Reclaiming a Legacy (One Sith Dominion of Iridonia)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Spoiler

[3/20]
Location: Rain-forests of Iridonia

Objective: 4, learn new Force ability, and possibly blow stuff up

Though he had struggled, Tanek was rather pleased with himself now. Sage hadn't reprimanded him for his failed efforts in the beginning, or for making the victim scream. Luckily for him, she had not revealed their location. If not for Xiarr, who did it much quicker than himself, he might've appreciated the fact that he managed it rather quickly. The sensation of being in absolute control of someone, in their head, dominating them from a distance and making them a slave to your every desire... This was power. It was exhilarating. The best part was that it was merely the tip of the iceberg. This was exactly one of those things Sage Bane had teased him with, and now he was doing it himself. He would become Sith, he had no doubts now. Not that he bothered with doubts before, but this solidified his confidence.

His concentration was so great, he didn't dare break it by replying to Sage. But he took his council to heart, focusing on the feelings he felt from dominating this other person, controlling her every move. He felt the Force now, the Dark Side, flowing through him, empowering him. It would appear the Dark Side had taken note, and showed him its approval, or that was how it felt to him.

He closed his own eyes, attempting to see through the eyes of the other. The two Zabrak were approaching the Jedi Temple now. Soon, their plan would be executed and the Temple would go crashing down, killing any Jedi within. It was exciting to be allowed to take a stab at the Jedi Order. He could see through the eyes of the Zabrak the steps of the Jedi Temple. So far so good. There didn't seem to be too many people, and those that were within sight were occupied, probably with preparation for either an evacuation or a counter-attack. But it would be futile. Iridonia belonged to the Sith now.

The Zabrak were walking up the steps of the temple now, passing some people who turned their heads at them. They were getting noticed. Walking around with a bomb vest would do that to you. Amidst the chaos, and by virtue of being Zabrak, they'd gotten this far. Tanek's brows furrowed, and his Zabrak darted off into a sprint up the stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs, running towards the entryway of the temple, he would see a Jedi running towards him, or her, whichever term was more appropriate. Had he sensed the danger? Tanek wished to get further into the temple to do maximum amount of danger, but he realized that he wouldn't get that far. The Zabrak held up the detonated, thumb pushing down. The Jedi had a hand stretched out, and Tanek saw, through the eyes of the Zabrak, suddenly being pulled away from the temple. No, not pulled, pushed. Force Push!

An explosion. Then another. "NO!" Tanek exclaimed immediately, eyes furious, wide open. The Jedi had pushed the Zabrak back just in time, sending her flying backwards, away from the gateway to the temple. The people they had passed on the stairway got incinerated, and he suspected that the Jedi would've likely died, or suffered severe burns in the blast. But no structural damage of significance had been dealt. The temple still stood. Tanek had been denied the satisfaction he was seeking. He had lost his eyes on the Jedi Temple. Had he still been able to see, he would've seen five Jedi charging out; one Knight, and four Padawans. Because of the failed bombing attempt, they had survived, and now they would be heading for the Sith trio's position. Though Tanek wasn't quite as skilled in Force Sense, Sage might be alerted to their approach.

[member=Sage Bane]

 

[Vrag]

[13/20]​

Location: In transit - Jedi Temple
Objective: Spank the Pinky Subdue Iridonia
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Xiarr Raeth"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cv_go1xUyks​

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A muttered grunt left her chest as the cheekier of the two Banes responded, and Vrag killed the connection in lieu of chewing him out. Her bout with the Grandmaster had tired her somewhat, and she'd never been the kindest of conversationalists, so it was probably a good idea. Not that she particularly cared about the Knight's feelings, mind you; she just wasn't in the mood for trading barbs with someone as insolent as Sage Bane.

Without further ado, the Hand of the Dark Lord stalked over to her shuttle and flopped down into one of the seats, letting the navicomputer do the work for her. She was a professional murderizer, not a pilot. It wasn't required in the resume, and it therefore didn't matter.

A low sigh escaped her lips as she let her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back against the headrest.

"Feth."

Her forearm was still tingling with vestigial pain, and something in her left shoulder was making very discouraging grinding noises. Apparently Grandmasters like to leave their mark. The firrerreo snorted and rolled her shoulder with a small grimace. Knowing that the injury was going to be a mere memory by the time she landed, the Sith let herself relax, allowing her mind to drift for a few moments. It wasn't even that dueling was such a mentally taxing activity; it was a way to recuperate between one fight and the other, gather herself, so to speak.

