Sith Empire: Gand Adventure (My Apprentices, and any Sith that are interested)

[Ashin Varanin]

@Mikhail Shorn @Jhar'vokh @Spencer Jacobs @Anaya Fen @Darren Shaw @[member="Tirdarius"] @[member="Lord Dissero"] @[member="Zalen Zennoch Ziad"] @[member="Sirella Valkner"]


OOC/ As we've concluded our Dominion of Mon Cal and had it signed off, the next step on our odyssey is Gand. You really don't need to read the huge post below: This is all you need to know.

We'll all start out on an Ithorian herd ship. Our job is to split up into one of three groups.

Group A attempts to mentally and verbally influence the Gand parliament, while it is in session. So far, this includes Spencer and me.

Group B defends the parliament hall (containing both parliament and Group A) from the forces of the Gand dictator. So far, this includes Sirella.

Group C assaults the fortress of the Gand dictator.

Everyone be warned: the air is poisonous on Gand. We will all have breath masks and oxygen tanks.

IC/


On the Botany Bay

The ship was spacious, large and cavernous. The vessel couldn’t depend on a steady supply of sunlight in space, and so giant lights were erected in large pylons around the domed roof of the vessel. Sirella had given them firm instructions, explaining the areas that might prove deadly for apprentices. As the apprentices walked through the corridors they couldn’t help but look in wonder at the myriad of plants. Although there was many deadly plants cultivated within the Herd Ship, more were purely decorative.

An observation deck looked down on the off-colour surface of Gand. A number of Sith -- those less willing to spend their time in the more overgrown sectors of the ship -- had set up shop here. The grassy deck was littered with breathing apparatus and other relevant gear. Gand’s atmosphere was pure poison to humans.

This observation deck, with full view of the world they were about to conquer, was the stage for Ashin’s final briefing to the Sith.

“The gloves come off this time,” she said. “Mon Calamari was an exercise in precise action. Once again, we mean to take this world without much collateral damage, but it’s ruled by a dictatorship, and our simplest means of taking Gand is to overthrow the government and replace it. Now, we’re not about to import our own politicians, so we should use the ones we already have. Therefore, we’re going to take Gand’s figurehead parliament, while it is in session, despot the dictators, and convince the parliament to rise up and take control of the world, under our aegis.”

Sirella sighed. “I don’t like bugs.”

“You don’t like getting pollinated?” Ashin asked, deadpan.

“Gand are dirty bugs.” Sirella frowned.

“What if I was a bug, Sirella?” Spencer blinked wondering what types of bugs would pollinate the Sith Master.

Smiling Sirella leaned in toward Spencer and whispered softly into her ear. “I would definitely let you pollinate me little bee.”

Spencer scratched the side of her cheek as she took in this bit of information. “Well how would I do that?”

“One thing at a time,” said Ashin. “And right now, that one thing is...taking a planet. Pollination later. Sirella, any actual useful input?”

Smiling wide, Spencer clapped her hands in front of her chest. “Does that mean Ashin will join in the pollination!?”

In vain, Ashin tried to massage away the beginnings of a headache. “Yes, it does, if it means we can get on with this.”

Sirella laughed at the frank eroticism displayed by the otherwise innocent girl. She ignored the comment and turned back to Ashin. “We need to find a puppet. Someone we can use, and control. Normally I would suggest a honeypot and blackmail. But the Gand are bugs.”

“Normally, we wouldn’t have Spencer. With her on our side, the entire Parliament will be our puppets.”

“Are you saying you’re going to use me as bait...bugs really don’t like me...Ashin.” Spencer frowned as she mumbled.

“Of course Ashin-darling won’t use you as bait,” Sirella said leaning in and wrapping an arm around the young woman. From her hands and arms thin articulate vines started to grow and wrap around the girl. “I think she may be suggesting we use your talents though. Are you okay with that?” Sirella glared over at Ashin with a superior smirk.

Ashin stared at the transparisteel and pondered freeze-dried vegetables. “Yes, Spencer, that’s what I’m suggesting. You, personally, will be able to forestall a civil war.”

Spencer’s eyes fluttered for a moment, she wasn’t used to the plant woman’s attention and she was caught a little off guard by the vines. Once she regained a bit of composure she looked towards Ashin with a half grin. “I’ll do anything, I’m ready...I’ve rested up a bit and the headache is dulling”

“I think I can help with that.” Sirella caressed the girls hair. “Certain plants have been known to enhance one's connection to the force.”

