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[Gerwald Lechner]

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

“Our Emperor has done such things before. Others have unleashed horrors of unquenchable hunger on the Jedi as well. However, it seems every time the Jedi meddle, rituals are left incomplete. We must close the tear before it causes more damage to the shipyards here. Sulis Van is vital to the ongoing support of the Second Legion and the repair of the First. We cannot have whatever is here, lingering from beyond the veil.”

The statement was not up for debate. Every ritual had unintended consequences. He had worked with Empress when the plan had been devised for the Phobis device. She had taken the consequences on herself. It had been the same on Korriban when the attempt to sacrifice those Ashlan lives which remained. It had been her blood which spilled first. Gerwald had contributed, as had others. It had not been an acceptable thing to many who had been in attendance.

It was a difference of outlook. While a Sith took what they wanted, power always demanded a price. There were those who paid what was demanded with something of inferior value, and it was why they remained weaker than those who were willing to pay more. The lesson which Srina had taught Gerwald, the same which Naedira had taught him in her own way, was that no offering was worth it without personal sacrifice.

It was possible it was a lesson he had not learned in time.

The Dread Wolf saw that if he was going to shape the Order in any meaningful way it would require great sacrifice on his part. It would begin by doing whatever it took to close the opening which allowed unholy creatures to pass through without hindrance.

His eyes were drawn to the prompting of Oleander’s look. It seemed the time for pleasantries and gathering information was over. They needed to do something. Gerwald pointed to the droids which had accompanied the Lord of Hunger.

“Send them ahead, use them to draw out the creatures,” His voice was commanding. Again, this was not up for debate. “Oleander, take Adeline and deal with the creatures,” his eyes flickered back to Credius. “You are going to help me close the tear.”

 

[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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Shrugging ever so slightly, the Lord of Hunger seemed to simply nod in understanding when the Great Fenrir Gerwald Lechner mentioned the cost and the sacrifice which usually came along with rituals. The abomination wisely kept his mouth shut when it came to what or rather who he sacrificed for the many rituals he had been conducting ever since he had been reawoken by KRONOS and returned from the Nether, the void beyond, where he had been for the past five decades, decades that for him felt as if he had been there for thousands of years. He had fed, he had devoured thousands of lost souls, eldritch beasts and the shadows that haunted those who tried to see beyond the veil, but he too had been eaten and devoured over and over again, but one thing he did not have in his time beyond the veil...was those buds within the force, those untapped seeds which when prodded and poked sufficiently would instantly deepen their connection to the Force in order to albeit temporarily satiate his own hunger and rejuvinate his ever-dying body for an inkling of time.

"The Jedi...in all their bluster of calling themselves the protectors of the galaxy...they tend to be rather shoddy when it comes to actually finishing their jobs or cleaning up their mess, let alone learn any lesson out of their continued failures.," A chuckle left the monstrous man's throat, muffled and distorted by his mask, the red lenses of his mask not exactly doing much to veil his own vibrant eyes underneath them. "Hmm, yes...Sluis Van, it would be a rather large inconvenience to the Legions if the production facilities are hindered and hampered by this graveyard of ships."

Shrugging his shoulders once more when the Great Fenrir made his commanding voice clear and audible, Credius' left hand raised a bit at his side, two gloved fingers swiftly motioning to the side, a motion which was enough for the two Sceleratii to draw their weapons and nod calmly, their red eyes lighting up as they activated the large rifles they were carrying, their hydraulics and electronics whirring for a moment before going silent, as they started to advance like lethal stalkers.

Chuckling ever so slightly, the Lord of Hunger simply nodded his head in agreement to the request, nay...the order given to him by the Great Fenrir. It was perhaps not a bad call to rely on the abomination for this, especially when taking into consideration that Credius was not someone who could be trusted to be left to his own devices, even now the Lord of Hunger had plans, schemes brewing within his mind and it so happened that getting close to the very rift, the tear in the veil was a part of his newest schemes...a lcuky break for the monster, that Gerwald Lechner was pragmatic enough not to let him out of his sight...

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Maiza Vex | Micah tol Powl | Naamino Zuukamano​

Iskendyr stood back, letting the cat's unrestrained enthusiasm take center stage as Micah rattled off technical jargon about organoform circuitry and microbial fuel cells. The Imperial Knight's golden eyes narrowed in thought as he stepped closer to the exposed wreckage, his cape shifting slightly with the movement.

"Well," Iskendyr began, his voice smooth and measured, "that is certainly… fascinating." He crouched slightly, inspecting the circuitry with a critical gaze. "A bio-fuel cell, you say? My great-grandmother, Fiolette Yvarro, once attempted to develop something along these lines for data clouds. A bit before my time, admittedly, and far less sophisticated than whatever this is."

He reached into the inner lining of his jacket and retrieved a sleek device no larger than a palm. It shimmered faintly as he activated it, projecting a holographic interface above its surface. With a flick of his wrist, the device scanned the exposed circuitry, rendering a three-dimensional model in glowing blue light.

"There," he said, straightening up as the hologram floated in midair. "A perfect copy for study without damaging the original. All data stored on this will be downloaded directly to this datacard." He tapped the device once more and slipped the datacard out, holding it up between two fingers. "I'd say that's worth the trouble, wouldn't you?"