And then the vessel shook slightly, and the woman groaned. Why are we there yet?

For someone who spent an inordinate amount of time killing, torturing, destroying and generally committing war crimes, Vrag liked to complain a lot. It was mostly all internal, of course — wouldn't do to tarnish that terrifying reputation — but it was true nonetheless.

Ugh.

Her boots made nary a noise as she walked down the ramp, brandishing a chitin carbine in one hand and the lightsaber in the other. After facing off with the impertinent brunette, Vrag was ready for any two-time Jedi that were left roaming the planet. She was aching to spill some blood, and Force help those who got in her way.

"Bane!" her voice rang out, the red eyes of her skull settling on the Knight. "Again with your mindkarking tricks?" Her towering form came to a stop as she reached the man, giving him a once-over before turning her gaze to the Temple in the vicinity.

"Try breaking some bones once in a while, pinky. You might find you like it," she spoke with a slight chuckle to her voice, turning away in the same breath and marching forward to meet the oncoming defenders head on. She braced the carbine against her arm and started shooting the thud bugs at the enemy, grinning like a woman possessed behind her mask.

Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Rain forests of Iridonia
Objective: Objective 4, Destroy a Jedi Temple & Get spanked by Vrag
Allies: [member="Xiarr Raeth"] [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Vrag"]

Sage watched the scene unfold as Tanek's meat puppet blew herself up near the entrance of the Jedi temple, but leaving the temple itself still standing. Through waves of the Force the Knight felt the shimmer of death as the Zabrak took a few Jedi with her, and then the sweet sensation of panic as the Jedi on watch realized just what was happening. Light brown eyes focused keenly in the direction of the temple, Sage gave Tanek no reprimand for missing his mark. After all, it was a good first try for a young apprentice. He barked a quick word of warning instead.

"They're coming."

"BANE!"

The familiar voice sounded like a freighter crash landing in his head. Oh Sithspit, here we go. He whirled around to face the cold, judgmental gaze of the Hand of the Dark Lord. Vrag rewarded him with a withering once-over and a sarcastic comment, then flew off in the direction of the incoming Jedi. Sage smirked as his lightsaber snapped into his grip. A few off-color retorts flew through his head, but he wouldn't dare say them out loud, lest risk the kind of beatdown he had gotten on Zenith Prime. Sage thumbed the switch to activate the luminous red blade with a snap-hiss. Turning to the Togruta, he smiled, his eyes darkening as a prelude to his impending bloodlust.

"You heard the woman. Let's go break some bones."

 

[Vrag]

[14/20]​

Location: Jedi Temple
Objective: Subdue Iridonia
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Xiarr Raeth"]
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9QC2k3M6PE​

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That smile on his face spoke of insolent thoughts bouncing about in that fragile skull of his, and had she more time and energy, the firrerreo might've offered a reprimanding word or two.

She had neither, however, and so instead of dallying on unimportant matters, the Hand of the Dark Lord dove right into the attacking force with gusto, bashing someone's head in with the stock of her carbine to finish the job that the thud bugs had started.

Despite what some might claim about Makashi and its elegant qualities, Vrag hadn't chosen the Form for its purported style; she'd chosen it for its practicality, reach and efficacy. It was efficient in the way the arc of a strike severed a limb; in the way the trajectory of the thrust buried the blade nigh naturally in the heaving chest of an opponent; in the way a parry allows for a smooth riposte before the enemy can ever recover.

Oh, to find beauty in battle!

Surely not for everyone, that was certain, but the Sith were mostly united in their taste for blood and carnage. Some more, some less, but all shared that particular preference to a certain degree. And Bane? Oh, did he ever.

Her lips stretched into a wider smile as she crushed some poor sod's ribcage with a well-placed punch, leaving him to drown on dry land, choking on his own blood. Vrag was already moving on, the red blade always dancing in her grasp as she moved across the battlefield, keeping watch of her surroundings and the number of foes aiming for her.

Her Pinky was skilled enough to fend for himself, and his apprentices too, hopefully. If a few unruly and unorganized Jedi were enough to take them down, then they probably weren't good warrior material anyway; better to cull the weak early on, where little to no resources have been expended on them, as opposed to discovering their uselessness much later on. The woman nearly shuddered at the thought.

