off of the armor that covered much of his body. The group, startled by the sudden shouting and sound of blasterfire so close to them, immediately turned and repeated the actions of their comrade - only to find the nearly two-meter Anzat already upon them. "At last a struggle, pity it is so weak." Came his barking growl, echoing through the street as one of his massive fists swung and connected with the chin of one of the troopers, sending him careening into two others behind him with a snapped neck. "We need backu-" It had appeared one of the men, likely the first to have warned his comrades of the monstrous man's arrival, had tried to call for assistance from the main force of Imperials, or Sith, or whatever these fickle people called themselves now. "Oh, no, you don't. Survive alone or not at all!" The Anzat bellowed, both hands reaching around the man's helmet-covered head, popping it like a grape. With the cowardly attempt to call for help, and the others attempting to flee, it was apparent he would not receive the challenge he had hoped for. In the next fifteen minutes the group were dead, the last of them having his "soup" drank out of his live head.

"Give me more."​

 

[Vrag]

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Objective: Round 'em up
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Rose Kuhn"] | OS​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sp8ZTF20py4​

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Were she a kinder person, Vrag would have reached out to utter a few words of consolation, but she had never been, and the years of slaughtering for and with the Sith hand't helped that in any way. If anything, the woman had only grown harder throughout her tenure as the Hand, any mercy she might have shown the girl hidden behind her skull mask.

Such was the way of things.

The Otliq, airborne as they were, arrived to their intended target a minute ahead of the main force, small enough to fly below the radar and undetectable with the Force due to their Vong origin. Perfect.

Homing on one of the hidden bases in the suburbs, the Otliq separated in two divisions, one continuing along the set trajectory to fly over the outpost and attack it from the opposite side while the rest of them directed their Nuhlrokka towards the fast-approaching ground. At the last moment, Vrag would pull up, and along with the rest of their squadron, they would rain hellfire upon the ramshack buildings below.

First sweep, second sweep, third sweep; they wouldn't relent until the terrorists came running out, fighting for their lives to survive the flames threatening to consume their base. And once they stuck out their necks… well, that was when the Legion would fall upon them.

Vrag watched with her heart beating far too slowly, her blood boiling not for the carnage below, but because of the temperature of this Netherworld of a planet. With a strong yank on one of its neck-plates, the firrerreo redirected her creature, aiming it downwards, coming in at an angle. With a single word of warning to the girl behind her, the Sith Lord jumped off once the distance was feasible, breaking her fall with a roll over her shoulder. She didn't check twice — the redhead was either there or she was not — her lightsaber already in hand along with her chitin carbine. The thud bugs were perhaps the most effective at incapacitating the terrorists, their speed and intelligence far outmatching the casual blaster.

Within a matter of minutes, the first base on the outskirts was bound to be cleared of all inhabitants, the occupants neatly packaged and soon to be sent off to the basin. What a nice way to start off the day.

 

[Rose Kuhn]

Objective: Stuff
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Vrag"] | OS
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Rose landed with a heavy thud.

It was almost out of character coming fro the small girl,but the speed of her descent and the rough force push that broke her fall was enough to cause a sudden snap in the air as her boots touched the ground. The Asheran Armorweave helped keep her weight down, but as she pushed herself up from the ground it was clear that she was more than little shaken.

Her hands folded into fists around the hilt of her lightsabers, knuckles going white. Her legs wobbled slightly, but slowly Rose managed to stand up straight, her back stiffening into its usual refined and stoic posture.

She looked towards her Master.

They were supposed to cull these people, slaughter and bring an end to them. Rose wasn't opposed to such a thing, but sending Sith to do what could have been done by simple troopers seemed like complete overkill to her. She frowned slightly, then ignited the blade of her lightsabers.

It didn't matter.

She would do as she was told.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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Objective: Gather sacrifices for [member=Darth Ferus]wheel
Location: Space
Allies: [member=Darth Tauros]
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtP5lSQgll8[/media]

Tanek Santii had arrived early. Earlier and better prepared than the time given him after Darth Ferus' message. The Togruta was well-informed. By the time the official message was being sent out, Tanek was already on his way. By the time the conflict officially had turned into open war, a fleet dropped out of hyperspace.