“Um, how would the plants help me.” Spencer felt her face grow hotter as the soft touches started to overload her senses.

Ashin grimaced. “Nobody quite knows how bota works, and I’m sure there are others, equally mysterious. Most of us mere mortals simply trust that Sirella knows what she’s talking about. But your powers are growing, Spencer. You’ve taken to my training well, and I think you can pacify the Parliament without anyone’s help -- not mine, and not hers.”

Taking what Ashin said as a compliment Spencer smiled wide. “Thanks, I’ve been doing my best and your training is pretty straight to the point. As for pacifying the Parliament...I’m not going to be alone right?”

“Of course not. It’s not everyday I get the chance to bring peace to a world. And meanwhile, all our friends will be handling the dictators and keeping us, and Parliament, safe. Sirella, can you help with that?”

“With Parliament, the Dictator, or keeping you safe?” Sirella laughed a little.

“The dictators, or defense. I’d imagine your plants can do both. Perhaps some pheromonal assistance in Parliament would be good, too.”

“With bugs?” She let out a sigh, “Yes it could work. But Ashin-darling, sweet meat might need more backup then you realise. Politicians aren’t always the simpering weak minded fools you’re used to.”

Ashin sneered politely at her old friend. “I’ve altered the balance of entire wars. One room full of figureheads is no match for me, Spencer, and whatever plants you can provide. And by the time they come to their senses, if they ever, do, our troops will be in place.”

“So it will be a military occupation then? Such messy things.”

Spencer bit her lower lip as she figured out that sweet meat was her nickname. She was a bit slow on the uptake, but she looked over her shoulder at Sirella and chuckled nervously. “You can call me Spencer”

Sirella moved her head within an inch of the girls ear. “I imagine I could call you whatever I wanted,” she whispered into her ear, pursing her lips and blowing into her ear.

Spencer looked towards Ashin with a pleading look and shuddered as chills spiraled down her back from the blow in her ear. She bit her lip harder as she didn’t understand anything that was going on inside of her.

Ashin’s eyes narrowed as she caught Spencer’s plea. Looping her arm through Spencer’s, she interposed herself between the Padawan and her fellow Dark Master. “We need to stay on target, Sirella. Honestly, what happened to the focus that conquered a hundred worlds? It’s time to take this to the rest of the Sith I brought along -- and it’s time to move on Gand. By now they’ll have spotted us in orbit. Sirella, have you decided where you’d prefer to help our little invasion?”

“I’ll give Spencer some plants. And teach her some quick mental commands. They should help produce pheromones to control those bugs.” Licking her lips the womans face turned to a frown. “I’ll wait outside the parliament chambers and make sure no one gets inside to interrupt you.”


“That’s ideal, Sirena. Some of the assault forces will have to go overland, in masks, and I doubt your plants can survive out there. In defense, you’ll be able to isolate and cultivate local plants -- your normal arsenal probably won’t work very well in this atmosphere.”

“Some will, but you’re right many won’t.” Licking her lips she said, “Very well, go inform the meat of your plan. I have a little business to take care of.” Sirella turned and walked away, teasing her hand across Spencer’s shoulder as she left.

Once Sirella had left the observation deck, Ashin unlinked her arm from Spencer’s and rested her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I just want to be sure...you know she intends to seduce you, yes? And control you?”

“What? Why would anyone want to do that to me?” Spencer looked towards the ground as she fully didn’t understand the motive behind any of what Ashin said. “I’m not anything special really, honestly I’m utterly surprised you had been looking for me when we had met...I mean never really had been much in general.”

Ashin knelt and picked up a seed. There were...probably millions onboard this ship. She held it up to Spencer, along with the chunk of earth that held it. As she focused on the arts Sirella had taught her, the earth dwindled and the seed sprouted into a flower, which she offered to Spencer as she stood. “You’re a seed,” she said. “Some of us see better than others -- some of us know what you could grow into. A seed doesn’t think it’s important, either.”

“So, you think I’m special?” The thought made Spencer smile shyly. Her hands played with the end of her tunic as her eyes met the top of her boots. “You’re the first person to think that.”

“No, Spencer, I’m the first person to say it to your face. Every Padawan and Apprentice is a special little flower, but you are the genuine article. You could change worlds. Come on...let’s go join the others at the dropships.”

Spencer nodded and nervously followed Ashin, she knew the others really didn’t want her there.

