Reclamation of the Lost [CIS Dominion of Torolis]

[Phoebe Draclau]

Objective: The Dark Mines
Location: The CSS Kothli

Instead of getting involved in the fight Phoebe had stayed behind to watch out for her little girl. She knew that Adela could handle herself and was a big girl but in her eyes her daughter would always be her little angel. It was hard for her to let go but she was trying her best.

The dark presence didn't really bother Phoebe much as she used to be a Sith and if anything it was rather comforting in a way. That was something the woman much rather keep to herself. She would be fine and she hoped that her fellow companions would be as well.


[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
[member="Adela Verd"]
[member="Serian Loria"]
[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Dorano1]

Objective D

Adela looked faintly frustrated at having to stay a few paces back, especially after initially being sort-of promised she could scout ahead a few paces. The Dark Side presence in the caves didn't bother her much, but it did send a shiver up her spine. She looked at her mother and tried her new telepathy skill for the second time. Why is the Dark Side so powerful here, mother? She asked, tilting her head in the inquisitive manner of a curious child.

[member="Phoebe Verd"]

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Location: Torolis City (or whatever the natives call it)
Objective: Clear out those god-damned Scavs and establish a permanent foothold, all on my lonesome

What a lovely planet. All full of love and people who just want to hug you and… wrap their teeth around your skin. Hang on a minute. This wasn’t what the travel agent told me! Neskar scowled as he recoiled from the clawing arms of the Scav, one out of many coming towards him as he stepped into the open-set plaza in Torolis City. He was heavily armed, so he had that advantage, whilst Scavs were mostly unarmed, but some had the intelligence to heave around lead pipes or pieces of glass. He might have to be careful around those ones. Hah, just kidding, he thought as he spun out his ripper, aimed it nonchalantly at the forehead of the swinging Scav, and squeezed tightly, a standard slug round slashing into the head of the Scav, imploding on the inside and leaving it minus a head. “Jokes on you, I got this trip at half-price!” he yelled, flicking his aim to the second nearest Scav, repeating the same, practised motion of firing a single shot, and waiting for the inevitable implosion. It was a nice implosion, there wasn’t even pieces of brain everywhere, it all collected in a neat pile where the Scav fell backwards, missing the top of its skull and the majority of what made it function.

Somewhat dazed by the sudden death of the two Scavs, the other ones seemed to become more wary of Neskar, their pace slowing but not stopping. “There better be a gift-shop on the way out of here,” he moaned, “Otherwise, I’d probably have to kill myself with all the dullness.” He flicked the ripper back into its holster, and then moved his right arm to his back, gripping the stock of the CZ-836 rifle, his stalwart shield. “And besides,” he said to the Scavs, whilst slamming in a magazine of slugs, raising it to shoulder height and glaring down the iron sights. “This isn't really a good welcome party,” BLAM, more implosions, “I expected some kind of open bar,” BLAM, another Scav fell, missing a good part of its torso. “You know, maybe a coconut or two.” BLAM, “But no!” BLAM, “This is just plain rude.” BLAM, “I will not,” BLAM, “write a good review on this planet on TripAdvisor, I’ll tell you that,” BLAM, “At least it isn’t as bad as Coruscant, there’s less STD's. More cannibals, well actually, that’s debatable, but I’m getting,” BLAM, “ahead of myself, either way, this is an appalling holiday, you should be ashamed,” BLAM, “of yourselves. Get your act together, maybe you’ll get a few more tourists and have to eat people less.” Neskar stopped firing and frowned. They were all dead. “Oh. I’ll still be writing that review.” he said finally, releasing the now empty magazine and replacing it with another. Now, to secure a foothold. Where, oh, where can I go? For now, let’s continue this mission as a type of search and destroy. Just my luck, all on my lonesome and outnumbered ten thousand to one. My kind of odds.

 

[EmKay]

Objective D: The Long Deep of Torolis
Location: The Threshold of Darkness

Atretes nodded to the Man in the Mandalorian Mask. He clipped the light to his belt and flicked it on, and it cast a light across the area before him. He turned, and rested his palm over the light to block it from shining everyone in the eyes.