[member=Darth Ferus] had aided in the Sith subjugation of Glee Anselm. The Sith Lord had played the role of Anselmi general, and together with his assassins, he had presented the Sith with the neatly wrapped gift of a planet at war, ripe for the taking. Ferus had been there when the Anselmi rose, and he had been there when they fell. When Darth Ferus called upon a favour owed in return, Glee Anselm had answered.

From the depths of the dark seas, a Nautolan army had risen, and taken to the skies. Now, they blotted out the sky above Fresia, as squadrons of dropships descended on the terrorist planet. The people of Fresia wanted war. Tanek was more than happy to bring it to them. It was time the Nautolans proved their usefulness to the Sith. The protection and security that came with being under One Sith protection came at a price, and it was paid with the blood of their sons and daughters.

The Sith Knight stood proudly on the bridge, observing the descent of the troops under his command. Though but a recently promoted Knight, he carried himself as an experienced commander, taking from his mentor and his master, [member=Sage Bane] and [member=Darth Vornskr], Hand and Voice. To his side stood the Knight [member=Darth Tauros]. Tauros had not been present during the invasion of Glee Anselm, but he had been there for the brave, but foolish last stand of the Anselmi. There, they had fought side-by-side to bring an end to the little rebellion. Their wrath had not been sated on the watery planet of Glee, and now it settled in on another target. More lambs for the slaughter.

Since that last battle, Tanek had traded up in terms of armour. Now, he stood adorned with the living Vonduun armour, Vonduun Skerr Kyrric. It had first been worn in the attack on the Mandalorians. The armour adapted to its wearer, and fit the Togruta well, accommodating to both his montrals and four lekku. The black armour, mixed in with a tint of crimson, gave him an intimidating look. An amphistaff coiled itself around his right arm, hungry for blood. It would not be permitted to feast itself on the citizens of Fresia yet. Darth Ferus called for their blood, but it was not to be slaughter in the streets that awaited them. Any who found themselves unfortunate enough to be in Tanek's and Tauros' path would be captured, and brought back to be sacrificed. The planet would be seething with the Dark Side. This was the end of Fresia.

Tanek turned to face Tauros. "It is high time we went planetside. Don't you think?" In many ways, Tanek was becoming a One Sith fanatic. He served the Dark Lord in all things. The Knight turned, and made way towards a dropship, presumably in the company of his fellow Sith. He was eager to test the Nautolan troops he had brought with. Tanek had no doubt that they would be called upon many times over to promote the Sith cause, whether led by himself or others. Though he would be on the lookout for individuals who stood out, showing signs of excellence. Thus, he could begin hand-picking an elite guard, loyal to himself.

 

[Vrag]

[3/20]
Objective: Round 'em up
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Rose Kuhn"] | OS​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIzuHSw-Bs4​

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There was beauty to be found in the sound bone makes when the force pressing down on it is too great for it to hold. The early, slow crackle and then the follow-up crunch that reverberates in one's ears, full and rich and heavy. It would depend on the species being subject to the subjugation, of course, and the grip, and the angle, and… oh, so many other, small, seemingly insignificant details that could turn the tide of a fight.

Not that it was much of a fight, really. Between the bloodlust of the Vong and the sheer damage the Sith could dole out, the terrorists were beaten black and blue in a matter of minutes, stuffed into the cages the Legion had brought along, and then promptly sent off to the basin.

In truth, Vrag was more curious than anything else. She'd been privy to some alchemy when she was younger — more than five years ago, now — but even if she'd been completely ignorant of the practice, the woman would've been able to tell that this was going to be something on a completely different level.

A bloodbath for the ages, that was for sure.

The smirk that threatened to stretch her lips was a truly nasty one, but the Hand swallowed the expression back down with some effort, turning off her lightsaber as she watched the Nuhl circle back down. She glanced back to the Acolyte, her brow furrowing for a few seconds as she weighed the situation.

