Past & Future[TRE Dominion of Yavin IV & Gromas]

[Vrak Nashar]

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Gromas
The Tyrant [1/20]

Vrak stood on the bridge of his ship, The Tyrant.

His lips thinned, his eyes were half glazed over, and in truth he was hardly listening to the two Ensigns behind him that were attempting to give him a status report on the system. He frowned slightly as they spoke, his eyes fixed on the swirling rapids of Hyperspace before him. Fingers tightened at his side, the ebbing pulse of the Darkside flowing through him. Vrak let out a breath, his energy surging slightly as his gaze drew back and finally he turned to face the two officers.

"Ensure our arrival is known of." For once Vrak wasn't out to start a war.

Though SIth were known for their love of conquest and destruction, sometimes their outright need to kill, Vrak intended for this to curb that little rumor. There was opportunity here on Gromas, something beyond simple destruction. They had managed to reclaim Korriban, Thule, even Elom without much issue, and with the few other worlds the Resurgent Empire was now growing, but there was another need on the horizon.

An economic one.

Vrak wasn't foolish enough to believe The Empire could sustain itself upon slavery and military build up. He knew that eventually they would need actual revenue sources, and although most of their worlds had some natural resource, there were other planets right in reach of them, ones that held far more valuable things to attain. Warships got them far, but talk and money got them even further.

"Bring those that came with me to the bridge." A handful of Sith from various spheres had come with Vrak, either in hopes of securing their own fortunes and furthering those of the Empire. "They will need to be informed."

Gromas would not be a bloody conquest, it would be a swift and economic one.

Many Sith would bemoan this fact, but it needed to be this way. Besides, The Sphere of War busied itself with the reclamation of Yavin, the Massassi would not be too angry.

OOC:

Spoiler

Due to the quick nature of this Dominion, I've decided to give everyone some objectives that they can follow. These by no means are the only thing you can do and I encourage everyone to branch out and have fun.

Yavin IV: [member="Yidhra"]
The Ancient Temple of Sacrifice where Vitiate initiated his last stand has been found by The Sphere of Intelligence. Brave the jungles, get to the Temple, and seize it for the Glory of the Empire.

Gromas: Vrak Nashar
The mining Corporations of Gromas have long held their planets resources near and dear to their heart. Negotiate with the corporations to seize as much of the world for the Resurgent Empire, meet with administrators, companies that wish to join the dominion, etc.

 

[Sorvae Sunfell]

YAVIN IV​

The Blood Crusade​

[ 01 ]​

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While some ships of the Resurgent Empire were travelling to Gromas, a planet quite far away from the faction's territory, Ruin's vessel was headed in another direction, towards the world of jungle that was the Yavin IV. It was a planet with rich flora, but it lacked in fauna, particularly sentient fauna. It may have had lots of animals and beasts, but Ruin saw no threat in them.

However, he did feel a little bit less safe about possible looters and explorers and scavengers who may have been on the planet. The Empire's target was ultimately the Temple of Sacrifice, which may have also been some other people's target. And while Sorvae was not afraid of fighting people - because he truthfully loved it - he still had some sort of anxiety inside him ever since joining the faction's forces on Korriban.

Something in his intestines made him feel nauseous and his head was buzzing with needlelike distractions while his chest seemed to fill up with cotton. It was an odd feeling he hadn't felt before joining this Sith organisation, making him feel certain that he was not used to such large groups.

The Blood Crusade, his ship, only contained himself that day due to the very same reason. He just couldn't make himself go along with others, just because he felt so insecure. The presence of so many people would have made him feel even worse. The Sith Lord was not against human interaction, not at all. But there was something else about it that disturbed him.

At least he could be alone on his own ship until having to land and meet the others.

 

[Arage Bao]

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Yavin IV, the Gordian Reach​

[1]​

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Perhaps it shouldn't have surprised Kala that Locks' style of training was unlike anything they had come to expect.

