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

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Droid freighter ship
Objective: Battle Group Dagger
Allies: The Sith Empire
Unknown: [member="Teresa Shan"]
Post count: 5/27

She saw the freighter land and the doors open, her droids about ask who it was. Then a Jedi of some sort charged out, and took down her droids. She was not in the mood for this, not a force wielder messing up her task. She was dressed in combat gear, and her personal lightsaber with her. She ran down the stairs, she was going to face down this threat, no matter what it was. She soon got to the door, she lite up her blade, and charged for who it was. As she did she heard a report the local militia was coming, it was expected, but this jedi was not.

Soon she found her, she sensed the dark side in her.

She pointed her saberstaff at her, and then demanded to know Who are you, and why you here? Then in an equally demanding voice, Surrender or DIE! She was ready to kill her, as she was a threat to her duty, and she did her duty first.

 

[Hansen]

Veryna Zasno,
Derriphan Two, Kol'Huro System, Kol'Huro One
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post No: 1

Fear and anxiety grip the seated trooper; youth concealed beneath the opaque black visor that she shares with atleast eight other Troopers onboard the Derriphan. The great dropship rattles gently and Veryna turns her bright spheres in the direction of her brother Ryko who sits beside and utters something in his direction with a hint of outward shame in her voice. "Ryko. Are you worried?" Veryna's elbow nudges at his elbow and grabs Ryko's attention who splutters for a moment, obviously he'd been thinking about something else during their turbulent descent through atmosphere.

Ryko rolls his shoulders looking over his twin sister with a re-assuring smile concealed behind the polarized partition of his visor. "Nah! Not at all, this is going to be an easy job. Just you watch! We swoop in on the Warlord's private residence, blast everyone and send him back upto the Retribution. Emperor's mercy! Tell me you remembered to bring charge packs before turning upto the hanger." Ryko's lips break into a smug, toothy grin at his sister and though his twin sister could not see it she could certainly feel it. Ryko's claim he wasn't worried was a well-concealed lie to ease Veryna, eight Troopers against a personal security detail, this might not go well but the two twins had pulled through worse where others failed.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I​

Objective: Observe​

Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"]​

(4/27)​

She regarded him for a moment, those grey-blue eyes revealing nothing. Tai Fa existed in greys and whites to the woman, the brilliant flashes of red lost on her utterly. She didn't even know that they were there to be missed.

Then she nodded, once, and tipped the mask back over her face.

Kith hadn't intended to get involved. She had merely wanted to see, to observe directly the rumors that were springing up about this new.... government? Organization? She didn't really know, and that was the trouble. He called it an empire, and that was indeed the word that she had first heard rippling out. She had only truly met two other Sith (the fact that she was one had never been a doubt, deep coded into the very psyche of the clone in her crèche). And two people could not be more different than they. If Tai Fa could support it, than it was not something to be immediately written off. But when the sum of ones experiences with other Sith were he and the other, well.

It left uncertainty as to if Kith could trust this new conglomerate creature.

Direct and to the point, as she fell into step with him. She had already agreed to give him aid with that single nod, and little more was necessary. But she did need to know just what he was doing. Knowing the situation writ large was not enough here, not if she could truly be of help to him.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
[5/27]

It was far from a perfect Empire.

The Dark Lord ruling it currently was suspect at best. Oh, there were no moral grounds from which Tai would judge Carnifex - the Thirriken was a Sith Lord after all - he cared little for the lives lost, tortured, massacred. Not in the zero sum sense anyway. It weren't the methods either, brutality had its place at time. No, at the end of the day it was quite simple: all of it needed a goal, purpose, clear directive that led to prosperity.

Most of the genocides perpetuated by the Zambrano family had been anything but. Needless slaughter that stripped planets off any sort of economical value, their populations decimated instead of being put to work in one way or another, not even a single stream of tax revenue being extracted.

It was a waste.

But Carnifex is what they had and the Lord Inquisitor would ride it out as best as he could. Minimize the damage where possible, guide it away when capable.

