Reclaiming a Legacy (One Sith Dominion of Iridonia)

[Taeli Raaf]

Standing on the bridge of the first Exalt-class Star Destroyer, Taeli, known as Darth Arcanix, couldn't help but smile a bit as she gazed at the planet in the bridge's viewport.

Iridonia, homeworld of the Zabraks, was ripe for the taking by the Sith and it was her job to expand their control into this region.

Around the Star Destroyer, a small flotilla of Sith forces began to emerge from hyperspace, carrying the forces that would take the planet. So far, no security forces had risen up to engage the new arrivals, but these people were proud. They would not accept the yoke of Sith control unless the Sith actually earned it in combat. Understandable of course, the Sith had once had a hold of this planet through martial might and the same had to be done again.

Taeli knew that taking the world meant they could have a stronghold for expansion in this region of space, but what was equally important was tapping into the large amount of Force users on the planet and establish a new Sith academy on the surface, as had been the case almost two millennia ago.

"Begin the operation," she said, nodding at the commander on the bridge. Starfighters and transports began moving out, all of them with the purpose of expanding the power of the Sith and the Dark Lord

[member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Elensa Jari"]
[member="Nulgath Zardai"]

Spoiler

Objectives would be:
1. Establish One Sith control of the system - this can include taking a city, killing local security forces if they resist, win honor duels against a planetary champion, capturing politicians, blackmailing someone to be your puppet, etc. etc. and all that fun.

2. Build a new Sith academy there - Iridonia was the site of a Sith academy once upon a time, and because of the high turnout of Force users here, establishing one to expand Sith influence over these people would be crucial.

3. Fortify and build military presence - With Iridonia being a very martial world, and also close to our favorite neighbors, it would need some build-up to be a proper staging point for further incursions in that sector of space and to make anyone think twice about attacking it

4. Wipe out the influence the famous Jedi have on the population - For you Inquisitor types, the Zabraks of Iridonia seem to like their Jedi, and this is just unacceptable. Purging the files, razing statues, and all that would need to be done.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

With the arrival of the warship, the Meshuga, in the region, the strength of the Sith forces had grown exponentially. Like all their previous conquests, the Sith juggernaut would employ blitzkrieg tactics on the planet; leaving conquered cities and destruction in their wake. From her vantage pointe on the warship's bridge, she watched several squadrons of fighters and transports group into formation then fall into their trajectory toward the planet. So it had begun.​

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Unlike the previous invasions where she led troops into battle, this scenario had a different set of objectives for her. Rather than fighting the enemy on their turf showing them their weakness while enlightening them with the might of the Sith, she was to capture several politicians and persuade them to see the benefits of falling under the rule of the Dark Lord. Perhaps this was not as glorious as killing the enemy in the streets or on the battlefield but it did have a certain element of satisfaction surrounding it. Besides, ripping secrets and memories from the mind of others possessed a pleasurable feeling to her. A far more craving to sate than the simple act of killing.​

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"My Lady," Admiral Molr began to get her attention, "The invasion has begun. Your shuttle, along with the four bounty hunters awaits you in the docking bay area."​

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Bounty Hunters. She hated their kind. Killing for survival or killing in times of war was understandable, a necessity really, but to kill for profit was distasteful and down right tragic. They claim to have honour but so far the only thing she saw was their greediness to fill their accounts with blood credits. However, for all their shortcomings they did possess an unique talent hunting down targets; something she too knew much about. So it was that reason alone she discarded their greed, for now, and decided to bring them along for the hunt.​

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Besides, if they died she didn't have to pay them.​

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Objective: Hunt down and capture politicians​

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[member="Melori Raaf"] ... [member="Darth Arcanix"] ... [member="Darth Veles"] ... [member="Darth Ferus"] ... [member="Elensa Jari"] ... [member="Nulgath Zardai"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was one figure there with [member="Darth Arcanix"] who wouldn't doubt his reasoning to be involved. Iridonia, the homeworld of the Zabraks. His homeworld. With both arms behind his back Darth Ferus would gaze out at his home, a faint smile on his face. It had been some time since he last set foot on the planet, and now he was coming back to not only free it from the Jedi, but bring it back to the days of old.