"I will..." he paused, feeling the dark trying to creep back at him like an incessant pest with a ravenous hunger, but he shook it off, "I'll be fine." he said simply, quietly. He was beginning to question the wisdom of coming to this place, but it was too late now. He wasn't going to back down from this. His mind insisted that the Force shouldn't be so actively aggressive, and that there must be a driving power behind this assault. He gritted his teeth and took a step forward. This was a challenge he was going to face, and overcome.

He took a breath, and calmed his nerves. He supposed it was the tension in the air, but he realised he was having moments of nearly uncharacteristic aggression. He closed his eyes and took another breath, and when he opened them again he was somewhat less troubled. It was a strange situation he found himself in. He kept an odd distance in relation to the group. A way that kept him nearer to Isley than the others yet didn't interfere with the family interaction. He suspected that the daughter would be the most precious member of the group, and made a mental note to keep an eye out in case either parent slipped watch.

His mind drifted back to the mines, though. What could possibly be in there that was so determined to make his life difficult?

[member="Adela Verd"]
[member="Phoebe Verd"]
[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Objective: The Skies (B-2)
Location: Torolis Orbit

Taking a deep breath the young woman decided to forget trying to plan out an attack and just go with it. She was doing no good just flying around. Pointing her blasters at the fauna she fired away at the group that was coming towards her. What surprised her was how together and in order they seemed to be. Sophia didn't think that monsters could or would organize themselves this well. It was no matter she continued to shoot towards them.

"Resilient little buggers," she cursed under her breath as she found one shot on its own would not bring them down. That just got them mad and making them mad only got them to rush in her general direction. Firing again at the mad ones she found she could take them down on the second or sometimes third shot.

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective: The Dark Mines
Location: Stepping Into the Darkness

Having received confirmation from the young man that he would be alright, the Mandalorian first gave [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] a confident nod before facing the darkness once more. Inhaling a breath, he then led the way into the mouth of the Mines and continued to stride along. With each passing moment, he could practically taste the cloying presence of the Dark Side; a fact causing his instincts to kick in. Reaching for the rear of his utility belt, Isley wrapped his fingers about the hilt of his saberstaff and tugged it free; sliding a finger over the ignition in a process. With the typical snap-hiss, the first of two blood crimson blades surged into being and cast a sanguine light across the Mine. Before them laid a rather steep decline which would require caution to traverse; for one wrong step would send the unlucky person tumbling several feet downhill. At the base of this hill was a wide, open space filled to the brim with rusted, mining equipment. Taking a moment, Isley turned to the Aspirant, his wife, and his child, saying: "Tread lightly, this hill is steep."

The Mandalorian then took his own advice and carefully stepped down along the decline, keeping his lightsaber at the ready. Then, upon reaching the base of the hill, a rather low rumble filled the Mine. 'Twas not the sort of rumble which came from a stomach...nor was it ancient equipment stirring with life...no, something was alive in the Darkness. "Atretes," he began, "If you've got weapons...now would be the time to get them ready..."

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[member="Phoebe Verd"]
[member="Adela Verd"]
[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
[member="Serian Loria"]

 

[Malok]

Objective: The Capital City
Location: Wodrata-class Pod Carrier

The patience of the Clone Trooper paid off, for only moments after his arrival he was greeted with the presence of another. This was not the typical Marine, as evidenced by the lack of Phase V Armor, but a specialist. Greeting her with a nod, Maverick simply reached out and pressed the crimson button which caused the pod's door to open. "I guess so. Climb on in." he said, keeping his words short and to the point. He then ducked his head and entered the pod before setting about strapping himself in. Once situated, he then accessed the Marine comm channel and broadcasted his voice across the airwaves, addressing whomever might already be on the ground or in the air at present. "This is Lance Corporal Maverick, to any troops on the ground. I need a secure landing zone for the incoming drop pods. If you're down there, clear us some space at these coordinates, will ya? Mav, out." With the conclusion of his rather information message, the clone then transmitted the intended coordinates of the landing zone and hoped for the best.