"My agents tracked a meeting of ring leaders two blocks from here." Tai informed her patiently, while they walked. One alleyway turned back into the streets until it was shaped back into another alleyway. Turns were made, corners were cut and eventually they stood nearby the suspected safe-house.

Unassuming, an apartment squeezed shut between other apartments, but already keen Thirriken eyes saw the details some might miss.

Scouts, they were looking out for problems.

Two were standing on the balcony. Another on the roof nearby, sitting and seemingly drinking to dissuade anyone from thinking he was someone important. Both Kith and Tai disappeared from view in one of the alleyways overlooking the apartment-complex; only four floors and the last one being their target.

"See the occupied balcony? That's the apartment housing our meeting." He frowned, before nodding to himself. "We split, take out their eyes first, we keep these ring-leaders alive so they can bring us to the underground's true voice."

Tai had no illusions there was more to this rebellion than half a dozen bodies shouting in the hurricane.

Too well-organized to have it any other way.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

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

Her run became a brisk walk as each breath was heavier than the last. She'd place her hand against the wall and lent over trying to steady her own breathing. Each lung ached from the run. When she did the odd assassin job the girl would warm up making sure that she was prepared for a quick exit. This time there was no opportunity to do such thing. "Gotta keep moving. No time to stop here." She said to her self as she pushed on.

There was a feeling of her heart pounding against her chest, it gradually slowed from the controlled breathing. Still Teresa kept going, she needed to find some one who was in charge. Her ship needed fixing soon as possible. Although there was an absurd feeling that she had felt many times that was similar but never understood what it was.

The sound of a saber ignition caught her attention. It came from a stair well where the woman appeared. The woman also wielded a purple blade. Some kind of coincidence? Probably not. Still Teresa didn't enjoy the tone of voice and demanding questions and invalid statement. "First." She ignightef her own saber getting into a stance. "I will do NO such thing. Submitting is for lowlifes and the weak, and honestly I don't know you so you better give me a good reason to tell you my business or name. To be fair though something give me the idea that you have control here and well that fact alone is why your currently useful." She said in a some what bitter and tone of voice.

 

[Hansen]

Veryna Zasno,
Derriphan Two, Kol'Huro System, Kol'Huro One
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post No: 2

Veryna gives an emphatic nod towards Ryko. "I'm fairly sure, just lemme' check." Veryna leans as far forward as possible pulling up the SAR-41 Blaster Rifle onto a perch supported by her knees and for a moment stares at the weapon forgetting the appropriate weapon drills for a moment. Ryko looks over the weapon and immediately spots two problems with the weapon and releases a sharp albeit quiet sigh followed by an even wider grin; Veryna's SAR-41 not only has no charge pack inserted into it, the safety is also off. Ryko inwardly wonders who Veryna was more dangerous for, themselves or the enemy?

Ryko quickly tires of watching Veryna struggle with the weapon and points to the blaster closely, drawing attention to the problems in question. "Blast it Veryna, if it wasn't for the fact you have no charge pack, you could have killed someone. Do you -WANT- to peel potatoes again?" Harshly scolds his sister who shoots him a long look with eyes as bright as a pair of stars, completely stunned. Ryko mutters something, ripping a standard charge pack out from his webbing and offering it up. Veryna reaches forward to take it only for Ryko to pull it back slightly. "Hold it! What do you have to do first before loading your weapon? Think it over, carefully."

Veryna holds an index finger over the 'mouth' region of her black visor for a moment in thought before taking both hands off of the rifle and carefully moving the fire selector into the safety position. "I-I'm sorry....." Veryna's sapphire spheres lower for a moment before Ryko sighs and offers her the charge pack reluctantly. Sulking quietly Veryna takes it in her left-hand gently and slides it upto into the blaster which makes an audible hiss, Ryko breathes a sigh of relief.