To take her mind off of such unpleasant notions, Vrag decapitated another enemy, cauterizing the wound in the same motion. Before she could bring her lightsaber around to finish off his friend, however, a trio of bullets rammed hard into her Skerr Kyrric plating, the Vonduun reeling at the impact.

Wild blue eyes flickered to the offender, their scorching gaze amplified tenfold by the red glow of the skull's sockets. She wasted not a second more, firing off a few thud bugs in the direction of the impudent Knight before following the projectiles with a burst of speed.

You will regret this, those orange eyes spoke as she neared, the skull grinning as ever.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Jedi Temple on Iridonia
Objective: Kill kill kill
Allies: [member="Xiarr Raeth"] [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Vrag"]

Sage watched Vrag dispatch of the padawans with such beauty and efficiency, it enchanted him. He stood, watching her for a moment, his head slightly tilted, like an amorous suitor watching his lover slowly undress. He felt the death well up around them both as bodies hit the ground, and the aura of darkness it created unleashed his amphistaff arm. The leathery tentacles reared up triumphantly, hissing and thrashing, still under the shakiest amount of control. He and his amphistaves were four sentient minds, linked together, all sharing the same blood lust.

Suddenly, more Jedi poured out of the Temple. A few more Knights and a slew of Padawans sprinted towards the waiting Sith. Sage shook himself from his reverie, and ignited his red blade which hummed vibrantly into life. He headed towards a group of Padawans, his cloak billowing around him. Cowering at the sight of his arm, the youngsters did not run. Fools.

As soon as the first Padawan was within his reach, his black tentacles quickly coiled around the first limb they could seize. The Padawan was lifted high in the air by the Vong creatures, and Sage bisected him through the torso with his plasma blade. Before the two halves of the man even hit the ground, Sage was moving with a blur onto the next Jedi. The maw of one of his amphistaves struck out viciously, spitting venom into the girl's face, blinding her instantly. Exhibiting a mastery of the Ataru form, Sage followed up with short sharp strikes to her midsection.

Out of the corner of his eye, Knight Bane kept watch for Acolytes Xiarr and Santii. Hopefully, here on Iridonia, the apprentices would get their first taste of a real battle. He had a feeling that both men would fall as deeply in love with the spillage of blood as the kaae dohdoha himself once did.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Iridonia, an Estate
Objective: Elimination
[1/20]

‘Contact.’ the veiled man whispered in his commlink as two guards walked up towards the place he was hiding at, two pops were barely audible under the sound of the nightlife permeating from the forests around them. The guards fell to the ground with a thunk, but the veiled man had already slipped away further into the reaches of the estate.

Business as usual, get in, take the stuff, get out. Raise mayhem? Was part of the mission planner, so Caden supposed he would need to get his hands on some explosives. Maybe a big flamethrower would do too, but why make a mission more fun than it deserved.

Cadell wasn’t sure why he was sent here to do this job, but then again… he usually didn’t know why he was running the jobs he was sent on. All part of the program, you go out and do your thing, get your cash in exchange and then walk away again.

Only way to survive this biz.

Hugging the wall the merc looked around the corner just to see another guard, these guys were really getting a bit pesky. He slipped a combat knife from his boot and started creeping up towards the guy, would be all over soon enough.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Location: Jedi Temple
Objective: Files Recovery
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Xiarr Raeth"]

Parash walked in the butchers' wake at first, clods of bloody dirt adhering to his boots. He scraped it off against a piece of stonework, sans symbolism, and watched the Jedi defense team get thoroughly eviscerated by Lady Vrag and Bane. What in the Force's name did the Jedi hope to gain by dying like this? Even success, some hail-Shmi ploy that struck down the attackers, would do nothing about the One Sith forces currently taking Iridonia. Maybe they thought killing a Sith Lord would make the Ones' victory pyrrhic. Based on Sith demographics alone, Parash could have testified against that supposition. Or maybe the Jedi were trying to buy time for a desperate evacuation. Younglings first, then data, unless they meant to purge the files rather than evacuate them. If the latter, Parash was too late on the scene. If the former...the Jedi would simply have to be satisfied with getting their children out alive. Not that their odds of that were especially good either.

A bulky Silk-made Scanpack, legacy of an old deal, gave him a good idea of the lifesigns and power signatures remaining in the little temple. He slashed a triangular hole in the wall some distance from the fight, and stepped inside unopposed. Nobody cared about someone as minor as Parash.