"These people are a hardy people. They will fight at every turn they can. You'll have to win them over, or risk powerful bombings. They've destroyed themselves several times over, they won't hesitate to do it again."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"The politicians are not to be harmed," her voice taking an edgy undertone as she spoke to the four bounty hunters. "If they do...then know your insolence will not go unpunished. I will not repeat this again...so I do hope you paid attention."​

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Landing a couple of klicks from the city limits, the tiny shuttle shuddered and vibrated when contact was made with the planet's surface. The Sith Lady opted to take the less direct route into the city for two reasons. The first of the two was obvious, to enter the city unnoticed. Well as much as possible with her 'team'. The clinking and clattering sounds of the bounty hunter's armour would no doubt sound like a blaring klaxon in the confined areas of hallways and corridors. Bounty hunters.​

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The second was to avoid the conflict between the Sith Military and the security defense that was forthcoming. She didn't want the distraction of combat to tug at her strings, pulling and pulling her toward it. She had her mission and she would see it through and if there was an opportunity for playtime later, then maybe she would indulge her inner child. Business before pleasure. Plus she didn't want her four bounty hunters to be mistaken for the locals and cut down by the Imperial forces, that would be tragic.​

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One after another the bounty hunters filled out of the shuttle behind her, stepping into a small windstorm. She could only shake her head and stifle a laugh at the spectacle before her. Bounty hunters with their gear and toys. Pulling the hood of her fur and snake skin over her head, draping the edge on the bridge of her nose, she began to move toward the city. The two animal bones in her hair began to sway from the swirling wind that danced around the inner part of the hood.​

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Objective: Hunt down and capture politicians​

[member="Melori Raaf"] ... [member="Darth Arcanix"] ... [member="Darth Veles"] ... [member="Darth Ferus"] ... [member="Elensa Jari"] ... [member="Nulgath Zardai"]​

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective IV


Observing the orange jewel of a planet inhabited by the hardy and proud Iridonians, Darth Veles thought of his last visit to the planet. His gaze remained locked on the planet as he watched it through the window, standing on the bridge of a Star Destroyer, yet he wasn’t really looking at anything in particular, focused on something within his mind than any actual object. Memories took him back, far away from this time and space as he remembered taking his apprentice to this planet. A Dathomiri Zabrak, not an Iridonian, but a promising Sith Acolyte nevertheless. That was such a long time ago… now, with no apprentice, the Sith Lord was going to grace the planet with his presence again. It stood in the way of the One Sith, its people wishing to remain independent, some looking for their Jedi heroes. This would be a sad story, a story of people waiting for their Jedi messiah who never comes to bring them salvation. To end their suffering, the One Sith had to strangle that hope, twist its neck and yet give the people what they wanted; saviours that will lead their people to glory. Sith saviours. Strong leaders. Natural leaders. Eternal leaders.

A rough, Imperial-accented voice came from behind, “My Lord, your shuttle is ready.”

The amber gaze of the Mon Cal became focused again, large eyes blinking a few times. Turning his head to glance at the officer before returning to the observation of the planet, the amphibious Sith Lord remained silent for a while, the only sound on the bridge being the buzz of computers occasionally accompanied by a chatter among the men. Only a few knew of his objective; to wipe out the Jedi influence, tear the idols to the pieces and shatter the image of great protectors. Better yet, replace that glorified heroes with someone else they’d look up to. True Sith, some of the Voices of the Dark Lord, definitely the Eye of the Dark Lord,… Veles’ lips curled into a smile as he thought of another suitable candidate. Darth Zarrah. His beloved Master. Nobody will mind if one or two, twenty of her statues are erected across the planet, accompanied by a list of her great, heroic accomplishments. Veles only hoped this would help him find his way into the Togruta’s heart. He had already embraced the Sith lady’s wisdom, and soon, others would see the truth of her teachings as well.

“Thank you, captain,” the Sith replied in a calm tone, his voice sharing the accent of the man, “I shall depart immediately.” And as he said, he did. Few minutes later, Darth Veles found himself in a small ship headed straight towards the planet.


[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Elensa Jari"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Standing in the distance near . The middle aged Epicanthix named Nulgath grinned as he walked about the ship with his hands behind his back. Standing up right he carried himself as if he too was a Sith Lord...His Arrogance was the cause. Finding his way to the shuttle bay the over sized Acolyte demanded a private shuttle and made his way to the planet surface. Iridonia was the homeworld to the Zabrak species a group of warriors and honor bound fighters. Studying the data pad about that provided information on the planet Nulgaht blinked several times pondering how it would be possible to win the species over.

They had champions no doubt and but that was brooding work for someone with a mind. Studying the more Nulgath found several sites that held information on the Jedi influence that the Zabrak held close. Apon reading this information he frowned and set the data pad aside, With a smile he looked out the window searching for Jedi statues and monuments. He had his goals laid out now and soon he would land at the star port.

"Hmm..."

[member="Elensa Jari"]
[member="Melori Raaf"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Elensa Jari"]

"Indeed, your people will never accept us unless we win their respect," Taeli said to her friend and ally, Darth Ferus. "It would be . . . inappropriate, I think, if a Zabrak warrior is not the one to lead the assault that will earn their respect. Shall we head down to the surface then?"