Ryko shakes his head disapprovingly. "Where have I heard that before?" He chastises her further and scoffs. "Look, when we touch down just be quiet and stay behind me." Though it had the effect of a cruel assessment of Veryna's performance, the truth is Ryko only wants to protect his twin sister from harm that might arise from her reluctance, hesitation or situational awareness, rather lack thereof.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The pieces were all falling into place. Alkor felt the beginnings of turmoil radiate from the world beneath him as countless children of the darkness took up their positions and sank their teeth into the unwitting people of Kol Huro. Occupied as they were with notions of a superior force above their atmosphere, they were blind to the powers that coalesced right in their midst.

When the bloodbath broke out, it shifted and perverted the flow of energies back to him, and he felt a shiver down his spine. Alkor tilted his head backward and accepted the utter excitement born of his lust for battle. The others would taste it first, and drink deep from the chalice of slaughter. They would anoint themselves in the name of the darkness and rise to new heights on the broken backs of their victims.

And as they rose, Alkor would step over all of them and cut the throat of the light that dared to mock them.

"It has begun," Alkor said at last, to no one in particular. They could feel it, just as he did. The difference fell in their task. The Dark Lord need only to watch. It was Alkor's duty to break this world. And he was ready.

Frigates pressed forward to besiege the planetary defense line, and large explosions lit up their view. The larger capital ships ground their way through the charnel of smaller ships, and the Sith dominated airspace like an iron hand, slowly tightening its grip.

Without words, he turned and began walking toward the dropship. He held up a hand toward the communications officer, who nodded and sent the transmission out across all Sith channels.

"Prepare for Shock Troop Drop."

[member="Tirdarius"]

2/27​

 

[Hansen]

Veryna Zasno,
Derriphan Two, Kol'Huro System, Kol'Huro One
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post No: 3

Without warning a missile slams into Derriphan Two and sends the box-like dropship into a wild spin as it's right wing shears straight off the air-frame. The cargo compartment flashes red and a Trooper is launched forward from his seat opposite Veryna and slams into the bulkhead just shy of her. Veryna's eyes dart around the cargo bay's interior, a number of crates break free of their rails and roll down towards the closed deployment ramp. Veryna's rifle is pulled from grip and her hands clasp around the durasteel harness bars holding her coldly from certain death, eyes purse shut tightly and the heavy transport slams against stones with a defeaning crash and screeching of steel, Veryna's helmeted head slams hard against the shuttle's cold metal frame and falls into a blissful sleep, as her comrades are pulled wailing from the Derriphan as she ploughs through the trees.

 

[Sal Katarn]

A lone figure in a scarred t-visor helmet and a tattered black poncho stood at the agreed meeting point. Underneath the helmet, Sal's eyes drooped ever so slightly, head swimming in an alcohol haze. The peacock had said to wait here in case they needed him, so here he waited. Not every day a peacock hires you to hurry up and wait.

"Hey, spare a cred?"

Katarn's eyes slid slowly to regard a beggar in decrepit clothes. His eyes were bloodshot and his nose red and angry from the use of spice. But for a few strokes of fortune, Sal could have been in his place.

"Lit a shuck."

"Just a few creds man, that's all I'm asking for."

The helmet's face had no expression, but Sal's hand went and rested all casual-like on the butt of his pistol. Sent a clear message and the beggar scooted off. Katarn's lips twitched.

Ka, did you-

No. Ka was dead.

Sal's face went as blank as his helmet, broken only with a twitch of aimless anger.

I need something to shoot.

[member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Kith Verloren"]

 

[Raejar]

Location: Blade of Fate, Hangar
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post: 1/27

Sitting on the top of a cargo box in the Blade of Fate’s hangar Raejar let himself remain at rest while everyone else ran to and fro preparing for battle. The sounds of booted feet against the metal floors reverberated off the hanger deck distracting Raejar. The command had been given and in an instant both Sith and trooper acted in tandem, they rushed to their dropships ready to assault the planet below. All it had taken was a single command from the Dark Lord of the Sith and they had all obeyed. This was conformity at its finest, they were led by a figure they believed in. What were the reasons of those for fighting? The Sith to most likely gain the approval of their peers and higherups. The troopers, some honor bound to serve, others possibly looking to bring a change in the galaxy. The true question was where did the Xendori Guard stand in all this? They weren’t ones to follow some religion, let themselves be cowed or act on command. They were the type to question, they were in essence wildcards yet they had allied themselves with the Sith.

