No Sacrifice, No Victory (OS Dominion of Fresia)

[Jayce]

[member="Sage Bane"]
OBJECTIVE One
LOCATION Descending to planet's surface

2|20​

The master was, as far as Sith went, relatively ordinary. The first thing, of course, that the Sith did, was correct Jayce on his lack of addressing him as master. Jayce had thought including the formality was going to be perhaps, presumptuous of him. Staying silent anyway, Jayce listened to the master speak. The more words that the other Sith said, the more Jayce was beginning to think he was more of an academic than a soldier, which he found hopeful. Of course the topic being covered was something that Jayce assumed to be quite standard among Sith. Without a childhood rooted in Sith culture, it would be obvious to anyone that the young Acolyte clearly missed some of the nuance of it all.

The two left the bridge, the master talking and Jayce following behind. As quickly as the space of the bridge enveloped him, the maze of steel and white light returned. The pair, before long, came to an open door, either side of which stood two rows of soldiers. The radio chatter dampened as they came into the drop ship hangar, one soldier muttered a designation and the door of the small carrier burst from its belly, coming to rest at the feet of the two Sith. The master finished speaking as they ascended the entrance. The insides of the vessel were modest, but Jayce expected as much from a drop ship.

As he took his seat, the master piped up again with some details about their mission on the surface. It was looking as if they would be taking more of an active role on the ground than Jayce had thought up until now. The prospect of witnessing the ritual was reward alone for Jayce to give all of his efforts today. When Sage finished speaking, Jayce shook his head slowly at his master's question and turned his head to the floor.

As the drop ship left the corvette, Jayce centred himself. Hands clasped tightly in his lap, eyes closed, he emptied his thoughts. The chattering of the Dark Side was loudest to his right, where his master sat, a monstrous pool of the Dark Side compared to his own. They would arrive soon.

Jayce opened his eyes and steeled them forwards.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[3/20]
Location: Planet Hall
Objective: Three
Allies: [member="Alyesa Organa"] @Reverance @Jennifer Blanchard [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Rose Kuhn"] [member="Maja Vern"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Valdra"] @Others
Enemies: No one just yet

It was about this moment that a body slammed into the side of the safe room. Right as soon as Alyesa closed the call before Ferus could correct her on the Governments status. Blue eyes glanced over to the thud of the sturdy panic room siding, but the red man thought nothing on it. The plan was progressing well now, and with so many Sith and their troopers capturing those who could be captured. There were always slip ups, some terrorists who used their own personal weapons instead of the government issued, others fighting regardless.​

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But the loss of life would be low, well. Low before the ritual. A ritual the Sith needed to prepare for. With a quick press of a button, he would open a com to all Sith channels.​

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"Any and all Alchemists who can currently participate within the Ritual are asked to come to the Basins location. No one Sith can do this, and there is a lot of preparation."​

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The Alchemists of the order would come. Perhaps only a thousand. Alchemy wasn't a very widely used field after all. But it should be enough to get this all done. If not, Ferus felt he could find more throughout the whole of the One Sith.​

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Ground Zero
Objective: Protect the Basin
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Venefica"], Techno Union?
Enemies: Open for Interruption
3/20


His numbers were steadily growing and shovels were scares. Valdra had made his way to a digger. He had spent and good majority of his time putting together and dance number with the other civilians. They would stop digging, he would smash them over and over with his digger, blood was going here anyways right? Once he realized time was coming down to the wire, he began to truly dig. He moved the dirt to the sides to create a brim and with the help of the cilvilions, they made this Basin happen.

Much cheering happened and Valdra broke out the Daruvvian champagne and a party was to be had. Despite Valdra's random killings, the citizens were happy and hopeful that they had won their freedom, so much so it became a regular Mardi Gras in the basin. The finishing touches were made as concrete was laid down and then the party was in full swing, drunks by the thousands.

Valdra stood in the middle, sober as could be. His sheep were stupid, the slaughter would begin soon.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

{4/20}
OBJECTIVE: Break the stragglers
LOCATION: Inside the Capitol
ALLIES: One Sith | Guests

There was a little tug on the collar of her shirt, followed by a sweet little voice.
"Someone is on the roof..."