Without waiting for an answer, Taeli strode from the bridge, pulling out her datapad to send a command to Jaxson about bringing a team for Krayt to Iridonia to begin development on the next large scale project for them. New orbital defenses would be established, and once the planet secured, ground side fortifications would be developed as well. She had brought plenty of firepower and forces to take the world, but no Yuuzhan Vong as she felt it best to prove martial ability without reminding the Zabraks of their fall to the extra-galactic force.

Getting into a dropship, she smiled as she listen to the men behind her talk about the action they were about to see. Arachnid and Legion droids stood silently, ready to be deployed as well. Her goal . . . lead the fight to take the capital, and deal with any security forces that stood in the way. The inky blackness of space was alight with multiple Sith ships descending to the planet, Wrath-class starfighters and Shyrack-class Interceptors flying escort as a few Iridonian Security Forces rose up to try and hinder the invasion.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Aye, that's true. To the surface we go then." There were no grins or chuckles from the Zabrak for [member="Darth Arcanix"] this time. Back home, he knew just how strong his species were, and how gifted in the Force they could be. Moving after the woman he would pull about his spear, Vrasjyme, into a single handed grasp and use it more or less as a walking stick. He had opted for the more physical weapon for a single reason. He needed to make sure he spilled blood.

"When you fight, remember that Zabraks have to hearts. Either side of the chest will kill them." A swift nod would come from the red man as he looked about the soldiers. He had amplified his voice as a reminder to the females voice. As a Zabrak himself, he may as well let the rest know on the best ways to kill him. That brought a smile to his lips. Telling others how they could kill him, ironic.

 

[Darth Veles]

The cold emptiness of space enveloped all in deafening silence that made it impossible to hear the thundering roars of hundreds of engines coming from the One Sith dropships, shuttles and starfighters closing to the planet of Iridonia. Some broke off the formation to engage in vicious space dogfights that were just as eerily silent as everything else, both sides sending red and green shots at each other in a fascinating, yet deadly show. Most ships continued to silently swim towards the planet through the vast sea of vacuum, taking the opportunity to slip past the defenders unopposed, choosing safety over the risk of endangering themselves and the crew. The experienced starfighter pilots of the One Sith were veterans of many battles and could easily handle any and all fools who chose to stay and fight to the end for the sake of opposing the unstoppable might of the Dark Lord’s servants, only delaying the inevitable light of death riding through the dark tunnel, getting ever closer to all who stood in the way of the Dark Lord’s vision.

The Force did not remain silent though. Each death could be felt, an opening rift between this world and another. Darth Veles focused on the battle happening outside of the small shuttle he travelled in, a skilful pilot guiding the ship towards the desired location without engaging in needless fights. This left the Sith Lord with his thoughts as he focused on the Force, each silenced life only fuelling the Dark Side and making him stronger as his memories carried him to the moment of his own demise and everything that happened after that. Zarrah’s Chosen One knew what lied on the other side; not only that, he lived once again. How many people have died and lived to tell the tale? Darth Veles was definitely in the minority. His heart sang in joy of the opportunity of continuing the fruitful relationship with his beloved Togruta Sith Lady, be it on personal or professional level. Love became a potent tool to him, just like anger and hatred the Sith typically employed.

The webbed hand of Veles instinctively reached towards his belt, the mere thought of Lady Zarrah prompting him to feel her presence radiated by the lightsaber crystal gifted to him by the wise Sith Lady. None of the clawed fingers found the hilt of a lightsaber though. A low growl tore its way from the Mon Cal’s throat just as a frown distorted his facial features. The precious gift, it’d been looted from his corpse! Such disrespect! Veles needed to feel his beloved Lady’s dark signature! Her presence gave him the strength to continue, the necessary resolve to push forward, and now it was in hands of some lowly thief… if he ever finds the bastard who did it… without the blessed weapon, the Mon Calamari felt weak, vulnerable, his Mistress not standing by his side, not guiding his hand in battles, not shielding him from the wrath of his enemies. This priceless artefact had to be retrieved, no matter the cost. Even though the Togruta woman could always make another crystal, the amphibious carrier of her holy message had no intention of letting someone run around with a part of her soul.

