Operation Regicide [#TeamROFLStomp vs Murder Puppy]

[Laira Darkhold]

Kesh.

I had no interest in this world days ago. I wouldn't have had interest in it now if its supposed King hadn't decided to air his personal life, along with that of my adopted sister in front of the Executive Council at a Peace Talk. Had it not been for that fact that the Techno Union was there under the white flag I would have torn out his throat then and there. But alas, that was not the time. That time had come now. I had thrown off the mantle, this wasn't about government versus government. This was about humbling a stupid boy who called himself king, who embarrassed MY family, and who would no longer be tolerated. And so I had had my armor painted black, with a single gold stripe.

For those around me my anger and rage emanating through the Force, and for this particular trip I had decided to drag Seanna along. She needed to get retribution and closure for the latest slap to the face. Disrespect needed to be met with a lesson. The small group of us were here, ready to begin. With Darth Metus leading the strike team it would be simple, but reinforcements were nearby if they were needed. Disposing one boy from a false throne shouldn't require much, and most of us were here to support the Sith Lord rather than be the telling blow ourselves.

I kept Seanna close, or I kept close to her. Not that she needed the protection, not that she wanted it, more that it was the way I was. With a homicidal war droid, a killing machine, and several others in the group that were less than stable, the two girls who I had formed bonds with weren't exactly in the safest place. So long as the maniacs didn't turn on us, which was doubtful, they would be fine, but I didn't like leaving them alone, so I stood between Rhea and Seanna, with the two in front of me. "We will be fine for this little side job. Just enjoy yourselves on this world, break anything of his, and burn everything he loves." I told them.

Where's your Crown King Nothing?

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Rhea Nin"] [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

The new Olympian armor sat snuggly on Ross's body. He shifted his slung CZ-837 as he went through his gear. With the Tower Project up and going the former thug/PI found himself volunteering for assignments unusual for someone who held a managerial job in the Department of Energy. His engineers had certainly given him a look when he mentioned he'd be gone on a HK Op for a few days. Around him were a good cross section of folk he'd seen in passing but had yet to interact with.

A few of them seemed rightly pissed.

Ross had been given limited information on the target, and honestly didn't care much beyond the pedigree information. A job was a job. A mark was a mark. His youthful days had taught him that.

Not that he didn't enjoy it, though he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He helped where he could.

Did he do more harm or good?

Ross shook it off and began loading a drum, alternating ammunition between incendiary, shock, and hollow points. Man he loved slugthrowers. A sonic pistol sat on his outer thigh on his right side.

 

[Malok]

Location: Kesh, Surface
Objective: Break Da Throne
Allies: #TeamROFLstomp
Enemies: The "Murder" Puppy


A Contradiction of Epic Proportions.

That was all the Sith Lord saw when he looked down upon the young pup. In recent history, the Techno Union had sat down with the so-called Vitae Alliance: a rather upstart gaggle of Galactic "defenders". Fresh from their victory over Geonosis, the Union was more than powerful enough to stomp out the meager nation...but, they were not the One Sith. Capitalist to the core, the Union decided to have a sit down with the Alliance in the hopes of resolving a recent...conflict...peacefully. It was there, during the meeting between Giants and Ants, that an arrogant pup decided to flap his gums. In the process, he incurred the wrath of a Mandalorian War Machine...

And reasonably annoyed a Sith Lord.

The Mandalorian, [member="Draco Vereen"], was sickened to the core by the lack of tact displayed by the pup. To air his personal, sexual life in the middle of a meeting was a grave offense; the gravity of which only increasing when the woman involved turned out to be Draco's own sibling. This was more than enough to inspire the capitalist warrior to support a plan hatched by Darth Metus. While the Sith Lord cared not for the personal relationships of [member="Solan Charr"], he did care about the title he flaunted about. Sovereign? Of Kesh? That would need to be addressed, for a man can only call himself King over that which he can defend.

As such, Darth Metus had come to Break a Throne.

While, for the most part, the congregation landed alone, the Sith Lord had brought a few folks along for the ride. Some in the Union desired to help Draco in his quest for vengeance. Whilst others, namely the kinsman of Darth Metus himself, came along out of obedience. The remnants of the "once proud" Clan Verd stood ready before their liege. Their purpose? To herald the coming slaughter. By his command did they grace form a seated circle upon the ground, before filling the air with song. Each syllable was uttered in an ancient tongue; each verse twisted and bent the Force to their will. The world, characterized by a vast ocean, provided conditions for them to exploit.

