Operation: Empire's Future - Sith Empire Tier 2 Dominion of Ord Trasi and Kol Huro

[Darth Carnifex]

Aboard the Blade of Fate
Kanz Sector

Again, the pieces moved into place.

Ships of all sizes and magnitudes filled the dark void, their battlements bristling with innumerable weapon systems as the blue glow of their shields shimmered and shone in the darkness. The worlds of Kol Huro had not been prepared for such a brazen intrusion, so involved they were with their own petty planetary squabbles. Yet, when the threat of the Empire appeared on their doorstep whatever animosity between them was temporarily put on hold as ships from different warlord factions moved to intercept the Imperial War Fleets.

The Dark Lord looked over the meager arrangement of the enemies of progress and then swept his gaze to fall upon [member="Darth Metus"], his son-in-law and the Lord of Dread. "The path you seek cannot be taught nor given, it must be forged. Before you lies the crucible of war, and through enduring its flames you will discover true meaning. Remember the old adage, Metus, the hotter the flame the stronger the steel. Conflict shapes us, hardship makes us resilient, and battle is the greatest expression of one's self." That was all he had left to teach Metus, the man was a powerful warrior and had already tasted the ashen bitterness of death. He was certain the man would find his true calling in war, the only hearth any of them should ever know.

The voice of [member="Darth Prazutis"] kissed the barrier of his mind, his words reverberating through his ears as if it were his own. Silently he smiled, he too remembered those terrible weeks in the aftermath of the Old Empire's death, angry and spiteful. It had long been used to fuel his power, but as his grew more and more attuned to the Dark Side of the Force he found it easier to draw upon its strength without fully giving himself to the volcanic hate that churned within. Only a modicum of his hate was sufficient to flay flesh with but an afterthought, but he intended to give much more to those who stood within his way, within the Empire's way. He pressed a button on the command throne to signal all ships within the Battlegroup:

"Attention all vessels and soldiers of Battlegroup Spear, this is a message from your Dark Lord."

His baleful voice was broadcast across all encrypted Imperial channels, and all who listened hearkened to hear his voice. His message was short and sweet, none could mistake his intentions.

"Friends, let's bring them hell."

It was the command they were all waiting for, and at its utterance the true operation was thrust into action. Ships ferrying thousands of Imperial troops would descend towards the planet's surfaces while the larger capital ships would muscle their way towards total space supremacy and would work to soften up fortified ground targets with great care being taken not to overtly damage any of the massive foundries sprawling the planets. Ships could be rebuilt, defenses could be rebuilt, but the factories down below were the true prize coveted by the Sith Empire, and none were to be destroyed if it was within the Sith's power to prevent it.

2/27​

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

​Location: Aboard the Hammer of Bastion​, Kanz Sector
Objective: ​Battlegroup Spear
Post: 1/27

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The lost son.

He had come to prove his worthy to not only his father, but his new cause. The Sith Empire. He had decided to devote his life and entirety to the Empire. Taking the title of Sith Acolyte. He had boarded the Hammer of Bastion, in attempt to aid the attack into the Kol Huro sytem. He branded a one-handed sword, holstered on his side. Wearing an entire black cloak, surrounding his entire body, excluding his head. His emerald eyes, and black hair lavished aboard the lower deck of the Grand Battlecruiser, more importantly known Zambrano features.

He made his way through the ship, clearly having a place to be. His heritage confirmed, he was clearly treated with a vast ammount more of respect compared to before. Climbing a set of stairs, with soldiers manned on each side saluting the Acolyte as he passed.

A soft exhale left his mouth, before he returned with a nod to them, making his way up onto the bridge of the ship. He passed the various officers and the Lord Admiral making his way directly behind [member="Darth Prazutis"]. He spoke in a clear, and bold tone almost echoing throughout the bridge.

"Father, I'm ready."

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Location: Ord Trasi Space
Objective: N/A
Allies: N/A
Close to: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Post: I

The shadow dropped out of hyperspace into a drift. Scorch marks scattered over the hull leaving scars on the paint and metal. a section of the freighter had been shut off having been breached. Wires would spark at there snapped ends illuminating the hole a light blue at each flash. Scanners would pick up a fair amount of traffic descending to the world something that brought on caution but there was a place here that could fix the ship up for free. If they refused well she had a means to get what she wanted. Her fist clenched tight as she thought what she'd to to them if they refused.

