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[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link
Borrowed stun gauntlets

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His swinging punch was caught mid arc and Naami felt himself held in place, then pushed slightly back while he watched his opponent begin to float in reverse on her trajectory. His forehead mostly felt fine but he could tell her headbutt had landed true and managed to cut his left left eyebrow slightly. The girl screamed and he might have answered the call but he realized her new ire was directed toward the interloper. Naami turned his glare from her onto the blond boy instead but simmered down when the gauntlets were deactivated.

Naami narrowed his eyes as Iskendyr Yvarro preened and fussed, explaining the deal he proposed. The guy had a way about him that was fancy alright and it was apparent even without his offer of payment that he came from wealth. The zabrak reclaimed further control of himself as Micah spoke, it was nice actually to hear his friend talk about a loose understanding of his culture. But had his sour mood been that noticeable? For the boy to mention that the promise of a fight had brought such a noticeable change in him.

Self reflection was cut short by Maiza Vex speaking up after Micah, and her correction of assumptions made about their scuffle or zabrak culture in general. She earned a glance filled with begrudging respect and a mirrored nod, the silent acknowledgement that they'd settle this another time. He'd really called her that, hadn't he? Used the mother tongue to hurl such a grave insult. Well, she had it coming for treating his friend that way…

Finally he had enough of the yammering back and forth. With a roll of the shoulders and clenching of gauntleted fists, he gruffly interjected and made an effort to verbally spar the newcomer. Naami moved to follow Micah tol Powl as he spoke, like an overly protective guard dog.

"I'm Naamino Zuukamano, this is Micah. I think she's called Maze?" He shot her one more glare but genuinely seemed to be trying to get her name right.

"Sounds like an interesting offer. I'm open to it." His voice was cast low and broody, in part surely because of recent events, but also likely due to him feeling more guarded around the newcomer.
"And the stun-gloves aren't overkill if you remember this was an active war zone not so long ago."

Naami grumbled the last bit as he turned to take a look at the section of wall Micah had indicated earlier. He tested his strength on part of the twisted wreckage to see if pulling it back through mundane means would be possible. There was a faint creak while the muscles of his neck and shoulders rippled. But no, it was most certainly a job that would require either finesse with tools or supernatural strength.

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Iskendyr listened to the back-and-forth with a casual air, his eyes shifted in color to an amber-hue filled gaze shifting from Micah to Maiza to Naami with the practiced calm of someone who knew how to navigate delicate situations. His smile, though, never quite reached his eyes as he processed the chaos around him, and his voice slid smoothly into the conversation like a warm knife through butter.

"Well, Maiza, I'm flattered that you think me a 'pretty boy,' but I'll save you the heartache—there's plenty more where that came from," he teased with a lazy wink, his charm fully on display. "I suppose I could let you fight it out," he added, turning to Maize, "but as someone who understands pride and honor, I have to say I'm more of a 'let's live to fight another day' kind of guy. No sense in getting ourselves killed over a few bruised egos, hmm?"

He turned his attention to Naami, who seemed less than impressed with the conversation. His voice dropped to a more deliberate, smooth tone. "Naamino Zuukamano, is it? A name as strong as you, I can appreciate that." He paused, giving Naami a knowing glance, then tilted his head slightly, as if sizing him up. "The offer stands, of course. But if you'd prefer to work that wreckage out yourself, I'll just have to save my credits for a more… peaceful endeavor."

He let the silence hang for a moment before addressing Maiza again, a flicker of a grin tugging at his lips. "As for the 'half-breed' remark, well, we've all been there. Nothing like a little verbal sparring to spice up a dull day. But just for the record, I don't 'buy friends'—I invest in connections. There's a difference, if you're interested in learning it. But you're welcome to take those credits for your trouble. Perhaps you'll find better use for them than the pride of an insulted Zabrak."

Iskendyr's boots clicked sharply against the ground as he stood with his back straight, his posture a mixture of Imperial command and the arrogance of someone who knows his worth. The fabric of his cloak fluttered slightly as he shifted his weight, his amber eyes gleaming with a touch of calculated amusement as he studied the trio before him. His voice rang out, low and commanding, with a hint of smooth charm that softened the edges of his words, making them impossible to ignore. Iskendyr snapped his fingers, "but where are my manners."

"Iskendyr Yvarro," he introduced himself with an almost imperceptible bow, his tone tinged with the authority of someone who expects their name to be recognized.

He glanced at Naami and Maiza, his gaze cool but calculated as he lifted his hand with a deliberate flick of his wrist. With a subtle thrum of magnokinesis, he released the force holding them in place. He did it with the air of one who's used to commanding the space around him—his fingers barely moving but carrying the weight of authority. His eyes briefly flickered to their forms as they were freed, his unspoken command lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

With a final, almost too charming smile, he gave them all a look, lingering just long enough to let the tension simmer without letting it boil over. "Now, shall we focus on surviving this mess, or shall we continue with the 'honorable' bickering?"

Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl | Maiza Vex​

 

[Oleander Webb]

WEARING: X
WIELDING: X | X
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Adeline Noctua | Credius Nargath

<< “If he moves against us, the galaxy would not miss him.” >>

Easily done. A hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of Oleander's lips. The duplicitous nature of those around him would never not be amusing to the Anzat. Not to mention, it did well to fill his pockets and belly.

His eyes slipped closed as he settled further into his seat once the shuttle began its descent. Normally, he wouldn't be bothered by the promises of complications the mission briefing had presented. This time, assuming the reports were to be believed, it would do for Death to be extra prepared, especially with a new arrival he may have to take care of.

Once the boarding ramp touched ground, Oleander was close behind the Wolf, much like, well, a shadow. The Anzat's own shadow seemed longer than usual amongst the cold light that encompassed them, as if already affected by the energy that permeated the large ship. Oleander inhaled deeply as he took stock of his surroundings, belly all but rumbling as he honed in on both the soup around him and something far more rich beyond. And then, another presence of the soup variety, making its way towards them.

"Incoming," he offered mere moments before the monstrous Sith revealed himself from the shadows, still granting the newcomer the dramatics of their enshrouded appearance. He had to admit, the proximity the Sith Lord had reached before Oleander had caught wind of him was impressive, especially with the looming droids following in his wake. The newcomer was no less impressive in height. Had Oleander been a particularly self-absorbed individual, he may have bristled at the vertical comparison.