For a dry world, what they were brewing would have been impossible...but for a humid, tropical planet? Child's Play.

The combined efforts of the Clan saw the heavens marred with grey. A harmless sea of fluffy white condensced with precipitation. Flashes of vengeful crashed down whilst thunder boomed. A mighty storm was coming, one poised to rain down unholy wrath upon the pup's own citadel. Would he grow a spine and face his aggressors? Or would he forfeit his throne to those who sought his blood. Only time (and rivers of salty, fourth wall tears) would tell.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Kesh, Surface
Objective: Kill
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Prime"], [member="Ross Jusik"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFrl01aPPkA​

Spoils. That was what this all meant to Abraxas, simply spoils. To be likened to that of a rotten child that was handed the sweetest of candy that would be as savory and red like that of blood. Oh how joyous the nature of pillaging was when it involved placing that which declared themselves royalty underneath your foot. To have the very flesh squirm and writhe in pain was an exhilarating sort of thing; however, these feelings and notions were lost on the creation. While it was true that he wanted nothing more than to have a hand in wrecking the sanctity of this "king's" domain and any of his subordinates, this mission was a bit more personal. Not for him, but more so for the man that held this targeted individual accountable for certain actions that Abraxas hadn't been aware of.

This was all more or less a field day, and it was time to have a bit of fun the only way the monstrosity of a man knew how; kill.

Drawing the elongated metallic tool of purpose from a sheath at the small of his back under his cloak, a particularly shiny knife came into Abraxas' right gauntlet. His face-guard riddled with the many holes that exhaled the hot breath of the creation's foul inhumane air that his foul lungs robbed from the biosphere. An extremely darkened crimson hood was drawn over the durasteel helmet, shadowing over the faceless being that ached to murder and break bones.

Abraxas was an instrument in this cause, this breaking of a spine. It was a time for both education and the extermination of life that no longer served a valuable purpose among the many planets and stars that would only twinkle ever-longer as screams permeate the very land with a kind of justice that was forsaken among Jedi and similar groupings. These individuals that all followed along for this very reasoning alone were the jury and executioners, though the judges were that of [member="Draco Vereen"] who held vengeance near to his heart, and the other that walked among them.

A tune of fate blessed the very moistened air with a melody.

A melody for a funeral soon to be held at the very throne of the perverse.

And the beast would soon feed, and the house of a king will be stripped of all meaning and color to be repainted in the colors of crimson.

Glory on this very day.

 

[Thelma]

[member="Abraxas"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Draco Vereen"]The

Thelma was sent to deal with some ruffians, on some backwater planet called kresh or kesh she could not quite remember. She head to up to group she was sent to find, and said Pardon me are you the guys looking for [member="Solan Charr"]? She stood upright, though a little nervous of these rather tall angry men around. She still in training, and not learnt the art of combat yet. She had merely learnt how to meditate. Though feeling the force quite enough for her, for know.

 

[Armand Temi]

Rhea listened to Draco's instructions. She put her fingers to her lips as even a small slip of the tongue could be dangerous. But the Dark Jedi nodded and would do anything he asked. Commander Vereen was one of her closest friends, and although he probably wasn't used to seeing her in her black skull mask, this assignment required discretion. She couldn't march onto Kesh as the more well known… again discretion.

The darksider remembered [member="Abraxas"] from some of her business affairs a few months ago, but he wouldn't recognize her incognito. She had never met [member="Darth Metus"], @Thelma, or [member="Ross Jusik"] but there was no time like the present. Rhea wasn't wearing the heavy armor that the rest of them were. She planned to stay in the shadows and strike as a black mamba would - all stealth, venom and speed. She did bring her lightsaber, but her plan was to stretch her mind to its boundaries, to use the Force in every attack, inflict misery on their opponents and ultimately leave none of their targets alive.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Darth Metus"] @Abraxas @Rhea Nin

It wasn't as if this was her plan far from it. Dealing with a very sort thorn in her ass she been given. It was all she could do to not go after Solan there it was one thing what she did in her personal time. Another thing to call her out in front of all that she would have deal with her company call her own brother and sisters in the TU. No he had gone to far. Nothing would keep her from going monkey butt on his butt this time. Even those there was a part of her that here to protect. In the same time he had this coming to him for her honor.

Even then knowing that there was a reason why Draco had her dress up like will how else to put it like him, in some way she hated having this visor on her head. It only came down to one thing that was out of her hand, but was she doing there to throw the first punch. Then again could she be there to make sure it didn't get out of hand. One want or another she was here but in a armor that wasn't her own, but fit to her body. Making note to ask Draco how he knew what her measurement in the first place. Did Solan give those out for her hips and bust or what.

