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

[Hansen]

Veryna Zasno,
Kol'Huro System, Kol'Huro One, Warlord Drak's Compound
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post No: 9

A loud bang and then the sound of a slump, Veryna releases a hearty cough with the weight on her throat released. Now the pearl white is stained crimson and she struggles for a moment to roll the limp man off of her armoured frame, snarling deeply with the pain in ribs rising over the soothing Bacta with pistol held in hand the Sith Trooper steadily shuffles towards the Twi'lek woman, offering a shaky hand to the woman. "Come on Ma'am, get out of here..." Veryna's heart withers and breaks as the Twi'lek woman whops her hand away and hisses before thrusting towards the discarded blaster rifle, Veryna lazily watches the woman knowing it has not a charge pack to power it. A silhouette then appears in the doorway, heralding the end for the Twi'lek. "Wait!"

Without hesitation, Orlan depresses his trigger sending a single round zinging through the air burning straight through the nimble Twi'lek and she falls looking over courageous husband for a moment before pursing her eyes shut. Embracing the darkness that follows, Veryna stares at the woman for a moment before raising gaze and staring towards Orlan who lowers his rifle giving an approving nod in Veryna's direction. "What are you doing?" Orlan looks at her somewhat perplexed by her question, answering it partially with an irritated sigh.

"Saving you life, again! Keep up Rookie, come on we've got a job to do. We don't have time for your moralising!" Orlan scolds the younger Trooper before pivoting towards the durasteel bulkhead door waiting at the other end of Hallway.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I
Objective: Aid Lord Fa
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Sal Katarn"]
(9/27)


"You will, of course, talk. All that you have control over is how you come out on the other side."

While Tai only punctuated with implication, Kith took a more direct approach. The four men embedded with glass uttered in pain, different tones and sounds, yes, but in the same moment. Pulling with the force, she'd tugged a single shard of glass from each, drawing out through the skin in a spot different from where they had entered.

The large shard of glass at the unharmed man's eye rotated slowly, but he could see the crimson stained fragments from his men floating in the air above them. In truth, she had caused no lasting damage, it looked far worse than it was. But Kith had never been one for wanton violence simply for it's own sake after all. She wielded it as any other weapon in her arsenal, as a tool, not an end unto itself. She took no joy in it.... but then, she took joy in so few things that this was simply like so much else. Necessary.

She had no desire to torture the information out of him. And Tai Fa would know that perfectly well. But if they were to play the roles necessary to get what they needed without it, then she needed him to believe that it was truly on the table.

"There's nothing you can do to me to make me talk," he said, but there was a hesitation in his voice, one that he tried to hide.

Slowly, the masked figure nodded.

That was all it took.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Post: [05/20]
Location: Ord Trasi, Shipyards
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Ring ring. Ring. Ring ring. Ring. Ring ring. Ring.

Click.

Derrenger's harsh voice clawed its way out of the speakers of Grigori's communicator, caressing his delicate Sakiyan ear with all the gentleness of a piece of sandpaper that was on fire. "What is it?" He already demanded, no hello or anything. He must have been a little stressed out, all things considering. Grigori could distinctly hear a chorus of panicking civilians in the background as well as alarms blaring. Someone with a megaphone was giving evacuation instructions. What a time to be alive!

"Hello, comrade Derrenger," said Grigori, because he was polite like that. "I am the calling you because I have found Doctor Bokevni."

There was a pause, and then violent shuffling as Derrenger forced his way somewhere he could hear more clearly. "You found him?"

"Yes."

"Where is he?"

"He has locking himself into a utility closet. Hear, listen." Grigori peeled the phone away from his elongated ear and held it towards the door of the utility closet. The faint whimpering of Doctor Bokevni could be heard, only just audible. Occasionally Doctor Bokevni said something unnecessarily alarmist and blamed his problems on the Dim-U. Everyone knew Doctor Bokevni was a very troubled, conspiratorial man who often cited the Resurgent Sith invasion of Coruscant as an inside job. Now despite this being an entirely different category of Sith, he was convinced they were here for him.

At least he was still a good shipwright. "Yeah, okay," Derrenger said, "That's him alright. Transmit your location."

"Ah, yes. I can be doing that." Grigori examined the communicator. "Do I have to hang up?"

Derrenger sighed, though it sounded more like a snarl. "No. Hit the center button. Twice."

"Okay. Now what?"

"Do you see the map icon?"

"No."

"What? What the k- Alright... Just swipe... Right."

"Oh, I see it. Now-"

The Enforcer working on the door controls suddenly injected himself, standing and snatching Grigori's communicator. "Give it here, I'll do it. What the hell is wrong with you?"