Many thought being a Dark Jedi meant just being a force user that just hadn’t accepted they were a Sith. That was completely untrue in Raejar’s eyes. He saw the dark jedi as more, he could only hope that his master saw it the same way. Alkor was more than willing to act as a weapon, a tool to bring about destruction, but that was his ways. Sitting up Raejar heard the com in his ear go off. It was his turn to enter the battle. Slowing his breathing Raejar let down the wall that he’d instinctively put up to shut out the dark, malevolent emotions. Those fiery emotions that the Sith fed on, the lust for battle, the rage they let consume them. Raejar could feel it and as he did so he let the baleful energy fill his form, charging him.

Leaping off the cargo container to land next to the doorway as it opened, Raejar immediately joined alongside his master. Looking up to Alkor the young man’s eyes took note of the other man. Those blue eyes that seemed to be a million miles away, the aura that poured off the man was one Raejar had only seen a handful of times in his training. His master was out for blood, he wanted to wreak havoc. Perhaps if Raejar was a Sith he would’ve bowed to Alkor, maybe tried to kiss up to the master, instead he simply smiled as he walked next to him. “You’re looking particularly bloodthirsty today. Special occasion?”

[member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Hansen]

Veryna Zasno,
Kol'Huro System, Kol'Huro One, Dense Forest
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post No: 4

Veryna slides steadily across the grass and rocks of the forest floor and releases a pained groan while her eyes steadily flap open beneath the now cracked black visor. Inclining chin against breastplate Veryna's gaze catches a long look at the smoldering wreck of Derriphan two with flames oozing over the fuselage, parts of her own white plate had become black as charcoal from smoke and the touch of fire. Hearing the voice of a comrade over shoulder Veryna realises what has happened; she'd been saved from a most untimely and hellish death at the hands of her Brother no-doubt and another Trooper. "Are we there, yet?" Veryna coughs harshly with a sharp pain pressing down upon her ribs, soliciting a somewhat irritated reply from the loving Brother who time and time again slowed down to accommodate his twin.

Ryko sighs dragging his sister with very little effort, compared to himself Veryna is as light as a feather and would normally somewhat resemble one if not for her armour's new charcoal and burnt colour scheme. "If I had a credit for everytime I pulled your tail out of danger I'd be the wealthiest man in the Empire." Ryko and Orlan the other Trooper cease dragging Veryna and rest her up against the trunk of the tree, Orlan shoulders his rifle while Ryko presses a knee into the Earth and examines his sister, producing a Syringe filled with bacta before giving his obviously frightened sister a warning. "Look away Veryna." With a whimper she turns her gaze in the opposite direction while Ryko presses the needle into her upper leg, a cool sensation pushes through it for a moment followed by a numb sensation. "Veryna, Is there something in the universe that doesn't frighten you?" He jests at Veryna's expense with a weary smirk, sparing a glance back over to the Derriphan for a moment.

"I just really don't like needles." Veryna weakly protests as the pain in the ribs begins to subside. Watching the Derriphan burn she turns eyes over to Orlan and Ryko.

Ryko looks from Veryna to Orlan who provides an approving nod, knowing what each other was thinking. "We'll continue on with our objective, we only had eight to start with, we can make this work with three. But you'll need to walk." Pausing, Ryko looks from Veryna to Orlan and points at a crate that had been broken open. "Orlan! Go and get Veryna another rifle and make sure it has a charge pack in it." Ryko offers one hand to Veryna who takes his arm in both hands and weakly rises to her feet, examining Ryko's opaque black visor and finds a sense of comfort in it.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I​

Objective: Observe​

Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Sal Katarn"]​

(5/27)​

Other than the barest quarter of a degree turn, the masked face didn't move. But beneath it, grey-blue eyes tracked and catalogued, following his indications but also filling in details herself.

The ring leaders alive clearly, he needed them. While it would be easier to simply kill these three quietly, if he required them alive for some reason? This she could accommodate. But only if he required it.

