Dominion Seek and Destroy - NIO Dominion of Alashan

[Boram Predor]

// Moff Predor //
// Objective // 2 // Congratulate the Good Trooper //
// Focus // FN-999 //

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Boram's eyes widened before being quickly shut by the blinding light released by whatever object the trooper had encountered. He hadn't been expecting the trooper to find something legitimate this quickly, the corner of his mouth turning up gently as he realised the potential of this discovery. Something beautiful to start this venture on a solid first step, honours with his name already written on it.

"Well done Trooper." Moff Predor's smile was partly due to amusement that the trooper actually picked it up and didn't die. "I applaud you for your dedication, and your lack of hesitation."

A nod to one of his assistants, the Chiss woman, was accompanied by some extra words of appreciation to the trooper. As cold as he was, he did appreciate blind dedication by the solidery.

"And careful I'm sure she will be." His smile turned cold as he stared back down at the trooper after watching the device be carefully placed in a small protective case. "Good soldier. There could be a career in this for you, if you continue listening to orders well like this."

His gloved hand extended out towards the trooper, a rarity especially for a trooper. But he could see usefulness in even the lowest of men if they possessed certain useful qualities.

Qualities like listening well...

 

[Rach'ta]

Tag: Rurik Fel
Music: x

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As the silver light shone through the blackness another lie was revealed. The statues of the plaza were ruins of their illusionary selves. Devoid of golden shine, broken and shattered. Rach'ta began to stand as he regained his faculties "My apologies." he whispered breathlessly "I was careless." the young witch looked down to a corpse before him then to the statues "Above and below... death? Ruin? It could be any number of dualities." The Twi'lek walked near to Rurik and then bent down to his feet and picked up an object. Standing Rach'ta opened his hand to reveal a very small beige spherical object. Looking over his shoulder then down he saw the outstretched hand of a fallen NIO guard "He was holding this on his death. Wait." Rach'ta looped an arm in Rurik's left and tried to tug him and his light source along then pointed at several corpses "Yes! Look, Rurik, they're facing mostly the same direction. They were coming from someplace." he looked to Rurik "They found something, this-" he held up the sphere "And something killed them in this plaza, I'd assume they were being chased... but... I don't see any signs of a struggle."

Rach'ta looked away from Rurik to the pitch blackness of the unexplored pathway leading away from the plaza "Or perhaps this is a meaningless trinket and whatever they found they left or it was returned to where they found it. Either way, do you think we should press onward?"

 

[FN-999]

CALLSIGN: NINES
OBJECTIVE: RETRIEVE ANCIENT ARTIFACTS
IN VICINITY: Boram Predor (CO) | OPEN TO OTHERS
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE & SFP-60x blaster pistol

FN-999 carefully shook the Moff's hand in affirmation, careful not to show any hesitation.
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Aside from the feeling of unyielding superiority that flowed outwards from the man in great waves, the trooper was hard-pressed to find any emotion within the man leading FN-999's group. Perhaps his age made it more difficult to find fine facial features, or maybe he just kept a veil of unbroken calmness from his nose to his forehead. Regardless, the man's unreadable face and the command that radiated from him unsettled FN-999. While he had served under many superiors in his two decades of service, it had always been the calm, expressionless type that had caused him the greatest amount of concern. This man reminded him of the politicians of the First Order, whose words and expressions were as deadly as a thousand bullets. Without any means to determine the man's emotional state, it would be incredibly hard to predict whether or not FN-999 was living up to the expectations he held deeply within his heart.

Remembering the task at hand, FN-999 called out to the troopers around him.

"Let's move forward!"

Without another word, the procession completed their ascent of the grassy hill. The top of the hill was interrupted by what seemed to be a man-made entrance to a large, downwards-sloping cave. A stone arch with unknown carvings on it opened up into an ancient stone stairway large enough to fit half a dozen men side by side, spiraling down into the depths of the earth. On the walls and roof around the stairwell was a series of stone carvings, along with multiple circular holes spaced in irregular intervals. Most of the circles were empty, but some contained ancient pottery or balls of brass and steel. As the troopers took their first steps into the arched passageway, they realized that there were no illumination past the ten meters lit up by the sunlight above.

Consequently, FN-999 and the other troopers silently turned on their helmet-mounted flashlights and descended into the darkness.

