Staring at the Void [TSE Dominion of Rimcee]

[Soundwave]

Vorn Salis
Scourge of the Outer Rim

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Off my station you clowns

Scum, cutthroat, pirate...These were all names that Vorn had gone by for a majority of his wretched life, and titles that he wore with pride and dignity. He was a pirate through and through to be free after years of slavery and leading a life where death had been a suitable alternative. The station shuddered as boarding parties had begun to attach to Rimcee like large metallic parasites, depositing soldiers of the Empire into what he had made his home. How troublesome indeed. While ships scrambled to engage the Sith fleet that had arrived, hundreds of pirates and outlaws that had made Rimcee their home scrambled to defend and fight. Vorn had pushed his way through the crowd of pirates whilst aboard the docked vessel he was second in command to, making his way to the captain's quarters and barging in.

"This is Captain Karaso. I wish to surrender in exchange for my own li-" The humble captain that he had served under had attempted to surrender to the Sith Empire in exchange for his own life. How it disgusted Vorn to his very core; enough to execute the Captain and take over the crew he was willing to let die to save his own skin. The bewildered Captain swung around as he looked shocked...Just in time to see Vorn raise a vibroknife up in the air and sink it into the man's chest. Vorn would toss the deceased Weequay off to the side as he looked at the monitor to the Imperial officer he had attempted to negotiate before speaking, his eyes aglow with a hint of resilience and glee, "So sorry, but the Captain had an accident. Feel free to try and take us alive though you karking tools."

After having committed mutiny and taking the crew under his command Vorn had given a brief but motivational speech to the men. They either chose to share the same fate as their former captain, dying a coward and a traitor or die as true pirates, in the name of freedom and booty. The ships docked with the station were not a safe place to be, so Vorn and his men opted to fight on the station that they knew like the back of their hands, lying in wait to ambush unsuspecting boarding parties. They would pick their enemies apart like the beasts they were. Not all on Rimcea were just mere pirates to be underestimated, some were to be feared.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

OBJECTIVE: Murderise Scum


Being pulled into the void of space was not a pleasant experience, as the unlucky technician discovered. It would have probably been a more merciful death for her if Enyo had stabbed her or snapped her neck. She did not wear a space suit. Nothing to protect her from the icy cold of the void. Or suffocation.


In any event, it only took a few seconds for the pressure to equalise in the control room. Thus Enyo no longer needed to use her strength to hold on. Once freed from the pull into the vacuum, she moved in a blur of motion. Several corsairs had been vented, but some had stood their ground in the corridor. The whine of blasters could be heard, alongside the staccato of slugthrowers.


Methodically, mechanically, the two HRDs set to work. Enyo took the front, wielding her blazing purple lightsabre to cut down opposition. Gunther followed in her wake, beating, shooting, clubbing and kicking hostiles. Outside in space, the pirates' rag-tag fleet was being pummelled by the Sith warships, as well as some of the station's repurposed defence guns.

 

[Vili Ozouf]

Objective: Sleep Kill Pirates
Location: Rimcee Station

Hand rubbing his face Vili fought off the annoying buzzing in his head that was the beginnings of a hangover, it was too early in the day, or was it night? Vili honestly couldn’t remember anymore, his azure eyes were bloodshot, his beard and hair unkempt. Drabbed in nothing but a pair of black pants Vili stepped further into the station speckles of blood painting his chest and the ax he wielded in his left hand, none of it his own. While the Valkyri did enjoy battle and bloodshed there were some days where he just wanted rest, the faster they wrapped up this endeavor the sooner he’d be able to lay back down. Having joined the Sith only weeks ago Vili was still foreign to their ways of operating, like those plasma swords they used.