He ignored the request for introductions. If Gerwald Lechner saw fit to give their names, that would be up to him (the question was directed toward the Wolf, after all). Instead, his cool gaze honed in on the armored figure with a neutral expression. "What more can you tell us of this place?"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Episode VI: Last Taungsday Night
Naamino Zuukamano Maiza Vex Iskendyr Yvarro
[ lightsaber ] [ field com ]

The cat just looked between the trio as the Imperial-looking teen tried to smooth things over with the two hot-heads.

All of which was well and good, except they were getting nowhere at the moment. "Yes, well," the cat commented, gesturing toward the wreckage of the Alliance ship beside him. "About those databanks..?"

Were they doing this? Were they not doing this? Was he just going to have to try carving into it with his lightsaber? Because that was going to take a bit. Lightsabers could cut through many substances with ease. Chrome-plated durasteel hull plating? That would take awhile. A long while.

Plus, if they were going to salvage the chromium for credits, taking it apart in sheets would likely be preferable to melting it down on top of duranium that was just going to devalue the resulting alloy.

"If databanks were what you came for, I suspect data on an Alliance bio-computer would get you serious recognition."

He could get the credit for it, so far as the cat cared. All he really wanted it for was the possible alchemical applications. Not to mention, it'd make a fascinating case study. His professors would likely even be intrigued.

 

[Lord Dvasius]

Lord Dvasius and his men stood ready to step into the tangled woods, then for a second hesitated and stepped back. He heard the sound of engines approach. No need to command the men to turn and face to attack. It was close enough now it would have killed them if it was an enemy craft. It got closer till it's shadow flew over them. Looking at it as it passed he relaxed in realizing he was right. A drone. He knew this model. Some Tsis-Kaar used them. Dvasius didn't he preferred to rely on the Force and his senses than on machines. The thing flew right in front of him in the direction he was heading, stopping in the forest clearing before them. "What's it doing?", he thought to himself.

It spun around away from them, then took aim and started firing with it's guns in different directions. It was hard to hear the screams of dying insurgents over the guns, but they were definitely there. "Huh.", The Sith Lord Thought to himself, stepping back a bit and processed the situation. It was odd. He didn't call for reinforcements, but they'd come anyway, even in a minor fashion. What else had he not noticed?

That question was soon answered when he heard sounds of another engine in the distance farther, but coming in much faster. This time he his men turned to track the vessel. The imperials pointed their blasters up at an angle towards it. Dvasius started walking backwards while staring up behind him attentively at the craft. He positioned himself behind the two rows of soldiers that were directly behind him before. If his men were distracted with what was forward and not behind, he wasn't gonna get shot while they all looked on. No shots came as the drone dealt with that direction. As the ship flew closer he could tell this was also a Sith/Tsis-Kaar allied craft. He relaxed a bit then suddenly tensed as he sensed something. At the rear of the formation the bright orange light of fire, turned into black smoke as mean died, some screamed while others were torn in pieces or otherwise too quickly dead to make any sound or react at all. Explosions, followed by blaster fire and continued shouts or screams of battle. It was an ambush and pincer between two enemy forces.

How had he not sensed this, Dvasius thought as he moved toward the fire and death to do his job and lead what idiots he could out of this alive. Perhaps he hadn't sensed any danger because there was none. The ally ship was getting even closer. It appeared they would have help and it might still be any easy day and an easy win. At least he hoped. He was rarely wrong about these things, but sometimes the Force could abandon a person and leave them to die. He wouldn't let that be him. A Sith Lord and former apprentice to one of the greatest Sith and Master of Sith Assassins and spies, Darth Ophidia wouldn't die in such a pathetic way on such a pathetic planet to such pathetic beings. The Tsis-Kaar will teach them the lesson they should have learned when this planet got devastated the last time. The Sith are to be obeyed and feared. The strong survive. The strong rule. The weak submit and serve or die. It's obvious their choice is made.

Omon Kaa / Darth Diem
Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Brain Stew
Tags: Micah tol Powl | Naamino Zuukamano | Iskendyr Yvarro | Open

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Maiza watched the three of them from her perch, still not exactly sure what to think. There was Naamino, though she was willing to put off their confrontation for the moment an alliance would be tense at best. Micah seemed aloof more into the scrap and what might be found within the junk than what was going on around him. Iskendyr had a slick tongue like a used space yacht salesman using words as a bribe and to tangle you in a mind soup to pay more for less.

There were, however, credits on the line, any good pirate or the child of a couple of them knew better than pass up easy credits when offered. As Naami moved to introduce himself and the others Maiza shift to her side off her perch flipping to the ground landing on her feet. She winced slightly as she did so, though most of her wounds had healed from the race she still had aches and pains in her bones and muscles from it.

"Bah, he wouldn't have killed me. I have been through worse than getting hit by a shock glove and survived." She blew the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes out of her face as she spoke. "As for heartache lucky me I was born with a spare, can't break two hearts at the same time." She smirked and returned him the wink.

"Maiza Vex, but Maze is fine." Addressing Naamino, it was one name a few people use to call her, so it didn't bother her to be called it. She turned back to Iskendyr and his comments on the insults and investment. "I like credits, I'm always interested in earning more. Yet if it's teaching me the ways of the silver tongue, you might find out brute force isn't my only talent it's just the one that works best on thick heads." She side eyed Naamino as she said it.

"Iskendyr it….nah pretty boy just sounds better." She then looked around at all the junk on the ground and what Micah was looking at and threw. As the little cat spoke of databanks, though Maiza knew very little about bio-computers other than they existed, she did know one possibly useful thing. "If that's what you are primarily looking for I would say the more useful ones would be near the bridge or engine room." Though getting to those locations might be a bit difficult and there was no telling what damage those sections had taken.

