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

[Daxton Bane]

Back and forth the blades danced, blue against blue, blue against green. Despite the odds being against him, Daxton was matching the Master and his padawan blow for blow, neither of them could land a blow against the Sith, yet his blade would dart like a viper inflicting a dozen wounds between them. The trio ignored the conflict going around them, as Daxton hit the padawan with a side kick to the jaw, causing her to spit blood and teeth as she was sent spinning over the balcony into the ground below.

Yet the Master and the Knight continued to fight, along the corridors strewn with the dead and dying. The walls seared by the passing of their blades, marring the metal forever, as the blows came faster and faster.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Team C

Velok kicked in the final door, an impact that took it entirely off its hinged. Blaster-char marked his robes in various places, and he was breathing hard. The arachnoid little Force Wraith broke apart in streamers of crimson energy, much of which he reabsorbed into his free hand. He paused and lowered the lightsabre as he took in the simple scene. A Gand, an assassin, a loop of det cord.

"I may have my own taste for melodrama, boy," he rumbled, glancing back at the sound of a climactic sabre duel, "but there's no need to hesitate. You have your audience: A Master of the Sith will testify that you got him." He whuffled. "If I had any need for this particular dose of glory, I wouldn't have made myself the distraction out there in the courtyard. Kill him."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Team A

The Parliament grew still, focusing on Ashin as she strode forward to take the Dictator's throne.

She gestured, and Sith functionaries brought in a large holoprojector. An image flared to life, a huge picture, from the tiny holocamera mounted on Velok's shoulder. It showed the Dictator, with a loop of det cord around his neck, being held by that one Force-null operative.

"Brethren and sisters of Parliament," she said, leaning back on the throne and gesturing to her knee, a half-serious invitation for Spencer. "Brethren and sisters, behold your Dictator, your former leader. I am your leader now, and I am not what he was..."

The speech began.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team C

Feinting an overhead blow, the Jedi Master fell for the trick and was laid low by a blow to the stomach, spilling his guts and falling forward on his knees as Daxton grabbed him by the hair. "A pity you came this far only to fail again. But never fear, my dear master. Your torment is only about to be begin. Welcome to hell." Blasting the Master with the full power of his Force power, the man could only open his mouth in a silent scream as his consciousness was shattered into a million shards through the use of Shatterpoint, just before his head exploded like a crushed watermelon.

Switching off his blade, Daxton kicked the headless torso aside and smiled as he savored the kill before heading off to find the others.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer started to pull herself out of the meditation, she needed to let the Gand have some sort of control over themselves if Ashin was going to truly convince them of the takeover. She pulled out just enough to see the gesture of what Ashin was doing, moving slowly the Spencer made her way towards the throne where Ashin was speaking. She stopped and didn’t take the invitation to Ashin’s knee. Something struck her deep within her core.

There…were other Jedi here…

She regained her composure after a moment, her mind couldn’t focus on what she had felt and remained connected with the Gand. Spencer leaned against the throne slightly; her body was starting to give in to the fatigue. She had held the connection for quite some time, a lot longer than she did on Mon Calamari. Every inch of her body crawled with pain and leaning slightly on the throne eased that for a moment. She kept the pain to herself as she continued to help influence the Gand.

 

[Sven Talith]

Team C
Sven scoffed slightly as the Sith entered the room. He mistook his hesitation for Melodrama when in fact it was sympathy. He realized that the Dictator probably deserved to die, perhaps more so than many of the current Sith, but still he felt that the man deserved a trial by his people rather than execution by invaders.

The Emperor's son thought for a second, he either had to kill the man or convince the Sith Lord to take in into safe custody. Sven frowned slightly and looked from the dictator and then back to Velok. The gruff Sith Master was rather rough looking and had already ordered Sven to kill the Dictator. The assassin stared at the Dictator and the detonator in his head. He knew that if he argued he could very well end up dead, not something he was rather keen on.

Finally, he shrugged and kicked the Gand in the head. The dictator flew away from in between Velok and Sven and landed several feet away. The Emperor's son pressed the button in his left hand and a series of tiny explosions set off within the det-cord looped around the dictators neck. In an instance the mans head was severed from his body and he lay dead.

 

[Soeht]

While @[member="Darren Shaw"]'s plan was unique, it required the intended victim to stay still for far too long. The Janwuine warrior was quick to react to the Dark Jedi and did so by turning toward him and using the shockpod staff to block yet another strike. Then, the Janwuine drove a shoulder forward and toward Darren's chest. He aimed to knock the Dark Jedi down and to make him and easy target. The lightsaber that would have ignited into his head managed to cut nothing but air.