The last time they had worked together, she had still be unsure in her abilities, her power. He had never treated her as though that were the case, but even then she had recognized the gulf yawning between them. Now it was different, but oddly, it didn't matter particularly much. She had worked, had fought, for her own sake, not because she wished to be recognized by others.

The cloaked figure paused for a moment, head turning slightly and then:

She indicated with a nod across the street. The likewise helmeted figure with his gun, the shuffling off of the beggar backing away.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]
[6/27]

"Dead, please." The Thirriken answered after a moment of consideration. No, there was nothing to be gained about salvaging these hooligans. They didn't have any worthwhile information and it only added an additional level of security they would need to keep track of. Quick execution, followed by breaching their apartment and taking them out fast as possible. That was the game here. It was messy and Tai didn't like it, usually he would have had about half a dozen Inquisitors spread throughout the area, making sure every part of the plan would go as planned.

But this had been short-notice.

The Inquisitors were needed elsewhere and that meant they were alone in this.

Keen eyes studied the roof, before giving a short nod.

It would be a challenge. He would need to get higher up in the air by the looks of it, if he wanted to glide all the way through and in the meantime the guard on the roof couldn't spot him on the way in. If the goon spotted him, there was a chance he would have enough time to warn his co-conspirators. Sure, they had Sal here, but it would still make this far more complicated than he liked.

"Extra gun to ensure nobody gets away." Tai clarified after studying the figure and the bum crawling away from him. It always paid to be prepared, the Thirriken did not think anyone would be able to flee.

But he wasn't going to take the chance either.

"Let's go."

The Sith Lord pushed himself off the railing and his form blurred as he tapped the Force lightly. Speed made him fade as he tipped from one roof to the other, a wall here, a wall-mounted fan there, all the way climbing up and up. He was helped by his wings and his claws, giving him extra purchase and providing him with some resistance to the air when needed.

It was a relatively short climb, but Tai was still worried they might notice.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"Do you feel it?"

The question, seemingly innocent, harkened bitter memories of countless hours spent in agony. [member="Raejar"] first met Alkor as a boy, weak-willed and weak-minded, but brimming with potential. His senses were overloaded and broken down time and again, forced to the brink of torment by Alkor's brutal methods. He knew that Raejar could feel it, because he had made him able.

But he asked, because the youth knew better than to ask pointless questions.

"The darkness has done something it has never done before, not since ancient times. We stand at the horizon of a night that will never end, and you ask me if this is a special occasion?" The Dark Jedi shot his student a baleful glance. "There is no other place in the galaxy that accepts what we are. Who we are."

He opened the cockpit of his interceptor, priming the pre-flight procedure as he continued to speak. "We have to make a world for ourselves," he explained. "One that favors us, and appreciates strength. The light intends to stifle nature with its foolish notions of equality-"

He turned from the ship and glanced Raejar in the eyes, mere inches from the boy's face. "I say piss on that. There is nothing dirty about ambition. Go for the throat."

Alkor gestured for the interceptor adjacent to his. "Fly with me, and stand at my side as we dominate Kol Huro in the name of darkness," the Jen'jidai told his student as the engine roared and the cycle came to life. "Slaughter our enemies and pave a road thick with their blood."

He took a step closer. "Or are you afraid to take another life?"

3/27​

 

[Raejar]

Location: Blade of Fate, Hangar
Objective: Battlegroup Spear

Post: 2/27

The question was not lost on Raejar, he knew it was a test. At least that’s how Raejar saw it, Alkor ensuring the young Mahanaim hadn’t withdrawn into himself like he had when they first met. To know that Raejar accepted his gifts and no longer feared them or let himself be overwhelmed by them. Raejar wanted to answer back with snark but now was not the time. It seemed that his master was far more tense, or possibly freer than Raejar had ever seen him before. Raejar was so different from his master yet they were still the same.