"Be nice if we had some acid tools, like charges or rifle make taking durasteel apart a lot easier." She was a child of a pirate after all she knew some quick ways of dismantling a ship to take things of value plus it would be an easy way to get through shield doors to the sections where the databanks might be.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

Their Shikkar corvette was close enough to see dancing of colors between the branches of the tall trees in front. It seemed the Locust unmanned Starship started to fire on to the insurgence.
However, Omon noticed that mix of these lights were much stronger then that of a small assassination weapons he left on the drone, to make her faster and more agile.
No.. this was fuel being lit on fire, mix of blasters with many colors and plasma diameters.


"They are well armed.. for a 'mob'."
he thought, as they could finally see the Lord Dvasius , with several rows of troopers in defensive positions.
While unknown number of troopers were already within the trap of the insurgence, and their fighting was the rainbow of colors they seen on the approach.

His Jaegissary commando pilot and co-pilot knew their job well, right away they started to perform quick speed decrease, as the flaps on one side of the ship sprawled like bunch of slim arms, grabbing in to air. Other side was left bare. And in that way, the slim, but still big corvette, started to rotate itself to its side, mid air. Right above the heads of the Sith Inquisitor on the ground.

Moment the ship started to drift in to half circle.. the cannons opened up, firing thick green plasma on to the insurgence.

"Contact, contact, contact! Stern Shields lowered, portside firepower at maximum." co-pilot proclaim, as the ships armaments torn earth, tree branches and flesh.

Omon observed it proudly, small smirk appearing under his masked face.

Just before he was about to compliment the maneuver.. half torn body, ay torso, of a Sith officer, hit their cockpit glass. Blood and guts splattered all over the clean surface.
If he had to be honest, this did threw him off balance for a moment.

As the pilot cursed, Omon looked down with his inner eye, as much as his two eyes. Seeing non other then the third target from their list!
Ekrem, the 'Death Wish'.

(by tstuckel)

Huge Besalisk held the other half of the officer, in one of his four hands. He threw him up good 25 meters. And accurately. Sith in him was glad this encounter occurred.

"Master! That's the target! Aren't orders to execute him publi.." captain of his commandoes started to point out the quandary. But Omon cut him short and started walking toward the side exit.

"At least now I understand how they followed a Sith inquisitor without him noticing. Their leader fought us before.
That is why they were in smaller groups of 5 to 10 people. Masking their force signature and numbers with all the rest of survivors and civilians." he stood at the exit, checking his saber, vibro-blade, and long distance weapon, then gave command "I need his companions alive, so do what you wanna do.. but they must see him fall. Open the side doors! Five, with me."

The pilot obeyed right away, and gush of polluted, smoke filed air, hit the inside of the ship.

Darth Diem jumped down, from some 20 meters, while his 5 men used jetpacks hidden by the ragged backpacks. He force pushed himself, so that he land right next to his Inquisitorial colleague.

Darth Dvasious seemed calm, undoubtably recognizing Diem's force signature, as 'one of his own'.
The comlink chatter suddenly activated on Omon's glove, as his Jaegissary sliced in to the troopers frequency with ease, from this distance. Young Sith removed his 'cosplay' helmet, and toss it on the ground beside him. Looking at the Darth beside him with his peripheral vision.

He could see enemy soldiers, 25 out of 50 which survived his corvette's attack, being hit in to their knees, upper thighs, shoulders.. his commando's doing their best to leave him an 'audience'.

"Darth Dvasius, I assume from the sector you are in. I am Darth Diem, your fellow High Inquisitor." they both ignited their sabers and deflected several incoming bolts "I didn't have your Inquisitorial frequency, to warn you. So I had to get creative with the drone." he pointed above them, in to the overheated Locust.

On their eyes, the slick but still big drone, was hit directly with a huge cleaver looking spear. They both had to jump to side, as the droid fell down on top of them.
One who took it down, was of course, the 'Death Wish'. Omon's commandoes fire few shots in to him, aiming for ankles and shoulders, to just try and weaken him a bit, but the thing jumped in to the air almost like a force user. Landing on to one of the wounded troopers, and shanking his eye-duraplastic with 2 tin knives, holding him by the neck with upper hand.

"And that lovely thing is the reason why they managed to track you, I assume. And why I haven't obliterate them all with my ship blasters. He is one of my Missions. He needs to be killed publicly, and by a Sith.. reason why my men are making most of these pathetic bunch roll on the ground in pain, as they legs are blown away."

Omon smiled at the fellow inquisitor, spin his red saber in a circle around his wrist, then speak while taking steps forward.. "I thought, better you owe me a favor, then for me to ignore it. And now look.. my assignment is here to finish him! Force serves me well.." the ground burst in the small explosion, as Omon force-pushed himself forward, his crimson blade by his lower side. He evaded few blaster, by duck and slide, without slowing down, then used his carbine rifle with free hand, to shot an enemy in front of him, in to the ankle. Blowing his center of balance.
Ragged insurgent fell down on his knees, just in time for Omon to use his shoulder as a jumping point.

Execution was flawless, he could hear man's spine crack from the force of his push, flying right in to the Ekrem the Death Wish.. he pointed his saber forward, placing end of the hilt in to his free palm. Ready to use very powerful stabbing technique, which would melt the targets heart.

"Die dog!" .. victory was his.



He knew what had happened, but still, he was processing it in slow motion.. The Basalisk banta, used his right upper hand, to be the 'meat' which the saber will stab. And saber or not, this did slow his momentum down.. the green blood splashed his face, as the hilt went in right to the huge creatures fingers. He did not make a sound.
His lower right hand however, also moved, without Omon seeing it.. it moved when he jumped, meeting Omon's body with a powerful.. probably most powerful punch, he ever received.

As all this played out in his head in slow motion, he was flying backwards in normal speed again. Last he could see of Death Wish, was his lightsaber melting its way through creatures forearm and part of bicep.

Captain of his commandoes, ignited his jetpack, and threw himself in to the Omon's path, slowing him down a great deal, before they both ended up on their backs. Right beside Lord Dvasius.. where he just ran from not a second ago.

Sith tapped his elite troopers chest, as a thank you.. looking in to the inquisitor above him.

"aaatatata.. think he broke my ribs. No, I'm sure he broke my ribs, at least two." while growing in pain, he slowly stood up on one knee, then used his commando's hand to raise up fully.

The pain was piercing! He did not have the Sith armor under his clothes.. just some usual D class suit.