All around him sirens blared, the station shook from explosions and out the viewscreens that lined the walls Vili could look out to the vacuum of space and see the fiery red deaths of pirates and Sith soldiers alike. This… Now, this was battle, this was war, this was where Vili belonged. He was so transfixed in watching the spectacle happening in space that he’d hadn’t noticed the sound of approaching footsteps it was only when they rounded the corner that Vili saw them. The pirates, drabbed in makeshift armor, sweat, and fear apparent on their faces, they sought not combat but to flee. Despicable, these were not warriors but cowards, they had been brave enough to occupy the station but in the face of opposition, some wished to flee. The head pirate skidded to a stop his mouth opening in warning

“It’s ano-“ Before he could finish there was a faint whistling sound that cut through the air followed by a meaty thump as the ax Vili had once held was now embedded in the pirate's chest. The other four that accompanied him turned to their leader watching as blood spurt forth from the wound. Drinking in their fear and reaching deep inside himself Vili tapped into the well that lay within, that warm energy and he brought it up and ran it through his body. Rage filled his being, a flame lit within his heart and it began to grow more and more. Mouth opening Vili released a cry spittle flying free as he sprinted at the remaining pirates.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

"Done."

To say that the Empire had more broken bodies than it needed was an understatement. After Jaminere alone.... Hirou mentally shook their head. Dellalt, Ossus, Rimcee.... there were always places the Empire ended up with people it couldn't free but had little enough use for either. The empire had a very 'waste no, want not' attitude to things like this.

And what the human was asking was minor enough indeed.

Oh, Hirou knew what was coming. Saarai had told them everything. The Nezumi, however, could keep a secret. Carach would not be the anvil upon which the hammer of the empire fell. That roll was already filled. Already waiting.

That did not mean that what he offered was not useful. And the trade was an incredibly easy one for the Saaraishash agent to make.

"How many? Depending on that, I can have it arranged- we could bring them half way, you would have to meet us, you understand."

The little mouse smiled.

"Not everyone can slip in and out of places like a Nezumi, after all. And Coruscant has very recently made a very big fuss over unfamiliar ships."

Hirou didn't particularly care about that, beyond the difficulty it posed for this particular type of operation.

[member="Jairus Starvald"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Wait, what was that about a furnace?

Some Imperial Space Stations were built with an atomising furnace, essentially reducing its waste into a condensed mass of its basest atomic components. While handy, it was costly to install and other, newer methods of recycling rendered furnaces rather obsolete. Yet, there she stood face to face with one. It was too late to go back now, she had to press on. Success or Death had been her mantra for life. Death by atomising furnace wasn't the worst way to go, she supposed.

But she had never snuck through one of these before. She waited for it to cool down. Gravity was low in here, it made moving rather odd, but she could use her decreased weight. She just had to be quick and clever about it.

Actually.

Darth Ophidia pulled out one of her customary vibrodaggers, turned it between her fingers and then sent it flying up along the shaft. It did not spontaneously combust, which was a good sign. It stopped at the other end, tipping over an invisible edge of gravity and plummeting to the side. So it also told her which way the artificial gravity went, which was useful. Her legs curled up under her as she relaxed and made ready. The force gathered up in her body as she shot herself forward through the potential ring of death and towards the relatively safe interior of the pirate-infested station.

It was alright for the first split second, and then pain. It felt like her entire body was a hangnail being peeled a little too far and then squeezed into the corrosive internal matter of some citrus fruit. She saw elements of her dress disappear and flesh be stripped away underneath, not deep, but enough that she could feel it. The metal and the alchemised components in her ensemble remained untouched.

And she reached the other side. Gravity grabbed her and pulled her sideways. She rolled around on the floor as she pulled the protective suit off her body. Her clothes were stained with speckles of blood and the pain throbbed through her. In front of her, a droid stood with a pack of compacted trash in its hands, about to load it into the furnace. Its head twitched slightly to the side before being quickly cleft in twain by one of Ophidia's sabres. Behind the droid stood a young boy, holding a wrench. She rolled up to her knees and looked at the boy.

She and he were seemingly transfixed, like predator and prey.

"You will tell me"

 

[Darth Athora]

The battlefield grew quiet as the last vestiges of pirate scum were blasted out of the sky by Zahori and Dagger Squadron. The Imperial fighters continued flying about the battlefield, searching for survivors. "I want no piece of scrap unturned."

"Yes, ma'am."

"How many did we lose?"

"Just Dagger Two, ma'am."