 

[Garza]

Darren was tasked with attacking the fortress. He was wearing his Alchemical armor this time. He felt light as a feather when he walked. he made almost no sound. He doned his black shreaded cloak around his armor. The rige in his helm was just small enough to still fit the hood over his head. although he didnt wear it on today.

Darren was asked by Ashin to come and lead the forces again to Gand. He was leading more than a simple troop this time. He was leading a portion of the forces that were there. He smiled when he though about earning his respect amound the Sith and Jedi. He had ealier seen Spencer but it was just for a moment. He could feel the presence of the Plant lady. At this though he shivered. He didnt like that woman. She was too clingy.

Darren Shaw tried to clear his mind before they were to be talked to by someone. He didnt know who it would be. He just hoped that it wouldnt be the red Twi'lik. She had hate in her veins. it seeped out of her and would flow over every other emoution and wash it away like words drawn in the sand.

Darren checked that his armor was on tight. well more like snug.If it was tight he couldnt move. If it was loose he wouldnt be protected. He used the force to lift up his lighsaber from his belt. He could see that the cracks in his armor would glow a bright blue. his vision in the helm would also tunr a slight tint of the color. Darren shook his head. he like dhow it gloed and gave him and mystirous look to his already questionable figure.

"Hopefully they come here soon. Who ever they are." He said under his breath. He didnt like to wait for long. Darren grabbed his fathers lighsaber and place shiown back on the belt. He looked at his fathers saber like he had millions of times before. he always felt calm when he looked at the hilt or even the blade,

but right now was not the time to be lighting up his blades. He was a sore thumb amoung the Sith. He was a Dark Jedi. Not one to be trifled with, but one that the Sith learned to hate.

 

[Sven Talith]

Sven squatted down on a wall, a mask covered his face and he wore a full body suit to prevent himself from dying on this miserable world of Gand. The air here was poison to most humanoids, himself included and he wasn't about to go die on this planet...at least not from poisonous gas. The Assassin observed for a few minutes of what lay ahead of him. There was a massive fortress before him, that owned by the Gand Dictator, the man who ruled over this planet with an iron fist...or one should say the alien.

“Right. Why am I here again?” Sven asked himself quietly, although he of course knew it was because his “Father” had asked him to come here. Of course Sven had complied, and as the Emperor's son it was his duty to show just how awesome he could be and not to shame his father. Sven reached into his coat sleeve and pulled out a small stick of metal with a red button on top.

If one looked directly below where Sven was standing they would see a mess of det-cord tangled all around forming a massive doorway. The Emperor's son grinned slightly and then moved down the wall slightly. He clicked the button on the detonator and a massive explosion tore through the wall as the det-cord exploded. Rock, rubble and dust forced its way through the wall. Sven laughed to himself, it wasn't subtle but the first wall of the fortress was breached.

 

[Soeht]

Along with this strange collection of agents for the Sith Empire, Darth Apparatus journeyed on their Ithorian ship all the way to Gand. His purpose on the ship, other than obviously to assist with the mission, was never given to Ashin or the rest of her confidants. Yet, Darth Apparatus never attempted to disrupt their planning. He did not even speak a word throughout the entire journey as he spent all the time on the observation deck gazing out the viewport.

Personally for Darth Apparatus, he found no surprise in that the Gand had a dictator. Yet, his own memories of Gand conflicted with the fact of there being a parliament. However, he kept that thought to himself.

After the Sith's arrival in Gand orbit, Darth Apparatus boarded the dropship heading toward the parliament. Once the rest of the Sith heading there boarded, the dropship flew toward the surface of the planet. Once they entered the atmosphere, the ship continued to fly over vast expanses of rocky deserts. Thick clouds of mist tightly hugged the ground throughout many stretches of the landscape.

Eventually, the dropship would have reached the destination that Ashin and her posse intended. For now, Darth Apparatus seemed content to follow their lead.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

[OOC: I will join Group B - I didn't get to have any fun with Sirella in the last one. Also, loving the collab post ]

Anger pulsated off Anaya as she leant on the wall of the drop ship. Her mood had been bitter ever since Mon Calamari and with no chance to speak to Ashin alone it had only brewed within her. Everything about her having a Jedi apprentice and not turning while serving the Empire was wrong, if the Emperor had known about it...she stopped her trail of thought there, she could not presume that the Emperor didn't know abut it. If he did know about it then why did he allow it?