Instead of trying hours of exhaustion, sweat and tears, the Miraluka Sith had put them into different training regimes. It was logical - after all, it made little sense to try and put the same load on Kala as [member="Kuraii"] was going through, it would be... less than effective. Kala was small, little and fragile, her greatest asset was her mind and that was what Locks focused on in his training. Eyes had widened once he showed her his private library within his appartment on Dromund Kaas, shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books, scrolls and digital repositories of knowledge.

To be clear, most of it had little to do with the Sith and the Force, most of it was just... knowledge. But that mattered little to Kala, it was a bright spot of paradise in her life and that was all that mattered.

Today was different though. Locks was a Sith with ears in many little places - so, it wasn't surprising that he knew about the Sith incursion into the Gordian Reach before it became public. Two weeks before it was set to launch he acquired a set of permits for a gaggle of Sith. Apprentices, all of them. It was his wish that they explored Yavin Four and its mysteries before the Sphere of War rampaged across its surface and started ransacking the entire place. No Knights, no Lords, no one to supervise them besides their own minds and intellect.

Kala loved it.

They had set up a little encampment in the deep jungles of Yavin 4.

Once again they would brave into the temples in an attempt to find something. But today Maedrin had a good feeling about things... hopefully, they would be able to find something of use out there.

She had briefly bathed herself in a nearby river and decided to see if Kuraii was awake already. Pushing apart the covers of their tent, she coughed.

"Kuraii, you awake already?"

 

[grammaticus]

Corin walked onto the bridge, along with the other Sith that had come along with the Dark Council member. He stood towards the side of the group, his attire setting him apart from the rest. The others spoke quietly to one another, but Corin was silent as they approached the Pureblood. He briefly inclined his head when they were close enough. He didn't belong to this lords Sphere, or caste for that matter, but he still demanded the respect of those below him.

For now.

He crossed his arms, the silver of his armor shining in the light from all the terminals around them. The sooner he got his task here, the sooner he could get to work. He truly hated waiting around.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
@Anyone else that shows up

 

[Placeholder 06]

There were Sith loyal to the democratic process back home, and they were thriving. Not these ones though.

Dilbert didn't give much of a crap what the meaning of Sith truly was. He knew enough. A few members of the black bathrobe brigade would get together once every ten years or so, get a following preaching about order and peace, and then start killing everyone that disagreed. Then some other robe wearing idiot would start a counter crusade, kill the guys in the black robes, say something about peace and vanish.

Ten years later it would start again, the process would repeat, and nothing would change. He figured the ones that wanted to go off and start the forth empire in the past twenty years would probably go for the core, as they all seemed to believe controlling Coruscant meant they controlled the galaxy.

"Mister Zambino, those reports from the DSF were confirmed. The Sith homeworlds just off of Ession space have reorganized themselves into a coalition of sorts."

"WHAT?!"

Dilbert had spat his caf all over his new datapad, and an hour long rant had followed. He recalled screaming at his assistant about bad timing and a myriad other things he was now regretting. The Trade Lord of Neelgaimon ran a clawed hand over his snout and groaned, a steady string of curses being mumbled under his lips. Getting the clearance for this departure had not been difficult. The senate was rather small at the moment, and the Archlord was away talking to the rabbit people about trade deals right now...which left the responsibility to Dilbert, seeing as he had the most experience.

The shuttle, a little old patchwork thing forged on Neelgaimon, exited hyperspace in the vicinity of the Tyrant. Two K-wing fighters escorted the vessel, but the ship itself was unarmed.

"We're entering realspace senator Zambino." One of his aides proclaimed. Dilbert rolled his eyes. "I may be approaching seventy-three but my eyes still work Clarence."

The aid, a younger human man, nodded vigorously. "Still a bundle of nerves." Dilbert grumbled as he opened a public channel to the Tyrant. "This is Senator Dilbert Zambino of Neelgaimon here on behalf of the Dominion Senate. I've come to speak with whoever's in charge of this shindig you've got going on here. Might I be received?"