"Oh? Shall we take care of them?" Ire asked, rather pleased to receive a nod in return. Of course she had already seen movements above them. In fact she had started walking towards the access door. But she had wanted to see if the youngster would be able to spot it as well. "Let's see if they want to play." They did their best not to attract to much attention to themselves, staying towards the side, and entering the building adjacent to the one that held the hideaways. Once they reached the roof it wouldn't be hard to cross the gap. "I don't believe I properly introduced myself, little one. Most people call me Ire. You may call me whatever you want. Well, as long as it's at least moderately polite."

'Twas not long before the Sithly duo found themselves atop the set of stairs. Only one door (plus an alleyway) stood between them and their enemies. Ire took a moment to the remove the child from her shoulders, setting the girl down gently, before kneeling in front of her. With a soft smile she extended her hand, offering it for the child to hold.
"It might get loud. I don't know if they have weapons or if I'll have to use mine. You'll need to be careful. But don't worry. You're strong. They won't be able to hurt us." Or so the madwoman hoped... With the child prepped she turned to face the door. A single sharp kick broke the lock and sent the metal panel flying open. Across the alleyway six or so men seemed to have been conversing. Most had blasters on their belts but none of them had any in their hands. At least three were armed with melee weapons. It was a shame, really, that they'd still be taken down with ease. Perhaps they would have presented a real challenge if any of them were armored or well equipped.
The thing was that they certainly weren't. Which meant that they would fall, as the combat would start within moments. No time was left for them to scramble for better gear. Instead they turned just in time to watch Ire leap across the minute gap, her lightsaber flashing to life. As her left hand swung with inhuman strength her right dished out fireballs to anyone within range. Maybe eight seconds passed before the group was all incapacitated or begging for mercy. Without the use of their blasters (something [member="Darth Ferus"] had taken care of) they were unable to really put up a fight.

It's likely time for me to get those in hiding... Oh well, I can have more fun out here later.

 

[Iziz]

2/20

• ​Objective: Kill [member="Verun Hans"]
• Location: The Open Street
• Allies: [member="Saiah"]​

​Iziz's eyes were locked on his opponent, the shining bio-luminescent eyes piercing from under the brim of his hat like limitless flashes of a blasters' muzzle, and with his observation had spied instantly the veritable fortress which was the man's armour, though his speed and dexterity of which he would be able to operate at even while wearing such a cumbersome suit of clad heavy armour would be something which seemed nothing short of amazing to the much smaller creature. The race, and the stature of the behemothic man before him was something which fell on blind eyes to the Jawa as he made his head-on assault, this was indeed simple fact. But none the less, it seemed he too had been underestimated... While Iziz was not the smartest of all Sith, and he too was not the most technologically inclined of all Jawas, nor the most powerful when it came to his use of the force, that ephimeral god-like power which made scions of its disciples and kings amongst the ranks of men. Iziz made up for his deficits in two distinct areas; the first, was Iziz's quick mastery of the force speed technique, having far exceeded his peers in his ability to empower his speed, acceleration and turning to biologically impossible extremes, none of which were immediately apparent at the current time... The second, and perhaps the vastly more dangeous of his traits... was that Iziz was a creature who above all things, had the subtle craft of a child and the willpower of a survivor...

Trapped!

As the man Jumped, coiling in a diagonal advance toward the Jawa, the telekinesis which allowed Iziz to perform his Light-saber throw would come to its apex at his pull, and as Iziz had been waiting for the last moment to exert his control over his light-sabers. With some effort just as he left the ground and began to coil in a direction, it would be a fraction of a moment afterwards in which the two light-sabers curved like a boomerang and were pulled back to Iziz, creating a rotating death-trap for the Anzati warrior, fast as he may be, out-speeding a flying object was not the easiest thing in the world to accomplish. Should the blows land the rapid strikes to the phrikite heavy armour would do little but strike against the plates as the rare mineral would happily resist the light-saber's of Iziz, though likely weaken the armour for future blows, as even the armour of the fabled mandalorians was not completely retardant to the iconic plasmic blades of the Sith... Hit or miss, the blades would likely recall vastly faster than the Anzat whom they were striking at. Watching the spin of each blade, catching them was not the easiest thing to do in the world, pivoting on one foot the Jawa himself span horizontally between them, striking his hands out into the center of each of the blades catching them one after the other before landing in a flip which would barely take a fifth of a second, as if he had hopped and continued to run without missing a single beat... With both of his light sabers in hand, Iziz retracted the second blades from each weapon, and extended the singular remainin blade in each hand to full length... finally, it was time for him to pick up the pace, no more than a dozen meters between them and closing quickly, Iziz felt the force flow through his body and enhance his movements, as Speed became a factor.