Either way Teresa knew once she lands there is no escaping the world till its fixed. It was a risk she was forced to take. The ship lowered down to the world at a steady decent as another whizzed by at brake neck speeds. The girls reaction was to swerve the shadow as the dangerous flyers flew past. "Karking show offs." She muttered to herself. The sensors tracked the ship descend to the place she was heading. Something screamed complication to her plans. Her hands gripped tight around the staring sticks and pushed the ship a little faster through the clouds.


The ship breached through the clouds as she felt gravity pull the ship down making it go faster and faster. Her nerves began to kick in as she barely landed a ship. Auto pilot normally did that part for her but for some reason it had been knocked out in the small skirmish the girl had came from. Feeling her body pushed back into the seat her hands would pull back hard to lift the nose. A loud creak rumbled as stress took its toll on the hull. It was not much longer till the ship slowed down and descended enough to land. somehow during the landing she'd taken off the railings around the landing pad that was stuck under the landing gear.

Teresa's body slumped into the seat as a breath of relief escaped her lips. "Now to find someone." She rolled her eyes as she stood form the seat. "Geez if i keep talking to myself even I'm gonna think I'm crazy." Her right hand gripped tight around the old Lightsaber as the ramp lowered but no one could be seen. It was unorthodox, it was making her cautions.


Gear -

Spoiler

Darth Revan's Robes
Revans Lightsaber

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Jacob Crawford"]

"Seeing anything interesting, dear?" she asked. To anyone who might be listening in on them, she would sound much like any young woman out on a walk through town with a date. To her partner for this mission however, she was curious if he had overheard anything from the minds he was likely probing subtly. Her probes were following some people of interest, but until they actually got a confirmation on the weapons depot, they were in a holding pattern.

She was honestly appreciative of how the evolving Sith Empire was actually handling intelligence operations, as she there had been a deficit beforehand. Now, they were actually doing intelligence work that didn't involved straight forwardness. Subterfuge was so much more fun anyways.

"Oh, look at those shoes, I didn't think we would find Alsakan style this far from the Core!" she exclaimed, gushing as she had seen and observed other women her age did.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
[2/27]

From his stride it was clear that the Thirriken had a purpose in mind; not a single movement was out of place, no hesitation that colored the bend of his shoulders nor fear that he might get lost in this thick crowd. Almost every single soul here was taller than him by far, yet, it was almost by magic how they never bumped into him, stepped on his cloak or otherwise inconvenienced him. In fact? It seemed as if they were avoiding him completely during their journey.

Then Tai suddenly stopped his walk.

The crowd parted, circling around him, instead of bumping into him.

A little head tilted, cocked in a mixture of surprise and confusion, but neither were visible from the deep shadows of his cowl. It was the heavy silence that had tipped him off. She was wearing power tightly wound around her, imperceptible, almost as if it wasn't there to begin with, but Tai knew her.

Not well, but better than most.

It was the silence that pulled at his attention. The deep void where his touch faded and disappeared into the endless quiet, swallowed whole without a return in sight.

"Awhile it has been.​

Daughter of endless silence.​

Your presence is good."​

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"But your purpose is clouded?"​

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The whisper ran through the silence at the same time as Tai moved once again. He diverted his goal, instead opting to turn towards an alleyway that was nearby his destination. It would be prudent to speak to Kith first, before deciding for the course of action here. There was no sense of threat nor urgency, but it would not be the first time that the Thirriken had mistaken one sense for another.

He was not a student of sense.

Instead Lord Fa had opted to go for more... explosive aims and methods. The strengthening of the body under the tutelage of Ashin Varanin and ones like her.