 

[NightSister]

Location: Graf's Caf, Kol Huro
Objective: Eclipse the Light. With Fashion.
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Post 4/27

"That's perfectly fine. I'm sure you'll think of something soon enough." Li Kovani took several long moments to down the contents of her own drink as she held the mug in both hands, apparently thoughtful despite maintaining that air of always being just slightly distant, just slightly disinterested (not too much, never too much. She had practiced this presentation over the years).

Aria seemed contented with the woman's judgement. "So, if you have no more questions-"

She was grateful that Kovani interjected before she could have to think of an end to her sentence. "You have my interest, yes." (Aria had to work hard to keep relief off her face). "I'd be very pleased to supply materials for your company - for a suitable price, of course."

For a moment or so, Aria briefly considered inquiring the woman's tolerance of the potential . . . less than legal aspects to their enterprise. They hardly planned to turn the business into some seedy black market operation but the question had been raised as to how firmly they would stay on the side of the law.

Then mentally she shrugged, turning back to her caf.

"Of course," she agreed mildly. "Would you prefer to talk numbers now, or shall we save that conversation for another time?"

"I'll happily wait."

The Echani was more than happy with that judgement.

 

[Lark]

Lark watched the man he was ordered to pursue fall a short distance to the ground, struck by his own shot. It would take him a moment to regain his footing, but he'd still be in a pretty rough state. He dashed after the man, running into the alley that the sniper had toppled into. A small trail of blood led deeper into the alley, he could see the shambling figure run away as fast as he could manage. There could very well be more Hunters coming this way, or a hideout nearby. I need to catch him before he reaches either of them. This city was still unfamiliar to him, these people had every twist and turn in the maze-like passages memorized, they didn't even have to think about where they were going and they'd still get there. Lark was a stranger, and he had to be careful.

Trust was a difficult thing for Lark to give to anyone other than himself. Why should he? For so long he had been the only one that he could count on, others had only continued to fail him, time after time. But now, begrudgingly, he lent [member="Krest"] his trust. There were still snipers with sights aimed on him, someone needed to draw away their fire.

Lark chased after the fleeing man, gaining distance quickly. The Force Hunter ran with a limp, the fool must have tweaked his leg when he hit the ground. He should catch up at any moment, perhaps as soon as they turned this corner-

To your right.

He didn't want to listen to the little voice in his head. It wasn't his, how did he know he could trust it? Easily given trust was the downfall of the gullible man. But he heeded it's advice anyways. If he learned to observe what the Force was trying to tell him he'd only have benefits to reap. He quickly raised his enchanted sword, deflecting the sniper shot and sending it sailing back to where it came from. It missed the Hunter, but it startled him enough to send him back into cover.

Lark quickly rounded a corner, and the Force screamed for him to duck. He slid to the ground, and the man he had been pursuing let a shot off. He was cornered, using what little options he had left in order to survive. Lark dashed out of cover, blocking another shot and quickly knocking the weapon out of his hand. Lark slammed the hilt of his sword into the Hunter's face, breaking his nose and sending his careening to the ground. "Just where did you think you were going to run off to?" Lark taunted quietly. He stood over the man's body, he didn't want one of the snipers killing the man before he could talk. But he dragged him somewhere else regardless, for the alleyway was to tight of a position, he could easily be caught in a trap. Once Krest had dealt with the snipers, they could begin their interrogation.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

LOCATION: Ord Trasi North Shipyard
OBJECTIVE: Take the shipyard for the Sith Empire
ALLIES: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Harley"]
POST #: 3 / 20


Azurea could tell the quirky blonde was going to be a wild card. But if Harley killed nearly everyone in the facility, they would lose some of the knowledge base, blueprints and other valuable intellectual property. No it would be better to sublimate those assets for their cause. Unless the assets decided to pull a blaster out and fight back.

Connor gave them their orders, and the twice-fallen Jedi looked in the direction of the tower. Sure she still responded to Setzi but it was as though a title like “Lieutenant” or “You over there.” There was very little meaning in her real name today. Not when she was about to slaughter innocents, with not glee as Harley would, but a swift and almost mechanical resolve.

She could hear the whirring of Master Harrison’s hand, and it was enough of a cue that Azurea drew out her own blade, a Jedi one forged with crystals mined on Ilum. She strode forward and the first guard she encountered shouted to his cohorts that a Jedi Master had come to save them from the Sith, likely tipped off by the blue of her blade.