"Stay on foot, be useful and… have fun," she spoke finally, reaching out to grasp one of the many protuberances on the chitinous armor of the beast to pull herself up as it sped past them. She was the girls' Master, perhaps, but she wouldn't hold her hand — despite the fantastic potential for puns and irony that concept carried — for coddling would only harm her in the long run. Here, tasting battle for the real time while still in the relative safety of the Sith ranks; as good as any place to start one's mass murderer career, no?

 

[Rose Kuhn]

Objective: Stuff
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Vrag"] | OS
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A day of slaughter.

That was what today was supposed to be. Rose knew that, and if she hadn't she could easily have guessed it. Her lightsabers sprang into life, two bright red cylinders that burned and hissed as she began to stalk forward.

It seemed strange that today would be such a sunny day.

That this much blood would flow on a day like this. She frowned slightly as the first rebel fighter came at her. He had a simple blaster rifle, raised and pointed at her. He fired. Her lightsaber flicked forward and the shot bounced back towards him, hitting the floor in front of his feet. He cried out, either in a taunt or in surprise, it didn't really matter.

Before he could do much else the man would look up and find Rose standing before him, one lightsaber buried to its hilt in his stomach, the other slicing across his neck to sever his head.

He was only the first of many, of dozens.

Rose didn't particularly care who she killed. She moved through the streets almost listless, her glacial blue eyes finding those armed and unarmed. It didn't matter, she simply cut her way through the little section of town, a graceful ballet of blood.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

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OBJECTIVE: Catch the stragglers
LOCATION: Inside the Capitol
ALLIES: One Sith | Guests

Her boots hit the ground with a sweet, distinctive thud. One the Epicanthix had heard many, many times before, and one she'd hear often for the rest of her life. Slowly the woman walked through the city streets. No one was in the immediate area around her. Not terribly surprising- the district had once been a marketplace. Now it was cold, empty, missing the usual hum of a crowd. How terribly sad. Or not, considering the planet was seemingly filled with terrorists these days. What had been a nice world was more of a festering pool of insanity. All thanks to the Sith Assassins that Ire called her allies. Maybe she was supposed to be proud of the chaos swirling through the air. Or perhaps she should be reveling in the distant sounds of screams. Instead she moved wordlessly, a frown upon her lips, fingers brushing against the stone buildings.

"Who's there?" A soft voice asked from behind her.

Without responding the Sekairo turned, perking a brow at the sight before her. A foolish little girl, arms wrapped around a stuffed toy, head tipped to the side. It was a kid. Probably lost, probably unaware of what was going on. The child seemed so... innocent. So different from the one she faced. They were opposites. Two sides of a conflict neither really wanted. But there was something to the youngster. Something that her family must not have known. Perhaps, then, the two weren't so different after all. They shared a connection created by the force. Ire let herself smile as she reached hand (her real one) out to the girl.

"I am your savior, little one. Come with me."
If it hadn't been for the sound of footsteps approaching, something wondrous might have happened.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: 1 mixed with 3; then slightly stirred, not shaken
Location: Fresia Capital (streets and back alleys)
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] l Dagobah Knights x10 l [member="Darth Valdra"]
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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6adXHN3h5lI[/youtube]​

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The smell of fear was in the air, like a sweet perfume culminating around the neighbourhood where the Sith Lady and her small entourage had now come to take up residence. No doubt the terrorists, clinging to false hopes and security, had heard the proclamation; or understood the implications of what they did when they noticed their weapons no longer would serve them faithfully. No doubt some of them by now had come to realize the betrayal handed down to them like a death sentence. Rather than making an attempt to flee, three of the terrorists had opted to remain hidden in a house.​

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A house she was staring at. A house that was quickly being surrounded by her boys. A house that she was about to huff, and puff, and blow their whole house down around them. Sadly, they wouldn't put up much resistance being the cowards that they were. Sadly, she couldn't outright be the executioner that had been sent in to carry out the death sentences. Lord Ferus needed the bodies, and she gave her word to help him.​