The words of Alkor rang true, far too true. They couldn’t go to the Mandalorians as they’d try to make them give up their gifts, to pretend they didn’t exist. That was wrong, the force was real, Raejar could feel it, Alkor could feel it, any truly connected to the force could feel it. Ignoring its presence when you were so closely tied to it was implausible if not outright impossible. The jedi certainly wouldn’t accept them, they’d cut Alkor and Raejar down at the first opportune moment. The other political powers in the galaxy would possibly accept them but they would not allow the dark jedi to be who they truly were. The Sith Empire welcomed them, gave them the autonomy to do what they wished within reason, they accepted them for what and who they were. Yet that didn’t mean Raejar saw them as his saviors, as higher than him. They were Sith and one day the moment he and Alkor proved themselves to no longer be worth the effort they would be turned on.

“I never said there was anything dirty about ambition, I never spoke negative of this day or the deeds we will commit.” Raejar explained as he stood face to face with his master not backing down. His gold and orange eyes met his masters blue in a battle showing that Raejar was no longer a boy that would back down from a fight or give himself over. “I fear not taking a life, I will bring a city low, burn a world, leave it a withering husk if it meant protecting the ones I cared about. This is a way I can bring about a galaxy the ones I care about will be safe.”

Walking past Alkor and to the interceptor next to his, Raejar let his hand caress the cool alusteel beneath his fingers. The subtle curves of the interceptor as he opened the cockpit and hopped in. The leather seat was comfortable and somewhat snug for his size but Raejar could make it work. Looking over to his master there was a ghost of a smile on the Mahanaim’s lips. “And despite what you think that includes you, hope you can keep up.” Hands flicking at switches Raejar put the shuttle through the pre-flight sequence and as each system came back as clear he began to strap himself in. He’d wait for Alkor to leave the hangar and would be right beside his master the entire time.

[member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Droid freighter ship
Objective: Battle Group Dagger
Allies: The Sith Empire
Unknown: [member="Teresa Shan"]
Post count: 6/27

She laughed at her, and said I am Darth Banshee, the Lady of Wrath, and I employed in the service of The Sith Emperor. You are now in their domain, so what will it be, submit to the dark lord of the sith, or die fighting them. She ready herself for a fight, and violet bladed lightsaber. She would have to make the first move, as she rather recruit a new wielder of the force to empire than destroy one.

As they spoke, the local forces began a counter attack. This was to be expected, and it was disorganized, and the noise form her droids guns was deafening, it was one of the reason she wanted to be control tower, as she knew what her droids where armed with. She looked at the woman again, and said Make your Choice now, the my enemy is here, fight with me, or against me.

As she spoke the tanks began to move.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

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

Teresa rolled here eyes at the woman's fanatical views, but she didn't care to fight. The girl was already exhausted from running from the black suns convoy after removing a important figure head. After all the best way learn things is throwing yourself into a situation and piloting was well a weakness.

Teresa's eyes met with the womans before her, the look was complimented by a smirk. "I'm pretty sure you don't hold claim to the space here yet." She begun walking towards the woman keeping her eyes fixed on the fanatic. "And asking me to submit to anything is like asking me if I'm weak." Her blade came up in a defensive stance ready to take an attack if it came. "But the thing is I'm not weak, my bloodline has never been weak." In a very slow movement Teresa pointed her blade at the woman in a very relaxed way.

"However I guess mutual needs require us to hold this place. So I conditionally accept." It was obvious Teresa could tell the force signatures of different people apart, or even tell how powerful they we're just by feeling it. So far she had picked up her skills through memory's and tracking objects down. There have been one or two that came naturally but progress was slow.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

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

Post: 3

"As well as they can be, and with all the theatrics, they're even more excited," she said, rolling her eyes as one of the Sith Lords made his pronouncement and descended from the sky. There was a time and place for theatrics of such a scale, but not when some people were actually working on the ground here. Still, the Sith Lord descending through the sky did mean one good thing. One of her people of interest had suddenly deviated and was heading towards another spot that her droid's sensors detcted others were heading for.

There was a small beep from her wristpad, a small lightly flashing arrow appearing,

"Oh look at that, we must be getting home to feed them," she said, giving him the chosen phrase to mean they found something. "Shall we?"