It had made him strong, yes, but sometimes lacking in other areas.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Location: Graf's Caf, Kol Huro I
Objective: [I refuse to write this awful tagline]. Through Fashion.
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Posts: 1/27

It was refreshing to get back into the world of business. Imperia had indeed tried her hand at it, long ago, but, well - the results of both of her previous attempts fell short of the grandeur she was aiming for. Her droid company, originally a front to explain her movement around the galaxy, had fallen into obscurity. And her mercenary company? Well, they were still around, and still doing small things around the galaxy, but they weren't really important. In due time, that would have to change. For now, however, Imperia would focus her efforts on the - admittedly bizarre - plan that she and the other Valkyries (mostly Aria) had concocted. The Knight wasn't sure that this plan would bring glory to the Dark Side, or that this was truly the most efficient use of the resources at their disposal. But it was amusing, and if nothing else, conquering a star system through the sale of sleek and practical women's apparel would be a good story to tell to her non-existent grandchildren.

Imperia trailed beside Aria during their trek to the cafe, then, when they arrived, absent-mindedly ordered a cup of caf, despite not ever drinking caf in her life. Her mind was occupied with other, more important things. Like the fact that the gaggle of Sith she'd arrived with hadn't been greeted with lavish praise or screams of fear, a situation which, Imperia hoped, was soon to be rectified. Speaking of...

"Aria, darling. Does our associate," Imperia paused for a half second, glancing at the nameless brunette, "know of the imminent...festivities our brothers and sisters have planned? I'd hate for her to have a panic attack just because, I don't know, a child burns to ash outside. Kaine isn't exactly known for his subtlety."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Enjoy a walk
[1/20]

Click.

Unlike many of his fellow Sith the aging form of Krest walked down a lonely road undisturbed by violence and death, at least for the moment. War had many different versions, from galactic to gang, and there was one particular gang that had been a thorn in the side of the Sith for too long. The Force Hunters had been granted the gift of life for months now, freely striking at the Ascendancy when ever they could. With the Sith split the attention could not be placed where needed to deal with these gorillas, but now.

Click.

Now they were no longer safe.

Click.

[member="Lark"] had never been on a mission with the Zabrak that involved a city. There was training, yes, but nothing like this. The real world was far different from lava beasts or training rooms. With a grin the elder would glance to the boy. "You'll learn much this day. As we walk, I want you to feel among the streets. See if you can sense those we are after." Who they were after was black arms dealers. [member="Darth Abyss"] had been so kind to provide a location of a rather devious man by the name of Grellon, and the Sith Master and Apprentice had given themselves a meeting.

Click.

"And, perhaps, if you listen hard enough you will hear more." ​Krest continued to walk ahead, his can rhythmically tapping the ground as he went.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
[2/27]

"Oh, nothing of note unfortunately," Jacob replied. There was no sidelong look or glance to emphasis the message, it wasn't required to understand the meaning hidden in the words. Although the little 'game' they were playing fascinated him, on a personal level.

If you had asked him years ago, before he had accepted the dark side, his time as a Jedi and even as a child forced to fight. He would've laughed at the idea that he'd eventually become an agent of subterfuge. For years he had been rather brutish and impulsive, traits borne from how he had grown up. Whether it was with his fists, or a lightsaber. Jacob had always been one to think and move to conflict first. It had only been through learning to wield a lightsaber that a more tactical mindset was created.

Then the Netherworld happened and he had been torn apart. The former warrior and duelist had been stripped of everything; bare to the bone, until he had managed to crawl himself from its hellish grip. From there a maelstrom of events had pulled him to those who could help in reforging him into the person he was now. Someone who took to matters with calculated thoughts, and a desire to peer into the minds of those he found interesting; to discover what made them tick.

It was what drove him, and it was something their Lord Inquisitor had noted during their conversation. A useful skill for when it came to interrogation, but could also be handy in situation as the current one. Even though it was presently pointless to do so.

Jacob looked around, feigning interest in the various stores windows that were in view. Within his passing glances, his attention fell on the various guards that were posted around the area. They were in a populated area after all, a potential target should the insurgents want to make an impact. Although Jacob knew they would ideally target the more defensive points of the government's milita - it wouldn't surprise him if there were more overzealous elements to the uprising.

His attention was drawn back to reality as Eldaah pulled him before a particular shop window, her words and voice fitting perfectly to the role she was playing. His eyes raked over the item in question, a particular look crossing his face - one that hoped his date wasn't intending to buy such expensive shoes. And in a similar vein, he moved to change the subject.

"I forgot to ask dear, how are your birds doing? Are they being fed well?"