The ship finally made contact with the ground, landing gracefully. Darth Veles strode down the ramp, accompanied by the sound of blaster fire that started to rain from above, like infernal drops of water falling towards the city that demanded attention of his sight, sprawled in front of him as one of many bastions of civilization on Iridonia. Pulling the dark hood of his cloak over his large domed head, the Sith Lord paced towards the first target; Jedi Master Agen Kolar.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The city was ripe with activity as citizens busied themselves with their daily routines, barely glancing at the Sith Lady and her four partners. This was good, she thought. They manged to blend into their surroundings with ease, which was odd considering how the bounty hunters were dressed and the rifles they were toting around. She had never been to this planet or city so she assumed the people were accustomed to this sort of thing. Still, she didn't want to linger about and risk attracting unwanted attention to themselves, so they moved to their first target on their list...​

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Nos Conith, a Muun and a member of the Banking Clan, had lived on Iridonia for nearly ten years. The Muun went through great lengths to keep his personal life secret from those he worked alongside. Many rumours about his hidden life circled about like mynocks around energy sources. The most popular rumour was that he had been exiled from the Banking Clan and that was the reason he lived here, keeping his personal life locked away. To add more depth to the rumour, in the ten years he'd been here not one single Muun or Banking Clan member paid him a visit.​

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When he won the election to represent District 4, he found himself caught in the clutches of a scandal perpetrated by his defeated opponent. His opponent had made claims that Nos Conith had used illicit funds to bribe and buy votes, and that he had connections to a criminal organization that had taken root here shortly after his arrival. Though this was never proved, some of his peers on the council kept close tabs on him. Especially when five days after the election his opponent was found face down in his high rise apartment with a blaster hole in the back of his head. Again, there was no proof linking him to the death.​

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Mr. Conith entered his apartment to retrieve some files to bring with him to a business luncheon he scheduled with two other councilmen. Half way in he stopped and looked around. Something was not right, he could feel it. Just as he turned around to leave, he felt a cold and dark presence in his mind.​

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"Take a seat Nos...we have much to discuss," the voice of Darth Venefica whispering softly in his mind.​

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Objective: Hunt down and capture politicians​

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[member="Melori Raaf"] ... [member="Darth Arcanix"] ... [member="Darth Veles"] ... [member="Darth Ferus"] ... [member="Elensa Jari"] ... [member="Nulgath Zardai"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Elensa Jari"]

The dropship rumbled a bit as it breached the atmosphere, the men not giving it much mind as they focused on the coming battle. Above them, the dogfight with the few security force fighters continued, Taeli suspecting that at least some of them were Force-sensitive. All the more reason to take this world if some of their security force pilots could touch the Force.

"Coming in hot on the LZ!" the pilot of the dropship yelled and all the soldiers gripped their weapons harder. The droids whirred into active battle stances as the dropship shuddered from a near miss. The civilians within the city should know what was arriving now, as Wrath-fighters had clear opportunity to begin strafing runs on fortified positions.

Landing, the back ramp lowered, and the Sith forces charged out, orders clear to not kill civilians and only to engage the enemy forces. They had something to prove after all, to show these people that the Sith were strong. Taeli ignited her lightsaber, striding forward as breeze rustled her black dress and hooded cape, her eyes blazing yellow as she led the forces in the assault.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

As the shuttle inched closer and closer to the star port Nulgath could take note of the various Jedi influenced art pieces that were around the area, he had no doubt once he was in the star port he would continue to find Jedi influenced objects as well. They were destined to fall by his hands. Landing in the star port Nulgath nodded to his pilot and exited the shuttle, placing his hands behind his back and keeping his bald head high he proceeded to the more crowded sections of the starport. Where crowds could be influenced and Jedi relics could be taken away or destroyed. Many Zabraks glanced at the Epicanthix he stuck out like a sore thumb and yet paid no one any attention. The way he carried himself almost convinced everyone else that they were invisible and that the center of the galaxy was Nulgath himself.

Stopping at an intersection Nulgath kept one hand behind and back and used the other to rub his chin. Crowds walked around him as he studied a statue of some old Jedi from long ago. The statue was life sized not too big and even had a plaque...how cute. With both hands by his side he slowly rose them as he felt his grip through the force take hold of the object. Starting at the Base it slowly cracked and soon moaned as metal bent under the momentum of the movement. With a slight Grin he said aloud " What a horrible Influence to follow! You bring shame to your very history by looking up to the Jedi." He paused and pushed the statue aside. Species of all sorts halted and watched, some continued on and ignored Nulgath but the majority had their attention captured. " The age of the Jedi is dwelling out, like the splitting of Coreilla soon the Jedi will break." Nulgath slowly examined the crowd and their faces, some were in fear others confusion. They all shared the a interest in though, Nulgaths words were liked a sharpened sword. " But... From the ashes a new order can be built, Imagine a order that will be open to the masses and not the selected younglings! An Academy for everyone to..." He stopped thinking for the right words and eyeing the main starport entrance as he heard footsteps run towards him. It was Security armed with stun batons...Right on time. Eyeing the clock he frowned some as his perdiction was few minutes off, security had came early.