I karkin' better be you glowstick waving pricks.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Gromas
The Tyrant [2/20]
[member="Dilbert Zambino"] | [member="Corin Zanith"]

"Sir."

Vrak frowned for a moment, he had been about to address the half dozen or so that had gathered aboard the bridge of the Tyrant. His gaze swept over towards the ensign that had spoken. Vrak wasn't by any means offended by the interruption, part of him was glad for it. So many of the Sith that had gathered were ambitious, powerful in their own right, an intelligent. They knew exactly what they wanted and he didn't really need to lead them.

Still, a word wouldn't be much. "Yes?"

"There is a Senator here, an envoy from The Dominion."

Vrak frowned for a few moments, deliberating on exactly what they would want. He knew precious little of the government that had sprung up to the Galactic North of The Empire. By all accounts they were just about as ordinary as any of the other governments that had recently appeared, the Free Worlds Coalition, the Imperial Remnant, all the others. In Vrak's mind he had simply filed them away as one of the problem that would have to be dealt with Later.

After the Empire had been consolidated and he held Kaas. "Very well."

He said with a sigh.

"Allow them on board and bring them here." The ensign nodded, and then ran off to give the order. Vrak meanwhile turned to the others. "Gromas is not to be harmed. The Mining Corporations must be persuaded to see things our way."

He smiled at a few of the others. "See that they are brought to the right state of mind."

 

[Placeholder 06]

"They're allowing us access Senator Zambino."

"You're damned right they are."

"Sir?"

"Nothing Clarence. Take us in."

The flight to the Tyrant was a short one. Dilbert felt the tension in the air among his subordinates. The Dominion was home to a handful of Sith Lords, and while they were relatively orderly, they caused trouble from time to time. These Sith ruled themselves; they had nothing by way of accountability. That frightened these boys.

Dilbert didn't give much of a damn. He'd been dealing with Sith Lords, kings, self-proclaimed gods and everything else under the sun for the past forty years. There was little that was going to intimidate him.

The Dominion vessel docked alongside the Tyrant as requested, its K-Wing fighter escort beginning to make short rounds around the capital ship as per Dilbert's orders.

The senator responded to all demands made of him cordially. He carried no weapons, and his ground escort came in the form of two rather surly Trandoshans warriors. They carried vibro-staves instead of blasters, as Dilbert had guessed from previous dealings with the Sith that approaching with guns in hand would not end well. There would be no physical conflict here no matter how things went anyway. If the Sith in charge was not an idiot, even a vehement disagreement would result in bitter words and a cold departure.

And if the guy was stupid, then he'd be starting a war he probably could not afford to fight right now.

Dilbert would be lead to the bridge, and he would make his way there in stride. He wore flight pants and a combat jacket emblazoned with the Dominion eagle as his sign of station, though he was a rather short and portly fellow. Despite his odd appearance, Dilbert walked with the confidence of a king up to [member="Vrak Nashar"].

"I suppose you're the fella in charge?" The Bothan's toothy maw pulled back in a friendly smile, and a clawed hand was held outstretched. "Name's Dilbert Zambino, senator of Neelgaimon."

 

[grammaticus]

Corin bowed his head at [member="Vrak Nashar"] . He understood the instruction, he knew what had to be done. It wouldn't bring him much glory and honor, but it never hurt to try and get on the good side of a Dark Council member.

Corin turned his head at the arrival of the alien. He looked over the Bothan briefly, before grimacing. He didn't look like a politician, and he sounded more like a low rate pirate than a senator. The tone the 'senator' chose to use when addressing the councilor was bad enough, and Corin had restrain himself from educating the senator.

Still, he had things to do. He briefly looked at the senator again, his mask staring coldly for a moment, before he turned and walked out of the bridge, the other Sith following suit. He made his way to the hangar, where he boarded a retrofitted civilian shuttle. It quickly lifted off, taking him down to the surface of the world below.