As the Janwuine and Darren continued the fight, Darth Apparatus stood his place for several seconds. He still covered a part of the crack over his mask, yet it could not stop the airflow. The Darth realized that time was against him and that he would lose all oxygen he had if he did nothing. Plus, the Janwuine's continued resistance against the Sith proved to be frustrating.

"ᐃ̡ᓕ̛̀ᓯ̧̀́ᖅ̸̢̕͝ᐹ̷̢̧͝," growled the Darth as he dropped his hand from his mask and drew a second lightsaber. A despicable sensation of wrath permeated through the Force.

Then, Darth Apparatus charged at the Janwuine. Sensing impending danger, Janwuine ceased to attack Darren further - whether his should strike managed to his or not. The Janwuine then took several steps away from the Dark Jedi and his lightsabers, then turned to the incoming Sith Lord. With tremendous strength, Darth Apparatus swung both his lightsabers down on the Janwuine. The giant Gand could do nothing more than bring his shockpod up in defense and block both blades. There seemed to be a standstill in strength this time as neither the Janwuine or Darth Apparatus were pushed back.

However, with the Findsman's weapon locked with Darth Apparatus's lightsabers, this would have given Darren an opportunity to strike.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Group A

And then the Dictator's head exploded on the holocam.

The speech went on, and Ashin had done enough of them to be able to gauge a crowd's state of mind. The mental influence which she and Spencer exerted was designed specifically to replace the Dictator with the Sith in the part of the Gand psyche that craved firm structure and clear chains of command. By this point, the process was effectively complete. They listened to her as they would to any authority figure, good or bad. They'd been deft enough to avoid transferring the animosity the Gand felt towards the Dictator.

But it had cost Spencer, visibly, and as Ashin's speech wound down she paid more and more attention to the limit of the girl's strength. Sith functionaries and guards entered the room, just as Sith bureaucrats and suborned locals were taking control of other centres of governmental operation. The Parliament grumbled but accepted them as fellow servants of their new leaders. Their was a self-aware fatalism, a recognition that they could do nothing to change the situation, and that the new dictators would perhaps be better than the old.

With the scene under control, Ashin rose from the throne and took Spencer's hand. "It's time for us to let go," she said, "and see if it sticks."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Group C

Velok barked a laugh as the strange, Force-null young man peremptorily executed the Dictator. "Outstanding," said the gigantic Whiphid, adjusting the holocam on his shoulder. He turned it off and stowed it in the pocket of his robes. "And now, I think, it's a matter of mopping up..."

Walls shattered around them, and Gand elite forces poured through, enraged beyond words. Even beyond competence. At close range, they forsook their blasters, aiming instead to tear Velok and Sven apart, limb from limb. The Dark Master found himself swarmed and buried beneath the irate Gand. Claws ripped into his armor, and atmosphere began to vent.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team C

Daxton felt the blood rage slowly seep as he walked away from the cooling corpse of the Jedi Master. The high he got from the kill slowly ebbing when he came upon the scene of utter chaos. Literally dozens of Gand were trying to tear a couple of Sith literally limb from limb, and for a moment it seemed that they would succeed.

Not that would be a problem for Daxton, after all it would mean a few less Sith to deal with on his rise to power, but for now he needed them alive. Igniting his paired orange lightsabers he dived into the melee, cutting left and right from the outside heading in, as he made his way to where the pair were pinned down. Any Gand foolish enough to venture to close was dismembered or gutted with maximum efficiency of movement, without so much as slowing Daxton down.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Team C

A concussion threw Gand everywhere, and Velok staggered to his feet. The air in his suit tasted foul -- something had breached his armor --and he held his breath, exerting one of the old breath control techniques. His lightsabre laid about him in ponderous Djem So strikes, simple and powerful enough to cleave armor. The enraged soldiers continued to pile onto him. A rifle butt spiderwebbed his suit's visor, and he grunted, returning the favor with the punch of a durasteel fist.

He set his great three-clawed feet and stood tall against the onslaught. Ichor spattered his suit and steamed on his blade.

 

[Garza]

Darren blocked the Shockpod to hit him by mere inches from the faceplate of his helm. Darrens eyes went wide as he was hit back from a direct blow to the chest. he was slightly winded from the blow. It was a sudden burt of adrenalen that geve him back his breath as he saw the Sith lord and Janwuine weapon locked. Givving him a huge opening for him to attack. Darren threw his lightsaber with the force at the back of Janwuine. Giving him time to run up to him. With that he called the red blade to his open hand with a smack. his hand slightly stung from the impact. he charged forward and slammed his white blade into the back of the knee to distract him or to greatly injure him. He yelled as he swiped his white blade across the waist with both hands adding power to his strike.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team C

Using Shatterpoint to detect the weak points in his opponents armor, Daxton cut a swathe through the enemy forces, a virtual orange bladed dervish reaching out and severing limbs, heads and armor with equal ease. Finally reaching the pair, he said, "Come on, we need to secure the high ground were their numbers don't matter."