"Brother," as her voice went through a voice mix so it didn't sound like her own voice or was that how all that wear a helmet sounded. Making note to ask him later.

 

[Evania Charr]

Evania was laying on her bed in her room at the palace. The poor dying child was having one of those days where she hardly had the energy to do anything. Even grabbing the blood stained cloth beside her bed to wipe her mouth after coughing felt like a chore. She lay on her side, staring out her window. At first the ships didn't even register in her mind, but when they did she realized something. They weren't her daddy's ships, and her daddy wasn't there. The poor little girl tried to climb out of bed, but her weakened muscles wouldn't allow it. [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Surface of Kesh, Near Palace (HQ or whatever)
Enemies: None [member="Evania Charr"]
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Rhea Nin"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Ross Jusik"]
Non-Descript gear (not carrying Taak'Shukur)

The two women with me added their compliance to my requests. No Names, No notifications, No evidence. Nothing would lead back to us in the open. My ship was arguably the best stealth ship in existence, my armor, some of the best stealth capabilities that existed. I shrunk my presence in the Force, concentrating on hiding my presence, cloaking it from those who sought me out. I was not highly skilled in the ability, but even still my anger and rage seeped away replaced with the cold calm right before the storm, quiet, condensed, and hidden from those weak in the Force. The Sith Lord would have no problem sensing me, and Seanna would sense me, maybe blurred and difficult to pin point, but hopefully those like Abraxas and Rhea would be unable to sense me without great effort.

I nodded silently as the men began their chant and the Sith Lord started his ritual. He was here to send a message. I was here to teach a painful lesson. I turned my attention to Seanna when she spoke her voice distorted. "Stay Together, don't get caught, and keep hidden as best you can." My voice similarly distorted. I opened the holo-computer on my gauntlet and clicked a few buttons. My form shimmered and disappeared in a photo-optical field, disappearing from view, unregistered on sensors and the noises I made highly muffled from the electronics. Passive sensor negation built into my armor was more than capable of allowing me to hide in plain sight.

With that, like a predator in the darkness I was off, silently moving towards the palace of the so called King. Any man who must call himself a King is no true King, and you can only claim what you can defend. Those were painful lessons. They were not my lessons. He would learn this Dragon had fangs and he would feel them. I may not have been strong enough to save my real family, but I would be strong enough to avenge my new family. There were things I needed to vent. It was almost time to unleash the beast within. I could already feel it bubbling up, and if Seanna or Rhea saw the beast, they may not take kindly to what they found. <Blood. We will not leave without Blood.> Its voice in my mind growing stronger, ravenous with hatred, agony, and rage.

 

[Davin Jusik]

When the man who'd organized the venture went all shimmery Ross put a suppressor on his weapon and unmarked helmet on his head. For this assignment they were nobodies. Miscellaneous malevolent entities who were going to do harm to someone for a non governmental reason. Ross figured the loot would be nice on a job like this, it gave him a ping of nostalgia from his old thug days. OGing on corners and whatnot.

Despite his current wealth he still had a fundamental hatred of those in positions of higher status. Especially when they placed themselves there. It created a unique form of self hatred he would take out on this planet's nobility. Incendiary grenades reacted well with palace interiors. A glorious cleansing of himself through the possessions of some random elite. As his HUD went up a small grin found it's way onto his face. He was had to ponder more on his station later. While well off, he still didn't behave like most of the corporate drones he knew.

"I'm a beautiful hypocrite." He said aloud to himself, with a small laugh.

"Who wants to help me burn some shit?"

Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] @Seanna Val @ Rhea Nin [member="Thelma "][member="Abraxas"]
Enemies: Any and All Noble folk in my vicinity

 

[Lord Ghoul]

A man stood in front of the palace. Average height, but something in the way he stood spoke of confidence, or perhaps just a lack of concern. As in any, whatsoever. Pale fingers ran through dark, tousled hair and he let out a nasal sigh. He'd walked here from the spaceport. Alone. His contact hadn't shown.

Whatever.

Sightseeing turned out to be a real bore. Aside from a few pink aliens and a bunch of crystalline palatial structures it really didn't have that much to offer. Bars? Pretty much nonexistent. Clubs? Expensive as hell. Still, as far as ancient Sith home worlds go it was better than Ziost or frakking Korriban, probably because it was an actual temperate weather planet. Sith could have nice things too, who knew?