" OUT OF THE WAY! MOVE IT!" they shouted as the pushed bodies of people to the ground like brutes. Surrounding Nulgath the crowds slowly got bigger, the conflict got more interesting. The Zabrak guards bared their teeth as they got closer to Nulgath carefully, With a nod the Captain signaled to bring him the bald epicanthix down. All the but the captain moved toward his person.

" You dare to attack me here? Do you even know whom you face?!" he said Arrogantly and let loose a controlled force push aim at their feet. The security guards stumbled and fell few feet short of their epicanthix target. Smirking Nulgath curved his fingers down releasing stunning sparks into their beings. Force shock, the beginners start to force lightning. An ability that was useful in all situations. Grunting with some pain Nulgath waved his hand to his left disarming the security guards from their stun batons and for good measure gave the stunned zabrak guards another shock to ensure their in-capitation. It was important to leave the guards alive and finish where he left off. With one guard left Nulgath looked up at the Captain and said sternly " Enough! My words are for the People! Not for the Jedi influenced Government. Even now they attempt to silence my voice against their ways.." he looked at the crowd again noticing that some were indeed recording the him for the planet to see. " Join One Sith once more! As your species did in the past. Help us usher in an Era of Peace. We have noticed the grief and war brought to the Galaxy! Help change it! You do have a-" Nulgath bit his lip as t he Security Captain began to shout.

" Enough?! You are Sith! You are the very evil of the galaxy! You bring War apon us! You wish to use our race our strong will and strength and that is all you Sith want! Not peace!" The crowds began to talk amongst themselves and agree with the mans words. Rubbing his Chin Nulgath eyed the Captain and gulped. A crowd could maul him easy, but instead of placing thought on an escape route the Epicanthix retorted with " I am Sith! Your observational skills are very Unquie Captain... But you are also mistaken. Your men at my feet are they not still Breathing? The numerous people around myself... are they injured and torn to bits? Tell me Captain do I have the appearance of a Monster? No? Can you spot a Weapon on my person? No..." he retorted sharply and paused watching the crowds talk and nod their heads agreeing with what he stated.

" Tell me where were your guardians when the Skys tore? When strange occurrences happen all over Galactic scene?! When loved ones disappeared randomly into thin air and unspeakable horrors roamed free. Tell me Captain where was the Republic? Where was the Jedi when Coreilla Split apart?! And Who is now here now to help show you your destiny, to help change and repair the Galaxy itself!" Pausing again Nulgath started to breathe more as he got in the groove of things and began to incorporate his hands into his arguement and/or point of view of things. " You see we Sith are only monsters when YOU make us be. Similar to your own history we share you strong will and honor. We admire you in many ways! Do not hold us Sith up so high.. We are like you, aiming to help make a difference. Please! Search for the Truth.... We will not keep you in the Dark." he clasped both hands behind his back once more and began to walk towards the door. The Zabrak security Captain attempted nothing as the bald Epicanthix gentleman moved, he himself could only stare at the Sith in a sort of awe.

" If you came to agree with anything I said please assist me in removing the wrongful influences that is the Jedi! For I am only a voice of sorts. Alone I can do little, But United under One Sith... We inscribe our actions into Legend!" Nulgath finished with and finally exited the starport. Tired of talking he could hear a chunk of the crowd following him who agreed with him or who were interested and the hum of droids hover as they continued recorded him in his moment. And though he showed no emotion in his head he could only say one thing.

Fools...

[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Melori Raaf"]
[member="Elensa Jari"]

 

[Darth Veles]

The streets of the city bustled with activity, people following their daily routines indifferently. This day looked like any other, nothing out of ordinary, nothing standing out. Men, women, children; all walked towards their destination, be it to attend a meeting, go to school, buy food from the vendors and markets, meet their friends. An average, normal day that promised to be followed by a peaceful night, only to be replaced by another day, an endless cycle. For those on planets torn by the neverending conflict between the Sith and their Republic adversaries, this way of life looked like an unobtainable dream, though it would soon turn into a living nightmare for those who refused to submit to the Sith superiority. Mere seconds separated this last moment calm from the approaching storm in the skies. Only some have noticed the small dots above their head, the ships of the One Sith invasion force. As he walked through the crowd, completely ignored despite being radically different from the Iridonian majority, Darth Veles mentally prepared himself for the inevitable moment that would mark a drastic change for the planet and its inhabitants, particularly those in possession of the gift of the Force. Soon, very soon, all life was about to stop, all routines broken like chains.

One.

Two.