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Above Kol Huro I - The Eldritch
Objective: Eclipse the Light. Literally.
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Not Sith
Post Count: 2

"Waytha ara quetha way!"

The singular words already were already lost in the chorus, which now was nothing more than a dissonant, constant noise that mirrored the storm that it summoned. Green fire illuminated the chamber in an eery light, the reflection of the arcane flames in the rusty metal of the husk placing a dim, ghostly shimmer upon the warlocks close to him. When the staff touched the ground a final time it was not the sound of metal hitting metal, but the sound of reality shattering as nature itself submitted to his endless hand. It was a message, one to the people of Kol Huro and his allies: The Mindeater had risen, and the rules of reality that bestowed limits upon those born of flesh had no meaning to him. He was beyond this galaxy, and nothing would stop him, no man, no ship and no army.

The Eldritch emerged from the shadows, the cursed, partly pyramid shaped vessel appearing in the sky above the city shrouded in the storm Abyss and his servants had summoned. What had been a slight breeze was now a wind of chaos, strong enough to ascend those caught in it. The dark clouds were now a major sight for those looking up to the sky above them, thunder and lightning blasting through the edges of the city as they moved slowly towards the center.

While the Bane of the Black Sea continued its descend, the Warlocks once more got into position, this time calling upon the runes engraved into the floor below them. The room was still vibrant with arcane power, and it fueled every word formed by the eldritch entity. As before the husk began to speak, with his arcane acolytes following in to give strength and form to the spell. Words of power, spoken in the ancient language of the sith, to summon the full potential of his voice.

"Girdeti tave redis ir ziur anas j'us buti niekas." ("Hear the words and see that you are nothing.")

The incantation began to repeat, over and over again until it once more became a stream of incomprehensible noise, a cacophony of epic proportions that ended in a crescendo that elevated the already mind shattering, inhuman and disembodied voice of the Mindeater into an immensely loud threat which reached from the Eldritch down into the heads of those below, bringing dread, unease and fear as every syllable was stressed and twisted to pronounce the otherness of the being that spoke to them.

"Little Insects crawling over Kol Huro, submit to the eternal rule of the sith or be erased."

The echo of his words still lingered in the air as Abyss reached the airlock of his ship which was now menacingly hoovering above the city, wearing the clouds of the storm like a cloak of dark smoke. No army descend from the ship, and no weapons were fired. Instead only a single figure emerged from the cursed vessel, the husk himself slowly levitating towards the ground which was still several hundred meters away. It was not about efficency, but about the power the act alone would have on the minds of everyone witnessing it. Soldiers could be killed, ships could be destroyed and empires could be broken, but how did you fight against something that had the power to reach into your head, that submitted nature to his will and was unbound even by gravity? That was the question he wanted to raise in the minds of the people of Kol Huro, until they would surrender without even a moment of resistance or even hesitation.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[2/20]
Objective: Acquire fine art.
Location: Phasma-Class Infiltrator descending on Ord Trasi.

Detaching and descending upon the factory planet. Darth Ophidia plucked a newly drawn cup of tea from its tray and put it to her lips. She exhaled, dispersing the vapour into the cockpit and cooling the surface of the fragrant liquid in preparation of the first sip. Her eyes closed for a moment as she drew in the succulent, sweet flavour of the milky draft. Out of all the fine things she had sampled, this tea was the greatest, and her stores were dwindling.

Yet, this was not a mission of tea. No, this was a mission of acquisition. There was a collector on Ord Trasi; a man of industry with a gathering of rare works of art that had not seen the light of stars in decades. This man, Mr. Moro Norose, was also a staunch supporter of the Jedi faith. He had even, willingly, given his firstborn to be trained. Such a man would be nothing but an inconvenience to the new regime. But if his house was sacked, where would the art go? It would be man-handled by crude fingers and liquidated by those who did not appreciate it. Well better then to let Ophidia have first pick.

Boy, did she have some thoughts about what to pick.

‘Crimson Over Coruscant’, a painting by the late Cir-Cal Lorr who succumbed during a fit of madness during the Netherworld crisis, had since become classic work with vastly disproportionate worth and elements of it were frequently used in the iconography of the debate over the legitimacy of forcer-rule. The moment Ophidia looked at this image, she knew she needed it.

