No Stone Unturned, no Book Unburned [New Order Dominion of Cadomai Prime]

[Logan Harkins]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
The ICs quickly subdued the rebels and pushed into the homes they'd been fortifying. Civilians cowered against the walls, clutching futilely at forbidden paintings and novels. Art of all forms. Logan's heart skipped a beat when he saw a Twilek holding what appeared to be a score.

No.

"Flamer up." Logan called over his squad's com as the woman's eyes burned into his soul. Cold sweat began to pour underneath his helmet. The flamer acted automatically and advanced on the civilians with an emotionless walk. His squad mates couldn't see his expression as the flame consumed the woman and the remaining civilians in the building, skin peeled back as the flame ate away at their identities. Logan felt like he was going to vomit. This desecration would eat at him for the rest of his days.

Cold anger.

What the hell was he?

 

[Djonas Vile]

Djonas beckoned the troop over once he dropped his weapons. A wicked smirk rested on Djonas' face as the trooper readied himself for a fist fight. "Come. Face death like a man." Djonas taunted. With that, it began. THe trooper got in a few shots to Djonas' abdomen before Djonas began to retaliate. Blows were thrown back and forth. It was an old fashioned kind of fight. No tricks, no lies, no magic. Just good old strength. "That the best you got? Why the feth would they let you wear that uniform." Djonas taunts were numerous and the trooper was slowly getting aggravated. All he could think about was when Djonas would pull out some kind of trick as any Sith would do normally.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

The battle continued to rage on the plains of the planet as the New Order ground forces continued to oppress the forbidden arts in the city. Looking on at the fist fight between Djonas and the trooper, Vulcanus smirked at the taunting and felt the anger flowing through the trooper. It was a glorious concoction of rage, one that Vulcanus leached off of gladly. The fears and emotions of others had become more than just a path of power for him, it was an addiction. Every taste of pain, anger and fear he got was another step closer to total madness and necessity.

As the two fought, Vulcanus reached out to the Republic trooper with the force and used his little knowledge of force drain. Tendrils of the force, invisible to all but other force users, slithered through the air and wrapped around the body of the trooper. Slowly they began to drain away his life force, filling Krag's own body up with a power rush like none he had ever felt before...

No spice could make the world this euphoric.

 

[Darth Ayra]

The Niathal passed over an ocean of Cadomai Prime. Ayra's eyes found themselves drifting over the vast blue, seeing and yet unseeing. When it felt like sleep was about to take over her, she sensed him. The Jedi. The one that she sought to kill. Following the direction in which the Force led her, she took control of the Niathal and diverted the ship towards where she felt. Rage gripped the Lord of the Sith, as she got closer. It soon transformed into hatred. Presumably then, the Jedi would sense her incoming.

 

[Onrai]

Cadomai Prime. A world full of resources ready to be subjugated by the Sith. A dark smile crossed her lips as she considered how to best deal with those who controlled the planet currently. The resources of this world would go into providing the Sith Empire with the resources necessary to construct a brand new self-propelled super-heavy tank, designed to crush, kill, and destroy anything that even came close to it. The MZ-10 would be a perfect piece of machinery, one the Horde and New Order could both use against any heavy armor the Jedi or Mandalorians could produce.

The perfect assault gun.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Logan Harkins]

As the bodies curled into themselves and the paintings, novels, and countless sheets of music were lost to the ages. The same scenario being played out endlessly across the planet's surface. Thousands of years of culture flushed down the proverbial drain at the say so of one man. This wouldn't bother most of his men, since they didn't have the education to understand the implications, but it struck a sour note with the former composer.

Remember your vengeance.

This service is a means to an end.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself." The commando muttered to himself, stuck in a horrible moment of self realization.

"Sir?" One of his squad mates said in reply, assuming the muttering was meant as a command or tactical comment. Logan ignored his comrade and moved through the rest of the building slowly, methodically picking his way through the bodies and carnage. Turning over bodies. Memorizing faces. Some of his squad followed him with a sense of unease. They didn't understand why their commander, a man with legendary nerves was doing what he was. A ghost of the past had touched him.

He'd watched his wife die for a second time.

And felt his soul light up with her.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2paCJWVmZQ​

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And so it had been done, as the Dark Lord continued to watch the fight...something snapped inside him. Pain, death, agony, sorrow, guilt, defeat, repeat. That was all the Vulcanus could focus on as he looked around the battlefield, it was all that he could find himself caring about. The euphoric rush of power that every death gave him, the heavenly pulse of delight that every scream shot into him! Darkness, never ending darkness was all that he could imagine! Every body he gazed at, every river of blood was nothing more than a gateway to more darkness...to more power!

