Populate Suspicious Minds | Sith Order [Alzoc III & Lonesome]

[Aspect of Passion]

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Suspicious Minds​

SO Populate of Alzoc III & Lonesome​

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The destruction of Woostri had prefaced further conquests along the Sith Border Worlds. The Second Legion marched onwards to Stewjon, conquering world after world, while the First continued on its path of destruction to the Core. The Alliance fleets had once more been throw into the grinder, left to ash and powder between the millstones of the Sith War Machine. Now, a new threat rose in the Naboo System - upstarts convinced of their supremacy, their capacity to defend worlds. It was only one of many soon to be challenges the Sith Order would face.​

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Even still, the Sith returned home for celebration, planning, manipulation, and politics. On Jutrand, military parades orchestrated by PDF's and the Null Legion were met with great acclaim, while high society had already begun to make moves to consolidate their new found position. Economic futures looked bright as report after report spoke about the optimization and capacity the new Woostrian servers would give the Sith Empire, and so more came to Jutrand to sell their trades, products, and services.​

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The Sith have already proven themselves powerful, dashing would be contenders against the rocks again and again. Today is not about strength for them, but celebration of strength - and thus, all those of note were invited, both within the Empire, and without.​

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Objective I | Tainted Love​

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On Jutrand, there were numerous celebrations in high society. It seemed the entire world was draped in crimson fineries, and there were no shortage of parties in the Sadow District. One of the most notable, however, was arranged by Drazen Lutris - Brother of the Emperor, Governor of Terminus, and quickly growing to be one of the richest Sith in the Order. His would be penthouse was massive, with well over thirty rooms, over a hundred servants, and wealth unimaginable. No doubt gained through his creative financing on Terminus.​

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As you, and the others, enter his home through the hanger, the speeder port, or the elevator, you are greeted with an immaculate congregation. Great crimson banners trail from the ceilings, while the floor was a blood marble. Servants covered in black cloth had their faces hidden away by wraps, but their hands lay out full of trays filled with wine, champagne, fruits, cheeses, and meats. You are given but a moment to find your place in the crowd, while Drazen Lutris stood on a stage some feet away before the gathered assembly.​

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"Welcome, my lovely peers.", the one-eyed Tyrant said with a great and terrible grin.​

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"Today, we are not here just to celebrate my Brother's grand conquest of Woostri and the humiliation of the Alliance, but to enjoy ourselves! That is the purpose of the night, truly, in its most raw and visceral sense. In the spirit of that enjoyment, I have brought forth a game not played in hundreds, if not thousands of years. The Crimson Gambit.", he said, his hands going out as though to emphasize it with an underscore, drawing arbitrarily in the air.​

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"This game was created by the ancient Sith to test their most dangerous weapons against one another - not the lightsaber or the Force, but the tongue. The rules are simple: Each of you will be given a communication orb.", he said motioning to the servants now moving through the crowds with gold platters full of stone eyes. They handed them out, one by one.​

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"Each of you will learn of your secret objective. You may be asked to convince another, ensure they never speak the truth, make someone else reveal their true goal, spread a rumor. This will be given to you through the eye before you, and it will know when you have achieved your goal. You must plant and spread misinformation throughout it all, but if you are caught in a lie, or your hidden goal is exposed... you lose."​

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The Devil that he was grinned again, his teeth too white, too perfect for the sweet rot he spewed.​

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"Some may start with a secret that gives them an edge, or a falsehood that may harm your chances. It all depends on the game. When we are done, we will vote on who the best of us was, and who accomplished the most goals. The winner, or winners, will earn a boon from the Dark Council and my brother, The Emperor. No questions asked."​

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A murmur through the crowd.​

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"Come now, the night is young. My home is yours, tonight, so drink and be merry. Once everyone has an eye, we will begin.", he said as he hopped off the stage and grabbed one of the stone eyes for himself.​

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Objective II | The Anthem of Mr Dark​