Looking to @Cynnalore Crane, he then said: "When you're strapped in, hit the big red button then hold on tight."

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@Cynnalore Crane
[member="Neskar A'toll"]
[member="Zahuro Ikane"]
@Sophia Walsh

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Location: Torolis City (or whatever the natives call it)
Objective: Clear out those god-damned Scavs and establish a permanent foothold, not so on my lonesome

“Gotcha, it shouldn’t be th-” BLAM, “-at hard. Just sorting out the fine details now.” Neskar spoke down the radio in his helmet with an element of calm, but he doubted they didn’t hear the.. death. The gunshots. Explosions. Grumbling and growling. Not that it phased him, he was sort of used to it by now, but then he realised he didn’t care. Neskar recoiled from groping hands, and back stepped quickly, in the middle of the central plaza of the capital city. The Scav failed to grasp him, yet still ploughed forth in a relentless crusade to kill Neskar. Not a particularly noble one, but probably justified. After all, I am probably in his living room. He pulled the CZ-836 back up, cocked the rifle and squeezed the trigger with expert precision. A small burst of slugs tore into the Scav, ripping a way into it’s ribcage, leaving it sprawled on the floor, missing most of its innards. Neskar felt almost bad. Oh well. I’m being paid for it.

The silence was penetrating. All was still, the bodies of countless Scavs littered the plaza like a medieval battlefield, strewn with body parts and blood, dealt with no minimal part by the deadly slugs launched by his rifle. He, too, was covered in crimson blood, and when he checked the levels of his ammunition, they were critically low. Only a single magazine was left. Neskar decided he would restock when the drop-pod landed. After all, he had secured a landing site all on his lonesome, perhaps that merited some form of compensation in supplies and… recognition. He purged the thought from his mind. He wanted no recognition from this. Glory was a nice addition, but the money was the most part. The fortunes of the CIS, in truth, mattered little to him; as long as they did not obscure that of the Mandalorians, and threaten the clans, Neskar cared little. Besides, he wasn’t doing anything important, like fleet command, just… basic grunt work. Once again, Neskar found himself not caring much about that. Must be a trend.

“Lance Corporal. The landing site is clear. Home in on my coordinates. Come in hot, or not at all. I’ll have a brew ready.”

[member="CC-308 Maverick"]

 

[Ak'lya]

"Ah, hello, Katrina."
Strask seemed surprised at [member="Varesk Fey'lya"]'s reaction to him. The old Bothan seemed almost... overjoyed to see him. "An honor? I never thought someone would say it's an honor to be with a glorified street urchin." The Viceroy smiled. He may be a glorified street urchin, but at least he wasn't powerless anymore. Although, his fellow Viceroys May see him as a bit... underhanded. That came with his job as Spymaster. "Some days I wish I didn't have to be where I am."
Turning his head to see [member="Astrian Callus"], the smile on his face faded a little. The imposing figure was noticeable to the relatively short bothan, being a little over four feet tall himself. Still, he would be good for a possible fight. "We've all been something. Assassins, Jedi, Refugees, Spys, everyone has a past. Although, that kind of skillset would be very helpful when we're attacked."

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=12pt]OBJECTIVE: Jedi Praxeum[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]LOCATION: CSS Kothlis[/SIZE]

She had taken up a spot in the dropship early, unused to boarding a craft with a purpose and goal. It used to be just to get to a place she'd never seen before, find new faces. The Confederacy was still something she was getting used to but it...wasn't necessarily unpleasant.

She looked up as [member="Varesk Fey'lya"] came in, hiding a small smile at the sigh of comfort that escaped him when he sank in to the seat. The old man was the only one she knew - and trusted, past her doubts - but the others she had caught by their introductions, at least knowing names as they spoke among themselves. She watched the exchange between all of them, thinking of how each had something that defined them. It didn't bother her that she had no alignment, past or present to offer. She was strange, predatory - she did not make friends easily but she was starting to learn - and what better way to learn than by throwing herself in to things (destroy, take, steal, devoooour)?