She silenced him by cleaving him in two, deflecting the incoming blaster bolts with graceful figure eights of her saber. Muscle memory and a surge of the Darkside of the Force trumped most of her hesitancy, embolding her with every step until no organic life stirred in the entire long corridor up to the tower

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

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

Post: 6

As she dropped down onto the roof, she debated if she should use her lightsaber... but no, that would be too much of a giveaway. A small application of the Force opened one of the skylights, and she dropped down lightly onto the catwalk behind one of the guards. The other was going to check out something, likely her partner on the mission had already started. Her probes floated down behind her, running scans on the various crates and containers in the warehouse.

The man she had landed behind, cradling some old blaster rifle was about to turn back her way on his patrol. He had little warning as she used the Force to crush his heart, dropping him instantly. The other guards on the catwalk was still looking for whatever it was he was looking for, while she could feel her partner was starting to cause some mischief below. With a hand gesture, she sent one of her probe droids over to the other ctawalk guard. There was a small shink sound, and then he collapsed to the catwalk in a silent heap, the small retractable blade disappearing after severing his spinal cord at the neck. He was likely still alive, but he wouldn't be warning his fellows about them.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
[10/27]

Their morality was their weakness.

Tai did not try to lie to himself and claim they were the good ones here.

These men and women were trying their best to throw off the yoke of an uncaring tyrant, who used the industry and military infrastructure of Kol Huro to keep them all subjugated. What would the Thirriken have done in their place? Well, he was a Sith and would not have abided by these chains. But the Sith Empire had need of Kol Huro and this was the best opportunity to absorb the system into their Empire.

A battle of needs, then.

About ten minutes later Tai and Kith would exit the apartment. In their stead Inquisitors swarmed the complex, rounding up the newly-turned informants and ensured that the transfer of personnel would move ahead promptly.

"We worked well together." The Thirriken commented while giving a datapad to one of the saluting Inquisitors. "Thank you for your assistance."

The datapad would contain all the information they needed to track down and round up the remaining conspirators in the city.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Ord Trasi North Shipyard
OBJECTIVE: Take the shipyard | Side with the Sith Empire
ALLIES: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member=Harley]
POST #: 4 / 20

--

The blue spark of Setzi's blade was the decoy the outer guards needed. Blue signalled hope and the Jedi, not the Sith. Deception was a powerful ally.

Ignoring the chaos the Lunelle girl was carving, Connor turned to Harley and pointed with his hand to the floor above; a large outcropping with no ceiling but with a fixed ladder leading up to the higher floors. She would be adept at scaling it and clearing that side.

Connor knelt by the steaming corpse of the guard. He fixed his saber hilt to his brown belt and took the blaster rifle in hand and held it by his side, letting the two ladies do the dirty work. He just had to get to the control tower at the top.

A klaxon sounded and a red light started flashing which illuminated the side of the Dark Siders face.

"Get to that control room ladies. They're starting to annoy me."

He moved with the duo to the base of the huge crane and operation tower to get up as fast as they could.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
[6/27]

The hallucinogen worked quick, and whatever the man was seeing was lost to the inane rambling that quickly spilled from his lips. It was enough however that he pulled out a small blaster and started aiming at this fellows.
"Back, get back! Y-you're all..." His voice trailed off as he aimlessly swung the weapon around, but failed to pull the trigger. The others began to panic, initially yelling at him to put it down until he eventually managed to find the trigger and fired a blast into the chest of another man. That's when hell broke out, everyone drawing their own weapon and either aimed them at the hallucinating man or at others even.

Jacob chuckled lightly, soaking in the chaotic tension that was beginning to fill the warehouse. From his hiding place within the shadows, he looked up to see the slight shadow of one of Eldaah's droids moving across the catwalk.

However it was now time for him to act, preparing himself to strike as he grabbed his daggers.

"Sorry fellas, but the show's over." He said, his voice lingering from the darkness and across the warehouse. Although the current panic they were in masked it for the most part, it wasn't until the first body dropped that they seemed to finally acknowledge they weren't alone. Jacob lurched out into the area, sinking a blade into one of the men's necks. He pried it out and quickly ducked away as a blaster bolt went soaring in his direction. Though he didn't remain idle for long, and after darting around to their blind spot, he moved in again stabbing another of the cell leaders.