Seeds of doubt were a dangerous thing, they corrupted a mind much faster than any Sith. If he allowed it, then he needed to be questioned none of this was there way. A pacifist approach, make them love the sith and want to be under their rule. No it wasn't how it worked, it was never how it worked. He was promoting peace through Ashin and peace was a lie. "When this is done," she told Ashin as the drop ship descended "I need to return to Dromund Kaas." Discussing it with Ashin would be a waste of time, she needed to speak with Moridin himself, even if it could mean loosing her life for questioning him.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Pale blue eyes stared from behind a visor as Mikhail sat within the dropship. Already finished with their work on Dac, they now moved to Gand. Shorn was not a fan of helmets. They got all sweaty and itchy. Unfortunately, without one he would die in about two seconds after gulping in Gand's toxic air. The apprentice crossed the arms of his environmentally sealed combat armor, the movements stiff. It had been a while since he had worn full on combat armor. Memories of the adrenaline filled terror he'd felt beneath a helmet came flooding up. "I think I feel a PTSD episode coming," Shorn grumbled to himself mentally.

Shorn had been assigned to protecting the group in the parliament in case the despot decided to attack. This meant he had to work with the Sith Knight Anaya Fen and the Lady Sirella. His two favorite people. Better than that group of idiots assigned to assaulting the dictator's fortress.... maybe. At least the filters in his mask would keep Sirella's spores from turning him into a one trick pony. The dropship landed and the Sith filed out. Shorn nodded to the Emperor's hand and Sirella. This would be interesting.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Anaya Fen"]

Ashin's response to Anaya was telepathic.

Of course. Do what you will. You'll miss a portion of the campaign, of course. Just between you and me, we're going to crush Nam Chorios and Anzat. That's why these first steps have been focused on the sort of domination that will let us use these worlds as stable portions of a supply chain. It lets us leave this mandible, go to Nam Chorios, and start another mandible that will include a broad swathe of space. That's why the Jedi is so essential here.

I don't know for sure if you're one of the many, many people who question my judgment in bringing her along, but I realize I never explained it to you, so let me do so now.

You become who you associate with. You became a better Sith through your time on Dromund Kaas. When I was first made a Sith Master, several years ago, it was while I was associating closely with several Sith. Make no mistake: Spencer Jacobs is such an incredibly useful tool that I will take whatever route is necessary in order to make her mine. The path I have chosen is heavily based on consent. The word, I believe, is 'insidious.' In this battle alone, she will gain a taste for power, and she will find it necessary to use the Force in ways that her Jedi Master cannot approve.

I am playing the long game, and let that be my lesson to you, the thing that will help make you a Master. One might as well sneer at Palpatine for living and working with Jedi for decades while his plans came to fruition. Without a decade of nurturing Anakin Skywalker's Jedi career, he would never have succeeded.

Congratulations. You are now the only member of the Sith Empire -- apart from the Emperor Himself -- who knows my true intentions.

 

[Garza]

Darren had boarded the ship down to the Ground where he would be fighing There were some other sith in the ship with him. Only one wore another helmet. The others he could clearly see were staring at him. He looked at them and shook his head. Using his come he spoke to the Pilot only "How long till we get there?" the pilot responded in a disgustful tone "2 Minutes.....Sir." Darren was not appreachitave of the soldiers he was with. The one with the helm was oblivouly stronger than him. he spoke to the Man in the helm (Apparatus) "Why is it that you Sith keepo staring at me? Am I some sort of laughing stock?"

 

[Soeht]

When Darren spoke to Darth Apparatus, the fallen Jedi was met with silence. All Darth Apparatus did in response was to turn his head toward Darren for a glance. Then, the Sith Lord pivoted his head away.

Just after that, the dropship descended on a pocket colony. It landed in an open clearing - supposedly not far from the parliamentary building. Darth Apparatus immediately exited the dropship the moment the doors open. His feet landed on packed dirt that kicked up some dust. Looking around, Darth Apparatus saw that the colony had many buildings that seemed run down and as if they were pieced together from salvage. The Gand on their homeworld were very primitive, having relied on the Palpatine's Galactic Empire to ascend to the level that they were now.

It seemed as if the mask the Darth wore protected him from the ammonia saturated atmosphere of Gand. He did not have any difficulty breathing, as one could tell from the noise of what definitely should be a respirator.