"Serves me right for wanting to look genuine.." he glanced at his comrade, and hope he realized that this big, forehanded freak, was not a typical 'warlord'. As proof, he took lightsaber in to his arm like its a needle.

"Kahm! Bogan curse it.." He spat blood from his mouth..

Embolden or enraged enemy, now started to run toward them. Extremely fast and agile for his damn size.

"Dvasius.. you don't tell anyone about this. And we are good, as far as owing goes." his back cracked, as he straightened up, and with it his broken ribs as well.

"I guess its a good thing pain gives power to us.. huh? Or this would really not be fun."
Their enemy was taking huge leaps forward, his upper arm dangling, cut in two halves, but his eyes were filled with ferocity and killing intent. His men, even wounded and in pain, started to cheer him on, already seeing the 100th or 1000th victory of Ekrem the 'Death Wish'.

It was bit insulting, that he actually believed, he can take out two Sith Lords.

Omon stood still, and observed, his commando captain raising the rifle, but Omon stopping him with a short glance.

Then look beside in to the fellow Inquisitor. His body posture was telling the same insulted story.. so Omon nodded, and spoke.

"I'll educate.. You decapitate." he would have liked to take his head himself, but he wasn't sure where was his saber.

The beast jumped five meters forward, holding huge clever in one hand, and butcher knife in other. His enormous feet landed just a meter away from the two Sith. Omon, still holding his ribs with one hand, extended the other one.. and let the burst of crackling lighting fill the space in front of them.

His rage toward this Besalisk, created dense stream of blue strings, screaming well around the target. Beast dropped its weapons, and his face twisted in to image of agony and pain which he hasn't felt till now. Darth Diem reduced the current on the left side.. leaving the clear room for Darth Dvasius to finish him.

Lord Dvasius Darth Malum of House Marr

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[Lily Rhodes]

Lily watched with fascination as he repeated the same as he had with the children, another bird sprouting to life in his hands before hopping to her shoulder. "More curious than envious." her hand lifted, fingers running over silken feathers. She'd half expected for them to pass through the raven, like the smoke he seemed to have been conjured from.

"Hello Cornix." she said softly, a low chuckle escaping her as the bird nibbled at her cheek. Her brown eyes shifted back to her cousin, the little bit of light he'd brought to them vanishing behind a scowl at his teasing. A roll of her eyes and a few quick steps and she'd caught up with him, slipping her arm through his.

"Keep dreaming, not only are you not my type, but you bounce between women so fast I'm surprised you don't have half a dozen bastards on your doorstep looking for money." Though the jape was light in tone, her expression was sad as they walked through the camp, her eyes drifting over the refugees as she tried to find words to begin the conversation she wanted to have.

"I was approached before the kaggath, by a Lord Credius," she began finally. "He was…vile, on so many levels. A walking corpse with no regard for life. Drained a man of life just for interrupting us." she paused, shaking the memory from her head "He wanted to teach me, in exchange for service to him but I refused his offer. Not sure If i made an enemy of him by doing so but…" she shrugged.

Their walk carried them from the camp where Malum's guard fell in around them wordlessly, Lily didn't seem to notice, her brow furrowed. "I keep seeing all the things that you tried to tell me sith weren't. Even in you at the kaggath. You killed a man you called brother…and for what? And then this…" she gestured around them at the ruined city.

"All destruction and cruelty, and it makes everything Darth Strosius said to me all the more real. That no matter where I look, the galaxy is full of torment and tyranny, there are monsters in every corner and I am powerless against them."

She came to a halt, unlinking her arm from his and turning to face him, her expression one of grim determination. "I don't want to be powerless anymore."

Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Shipwreck

Tag | Credius Nargath Gerwald Lechner Oleander Webb

But of course the message was understood, not many gave Adeline their trust.. At least not easily.

"An understandable conclusion, Mr. Lechner."

As the trio made it aboard the target, Adeline had no qualms about Gerwald's insistence on taking the first step.

"There must be all manners of interesting corpses here, with all that has happened here I feel a distinct grasp in the air.. The past scars still bleed, seeping a darkside influence not just in this place, but all that had once been."

Her eyes, more eldritch than man, could see the lingering suffering in the air. Dreams, ambitions, fervent hope. All was torn asunder, now but a wounded thought, a bleeding memory.

The chimes of bone hanging from the handle of her weapon gently sung a song, adding a firm reinforcement to her suspicion that something restless stalked this wounded place. ​

"Incoming,"

Her sightseeing would be halted for now, the woman keeping her faint grin as their supposed help had arrived.
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"Now...I believe we have met, Great Fenrir...but who might your companions be?"

"Darth Keres, or simply Adeline if you so prefer."

For either one of them it was easy for them to tell the other was kin, both vampiric monsters.

She gives a formal curtsey, keeping a refined yet smug spark about herself. The lady expected little by sharing her name, yet it would make for an interesting day if they knew the name.






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[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link
Borrowed stun gauntlets

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A little nonplussed and with pent up energy that had nearly been vented with a scrapyard brawl, Naami listened to continued conversation. His body craved action but he was attentive enough to follow the discussion and hopefully move them all along to action. Finally he found a gap to interject and took it, trying his hand at the rather suave demeanor of the new boy though with very mixed results.

"Like Micah said, let's get a look behind here yeah? I think you've got yourself a deal."

He cast a look over his shoulder and took a few steps away from the area indicated by Micah tol Powl so that Iskendyr Yvarro could show off some more. Then he considered Maiza Vex with less vitriol than before, a begrudging recognition that at the very least the girl had street smarts.

"Then yeah, if what we find back there shows any promise maybe we make our way toward an engine room or the bridge. Plan?"

The zabrak was checking in with them all but he definitely favored Micah's opinion the most - he also wanted to get a blasting move on. The boy took a few more steps, stooping to pick up the big scrap bag and hoisted it over his shoulder again, finishing his thoughts as he did.

"Oh and Iskendyr, if we're friends now - my friends call me Naami."

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
TAG: Oleander Webb | @Adeline Noctura | Credius Nargath

“He has always liked to make an entrance,” the Dread Wolf said of their guest.