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Elsewhere, in the Lutris Penthouse, a meeting of minds was taking place. The balcony had been cleared for politics, and was considered the most professional area of the entire retreat. There standing among them was the corporate council of the Assembly, Governors, ambitious Sith looking to cash in on favors, and more. Their topic of discussion for the day?​

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The Third Legion.​

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It had been common knowledge that the Sith were building the Third Legion for some time. Their efforts never ceased as their expansion continued, and new worlds meant more construction. While much of their capacity was dedicated to keeping the First and Second supplied with replacements and equipment, all excess production had been pointed in one direction - The Third. Today, they brought corporate, military, and political minds together to discuss just what the Third Legion would truly be.​

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Gathered were the greatest minds of the Empire, each seeking to prove their own write up as the best option. There was no guarantee the one all people backed would become the newest Imperator, but it gave them significant influence in the Empire if they were directly tied to the creation of the Third. For that reason alone, the balcony was cramped. Displays had been brought out, some had already begun to show their advancements and ideas to the crowd, many were met with disappointment when nobody seemed to enjoy their presentations.​

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Sithspawn in cages, would be droids carefully crafted for mass production, a prison outfit, and a soldier using another's body. Each were proposed, each were considered. Now, it is your turn to show the Sith what you think the Third Legion should personify. Do you bring them Sithspawn of great repute, elite soldiers, alchemists, or something else? Today is your day to speak up, for tomorrow your words might build you a throne of your own design.​

 

[Drazen Lutris]

Objective I | Tainted Love​

Tag | Open​

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Drazen beamed as he was given one of the stone eyes for the game. For once, he hadn't even given himself an advantage. All he really wanted to do was have some fun - but somewhere deeper, he wanted to see who the best of the best were when it came to matters of manipulation. A whole new generation of Sith lived and breathed the politics of the Assembly, and it was as heavy handed a way as any to force them to play nice with each other, if only for a bit. The more interesting part about it, was how those here managed to get around the Emperor's Peace to still threaten and cajole their way into power.​

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He pulled a small cigarello from his crimson coat pocket and had one of the servants ignite it. He nodded to them without a look, and pulled out a small datapad. It went over the guest list, and who had already arrived. If he wanted to sell the idea of a boon from the Dark Council, he had to make sure someone else won - and then just really emphasize their generosity. Once they learned he had made it up, they would likely come after him, but he would absolutely make sure that someone would earn a prize from them regardless.​

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After that, he had business with the Council, and what better way to force their hand than to sell their gifts out from under them?​

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He blew a ring of smoke as he grinned, grabbing a nearby glass of champagne and strolling off into the crowd to find himself someone entertaining to speak to.​

 

[Darth Meritum]

Objective II | The Anthem of Mr. Dark​

Tag | Open​

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The Voice of the Emperor sat alone, mostly by choice. Others had come up to speak with him, but they mostly wore their intentions on their sleeves. More than a few had hoped to bribe Meritum or otherwise threaten him into agreeing with their own positions, but that hadn't worked well for them. Unfortunately, bribing or threatening the personification of the Emperor on Jutrand was not the best choice to make, and already some had been removed from this party.​

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The party, however, was more concerning. He had been warned of Drazen and his antics, but he wasn't all that much aware of the Emperor or the Dark Council promising anything. It seemed, however, Drazen had done so on purpose - and spoke with such conviction, he would be forced to play into it, at least somewhat. It would be all too easy for him to erode confidence in the upper management, just to position himself in the right place to take over afterwards.​

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So whoever won that party game would get something, but Drazen would need to have his leash tightened.​

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That, however, was for tomorrow. Today, he just wanted to drink a bit of wine and listen to the business men and generals speak about their prospective ideas of the Third Legion. Someone had already proposed a prison legion, which seemed a good use of their all too large prison population, but he wasn't sure if he preferred that more than the 'Legion of Sithspawn' someone else had brought forth - with a good example in a cage. Meritum was pretty sure it had bitten someone's finger off already, but he wasn't close enough to tell, just a rumor he had heard.​

