Rare Commodities [Primeval Dominion of Muunilinst]

[Ameli Trahir]

[1/20]​

Objective: Chill. Srsly.​

Allies: [member="Darth Drethi"]​

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Another day, another planet. This time #TeamDoubleTrouble found themselves on Muunilist. It was a first for Ameli, though whether Drethi had been her before, she did not know. If she had, she had not mentioned it. It was yet another adventure, yet another exercise... At doing absolutely nothing at all. For months, and months, the duo had trained together. Ameli had come to Sena, a fresh Acolyte out of the Sith Academy on Coruscant. Sena had showed her what she was capable of. She had shown her the beast within, how to tame it; how to make her emotions work for her, and not the other way around.

It had been a long while since that fist meeting on Coruscant. There had been many a casualty to the duo's rather direct training methods. Sena didn't seem to believe in training droids and harmless training sabers and remotes. She wanted to put Ameli through the real experience. But Sena seemed pleased with Ameli's progression, to the point where she seemed content with a vacation. She knew how much Ameli enjoyed to party. This could be just like N'zoth. It had been Ameli's first official assignment, and she had used it to slack off and sunbathe in planet's deserts. Did Muunilist have a beach? Probably. If not, the blonde would be rather disappointed.

While the Sith war machine raged on on the other side of the galaxy, and some religious cult Ameli didn't know much of were rather active here, she was having none of it. Their small starship had landed in the most isolated and desolate location they could find. Ameli turned to look at Sena as the hatch lowered itself. "You ready? C'mon. Relax. There literally can be no threat out here. We're in the middle of no where" she said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Sena, and her paranoid behaviour. While Ameli was eager to rush out the door, the other girl seemed to hang back, probably making sure the area was secure. "If something or someone were out to get us, I'd feel it. You taught me, remember?" and with that, she stepped down the hatch, and onto soil. It was high time to relax and not give a damn.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[10/20]
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Thais Kallisto"]​

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It was time to mix it up again, the shifter thought. There was only so much he could do with minute changes to that admittedly well-cut face, and as much as he'd miss the gleaming smile and the twinkle of baby blues in the glass of whatever drink he happened to be carrying around for show at the moment, Laguz knew that all good things had to come to an end.

With a polite excuse at his lips, the merc was gone, abandoning whatever faux conversation full of nothing he'd been involved just a few seconds ago in favor of slinking off into one of the spacious bathrooms on the floor, altering his appearance on the way already. A changing face in the middle of an undulating crowd? After a few tall glasses of hard liquor? Nobody would believe their eyes anyway.

Once inside, Laguz sought out an empty stall and promptly finalized the metamorphosis, slinking out of the tux and replacing all the stolen items into his belly, to come rest beside his trusty combat knife. With that matter taken care of, the sniper lost no more time screwing around and chucked the tuxedo into a few booths over to the surprise of whoever had been emptying his bowels in there, but by the time the man emerged, Laguz, along with his manliness, was long gone.

The fabric, having landed on his bare skin, would have delivered the poison the assassin had laced it with before throwing it to the other stall, and though the venom was a slow acting one, the man would be dead before the turn of the hour. It would look like an ordinary heart attack, which, considering his girth, would surprise exactly nobody. Another story for the obituaries, and another annoyance taken care of. All in a day's work, right?

 

[Hal Terrano]

Objective: 4
Location: Muun City Library
Allies: Knowledge
Enemies: Muun City Library
Posts: 18/20

Hal let out an audible annoyed sigh, much like the very same sigh that Lira Dajenn had been greeted with when she was late for her lessons once again.

Lira Dajenn's neck snapped.

“Do not let fear affect your decision making,” he spoke plainly, wishing to walk out of the Muun City Library rather than fight, “there is opportunity here for you.”

The you in question was the voice demanding that he surrendered himself, the voice that was not a member of the waiting security but rather that of the man that had greeted him when he first arrived. This was perhaps a strategy that might not have worked without prior knowledge, but now knowing what Zhin Grottil knew things had changed.