The Dark Lord's eye grew dark, black as the massive holes that lie in the void of space. The world around him seemed to slowly slip away and a sweeping power seemed to cross over the land from its origin point, that point being Vulcanus. "This is all yours, you know" a voice like that of a god called out to Vulcanus, one that whispered into his ear and screamed into his face all at once. The Graug warlord spun, looking upon a robed figure that only he could see. "I gave you this power, Krag and now you see its true potential...don't you?" the figured mused, moving towards him on a cushion of air

"You, I killed you." Vulcanus spoke to the phantom who glided past him, the cold tendrils of the darkside gripping at Vulcanus's skin as it did. This figure that stood before the beast now was that of Darth Mortius, the Sith phantom who Vulcanus had discovered on Gratos. It was this phantom that taught him the ways of the pyromancer and revealed to him the Graug's true origins...

"The Darkside is a path to many abilities, lesser" the phantom said with a sly grin from under the impenetrable shadows that covered his eyes.

(Krag is having a vision right now, so imagine him being very spaced out on the battlefield but not moving at all). ​

 

[Darth Ayra]

The clearing ahead was covered in trees; and reminded Ayra of the Aeten II operation, where she had nearly been burned alive. Thoughts on Ashelotte and Circe Savan were diverted back to the present. She needed to concentrate, now. Lowering the landing clamps of the Niathal, Ayra landed the transport in the clearing. Removing the straps that tied her down, she copied what she did on Aeten II; and uncovered the camouflage sheet that she had used then to hide the Niathal now. Stepping backwards outside, she surveyed her work and when satisfied, returned back inside to begin preparations for her hunt of this mysterious Jedi.

 

[Djonas Vile]

As blaster bolts whizzed by and body counts piled up all about, Djonas continued the strenuous battle he was engaged in. The trooper began to look more and more tired with every punch Djonas landed. "C'mon. you want to live? I suggest you keep fighting." Djonas stated to the trooper. His will was strong, but the trooper was growing tired while Djonas continued to fight as strongly as he did in the beginning of the fight. Djonas launched a uppercut with incredible speed and strength at the trooper which launched him in the air and sent him crashing to the ground.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was a time in which Ferus would of stayed and fought.

But, time was ah wastin. He left [member="Hasjo Hallu"] to deal with the Darths troops, finding himself unable to continue. Possibly do to his writer wanting to assist with finishing the dominion, though there are far from any hard feelings to the other writer. Lifes more important.

Regardless, there was something else that was bothering the Darth. While he was cleaning the streets, a single symbol kept coming up, again and again. It wasn't until now that the Darth realized what he had seen. A banner to the resistance on the planet. Moving back to the city he had left, he would already notice the firefights going on throughout the city itself. The citizens have taken up arms.

Good.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2paCJWVmZQ​

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"You, you dare call me lesser?!" Vulcanus growled at the apparition, who continued to glide effortlessly around the battlefield that had suddenly become quiet and unmoving through the eyes of Vulcanus.


"Are you more than that? Look at yourself, you are weak and falling apart. You are slowly losing your power, dying...you are no better than the Jedi." the phantom spat the word, it was meant to be the ultimate insult to the Dark Lord and it had the desired effect. Vulcanus glared at the ghost, his eyes burning with hatred that surged through his body.


"How dare you!" the beast roared to the figment of the force that was invisible to everyone near but him. With a fist flying forward and a stomp of his foot, the Darth shot a fireball at the ghost. The darkside manifestation simply passed through the man, like a blaster through air.


This display obviously amused the man, as he began to laugh in an all encompassing voice that shook the very fabrics of time. "You think yourself more powerful than the darkside itself?" the man gawked as he continued to laugh, "Look at yourself" he commanded with a skeletal finger outstretched towards the Graug's abdomen. The beast looked down as commanded and, to his surprise, his armor was not there for him to see. No, instead he saw what his body looked like beneath...he saw what he had been denying. Ashy skin fell from bone and pits of red energy seemed to glow from within him. Already his stomach had nearly fallen apart, only his anger and constant pain keeping him going. "You are dying, becoming weak as I willed! Do you see it now, the extents of the darkside's power?"

 

[Darth Ayra]

Ayra emerged from the Niathal, the camouflaged sheet in hand. Pegs in the other, the Sith Lord set about setting up the covering across the ship, until the sheet was secured. Taking a moment to observe the ship from a distance, she knew that from this close up, the Niathal would be spotted. But from above or a larger distance away, it was unlikely to be spotted. Returning into the ship, she began her kit check over the weapons she would be bringing to slay the Jedi presence she felt nearby. It was likely that they could feel her too. With a little luck and lure the dark side to boot, they would come to her.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2paCJWVmZQ

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The Dark Lord looked upon the torn and disfigured flesh with a humbled eye, his hands gripping at the wounds as the red energy began to pour out over his body. The phantom was speaking the truth, he was falling apart thread by thread and had been since his first breaths. He had been born into the darkside, been one with its calling ever since he was first conceived. All Graug were naturally attracted and empowered by the Darkside, but the power that Vulcanus now held and the curse that rested heavy on his soul were causing him to decay at an increasingly rapid rate. He didn't want to admit it, but he was at the complete and utter mercy of the curse that this phantom had put on him so long ago.