 

[Rurik Fel]

// PARABOL // Imperial Knight Commander
// OBJECTIVE // Operation Whiplash
// FOCUS // Rach'ta

It was curious how quickly the Witch seemed to come about his facilities again after being inoculated by the esoteric sorcery he called upon. Even so he seemed to see a return to normalcy...for now. Not that Rurik trusted the forces which the Twi'lek grazed his fingers over. They were untrustworthy, deceitful. Whether Rach'ta would show the same was still yet to be seen but he seemed to be all but a helpful spirit as of now. Letting that shimmer of silver illuminate the area around them a few moments longer the stench and silence of death settled around them and somehow gave Wymar the impression that whatever menace here had also seen its finality. Pressing the button to sheath his blade its characteristic wsssh of the saber he knelt down by the corpse of the New Imperial trooper.

Peering in the blackness it seemingly emerged from or at the very least...what seemed to assail it, Rurik rose to his feet again, glancing toward the Witch before his focused gaze settled back toward the pathway.

"Forward. Only forward." Rurik stated outright as he ignited the silver blade again, slowly pacing himself in the direction of this disturbance, this corridor of blackness. Each engraving upon the wall was starkly revealed by the blinding silver shimmer with each step as he paced more and more through the corridor. It seemed to grow more narrow, choking down on them as they continued. Though whether or not this was a frantic illusion of the darkness, the Knight Commander couldn't discern until it gave way to a larger chamber.

Illuminated by nothing else but his saber, he shined the blade to reveal the face of a Zeffo. He could only assume it might've been the pneuma of this fallen people, its deistic forefather. However on its forehead there was a hole bored into the metal, not all but a perfect fit for the sphere Rach'ta hefted moments before. They'd taken something from here and something emerged to see it returned. It was then when the pieces were laced together that he heard the low screeching of a synthetic machination emerge from some pitch black corner of the chamber, indiscernible in its origin point.

 

[Rach'ta]

Tag: Rurik Fel
Music: 1 | 2 | 3

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Once the key had been placed in the figure's locking mechanism the archaic cogs and levers began to churn slowly and the walls were suddenly alight with faint daylight from many miles up and the accompanying statues became visible. Completely encircling the the duo as they stood before the center of the room. Their arms moved outward in a rigid and languishing fashion towards Rurik Fel . That is when the Knight Commander would hear an ethereal chuckling and breathing from behind him "We are the roil!" Rach'ta was floating with arms out stretched as green lighting flung from his finger tips towards the outstretched arms of the guardian memorials. A ring of crackling energy made the room flash with bright green flares. Perhaps now the Knight Commander would recall that Rach'ta had not been introduce with Rurik's name, and indeed the quick 'recovery' after his possession was timely.

Large strikes of the lighting struck the floor and from it shades emerged. Bodies formed of the shadow magick's mist. Limbs pulling from from the sea below and from their own torsos. Screaming in agony and rage the torture souls lamented. Imperials, Rodians, Twi'leks, Mandalorians, Trandoshans, robed Jedi, hooded Sith. All ill fated adventurers of the expedition and long before, a thick blanket of fog began to cover the lower half of all who stood in the ornate chamber of The Vane "The Life Wind is above and beneath all. We, those who hear it, are the chaos of the roil. It is harmonious, powerful, glorious, evolving, eternal." Rach'ta's body contorted and seized as more power was drawn from him and more shades appeared. This was truly far and above the power of the Witch novice, summoning lightning would have been a feat enough "This will be your grave, Rurik Wymar, just as it has been ours since before the calamity!"

The supernatural mists that circulated around Rurik were filled with faces in various forms of tranquility and fury. Skittering noises like claws against stone could be heard below the surface though nothing touched the knight's legs. The army of dozens of shades brandished all forms of weaponry that, while made of the shadow's mist, perhaps were real enough. They charged the Knight Commander as a horde from all directions. A large Trandoshan with a battle ax of sorts donned in a style of armor not seen since the Great Hyper Space War, leapt at Rurik with a horrific hissing scream. From behind a recently dead Imperial attempted to jump on his back along with a colleague.

Behind Rurik a gleaming iridescent light shown throw the green glow of the mist. It was cradled, whatever it may be, in the hands of the figure.

