Setting a Bounty

[Darth Sin]

Darth Sin sat on his Dreadnought, opening his eyes. He had just invaded another one of Okuro Ishimoto's dreams, and decided now was the time for him to be brought to him. He went on the HoloNet, putting an ad in slums, brothels, and Cantinas all across the Galaxy. "Wanted: Okuro Ishimoto. Silver Jedi Knight. Details will be discussed on the ship of Darth Sin above Illum. Pricr Negotiable.

 

[Keyan Mastigar]

Admiral Gromm Cardan​

Equipment: Blaster Pistol - Flag Officer Uniform​

Location: FIV Inexonerable - Bridge​

Status: Request Denied​

Theme: I Wouldn't Want To Be Like You | The Alan Parsons Project​

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It was amazing how the Dark Side seemingly addled the mind to the point of delusions of grandeur. An aspiring Sith Lord managed to steal a mothballed battlecruiser on its way to a retrofitting facility but apparently forgot to deal with loyalist elements that were able to activate a distress beacon, much to the confusion of the FOSB. Naturally, Central Command wanted to send a task force to deal with this insolence, retrieving or outright annihilating the outdated ship both being acceptable post-mission scenarios. Cardan volunteered whole-heartedly, knowing full-well that any Sith that dared to defy the First Order would be fair game for meticulous assassination.

Despite the fact that it was an old ship no longer in service to the First Imperial Navy; Central Command and, by extension, the government was outright pissed and authorized the admiral to use all necessary force to take care of the situation at hand. Cardan remembered this specification as the armada travelled through the azure tunnel of hyperspace, en route to Ilum from the territory of Sector Group North.

Reality folded over the ice world as several dozen star destroyers and many more support vessels emerged from hyperspace in a semi-circle near the rogue ship. Gravity-well generators were activated, hopefully preventing the ship from escaping and causing further annoyance to the distinguished naval officer. Turbolasers were oriented and missile tubes were loaded, troop transports and starfighters prepped for launch.

Cardan's eyes narrowed as he issued the singular command.

"Fire."

[member="Darth Sin"]

 

[LT-137]

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It was always a pleasure to rekindle old connections with contacts, especially when those seeking to employ his services backed up their promises and paid for his organization’s services. However, it was equal parts troubling and surprising to hear that this employer had found themselves standing tall under another banner; One that held little love for the scum of the Golden Company.

Still, Khonsu mused, Credits were credits; no matter from whence they came. He knew the man was true to his word, and sure enough - his account was sated by a small bounty to ensure his loyalty until the assignment was complete. Should their target offer him an exorbitant amount of credits to proverbially turn his coat? Well, it was unlikely that the Order would ever hire his band of merry men again so it wouldn’t be too much of a loss.

The Sith Empire ensured that they were well paid, and had seen to their organization’s rise towards galactic prominence.

As it turned out, the job that the Order had deigned to give him was that of a simple assassination - one that didn’t require the martial might of Thyrsus and their host of exotic weapons. While that was disappointing, as there were many new weapons that were added to his arsenal he wished to try; there would be another time and place for that. So, he chose to travel lightly with twinned pistols - both with the stopping power to turn entire squads of stormtroopers to red, vicious mist. As well as the traditional service rifle of Thyrsus, a gauss rifle that catapulted plasmatic-sheathed quarrels at break-neck speeds; something that no soldier ever wished to find themselves standing opposite of.

Clad in his burnished power armour, the Sun Guard tore himself away from his personal armoury and began making his way towards the cargo hold. His helmet shrouded eyes barely meeting those of whom he had taken aboard his personal vessel; the Sunrunner. He wasn’t sure why he needed to act as a transport for them, but the Order was footing the bill and met his requests when haggling the contractor fees.

So, he tolerated them for the time being.

When it came down to the target - well - there was little that could be said. The man had stolen a First Order Dreadnought and had annoyed several members of Central Command. Something that big going missing at the hands of a Rogue Sith Lord? That had to be embarrassing. No wonder they wanted to call in as many assets as they could in order to cleanse the slate and restore some semblance of dignity to their reputation. Before he was able of pursuing that line of thought further, his conscious mind was interrupted by the sudden static brought forth by an activating communications channel.

:: Lord Amon,:: His pilot droid intoned. :: We’ve received a transmission burst from Sector Group North that they’ve arrived and partially surrounded their stolen vessel. I’ve taken the pleasure of sending your reply; Informing them of our imminent arrival and activating our stealth systems. ::

“Good,” Khonsu replied, as he slammed a fresh cartridge of quarrels into his shoulder-slung rifle. “Set ready condition crimson throughout the ship, and inform our guests to meet me in the cargo bay.”

He terminated the connection as the last syllables eclipsed his lips. There was little need to hear of his automated response, let alone the acknowledgement that his orders were being carried out. The Thyrsian trusted that pilot droid with his life, which, in a profession like his, was a very - very - rare thing to do.

Keeping his eyes fixated on the crimson light, now pulsating above his armoured helm, Khonsu waited as the Sunrunner made the ephemeral translation from hyperspace, and began soaring towards the distant Dreadnought.