"I will not lose my power, I will not lose everything I have achieved!" the beast spat, looking at the glowing apparition in disgust. He had come too far, achieved too much to simply bend at the knee and accept death. No, that was not the way of a Sith. "Your curse will not be the end of me!"


"Oh i'm afraid it will, my little creation. Your body would have decayed even without my intervention, but I have accelerated it along the path. Your body will give into the darkside soon enough." the ghost said, hovering closer to the behemoth. "But it was never my intention to simply let you die, no, that would be the end of me as well."

 

[Onrai]

And now it was time. Overhead, several construction ships began to jump in, preparing to land on the planet below. These ships, Tryton-class cargo haulers, carried Tryton cargo containers converted to factories. These frigate-sized facilities were exactly what was needed by Subach to begin manufacture of the MZ-10 and MZ-15 mobile pulse cannons. These mobile pulse cannons would provide the Imperial army with the firepower they would need to adequately decimate any heavier vehicles belonging to the Republic, the Mandalorians, or any other faction they ended up combating.

Of course, the factories had to be set first. [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Enigma"] |

Ayra emerged from the Niathal. Pausing at the foot of it's ramp, she lifted her gaze to the skyline and felt the presence of her Master. "Darth Pandeima," she murmured. Of course, she was here to continue the Subach business they had discussed recently on Coruscant. She still remember her hands all over her neck, back and legs. Soothing, gentle and yet, in the same motions, the Sith Master demonstrated authority and control over her Sith Apprentice, in her own way.

Her gaze diverted to the breaking bushes and trees. Snap-hiss. The blue light protruded through the light. Her eyes squinted upon the familiar, yet disgusting sight of the Jedi robes that the Nautolan wore. Several other men were accompanying the Jedi. Judging by her senses, this man was a Jedi Master. Her eyes diverted to the men. Militia, who were working for the Jedi, as he went about helping to the locals from the Sith. Typical Jedi interference.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Alicia Drey"]

The first of the containers touched the ground, the freighter releasing it and returning slowly to orbit. The powering up of the hypermatter reactor could clearly be heard, the machinery inside ready to begin production of the new MZs. Both variants were superb - the heavier of the two was better armored and long-ranged, while the smaller of the two packed two cannons next to one another for a relatively higher rate of fire.

Both would serve as excellent tank destroyers and self-propelled guns.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Enigma"] |

Darth Ayra surveyed the field, before turning her Lightsaber offline. As the crimson beam slid up into the hilt, the last of the militia fell to their knees. Her hunt for the Jedi and his rag group was finished. Now was time to finish the job. Stepping over the body of the Nautolan Jedi Master, Ayra thought of their duel as she made her way to the nearby camp. Indeed, he had been powerful in the Force; but the Makashi technique he had executed had been brushed aside by the ferocity of her Djem So. Still, the burn on her arm and leg, from the time the Jedi created an opening by diverting her Lightsaber, then executing a Shiak into her arm, hurt her. "I'm going to need to get that looked at," she thought.

Coming to a stop at the camp, she was met by the looks of several faces. She didn't have the time, nor the care to count, but there was over thirty. Perhaps more. Another snap-hiss cut through the air. Screams ensued; and so did Ayra's rage. Slaughter soon followed their dying shouts...

 

[Onrai]

A soft smile crossed Circe's lips as she felt the death and destruction her apprentice was carrying out below. Droids were already being sent to the surface, in preparation for the facilities' activation. The droids would supplement the conscripts until the facilities were fully loaded with people brought into the Imperial work force. It wasn't slave labor, as they were indeed being paid - just not that much.

"Come to me soon, my apprentice... We have a lot of work to do."

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Enigma"] |

Flames were in Ayra's eyes. The camp site had been lain to waste. Not even the women and children survived the slaughter. No mercy for those who were affiliated to the Jedi. In some ways, Mendacium would be proud. Lightsaber back on her hip, Darth Pandemia's Sith Apprentice turned back towards the Niathal. The cover had been ruined in her duel with the Jedi. Holes from where the militias turbolaser fire had hit littered it. She took it over the ship and discarded it into the flames.

Back inside, she lowered herself into the pilot seat, closed the doors to the ship and retracted it's landing ramps. Hunt complete, murder seen and flames asunder, Darth Ayra lifted up to return to her Sith Masters side.

 

[Onrai]

Eying her apprentice's ship as it moved in for a landing, Circe frowned. Women and children had been killed by the bloodthirsty Marauder, women and children that could've been used by Circe and other Sith for their own goals. When she stepped down, Circe would adequately voice her displeasure. But not yet... For now, she had to wait for the bloodletter to land so she could speak to her.

[member="Alicia Drey"]