And he ceased to exist as a corporeal being.

Bulleting toward his opponent, it would become near impossible to distinguish any of his physical features in any form of depth or detail without abnormal means, the light of his light-sabers to human eyes trailing behind himself as the blur intensified leaving two long streaks of light in his wake as he closed the remainder of the gap between him and his opponent, unless something would disturb his progression along the way... As Iziz closed in on his hulking opponent the advantage of size would come into effect, Iziz was small, very small, too small for his opponent's arms to be able to grab while standing, though definitely the perfect height to kick in the face... Many enemies were not well practiced at fighting an opponent much smaller than you with any semblance of fighting skill, while, Iziz had done nothing but fight opponents which are little more than giants to himself for his entire life. Eliminating a sizable portion of the combat patterns an opponent fell into was a gigantic advantage on a battlefield...

Moments before the Jawa reached his target Iziz would side-step to his left, keeping to the full range of his light-sabers, striking for the side of his opponent's knee where the armour would have needed to be made lighter in order for him to move before opening up into a flurry of diagonal blows so quick, six blows would land in the time it took a man to throw a single hard hit, although, cumulatively each blow hitting no harder than the striking force of a single blow from an opponent of the anzat's own stature.

Six times the speed... one sixth the strength.

Though iziz had no intention of lingering, rolling backward after the six striked he would attempt to roll back in the direction Verun had come from. The entire series of motion, catching, running, sidestepping, striking and rolling through flowed together in a single series of events.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Fresia
Objective: Destroy the Sith [ Opposition of Objective ? ]
Allies: Enemies of the Sith, [member="Finnik Mann"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: [ 02/20 ]

Spoiler

Wait, I'm confused due to my own mistake. Will you be my ally or my enemy?

Lilin looked over the planet she was reaching with the ship. Another beautiful land which was most likely going to end up in the hands of the One Sith. She could do nothing against it happening, the faction was just too powerful to fight against. But she could help the locals, at least a portion of them, live a better life without having to obey to the rules of the Sith.

The ship landed and Lilin took a deep breath in before she would grab her blaster from the belt and make her way out of the ship. She did not quite know what to do next, but she thought a good idea would have been to tell the locals to evacuate. She had enough room for some people in the ship, so she would take children and women first, and then elderly and injured men, she guessed.

But then she noticed a man standing near her ship.

Was he a Sith? Was he an enemy of the Sith? She couldn't tell. But what she could tell was that he was awkwardly close to her and she had no idea what to do about it.

"So... are you here to help me or to kill me?" she asked.

 

[Komo]

Objective #1: Rounding up terrorist members
Location: Fresia Capital (Run-down warehouse)
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Maja Vern"] | The One Sith
Posts: [2/20]

Their next location was to be a run-down warehouse. It carried the appearance of a dilapidated and worn building, suggesting that the warehouse had gone into a state of neglect. It was neglected, sure, but if the occupants of the building thought that that amateur trick was going to fool them into thinking that the place was abandoned, they were dead wrong. Greta was told that the warehouse housed the leaders of the terrorist cell that had launched that foolhardy assault on the hospital that appeared on the news that very day.

Her master, [member="Darth Venefica"] had given her the honour of leading the capture via the rear entrance of the building. The girl was glad, and she would strive to please the Sith Lady by not disappointing her with any failures or unwanted outcomes. She had been placed in charge of five men, or five boys as her master would call them, all equipped with stunners. Their priority was to capture them after all. If they thought that that was would to be the better option, they had no idea what was in store for them. Greta thought to herself as she rubbed her hands in glee.

Leading the way, she circled to the back of the warehouse with the knights in tow. Once they had arrived the the back of the warehouse, the group quickly located the door they would be entering from. For a back door, this seemed to be heavily secured. It was not only securely locked, but they had a camera monitoring the position as well as a retina scanner.

Who in the karking hell installed a retina scanner in a run-down warehouse?