Several Gand that were already nearby gawked at the Sith that just arrived. One could have sensed their confusion over what was happening. They were not used to outsiders being on their world, especially after the Gulag Plague. They kept their distance, cautious of what might occur.

Darth Apparatus awaited for Ashin and her entourage to begin whatever plan they had.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
Ashin's response only spiked Anaya's anger and she closed her eyes to keep the fire from erupting from her chest and she glowered at Ashin as the anger rolled off in in great waves that would crash against everyone in the drop ship with them. Keeping with the theme she responded telepathically.

Why is it, that it has taken me telling you I am going to see him, before you tell me this? Did you think I would let it slide that you brought a Jedi with you and not question it? I told you from the beginning I would question you, so why wait to explain yourself?

Work with her, he said, obey her he said and you knew full well when we met I didn't like it. So you tried to persuade me you were worth it, yet you have kept this from me. You are not helping build your case Ashin. Tell me now, whatever else you are hiding that will affect this partnership or it will never work.

She realised that her anger would be having a profound affect on everyone around her and reeled it in, locking it inside her chest for use against their foes later.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Because I needed to know your limits. I needed to know how much you could control and focus your anger, and I needed to know how much you would think about a puzzle when presented with it. Don't mistake me for a Lightsider, Anaya. I'm here conquering worlds. Why would I keep a Jedi around? I expect you to find your own answers to questions. That skill is more important to your growth, at this stage, than most other concerns. Speculate about possibilities, evaluate their likelihood relative to each other. Would I be the sort to keep a Jedi around in a crowd of Sith just out of some misplaced loyalty to the faction that I left behind many, many deaths ago?

I can't blame you, of course. Your examples are people without vision, people of short-term gains. You've been taught by the Master-level equivalents of Darth Maul, people who march straight ahead and see only one solution. With me, you will be taught by the closest thing the modern age has to Darth Vader, Darth Sidious, Exar Kun. I play the long game, and considering you're farther inside my counsel than anyone else, you've already been extended a great deal of consideration. You will learn to shape events, not simply rage and seethe and whine like Sanctis or Verocitas.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

To say Anaya was taken aback was an understatement. She had not even considered looking at Ashin as a teacher. She was a master yes, but she was not a sith master, and as such Anaya had almost disregarded the fact, expect for the purposes of rank. An unusual feeling spread through her, it was not like the pride she felt whenever Moridin praised her, but she was definitely touched that Ashin wanted to help her grow at all.

I'm sorry. I did not realise that you wanted to teach me as well as these apprentices. I appreciate it, more than you could know.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Make no mistake, Anaya. I was called Dark Lord of the Sith for a time. That, too, is something not even the Emperor knows.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smiled inwardly as the pilot shouted about their arrival. Checking the seals on her lightly armoured suit she flashed a smile at Sirella and Mikhail. "Who wants to take centre stand?" she asked them both as the drop ship landed. Jumping off she called her sabres to her hands but did not activate them, not until she needed to.

She fell into step behind Ashin, careful to keep the sabres in her hands hidden from the eyes of the unwelcome as the approached the great building that served as the meet place for the Gand parliament.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Gand Parliament wasn’t impressive to Sirella. It was a solid enough structure, but the Gand had planted around it. Plants were pretty, it was a fact, and nearly every sentient species enjoyed their presence around their important buildings. Sirella laughed as she unleashed the power upon the great iron gates. Plants tore into the iron doors and pried them open. “Four minutes until security responds.” It was a quick enough response time for well-trained amateurs. “And remember this is a strange breed of diplomatic mission. Lightsabers are no substitute for actual skill in combat. Try to disable the Parliamentary guards, not kill. But when the dictators shock troops show up, show no mercy.”

OOC: Sorry its short not feeling too terribly inspired at the moment.

 

[Reyven Samoth]

He stepped off the ship last. He had kept himself purposefully silent and observant on this endeavor. He cared little for the end result. Resources could be had regardless of the outcome. Still, manipulation was the least expensive means of acquiring said resources. He also had no fondness for this planet. It was one thing to have poisonous air. It was entirely another to have caustic air. Still, that was resolved with a body sock beneath his normal robes and a small air tank hidden beneath his mask.

He was, however, quite pleased with the return of his Foci. The intricate black gems adorning the leatheris bindings on his left arm helped him channel the Force more readily. Granted, the last time he wore this was because it helped hold the decaying remains of his arm together, but that was another life altogether, in almost a literal sense. At this point, it would help him keep those guarding the building from sharing a similar fate.