Humming to himself, he made for the room where the Scanpack detected lifesigns and active computer systems. Two of the former, three of the latter. He felt fear; it swelled as he entered the room with a knock on the doorframe.

"Excuse me," he said, as politely as he could under the circumstances, "but my goal is files reclamation. Please don't do anything-"

An Iridonian Jedi's green lightsabre flared to life and slashed down toward a computer tower. Parash's blade snapped out and caught it.

"-precipitous."

He kept that sabre lock as the other Jedi stepped in with a swing. A blue blade ignited -- and halted as Parash's left hand closed around the handle just below the hand that gripped it. Before he'd contrived to make himself Force-sensitive, he'd become many things, and one of them had been strong. He yanked hard with his left, still keeping the green blade off the computer with his own sabre. The blue sabre corkscrewed out of the second Jedi's grip, burning the human across the temple with his own weapon. The Iridonian swung for a decapitation; with a mental shrug, Parash dropped his center of mass. The blade passed over his skull, and he flicked his crimson sabre into the Iridonian's ribs. A flicking strike wouldn't flat-out cleave, but the Jedi fell back, scrambling and burned. Cut deep.

The green sabre settled into Parash's left hand; each weapon pointed at a burned Jedi, one on his left, one on his right. He could move to take them down, but that would mean compromising his dominant protective position over the computers. "Looks like you get a chance today," he said. "Get out of here. Oh, and I don't recommend the front door."

They bailed. Parash started copying files.

 

[Vrag]

[15/20]
Location: Do you even care anymore?
Objective: Kick the remaining butt
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Xiarr Raeth"] | [member="Rel Connory"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5HoeTO1St8​

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The Sith, organized as always, proved to be more than a match for the panicked, desperate Jedi. They had never stood a chance, really, but now, driven near mad with fear… they were little more than playthings to the black force sweeping across the lands.

She grabbed one of the incoming opponents by a bony protrusion on his hairless head as she parried his sloppy, amateurish strike, yanking it to the side with a sharp twist. Her own strength coupled with the Vonduun coiled around her muscles, the man — his neck, specifically — never stood a chance. With a grisly snap the vertebrae gave out, and Vrag whipped his body around, sinking an attack from his living comrade. The zabrak's green saber carved into the warm corpse with a sizzling hiss, but the Hand wasted not a moment, pushing the dead Jedi towards his fried with a bodily shove.

The pair collapsed, and in a single fluid movement, she impaled them both, maintaining balance on her left leg as she kicked out with her right, breaking a satisfying amount of ribs in another would-be attacker. She shifted her stance to her right foot once it met the trampled earth again, bringing her free hand around to catch his chin with an open-palmed blow. Another neck snapped as she added a touch of the Force to the strike, sending his head backward with an unpleasant sound.

As the firrerreo moved through the field, she left naught but a swath of fallen, broken bodies in her wake, scorch marks demarcating her territory. There was nothing human about her in that moment, and as Baphomet turned her head to gaze at the last of the Jedi coming to face her, the man's step faltered. The cold, sickening flames burning in the empty sockets of her skull bore through his eyes and into his shivering soul. Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as the towering creature slowly turned to face him fully, extending her hand in a 'come hither' motion that looked absolutely terrifying when the Skerr Kyrric reeled along her fingers. The sharp legs clenched and extended in unison with her digits, giving the impression of claws that could rend flesh like wet paper.

"Are you afraid?" she asked, her voice carrying easily across the piles of cooling cadavers. "Are you afraid of death, boy?"

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Spoiler

[4/20]

Spoiler

Location: Rain-forests of Iridonia
Objective: 4, learn new Force ability, and befriend Jedi (jk, we gonna slice them up)

He knew they would be coming now. Tanek wasn't sure how many he had killed, or if any, but judging by the position of his Zabrak suicide-toy when he'd ordered her to blow herself up, surely, some must've been taken down. His eyes shifted towards Sage Bane. Was he angry with him? He was expecting a reprimand for his failure, but it did not seem to be the case. Perhaps he was not to blame, entirely. It wasn't the end of their assault, he knew. It was merely the beginning.