They had definitely got the right place for sure. This place stank of secrecy. Gesturing the men forward she ordered "Set the charges. Let's get this party started." Greta would then glance up towards the holocamera above the door, giving it a mischievous smile, clearing her throat, before she spoke once more, the ever-pleasant smile present on her face.

"Room Service!"

 

[Darth Zilti]

[Post: 2/20]​

Objective: Rounding up terrorist members
Location: Fresia Capital (outside warehouse)
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: We’re Sith…we like enemies
Theme: Light my fire…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNwIqFGna2E

She listened to the Sith Lord and fellow Vahla. The instructions were clear. Minimise death but take no risks. Of course, there was little fun in the latter but there was a time and a place for self-indulgence. And there were other ways to ensure an outcome and still enjoy herself.

She took charge of five of the troopers and made her way to the front of the building. She waited to hear her counterpart had reached the back before she even attempted to access the building and flush out any terrorists. For she had a plan but needed line of sight for it to take effect. For the troopers with the stunners were the key, and it was her role to shepherd the terrorist sheep into the pen created behind the back entrance.

Once they were all in position, she gave the troopers a simple command. They placed charges and a few seconds later, the front door of the warehouse blew inwards. As she hoped, the inside was broadly an open expanse. She looked around and saw some bedding in a corner. It was a simple illusion, but she relied on the fact that given troopers at the front door and her distraction, the terrorists would take the path of least resistance.

So she stepped forward, the dust settling. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in…” She pulled the Force to her, her amber irises morphing yellow. “Shoot but don’t hit anyone,” she said to the troopers. Well they managed it on the Death Star, why not here?

And she conjured a simple spell, an illusion, no more. Slowly the bedding appeared to catch fire. With the noise and distraction of the blaster fire as cover, she fed the illusion until the flames licked the walls, threatening to trap the terrorists in a giant fiery funeral pyre. And they fled as expected to the back entrance. Over to Greta…she was bound to be blowing the back doors open any moment now!

 

[???]

Objective: ?
Location: ?
Allies:?
Enemies: ?

Through macrobinoculors the hidden figure would watch. Gloved hands would tighten among the black steel, a flicker of emotion at the sight beheld. Shrouded in the Force and by sight, one life among the shadows would be easily dismissed, overlooked. From this vantage point, one would see the horrors that the One Sith would bring to the world. The collateral damage. The wanton killing.

Every life snuffed would be felt by every Force user - made one wonder if Sith ever felt life at all.

 

[Vrag]

[5/20]
Objective: Round 'em up
Location: Outskirts of the Capital
Allies: [member="Rose Kuhn"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Maja Vern"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Reverance"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6q7dXRIJyc​

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As her Apprentice was left to her own devices, undoubtedly doing a great job of slicing though hordes of terrorists who never really stood a chance, Vrag herself had long moved on. The stragglers would be left for the others to round up and drag off to the pit, but she had no time to hunt down the sole survivors and bring them back to the herd.

Along with the Otliq, the woman was already on her way to another, larger outpost of those who would oppose the Dark Lord's regime. Odd, how easy it was to claim it was his will that she was executing here, how easy it was to shift the blame for the blood and the pain and the suffering on that obscure figure living in the shadows. So, so easy.

She swallowed the strangled chuckle threatening to spill from her throat even though nobody could hear it, not with the wind howling past their ears, not with the screams reverberating down the streets below, not with the buzz of the wings of the Nuhlrokka. It was too tempting to slip into the role she played these days, too… simple. Objectively, the firrerreo knew she was being seduced by the power it emanated, by the respect it demanded, but she just couldn't say no.

The Hand fo the Dark Lord came roaring on her Vong insect at an agle, cutting the air and the lone guard on the roof with a sideways slash of her lightsaber. Pulling tightly on the fleshy 'reins' of her mount, she forced the creature to make a sharp, downwards turn. The woman used that momentum to slip off its back again, using the fresh corpse as her cushion to break her fall.

It made a soft, wet sound, and one of her boots got caught in the lattice of spilled intestines for a few seconds before she managed to yank it out. A small frown flashed across her face, quickly disappearing once more as she was forced to deflect a few incoming blaster bolts.