Well, no one had recognized him. Probably because the real Mikhail Shorn been dead for something like six years, or at least a version of him had been. Still, he'd done a little digging on what his dead-self had been up to in this universe. Turns out, he'd won this holovised death tournament, which had happened after he'd dethroned an emperor, collapsed the Republic's senate building, and killed a staggering amount of people. The worst part? He wasn't sure he would have done anything different if he'd been put in the same position. Just thinking about it made his head spin. He'd gone here to meet a contact who might have helped him sort some of this crap out, but the guy had been a no-show.

He felt sick to his stomach. Ugh, those pesky feelings. He really didn't need to feel remorse right now. Especially not remorse for the actions of some alternate version of himself. Time for a drink.

Hmm, maybe he'd wave a hand and get into that club. Or go look inside the palace. Tour the throne room. Some king ruled here, apparently. Selon Keer? Solo Cheer? Something like that. He scratched his chin.

Decisions, decisions.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Evania Charr]

Enemies: [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Rhea Nin"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Darth Metus"]
Allies: @Thelma

Evania finally managed to flop herself off of her bed. She struggled to crawl under it, doing her best to hide though she was almost to weak to move. The ten year old girl had no idea what was happening, but she knew enough to know that that many ships was not a good sign unless they belong to her father or Taeli. She did her best to control her breathing and keep from getting too scared. Maybe Daddy wouldn't have to worry about her illness killing her after all.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Look our your right window.
Objective: Defend the Pack
Allies: Vitae and Kesh military forces of kark you.

For The most part, it seemed like a clear day. The king was either off world or locked up in his castle, doing whatever it is the king does. And coffee was tasting good in the observation towers. Well, at least it was a good day until some random group of ships blasted into the system. And guns or no, they did not look friendly. War ships never entered a system that wasn’t theirs without some bad intentions. So like any other sane officer, the kesh official who handled such matters sent a transmission to the only people they needed. The Vitae Alliance.

There were quite a few ways to make any day a bad day for the Valde of the Alliance. Stubbing his toe on a desk for instance, was one. Drinking his coffee too fast, was another. Forgetting he can’t eat chocolate made for a bad day in the bathroom… but attacking the planet of his friend and second in command. That was a special bad day. That was the bad day he would give right back to you. No one hurt his pack. Not without first going through hell itself to do so. “Ace, send out transmissions. Hail friends and friends of friends. It’s time we show that we don’t lay down for anyone.” He didn’t know who it was… He didn’t know how many he’d need to bring. But he knew how many he would bring. And that was enough for him.

2 Phoenix-class Star Destroyer
8 CR90 MK 2’s
4 Carrack-class MK 2’s
3 Widow-class corvettes
4 Façade-class pocket Carriers
5 Dire-class patrol ships
1 Haran’uliik-class light frigate
1 SV 303 Aurora-class Frigate

Those were his kind donations. And each one popped out of Hyperspace all following what would for now, be his personal ride, one of the Phoenix Class Star Destroyers. It didn’t take him long to get there. After all, Solan had renovated Kesh quite well and security was done to make sure that plans like Draco’s would be strained at their luckiest. “Captain, hail the leader.” Vulpesen’s golden eyes stared forward as he sat on the bridge, already stretching out his senses to see who or what he was dealing with.

No matter if they responded with a hell or let it go to voicemail, his message was simple. “This space protected by the Vitae Alliance. All ships of war are to leave the system immediately. Any sign of non-compliance will be met with force.”

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat in the command chair of the leading Apollyon-class Command Carrier looking over the crew of the ship as he grinned. A fine present for the Vitae Alliance indeed much better sense shortly after he had left to go to Kesh and meet with Solan Charr to give him the present it had become known to him that they were under attack. What better way to receive a present then in the time you most need it. So the small fleet he had recently purchased with his funds was flying behind him another two Apollyon-class as well as 3 Phoneix-class Destroyers 5 Nimix-class, Widow-class and Adventrous-class cruisers armed to the teeth and ready to give someone hell. Not to mention a large majority of Clan Akaata in the bays preparing to drop in from drop pods and in drop ships to secure the ground. They had awoken a sleeping dragon and now they were about to receive punishment. Not to mention word had gone out to any Mando’ade in the area offering them money to help Aedan save his friends, no not his friends his family that is what Solan Charr and his daughter were. Members of Aedan’s family and no one wished to upset the young man as they would soon find out. He wore a new suit of armor not his Beskar’gam but just as durable and ready to take a few hits. On his belt rested his 2 lightsabers and at his side was his Lightsaber Pike ready once more to be used. In the bay of each of the cruisers were various ground vehicles ready to be disgorged upon the planet to secure it. One thing was for sure they were in trouble for Aedan was awoken and once more he had the use of the Dark Side within his grasp.