She shifted to sit closer to her friend, looking at his companions once she'd brushed her sharp, darkly varnished nails over the arm of his robes in greeting. "Hello," she said towards [member="Strask Ak'lya"] and [member="Katrina Garnier"], letting her gaze drift over to [member="Astrian Callus"] as well. "I'm Matsu Xiangu," she offered, her blood-red lips still parted in a small smile as the ship hummed with the sounds of approaching their destination.

 

[Holly Isaac]

Objective: The Skies Above (B2)

Aella flew in under stealth mode into the atmosphere and quickly manoeuvred around the city gaining her barrings. Normally she liked fauna but the kind she saw in the sky today she would be more than happy to get rid of.

[member="Sophia Denko"] "I've got your back, Sophia!" she said flying up beside Sophia's ship blasting away at the angry ones, skirting around to lure one or two away from her.

"Time to separate these little buggers!" she said over the comm. "Hope you're all having as much fun as I am!" she said to the crew down in the capital city. She smirked and gripped her firing trigger.

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Ahead for the Crusaders, the low thrumming of a husky laugh split the mining tunnels. The lilting sound chittered across the stones and passages, filling discerning ears with the dismal chill of a creature scarred by the torturous Dark and constantly bathed within it.

Around the next corner, a six-foot silver haired woman swayed back and forth from metal boot to metal boot. A burgundy cloak had sutured itself onto her thin armour weave-clad shoulder, the flickering image of two combative Vornskyrs emblazoned in the fabric, which shimmered with the absence of Light. One of her fingers rested between her chattering teeth, she whispered through them in a constant babble, "Fright or fight or flight or f-froughtisfroughtawordIdon'knowhowtospellit…" Silver eyes peered into the passage, scanning around mining equipment as she hopped and sped through the maze in front of her, until the clearing brought a cast of illumination. Ahani shivered and put one of her hands out, drawing in the inconceivable Dark around them as she slid nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with [member="Isley Verd"].

"My, my, my, my, my how diligent a keeper of the cave. How toothy you glare in the lack of light, how you've waited for grim purgatoohh I love this… how fillin--" Walking onward, the nearly apparitional Echani took no notice of the group of Templar Crusaders. She shut her eyes and fell to her knees, dragging her fingers into the deep rocky earth "I'll slit your throat for the hide."

Her eyes slid across the underground quarry and found purchase on the lit crimson saber. Crawling along the blade, the gaze nestled on Isley and his family, on the other man she couldn't recognize and Ahani burst out laughing so hard she rolled on the ground before springing up with inhuman speed and veering three feet away. "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, hark I see familiar auras…… tag, you're it. Heheheh… Shhhhh."

Ahani unsheathed her Sith Alchemized rapier Anandi and pointed it further out. "Don't tell Manu and Metus I'm here. They left me on Roon… bad them. I fly. I'm a pilot. Peye-let. I like this place."

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Atretes Rhoujen

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Adela Verd
Serian Loria
Isley Verd
[member="Phoebe Verd"]

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

Objective: The Skies Above (B2)
[member="Aella Cadeyrn"] [member="Sophia Denko"]

Tricia flew, she wore the iron skin from Atrisia still scarred and she flew letting the telekinetic barrier protect most of her while she cut through and pushed forward more. Ships were one thing but she had the ability and oppertunity to do something others didn't do as well. She was just going to be a powerhouse and using the force to deflect stray shots woudln't be to hard it was where she was going to head down to fight and help out that would prove what she could do. Her senses reached out and she sifted, pushed and prodded letting the force go as she searched to unite the ones able to feel it. The sigil burned around her neck under the armor and bolstered her senses. "This is Tricia I am here if you need me."

 

[Katrina Garnier]

Objective: The Jedi Praxeum
Location: The CSS Kothlis

Katrina had wanted to go along with Mav on his mission however he knew that he was correct when he told her that she was better suited for the one she was on. It would have been nice to have gone on a mission with him. They rarely had a chance to do anything like that anymore. They were both busy with their various duties at the confederacy and of course the baby.