He knew that voice because Zhin knew that voice, he knew who Tiro Su was and he knew what Tiro Su wanted, what he desired. It seemed that it was a concern of the Head Librarian that the ambitious young Muun wanted to sit where he sat in his position of high status. So he had kept him amongst the stacks and terminals and far away from being his successor.

All knowledge is power.

 

[Boethiah]

[03/20]

The shuttle continued its route, by this point escorts had arrived and guided the shuttle to its destination. Anja remained silent in the back with her companions, the two who accompanied her were silent as well... Although one was unusually silent. No matter. The Host Lord did not concern herself with a change in personality, the Umbaran's mind had drifted elsewhere, she began to focus on thoughts of the future. Whether or not the Muuns wished to join her was not the question...

It was whether or not they would join her peacefully. Certainly there were many who saw an alliance with the Primeval to be beneficial, but of course there would be a noisy minority that protested it. A show of force was not wise in this instance, lest they provoke that minority to become something far greater.

Would that be the case? She did not know. The shuttle neared its destination.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: 1
Location: Ballroom
Allies: OS and Primeval. [member="Thais Kallisto"] [member="Kida Malgus"]
Enemies: Bad Dancing.
6/20
When the Princess Stumbled over and Mythos caught her it caused the ring crowd to begin Clapping in approval of what looked like a very complex move when it was really a just a nice Save by Mythos that he barely made by just a Hair. Galicus was off doing his own thing for a while and to be honest Mythod did not mind, Kida was sitting in the Fancy looking chair and her face was that one of Happiness and Joy, which is all that Animus really wanted. "Well i would not call them Terrible i have definitely seen worse." He smiled giving her another twirl with his hand before grabbing her in again and holding her tight. "Well it depends on what kind of business, why? Are you in need of an Economic adviser? " He smiled before the music changed tempo into something a bit slower allowing the dance to pause into a slow stepper. As emperor of Atrisia he had a side of a Noble, not the Nobility one was born with but rather the kind that one was granted when you slaughtered enough people and bathed in enough blood of your enemies... he was Sith after all. "I do have a Muun hiding around here somewhere, i could lend him to you if you'd like" He chuckled slightly as the Dance neared it's end. Sad really, she was such a good dance partner a bit unrefined, but Good in what mattered. Her very presence was dignified and her aroma was pleasnt, really when it came down to it, that is what mattered most.


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[Atham'aali'kema]

Objective: 3
Location: Island of Aborah
Allies: None
Enemies: None
Posts: 4/20

Hard is the way, that leads us away from temptation. The temptation, the curiosity manifested in such actions, should have long been stricken away. But upon Balmorra, speaking to [member="Eske"], that ancient being, he had wondered if perhaps their meeting had catalyzed something. A change in his persona, or at least a desire to change. That was what was important, he thought, the willingness to accept that not only was change a possibility, that it may have been needed as well.

Running out of steam, he pushed against he wall and began to use the jagged edges to crawl upwards. With each push up, he felt the pressure lower against his chest. And with each push up, the light became more prominent, as if the very sun was shining through this cavern. He didn't understand how it was possible but the shimmers and streaks running through the water like wafting curtains couldn't be wrong. Or maybe it could be.

As he continued up, the whole became smaller and smaller, hardly big enough to fit an adult sized human. As he neared the end, he broke through the current controlled water in the cavern, crawling up the bay as he pulled himself forward. His hands touched against marl and grains as the water moved back and forth, almost surreal. He didn't understand this place or how it could have been formed but what did understand was this: there was no sun here. Merely walls coated in the formation of crystals, glowing softly in their own pale blue light. And beneath a cresting arc of stones, a corpse laid bare, picked free of most tissue to leave the skeleton and personal items at the way side.

Crabs crawled away from the body by the disturbance as Maalik approached, wiping clean the salt once more.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective Three
Location: Beach Cove
Enemies: Great White Shark
Posts: 14/20

As she leaned over the woman, she carefully scraped the edge of the saber blade across the skin and flesh where her arm used to be. The diver howled in pain, but with a tight jaw, Azurea kept going until the wound was completely sealed. She had practiced this often with Darth Pyrrhus at the Academy - as Sith they were both vulnerable to losing limbs so to be able to efficiently cauterize your wound, could mean the difference between life and death.