As they neared the planet Aedan nodded to the Comm’s officer who hit the button sending all ships in the fleet to battle stations shields up and weapons hot. In the hangars pilots rushed to their ships climbing in and going through the start up process making sure that once they were given the clear to launch they would be out of the ships and clearing a path for the drop ships. Aedan stood from his position at the command chair making his way to the hangar and boarding one of the drop ships strapping in with his lightsaber pike gripped in his hand his violet eyes almost glowing with the anger he felt. He could feel the others around him as well as the presence of an old friend on the planet below. Allies and enemies would be marked on the bridge as fast as reports could come in the IFF of the ships coming from hyperspace those that suited Vitae Alliance ships. The hangar doors opened on all ships and from them came a swarm of fighters interceptors speeding ahead with the others behind them bombers staying near the core of the swarm where they were protected. After them came the Dropships carrying an army that was angry and ready to fight on the first one was the man behind this force Aedan Miles himself. Activating his Comlink a hologram of Aedan appeared on the bridge of Vulpesen's ship. "Sorry to crash your party more help might be showing up expect Mando's in bound hot."

[member="Vulpesen"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Ross Jusik"] @Seana Vel @Abraxes

Unknowns: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Outside Evania's Room
Objective: Protect her at all cost/Get her off planet ([member="Darth Metus"] [member="Draco Vereen"] etc ect)
Enemies: These People's with the gall to attack Solan's fortress
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Evania Charr"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Thelma "][member="Vulpesen"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] @
Unkown: [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
Equipment: Revan's Lightsaber(Purple), Romeo's Old Lightsaber(Red), Dark Jedi Robes

Babysitting was a task Romeo was always pushed into, not that he mind it, not when the child was Evania. Solan’s daughter reminded him much of his own, he missed her, though, that was the only down side of this. It brought memories. Memories Romeo kept sacred to himself. As he sat outside the room of the little girl, as she was sick in bed, Romeo looked out the window of the hall. The Ryuk was making another by pass of the fortress of Kesh. The planet was too cold for Romeo, but it didn’t really matter that much, his coat kept him warm enough.​

The fur on the seams of the hood swayed in the crisp air as Romeo’s gaze shifted from the Ryuk to the ground of down below.​

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Such a cold place, how does Solan like this place?​

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His thoughts surrounded him. On his hips were two lightsabers, the infamous Revanchist’s and an old red one he used in his younger years. Romeo no longer wore a mask, the persona of being unknown was now gone, but then again…​

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You know my name, but not my power.​

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He once again thought to himself. The Vahla clung to his new life with an iron fist, and clung to his responsibility even stronger.​

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“Romeo, we have a problem..”​

Celty spoke in his comlink stuck in his ear.​

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“What is it?”​

He replied back.​

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“We have unknown ships coming into Kesh orbit…a lot of unkowns..”​

Romeo gritted his teeth, and quickly turned around.​

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“Prepare a dropship for us Celty, we are about to leave. Call in the Hikage fleet…now!”​

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Romeo walked a fast pace to Evania’s room, and opened it gently.​

“Evania, get your stuff you need most. We’re leaving dear.” ​

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With this Romeo made sure everything was set on his side.​

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"Celty, have the Drakons drop nearby. I want a full on escort here, top priority. have BlackFire's swing around to protect the LZ .We're heading out the back door,"​

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The Hikage Armada​

The Ryuk​

2xHanzai class-Heay Cruiser​

3xAkuma class- LSD​

1xIonizer Class-Support Corvette​

2xRitoru class-Light Frigates​

[SIZE=11pt]4xShadow class-Support Corvettes[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Drakon Regiment[/SIZE]​

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Huh, well somebody's ticklish today."

Mikhail stared into the sky, where an entire fragging fleet had just appeared. He glanced back to his immediate surroundings as several harried looking nobodies scrambled this way and that out the back door of the palace, where Mikhail was standing.

"Well, I guess that means I should go inside," said the Sith Lord.