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A slight nod of her head, and the houses windows where bashed in while both doors, front and back, where simultaneously kicked in. The big bad wolf had arrived, and from inside the house she could hear the little piggies squealing. One by one the terrorists were dragged out into the street, stun cuffed, and ordered to remain quiet. She tapped a series of buttons on her wrist comlink, alerting the waiting transport vehicles a few blocks down the street that they had fresh meat to serve up to Lord Ferus.​

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When the last of the sacrificial lambs were loading on the vehicle, she felt a ping of sadness. How many of these terrorists would she not see die in order to give Lord Ferus a more capable body. With a shrug, she ordered her troops around her and headed off to the next location. ​

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

{2/20}
OBJECTIVE: Break the stragglers
LOCATION: Inside the Capitol
ALLIES: One Sith | Guests

Whoever thought they were being quiet were very incredibly wrong. Their presence was sickeningly obvious. Fools, thought Ire, as she glanced to the side. Based off the sounds there were two people 'attempting' to be as close to silent as they could get. The whole thing was rather pathetic, really. When the girl glanced behind the Sith it became clear that she wasn't part of some plan. She was just as concerned as any regular kid would be. Which made what came next far, far easier, to the point it seemed entirely unfair. Slowly the Epicanthix brought a single finger up to her lips. Shhh. Stay quiet. Another step was heard behind her. And then... how sad. Someone kicked a rock, sending it into her boot.

How unfortunate for them.

Ire whirled around faster than most would expect from her. Instantly she unleashed a force push upon the duo, sending them both into the ground. Quickly she followed up with a kick to both. Neither of the men (both armed with simply knifes) were able to struggle. Without any hesitation she picked up one of the two, keeping the other pinned beneath her boot. Her prosthetic hand wrapped around the dangling man's throat. As her eyes shifted to red he squirmed. Tried to get away. But one could not run from death itself. Every passing moment brought more pressure to his neck until his windpipe was threatening to be crushed.
"You are weak. My masters would have little use of you. But they do desire something you possess... They want your blood. You will give it to them. All of it." It would be the last thing he heard before he passed out from a lack of oxygen. A smack to the other idiot's skull rendered him unconscious as well. That let her turn back to the child, who was watching with wide eyes. "They were weak. You... you are not weak. They were nothing. You are special. Would you like to come with me? I can take you somewhere your gifts will be recognized. Somewhere you can become as mighty as the best of us. Would you like that?" Ire asked, extending her hand once more.

With a soft smile the girl accepted it, responding quietly.
"Yes..."

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Objective: Follow Organa’s Lead, Prevent galactic war
Location: Dauntless
Allies: One Sith, Techno Union

Jenn had been doing some time in the One Sith space for a while. Some Sith were in the Techno Union borders because of their garrison on Zenith Prime, and some Obsidians were on a talent sharing trip… thing. She herself? Well, she went wherever the Executive Council needed her. A slicer and someone who could help manage a battlefield. Besides that? Carach was one of her Masters. She was learning pieces from the Sith and the Obsidians. Not enough to make her go crazy.

She was here on assignment from the Techno Union, however. Things were changing at the world of Fresia and her superiors wanted to make sure that things were going well. So she was out here, helping. She guessed.

She could understand a bit of why [member="Alyesa Organa"] was concerned but it was the Sith, they had helped pull the Techno Union’s ass out of a few holes. Going after a partner company? She shrugged to herself, really only mentally, as she stood on the bridge, checking the broadcasts from her datapad.