"Very well. Continue searching through the wreckages. I will return to the destroyer." From behind them, a Marr-class Star Destroyer approached from behind. Zahori brought her starfighter to the destroyer and landed in the starboard hangar. Once her fighter touced down and powered down, Several troopers approached, ready to escort the Admiral to the bridge.

"Status report."

"The Empire has nearly completed the operation, Admiral. Soon, Rimcee shall be fully under our control."

"Very well. Call Dagger Squadron back and call in the rest of the fleet."

"Yes, ma'am."

Zahori exited her starfighter and provided to the exit of the hangar and made her way to the bridge of the destroyer.

 

[Ordo]

He hardly batted an eye lash as the person he discerned was the doctor arrived and began giveing orders. He could say with a degree of certainty that the small being wasn't the weirdest creature he'd ever seen but he sure hadn't seen one quite like it.

He ran his tongue over a canine and made a quick sucking sound as he turned and waved to the droid to stop.

"Hey!" He bellowed at the load lifter, "Set it down for the doctor to inspect the delivery."

The droid stopped and set the crate down and the big man approached the crate's built in security computer. He licked his thumb and pressed it to the security panel to unlock the crate and reached for a button on the lid. The lid spilt in the center and folded away to either side with an audible hiss of rushing air in reaction to the vacuum seal being broken. Inside was a large device that could boast full bio printing capabilities of a human body in four hours or less based on size and complexity.

"Doctor, your MTX one thousand bioprinter, complete with a complementary portable fusion generator and needed attachments." The big man rumbled as if he actually knew what it did, "The biopaste and foams are in the other crate also complementary as a thank you for being our first delivery of the new product."

He crossed his arms and looked at the large device that looked similar to ancient cryo-pods only sleeker with the computer built in. It was worth seeing, if he said so himself.


[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

A smile grew bright at the acceptance of the deal.

Of course, Jairus hadn't expected it to be denied- it was a minor thing for the Sith Empire, but for his organization? It would be a grand boon. A steady supply of prisoners that could be broken, co-opted, used for this purpose or that... and all for the small prize of supporting the Empire's efforts on Coruscant when it came. Why not? The Alliance was a thorn in their side and dislodging them or even inconveniencing them enough would be beneficial for both himself and Irajah.

Besides.

Both their businesses would grow if the Sith Empire took a swing at Coruscant. The streets filled with wounded, with the homeless and those filled with despair. It would be the perfect breeding ground to recruit and the perfect breeding ground to experiment.

"Many will die, before some become useful." Bad habits would have to be removed, obedience instilled, competence branded into the fabric of their being. "I'd need a steady supply of them, twenty-five every two weeks to start with. Then we can expand, if we are both satisfied. As for meeting you and yours halfway? Not an issue."

In truth Jairus would have suggested it himself next, if the Nezumi hadn't.

"I have retained the services of a competent... freight company." Smugglers. It would do. "They are a known quantity and will be able to pass through relatively unscathed."

This was Coruscant after all. To deny the transportation of everyone was simply ridiculous and wouldn't happen- as long as the ships were known, the faces, the transponder codes? They wouldn't bat an eye at a steady shipment coming in. Not when the grease was royally applied to look the other way. They'd maybe assume drugs, weapons, the usual. Or perhaps they'd set-up a shell company. Some sort of penal colony or a privatized prison?

The options were aplenty.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

As long as Jairus was willing to undergo the part where he actually got his new 'friends' to Coruscant, Hirou was content.

"Twenty five every two weeks can be arranged," they said with a small nod.

The strike against Coruscant was coming, and soon. But that would be enough time for him to set up something useful. Oh, Hirou didn't much care either way about useful to himself, but in this case it's use to the Empire.

"Can you arrange it for three days hence?" Came the polite inquiry. "Or will you need more time?"

It would take that long for the arrangements to be made on their end. There were channels to go through, details to be ironed out, prisoners to be vetted.

"Does the Bright Jewel system suit you for delivery?"

The system contained Ord Mantell, a reasonable halfway point between Sith Empire space and Coruscant. Also a location normal shipping might reasonably be coming from.