Two explosions thundered above their heads. Gasps of awe, shock and surprise could be heard as all chatter stopped all of the sudden as if turned off by pressing a button, a powerful switch that caused all sentient beings in the city to simply stop in their activities and turn their gazes towards the sky in unison. Two large balls of fire erupted in places where two starfighters of the planet’s defence forces used to be, sprawling burnt remains of the machines in all direction, leaving black trails of smoke that made the explosions look like massive spiders towering above the city. The two flaming wrecks swiftly approached the ground like an apocalyptic rain of fire as both impacted the ground somewhere far away, crashing behind the far buildings, the only trace being the black pillar of smoke and more sounds of explosions. So far, the streets still looked completely orderly; everyone’s movement frozen, their minds unable to comprehend what just happened in front of their very eyes. Another countdown started within the amphibious Sith Lord’s mind, one counting the seconds when order became chaos. This prompted him to move faster, pushing through the sea of bodies that stood motionless, staring at the horrifying spectacle in the sky. Darth Veles knew very well the Sith would soon restore order on the planet, extinguish the chaos they have caused, but he needed to take down the symbols that gave the planet’s defenders strength, supporting their morale merely by existing. Famous Iridonian Jedi.

Agen Kolar stood close, his face stone, watching over the masses and paying no mind to the invasion. The statue towered high above their heads, being the dominant part of the plaza they were on, sturdy square memorial underneath the statue having a golden plaque on each side, describing the Jedi’s accomplishments in a patriotic fashion. A relic of the past, soon to be replaced by new, real heroes. Staring at the Jedi’s face for a moment, Avreet’s expression as emotionless as that of the statue, the Mon Cal Sith raised his webbed hand, his telekinetic grasp wrapping around the man of stone. The Jedi Master remained silent as his icon refused to submit to the Sith Lord’s will, but its resistance was just as foolish as the real man’s attempt to fight Lord Sidious; the stone finally gave away and the first Jedi Master on the planet crumbled, crying little pebbles that warned all standing underneath to quickly get out of the way as the statue toppled forward, hitting the ground head-first, the face of the man shattering to pieces while the rest of the head split in three, sending a cloud of dust into the crowd.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Elensa Jari"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Elensa Jari"]

The people, except for some of the security forces that had seen the landings and opened fire, were caught by surprise as the Sith transports disgorged their forces towards the capital city of Iridonia. Taeli batted bolt after bolt away from her, striding forward as her troopers formed up around her and charged. Arachnid droids opened fire with their laser cannons, tearing chunks away from edifices and forcing the retreat of some Zabraks from their hastily fortified positions.

All around the planet, it was the same story. The Zabraks, a proud people known for war, had been taken by surprise by the sudden Sith assault. That would only earn some begrudging respect towards the invaders for such a successful military move, and Taeli intended to keep on impressing. Even now, Krayt Industries ships and engineers would be arriving in system, intent on building shipyards and droid factories on the surface once a sufficient part had been occupied. Within those Krayt ships would be men and women solely brought for one purpose, to reconstruct the Sith academy here.

But for now, Taeli advanced forward and a Zabrak, wielding a vibrosword decorated with pictures of his ancestors, charged out to meet her. He was only met for his trouble by a stream of Force Lightning from her hand, blasting him back and killing him in a very painful way. More Zabraks came charging out, foolishly thinking that honor would be theirs for dying in battle. They were struck by wave upon wave of blaster fire as the Sith troopers turned what was a brave charge into a massacre.

The fall of Iridonia had truly begun.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Iridonia…Melori was now used to travelling from planet to planet, their names and conditions irrelevant as she did her duty.

But this one was different. This one had a famous son that certainly appealed to her. So as they neared the Mid Rim world, she was aware of its strategic importance – as it connected the Outer and Inner Rims and was famous for many battles though the ages. She was aware of the Sith Academy that the Brotherhood of Darkness operated but despite this, many sects positive to the Jedi existed on this planet, and she was tasked with identifying any she could and helping to bring them down.

So she was ultimately heading to Wortan – a major city built on the Aro River – that offered Ferronconcrete buildings and a natural canyon wall that housed a series of natural and artificial tunnels – many of which were connected to the exterior buildings by bridges. In particular she was aiming for Banol’s Maze – a labyrinth of collapsed tunnels and destroyed stores that survived the Mandalorian Wars and was primarily inhabited by criminals, swoop gangs and Jedi sympathisers.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus had, upon landing on the surface with [member="Darth Arcanix"] , gone out on his own. Here on his own planet, he had something he needed to do before anything else. Zarvik, Jedi Weaponmaster and ultimate leader of the Jedi on Iridonia, he was known well by Ferus. Once upon a time he was to learn from the Jedoi, but that never came to be as he left with his blood thirsty father. Now, on his return home, he was going to have to deal with this.