Jenn preferred to stay plugged in.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

{3/20}
OBJECTIVE: Break the stragglers
LOCATION: Inside the Capitol
ALLIES: One Sith | Guests

Together they walked, the girl now on Ire's shoulders, wandering the otherwise quiet street. One simple call on her comm had sent a squad to retrieve the bodies she left behind. If things went as well as she planned they would be able to follow a trail to her. A nice, though bloody, trail of unconscious riff-raff. Yes, that sounded good to her. Finding more souls to conquer wouldn't be to hard for her. Especially not when she had the perfect little assistant. Children could be bribed or convinced easily. More importantly... they made absolutely great bait. There weren't many who would ignore the pleas of a youngster. Maybe the terrorists on this planet wouldn't care. But maybe some of them would. Should to many of them ignore the kid, then Ire knew what to do, she'd just drop the kid off by her shuttle before entering 'stealth mode'.

Fighting a foe you couldn't see was never a good idea.

"Keep an eye out for me, little one. If you see or hear anyone let me know. The people here want my family dead. So they might go after me to get to them, like the last two tried to do." It wasn't entirely untrue. Lots of people wanted the Sekairos dead. The people of Fresia definitely wanted the Sith ones eradicated. And Ire surely counted as one of those. So she wasn't really lying to the girl. Simply... twisting bits of truth around to fit her needs. Maybe that was worse than lying. Did she care?... Not really. This was just part of her job. "I think you'll like my family. We have a big house and a huge garden. Most days we can watch the sunset without interruption. And it's perfectly safe there. No one would be able to hurt you. Mother would make sure of it." With a smile the little girl leaned in to rest her chin on the top of Ire's head. But her eyes stayed open.

Just in case anyone tried to sneak up on her new sister.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[2/20]​

Objective: 3​

Location: Inside the dead governors office.​

Allies: One Sith, Techno Union ( [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Rose Kuhn"] @Vrag @Tanek Santii [member="Verun Hans"] [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Saiah"] [member="Iziz Vei"] )​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZThOsCv2Mw​

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The digging had just begun, each person brought given a shovel, and told to dig. Of course, machinery was there in the form of large diggers and droids, but the people of this planet were being made to dig their own grave. Literally. Blue eyes watched from within the Governors office. None of this was needed anymore, and he had.. Certain tasks to achieve. The Alchemists of the One Sith were all needed here, for no one person could create the massive basin they were about to. But just as he reached the door a holocall came in.​

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A single brow raised as he looked over to the machine, and clicked a button. And who was to show up? Alyesa Organa, Princess of Alderaan. A laugh escaped his lips as he looked at the form, and with a quick bow of his head he would speak.​

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"Oh my, I didn't expect this. I haven't even showered yet. Tell me, what brings the Princess here? You're quite the ways from home." He was going to continue, but something else came up. Another holo device, his own personal, rang to life. Troops were getting slaughter, along with Terrorists, before the ritual. A frown formed on his lips as he held up a hand towards Alyesa, more or less cutting off a response until this.. Situation was dealt with.​

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"Do you have any information on the attacker? We can't be loosing too many people, or we'll have to go offworld. We could, but it would just take time I'd rather not waste."​

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"We only have a location sir. Do you want us to dispatch a kill squad?"​

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Ferus went silent for a moment, glancing to the small figure he was holding in his hand. There was a sigh, but he would shake his head.​

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"No, I'll dispatch my apprentices for this situation. Keep rounding up the people."​

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With that, the side conversation ended. And with a quick couple of button pressing, he sent a simple message to [member="Saiah"] the Rattaka and [member="Iziz Vei"] the Jawa. Find who ever is killing people needlessly ( [member="Verun Hans"] ) and kill them before they do any real damage. A simple Assassination mission, that the pair will conduct together. Once finished, he turned his gaze back to the corporation owner, offering a light shrug.​

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"Politics. I'm sure you understand."​

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Ground Zero
Objective: Protect the Basin
Allies: Darth Ferus, [member="Darth Venefica"], Techno Union? SHOVELS!
Enemies: Open for Interruption
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Darth Valdra wiped the sweat of his brow, manual labor was hard, but fulfilling work. He looked around at his workers and noticed more filling in, "Yes, yes, welcome to the work zone, please grab your shovels over there and if you get tired feel free to grab a nice, refreshing bottle of water and a sack lunch over there." He spoke quite welcomingly, something about it just didn't fit right. It probably had something to do with the people digging their own grave where they would be slaughtered. but who knows?