Well. Back to work.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Terrorist Round up
Location: Outskirts of the Captial
Allies: [member="Jayce"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Maja Vern"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Rose Kuhn"]
Enemies: N/A
3/20

It was fairly easy to tell just who the Fresia terrorists were. They were the panicked throngs of men and women running for their lives, from the Sith who were now washing over Fresia like a river of blood. Like a shark to chum, Sage picked up on the scent of coppery-smelling viscera left in the wake of his fellow Hand [member="Vrag"]'s intoxicating kill streak. Pulling his black cloak over his head, he nodded to his reticent Acolyte to follow him. The Sith troops spilled out of the dropship after them and immediately took their battle formations, pushing on ahead with a wall of blaster fire at the incoming resistance.

Grinning fiendlishly, Sage tossed his lightsaber hilt to his Acolyte. Although the Knight enjoyed the vivisection of his enemy with the short, sharp strikes of Ataru, he wouldn't be needing it in this battle. A moment later, there was a slithering sound about Sage. Throwing his head back with an inhuman howl of pain, Sage released his amphistaff arm from its banelith masqurer, the Vong technology that glamoured the sentient beasts. Three black, leathery tentacles wound out of his sleeve, rearing up and hissing with fervent rage. Sage turned to his Acolyte, his face half-shadowed by his cloak. The fanged heads of his arm blinked their beady eyes at Jayce as they undulated at eye level.

"This is what we like to call a trial by fire, Acolyte Jayce." Sage said, with that same arrogant smirk that most Sith Lords would love to smack off his face.

"What say we go disembowel some terrorists?"

Sage stalked forward and stood in front of the first wave of terrorists who lifted their blasters to fire back at him. His resilient amphistaves parrying away a few crisscrossing beams, the cloaked Sith Knight waved his hand. With that one graceful movement, the terrorists stopped firing on Sage, and with eyes widened in horror, turned their blasters on each other. Stepping over the dead terrorists, Sage gave his Acolyte a toothy grin and a dark chuckle.

"Oops. Looks like I killed them all."

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Surface of Fresia
Objective: Whatever I want
Allies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Enemies: N/A
[Post: 2/20]

Finnik never moved, and he didn't know why. Yeah he was waiting for destiny to fall into his lap, but there was nothing which said this was his destiny. Right because how cliche would it be for a ship to descend from the sky and a pretty lady to walk out and that turn out to be his destiny. He shook his head as a pretty lady did walk down from the ramp of the ship, and when she actually spoke to him, he had to pinch himself.

"Wait, what? Why would I kill you," he asked as the blaster was pulled out on him.

Right because that would be his destiny. He could see it now, eighteen year old get's shot to death by pretty lady which descended out of the sky. His parents had been killed in a freak accident, so why not him. There was nothing he could do, really, if she wanted to shoot him, but maybe he could convince her of the truth. That he had just been sitting there.

"I've just been sitting here, avoiding actually participating in this thing. The Sith brought me here to supposedly kill terrorists, and I really didn't want to have anything to do with a slaughter. One slaughter doesn't make the other slaughter any less right or wrong to me, so...."

If she hated the Sith, he just admitted he was "on their side." If she didn't care well then, okay. Finnik just wanted to get away from it all, and hopefully that was obvious. He looked at the blaster and tossed the question back at the girl.

"So you here to kill me, or what?"

 

[Liliane]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu_UU-ORdgE​

Location: Surface of Fresia
Objective: Destroy the Sith [ Opposition of Objective ? ]
Allies: Enemies of the Sith, [member="Finnik Mann"], [member="Pappy"]
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Jayce"]
Post: [ 03/20 ]

The girl was confused.

"No? What the kark? Why would I kill you if you don't want to slaughter people?" Lilin asked while she moved closer to the man. He was a whole lot taller than him, and probably a whole lot stronger as well. But if his intentions were true, there was no doubt she would be allied with him at that mission. After all, she had nobody else to rely on.

Then she smiled at him and turned her head into the distance. Perhaps they could save a few civilians that day?

"Tell me, do you know which way is the safest to go to evacuate the innocent people?"

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Surface of Fresia
Objective: Whatever I want
Allies: Lilin Imperieuse
Enemies: N/A
[Post: 3/20]

"Well okay so we have established neither one of us wants to kill each other, that's good... now it's so cliche I have to ask... you aren't my destiny are you?"