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Kol Huro V.
Objective: Destabilisation of the Local Government.
Post: 3.


Slipping past unsuspecting members of the public while cloaked with the Force had, in the past - his early days as an Assassin to be precise - something that had been a bit of an interesting and wondrous fact. To see all those people just walking past him, never seeing him or even suspecting that there might be someone there? Yes, in the early days it had drawn some lighter emotion from his cold hearts. But, now that he was a Lord that interest had faded into a stoic nothingness, Lykos seeing the effects of the Force Cloak now being nothing but a common sight and one that he preferred over walking around publicly. As such, as he wove his way through the bodies that were rushing to and fro within the corridors of the administrative building he had found himself in, he felt nothing about it, instead, being focused on his targets and what he would do when he saw them - not that they would see him.

The most simple and the easiest option was to just kill them. To slit there throats and watch as crimson stained whatever desk they had happened to find themselves behind when his cold fury had descended upon them. Or, maybe a poison injected into the bloodstream that'd cause a heart failure and leave them dead in their seats. Careful thought had to go into what he would do, for, after all, it would not do for unrest from the common people to arise should they have any thoughts that the leaders of the regime they were trapped under all died from the exact same cause of death. Yes, they would be freed from the rule of the regime and initiated under the rules of the Empire, but, many, without a display of force that would hinder productivity of Kol Huro V (if one were to look at it from a purely statistical point of view), might speak in dissidence against the Sith for such a hostile take over; especially since they would not have seen the Sith fighting and witnessed their strength as the people of Kol Huro I might well be doing that very moment.

Slipping into the office of his first target, Lykos cast his eye around quickly, scoping out any cameras, security or hidden escapes. The room was lavish, that much was clear at a first glance. A wet bar sat off to one side, expansive fabrics lined every surface where it might not look too odd against the metal and chrome that seemed to serve as the rooms main theme. Of course, Lykos was not someone who had ever spared a thought to decoration and so that was the best he could conclude about the room's look. Instead, his attention had focused on the specific points that interested him. There was one man, a bodyguard from the looks of it, stood off to the side of the desk that sat at the back of the room - just before the window. Three cameras lined the walls, each placed in such a way that very few blind spots could be seen. No hidden escapes seemed to be present.

Nodding to himself, Lykos smirked softly even as he strode forward towards the desk, noting that one of the few blindspots of the room was directly behind the official currently sat at his desk - a balding, middle aged man who seemed to have indulged himself one too many times by the name of Haeri Lot. As he slid past the bodyguard, Lykos slid a tendril of Darkness into the man's Presence within the Force, watching and waiting as the chemicals carrying electrical signals across synapses began to slow as the Force Slow took effect, waiting until the man's perception of time meant that one second took an eternity.

Sliding down behind Haeri, Lykos withdrew one of his poisoned needles, placing it on the ground before him before deploying the blade hidden within his cybernetic arm and pressing it against the man's back whilst hissing into his ear. "Be quiet, continue to work and listen to what I say and you will not die to this blade."

A feral, more primal part of Lykos took pleasure in listening to the whimper that escaped from Haeri's throat and the scent of fear and desperation that now clung to him.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
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There was a slight hidden smile at the confirmation of the drones success. Though that faded a bit as the Dark Lord's message carried through the Imperial channels. Jacob gave no real reaction, all it was to him was a signal that things were moving. Soon the fleet would descend upon the worlds and sow a lot more chaos. But those on the ground still had their jobs to do, and such an element of chaos could work as either a benefit or a hindrance; perhaps even both.

Time was essential, and they would need to be quick if they wanted to reach the insurgents' stockpile before they hunkered down. He glanced over at Eldaah as he picked up the soft beep that came from her wrist.

"Yes we should, I hope one hasn't wandered off to far."

The duo moved with purpose, masqueraded beneath their cover still. They began to make their way out of the more densely packed area, and further into the city. There target was heading somewhere, moving fast and erratic if the information from Eldaah's wristpad was to be believed. As the number of eyes on them lessened, Jacob shifted slightly and allowed for his partner to take the lead.