[member="Darth Sin"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"]​

 

[LT-137]

Attack of the Double post.​

 

[Ras Val'kor]

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//ISU-8899R; Agent Iprotis - ACTIVE\\​

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Equipment: VP-9 | SIF-141

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Iprotis kept too himself as he reviewed combat logs and Imperial records, sifting through antiquated weapon schematics and designs of what some minds believed were a betterment to anyone's future. Daft, old ways that could be easily chalked up as nonsense and tossed aside like mundane garbage. So far, nothing had caught the agent's attention, not even the other personnel within his vicinity. Paying attention to details was part of his job description, but it didn't pay to eyeball an individual to the point of boredom.​

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Little was known of this operation, and the very least Iprotis understood was that a distress beacon had been activated due to a troublesome Sith stealing First Order property. Anything more wasn't quite as transparent, as most of the assessment would need to be conducted from within the hijacked ship in question.​

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The First Order...​

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The mere mention of it...​

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He was afraid to go back, the one that fled. ​

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Afraid of his judgement, his irreversible choice.​

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Ras Val'kor sobbed, still trapped away in his own body. ​

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The demon was satisfied.​

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A half smirk crept over Iprotis' helmeted face, his HUD bathing his skin with a crimson hue; however, he needed to get a grip on the reality of the situation at hand. This wasn't the time to relish over a minor victory, albeit somewhat substantial that full control was relinquished to the entity born of Sith magics. ​

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What mattered now was justice being wrought upon a miscreant. There was blood in the water, and Iprotis sought to see his appetite sated by the death of fools. ​

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Glory to the Empire, and those that service her well. ​

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[member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Darth Sin"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: FIV Inexonerable-Bridge
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Raiment of the Vigilant
Allies: [member="Gromm Cardan"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Sin"]

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As Kyrel Ren approached the bridge with the Disciple beside him in tow. He watched as the one in command of this mission, Gromm Cardan gives orders. What he saw in his eyes he couldn't believe it. It was a warship of the First Order, never had he seen in all his years that someone would steal a First Imperial Vessel. In fact, no one was ever brave or stupid enough to even try it. No matter, Kyrel couldn't help but tap his talon gloved fingers against each other. As he approached slowly to speak with the officer. "Greetings Cardan, I assume the reports were correct?" The reports that he had heard was of this ship being stolen. None other by a Sith Lord. To Kyrel, it was a foolish idea. If not the worst. Anyone who stole from the First Order met a fate unlike any other.​

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While he had been busy, studying from the artifacts of the Lothal temple, he was alerted to this, even knowing that a rogue Sith was behind the attempt. The fool was done for, and Kyrel would see to that, as someone who sacked the Jedi Temple on Lothal, and participated in many of the First Order's campaigns. No Sith would stop him, and he brought the Disciple, the one known as Marr with him, as a way to show her what happens to the Order's enemies. Standing aboard the command bridge of the Star Destroyer, as he waited for the officer to respond. While he was on board he would follow Cardan's orders. And even wondered what his plan would be.​

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Still with his armor on him, that blazed with the power of the dark side, and his lightsaber unlike any other. He was confident that he could stop a Sith, and save the crew that was captured by him, and perhaps the biggest enjoyment that Kyrel would get out of it. Would be that the Sith would not be taken in alive. Looking to Marr he gave her a glance, before turning back over to the officer in charge. Waiting for orders as the turbolasers fired.​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armour with Repulsorlift Technology, Vibrorapier, Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine
Location | FIV Inexonerable's Bridge, Ilum Space
Allies | [member="Gromm Cardan"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies | [member="Darth Sin"]
Status | If this situation wasn't so dire, I'll be amused

[SIZE=11pt]The blonde initiate was quiet as she followed behind Master Kyrel as he stalked towards the bridge of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]FIV Inexonerable[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. His aura was dark and imposing, wreathed in displeasure. Not that Marriskcal’s own presence hid her sentiments about this particular operation. The contents of her briefing were short and succinct, outlining the travesty that has happened in First Order space.

Such delusions. Such imprudence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Did this nameless Sith think that the First Order would allow this affront to go unpunished?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It would set a terrible example for the rest of the galaxy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Out of respect for the admiral, Marriskcal held her helmet under the crook of her left arm as she entered the bridge behind the steward, flanking his left. “Admiral Gromm Cardan,” she greeted, saluting him smartly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As an initiate, the blonde knew that she was merely allowed to shadow a Master so she could observe and learn. She was not required to contribute to any discussion, nor was her input valuable due to her inexperience. The only remaining query she had was whether the Admiral would assign both of them to board and seize control of the stolen vessel, or would she remain behind just in case there were any unexpected elements.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Curiousity getting the better of her, the youngling stole a surreptitious glance at her superior and the admiral, before her eyes shifted to look out of the viewports. The cut of the turbolasers through the dark expanse of space was a sight to behold, the poisonous green piercing and wearing down the shield of the rogue battlecruiser.[/SIZE]

 

[Wenwynig]

Wenwynig heard rumours that a Sith stole from the FO, what foolishness was this. Sith and Ren folk were normally in sync, wishing destruction on the Light. Perhaps this Sith was not from the Empire, that was all he could think. These events gave Wenwynig an idea, it was quite the ingenious idea he thought. On a standard starfighter he borrowed from a target, Wenwynig came out of Hyperspace to the realisation that the First Order beat him to the punch, locating him first. Wenwynig shook his head, this was most frustrating.

They were then firing upon the stolen ship. Wenwynig growled this was not his idea at all, he needed the shil in tact and the Sith still alive. He hailed the FIrst Order firing upon their old ship. "Hello there. I am Wenwynig, bounty hunter slash assassin for the Dark Side. Anyway, I can't help but notice you firing upon the stolen ship. Good move but wouldn't you rather obtain the fool would stole from you. Have him alive to torture and flay, show the galaxy how the First Order deals with idiots such as him." Wenwynig spoke with elegance of his more refined races tone.

"If you agree to let me board and capture this fool, I would like you to stop firing at the ship. A ship being exploded is not an environment I can survive." Wenwynig chuckled darkly. Hopefully this will put his plan back on track.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="Darth Sin"]

 

[Darth Sin]

(Debating deleting this thread. I was looking for a Bounty, not a full-scale war <-<