Now, it was so close at hand.

Lost in thought, she had barely registered that her ship had landed. She put the now empty cup down and strode off the ship, hands clasped at her back.

“Stay guard. No disturbances.”

Darling chattered in response and the Pale Assassin strode past as armies descended upon the planet. Sirens called, war was coming. What better time for a robbery?

 

[Lark]

Lark slowly paced himself beside [member="Krest"] as they walked, slowly wandering through urban streets and narrow alleyways. The occasional tap of his master's cane interrupted the constant murmur of the civilians of the city, a near unintelligible gurgling of meaningless greetings and false compliments. The crane was necessary only for disguise, despite his increasing age Krest was still as nimble as the most skilled acrobats. His hood was raised in order to obscure himself, such was the main purpose of the cloth. Lark's face was similarly shrouded behind dark velvet, his long scarlet hair might lead the untrained observer to believe that Lark was the old man's granddaughter.

Despite their veiled appearance, they were far from the shadiest people around. They entered a square where this black market dealer, Grellon, summoned them to. It had been some time since he attended one of these ill-natured gatherings, it brought back memories of a childhood riddled with crime. After he left his homeworld of Myrkr he had spent a few years partaking in the occasional felony, such areas were not foreign to him. Quite the opposite, in fact. Populated areas such as this was where he thrived most.

He appreciated his master's advice to sense the area around them, but the truth was he had been doing that since they entered the city. It always paid to know if one was being followed, or if planted sets of eyes trailed them at every turn. Black market dealers could be a notoriously paranoid bunch, and those pathetic Force Hunters continued to be a bigger thorn than they deserved. The Sith could always assume they were walking into a trap, but if they knew they were walking into one that gave them an even larger advantage.

From his dealings with men like Grellon, he highly doubted the man would come out to meet them himself. He'd send someone else, some inconspicuous individual to lead them towards the actual meeting place. Almost every body in the square could qualify as this. There were the tattooed men at the bar who gave the Sith suspicious glares as they passed, they fit the typical 'muscle' role well enough. There was the thin man wearing a well tailored suit nervously checking his watch, feet tapping faster than Krest's cane. Waiting for them, or late for some other meeting? Near him was a lady of the night, curiously looking over the strange duo. A mole for Grellon, or simply someone looking for their next buyer? And then there was the common man, tinkering with some droid in his workshop, looking at those around him with sweaty, narrow eyes. Any one of these could be Grellon's, or all of them could be Force Hunter's. Urban cities truly were a place of chaos, which is why Lark loved them so.

But there was one figure, shorter than all the others, studying them from the side of the tinkerer's place of work. Children were the perfect choice if one needed ears or eyes, Lark knew this firsthand. Lark saw the boy from the corner of his eye, but gave no indication that he had seen him. Lark could sense that he was the one he was looking for, the one that would report to Grellon. Almost inaudibly, Lark whispered to Krest. "By the shop with the blue neon sign. Do you see him?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Droid freighter ship
Objective: Battle Group Dagger
Allies: The Sith Empire
Unknown: [member="Teresa Shan"]
Post count: 4/27

She saw another ship descending, it looked like it was on auto pilot. She did not recognize it though, Feth she muttered under her breath. As her forces took control of space ship yards, as [member="Darth Carnifex"] gave the order for battle group spear to attack. Her job was to make sure the yard stayed mostly intact, so it could serve the empire. She marched to office, as it would have cctv, as well as other command and control facilities available. She looked at the ship as it came down, she would have to deal with it. Problem was she had no heavy weapons to shoot it down. She went on to her intercom, and gave her droid commander an order. Send a squad of droids, to the ship that is coming down, and bring the crew to me, if they resist shoot them! It replied in a mechanical voice, Roger Roger. The pilot would be confronted with twelve battle droids, as others patrolled the shipyard, some tanks also began taking potions.