As the gates were torn down, he walked through the opening, mask the only part exposed beneath the crimson cloak. He made his way up the stairs, turned at the main entrance, and sat, staring back the way they'd come. Behind his mask, his eyes closed, and he slipped into a meditative state, seeing only through the Force. He ceased to breathe, saving his air tank and instead relying on the Force to sustain his form. It was what he would have done from the start, had the air not been so damaging to flesh as to require an air-tight suit regardless. Still, it was good to be frugal when one could with the resources one had when the opportunity presented itself.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ashin thoroughly ignored Reyven. He seemed willing enough to follow the plan, and that was sufficient for now. Later, of course, she would have to find a more comprehensive solution. Beneath her armor, she wore a body glove against the corrosive atmosphere. An air tank had been fastened to the backplate of the armor.

She stalked up the stairs and through the ripped-down gates, counting down time in her mind. As Parliamentary guards boiled through the corridors, she raised her hands and they began to asphyxiate. She had studied Gand anatomy purely for this purpose, so she could Force Choke them as necessary. The Dictator's elites had yet to arrive. As Gand crumpled around her, Ashin raised her hands once more and the Parliament doors opened wide. These ones were not to be ripped down. After all, Sirella, Reyven and the rest would need to defend this position. Ashin, Spencer and a handful of others entered Parliament.

Two hundred Gand looked down at them. Ashin's influence permeated the room.

I feel like Exar Kun at the Senate...

"Honored delegates of the Gand," she said to the figurehead parliament, "we have come to set you free." Her influence began to adjust the balance of their emotions. "As we speak, my forces are storming the Dictator's fortress. My allies are defending this room. You are now the rulers of this world."

One Gand stood. "Tangue wishes to know if you mean that you are the rulers of this world, Sith Lord." Like all Gand, he spoke of himself in the third person.

"I do. But you will be more free under us than you ever were under the Dictator. At this point, we are your saviors."

She could keep them talking while Spencer joined her influence with Ashin's, but it might be difficult.

 

[Soeht]

Team B

It did not take long for the Sith to breach the parliamentary chamber. Darth Apparatus remained behind at the gates as his allies ventured forth. Sirella warned of how security would take several minutes to respond. However, it took far less than that for a major obstacle to arrive.

Approaching the front of the parliament was a group of a dozen or so Gand warriors. They all carried a varied assortment of weapons ranging from blaster rifles to melee weapons. Their attire was also quite diverse. Some had plated armor. Others were wrapped on in cloth. However, there was a strange sensation the Sith would have been able to feel through the Force that made these Gand soldiers something to pay attention to.

One Gand stepped forward - separating himself from the group. Darth Apparatus turned to fully face him, standing at the top of half a meter tall steps that lead up to the parliament building's entrance. This Gand stood taller than the rest of his peers - with his eyes on level with Darth Apparatus despite standing at a slightly lower level. The Gand had a bulky frame and carried a two-pronged shockpod staff in both hands.

<<The mists foretold your arrival,>> declared this Gand warrior in his native language, <<The darkness you bring is intolerable.>>

The supposed leader of the Gand gave enough info for Darth Apparatus to know of his status as a Findsman. If there was anything that the Gand could give to the Sith Empire that other species did not have, it was this dwindling group of warriors revered by their own species.

Though the Gand would deny it, these Findsmen used the Force in order to act as the law by finding and capturing fugitives. Their ritual involved communing with the "mists," and in doing so they usually experience prophetic visions of uncanny accuracy. Even with their training being long and arduous, just one of these Findsmen could prove to be a formidable pursuer.

Unfortunately for them, the technological ascension of the Gand had made them obsolete. Their numbers on the planet had fallen to such considerable measures that Darth Apparatus would not be surprised if this was the majority of the Findsmen in the system. Granted, there were Findsmen all throughout the galaxy better known as Gand bounty hunters, but Gand was the only planet in which they were actually trained to be such.

<<My kin and I shall strike you all down if you do not retreat now!>> threatened the Findsman leader.

Those knowledgeable of Gand, even in the slightest, would know that they never refer to themselves in the first-person. However, individuals of great prestige do have the chance to earn the right to do so. Those that do end up being known as a Janwuine in the Gand's language - with their names known to all Gand and thus no longer having the need to refer to themselves in the third-person.