As it had here. The woman was nearly in shock, but she was alive.

By this time other tourists had gathered and were moving into help the couple, to call in a medivac and stabilize the both of them. Darth Azurea stripped off of her wet suit, down to her bathing suit and waded into the Western Sea to wash the blood off of her now-sunburned skin.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 3
Allies: OS, [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Enemies: Enemies of OS, Mandalorians
5/20

Nomkneer after kicking the mandalorian into a face first situation against a tree, noticed he had beskar armor as a helmet, not like the ones that came back to the ship, his thoughts were "this is a higher ranked mandalorian", as the mandalorian stood again, his blaster bounced off the clash against the tree to 5 feet away from him, Nomkneer wasnt gonna let him use his shoulder blasters with his blaster or else he's finished. Nomkneer had a hurt arm, and it was not wise to go just head first, he's not super smart, but he's not stupid either. Something Nomkneer had to do was find a weakness, Nomkneer kept deflecting blaster shots from the mandalorians shoulders, suddenly Nomkneer remembered, from his teacher Makami the Mukhashi Master warrior, "all metal is diffrent in sound, all metal has weaknesses and can mostly be found through sound", Nomkneer was becoming a master at noticing all sounds around him. Nomkneer suddenly deflected blasters until getting close enough to strike kicks and strikes from the handles of his durasteel lightsabers. the sounds of the metal were like melodies of concentration to him, Nomkneer heard a weird sound within the metal, a noise that sounded like a weakness, just like his master taught him, "find the spot where the sound screams the weakness". Nomkneer saw that not his entire armor was beskar, Nomkneer started getting closer as blaster shots were evaded and grenade explosives were thrown, explosions and sounds were disrupting Nomkneers new found abilities by his teacher Makami, but as he did, he sliced off the hands from the wrists of the mandalorian, his wrists were made of a metal not-resistant to lightsaber strikes, he heard this through sounds of pebbles and rocks hitting the steel after the explosion. Nomkneer kept on evading as this enemy had more tricks than a normal mandalorian, and he was not gonna give up. suddenly Nomkneer saw the cargo droids had been walking forward the whole time and they had gone a little farther away, Nomkneer let the mandalorian chase him, he chased him until they reached [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] and as Nomkneer saw the Darth, he sliced the cargo droids letting what they had drop to the ground and got back behind the cargo to avoid the blasters from the mandalorian.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: 3 - Explore the life
Location: Island of Aborah
Allies: Students to the Primeval Faith (Acolytes who would like to join with me)
Enemies: Irreverence and Failure
Posts: 7/20

Mishk... can you hear me, lover? His voice echoed into the silent abyss, ensnared deep within his own presence... attached to everything. As he sent his voice deep into the Rift, more and more energy was drained, the life forces he attached himself to began to wither in his exertion. Even the acolytes were no longer his concern, only his concern was the uninterrupted meditation to commune with the dead.

Death. A new concept for him... one he learned in one of the hardest manners possible. He learned through losing something he cared about, and no everything became his instrument to find them again... to know them again... to see them again. His tendrilled hands writhed under the crushing grip of his will power, as he tried to steal from the chaos of these living things to broadcast his message into the void... hopelessly.

Yet as he did this without interruption, something incredibly displeasurable happened, something interrupted him. Droids. He tried to shake the disturbance off, he held on tighter to the plants and animals surrounding him, killing them faster, draining their energies so that he might hear his reply... he ignored the danger, and just shut his eyes tighter.

He desperately wished to hear his voice...

 

[Boethiah]

[04/20]

As the shuttle neared its destination, the vehicle began to slow down and navigated through the obstacles before circling the landing pad. "We're making our final approach," the pilot announced the status to the Host Lord and her companions. Anja was ready to meet with the Muun representative and discuss the final terms to their joining of the Primeval. Certainly the proud species would be awarded far more than many have gotten but she had to be careful as to not give them too much immediate power.