A tactical retreat perhaps but a sound one, by forcing the Gand to come at them in pairs rather than a mob, they could easily neutralize the numbers advantage at least long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Group C

Velok growled, but nodded in assent, and plodded after Daxton into a hallway where the Gand needed to come at them two or three at a time. Torrents of red lightning flickered from his hands, obstructing the hallway with temporarily incapacitated bodies. Outright killing with lightning was difficult, and by this point he didn't have the energy to spare. Youth was a long way away.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team C

Marshalling the pair, Daxton tossed a couple of eater grenades over his shoulder at the pursuing Gand to buy them some time. Securing the hallway as the grenades exploded behind them, Daxton shouted into his communicator. "This is Scorpion One. Where the hell are my oxygen tanks? Don't make me go down there and kick your asses."

The Sith teams he lead carried large canisters of oxygen with them, venting them at the Gand quickly incapacitated them before they could defend themselves. He needed for a squad to get to him, not only to flush out the attackers but also to provide support for his wounded companions. After all the atmosphere wasn't the most breathable for their species.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Group C

"Clever ploy," said Velok, eyes half-lidded. His suit's air had become contaminated; already he could feel his lungs burning. He tapped a control and a secondary filter passed over his mouth, inside the helmet. The contaminated air might burn his skin, but he was now breathing pure air, and life was good. He straightened up and strode into the downed Gand, dispatching them two and three at a time with broad swings of his lightsabre as they lay there. It was a matter-of-fact massacre.

"With me, boy." He pushed on, kicking down a door. One of the Gand blaster rifles, the ones with the huge triggers, settled into his gigantic left hand, and he mowed down the next batch while spraying lightning from his lightsabre. Blasterfire slashed into his armor, further contaminating the air, but he had ceased to care. He had turned on his sociopathy.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton followed the large Sith Master, flanking his side while pulling out what seemed to be a metal canister from his pouch. Opening the seal he released dozens of fire flies into the air, a seeming swarm of blinking lights that effortless flew through enemy fire before landing among the enemy positions and then blossoming into multiple explosions, shredding the Gands and stunning the remainder into a quivering pile of flesh that did not know what just happened.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Velok shrugged and discarded the empty, overheated blaster rifle. "Or you could do that. Clever, boy. Clever."

His comm squalled. "Lord Velok, one of the Dictator's generals is approaching your position with an army. You'll be overrun in minutes."

He shared a glance with Daxton. "How big of an army? Don't we have orbital support on this?"

"It's not the only army. We're tied up at the moment and they've drawn us out of position."

"And nobody thought to tell me." He clicked off the comm and shrugged. "Well, that's what comes of spending the bulk of your career in secret. Nobody knows who you are. Boy, there's a communications tower at the north end of the complex. You and I need to climb it. I need line of sight on this army, and I need your power. Come with me, and I'll ensure you learn more than you ever thought possible."

He climbed through a window and dropped two stories to the ground, then began zigzagging through outbuildings and the dead, trying to reach the communications tower.

 

[Arumi Zy]

Cloaked Ship in Orbit

A dark and cloaked figure sat in the cock pit, his eyes fixated on a screen before him. It had taken every credit he had mustered to collect the tech that he had. It had taken all of the cleverness and the guile that he had to find the information he needed to track the so called sith in their actions. Oh how the sith lord despised those that now represented what was once the mightiest beings in existence. Weakened by years without the Rule.
Darth Fidelis had dispatched camera droids to follow those he had marked as an interest, those who could prove both dangerous and useful for his plans.
As one of the eye droids began to relay its feed, he saw a swine like humanoid. “ Master Velok” he said under his breath as he watched the creature. It was fast, strong and capable of many feats of the dark side, it was intelligent. “ A threat” he murmured as he continued to watch the fray unfold. He watched it trying to dissect its weaknesses, its strengths and for any sign that could be taken advantage of.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team C

Daxton rose from his position and followed Master Velok out of the window, his natural athletic abilities combined with his training allowed him to land relatively on the ground in a what used to be known as a parachutist roll, sparing shock to his knees and absorbing most of the force through his calves.

Pausing a moment to get his bearings, he took off on a run, his muscles attuned with dark side energy, he quickly caught up with the master, dodging corpses and shots sent his way while occassionally leaping over battlefield debris that was too large to go around.

Stopping at the base of the communication tower, he tapped the heel of his boots to activate the magnets on the soles of his feet, allowing him to directly run up the metal surface of the top and reach the peak to glance at the in coming enemy forces.......