The fact that the Gand leader spoke with first-person pronouns and his comrades did not express any disapproval was enough for Darth Apparatus to confirm that he was a Janwuine - and thus could prove to be a difficult opponent to the Sith.

 

[Garza]

Darren was out first of the ship. alot of the Glad were suprised by the arival of the Sith. Expecaly since the plague almost no one had visited the planet. Darren Noticed that the fits of them to speek up spoke to all of them in general. he asked to al of the Sith here though the force "Does anybody know what he is saying?"

 

[Piraiba]

[Team B]

"This is prototype armor, sir. They don't have anything standardized for ... Uh well I think it's ready My Lord," came a voice weakly to Piraiba's trained ears. The Togorian opened his eyes and darkness continued to envelop his vision. Slowly nocturnal biological functions began to kick in and details of the room in front of him began to illuminate faintly.

Everything was being seen through a pane of glass like a window a couple inches away from his eyes. The creature suddenly became aware of the sound of his own labored breathing as his helmet had been designed around his maw to create an air tight seal. Without life support, his lungs were doing double work to pull from the filtration system.

"Rebooting systems in three ... two ... one."

Lights began to kick into gear within the visor in front of his eyes. Slowly the Togorian eyed different status symbols on the visor infront of his vision. Sixty percent left. He could hear the computers and mechanical parts starting to whir into motion. The radio had come online.

"... alpha has breached the parliament session, over. Roger, Team Bravo is at bottleneck, over. *static* ... have Gand forces moving on Bravo!"

The Togorian yawned as far as the helmet would allow him to open his mouth, which wasn't very far. The act had tuned out the sounds of the communications systems in his helmet for a brief moment. The systems check and the recent malfunction had made him lethargic as he had to wait in place.

"... Sabertooth can you drop the hammer?! Reassign to Team Bravo *static* ... must reinforce ... VIP's in the kill zone, over. Uh roger that Command, Sabertooth is tasking to Bravo, over."

100 percent...

Piraiba could see a hand reach up and then heard the soft thud of it hitting the side of his helmet. He looked down to see the Sith Trooper that was doing his maintenance checks giving him a thumbs up.

"Systems are online, My Lord. One minute to ground. You can get into position if it pleases you, Sir," added the man. The technology was quite amazing. He could pick up on the slight mechanical degradation that the internal amplifiers caused, but it wasn't enough to hamper his effectiveness.

The Togorian could see other armored figures moving into position. Hazard shock troopers standing nearly 7 feet tall and moving methodically in mechanized suits that would protect them from the elements and allow them to reign heavy weapons fire down on anyone who opposed them. Piraiba smiled though nobody could see it. One minute to the battle. One minute and he'd be able to unleash himself.

Then the cargo bay ramp began to lower. The creature moved to the front of the line quickly. This was his unit for the duration of the mission.

"Sabertooth to ground in ten seconds. The hammer is dropped!"

They all had jumped, and with it came the exhilarating feeling of free fall. Piraiba's blood boiled with excitement, but he kept his wits. There wasn't enough time yet to let go. Just as soon as they had jumped he could feel the tight wrench of pressure against his body as his jet packs kicked in to jerk his speed back.

A rapid beep sounded in the Togorian's ear as the heads up display on his visor warned him of impending impact with the ground. He braced his body and then his feet hit the ground, which caused another jerking sensation as the speed was dropped to a complete halt. This made the Sith Apprentice fall to his hands and knees with the loud clank of metal hitting stone. The four shocktroopers that landed behind him had much more training with heavy armor and landed smoothly on their feet.

The heads up display wavered for a second form impact as he whinced. Then adrenalin began to flow rapidly again with the sound of rapid blaster fire in front of him. The group of Gand dictator forces that had converged on Darth Apparatus had to quickly scatter as they were out in the open with no cover against their heavy weapons.

Piraiba threw back his head and roared like I lion might do to repel intruders. This was emitted forward by the amplifier on his helmet, and very loudly into nearby comm links.

“LIVE,” came his fearsome blood curdling battle cry as he stood to the full height of 11 feet that the armor had enhanced him to. He laughed whole heartedly in his deep bass filled voice as the Sith Apprentice easily deflected a nearby Gand’s shockprod staff with his arm. Then the free hand went to the bug’s throat where the Sith Togorian proceeded to fling the creature by said throat into the air and down into the ground like a ragdoll. The action broke the Gand’s neck and severed his life almost instantly.