The Primeval's economy was weakened and needed such a touch, so of course they'd have leverage but at the same time the Primeval had the might the Muuns needed to further their economic empire. If either side didn't get what they wanted, a conquest of the planet would only lead to negative outcomes for both--with the Primeval being the only one of the two capable of surviving such an event.

Until then, she'd do everything in her power to negotiate.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Objective: 3
Location: Island of Aborah
Allies: None
Enemies: None
Posts: 5/20

This should be sad, he felt that. In recognition of such things, he failed to feel that true impact of sadness as he approached the dead body. Placing fingers on the skull, likely human, he pulled away curly locks of gold. In the clutched hand, a wrapped up piece of parchment that resembled the books upon Balmorra. Cracking open her fingers, he unrolled the message to read what could have occurred.

Mary, meet me down in our spot. I'll wait for you. Love, John.

What cruel fate, he thought, as he looked down at her leg. She must have twisted her leg, breaking...something on her way up through the cavern walls. He knelt down to inspect the skull. She died here, waiting for him, and even left her locket to signal him before ascending the cavern.

A smile, at such an odd time, he sat down next to her and attempted to feel the grief he would have known in another time. He tried to picture their life, Mary and John, the plans they had, they future they could have had. Rolling fields, children running and playing catch. One was named John, after his father, and would be accepted into the Jedi Order. The daughter, Christina, was gonna be a doctor.

More importantly, Maalik wanted to know why John didn't show up. And such a revelation of inaction angered him as he attempted to feel what this woman felt, dying in this cavern. This should be sad, he felt that, as he interlaced his fingers in the skeletal nobs left after cracking them open for the message.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[2/20]
Objective: Secure a treaty with the Muuns
Enemies: Any who oppose me
Allies: Any who support me.

Muunilist. It was a planet he had never set foot on, but yet it was one he knew much about. Ever since his master, Darth Vornskr, had isolated him within his library to study Sith history, a small part of him had wanted to visit Muunilist. It wasn't the wealth, the banking clan or the Muuns themselves that mattered. Though some might call it a waste of time and counter-productive, Darth Pyrrhus often found his mind wandering to the past. History fascinated him. And Muunilist had birthed one of the greater Sith he knew of, Darth Plagueis. Though ultimately the Muun Sith's narrow-mindedness and blind faith in his apprentice had led to his demise, he was still to be respected. Though he was of the Rule of Two, a code Pyrrhus did not support, he saw Plagueis as someone representing an alternative version of that now outdated code, a version there was merit to. It was not too far from the view of the One Sith. Darth Sidious had disagreed, but then again, Darth Sidious' code had nearly had the Sith lose all.

While the planet had historic value, Pyrrhus was here on business. Once business was concluded, however, he'd like to retreat to a more isolated location on the planet and meditate. For now, slavery was on the order. Everyone knew of the Muun's wealth. If he could, as the recently "appointed" head of Karazak Slavers Cooperative, secure a treaty with the Muuns, that would be quite the accomplishment. Though the Togruta Lord wasn't fully aware of their stance on slavery, he was about to find out. He imagined they didn't get to where they were now by playing blindly playing by the rules and following the ethics. Money, at least on this scale, corrupted - and this was heavily embedded into their culture.

The Revenant touched down. The Togruta Lord stepped out, accompanied by an honourary guard of Nautolan soldiers. The guard wore ornamental armour, with electrostaves in their hand and a vibroblade by their hip. Walking ahead of them was the red-skinned Togruta, dressed as per usual in the dark robes of the Sith. While he was always representing the One Sith and forwarding the One Sith agenda, this time, the reasons for his visit was mostly selfish. Time would reveal whether they would also be profitable.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[11/20]
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Thais Kallisto"]​

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The person who left the bathroom was also dedidedly less inviting to the eye than the skin Laguz had been wearing for most of the evening, but the decision had been intentional. In xir two hundred or so years of roaming the Galaxy, the merc had learned that very few people paid attention to those who weren't appealing visually, and in a collective of people such as this, this was at least doubly true.