The young Acolyte prepared himself. That was when the presence of another was announced. This one he had never seen before. Vrag, Hand of the Dark Lord of the Sith. While he was unaware of her titles, he couldn't deny her imposing presence, the way that woman felt to him through the ripples of the Dark Side of the Force. She was powerful, there was no doubt about that. Seeing these powerful Sith constantly impressed him, as well as inspiring him to be unrelenting in his own training. If they could become this powerful, so could he. He'd read about them in his master's archives, but to see them in action... His look of concern was replaced by a vicious grin. Tanek was eager to witness the battle to come.

"They're coming"

True enough. And the Togruta would do much more than merely witnessing the carnage. He wanted to be at the very centre of it. He drew the vibroblade, and met the Sith Knight's gaze. Time for the glory of battle, time for the Dark Side to manifest itself through the mangled corpses of Jedi. The two more experienced Sith charged first. Tanek was left staring, in awe at first, at the Hand's way of dispatching her opponents. There was graceful precision, smooth finesse, yet she was ruthless about it. It was... Aggressive. Angry. Beauty in battle. What lightsaber form was that? He did not yet know it, but he had fallen in love with The Way of the Ysalamiri, with Makashi.

Tanek was ready to charge, but again, he was distracted. This time not by the efficient beauty of Vrag's assault, but rather the bizarre and brutal way Sage's arm ripped itself apart, revealing a very dark secret underneath. What the hell was that?! The Sith were full of nasty surprises. This was not a good day to be Jedi, at least not on Iridonia. Tanek watched the amphistaves devour their prey. This was a different kind of beautiful. Now he fell in love with the art of battle, and the many ways it could manifest. It was high time Tanek Santii joined the fray.

The Togruta found himself a target. A Jedi Padawan by the looks of it. He was young. Tanek swept across the battlefield, throwing himself at his designated target. To his disappointment his strike was blocked by the blade of a blue lightsaber. He gritted his teeth in frustration, the image seemingly frightening the Padawan. No, not him. The battle. The environment. The Dark Side was claiming the planet, slowly consuming it, even Tanek could feel that. It was the fear of imminent defeat that was written over the Padawan's face, the fear of battle. Despite not being the source of his terror, Tanek was a representation of that battle. It was in that moment he knew he had him.

His Torgruta montrals alerted him to the presence of another, and he sensed a Jedi approaching him from behind. Tanek pushed the Padawan in front of him by increasing the pressure on his blade, then followed up with a hard strike to have him stepping backwards, as he swung around just in time to block the incoming orange blade of a redhaired girl. Her hair matched his skin. She was pretty to look at, Tanek noted, in the brief moment their blades became locked. He'd do something about that. The fear reeked, growing stronger as the Padawans became acutely aware of the growing pile of corpses around them.

Tanek sidestepped, making sure he wasn't caught in-between the Padawans. The slight advantage he had would be spoiled if he was careless about it. With the careful footwork of a seasoned hunter closing in on his wary prey, he moved to negate their advantage in numbers, giving them little opportunity to outflank him. When they came at him together, they were so close that Tanek could simply sidestep, redirect the blade of one into the path of the other. The boy-Padawan had to jump over the girl's blade to avoid getting his legs chopped off. He fumbled on his landing though, almost toppling over. It was brief, but this was his moment. The fight had likely gone on longer than either Sage Bane's or Vrag's, but they were much more seasoned. While they quickly hit their marks, Tanek's duel was a flurry of blades, loud clashes as the Acolyte and Padawans struggled for survival. By directing the redhead's blade into the path of her fellow Padawan, however, he had created an opening. He had her all to himself now. Tanek charged, relentless, with quick stabs and slashes. He had already torn at her flesh previously, trying to wear her down by slicing at her legs and arms. Now he went for the kill. His pace increased, fuelled by the Dark Side and the decisiveness of the moment. Their blades locked, spinning around as Tanek's vibroblade steadily trailed towards the hilt. The Padawan's eyes widened, but it was too late. The vibroblade tore at her skin, severing tendons, severing bone. Two soft, slender, hands dropped to the ground. Blood spat across Tanek's face shortly after as the Padawan let out a gasp. He had driven his vibroblade into her gut, lifting her body up, holding her slightly above the ground. The Togruta even walked forwards with her held up like that for a few feet, before the weight of her had him let her down. She was still standing, but not for long. His cold, heartless eyes stared into her helpless ones. Her eyes were blue. Soon, they would be dead. His red hand gripped the back of her head, holding her gaze, forcing her last moments to be fixed on him. Then he dove in. His sharp Togruta teeth tore into her face, ripping into her and tearing off a sizeable chunk. She'd scream, but, well, there was something in the way. The sound she managed was a horrid wheeze. Then Tanek let the ex-beauty drop.