[member="Jairus Starvald"]

 

[Irajah Ven]

[member="Faeroth Uraan"]

The crate was large. Vain was small. The figure snapped and pointed and one of the attendants brought over a medium sized crate. She honestly wouldn't have cared if they had gotten on their hands and knees so she could step on their back. This was fine. Stepping up, the beaked mask peered over the edge.

"Oh it's lovely."

Was that... a coo?

"Will I need to contact your company directly, to arrange for regular deliveries of bio paste and foams? I would like to schedule a repeat delivery, every month. I believe a crate will suffice, but I may up the order later."

Vain had long term plans. She would happily become a repeat customer if that was possible.

"I do not want to be bothered putting in new orders every month."

That would vex her greatly.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

Jairus thought about that for a moment.

Three days?

His people were currently scouring other options when it came to freighting, if his appointment tomorrow wouldn't pan out the way he'd like it. That way there would be some option to move the slaves. Even if it wasn't his preferred option. Part of him- the part that wanted to excel in all things- was tempted to say that it wasn't a problem. But Jairus bit that back almost immediately, because one thing that would look worse than not being able to handle this in three days?

Was saying he could and then failing at that.

"I will need five." That would give him enough time to sort out a possible venture for transportation and they'd take it from there. "Ord Mantell sounds perfect for my aims." If things went completely sideways it would always be possible to get people there.

You only needed to take a wrong turn to get a band of smugglers there.

"Unless there is more to discuss I think that about concludes this?" A questioning glance towards the mouse, before they exchanged a respectful nod to one another. "It was a pleasure, Agent Tabigarashu Madara." Then the Sith Lord pushed himself off the seat. Taking one last look around the room, before inclining his head just a touch more than before. "You have impressed me today. I will convey that to our mutual friends." This time around Carach meant Kaine.

But he left that ambigous before exiting the room, unless there was more to discuss.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

She was unsure of how much time had passed when she released the child from her grasp. His eyes rolled back as his body suddenly convulsed and then seized. His jaw set hard in his face as she stood up, hand still extended and rubies dripping from the talons on her fingertips. His skin turned wan as it started to wrinkle and crack. Fat and muscle withered away as black smoke was drawn out of his mouth and into her palm. As it did, her wounds slowly started to close. Darth Ophidia ran her hand over the top of her helmet, leaving little trails of crimson on the metal as his body stilled.

"Nothing personal, kid."

Stepping over his withered corpse, she looked through the memories she chose to devour and found herself a familiarity with the ship. Shrouding herself in the shadows and suppressing her presence, she delved deeper into the ship.

Apparently this child had been a stowaway, a squatter living in the crawl-spaces. He had been stealing rations and hiding away from the pirates for months, maybe a year. It was impressive. He had a good memory of the little secret paths. One of which would take her exactly where she wanted to be. She took the left and climbed into one of the small spaces. Her slender form made her just able to get through. There were traps and pitfalls, but she knew, she remembered when he was hurt by them, when he lost supplies due to them. Pain was a good teacher, as was hunger.

She stopped in the end as the memories started to fade. Kark. It was what had to be done for them not to take over, but she looked at a fork in the road. Closing her eyes, she swayed her hand this way and the other, then landed on the right.

Slipping to the right, she found that the space opened up and she could stand at a crouch. A repetitive banging could be heard along with voices. A beating? No, this was different, rythmic? Not an instrument, too heavy. It was more like someone banging their head on the wall repeatedly. She came closer and closer to the source, until she could feel the actual epicentre of the kinetic force. Ophidia put a sabre to the wall and a finger on the switch. With a furious snap it tore through the wall and seized the banging. She drew a circle in the wall and pushed the cutaway out into the room, crushing underneath it whatever she had stabbed. As she climbed out, she found herself confronting one rodian and half a human.

The rodian made a run for it, going for the door. However, her hand stopped as her body froze. Then, it was pulled back onto the waiting blade. Looking around, Ophidia stepped down from the metal slab on the half of human laying face-down on the desk. She knelt and inspected the face, cocking her head to the side as she did.

"Well look at that. Seems I found the captain with his trouser's down"

 

[Nixia Amabilia]

Location: Rimcee Station
Goal: Survive...then clear out pirates.