Buckling herself in Katrina pushed the red button to drop the launch pod. It wouldn't take long now before the group hit land. She heard it was wild down there but nothing she couldn't handle of course. "I think when we hit we ought to split up. What do you think?"

[member="Astrian Callus"]
[member="Varesk Fey'lya"]
[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Cynnamon Crane]

Objective: The Capital City
Location: Wodrata-class Pod Carrier

Nodding Cynna took a deep breath before strapping herself in and pressing that big red button. The training that she had was rather new and going on a mission like this was newish. She had been in battles before dodging bullets left and right as she tried to care for the wounded. What was new for her was actually being apart of the mission and the actual action.

"Is there a plan once we get down there or is it just kill everything that isn't friendly on site?" She grinned as she sat back in the pod. She figured there was nothing more she needed to know but it was always good to ask.

[member="CC-308 Maverick"]
[member="Neskar A'toll"]

 

[Nyxie]

Location: The Diva of Mandalore, Low Orbit
Objective: B.II - Surgical Bombardment
Target: Torolis Airspace

There was only one way to join the party when you've missed three pages of content, and that was explosions - really big explosions. We're talking, assault concussion missiles. Not just one of them - oh, no; not even a whole boat-full. Three whole battle cruisers worth. And with the mere push of a button... okay, several very large and complex series' of toggles, keys and buttons, fourty-five candles were armed and ready to rock on her comand.
A wide grin painted Ashe's face. Happy birthday, Torolis!!!

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
Location: Jedi Praxeum courtyard
"I agree." Astrian spoke seconds before the pod hit the ground, then Astrian as the newly appointed master amongst them alongside Katrina was the first out of the pod. No weapons to speak of other than a vibrosword and a dagger and his own physical strength. Astrian pulled his hood over his face, yellow eyes beaming out at those around him. "Alright, I'm thinking splitting into teams. Varesk, Strask. Your with Katrina, there. Two teams." He chuckled leaving the three to do as they pleased, he wasn't much for group conversation or team work, therefore he headed off towards the abandoned Praxeum on his own.

[member="Katrina Garnier"]
[member="Varesk Fey'lya"]
[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[EmKay]

Objective D: The Long Deep of Torolis
Location: The Threshold of Darkness

Atretes took a bit of a backstep when the female had appeared out of nowhere. He watched with fascination as one would watch a small woodland creature before it skitters away into darkness. Upon seeing [member="Isley Verd"] and his family, skitter she did. Out of nowhere was brandished a sword, as well. Defensively, Atretes' slugthrower was immediately in-hand, but he didn't aim it at anyone but the ground just yet. He didn't want to appear aggressive. Not yet. There was something in the air about this one that made him cautious, but not threatening.

[member="Ahani Najwa"]
[member="Adela Verd"]
[member="Phoebe Verd"]

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

Location: The Mines

The evil in the mines had just been allowed to fester and grow which was why it was so dark in here. It was one of those hopeless places in the galaxy which was left to rot until now. The Sith presence in here was more than even the former Sith was used to. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle however she was a little worried about her daughter. She didn't wish to baby the girl too much but Phoebe couldn't help but be worried about her.

As they went down the slope she offered her hand to her daughter incase she needed or wanted to use it. Phoebe had been down dark winding paths such as this before. When she was searching for dark relics as darkness normally consumed them. She highly doubted that they would find one of those here today.

The presence of a woman appeared out of nowhere but than quickly faded away. The woman would be back and with more she bet when the group least expected it. "Stay alert."

[member="Ahani Najwa"]
[member="Adela Verd"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Objective: The Skies Above (B2)

"Thanks," Sophia chirped through the headset. It was great to be back up in the sky and with people that she could count on and have fun with. This wasn't exactly all fun and games. The woman was well aware of this as she blasted at another one of those nasty buggers which was flying through the sky straight at her. They were hard to kill.

"There is a cluster of them on your right. Let's go get them!" She motioned to the others with her before heading in that direction on her own.

[member="Aella Cadeyrn"]
[member="Tricia"]
[member="Ashe the Reaper"]