[member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Evania Charr]

Location: Evania's Room
Objective: Get off the planet
Enemies: [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Rhea Nin"] @Abraxas @Darth Metus
Allies: Solan Charr Evania Charr Aedan Miles Thelma Vulpesen Taeli Raaf
Unkown: Mikhail Shorn

Evania gasped and struggled to crawl out of her hiding place when Romeo came in. Daddy had asked him to watch her while he was out doing some errands for the Vitae off world. She scrambled to grab her ropo's cage, her nightcat, and a dress before following Romeo. The little girl moved slowly, struggling to walk and carry everything. Today was not the day for this. She was having one of her 'sick' days that the illness brought on. She didn't know if she could even make it all the way through the palace without her legs giving out beneath her. "Romeo... Are we gonna die?"

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Arriving in orbit
Objective: Secure company holdings
Allies: [member="Evania Charr"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: No one as of yet, as long as no one messes with Aurora facilities

Ripples of light announced a security fleet from Aurora Industries, Taeli scowling at the helm of the lead ship. Apparently some sort of crisis was happening on Kesh, according to her workers down on the surface and she was not pleased.

"All Aurora facilities are on lockdown, security forces are to deploy," she said. Whatever was happening was not gonna to do any harm to her shipyards or the weapon facility in the Takara Mountains.

"Someone get me a line to Solan and find out why so many ships are here right now?" she ordered, looking at the display and seeing multiple contacts that she thought might be other Vitae allies or Vitae exclusive ships.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Kesh, the Capitol City
Objective: Random Acts
Enemies: I dunno, not tagging everyone
Allies: [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Rhea Nin"] @Abraxas [member="Darth Metus"]

Entering the palace, my target wasn't here. He was gone. Damn. Such a waste of time. <The False King is not here. We will destroy his home.> The beast was disappointed that our quarry had not been home. Such cowardice, or premonitions of his demise, had caused him to flee. Fair enough. Still in predator mode, me, my six compatriots, a very few mandalorians, and our single civilian appearing vessel were without our quarry and went unhosted. Short beam messages were being picked up by my helmet, I can only assume someone launched an invasion at the same time as our quest for vengeance and retribution. Didn't know the Sith cared about this world so far out on the fringe. Last time I had fought Sith [member="Vrag"] had handed me my butt. I wasn't looking forward to being on the same planet she was obviously storming. And [member="Darth Carach"] one of my masters had mentioned some love for this planet. Oh Feth, in my rage I had planned a strike team at the same time the One Sith were invading a planet.... Time to break Solan's toys and book it before it gets ugly.

Still cloaked I decided to run before the terrifying visage of [member="Sage Bane"] arrived. But before that I needed to send a message. I had infiltrated this deep into his territory and could have done worse. I started with knocking over trashcans, spilling their contents onto the ground for some poor janitor to clean up. Much to that janitor's chagrin, i poured superglue on these messes as well. Next to harm his atmosphere, every little bit counts. I started putting non-recyclable bottles into recycling bins. Next to disrupt the department of transportation. Street signs were painted black or swapped them out. The cost of accumulated fender benders would wreak havoc on Solan's finances. All the while, invisible and near undetectable through the Force I littered into the grass of the planet.

Finally, the last nail in the coffin. Something [member="Jacen Cavill"] or [member="Darth Vornskr"] would be proud of, so I hijacked a speeder, cruised past his house and smashed his mailbox, stuffed with missed letters, spreading them across his yard. With the rain, his mail would be ruined. What else could I do but random acts of vandalism seeing as my target was not here. Once I had finished disrupting his world I stole his throne with the help of [member="Ross Jusik"] dumping into a nondescript speeder to take with us. At least I got a nice chair out of this. Lastly, with Ross in tow we arrived just outside of town where the civilian style Cr90 we had arrived in was. "HOLY CRAP! Why didn't anyone tell me the Sith were invading when we left!" I said, voice garbled through the helmet as I reappeared with them.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Location: STEALTH Ship
Allies [member="Draco Vereen"] Objective: Leave with Tiger in tow
Allies: [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

[member="Seanna Vel"]

[member="Rhea Nin"] @Abraxas

[member="Darth Metus"]

Enemies: Members of the Rebel Alliance and Traitors, to take away

So the merry little band of mischievous drunkards had apparently managed to sneak onworld at the very moment a planetary emergency was afoot! The force had obviously decided it hated them and the group appropriately decided it was time to bail.

But not before a bit of havoc.

Trash cans were thrown! Street signs were swapped! Mailboxes were smashed! All in the name of glorious unholy vengeance. Ross even managed to steal a tiger from a local zoo.

It was pretty.

With white stripes.

So now they would leave before whatever major government had decided to bam hammer the planet did so. Ross hugged his new pet tiger.

It was his friend.