 

[Yidhra]

1
Location: YAVIN IV > Jungles
[member="Vraukt"]

A slave laden with equipment staggered past her and down the ramp. His foot caught on a rock hidden beneath the sprawling vines. He landed flat on his face – the precious instruments went flying into the air.

Sharp as ever, Yidhra snapped her fingers moments before the technology would shatter into a million pieces on the ground. She lowered it gently the rest of the way, whereupon other servants clambered to pick it up. Her expression, however, looked far from pleased. The human was scrambling to his feet when the Pureblood advanced upon him, fearsome despite her limp.

Wide-eyed, he slammed his dirty knees into the underbrush and fell prostrate before the Sith. “My life is yours, Lady Dottash,” he croaked, voice muffled by the grass in his mouth.

She let out an undignified snort. “It wasn’t before?” His only response was the tensing of the muscles in his back, taut as a string over the bony harmonica of his ribcage. “Get up, slave. This was your last mistake.”

Chin low, the human found his footing again. Yidhra pointed him towards the buzzing, tight-knit jungle ahead. He couldn’t move forward fast enough – an environment as dangerous as Yavin was reduced to a beach-side vacation compared to the wrath of a Pureblood.

 

[Ao Xian]

Yavin IV, the Gordian Reach​

"No," came a rumbling reply from a large curl of striped fur in the middle of the tent.

Her tail flicked and one golden eyes opened to regard [member="Kala Maedrin"].

The sheer greenness of Yavin IV clearly agreed with the girl. Of course, Kuraii might be biased. Because she knew it agreed with her. While the Trianii didn't have any particular memories associated with her homeworld, she had always been more comfortable in lush scenery. The smell of decaying leaves, the drip drop of an afternoon rain shower, the alternating shade and light sliced into a million lines across the forest floor.... places like this were the closest she ever felt to what others described as 'home'.

The great cat yawned and started to stretch. Her ears flicked in irritation as the sides of the tent arrested the joyously languid motion, and she shook her head with a huff. Padding out of the enclosure as Kala made way, she stood up to her full height and stretched high into the morning sun. A contented rumble filled the top of her chest.

They had scouted out the location of one of the temples Locks had suggested the previous afternoon, but it had been far too late to do anything about it then. Now however, they had the entire day ahead of them, and Kuraii was well rested and fed. She was ready to do just about anything.

She glanced at the sun, barely above the tree tops, and back at her friend.

"You could have woken me sooner," came the gravely yawn, white teeth flashing in the morning light.

 

[Kratacos]

1.
[member="Yidhra"]
Yavin IV > Jungles

Since Korriban, Yidhra, the Pureblood female and Vraukt had been a good team at clearing out the Korriban Academy where they had first met. On this day on a world where Freedon Nadd had brought his forces once upon a time, the two had teamed up again. The young male didn't sport any armour besides the heavy black cloaks that were typically worn by him, masking his appearance overall form as he stalked down the ship, muc more nimbly than one wouldve thought a being of his size could.

A slave tripped, falling to the ground before them, and the equipment he had been carrying was caught by the crimson woman. His gaze swept over to her as she gave her punishment. He would travel into the jungles alone, for he had better chances alone and in the wild of Yavin IV than he did with the woman.

There was a low grunt from Vraukt, his orange hued orbs glowing in the depths of the hood he sported.

"Direct me on a path, and I will clear it of obstacles for you - You will be unhindered." Vraukt said in a manner that suggested truth, the sort of finality that came with a mixture of confidence and absolute loyalty... Though to who?