 

[Knight]

Objective: Destroy the Ravagers
Tags: OPEN

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The 12th Armored Assault Army would not be left out of this conflict. Deploying in his new personal walker, a far cry from the titanic AT-M6 offshoot he had been piloting, he felt the controls shift in his fingers in a far more responsive manner than he was accustomed to. As soon as the NIO pilot was dropped he began to take blaster fire from concealed Ravager positions. Red plasma fizzled as it impacted his shields with a brilliant display of sparks "Come out, come out." he gleefully prodded through the vehicle's speaker. Pressing his arms forward the walker began to move towards the the origins of the blaster fire, the cannons on top of his walker turned and crisply where Knight was looking on his display "Gotcha." his fingers depressed the trigger which elicited a salvo of blaster cannon fire.

The resulting series of detonations on the defensive location silenced the Ravagers. Moments later Knight began to move deeper into Ravager territory, though he seemed impervious to their small arms as the heavily armored personal walker returned fire with a spray of blaster bolts from the ventral mounted heavy repeating blaster. When the Ravagers attempted to bring up an armed speeder to even the odds he turned the missile launcher on them "Hahaha!" he cackled from the cockpit as the speeder was engulfed in a series of small explosions which in turn caused the entire speeder to blast apart, killing its occupants, and sending the remaining foot bound Ravagers scurrying for stronger defensive positions "What's wrong? Why are you running away?" he chided "I thought you guys were tough!"

A human rushed at the Kezia-class walker and the pilot inside, with a back that knight could only guess carried no trivial amount of thermal detonators. Knight yanked his turret twin-linked blaster cannon turret controls in response, attempting to destroy the man before he could do any serious harm. There was a flash and a loud explosion.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | Former Ravagers lair.
T A G S | Open, talk to me.
T H E M E | Here.​

The battle was over. Much like they imagined, the Ravagers lost and would lose once again if they had another chance. They had no army, they had no navy, no tactic, no organization and zero charisma, they deserved to be crushed all over again. Lunafreya walked around the former battlefield watching as the soldiers lined up the former enemies on a big unarmed group of people, she watched the desperate looks on their faces with a triumphant smile on her thin lips under her songsteel helmet. They looked at the torn, torn, broken and dead bodies of their former colleagues, many of them through the scythe that the princess's squire held behind her.​

“Oy, when are you going to release us? We are mercenaries, not guilty.”, One of the soldiers asked one of the guards with his back to him.​

"Quiet.", The soldier replied without turning to face him.​

"I'm thirsty, plastic boy, at least give me something to drink."​

"Quiet!", The soldier shouted again and the mercenary moved a foot forward, pushing the soldier and taking the pistol from his waist holster by force. And before he raised the gun to fire it, his wrist broke in two, with his bone showing and blood pouring from the wound against the face of the soldier who guarded it.​

The others turned to stare in amazement, while many followed Lunafreya's raised arm and his two upper fingers bristling like a stick. The use of force to do that was not as difficult as many thought, but it was a beautiful way to impress someone. With her other hand, she pulled her electrowhip from her waist in one go, unrolling it on the floor before turning her wrist like a snake and letting the whip come down like lightning all at once against the old mercenary. Opening his face in half with a lethal wound, drawing screams and screams of dread from the imperial soldiers and the ravagers. The elzeri turned her head to face the faces that looked at her as if she were crazy, using the hand that had made the nefarious gesture that had broken the mercenary's wrist to gently remove the helmet from her head, leaving her silky curls and bathed in sweat falling on your shoulders. She noticed a few men sighing as her face turned to face them, and in a moment, her angelic expression changed to a howling eardrum.​

“QUIET! You bunch of useless worms, pathetic excuse of soldiers born from this damn sewer planet!”, She started walking in front of them all, swinging her whip across the floor. “You are nothing but scum, a bunch of losers, dirty thieves and frets worthy of the fate you will have. Water? No ... And prison will seem like a joke to half of you. While the other will become a target for the soldiers of the New Order. Rejoice for that… as for you ... “, she turned around, raising the hand that held the whip handle in the face of the soldier who had lost his weapon. The visor on his helmet is filthy with blood. The former mercenary, bleeding from his wrist and his face, was still rolling on the floor, crying. “Be more careful when doing your duty, soldier, or you will join them.”​

"Yes, sir ... I mean, yes, ma'am!"​

“Now... “, she turned away from all of them back to her squire. “Lunch?”​