The Acolyte was nearly completely covered in blood now. He had fell in love with battle earlier, but now he had lost himself. He had fought before, but never fuelled by the Dark Side, never next to other Sith who amped up the level of carnage, and the delicious and tempting surges of the Force. He was lost, in a haze of bloodlust and power. Tanek turned to face the final Padawan, who stared at him in disbelief and absolute horror. He spat out chunks of Zabrak meat on the ground, stepping slowly towards his final victim. It was a savage thing, what he had done, but the look on the face of the other Padawan was delicious. Tanek drank in his fear, his desperation. It was all he could do not to break out into mad laughter. Both Tanek's eyes and grin widened as he lunged at the Padawan. This engagement was short, however, the Padawan barely able to stand against the mad darkness in front of him. In one hard swing the lightsaber was knocked out of his hand, and with a spinning slash, his gut torn open. The Padawan became a literal example of the expression spill your guts. His head was decapitated next. Tanek turned, now to face Sage Bane and Vrag. Was the battle over? Was there more blood to be had? Or would they finally lay siege to the Jedi's last line of defence, their temple?

[member=Sage Bane] | [member=Vrag]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Iridonia, an Estate[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Elimination[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][2/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Knife slipped out of the boot with a smooth movement, big silent strides made him appear out of the shadows, the edge lashed out and cut through the throat. A soft gurgle that was interrupted by an armored palm to the mouth, the Veiled Man softly guided the corpse towards the ground before pulling him over into the shadows proper. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They wouldn’t find it until it was too late.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Caden didn’t waste anytime, quickly wiped off the combat knife on the clothing of the guard and slipped it back into its sheath, before disappearing back into the shadows. He turned another corner, no guards in sight and a single security camera with a glaring blind spot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Too easy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The merc started running, his movements damped by the rubber insulation; passive suppression of sound was the best stealth method in his opinion. Active camouflage made you lazy and prone to mistakes, but hiding in the shadows?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Being aware of your environment all the time?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The only way to stay sharp in a Galaxy such as this one. [/SIZE]

 

[Laguz Vald]

[16/20]
Location: Iridonia, other side of the estate
Objective: Elimination!
Allies: [member="Caden Cadell"]​

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Infiltrating the manor under the pretense of the cleaning maid was child's play, really, especially when she made sure her neck was cut low and her creamy mounds nearly spilling from the deep V exposing her chest to any and all roaming eyes. The butler probably didn't even hear a word of what she said, come to think of it. And… wasn't there a bit of drool on his chin when he closed the door behind her?

She couldn't quite recall. Well, no matter; she wasn't here to seduce old horndogs. She was here to… uh, what exactly was it again?

Some sort of weapons plans, or something in that vein. She'd have called [member="Kiran Vess"] to check again, but the guy was probably passed out on his couch — or bed, depending on his luck that evening — with a bottle of rum in his hand.

She rolled her eyes, a good-natured smile curling her plump, dark-red lips, and then the sexy maid costume was gone along with the maid. Instead she'd borrowed the surly face of the zabrak butler, pinching his thin mouth to achieve that perfect disapproving look.

A quick glance in a hallway mirror confirmed his sense of self-satisfaction, and Laguz narrowly suppressed a smug smile before his ruined his cover. With long strides the butler climbed a winding stairwell, bony fingers caressing the smooth mahogany rail as he reached the second floor.

He came to an abrupt stop, cocking his head to the side as he assessed the corridor with trained eyes. "What's your situation, Teacup?" his voice was barely more than a murmur as he spoke into the encrypted comlink, contacting the operative on the outside.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Iridonia, an Estate[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Elimination[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][3/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]One might ask themselves what Saeve Inc. was doing on Iridonia in the first place and one would find it a very good question indeed, in truth they hadn’t been hired by the One Sith for this job. The One Sith didn’t even necessarily know that they were here in the first place, there was one man who had hired them to do a job for him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darell Irani.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A man who had employed him for the better part of a decade, on and off of course. Neither men really believed in commitments that carried so far into the future, but a part of Cadell respected the man for his business sense and thirst for opportunity.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Today, they were here to push a few pieces of the puzzle to the right position. Saiba Security Solutions was slowly starting up, but they needed a piece of equipment, a thing that would make further establishment and recruiting that much easier.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Funding had never been a problem for Irani, but sometimes… a man couldn’t wait for opportunity. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sometimes?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A man needed to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]make [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]opportunity.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Courtyard has been cleaned, Xir.” the veiled man would answer over the comm, before starting his ascend over the walls towards the balcony. “Heading towards the Southern Balcony, how’s your status?”[/SIZE]