Pulling free his golden saber the red man would walk towards the Jedi Enclave, never once stopped. That was not the Iridonian way after all. With a booming voice Darth Ferus would call out, his grip ever tight on his saber. "Come out Zarvik! This is the day you and the rest of the Jedi that plague this planet die! No longer will our species be stifled to peace, suffocated underneath your code. We will rise again as we have so many times before and return as one of the most dangerous people in this galaxy!" Despite the war going around on this planet, every Iridonian knew that it was truly nothing special. Sith, Jedi, themselves. They had fought all, and win or loose they always returned.

Ferus had made sure to get this onto the net, knowing full well that this duel would affect more with the warriors on Iridonia than a simple show a force like his friend was doing. That was why he was here after all. For now, on the base of the steps, he looked up, ever awaiting the Weaponmaster.

And he didn't have to wait long.

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"So the Sith have finally come. You will not win here." The weaponmaster stepped out with a single hilt of a saber in his hand. Locking eyes with the Darth, he knew just as well as Ferus how much truly resided on the outcome of what came next. ​

 

[Darth Timoris]

She followed the flow of the river Aro to navigate the Aro-voa canyon. She knew the city was at a much wider spot and as she approached it she realised it was in fact very wide here - maybe two kilometres across.

The city was effectively in three parts. The most visible were the new Ferronconcrete buildings - but these were in the centre of the city and only numbered a few blocks and were adjacent to the south wall of the canyon. The largest inhabited part of the city was built into the canyon itself - but neither of these were of concern to her. So she landed close to the part of the city that appeared to be little more than rubble. In truth it was heavily populated - and apparently was home to a lot of Mandalorians.

But her main focus were the Jedi sympathisers. So she grabbed her sister's Jedi robes out of the closet and changed into them. Clipping her own saber to the belt, she felt odd and not a little dirty, but she figured the quickest way to flush out those that supported the Jedi was to pretend to be one. So she had a plan. Pick a public fight with a swoop-gang and see who showed up to help her. Like most of Melori's plans it was simple - and not a little dangerous. But then, that's just how she liked it.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"I can sense your nervousness...you reek of it Mr. Conith," Darth Venefica commented as he took a seat opposite her as a bounty hunter flanked him on either side.​

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She sat there just staring at him in silence, watching his hands grow more fidgety by the second. Occasionally she would wave a dismissive hand to silence him when ever he tried to speak, causing him to squirm slightly in is chair. The Sith Lady didn't need the Force to alert her how frightened he was becoming. She assumed several scenarios were playing out in his mind as he struggled to understand why a Sith was here in his apartment; just staring at him.​

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"I'll get right to it, Mr. Conith," she began breaking the eerie silence, "The Sith have come to claim Iridonia. As we speak...a sizable force is landing on the planet."​

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The Munn looked at her, his eyes growing larger than normal. She could tell by his body language that this was bad. But for whom? The planet or himself. She had read up on the Munn's explorations since coming to Iridonia. Everything he worked for, legally and illegally, was on the verge of collapsing all around him.​

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"You...Mr. Conith will help us."​

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"He...help you," he stammered, "How am I suppose to help you?"​

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"A very good question. Allow me to elaborate on this. War is terrible...people die...cities burn...etc. However, the voice of reason can carry more sway than armed soldiers. You...Mr. Conith will be that voice...our voice."​

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"I see. You may not be aware of this but there are many that do not trust me. My word or voice will mean nothing."​

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Darth Venefica smiled then began to laugh quietly. She was well aware of his tarnished reputation and though she despised such greed in others, he had a purpose. Killing him would gain nothing. Just one more dead corrupt politician filed away in the long list of statistics.​

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"You are wrong. Who will the people turn to when all the other's have abandoned them...hmm?"​

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"Are you implying," he replied when he realized where she was going with this.​

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"I imply nothing. The Sith always reward those that serve faithfully, Mr. Conith."​

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The Munn thought about his options then said, "I'm in."​

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"Of course you are, Mr. Conith. Greed is your only master," Darth Venefica said.​

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Objective: Hunt down and capture politicians​

[member="Melori Raaf"] ... [member="Darth Arcanix"] ... [member="Darth Veles"] ... [member="Darth Ferus"] ... [member="Elensa Jari"] ... [member="Nulgath Zardai"]​

 

[H3xle]

Objective: Wipe out the Influence of Jedi on the populace


Tain was good in combat, this he already knew. However, the role of an assassin wasn't to always move up boldly and decry champions. The best and brightest assassins could do so and hopefully gain the outcome they desired, but Tain was merely an initiate, and the champions of the Zabrak were hearty warriors. No, this mission was far more important than Tain's pride, and so he took a different tack.