Turning to face the group, Iskendyr slipped the datacard into his pocket before reaching into his satchel. He pulled out three small leather pouches, the distinct clink of coins inside audible as he weighed them in his hand.

"Micah, Naami, Maze," he said, tossing the bags one at a time toward each of them. "Heads up."

The weight of the bags landed solidly in each hand, their contents rattling faintly. Iskendyr grinned, leaning slightly on one foot with his arms crossed. "Consider this my thanks for your company. Inside, you'll find credits—generous ones, I might add. But," he added, raising a finger, "you'll also find Sovereigns. Currency from the Commonwealth. Should you ever find yourself in my corner of the galaxy, you'll have spending power."

He turned his gaze to Maiza, his grin softening to something more genuine. "And Maze, if your uncle's tall tales ever feel worth pursuing, let me know. We can run some piracy of our own. Strictly hypothetical, of course."

He looked to Naami next, tilting his head with a faint smirk. "Naami, if all this tech talk isn't your style, consider this your fee for tolerating it." His tone was teasing, but not unkind. "Though I must admit, the stoic approach suits you. A man of few words. Admirable."

Finally, his eyes fell on Micah. "And you, my dear Cathar," he said, gesturing at the wreckage. "Keep that spark alive. You might just outshine all of us one day with that brilliant mind of yours."

He stepped back, letting the group absorb both the credits and his words. "So," he said, dusting off his hands, "as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I've got to get this data back home, but if you find anything else here you think might be worth my while, well. I'm sure one of you can figure out how to get a hold of me."

 

[Oleander Webb]

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

Oleander's lips pursed in consideration of the Wolf's orders, the tiniest bit of him didn't like the idea of leaving the Wolf alone with Credius. He had a distinct feeling the armored figure wasn't telling a complete narrative. But no matter. Surely, Gerwald could take care of himself. And if he couldn't, well, he knew how to contact the Anzat.

With a nod of acknowledgement of his orders and a tilt of his head towards Adeline Noctua indicating their way forward, Oleander disappeared shortly behind the two Sceleratii, finding a position large enough for two humanoids to wait as the two guards moved in to draw the dead's attention. Death clung to the shadows like no other, the exact line of where they ended and he began becoming quickly obscured.

He took in a heavy inhale, ligaments in his neck gently popping as he stretched his neck from one side to the other in preparation. The creatures were closing in, he could sense it. The tips of his fingers began to darken as if taking in a wave of necrotic energy into his own. Just a taste and yet it wouldn't be long until his fingers were colored of charcoal.

"You take left and I the right?" He offered in an even tone as if his being wasn't already brimming with anticipation. "And do let me know if they start to overwhelm you." A part of him recalled Gerwald wanting his observations on the Sith and briefly wondered if his words drifted toward condescension. But that would be an issue for later should that turn out to be the case.

In whatever formation they decided, Death slipped into his position with the slick grace of one befitting his position. The ghoulish specters that had gathered would be a harrowing sight for any ill-prepared mortal, of which Oleander was far from. With a dark gleam in his pale eyes, his shadow elongated further, fingers looking more like claws to rip the shades asunder. To activate his lightsaber would be a wasted formality at this point as Death tore through the ghostly figures with shadow and absorbed what remained of their essence into himself. It was intoxicating, if not for the fact that they were insults to his domain. As such, they had to be eradicated.

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Lily clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes despite the sadness his half jest about her interest in boys brought upon her. The last thing she wanted was his interference on her love life. As it stood his indirect action was enough to drive such things away as it was. “Your eyes are on me more than enough, cousin.” She replied coolly, her gand coming up to scratch Cornix's head absentmindedly.

She appreciated the protectiveness he had for her, having spent so much of her life with no one but herself to watch her back it was a great comfort for her. Not that she would ever admit as much to him. Her hand squeezed his arm ever so slightly at the thinly veiled threat towards an absent corpse.

Lily listened to him stumble over justifications and excuses. That this wasn't what the sith were meant to be was either denial, or a lie on his part. This is what Sith had always been, throughout recent history and stretching back into ancient times, she knew it, and she suspected he did deep down too.

But that didn't mean it's what they always had to be. If they could root out the bad, eliminate the rot from within…

She hesitated, his question hanging in the air between them. “To an extent,” she began cautiously, there would be no going back after this “I wish to be trained, though not just by you.”

Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

"I disagree, in fact maybe I should assign Morsus to shadow you indefinitely, Bogan knows that he will do whatever it takes to keep you safe," Malum countered, the teasing self-evident in his voice, self-evident in the cheeky smile which he bore upon his expression. The wroth with which his cousin... their cousin, had been filled with when he had been alerted to what had happened to Lillian, was not a moment that would be forgotten by either of them easily.

The smile only widened, as he felt the squeeze of her hand around his around. Petite as they were, even through his gloves he could feel their coarseness, they were not the hands of a noble lady, as aristocratic as the blood that flowed through her veins were, they were the hands of a survivor.

One who had been destine-... one who deserved so much more.

He raised an eyebrow at the end of her words, "...And who else do you have in mind for such a thing?"

Lily Rhodes