 

[Laguz Vald]

[17/20]
Location: Iridonia, other side of the estate
Objective: Murder!
Allies: [member="Caden Cadell"]​

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"Raiding the panty draw– I mean searching for the safe, of course," there was a small chuckle at the end of the sentence, but the comlink barely caught it. Must have been the kerchief the butler put in front of his mouth to cover up the atypical smirk on his face.

Laguz wasn't really raiding the lingerie collection of the lady of the manor — though he had been half-tempted to do just that mere minutes ago — his fleeting attention grabbed by a series of expensive-looking paintings on the other wall. The bedroom was spacious, as befit the bank account of the owner, and apparently they also had a taste for pricey decoration. The sniper wondered if he could get away with bagging a few of them, running a finger absently over his stomach, where his trusty blade resided. A few quick slashes, and the canvases would be free from their frames, easily rolled and hidden away… it was too tempting to resist, and Laguz had never been a creature of inhibition.

A minute or so later, the butler was slightly stockier than before, but with a small readjustment to his suit ripoff, the shifter resembled the original well enough to pass as the real thing from afar. A close scrutiny would reveal inconsistencies, of course, but a close scrutiny would most likely get the scrutinizer shanked anyway, so the point was a rather moot one.

"Still negative, Teacup. Moving a floor up."

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Iridonia, an Estate[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Elimination[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][3/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Noted.” Cadell replied with a smirk, he would have said a lot more, but scaling and climbing a wall at the same time made for a tough time in a discussion. Anyway, they all knew the drill, Irani had given them a pretty extensive briefing before going in and so they knew that they were aiming for the most Northern room, locked and secured by at least four Gamorrean Axe Guards.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Door would be made from reinforced durasteel, can’t punch through it or kick it in. They were here for two things, get whatever is in that room and make sure to send a message, which basically meant that they would need to execute anyone they encountered. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Irani did not mess around by any stretch of the imagination.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Eventually he climbed over the balustrade and onto the balcony, crouching and creeping close to the floor he softly pushed open the door that separated him from the inside. “I am in, Xir. Let’s break the party up.”[/SIZE]

 

[Laguz Vald]

[18/20]
Location: Iridonia, top floor of the estate
Objective: Redrum.
Allies: [member="Caden Cadell"]​

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The house was mostly empty, but that was hardly unexpected, seeing as most of the planet was being subject to the systemic and methodical Onesithification — a process that might find its way into the intergalactic dictionaries someday soon, considering how often it happened — it still didn't mean he didn't have to be careful, however. Only Force knew what sort of alarm systems were in place with a manor such as this, and Laguz had no wish die due to foolishness and arrogance in some forgotten villa on some backwater planet.

With a small sniffle, the tall butler rounded another corner and was finally faced with his goal. Too bad there was a layer of reinforced, military-grade durasteel between him and said goal, not to mention the quartet of burly Gamorreans that didn't look like they were going to buy his temporary disguise.

Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to blow shit up; either way, the pinched lines of the elderly zabrak withered and melted away to reveal a grinning amalgam of creatures that roamed only the darkest reaches of the Galaxy. Even the four guardsmen, thick and dense as they were, were possessed — perhaps even more so — of that primal fear that told a living being when to run and when to fight.

True to their nature, the Gamorreans chose to run at Laguz screaming and brandishing their axes. Oh, bother. Whoever knew this was going to happen?

 

[Prime]

Location: Iridonia
Company: [member="Caden Cadell"], [member="Vrag"]
Objective: On loan

Prime did not think. But should Prime be able to think, Prime would enjoy being sent on loan to allies of the Techno Union, or used as an escort for members of the corporate union that created the droid. The unit had been deployed with Saiba Group and under the command of Caden. Which meant that Prime was doing its best to get out and start murdering things. Murder was what Prime did. The unit was on Iridonia doing its thing for a bit, but when Caden arrived, new programming would take over.