Tain had done what was called a HALO jump from one of the landing forces dropships. The high altitude, low opening chute he wore, along with his use of the force, allowed him to touchdown outside the capital city of Iridonia as the landing forces advanced. The populaces attention held, it did not take very long for Tain to find and don some of the traditional garb of the Zabraks. He pulled the cowl of the robe low over his face, his red tinged skin would let him blend in somewhat with the populace, but if anyone was able to get a good look at his face, they would know that he was not of them. Tain slipped into the city via the outskirts. Earlier, when on their way to the system aboard the One Sith starships, Tain had had the intelligence division write up some letters in the hand and vernacular of the more middling members of the Zabrak council that ruled the planet. The letters stated that the person laying dead near this letter was a Sith sympathizer, and that the Jedi masters would have no traitors in their midst during these troubling times, lest they aid the Sith in their conquest. The targets that Tain had in mind were random citizens, some who were outspoken for the Jedi, some who were quietly outspoken against the Jedi, and some who weren't outspoken at all, but were powerful in the underworld. Rumors would run wild during the invasion, the Sith forces were focused on other parts of the city. The deaths couldn't be at their hands. When the death toll attributed to the 'Jedi Loyalists' finaly got high enough, the public would start to turn against them. Zabraks liked to live free, they did not want their choices chosen for them.

Tain stepped into the stairwell of a building, it was the first of his targets. This man was a middling Jedi supporter, though his more common interests had him leading a privately owned shipping consortium that brought goods from all over the planet to the spaceport in the capital city, then transported them off planet. People with as much power as he had, but without being directly in politics, were just the sort of person that people were ready to believe practically anything about. When he reached the top of the stairs he was stopped by two guards.

"What do you want?" The one who seemed to be in charge asked as he barred the way. "Thaevin is in a meal."

"I am an envoy from the Jedi council, the Sith are attacking the planet. The council wanted me to convey a message to Thaevin on their behalf." Tain opened the waist of his robe a little bit, showing the hilt of a lightsaber there. It was mostly black, but to most of the populace the only discernible difference between a Sith saber and a Jedi saber was that Sith sabers were red and Jedi had the rest of the rainbow.

Not wanting to be responsible for stopping an envoy of the Jedi, the guards let him past. Tain entered the room and closed the door behind him silently. He reached out to the force and let it guide his steps through the suite silently, until he was at the back of his target. He approached silently, grabbed his saber hilt and the man around the neck at the same time. With a precision that was partially guided by the force, Tain lit off his saber directly into the back of the mans chest. Instantly, a cauterized flesh hole appeared through the mans chest, evaporating the majority of the Zabrak's right most heart and killing him almost instantly. Tain turned off his saber and returned the man to his seat, slumping him forward over his meal. Tain laid one of the letters he carried on the table beside the man's wampa steak. He then turned and made his exit.

"Your master wishes to not be disturbed for the moment. He says he has to deliberate over the news before he commits to any action." Tain informed the guards as he exited the suite.

"Thaevin doesn't speak like that..." The main guard replied, confused.

"No, but I am loathe to use such coarse language myself." Tain said as he brushed past the guards and down the stairs. He was confident that they would let him alone for a few hours. That would give him time to cull several more targets before news of the 'Jedi' attacks on the populace began to circulate.

[member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Melori Raaf"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Establish One Sith dominance

[member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Tain Organa"]

It was becoming more of a pitched battle now, Taeli thought as her forces surged into the city proper now. While the outer security forces had been overwhelmed and driven back, those within the capital had had time to prepare themselves, and now the martial spirit of the Zabraks was becoming clearer and clearer. Entire squads of Sith troopers were getting slaughtered now, the Zabraks not caring about casualties as they clashed against the lines.

She was quickly growing in respect for these people, even as she fought and defeated Zabrak after Zabrak that challenged the Sith to gain glory. She heard a familiar snap-hiss as a Jedi Padawan showed up on the frontline, heading right for her. Zabrak of course, but he seemed to be only focusing on martial skills in the same vain as Agen Kolar. A pity.

She could easily kill with her Force powers, but she was trying to prove something to these people. So, she met his blade with hers and engaged him in a fast saber duel. She could tell he had no experience fighting a user of Makashi as her small strikes and parries scored several hits.

"You really bit off more than you could chew," she sighed, deflecting another strike and with a flick of her wrist, the Zabrak's sword hand had fallen to the perrmacrete beneath them.

Yelling, Taeli slammed her hilt into his temple and knocked him out. He would be a useful being to the Sith, if he decided to turn. She would leave that for others to do though, she had a battle to win. Her ear piece was buzzing with news from other operation zones, success and setbacks alike. It was going to be a long haul to take the world.