Alright so mayb now the teenager was being ornery. He was a street rat for the most part, so why wouldn't he be. Either way, he hoped the girl had gotten the fact he was joking and not trying some cheesy pick up line on her. Well maybe he was only halfway not trying a cheesy pick up line... he was a teen still after all.

"The name is Finnik... I'm technically a Sith, but yeah... I can help you evacuate innocents. There are not many, but I'm sure we can find some... kids maybe."

Finnik wasn't about to tell his sob story about how he was orphaned at a young age and ran away once he could. He had a soft spot for kids so maybe they could start there. The path he had taken had been relatively unoccupied at the time, so he just pointed the way he had come. Likely it was occupied by now, but Finnik couldn't really tell from this far out of the city. They could head in, and from there would have to rely on his street smarts to move unseen. Finnik looked like he belonged on the streets anyhow. They would blend in fine, provided this girl wasn't some known commodity among the Sith or the terrorists.

"We'll head back they way I came, and stick to the alley systems. It's the best way to move unseen, and if you grew up in one city, you grew up in them all... c'mon."

 

[Liliane]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxGIQ604DAY​

Location: Surface of Fresia
Objective: Destroy the Sith [ Opposition of Objective ? ]
Allies: Enemies of the Sith, [member="Finnik Mann"], [member="Pappy"]
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Jayce"]
Post: [ 04/20 ]

"No, I am not your destiny, I think," Lilin said, understanding it had been said a little bit jokingly.

As the two started moving in the direction Finnik pointed, Lilin nodded, hoping they wouldn't face as much opposition as she had faced on Csilla. Three against one, that was a strange thing even for Sith.

"I am Lilin, by the way. And luckily for you, I am not quite a Jedi," she said while walking along the man. Why did the man not want to follow the orders of the Sith? Was there something going on? Was it all a trap? She had to be extra careful and take some glances at the companion every once in a while. But his words had sounded very genuine -- she couldn't sense an unusual pattern in Finnik's heartbeat.

"I have some room for a few people. Depends on how many people we manage to evacuate... I think you could be able to come along."

Now it was her time to say something cheesy. "I mean, if you want to."

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Inside of the City, near Incom building
Objective: Sabotage
Allies: Bravo Squad (4 Dreadguard), [member="Lilin Imperieuse"], [member="Finnik Mann"]
Foes: [member="Sage Bane"] - One Sith, maybe Two Sith
Post: [4/20]

"Ghost, you in position?"

A pause. "Yeah, bossman. I've got eyes on the entire front and right flank of the building. Thank the gods for transparent windows."

The rest of Bravo Squad was with him, adorned in their black-clad MkIII Katarn-class armor. Even Marcus was in his own set of the stuff though he rather disliked not having his personalized, orange trimmed set. Oh well, orange kinda stood out in the middle of a warzone anyways. The Incom building was right in front of them and Pappy had no clue as to what the security might be like - so he assumed it'd be security droids and organic guards. Easy stuff to get past, but alarms would be the end of them.

An idea. "Ghost, do you see a fusebox anywhere? Any electronic readings from this building?"

"One sec." The sniper toggled through several scanning modes of his visor, switching between heat dispersion readouts to x-ray styled modes. "Yeah, there's an underground powerline that actually leads down around the back. Probably their garage or somethin'. Be advised, I don't have coverage once you pass that corner."

"Copy." The Staff Sergeant brought his fist in the air and drew jabbed two fingers at the building. "Foley, Victor, get the electronics under our control. Either shut them down completely or link the building's infrastructure grid to our hardsuits."

Two simultaneous "rogers" answered and then they were off.

As for Pappy, he hunkered down behind a half-destroyed carcass of a landspeeder and untoggled the safety of his assault rifle. If anyone even thought about making a move on his pair of brothers, he'd end them in an instant - be it Sith or "terrorist."