There was no escaping the feeling of dread that nagged at her. Seasoned men of war shouted orders, moved with excellence and did not hesitate to kill. Following a squad of Sith Empire soldiers down the halls of Rimcee station she did her best not to look like a complete rookie, but her body language gave her away. Breathing rapidly, shaking and trying not to trip over bodies of dead pirates. Nixias heart felt as if it were going to explode. The blaster pistol rattled in her hand and she had yet to use the Vibro sword she was given.

"Grenade!" A soldier shouted. The squad dove to left almost instantly. Leaving Nixia in the open. There was no time to think just act. On the floor was a medium sized Vibro shield left over from a dead Weequay pirate. Scrabbling to pick it up the young acolyte kneeled and braced for impact after raising the shield in front of her.

*BOOM*

Opening her eyes and groaning in pain the Icarii found herself on her back three feet back and her head ringing. Blaster fire came next, groups of pirates flooded in. "Ugh!"

 

[Soundwave]

Vorn Salis
Scourge of the Outer Rim

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Off my station you clowns

Shouts were heard from the Sith Empire soldiers as they were systematically clearing out the station with their Sith overlords barking out orders. Vorn and his crew had hunkered down and set up shop, establishing a deathtrap for anyone foolish enough to march in uninvited. This was their turf, and they weren't going to give it away all willy nilly. Vorn would hear a nearby explosion and barking orders not too far away as a trio of Sith Empire soldiers appeared at the end of the hallway he had been baiting. One soldier would spot him as he quickly turned to take aim. Vorn deftly raised his blaster pistol up in one hand and squeezed the trigger, sending a blasterbolt right through the soldier's helmeted head. The soldier's head would snap back at a sickening angle as he fell backwards. His companions would turn and open fire, as expected of the elite Legion that served the Empire. Vorn would dodge left and right as he avoided blaster shots, firing off a trio of shots that struck another soldier in the chest before disappearing around the corner.

The soldier would bark for backup as a squad came to support. Vorn had disappeared in a long hallway as the soldiers rounded a corner, slowly advancing as they kept their blasters trained at the ends of the corridor. The lights would begin to flicker as they moved, making their way halfway through the corridor, under where Vorn had hidden in the vents above. The lights would go out, a pair of eerie glowing eyes staring down at the soldiers. Just before they could switch to night vision, Vorn would drop down on top of a soldier, sinking his vibrodagger down into the soft spot between the soldier's head and shoulder, giving it a twist as he slipped his blaster wielding hand under the dead soldier's arm to keep him up, firing bursts of blaster fire into the backs of the three leading soldiers before quickly turning as the soldiers shouted out and spotted Vorn. They would open fire as they peppered the corpse of their dead companion being used as a body shield before quickly succumbing to Vorn's expert shooting.

An explosion could be heard in the next hallway over as the result of a grenade. Vorn would rip his blade out from the neck of the dead soldier whose corpse was smoking from the number of blaster bolts it took in his place, the body falling to the floor in a bloody pool as Vorn pulled out a rag to wipe the blood off the blade before twirling his blaster pistol to go greet the next group of soldiers who had come by and were being engaged by his crew. A half dozen pirates armed with heavy repeaters would be holding down the hallway, laying down fields of deadly blaster fire to keep the enemy at bay while Vorn shouted out, "Feel free to just walk out and die. Save yourself the shame when you explain how a bunch of pirates beat your fucking asses and save us the trouble of having to waste our ammo on you shitheads."

[member="Nixia Amabilia"]​

 

[Ordo]

"Not a problem, Doctor." He said as he reached into a large cargo pocket and took out his datapad.

MandalTech was now connected to the Galactic Holo-Matrix and ordering or even inspecting products had never been easier.

"I can set you up with a recurring monthly delivery in a few seconds." He said in his rumbling tone, "You can cancel or change your order anytime in our system. Would you like new product updates as well?"

He new the routine. He should he wrote it, and when you were paying what this strange little space duck was paying you got just about anything you wanted, even from an old bastard like Faeroth.