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Location: Gromas (Orbit), The Tyrant
Post: 1 / 20
Nearby: [member="Vrak Nashar"], [member="Corin Zanith"], [member="Dilbert Zambino"]
Objective: Words, and the people they can hurt

Antherion scoffed when he heard the name Tyrant. It was imposing, to be sure. It was flashy, and it accurately described what was carried around on it from war zone to war zone, but it was so... tasteless. Pick something poetic, something majestic, heroic, and let the stories carry about of how the Vindicator shattered the tyrannical blockades of the Jedi, or how Salvation saved the lost battle by swooping in from hyperspace as if on angel's wings.

It made his sense of poetic justice just wither, even knowing justice was only revenge condoned by society.

He stood at a slight distance, regarding the Lord Nashar. As usual he was terce. Decisive. He admired that, but also was apprehensive of how little he had to work with in learning to read this man.

When the brash senator walked in, representing this 'Dominion' he had heard of, Antherion lit up with interest. "My lord," he said in the tongue of the Sith, "Let me handle this one. I have experience in Dominion space, and your focus must reside on the world that will be ours. Let me take the Bothan while you take the planet into our Empire's loving embrace."

 

[Arage Bao]

She followed [member="Kuraii"] outside and stretched a little bit herself.

Times under Locks had improved both of them, both in a physical as well as the mental sense. Their bodies growing stronger as actual food was given to them mixed with regular physical exercise that was focused on strengthening their bodies, instead of breaking their resolve. There was a distinct difference between hard labor for the sake of hard labor and focused attention towards their bodies and how to improve them.

It wasn't strange, then, that Kala liked the exercises... even if they left her a sweaty wreck at the end of them.

"No?" She retorted after having enjoyed the rays of the sun on her skin. It felt good to be clean, to not have dirt and mud caked to her skin. It revealed the scarring, but the Devaronian didn't mind... they were the symbols of their labor and their survival.

Proof that slavery did not break them.

"You would probably have bitten my hand off, remember last time?" A little joke, before she brushed past Kuraii and started to gather up their packs. They would need to carefully balance between too much supplies (which would be cumbersome) and too little, which could be a problem, if they ended up in a situation where they had need of something... but didn't have it.

"Slept well?"

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Gromas
The Tyrant [3/20]
[member="Dilbert Zambino"] | [member="Antherion"]

For a moment Vrak said nothing.

The Pureblood wasn't particularly all that jazzed about having a Senator from the Dominion waltzing in here. The man had been invited onboard of course, but he hadn't exactly been welcomed here on Gromas, though of course neither had Vrak and The Resurgent Empire. He considered for a moment, glancing towards Antherion as he made the request.

The young Knight was experienced in diplomacy, at least as far as any Sith could be, and so far he had proven to be quite valuable. Vrak had been watching his movements through half a dozen ways since their original meeting on Malachor. The Pureblood considered in silence.

"Vrak Nashar." He spoke to the Senator first. "Councilor."

He needn't reveal exactly what he was Councilor of, though the Senator could figure it out by asking most anyone.

"What can I help you with Senator." He motioned for Antherion to stand by his side. For the time being he wanted to hear what the man had to say for himself, if this evolved into more advanced diplomatic talks he would allow the Sith Knight to take the reigns.

 

[grammaticus]

Corin sat in a rather uncomfortable chair, his legs propped up on a rather cheap desk, in what could only be considered a rather shabby office. He had removed his normal attire, the armor and cloak would have stood out in this task. Instead, he wore a regular business attire, and it felt very...weird. He missed the weight of his armor, the shadows his cloak cast. Civilian clothing was just not his thing. However, everyone had to make sacrifices sometimes.

Across from the desk, the door to the office opened, and two large men, with numerous scars and cuts across their bodies escorted a third being in. The rodian was shaking, his odd eyes snapping this way and that, looking for a possible escape. It was pitiful, and revealed a rather cowardly character beneath. The shaking knees didn't much help either. Corin let a smile come to his face, trying to do his best to reassure the man.