Valdra went back to digging, he was making a fine hole, a fine hole indeed. Then he heard a clicking sound and a blaster shot fired at him and bounced off his armor. He stuck his shovel in the ground and turned to see a very big man with a rather small gun. He sighed, and grabbed an extra shovel, clearly the man needed a shovel, they all need shovels! He walked up to the man, "Excuse me, I believe you are using the wrong tool, here is a shovel." The man, quite bigger than Valdra, lowered his gun to Valdra's head, "Enough with your tricks, Sith! You will let all these people go or I will ki...." His words trailed off. The best way to describe the reason why is to talk Baseball.

In Baseball there are many ways of striking a ball, but the best way is to create a homerun. Now Valdra knew [member="Darth Ferus"] was watching him and he wanted to be a good comrade and extend the invitation to join. So using a shovel, Valdra enhanced it for a moment with the Force, lined up for the pitch and sent the man with the rather small gun flying into the first homerun of the season. The man crashed through Darth Ferus' window which was followed by Valdra enhancing his voice and yelling, "SORRY, MIND THROWING OUR BALL BACK?" He then laughed to hiself and turned towards the people not working. This would not do, they had a schedule to keep. Fire began to flow off Valdra's body, cascading to the ground around him and the happy go lucky Valdra became the one everyone loves to hate, "Return to digging or I will personally kill everyone of you using your own shovels. Now, One your knees, I want you to beg for forgiveness."

Then the most beautiful sight, a field full of people, slowly crapping themselves, took a knee and literally begged for forgiveness. Valdra smiled, he was enjoying this vacation, "No harm done, now let's get back to work shall we, this building we are digging for is important." Valdra returned to digging the now charred Earth.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Terrorist Round up
Location: The bridge of Sage Bane's Subjugator-Class Assault Corvette
Allies: [member="Jayce"]
Enemies: N/A
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At the tender age of twenty-three, Sage Bane was the youngest Hand of the Dark Lord, in prestigious company alongside his favorite fiery Firrerreo, [member="Vrag"], and the Zabrak leader of the Sith Assassins, [member="Darth Ferus"], also known as the Red Blade. Upon becoming a Hand, one of the first duties given to the young Knight was to lead military and diplomatic operations on the ice planet of Csilla. Instead of usurping the Chiss Ascendancy as coarse and common warlords would, Sage lead the more "civilized" One Sith to assist the Ascendancy in dealing with their little dissident problem. The dissidents were smashed with the iron fist of the Sith, with minimal bloodshed to Chiss civilians, and operation was declared a smashing success. A more Sith-friendly Chiss government was currently being installed to work directly with the Ascendancy. Of course, anyone in defiance of the new guard would be promptly exiled.

Sage's second duty as the new Hand was to heed the call put out by Darth Ferus to join One Sith forces on Fresia. After kicking off an attack on a military hospital which was dramatically splayed all over the Holonet News Networks, anti-Sith terrorists were running amuck on the Core world of Fresia, and no quarter would be given to these whelps. This operation was going to be pure, unfettered slaughter of One Sith enemies. In other words, fun.

Thirdly, Sage felt that it was time to take on a new apprentice. With more power came more responsibilities, and who better to help him than a fresh new face straight out of the Coruscant Sith Academy. Sage specifically asked for an apprentice who was interested in learning the skills of illusions and alchemy. According to his Datapad, a boy named [member="Jayce"] would be joining him on his ship. He only hoped the boy was the competitive sort who was eager, up to the task, and wasn't afraid to get his hands good and bloody.

Standing on the bridge of his Subjugator-Class Assault Corvette, Arcanus Obscurus, Sage gave the order for his crew to ready the dropships to take he, his troops, and his new apprentice dirtside. With his hands folded behind his back, he let his eyes flutter shut and meditated on the dark side. Handlers would bring him the apprentice to examine shortly.