She marched into the office, everyone just raised their hands, this was fight they could not win. She looked at the security guard, who immediately laid his Blaster on the floor. She looked at them and began to explain what was going on, You are know all subjects of the sith empire, and you will act accordingly. This facilitate has been designated to making the empires ships, and you shall be honored with that task. As long as none off you interfere with our conquest of this world, then you are safe. She looked at the guard quite sternly, I need access to cctv, and tell all employees to assemble in the warehouses. He nodded and got on with it, he knew he had to cooperate, as not to would mean risking the wrath of a sith.

She then sat down down in the office, and watched what was going on. Especially with that freighter coming down.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I​

Objective: Observe​

Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"]​

(2/27)​

Clouded and hidden,​

What lurks when heavens enshroud?​

Was it sun or moon?​

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No more so than yours, Lord Fa.​

The figured dropped from two stories above, a swirl of blues and greys. She landed lightly despite the height of the drop, body and joints like water to absorb the impact, fingertips brushing the ground for a moment before standing up and turning to face him. She did not let go of her cloak within the Force, nor did she remove the mask right away. The voice that greeted him was low, guttural, the vocoder fritzing randomly in the middle of words.

She had not intended to reveal herself at all, let alone to one of only two Sith that knew her face as something other than a genocidal mad-woman. The consequences of Omega had rippled through the galaxy, and while the face of the woman, Darth Molior, was not well known, there were certainly those who would take.... offense.... at the fact that she was far less dead than they had assumed. That this was not the insane, undead Sith that had created the Omega to silence the galaxy, but her clone, well, she didn't suspect that the differentiation would stay their hands.

Afraid? Not particularly.

But it was simpler this way.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
[3/27]

Tai murmured in appreciation for the haiku well-spoken, before pushing himself off the floor and landing neatly on one of the rails. It allowed him to be face-to-face with Kith, instead of having to look up the whole time. It wasn't something that truly bothered the Thirriken, in his eyes he was the normal-sized one and all of them were too large for comfort, but he wasn't a great fan of being forced to look up all the time.

It truly strained the neck.

"The silence, I recognized it as I brushed past it." Lord Fa doubted that anyone else would have had the same ease of recognition, unless they had worked, fought and bled alongside each other as they had in the past. "I do not think that others would have the same ability."

The voice did not bother Tai in the slightest.

In fact, it amused him to a degree, because he knew what was behind the mask. Knew the chilled voice that spoke and was transformed by the digital construct.

"Are you on a mission for Lord Ignus then?" Only after a brief ping to ensure nobody else was listening did Tai spoke the next few words. It wouldn't do to tip the scale, if someone was spying on them. Perhaps the other Sith Lord had some kind of design, some device of strategy on this world.

"I have not seen him in many moons."

A gentle observation if there ever was one.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Post: [03/20]
Location: Ord Trasi, Shipyards
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

They exited the laboratory and into another hallway, albeit this one was much wider. Doors lined one side and a wide viewport dominated the other. You know, so their view of the impending murder fleet could continue uninterrupted. It wasn't enough that Doctor Bokevni had gotten cold feet and fled, he had to do so in the middle of a military operation. The literal worst time to do anything. To make matters worse, there were dozens of places Doctor Bokevni could have gone... And that was just if he had stayed in this section of the shipyards. If he had gone farther, a search could take hours. Maybe even longer if they had to deal with sorting through all the engineers, deckhands, maintenance crew, and other general civilians who were currently fleeing for their lives.

As this realization sank in, Derrenger's anger grew tenfold. He stood dead still in the hallway with the rest of his associates waiting behind him, nostrils flaring, trying to come up with a plan. Grigori was not big on cues like that. Especially when they were standing in a noisy hallway doing nothing. "So... What... Is the planning?"

"You," Derrenger's head snapped around to speak to Grigori. He pointed at one of the Enforcers. "You take him and search the next section over. I'll search this one with the other guy."

"Oh, my name's Larry," said the Enforcer Derrenger had pointed at last.

Derrenger only glared at him before continuing to the third Enforcer. This one was shorter than the rest of them. There was something familiar about him, but Derrenger couldn't place it. "You go up to the security station. Make sure he doesn't try to get on a shuttle out of here."

Doctor Bokevni had struck him as particularly spineless when they first became acquainted. It was more than likely he was so scared that he was curled up under someone else's workstation or hiding in a bathroom stall. If he had actually mustered the courage to make a run for an evacuation shuttle, though, the short Enforcer would see him before he got too far. That was the plan, anyway. Derrenger's luck always seemed to dip below optimal levels whenever Grigori was close by.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Kol Huro V.
Objective: Remove the head of the government.
Post: 2.