The scene itself was something of a horror story. Had Gerwald not spent the better part of decade trying to free his mate from the clutches of the Nocna Mora, he may have been unnerved. He had seen many unnatural things which expanded his mind. Everything he had experienced in the years since leaving Stewjon had taught Gerwald he was not the most bizarre thing in the galaxy. There were things out there which did go bump in the night, every single one of them deserved the reputation of terror which they had earned.

Credius liked to behave as such, but recent encounters made the Wolf wonder if he had also become more than what he had been. The last they had met he was very much human in his appearance and mannerisms. Now he moved in shadow. His guard, the things which accompanied him, seemed designed to induce fear.

Gerwald nodded. He allowed the others to introduce themselves if they wished. Adeline did so. Oleander did not.

“This one is my shadow,” he said of the Anzat, “Death personified.”

Credius was not the only one who surrounded himself with an escort meant to bring about fear. The Dread Wolf did not think the Sith would be afraid of those who accompanied him, but at least they met on equal footing. It was the one thing they needed to maintain some form of civility in the moment.

He smiled.

“Also, what happened here? I have read reports, but you were here.”

 

[Credius Nargath]

Appearance: [X]
Equipment: [X][X][X][X][X][X][X] | Forces [X]
Ship: The Usurper
Tag: Gerwald Lechner | Adeline Noctua | Oleander Webb
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A deep breath from behind the mask, eyes of golden and crimson looking at those who had come to the same location, each of these individuals seemed to be special and unique in their own way, but nothing could deny the commonalities at least three of those present had. With his attention momentarily turning towards the Anzat, Oleander Webb when the Fenrir called him 'Death Personified', Credius couldn't refrain from letting out a somewhat hollow sounding hum, as if he had to take in this information with some effort. The introduction of the Wolf's other companion didn't come without some moment of acknowledgement either.

"I doubt there's any point in introducing my guards...but I am Credius Nargath, nothing more, nothing less," No Darth title, no Sith name...just his own name. Despite having all the regalia and honneurs to have and display both, he had long lost the desire or the use for either. There was no point in hiding behind titles when there was only one title that truly befitted this monstrosity that had emerged after a long slumber: The Lord of Hunger.

"What more can you tell us of this place?"

The abomination's gaze turned towards the Anzat, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left as if he was sizing up this one who the Fenrir had called 'Death Personified'.

“Also, what happened here? I have read reports, but you were here.”

"Hmm," It was rather interesting to see how both the Wolf and his companion were quite eager to know what had happened and what was the reason behind the emptiness, the absence of life in its entirety within this part of space. "What happened here was...the culmination of several rituals, each a piece in the puzzle of what you see here today. One sought to empower the tool that would break the veil between planes, another sought to weaken the veil between the planes and the last one wielded the very weapon to create a path for that which comes from beyond."

Raising his hand, a dark fog seemed to coalesce around the Lord of Hunger's hand, gently touching his armor, prodding at it, before being drawn into it and consumed indiscriminately. Small traces of what had been unleashed remained, Credius did not know where the being itself had wandered off at, but the few remaining slivers of this entity were quite the delectable treats and more importantly a source of knowledge and understanding, things to explore and experiment upon.

"When the veil was breached...despite the efforts of the Jedi to prevent his Majesty's machinations to come to fruition..." Taking a step closer, the abomination in the force raised his hand again, his middle finger pulling a bit backwards, pressing upon the palm of his hand and allowing a small hologram to be revealed, it was a recording, no longer than several seconds, but it showed enough: a tear was made into the very veil between planes and what seeped out of it was formless, lifeless, yet with such pressure that it even sent shivers across the back of many a sith and jedi present at that moment. "If you are Death Personified...that which came from beyond...was hunger, a hunger even greater and more terrible than my own, childish and curious, monstrous and mad... there were no screams, there was no pain, there was just hunger and madness."

Letting out a hollow sounding chuckle, Credius' head tilted again, his eyes piercing straight into those of Adeline Noctua before turning towards the Fenrir again. "It is not every day that one can feel such fear and such exhilleration all at once. Then again, those touched by the beyond...might actually know what I mean...don't you, Lady Keres?"

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Even though shorter than him, she caught up quickly, the feigned seriousness of his face giving way to a facsimile of a forced smile, "How you wound me so, my lady, I tell you I am the very picture of an honourable gentleman," His heart missed a beat as she spoke, how startlingly close she was to the truth of the matter he wondered if she would ever learn. It only added fuel to the fire of another topic... she did not know.

So how had Aureus and Caelia drawn a picture of her?

"Should I be worried that you do have a type?" He banished the thought away from him, as even despite his differing and wild thoughts, the difficulty in maintaining composure, a teasing shrill still protruded out from his voice, "What is it? I might need to keep a better eye on you if my young and innocent cousin is turning her gaze upon boys..." He paused for a moment, "...Or girls, if that is more to your taste." It was not exactly proper... but, he was hardly one to level judgement when it came to matters of propriety.

He kept the corner of his gaze upon Cornix as they walked, his smile growing a fraction firmer as without hesitation her arm came to rest looped in his. Considering the stab of guilt which still pained at the memory of the first time they had met, that they were now... this, was more than he could have ever hoped for.

Cornix cawed, the emotion he felt in his heart transmitting to his familiar, as it continued to nibble and snuggle into Lillian's cheek.

His pace grew noticeably slower, as the further words left her lips, "Lord Nargath..." He breathed out, more a hiss, as memories returned of the corpse on Echnos, his attempt to have this world for himself... last Malum knew, he would be operating with the fleet above orbit, how ironic indeed, "...He should know better than to be frightening maidens... trust he will not bother you anymore, lest he get on a Dark Councillor's bad side," No doubt he would need to speak to the corpse lord at soonest opportunity.

Even as Lillian did notice the presence of his Guard, he was quick to, regarding them voicelessly, as they delivered the same reception back to him. He swallowed the protrusion by his throat, as she continued to speak, "...This is not what the Sith are meant to be..." He spoke at barest whisper, his heart pulled at seams in different directions, "...As for I..." Another something to conceal from her... though he knew by now that she was not one to easily lie to, "...I did what was necessary for the good of us all... even as it may not appear so," He shut his eyes, hiding the red eyes from the world.

"...Even as I so hate it."

She stopped their walk, turning to face him.