 

[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"] l [member="Greta Kohler"] l [member="Maja Vern"] l [member="Vrag"] l [member="Sage Bane"] l [member="Reverance"]
[4/20]

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

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The small little device attached to her right wrist, buzzed once then proceeding to announce the incoming message from Lord Ferus. ​

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"Any and all Alchemists who can currently participate within the Ritual are asked to come to the Basins location. No one Sith can do this, and there is a lot of preparation."​

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Her darkside corrupted face slowly turned toward the building in time to watch the front doors explode, allowing the Knight and the five troops to gain access through a well thought out distraction. Soon after, blaster fire erupted inside the warehouse. Darth Venefica moved toward the rear of the warehouse, where she was greeted by a fleeing terrorist bent on escaping the justice of the One Sith. The poor sod would never see the insides of a Sith prison or be forced to work back breaking labour at one of their infamous labour camps. His fate was intertwined with the plans of Lord Ferus.​

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The wretch paused, staring at the abomination looking back at him, then broke left to into a full on sprint. Three steps into it, he was forcibly slammed into the warehouse wall, then lifted to his feet by ghost hands clutching his throat, and slammed against it a second time. His vision blurry and threatening to betray him with darkness, he began to shake with fear as the woman adorned in animal skin and bones, while wearing teeth in her hair, on her wrists, and her ankles drew closer to him. He raised his hands as if they could protect him from the monster.​

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A sinister cackle passed through her lips when she stopped in front of him. His lips were moving but her ears were not picking up his bumbling words. Her eyes narrowed when he dared to stand up without her permission, earning himself a well deserved reward when she slammed her right fist into his left-sided jaw, following it up with a quick slash across his cheek with her right index finger of her Sisterhood Emblem; cutting him deep enough for the venom to mingle into his bloodstream.​

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From the blow, he slumped to the ground with the poison already spreading. He would be barely alive by the time Lord Ferus claimed his soul.​

 

[Jayce]

[member="Sage Bane"]

OBJECTIVE Butchery
LOCATION Outskirts of Capital
AMBIANCE Vim & Vigor
[3|20]

The craft rocked as it touched the earth. Gearous churning erupted from the insides of the ship and within seconds the seals parted into doorways and the Sith rushed onto the surface, their comms igniting with chatter. To his left, Jayce's master was no exception and in a blur he caught Jayce's gaze from the door of the ship, a perverse grin imploring the boy to follow.

As fast as he could, the Acolyte followed in his Master's wake. His eyes came to rest on what appeared to be suburbs, perhaps rural areas surrounding the capital. Jayce could clearly make out the buildings rising in the distance, along with the roaring fingers of smoke which clutched eerily at the horizon. He could feel the bloodshed here. Surely any magic worthy of carnage on this scale was a magnificent feat. Inexperienced in killing though he was, Jayce was more than eager to participate.

His eyes followed his Master's movements and Jayce had barely touched boot to pavement when the Sith in front of him leaned back and discarded his lightsaber in the boy's direction. In his stride to follow suit, Jayce's attempt to snatch the hilt from the air proved unsuccessful. The hilt clattered on the ground behind Jayce and he steadied his hand at his side, sneering back at the hilt rolling on the ground. The Acolyte reached out with his mind, unfurling the force along the ground before sending a sharp pulse which served to whip the hilt, as well as surrounding rocks and dust, in the general direction of Jayce's hand. This time his grip snapped around the hilt, which he stuffed into the folds of his robes.

When Jayce turned back to see Sage, tendrils tore forth from his Master's arm, growing into grotesque snakes which snapped and hissed at the air, displaying grim smiles. Sage spoke and Jayce simply nodded swiftly in reply. The Acolyte veered to the right and behind of his Master, who had begun to confront a group of terrorists armed with blasters. The serpents were magnificent to watch as they pivoted back and forth, diverting blaster fire. Then, as if from nowhere, Jayce felt the Force oscillate with the Dark Side. Determination turned to terror in an instant and the men were broken. Jayce's eyes transfixed on Sage's back and he grinned widely. If the Acolyte hadn't been certain before, he was certain now that there would be much he could learn from this Master.

Turning his attention to his own endeavours, Jayce closed his eyes and focused his thoughts, the way he had always been taught to do. Sounds, one by one, slipped away into the void and Jayce felt the rhythm of the Force around him, spiralling in and out in waves. He felt the footfalls of the Sith military echo and send shimmers of light through the weave of energy. The Acolyte's presence of mind pulled from where he stood, stationary, and he listened. Before long he detected the familiar cadence of hearts beating, six it looked like, away from any formation, tucked away at the far end of a side street. It didn't take the boy long to distinguish the heartbeats of the regimented Sith soldiers from the terrorists who moved in disconnected cells throughout the streets. Of course, the militia did know the city, but the Force is a powerful tool indeed, even in relatively weak hands.