The echo of the Dark Lord's order for Battlegroup Spear to engage the forces of the Kol Huro System following in his wake, Lykos exited the ship that had carried him down, unnoticed, to the fifth planet of the system. To the best of his knowledge, the majority of the gathered forces had turned their attention to Kol Huro I, leaving him the lone operative on Kol Huro V. Of course, such a fact didn't inspire any feelings of dismay within the Assasins. Quite the opposite, in fact. The knowledge that he was operating alone meant that he could only feel the warmth of satisfaction coiling within his chest. After all, this way there was no risk that someone, too drunk with bloodlust or too impatient, could ruin his plans and force him to have to improvise. Indeed, it was a relief; an advantage and not a draw back.

Inhaling sharply, a twisted scowl of disgust spread across his lips. The scent of ash and machine bit at his nose, searing away any chance that he may have been able to track down any individual scents with ease. In fact, as he scented the air again, disgust welled even stronger within him. It seemed that even if the air had been clean and pure, it would have done him little good. The scent of crushing life was strong, a mess of sweat and nerves and worry and excitement and a variety of differing smells all overlapping one another and preventing an individual scent to be discernible. Lykos felt it safe to say that the only planet that had ever caused such a feeling of disgust within him from just its scent alone was Coruscant.

Putting aside his thoughts on the scent of Kol Huro V, Lykos strode towards the building that loomed above him - bared feet impacting against the cold metal beneath him. Here was the center of corruption on the planet, and also his current target, the Governmental Administration Building. Contained within were offices of those that wielded the most power on the planet, those who would soon find themselves bereft of life and lost to the mortal coil. They were the ones that needed to be removed to leave the regime with no guidance, no leading voice or command, leaving to flounder and, soon enough, fall under the authority of the Sith Empire with little fuss. Besides, allowing the corrupt to remain in a position of high power after a seizure of the planet m`may have ended up wounding the Empire, so it was best to remove them. Greed and corruption were tools that could be manipulated to ensure cooperation, yes, but if those that had enjoyed unlimited control found themselves without it, they were more likely to try and seize more than what was offered to line their own pockets.

And, in the end, wasn't it better to remove an enemy without ever having to fight them. 'For one to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue an enemy without fighting is the acme of skill.' A passage that he was sure he had read somewhere in the past and one that could, in some manner at least, be applied to his current plan.

Focusing his mind again, cursing at himself for allowing it to drift off in thought and memory as he was prone to do, Lykos, without care, strode past the security at the base of the building and straight into an elevator that had been closing. Wrapped around his like a cloak was the Force, draped over his shoulders like a mantel, and, through that, he was occluded from sight and sound as illusions ensured that no one pay attention to an abnormalities that having an invisible person walk might generate. Sound and sight taken care of through manipulations of the Force, his thermal signature was being taken care off through more simple means - technology. To be more precise, the Specter Gloss available to all Sith Assassins that currently lined the clothes he wore.

Sighing softly, knowing that none of the others in the lift with him would hear it, Lykos fought to ignore the annoying song playing within the confined space. Infiltration was much more fun in holovids - even when one chose to rely on the Force for said infiltration.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Location: Ord Trasi shipyards
Objective: N/A
Allies: N/A
Close to: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Post: II

She'd walk across to the door and pressed the panel at the side. It would open with a hiss. The girl waited for the doors to fully open before taking a step inside. There was a faint sound of clanking that seemed to get louder the more she walked. It was a clear sign that it was droids and a fair amount of them too. The gloves would make a noise as her grip became firm around the saber, her thumb would press against the ignition ready to light the glorious violet blade.

The door up ahead opened revealing the droids. With a fast reaction she pushed them back with the force befor a shot could be let off. The girl began to charge them as her saber flashed to life. "DAMN DROIDS!" She shouted as each step tapped against the clean white floor. With a quick swing the blade carved through the heads of two droids then through the chest of a third. She didn't stop running and made a quick turn right hoping to lose them as they gained their bearings.