No, the choice had been conscious, because Laguz had not come only to collect baubles and information. As shallow, shameless, and opportune as the thief was, xe wouldn't be one of the best — or even still alive, for that matter — if xe weren't good at xir job. And xir job was calling.

Because at the end of the day, Laguz Vald was still an assassin first and foremost, and this ball was simply rife with bounties. It had been a traumatic experience, picking those few who would meet their end today, because there were simply so many, and in conjunction to his business with Primeval here tonight, xe was well and truly spoiled for choice. In the end, however, the shifter had been successful, and now xir eyes were set upon the first of three; an old geezer nearing the end of his rope who just wouldn't kick the bucket, and whom his thankless progeny decided to get rid of once they got wind of the clone he'd comissioned with a particular arkanian company.

It would be a quick one, for him, because the man hadn't really done anything overly terrible in his business career; a few sweatshops here, an environment or two destroyed there… nothing major in the grand scheme of things.

A needle in the crowd would suffice.

 

[Hal Terrano]

Objective: 4
Location: Muun City Library
Allies: Knowledge
Enemies: Muun City Library
Posts: 19/20

The lack of strained demands for him to surrender himself and come out meant that he had begun that exact thought process that he wanted the Muun to have. All Hal needed to do now, was coax that innate greedy and ambitious desire out further.

“I know what you want, Tiro,” Hal spoke, voice still flat, still emotionless lacking that typical rage and arrogance that Sith were told to have, “and you know what I want.”

That further lack of response from Tiro Su and his security team spoke volumes.

“Zhin Grottil fell victim to a brain aneurysm,” Terrano continued, still primed in case the two other Muun with blaster pistols felt the need to be heroes, unlikely but always be prepared, “unfortunate, but hereditary in the case of our former Head Librarian.”

Truth, pilfered from his memories, the pieces fell into place as if the Force had been the one to set up this scenario all along.

“I would like to leave now, Tiro Su, in peace,” he said, “will you allow me to do so?”

 

[Lassiter]

[1/20]
Objective: Chill? Srsly?
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"]

Yet another planet, another party to be found. Progress had been slow with the training but sooner rather than later even Ameli had blossomed into a fully-deranged sociopath much like Sena. Her heart burned about it, perhaps for all the wrong reasons to some but the fact that Sena had managed to teach her friend how to take lives and look damn good doing it meant a lot to her. Then again, with a look such as Ameli’s it was hard to go wrong in the first place.

Even though a lot had changed; the old methods and approaches had not. ‘Drethi’, unlike her ‘just a friend’, did not resist the urge to roll her eyes. It was as if on impulse, really. Sena had tried to better herself, she had, but habits died hard. Too hard according to some but at the very least they seemed to understand why once the why’s and how’s of Sena and her ‘upbringing’ had been brought out.

There was by no means any real secret between Sena and Ameli anymore.

Still, growing soft for someone wasn’t a bad thing, was it? Not all the time anyway.

“Yeah, well, on Gratos you also said ‘literally nothing’ and that sure turned into ‘pretty much everything’ faster than we’d wanted, didn’t it?” Sena retorted as she let her shoulders slump down in a most unladylike posture. “But fine. You win. Again.”

“Take me to the beach, Princess. You tend to know your way to those.”

 

[Boethiah]

[05/20]

With the final approach underway, Anja moved downward towards the back and prepared to enter the halls of the Muuns.

The Umbaran's pale eyes gazed through the viewport at the massive citadel in which their government ran the show, it was filled with souls of every species who came and went about their daily business. How much money went through these halls? She wondered. Likely billions, perhaps trillions, of credits had found their way to the Muuns. It was an amazing thought, to think that any being could manage such vast quantities of money on their own. Likely they had computers to help but nonetheless it was a feat worthy of respect.

The feet of the shuttle touched down, air hissed as the ship lowered before dropping the ramp.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objective 1

Post 1/20

The grand hall was an impressive sight and as Sempra the hutt slithered into it with his entourage of servants He felt almost like home. Having a position prepared for him on one of the elevated scenes he knew the importance of show on this planet.