Jayce's eyes snapped open and his head turned to the right where a formation of Sith military were taking point behind the soldiers forming at Sage's back, pressing their advantage with the powerful Sith. Jayce tugged forth at the Force again and snapped out at the jacket of a soldier, tight coils of force wrapping themselves around an ear piece and a holopad before deftly tugging them from their places. The boy figured he would be fine without them for now. Not able to wreak havoc on nearly the same scale as his Master, the Acolyte decided he would probably spill more blood sniffing out their enemies and having the military do the leg work.

Slapping the ear piece on, Jayce's fingers fumbled with the touch screen and produced a map. Jayce put his finger on the button of his ear piece and when he spoke he spoke clearly and sharply, though the grim overture of his voice identified him immediately to the soldiers who heard him as Sith.

"Men moving north at co-ordinate K2, move to co-ordinate J2 and enter the back of the building,"

With no way to identify Jayce as either Acolyte or Lord, only as Sith, the soldiers complied and wheeled to the left where they fanned across the back wall of a structure. Two men penetrated the back door and the soldiers poured out into the room. Through the front windows of the building, though boarded heavily, the squad could clearly hear the voices of terrorist militia who had bunkered down in front of the residence. The Sith military pressed forth. A cackling of gunfire erupted and the militia were eroded away into charred, desecrated heaps.

In the time that followed, Jayce moved forward precious few meters and closed his eyes again, allowing his mind to sense around him again and at once he felt the beating pattern of hearts stop, not all at once but in quick succession. Moving his zone forward slightly, Jayce took stock again. Repeating this process every so often would hopefully afford Jayce the ability to slowly move through the streets, guiding whoever he could to militia resistance.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Protect Incom
Location: Outskirts of the Captial
Allies: [member="Jayce"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Darth Venefica"]
Enemies: [member="Finnik Mann"] [member="Pappy"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
4/20

Caught up in the enthrallment of battle, Sage did not stop to micromanage or assess his Acolyte. He figured if Jayce made it out off of Fresia alive today, that would be enough of a gold star for the boy. To supplement his saber, he pulled a long Nightbrother hunting knife from its sheath and tore through the next wave like a piranha in a feeding frenzy. His leathery tentacles tangled around the arms and legs of one hapless gunman, lifting the the man's body high into the air and bringing his torso down on the Hand's waiting knife. When the body flopped to the ground, Sage knelt and let his amphistaffs feed on the still breathing terrorist. Razor sharp teeth tore through the living flesh, gripping heaps of flesh in their maws and gobbling them up.

Chomp-chomp-chomp

Sage cooed at his feral pets lovingly, feeling as sated as his beasts, and then smacked one on the head with the hilt of his knife when it rebelliously snapped at his own face. He rose to catch a glimpse of Jayce commanding some of the Sith militia. He pursed his lips. It was impressive how his new apprentice had a natural assumption of authority. Perhaps the boy wasn't doomed to carry around some Sith Lady's dry cleaning after all. Jayce was already starting to show potential.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pinging on his commlink, and he raised two fingers to his earpiece to receive the call. One Sith spies had detected an odd anomaly in the Force. There were holes in it, places where no Force existed. The oddity was enough to spurn a call to the Hand of the Dark Lord. Sage opened up a secure channel, and gave an order to all Sith under his command. Acolyte Jayce would hear the message over his secure channel as well as [member="Tanek Santii"], the carnivorous Togruta Knight who was also a part of the Fresia operation.

"Sage Bane here. Divert troops to Incom facilities, and focus efforts on defending. Our spies have reported Force Dead enemies converging on Incom assets. I repeat. Force Dead. It's time to get creative."

With his order given, he signaled for his troops to follow him to the Incom building. He left his Acolyte to his own devices, confident that the boy would find his way back in one piece.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Ground Zero
Objective: Protect the Basin
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Venefica"], Techno Union? [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"][member="Sage Bane"][member="Darth Venefica"][member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]@???
4/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_MW65XxS7s​

All around Valdra, people began laying down in the basin as the alcohol took effect. He stood in the middle, unaffected. He wanted to just kill them all and get it over with, but Ferus had other plans so he would continue to get his civilians drunk and happy