"Chen Cho, you don't need to worry. I mean you no harm in the slightest. In fact, I have a offer for you that you will find desirable." Rising from the desk, Corin waved his hand at the two bruisers, who quickly exited into the hallway outside, pulling the door closed behind them. Once they were alone, Corin reached into a open drawer and pulled out two cups, placing them on the desk. "Now, your company, Fixture Robotics, was it? Right, your company is rather small at the moment. Lots of bigger companies stifling your growth, and pushing you close to bankruptcy. I know that struggle my friend, and I want to help." He poured a cheap brandy he had found earlier into the two cups, offering one to Chen Cho. The rodian hesitated, before Corin drank his own cup.

"Now, I want to see Fixture Robotics make its way up in this world. And I am willing to do what it takes to get you there. I will be in contact with you, very soon." The two spoke for a little while longer, before Corin allowed him to go on his way. The moment the door closed behind Chen Cho, Corin let the smile fall from his face. He hadn't smiled that much in a long time, and his face was sore from the effort. He made his way back around to his desk, taking a seat once more.

He actually didn't care much about Fixture Robotics. What he wanted was Chen Cho, a very weak, malleable pawn. He could break him easily enough, and then use his company as needed. With a few accidents here and there, Fixture Robotics rivals would be facing issues, and they would fill the power vacuum. A long term plan, to be sure but one that Corin was sure would work, as long as there was no outside issues.

 

[Ao Xian]

Yavin IV, the Gordian Reach

"No. Still asleep. And, well, the galaxy is unflinching in it's response to those who wake someone up unnecessarily," she replied with a wide, toothy smile.

Of course, she rarely smiled at [member="Kala Maedrin"]. Mostly because in the Trianii is wasn't a friendly expression. When the great cat smiled, it was usually a threat. A show of teeth, not a show of friendship. In this case however, it was jokingly meant, and her face returned to a more neutral visage momentarily. There were other ways Kuraii showed pleasure and congeniality.

"But this time, it would have been justified," she admitted with a rumble.

Despite her inclination to simply sling Kala's pack over her own shoulder, she refrained, letting the girl navigate the weight herself. Kuraii was undoubtedly the physically stronger of the pair. Unlike on Korriban, however, Kala was no longer one step away from collapse. She had strengthened, in smaller steps than Kuraii, but being taken in by the mysterious Locks meant that the feline was better prepared to accept Kala carrying her on 'weight' in cases such as these. There were still things that one of them could do that the other could not, but carrying a pack? While it would be a negligible extra weight for Kuraii, Kala carrying her own pack was important both for her physical training as much as her self-esteem.

The two were partners, after all.

"Very well," she purred, a slow wink of great golden eye as the two set off into the brush. "Still asleep after all."

As they walked, Kuraii adjusted her pack after a few minutes. By altering the tightness and removing one of the straps with a casual slice of a claw, she found a way that it would be just as comfortable to wear standing upright or on all fours.

She led the way through the undergrowth with the girl not far behind. She didn't cut a path, instead leading the way in a slightly meandering manner, moving with the patterns of the forest toward their destination. They left a minimal trail in this fashion. Though Kuraii wasn't expecting anyone to be following them, it wasn't ever really a conscious decision to be wary.

 

[Arage Bao]

It must have been an amusing sight to see Kala throw the pack over her shoulders and tighten the clasps.

Size being what it was it made the little Devaronian look like a waddling duck with an enormous burden on her shoulders. But strangely enough she did really mind at all, the weight was not oppressive as much as it was a constant reminder of her improving strength. A couple of months ago trying to carry the pack would have forced her to eat dirt and crawl, but now?

Now it was more than doable, even if she needed a little break every once in a while during their track through the jungles. It didn't help that - even though it seemed as natural as breathing for [member="Kuraii"] - for her it was increasingly complicated to get through the thick forestation.

"The jungle looks pretty." Kala stated after her third break, where she was heavily leaning against the tree and breathing with deep breaths. "But I wish it was easier to navigate."