It left Eldaah with three to dispatch, with the remaining one currently curled up on the floor trying to hide from whatever was haunting him.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[5/20]
Objective: Acquire fine art.
Location: B&E at the Ordell Manor

In the darkness around her, the Pale Assassin could see the glinting of metal being raised, pointed at her most exalted self. How dare they? She raised her sabre, to the ceiling. No doubt they believed she would try to block their shots. No, these were not swords for deflecting shot. The handle was wrong; her form was not optimised for such. She could, but why would she when she could just-

The hand with the scarlet sabre was brought down. The air around her condensed in a single cold rush of wind. The presences all fell, first to a knee. She waited for a moment, savouring the moment, then pressed again. The sound was like kindle trampled by a careless trekker. There were no screams; they had no time. There was only a united exhale and the chorus of crunch.

Four bodies unfolded like poorly made origami peacocks. She doubted he would approve. Did she care? No, she did not. And so, she walked on, skipping past the bodies and their emerging red.

Darth Ophidia fell deeper into her stealth. Her presence melded with the shadows, wearing it like a cloak. They stuck to her form longer than was natural. The light shunned her, as she shunned its counterpart in the Force. Deeper and deeper into the manor did she walk, a ghost. It was quiet, very quiet. It seemed to her like the cannons had stilled.

Had they surrendered so quickly?

The Pale Assassin stopped and turned sharply. Her eyes closed as she reached into the Force. Life, she felt it. Drawing a breath, she reached even deeper; she reached into the very molecules of her form, and then let herself fall. The floor rushed towards her back, then past. She turned in the phantom air and landed on her feet on a hard surface, wood by the sound of it. She stared into the eyes of Mr. Moro Norose. Again did she hear the clicking of blasters being cocked.

Snap-hiss!

The scarlet blade in her hand ignited as she dived towards Mr. Norose. Her free hand grasped his shoulder and wrapped around his neck as she flipped over his head. Two blue streaks of blaster fire crossed the table where she had stood, leaving nasty black scorch-marks. Ophidia’s lightsabre pointed out to the guards in a slow sweeping motion, threatening and counting them. They stilled, but kept aiming, trying to find that one moment when they could peg her in the skull or the side. Ophidia stepped back, dragging Moro up from his chair. He did not speak, neither did she, nor they. The Pale swayed slowly as she moved, like a serpent waiting to strike

One took the chance: Two steps to the side and a shot at Ophidia’s arm. She stepped forward and let the shot sail past her, then angled her blade and took a quick step back. A rush of energy surged through her as the scarlet carved through white cloth and tasted crimson and carved a swath through Mr. Norose’s belly all in an instant. She knew they would be firing now. She was outgunned, but they outmatched.

An opaque bubble wrapped itself around her as the shots were fired. They scattered and dispersed over the protective surface as she reached down to her belt and unclipped the second sabre. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she shifted her grip on the sabres and mentally gripped the six persons around her. 16, 19, 21- Enough. She let the bubble burst in a push of energy, knocking her foes to their heels. Her hands went to the activation switches of her sabres, clicking them forward. The scarlet blades extended, as she swung them out in two wide arcs. The tips carved through metal stone and flesh as she released a primal roar of exertion. Then the blades shrunk again to their normal size.

The pale Assassin exhaled and extinguished her sabres before clipping them to her belt again. Norose was dead, his guards dying, and Ophidia’s eyes went to the vault.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I
Objective: Aid Lord Fa
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Sal Katarn"]
(10/27)

Of course, when he turned back from his Inquisitor, she was gone. When asked, the man who had been facing him shook his head. He hadn't seen her at all. No cloaked and masked figure, Lord, are you alright?

Nor, in fact, had any of his inquisitors seen her.

But the rebels?

They remembered.

She watched from a distance, pulled tighter into herself than before. Experimentally, she hummed, a tuneless shift of tones that skipped back and forth. Almost too low to hear, even if someone had been standing right beside her, but perhaps enough. Though the eyes of the mask, she watched, beneath it her expression thoughtful.

Kith did not consider herself a lonely person. It was one of the words she had woken up with, stumbled from the cloning crèche with a hardwired definition of.

To be sad, due to a lack of companionship.

She had spent the last year alone, but not lonely. Even now, she did not think that had changed in the slightest. She felt no particular regret in stepping back and away. Her intention, after all, had not been to join this new endeavor, but to watch it. To weigh it.

Despite that, working with Tai Fa again had been good. Easy in ways few things had been since she had first opened her eyes.

Beneath the mask, a ghost of a smile touched on her lips.

Yes. Whatever this was, it was worth continuing to watch. At least for now.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[6/20]
Objective: Acquire fine art.
Location: B&E at the Ordell Manor

The vault: A solid box of phrik alloy and duracrete. The thinnest point was a one meter thick, solid block of phrik alloy, magnetically sealed, stacked with pressure sensors and whatnot. It was, for all intents and purposes, impenetrable. This was why she was not there to penetrate. Well, technically she had done what she was sent there to do: Kill a Jedi sympathiser with a few too many credits on hand. Now, she set her eyes on a prize of her own: Crimson over Coruscant.