So it had come to this, he opened his eyes, rubies staring into chestnuts, "...Do you intend to finally take me up on the offer I made on Alvaria?"

Lily Rhodes Lord Dvasius Omon Kaa / Darth Diem
Mentioned: Credius Nargath Darth Strosius

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

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Micah tol Powl | Naamino Zuukamano | Maiza Vex ​

Iskendyr stood with an air of practiced elegance, his polished boots glinting faintly in the scrapyard's dim light. He listened to the trio's exchanges, his gaze shifting between Micah, Maiza, and Naami. Each of them had their quirks—Micah's relentless curiosity, Maiza's sharp tongue, and Naami's simmering restlessness—but they were all useful in their own ways. At least for now.

The Cathar's mention of the databanks piqued his interest again, but it was Maiza's note about their likely locations and Naami's grudging agreement that sealed his decision.

"Bio-computers," Iskendyr mused aloud, his tone cool but intrigued. "Now, that's worth the trouble. If the Alliance was working on something that advanced, it'll be more than just useful—it'll be invaluable."

He glanced at Maiza, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "And for the record, Maze, if brute force fails, I'd be happy to lend my silver tongue for negotiations. Though you'll find I'm far better at dismantling obstacles than egos." He let the comment linger for a moment, his gaze flickering briefly to Naami before continuing.

"As for you, Naami…" Iskendyr's voice shifted, taking on a smooth, almost teasing lilt. "Since we're friends, I'll make sure to remember that. But you'll need to work on the charm—leave the brooding to me." He added a wink for good measure and turned his attention to the task at hand.

Without waiting for further debate, Iskendyr strode toward the indicated section of the wreckage. He rolled his shoulders back, his cape flowing elegantly behind him, and raised a hand. The air around him hummed faintly, metal fragments vibrating in response to his magnokinesis.

"Stand back," he said over his shoulder, the command edged with Imperial confidence. His outstretched hand moved in a fluid arc, and the jagged sheets of durasteel began to shift and groan. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled back the warped hull plating like the skin of an overripe fruit, revealing the scorched innards of the ship's substructure.

Once the plating was clear, a tangled mess of wires and broken consoles greeted them. Iskendyr stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the exposed interior. A flicker of blue light caught his attention—a faint pulse emanating from deep within the wreckage.

"There," he said, pointing to the source of the light. "That could be what we're looking for. But if it's still active, there might be security measures. Let's not get fried trying to retrieve it." He nodded, "right that'll be me too, give me a moment."

Iskendyr extended his hand again, this time letting a faint crackle of energy dance between his fingers. "I'll handle the power source," he said smoothly. "If this thing has any residual charge, I'll make sure it's safe to touch."

Electric arcs leapt from his fingertips, snaking into the exposed console. Sparks flew as he carefully siphoned off the remaining energy, controlling the flow with practiced precision. The blue light dimmed but didn't go out, and Iskendyr allowed himself a faint smile.

"Interesting. Whatever this is, it's still partially functional. Micah, Maze—either of you care to work your magic? Naami, you've got my back, yes?"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Episode VI: Last Taungsday Night
Naamino Zuukamano Maiza Vex Iskendyr Yvarro
[ lightsaber ] [ field com ]

The cat's eyes sparkled as the wreckage came apart.

This Imperial fellow was quite useful.

An array of holographic windows appeared in front of the boy, as he scanned the now exposed innards. "Silica, bacteria... looks like its essentially organoform circuitry in an algae bath."

Okay, novel. "Seems like it'd be a Bith to repair though..." the cat mused aloud, even as he began shuffling through different scans. How were the circuits still energized? Was it using a diatium power sup...

"Are you seeing this!?" the cat blurted out, new excitement taking over as he explained, "I think what you're holding is a microbial fuel cell!"

Okay, that? That was brilliant.

He was totally making a paper out of this.

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Brain Stew
Tags: Micah tol Powl | Naamino Zuukamano | Iskendyr Yvarro | Open

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She just smiked at Iskendyr's comment then watched him warped and peeled back the durasteel plating with his magnetic magick. Well she figured that worked as well as any acid would, she was so use to working with pirates this force stuff was new to her. Though she had to admit to herself Iskendyr would have made a great addition to her parent's pirate crew if they weren't all dead now. He had the tongue of a pirate and invaluable skills.

She sort of just stood back and watched as Micah and Iskendyr nerded out over the technical stuff. She understood none of it to be honest, she understood ships and ship parts in terms of value not what they could do necessarily. Though she was flattered when the pretty boy asked her or Micah to work their magic. A pry bar might work if they didn't care how damaged it was, but she just didn't say anything letting the cat take the lead.

"Biomechanical…." Though she didn't understand the tech of it again she understood the value. "Something like that would be highly sought after on the black markets." Granted that would be true of almost any part of a warship so it wasn't some big revelation. "I mean to say they are very rare finds, some even are self-repairable I have heard." She again had no idea how that would even work, maybe it had micro mechanical droids in it or something.

"Or it could be some bullshit my uncle Jaaren use to say." He would have been more useful to them than her on how shit worked or ways to repair it.

 

[Oleander Webb]

WEARING: X
WIELDING: X | X
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Adeline Noctua | Credius Nargath

If Oleander felt moved under the scrutiny of Credius' masked gaze, he gave no indication of such. He didn't have to prove himself to the likes of, well, anyone. As Death listened to the newcomer's explanation, he slipped out of the three-pronged formation, further observing the area around them. Scuff marks and blast burns from previous scuffles decorated the ground and other surroundings in ways that very much suggested a last stand (or multiple) had taken place very near their position.

In any other scene of similar nature, Death would breathe in what echoes remained. Here, however, the echoes were restless, unsettling. They stoked a fire in him that lay somewhere between annoyance of being thwarted on such a large scale and curiosity as to how it happened. Mortals and their rituals, always trying to meddle with things that weren't meant to be changed. A part of him had to admire the audacity.

"Oh, I know plenty of hunger." And of madness. Oleander had been all but ruled by them both not too long ago. Judging from the remainder of Credius' description, or the kinship that seemed to be shared between the taller one and Darth Keres, he was not alone in that regard either. It seemed they all had an air of predation about them, albeit each with different flavors, with Oleander a pendulum between the calculated control of inevitability and the maddened creature of the hunt.