The Muuns were rich, and credits was always something that impressed the hutt. Even though he constantly reminded both himself and those around him that he considered wealth secondary to the treasure that was the hutts ancient heritage his hutt mind could not help itself. Credits was such an easy way to power and power was something of the present. Not the past.

He took a relaxed position on the throne and greeted to any who passed. The Muuns knew him, he knew them. They made business on many occations and to Sempra it made sense to see their extraordinary banking service to become somewhat more dependant on the Primevil. Through the religious cult of Sargon Sempra had found trustworthy allies who in return would be another assurance that the credits stored with the Muun banking system was safe and secure.

"Admiral, we need to make sure we are seen on this occation. It is a celebration after all." he told the tall cyborg at his side. Sempra was well guarded, although he did not expect an attack he had brought some of his more dangerous guards, just in case.

"Mr Tazi, perhaps now is a good time to go mingle somewhat? hum?"

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective One: Royal Gala
Location: High Port Space Center
Allies: [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Kida Malgus"]
Posts: 15/20

A subtle blush stained the high cheekbones of the Princess as the crowd clapped in appreciation. Little did they know they were applauding her outright clumsiness.

Thais listened to Darth Mythos’s proposal on being her economic adviser. If he, like Kallisto Mining Company, were bedfellows with the Muun’s and their savvy financial acumen, than she just may entertain that idea. Except for one thing…

“You have proved yourself an ally to me,” she said, whispering now in the Emperor’s ear, which had an air of impropriety, but it was truly so that no one eager infochants around them could eavesdrop. “Lending me your Muun would be a great compromise, I should think. Since you are Sith there is the matter of us… being seen together,” she said. “I’m sure you understand that it’s a small galaxy, and I do business with so many organizations who are not impressed by the Sith.”

As the dance ended, Thais felt slightly embarrassed that she had strayed into such a political conversation. Was she out of her depth with Darth Mythos? Perhaps. But she didn’t want to leave him with a sour note:

“But I am impressed with you,” she said, and then in an unusual display of humbleness which she reserved for her closest confidants, she finished, “I know I am young and naïve, so maybe that’s not saying much but it’s how I feel.”

 

[Laguz Vald]

[12/20]
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Thais Kallisto"]​

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The next one on the list was a woman, and though her features were far more angelic and seemingly innocent when compared to the man now convusing on the floor on the other side of the ballrom, this lady was far more dangerous. She'd made her wealth in the slave trade, selling women into a very particular type of service in exchange for fat pay checks and an eternal chunk of what they earned.

While Laguz could respect her business sense, xe also fully expected that her nervous system would respect a knife to the brain stem.

It was quick, like the client had demanded — some guys based on Coruscant. A rotary club something or other — and Laguz was done and gone before anyone even realized that the woman sitting on the satin ottoman was no longer alive. The cut they would find later would clearly signify foul play, and the clean, sharp line of the incision would speak of the work of a professional. Laguz might not leave direct marks or signatures, but the level of skill introduced to each of xir kills was mark enough.

Those who needed people like xem would always learn to find them, and ironically enough, it was often through events like these — a carefully conducted assassination in front of their very eyes — that would lead them to seek xem out. Bonus points for deflecting the attention from the real cleanup happening behind their backs, with Bleeding Suns quietly bagging the few who still remained that had the power and wish to oppose the claim of Warlords and the Prophet upon Muunilist.

 

[Boethiah]

[05/20]

The shuttle ramp fell, Anja marched out with her companions and entered the hall where the officials awaited her.

"Your Worship, we've been expecting you." A tall, slender Muun bowed deeply and lead her into the chamber where several other Muuns were seated.

Anja sat across from them and all began their discussions, advisors and politicians each gave their piece and time passed by minutes at first, then hours, and before too long night had fallen over the meeting. "We would welcome you into our accord. With your genius, and our defenses, your interests can go further than Muunilinst." Anja ended her terms with those words.

The Muuns looked to each other, and clearly they had to think deeply on the matter. "Very well, Host Lord. We accept." Their leader bowed his head. Concluding the arrangements between the Primeval and the Muuns.