Of course, without any sort of direction, Prime and its platoon of droids were just sort of… wandering and murdering things within the city until it was given an order, or contacted.

When it did get contacted, however, the face of an Iridonia would be stretched across the ‘face’ of the Hydra War Droid and bloody chunks of fallen bodies would be plastered on, and dripping from, the droid’s frame.

Simple joys for the droid’s messed up programming.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Iridonia, an Estate[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Elimination[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Prime"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][4/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]As it happened the balcony Cadell was coming from was the same balcony those Gamorreans had to pass before getting to Laguz, which was extremely well timed and almost bordered towards the unlikely. But that didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, because it was an event that helped them progress further towards their mission.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Shotgun whipped up and blasted through the glass doors separated the balcony from the hallways, caught one of the pigs immediately and threw him against the wall- dead. The other only got partially hit, only really made him mad.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Started running towards Cadell with a bared axe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The other two hadn’t even noticed and continued running for Laguz.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pump action shotgun though, not enough space to reload, so the merc threw the gun towards the pig with all his strength and then readied his blades. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They would be having pork chops for dinner today.[/SIZE]

 

[Laguz Vald]

[19/20]
Location: Iridonia, top floor of the estate
Objective: Pew pew?
Allies: [member="Caden Cadell"] | [member="Prime"]​

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Only years of experience made sure that Laguz reacted in time — or, really, reacted at all — dropping down as Teacup came roaring through the balcony door, wielding his shotgun as if it were some sort of ancient weapon that belonged to long-forgotten battlefields. Losing no time at all, the shifter caught xemself on its front limbs, pushing back up and forward with the momentum of xir dodge. A pair of powerful legs delivered a devastating kick to the gut of the wounded Gamorrean, irritating the shredded flesh as he was sent reeling back into his other two comrades.

With one fluid motion, the sniper was back on xir feet, lithe like a jungle predator as xe ran to meet the remaining pair of pigs — Teacup would surely deal with the injured one — ducking to the right at the last moment. The whistle of sharpened steel screamed through the air beside xir ear, but Laguz was already on the move, substituting the wall with the floor as xe sprinted to the side, launching xemself towards the guards with glee burning in xir eyes.

In the short second it took for xir to tackle the pig, Laguz had already extracted the blade that always lay hidden in xir belly, slicing through its thick throat in one smooth cut. Xe rolled off a moment later to dodge the swing of another axe, breathing through bared teeth of an eerie smile as xe turned to face the remaining guard.

 

[Prime]

Location: Iridonia
Company: [member="Caden Cadell"], [member="Vrag"]
Objective: On loan

Prime would like to learn to whistle one day. Prime felt it would make the droid more unsettling, or the networked ones, if they all whistled whilst hunting for flesh. Prime would not allow the other units to wear the flesh because part of its programming mentioned that dismemberment of bodies was a crime. But for Prime? It didn’t care. The droid had a strong body and big weapons. If things wanted to argue with it, the unit will end their run time.

Prime was the Norton Anti-Virus of the Galaxy.

Iridonians were falling and the program directive was ‘maim, murder and kill’. Really, it came across from the database as ‘eliminate enemy runtimes’ but when it got into Prime’s processor, it was a bit more… scrambled. Clearly.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Iridonia, an Estate[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Pew Pew.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Prime"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][5/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Gamorrean was pretty pissed off at this point in time, using the rage to ignore the bullets hugging his side to come in swinging with his axe. But that was the entire point of it, the pig was pretty fething slow when he was still busy swinging against gravity and the pain in his side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So Caden rolled diagonally and forward, the edged blade missing his skin by an inch and the Merc lashed out with his two pivot blades. Cutting deep into the legs of the beast and bringing him down the to knees, from there was it was easy picking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The veiled man jumped up and planted the blade deep in the neck of the pig, and twisted it for extra grotesque effect. Schutta fell down and then he went inside to see what else was happening, eyes fell on the wounded piglet that was trying to crawl away and Cadell smirked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Making the blades go away, he pulled out his blaster and shot the pig straight through the head. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Done deal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Cadell let Laguz handle the last guard, watching xer eviscerate him and then laughed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“That was fun, gotta blow up the doors, get what we came for and then we can go home.” [/SIZE]