"Six in a group may be a bit excessive." He mused, casting a glance at each of them in term, droids included. Splitting up also held its own issues, primarily as it relied on trusting the other parties, something he very much did not do. "Unless, of course, we're expecting mobs of restless spirits." His gaze lingered on Gerwald, a silent invitation to take charge.

 

[Lord Dvasius]

Dvasius was still focused on the drone hovering over the forest clearing. It did it's job and well, but it seemed it's service was coming to an end as it caught fire. Looks like it needed some help. The Sith Lord reached out with both hands and the grass and brush caught fire. It quickly grew to a raging fire. It started on top a large group of insurgents he sensed hiding inside the bushes of the forest clearing. Or it would have been a clearing if all the brush and bushes weren't there giving perfect cover for the terrorists. And there is went the fire consumed them with the insurgents. Some explosions went off as ordinance caught fire. They merged so it looked like one big explosion. The fiery flash of the detonation seemed to draw light away from everywhere else, making it look like night everywhere but where it was. If that hadn't killed them, the shockwave would've shattered bones and liquified insides. There was no possibility of escape and if there was it was being consumed by the fire as well. A second fire, seemingly from nowhere, came closing in from deeper in the forest. It would keep the other fire from going too far. A controlled burn that would only kill enemies until the clearing truly was that. Clear.

"That oughta keep them off our ass." The lord said, confidently as burning men screamed in agony behind him, "Focus forward. Crush them!"

Just then the incoming Sith ship finally settled over their heads, firing plasma bolts into the opposing force from it's guns. Dvasius smirked. This wasn't going to be as hard as it seemed. Clear now he was right why the force hadn't warned him. This fight was gonna be too easy to be dangerous. Just as he thought that he nearly paid for such arrogant thoughts when a blaster bolt came through the smoke. They'd seen him through a hole in the smoke cloud, as it moved like a living thing. Luckily he'd sensed it in time and sidestepped to the left so it passed a couple inches from his shoulder. His smile soured into a look of hate and Dvasius cursed in Huttese as he met such aggression with lightning. He didn't miss their heart, like they missed his. He rarely missed, when he was a mercenary using blasters or now, especially with his ocular implants. He couldn't. Booming thunder echoed through street.

Another explosion from up ahead then the beastly roar of some alien creature. Dvasius took a single step back, not in fear, but in surprise at such gall. Who does this alien think it is? Black smoke ducked down as wind blew past and he could see a four armed alien rip one of his men in half and throw one piece, then the other at his new Sith reinforcements and their ship. He felt a deeper anger rise inside of him. Not because he cared about the dead soldier, he did his job for the Sith imperium and had never mattered in the first place. Imperials were just slaves, fodder for the Sith. Most of them just didn't know it. But no, this was an insult to Sith supremacy and power in this system. That they believed they would and even could break Sith chains. No. And insult demanded being met with excessive force. A message needed sent that their place was on the ground before their new masters or in it.

Some time must have passed without him noticing in his anger. The Sith wasn't sure how he didn't get shot in those moments. His body instinctively dodged or blocked all shots with his lightsaber without him being conscious of it. Combination of the force, instinct, muscle memory, and of course his training. He came back to reality in time to focus on wondering if this ship was gonna do anything more or just float there like a good little target. As he looked up his question was answered. Another Sith jumped out from inside, landing what he thought was too close to him, with a handful of his own men, dressed in disguise of the insurgents. If his lightsaber didn't identify him, the fellow Sith's dark signature in the Force surely did.

Watching, he noticed his soldiers were avoiding kill shots and going for disabling shots in non-lethal areas. What was that about? Are they sympathetic cowards? Just as he was about to ask the other Sith who the kark he was, he answered before the other could say a thing. Typical Sith behavior, wasn't it? He said Dvasius' name then his own, but he'd gotten his rank wrong. Still no one of equal or lower should know his name, even in the organization. He'd been anonymous, except with his direct superior. Someone had messed up and forgotten to erase him from the roster. Another hunt for later.

"It's Lord actually. Good to meet you. Or at least good to see you. We were almost in trouble there. I didn't call for reinforcements, but I am glad it came anyway. Not entirely sure it was needed, but this'll be a lot easier now. Looks like we'll have an easy day on the job today."

He did appreciate efficiency and victory, as all Sith did. This would be both. What's he pointing at? Dvasius' eyes widened then he dodged to the side and put up a force barrier as the drone crashed down and exploded right on top of them. That was enough to survive and he put the barrier down. As he looked around all he saw was fire, smoke and twisted, melting durasteel. Ears still ringing he summoned the force to levitate large pieces of metal slamming some down in front of them to make cover and the others at the enemy. They'd spin toward them and crash down, but hadn't crushed the most important target.

The Sith Lord watched as the four armed basilisk thing killed another of their men in a way that again showed his unearned arrogance. Dvasius looked on with an unimpressed, even annoyed look on his face. His ash covered white hair blew in the wind at the sides of his face. He locked on with the implants in his eyes. Now no matter how the creature moved or where, they'd stay on him no matter what. He was ready for anything.

He kept looking on as his fellow Tsis-Kaar briefed him on the target and their new shared mission to kill him. It looked like he wasn't listening, but he was, though his eyes never moved or wavered, except with the target.

"Oh that's why they're screaming, instead of dying. I thought maybe your men were just stupid. Killed publicly, huh? Let's give them a show while they writhe on the ground then.", He said, smiling deviously at his fellow Tsis-Kaar.

The veteran assassin watched as his "fellow inquisitor" moved forward into the fray, "I wouldn't do that." he said too late, "Well kark. Here we go then."

The Lord looked on, almost impressed, as could be seen on his face. This guy reminded him of himself some years ago with that blaster rifle and how he used it. Not bad. Not enough either, he thought. Dvasius stood where Omon Kaa / Darth Diem left him, with his arms crossed. He watched his colleague make his way through enemy soldiers then engage the resistance leader. Coming at a target that big like that, that fast, probably wasn't a good idea. Once again he looked almost impressed as the creatures arm was cut up into a mess. It didn't even react. He casually stepped to the side, sensing danger coming. Seconds later Diem came flying in where he'd just been standing, protected and saved by his soldier.