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Now, he waited the next one to come up to the opening to display their idea. He, however, remained towards the edge of the balcony, looking out over the Sadow District, then back again to the presentations. Alone, he was easy to approach, but to get something out of him would be much harder...​

 

[Elane II of Kuat]

Objective: Stand Around...Menacingly
Tags:

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The Lord-Banker of the SIBC had only recently began the establishment of a powerbase within the Sith Empire, having aided Darth Meritum in uncovering a treasonous scheme orchestrated by Darth Nefaron , who sought to usurp the current government and declare himself Emperor of a Sith Order under his own control.​

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While he could have gained significantly from such an arrangement from a financial standpoint, the challenge of eliminating the Corpse Emperor and the Twice-Emperor proved daunting. Therefore, it was deemed more prudent to align himself with the existing order rather than risk total upheaval and a collapse of confidence in the Sith Financial System.​

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The formation of the Third Legion was emerging from a notable victory against the Galactic Alliance over Woostri, although its leader and champion had yet to be identified. There was not a single area available for movement, much to Sostair's annoyance, except for a narrow service corridor through which the service droids distributed drinks and refreshments.​

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Naturally a glass of wine was grabbed as four Warriors of Abonshee moved people out of his way to enable him to observe the next invention.​

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[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE I: TAINTED LOVE

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CURRENT MISSION - Kraken-esque Shenanigans
Immediate Goals -
1: Play the game of "Crimson Gambit"
1.1: Don't die (mandatory)
1.2: Earn the Boon (optional)
2: Endear yourself to Quinn Varanin & Zachariah Conway 's... Uncle? Cousin? Male relative. (Optional)

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) Drazen Lutris || OPEN FREQUENCY

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A game of manipulation. Trayze expected nothing less from a gaggle of Dark Lords who wished to congratulate themselves after the militaristic thrust ever closer to the Core. Yet wasn't that why he was here as well?

Stubborn resuscitator of princesses, cousin to the teacher of Darth Latrens, and acolyte, laborer overlooked, under-appreciated, and underestimated. Was he here to enact and remind them how dangerous he could be? Hardly, his power relied upon what he kept to his chest, not in overt and blatant displays of power.

As he remained in the crowd, he kept his senses sharpened, the tension in his body hadn't left him truly ever since the invitation was given to him. While the "brother of the Emperor" may declare that his host would "officially" declare the game to begin momentarily, the Kiffar was under no illusion that the schemes had been woven long before Trayze set foot on the planet.

Would it be enough? To use his connections to ascertain the potential guest list, and Drazen Lutris ' own modus operandi - to walk under the shadow of Elane II of Kuat as a "meager" Captain-Under-Marque and assume nobody notices? To eat in a spartan way, the Force pulsating from him like tendrils of synapses drinking in the behaviours of his fellow guests, to win the contest, and force his one-eyed host to cough up his reward?

I will make it enough.

 

[Serina Calis]

Suspicious Minds
Location: Jutrand
Objective: 1
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: Trayze Tesar Drazen Lutris [OPEN]
Tags: ???

"Lets play a little game..."​

Serina stepped into the grand penthouse with deliberate grace, her crimson-etched armor and shadowed hood setting her apart in the throng of highborn and power-hungry. Her presence was a statement, a whisper in the Force that sent ripples through the gathered Sith and dignitaries alike. She moved like liquid shadow, her long cape trailing behind her with a faint luminescence, reflecting the magenta glow of the patterns woven into her bodice.

The scent of exotic wines, perfumed silks, and burning cigarellos filled the air, blending with the subtle undercurrent of deception. Eyes flicked toward her, some with recognition, others with curiosity. Even among the Sith, she was an enigma—too poised to be overlooked, too unknown to be fully trusted.

A servant clad in black moved to present her with one of the stone eyes. Serina accepted it with a delicate hand, her fingertips tracing the cold surface. The Crimson Gambit. A game of deception and manipulation. How quaint.