A little bit of jealousy was afforded as the little girl eyed her friend's limber physique.

At least one of them had an easy time here.

 

[Neesa]

[member="Sorvae Sunfell"] [member="Vraukt"] [member="Yidhra"]

The silence was broken by the atmosphere buffeting the small shuttle. The candles flickered in the dark hold as the forces acting on the craft cut through the inertial dampeners. Each carved out a circle on the floor. Each opened up a little window to an intricate pattern of runes that seemed to cover the entire floor.

A flicker of the light caught the ragged hood of the slight figure at the centre of the light. The silhouette shifted and pale, slender fingers appeared from within the robes. They came up to the hood and pulled it back, milky white skin seemed out of place here. Neesa looked up, seemingly annoyed at the intrusion. Even when something disturbed her plans that could not be stopped such as this she would still rage against it.

She bottled it away and looked back down. It wasn't the meditation of a Jedi. She sought not control, nor inner peace. The emotions were layers, fear was ice in her veins and anger fire in her heart. They were power.

The next judder knocked two candles over. A hand came back up and all the flames were snuffed out. They would be on the ground soon anyway.



The grass was still rippling from the thrusters as Neesa dropped out of the hold. There were several ships gathered in the clearing. A familiar presence stood beside another pureblood, this one a six foot male. Not a massassi though. Garbed in forest green cloaks rather than the usual mottled greys she stalked in that direction.

 

[grammaticus]

Corin stood in the shadows of the back alley, three large bruisers behind him. Overhead, the constant flow of speeder traffic gave a constant hum to the world below. Dozens of hab blocks lined the streets as well, with many different species of aliens going in. The days work shifts were just ending, and Corin had planned this little operation for just this time.

Down the street a short ways off, a large factory puffed trails of smoke into the air. It was the target of tonight's operation. It belonged to Morgan Industries, a small company at the moment, but a key supplier of speeders and energy to the surrounding areas. It was also currently fighting a economic battle to buy out Fixture Robotics. Such a thing was not ok for Corin's plan to succeed. They needed to be taught a lesson.

As the sun finally set, Corin turned his head to the bruisers waiting behind them, nodding. The three quickly took off down the street, sprinting across the light traffic, and coming to one of the many side doors. One of them pulled out a mallet, which he used to quickly break the simple lock on the outside. They entered the factory, and Corin watched, waiting for several minutes before the three came running back outside. They had barely made it across the street before explosions started to go off within the factory, shattering a few windows, and sending many on the street running in panic.

The detonations continued until an entire section of the roof collapsed, bringing down a wall face as well. Corin smiled as the small group turned and fled back. Fixture Robotics didn't have much competition anymore it seemed.

 

[Placeholder 06]

Most men would have been a little intimidated when dealing with two Sith Lords. Well, two lords as far as Dilbert knew. He just assumed all Sith held the title of Lord - made perfect sense to him. The Bothan peered up at Vrak with beady little eyes, and began to pull at the long tuft of fur that served as his beard. Those eyes then drifted over to [member="Antherion"], though the senator said nothing for a time. To most, it would have seemed awkward. To Dilbert, it most certainly felt very awkward.

"Well, I'll be straight with you Mister Councilor." he stopped pulling the beard. Claws went into his pockets, fingers pawed at the keys to his speeder. "My compatriots and I are wondering as to what your intentions are. We've heard reports of a group of Sith getting their bearings out here on the old Sith worlds, and I'm not one to operate on rumors. I like to look a man in the eyes before I come to any judgements - well, eh, look him in the mask in this case." Dilbert scratched the top of his head, furry brow furrowing.

"Fact of the matter is that we dunno what y'all are up to out here. Is this another reclamation of the Sith Empire? Are you just securing your ancestral worlds to preserve your heritage?" Dilbert's tone was entirely diplomatic, curious even. The short, portly little monster of a man was certainly not much of a smooth talker, but he wasn't the type for beating around the bush either.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]