"Told ya. Guessin' that really hurt," he joked with a light chuckle, "You still gonna be in this fight or you giving up?"

Dvasius stepped back again as his compatriot spat up a bloody cough, "Chit. Listen. I'd let you rest there, but big boy is coming. So get up... Yep. You probably should've worn something under there if you were gonna try being that thick in the chit."

Omon Kaa / Darth Diem proposed them being even if he didn't talk about him getting his ass whooped. He looked down, crouching down slightly, with his hands on his knees, and let out little, friendly laugh and said, "Deal."

"You think this is fun? This 'party' sucks."

He did find this creature's insolence just as insulting. Dvasius had been watching and learning about this animal's movements and how it fought. He was prepared to take it on, he thought, as it ran at him. When it got close enough he had a strange feeling like the force telling him don't move. He already had though, but pulled back on time to avoid the lightning that enveloped the beast. Looking behind them, he saw Diem directing the current through his fingers at the basilisk. That wasn't far off from what he was planning on doing himself. Looking back again, in case the creature attacked, he saw it drop it's weapons, clearly unable to do so. Now he really was impressed. This man was broken on the ground and still fighting, even saving his life.

Like Omon Kaa / Darth Diem said Lord Dvasius stepped in and activated his red lightsaber blade, spun around 360 degrees and cut its head off. It dropped to the floor, followed by the body. All the alien's men, the insurgence could see their leader dead on the floor and knew they were dead.

Looking back again at Diem Dvasius smiled and let out a short, light chuckle. He summoned his own captain to him. Surprisingly, he lived too. His new friend said they needed survivors to tell the tale, but he didn't say in what condition. How about screaming?

The young Lord so loved giving the order he was about to. Suddenly serious he gave the command as he stared down his captain, "Crucify them!"

Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

The zabrak was definitely a bit out of his league with all this tech talk. Force juju and the flex of powers therein? Fine. He could generally keep up. But he'd already come to peace with the fact that technology was not his forte. It did soften his expression a bit to see Micah tol Powl so excited about it though. That was good enough reason for this whole dumb trip to have happened.

Then there was the new guy. Naami supposed it didn't hurt he'd be paying them, gods knew he needed the credits, and a party could be good. Any opportunity to practice diplomatic engagement early in his military career was a good idea. He still wasn't sure about Maiza Vex and rankled a bit at their unfinished business, but also felt a bit of a kinship with her in the clear fact that she was just as clueless as him about what the big deal was.

Naami, you've got my back, yes?

“Mm,” came the gruff acknowledgment with a little tip of his chin.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

.."Left"..
.."Other left!"
..sound of a bolt gun echoed over his words. Followed by the screams of the rebel, nailed to the tree. Two meters from the ground.

Omon loved the idea. But logistics of it seemed a bit challenging, for someone who wasn't really planning on crucifying anyone that day.
The two Sith supervised their respective troop's, while they were lifting, and nailing enemies of the Empire.

Their collective idea was to make Sith symbol out of each of them. But with their knees, shoulders, and so on, being blown away.. they looked more like a..

"Badly written message.." one of his Jaegysarry commandoes said, completely random, while standing beside Omon.

He turned his head, and glared in to the soldier, emotionless. His Sith fiery eyes probably piercing through his soul.
"How about you go and get my destroyed Locust drone, on to the ship. Before I misspell you as well." trooper faltered backwards few steps, probably realizing he said it outload.

"Everybody got a cracking opinion.."

"Y.. Yes master!" sprinting away toward completely ruined drone. And asking for help of others to carry the damn thing back to the ship.

Omon didn't REALLY need to salvage it. But he be damned before leaving it for the peasants. Sith tech, is Sith tech.
With growl his gaze return forward, and then down, to the big lump of headless-forearmed meat. Just from looking at it, his ribs started to hurt again.

"My ribs, and my DRONE! You four armed Bantha!" he kick the dead body few times, but stopped after realizing it brought him no pleasure. Instead he took a small apparatus from his pocket, and stab the Death's Wish chest, taking the DNA sample. Bastard did show immense strength and will power. Maybe his DNA could serve Omon for something.

The screams and yelps continued, while both Omon and Dvasius yelled at them from time to time, to shut up. But it was in vain.

"Sir! Your lightsaber. I got it.." one of the regular troopers ran to Omon, with happy facial expression. Passing to him, his cherished lightsaber.
He send the soldier in the general vicinity of where he felt his cyber crystal.
Placing his saber to the side, he pull the cowl over his head.. Since he wittedly dropped his helmet somewhere.
Even though he was using basic facial changing methods, like he does on every Inquisitorial mission, he still felt the need to cover additionally, in the presence of other Sith Inquisitors.

After all, he still kept his gubernatorial identity secret from his Inquisitorial one. The 'Darth' and the 'Citizen' were rarely mixed in to one.

His lightly armored feet skipped the parts of chard trees, bodies, pot holes.. until reaching his Sith comrade's side of.. screaming trees.

He crossed his arms across his chest, and observed Dvasiuses men work. They were standing next to eachother.

"I guess we should be grateful they didn't pick Sith Empire Art, as their carrier paths." said as half joke, but half the truth too. From the mob on trees, maybe only every forth resembled something as a Sith Order emblem.

"In any case, they will live long enough, for other of their kind to find them. They will spread the story, and my mission will be officially successful."
Darth Diem acknowledged the method as smart. Eyeing the other Sith on the edges of his cowl.

"So.. I have another mission nearby. We have the probe on the target." he stopped, weighing in whether he should say it or not. But, if this man is an Inquisitor, then he is enough of a Sith, to always pursue his own agenda beside solely Empires.

"He was an accountant. And my little droids tell me he stashed pretty good amount of credits." this was his test, to see will Dvasius read his intention, and mention taking some of the credits for them. If not, well, he will just take some for himself..
"I don't know how many he has with him. Could be 3, could be 33.. could be useless civilians, or could be deadly commandoes. So, if you want, come with me.. If not, that is ok too."

Darth Diem stepped forward, slowly walking from tree to tree, observing the state of each of their little 'messenger'.

Lord Dvasius Darth Malum of House Marr ​