 

[NightSister]

Location: Graf's Caf, Kol Huro
Objective: Eclipse the Light. With fashion.
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Post 2/27

Mrs Li Kovani was by no accounts a nice person, and she was fine with that. Those she had left in the dust in order to rise called her things behind her back that any holofeed would surely censor - more than a few times she'd heard them said to her face - and she was fine with that too. Nice didn't put money in the bank. Nice didn't put food on the table.

Though she certainly did a fine job of maintaining the shiny facade of benevolence when she had to, few could ever say she truly fit the bill.

Luckily, she was in good company.

Aria had been about to speak, but Li interjected. "I've heard word," she assured the blonde, letting the absence of further reaction speak for itself. "Oh - yes, please do."

"Any preference?"

"Surprise me."

With a nod, Aria dashed off, waving cheerfully at the redhead passing through the doorway moments behind her. Li surveyed the newcomer intently as she sat down and introduced herself Kaalia, and she extended her hand gladly, offering a firm handshake paired with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Voldaren."
For all her faults, Li Kovani would never let it be said that she wasn't good at introductions.

The Echani returned not long after with caf in tow, setting piping hot drinks down on the table before the group. She sat back down next to Imperia and Kaalia, one leg crossed neatly over the other, and briefly tried her own. Not bad, the Sith concluded, though she'd had better.

"Alright then," Aria began, gaze trained on the woman and face carefully composed to avoid revealing the discomfort of eye contact, "so as you know, we're interested in launching a company to sell women's clothing." Li nodded, so she continued. "And we heard good things about your business and wanted to know if you'd have interest in supplying materials."

As it so happened, Li had plenty of interest in supplying materials for a fashion company. It was reliable income, it hinted at expansion. And given their ties she could see many benefits to a partnership with the trio in front of her, if it worked out.

The thing was that she wasn't fond of if.

"I'm certainly curious," she remarked casually. "Tell me more about your plans for the business."

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I​

Objective: Observe​

Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"]​

(3/27)​

Reaching out to check the surrounding area with the Force was difficult at best, when wrapped so tightly and so small. As a cloaked ship could not risk anything more than a passive scan without giving itself away, it was much the same with the Art of Small. There were no sensations of others using the Force in the area, but that did not mean they were not *there*. But Tai Fa's willingness to speak freely meant that she could do the same. There were few enough people who had earned her trust since she had been decanted, but he had managed.

Her creator however, had not.

She pushed the mask back, pale face and pale eyes greeting him. Without the mask her voice was as it knew it, even and cool, in sharp contrast to the words that came from her next.

"I neither know nor care," came the reply. "I left, nearly a year ago."

It had been not long after their mission together. She did not elaborate on the 'why'. The fact that she had? That was enough. Kith was a creature of few words, preferring to keep communications to what was strictly necessary. And explaining to him, why she had left?

Was neither useful nor particularly desirable. If the galaxy suffered slow and inexorable heat death before she spoke of it, it would be that much the better.

"I do not answer to him."

And she never would again.

Where Tai Fa had gained her trust by his actions, her creator had shattered it with his. She had known at the time that it was unforgivable, what he had done, but the greater the time stretched since then had allowed her to learn that it had also been utterly unconscionable.

"You are here with the new Sith Empire."

It wasn't a question.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
[4/27]

Tai tilted his head ever so slightly in mild interest, but he noted the lack of follow-through and decided that it was irrelevant. Irrelevant right now and irrelevant in the future.

She would fill him in if she ever deemed it necessary.

"Correct." Lord Fa acknowledged with a nod. "There are rebel elements here, attempting to depose this world's government."

That by itself was not relevant to the Sith, but Kith knew better than most that Lord Fa did not get involved - not personally, not through intermediaries - unless it was something that he deemed to be of immense importance. "If you are not otherwise occupied, I could use your assistance in this matter."

They could catch up later.

Tell tales, sit in silence with some nice tea, but right now the Thirriken had a mission to fulfill.

"An Empire with ambition, forward thinking, one which values stability and the order of law. This is why I support it." Perhaps she wasn't going to ask, perhaps she didn't need it, but Tai elaborated his position regardless of questions asked.

It seemed the right thing to do.