[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

 

[Nixia Amabilia]

" Move in!" A sith trooper shouted and signaled the squad to return fire. The few ignorant pirates that wandered in were taken out rather swiftly. Smoke filled the corridor and as it cleared red streaks rapidly began to dance back and forth. Rolling onto her stomach and crawling toward the wall Nixia took cover using the vibro shield and the wall as well. Next the lights in the hall began to fade off. Blaster fire was the only source of light for her eyes. For a moment she felt like she was at a club on Coruscant.

Heavy fire erupted down the hall and Nixia watched sith troopers get mowed down in the hallway. A voice taunted them, She did not know who it was but walking out and dying was the last thing that she wanted to happen. Her eyes scanned over the bodies in the hall and locked on a belt of Grenades. Stripping it off a dead body and inching slowly to the corner of the hall she activated one on the belt and waited a second.

" Dont get cocky!" A nervous voice shouted back and suddenly a female hand appeared in sight sliding a belt of Grenades down the hall toward group of pirates.

[member="Vorn Salis"]

 

[Vili Ozouf]

Blue eyes wide and locked on the pirates that stood before him Vili felt the force thrumming in every part of his being as his rage and bloodlust gave him strength, pushing him further and craving the blood of his foes. Left hand reaching out Vili reached out with an invisible tendril of will that snatched the ax from the first pirates’ chest as if it had been a cue the body of the pirate fell eyes rolling to the back of their head as their body began to fall to the floor. Before it landed Vili was among the throng of pirates a snarl escaping his mouth showing his sharpened canines. Right hand snapping out Vili’s palm met the pirate's chin pushing his head backward at what appeared to be an uncomfortable angle, the pirate began to shout but was swiftly silenced as the Valkyri’s left hand came around bringing the ax to cleave into their right trapezius. Eyes widening as the realization dawned on them the pirate had just enough time and energy before his imminent demise to look into the frenzied eyes of Vili.

Vili felt the ax in his left-hand tore into the flesh of the pirate, the muscle being cleaved into blood streaming from the fresh wound. Turning while still holding onto the body Vili used it as a shield as the other three pirates opened fire, blaster bolts tore into the helpless pirates’ body. As the flesh of the pirate was instantly cauterized by the bolts Vili’s nostrils were assaulted by the scent of seared flesh. As holes became apparent in the body he pushed the corpse at the pirates as a distraction. Tossing the ax from his left to his right hand Vili stepped forward his arm coming around in a slicing motion. This swing didn’t cleave into flesh, instead, Vili had distanced himself and swung in a way that drug the northern tip of the ax head across the throat of yet another pirate. The slit began to slowly open as the head lulled back grotesquely revealing the pink, pulpy flesh within.

The last two pirates fell just as quickly as those who came before them, Vili was absolutely coated in blood from head to toe, raising a commlink Vili was about to send confirmation that he’d eliminated a squad of pirates till he felt a nearby explosion that shook the floor beneath him. It came from nearby and with it the shouts and screeches of more pirates. Ax in hand Vili moved through the hallways towards the commotion.

[member="Nixia Amabilia"] [member="Vorn Salis"]

 

[Irajah Ven]

[member="Faeroth Uraan"]

A gloved hand reached out, stroking the edge of the machine where it peaked out of the packing material softly.

"Hmmm? Yes, but only medical related products. Most of your lines do not interest me," came the blunt reply.

Vain wasn't good at pretending she cared about anything but what she did.

The beaked mask came up and she stepped back and down, motioning for them to cover the crate again and take it away. It would be installed in one of the new labs and honestly Vain couldn't wait to put it through its paces. Head cocking slightly to the side, they accepted the pad, signing for the delivery. For a moment, it was clear they were scrutinizing the details of the recurrent delivery before also signing off on that.

"If this works well I may have need for a second unit for the labs on Bastion."

In truth, if she liked it, she'd probably also order them for the labs on Shushugaunt as well. But she spent significantly less time there. They could order their own if they wanted. It was clear she considered it no trouble, either arranging for delivery or the cost. In truth, she appreciated how easy it had been.

She didn't thank him. Though, she rarely thanked anyone, especially someone who was just doing their job. After making sure all of the details were handled, she nodded to the much larger man and retreated back into the facility.

There was work to do.