She strode over to the door and sized it up. From there she turned and walked four meter back, kicking the smoking corpses and various furniture out of the way. Once more turning to the vault doors, she inhaled – exhaled, inhaled sharply and ran. Her calculations had to be exact, if not she could end up stuck half-way in a solid block of metal, or with one foot stuck in the concrete inside. She ran, she jumped, and her feet touched the floor on the other side, then she stopped. For a moment, her eyes widened in terror. Had she lost an arm? A leg? She looked down and smiled in relief: A piece of her robe was stuck in the Phrik. She plucked a sabre from her belt and activated it mid-slash, cutting so close she blackened the phrik and left only a smouldering line where the cloth stuck out.

If there was such a thing as luck.

Now that she was inside, Ophidia took a glowstick from her utility belt and broke it. Holding it up high, the faint light begun to illuminate the inside of the vault. It was a veritable cornucopia. Paitings, statues, ancient weapons and even an old speeder. In her amazement, she almost walked into a tray standing half-way off the end of a table. Her eyes surveyed the area, looking for her prize – There it was: A landscape of Coruscant in a setting sun, and ships descending in righteous conquest. She thought it would be bigger.

A whisper on the left took her attention next: On a pedestal was a thick flimsiplast, face down, bound in worn leather. She reached out her hand; the whispers intensified. Absent-mindedly the Pale Assassin stepped toward the book. Her hand hovered over the cover for a second before resting onto the soft exterior of it.


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The whispers instantly turned to a scream, making everything quiver around her, but Ophidia did not relinquish her hold on the book. She flipped it over on its back and opened it to the middle pages. Red. The pages were soaked in a splatter of blood, and from it surged a pair of hands. They gripped the corners of the book; the blood begun to boil and bulge as a head forced its way through the pages with a silent shriek. She wanted to close it, but she knew she must not. Ophidia would not back down from shadows; she was their queen.


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She slapped her black hand down on the skull and pressed her darkness into it. A feral roar followed her words as lightning surged between her fingertips. Smoke rose, and the demon did not. Ophidia shut the book and picked it up. She turned and placed it with the tea set she had almost knocked over, plucked Crimson Over Coruscant from its place, then walked over to the door.

From this side, she could see its inner workings. It had been made with transparisteel to better repair it. She saw the mechanism and thus she could command it.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK K’DUNK

The vault opened, and Ophidia left the Ordell Manor.

 

[Vereshin]

Objective: Infiltrate the hotel
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Antherion"]
Posts: 2

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The tram left and Vereshin departed from Antherion to take his separate route. City signs passed the view outside the window as he leaned against the glass and watched the world fall to ruin. Glancing down through his glasses, he jotted down numbers hastily and prepared himself mentally for the coming storm. Passengers watched the group of Sith with dissent in their eyes. Another sorcerer with white hair and soft features sat on the opposite side while his fellow flopped on to his shoulder. Vereshin waited with anticipation and the tram stopped a short distance away from the hotel. Along with the others, he rose to his feet and walked outside.

Sliding his hands into his pockets, Vereshin walked ahead of the other Sith who parted in different directions as soon as he approached the entrance. A staff member recognized him and ushered him into the lobby while the Sith took up their positions. The concierge showed him to the dining area adjoining the lobby where lunch was being served. A waitress strode by and Vereshin plucked a glass of champagne from her serving dish. Sipping lightly, he played the entertainer and waited to be seated at the piano.

The end of a woman's bejeweled fingers brushed his cheek as she swanned by. Vereshin sipped deeply on his champagne while his cheeks turned purple. Glancing at the clock, he could feel the seething presence close in as the concierge greeted him once more. He lead him towards the piano and allowed him to sit. Brushing his coat back over the seat, the lights around him dimmed as he began to play. A slow nocturne filled the room as the odd couple slowly danced. Opaque smoked seeped in around the curtains and a muted shriek cried outside in the corridor. The Sith heard the signal and slowly appeared from the concealed guises.

One by one, lives dissipated and screams sounded sparsely while Vereshin distracted the attention of the crowd. The guards heard the music and assumed nothing was wrong. The Sith entered the building from all different locations and swiftly removed any threats in their way. Stopping for a moment, the crowd in the dining area listened for any other signs of panic. Silence befell the room, distracted by the keys which lulled them back to their calm. They shrugged and continued their dancing and chatter as though nothing occurred.