Yet she did not underestimate the design of the game. The Sith were predators, each one eager to sink their fangs into the throat of another. This was not just a contest; it was a hunting ground where alliances would be tested, lies would be spun, and reputations would be built or shattered.

Serina's gaze flickered to Drazen Lutris as he spoke, his too-perfect smile barely concealing the scheming mind beneath. He relished in the chaos he was about to unleash, and Serina found herself entertained by his indulgence.

She turned the stone eye in her palm, feeling the hidden mechanism inside. What would it whisper to her? A lie to sell? A truth to bury? A name to ruin?

No matter.

The game had already begun long before Drazen's proclamation.

With measured steps, she drifted into the crowd, her expression carefully curated—a mixture of mild amusement and intrigue. Her blue eyes, sharp and knowing, assessed the field. Power was not won through brute force alone; it was seized in moments like these, where perception could be moulded and reality could be rewritten.

She caught sight of Trayze, the Kiffar, standing like a specter in the sea of nobility, his presence a contradiction to the ostentatious display of wealth. He was a ghost in the halls of the mighty, a dangerous reminder of the ones often overlooked.

Intriguing.

Serina allowed herself a faint smirk, the barest curve of her lips, before turning her attention back to the game. Tonight, she would weave her web and see who would ensnare themselves within it.

The night was young, and she was ready to play.

 

[Sable Varro]

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Suspicious Minds

Objective: One
Mission Classification: [Confidential]

Personnel Involved:

• Primary Operative(s):
• Supporting Units: Trayze Tesar , Drazen Lutris
• Allied Contacts: Serina Calis
• Hostile Forces: TBD

Deployment Location:

• Primary Target Zone: [Jutrand]

Equipment Loadout:

• Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
• Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
• Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
• Armor & Attire: Personal Armor

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Her gaze swept the room with quiet calculation, taking in the gilded opulence and the crowd of predators disguised in silk robes and jeweled smiles. She moved with poise, shoulders back, coat slung stylishly off one shoulder, a faint curl of amusement playing at her lips, though her eyes remained sharp and unreadable.
Of course Drazen would turn a party into a power play. It was always a game with Sith like him—smiling while testing the edge of your spine for weakness.
Her hand wrapped around the communication orb as it was offered, the cold weight of the stone eye resting in her palm like a challenge. She gave it a slow, thoughtful turn between her fingers, then glanced toward the stage as Drazen delivered his final words. Her gaze did not travel far beyond Serina, unlike others in this place, she remained clad in her armor, unwilling to wander too far from her perceived charge.
A boon from the Dark Council? Now that was the kind of prize people would kill for. Or lie for. Or both.
Sable smirked faintly, slipping the orb into her palm as if she'd just been handed a loaded weapon.
She let herself drift into the crowd, eyes flicking from face to face, not allowing herself to be distanced too far from Serina.

Sith, nobles, sycophants, spies—everyone here was a threat, and every smile hid a knife. But perhaps she was being paranoid.
Regardless, her posture was alert beneath the surface.
She'd play their game.
But if they thought they could outmaneuver her in a contest of deception?
Well, there was only one way to tell.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective II: Anthem of Mr. Dark
Darth Meritum Elane II of Kuat
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Parties held little interest for her, besides the occasional gala when she could dress up with her wife. Still, a gathering happening with the district she oversaw on Jutrand almost demanded a polite appearance from the Lady of Secrets, and she had obliged that small courtesy to Drazen Lutris for hosting the event at his penthouse. She had politely turned down the refreshments on offer, sticking to her own philosophy of never impairing her mind in any way such as with alcohol, nor was she interested in joining the party game. The offer a boon from the Dark Council and the Emperor was news to her, but she would be willing to entertain some notion of it, in a small way. A discussion for later in the evening though. The other reason within the event deserved more of her attention.

While she held little interest in fielding a legion of her own at present, a promise to her wife to keep field engagements to a minimum as the war continued as they had little ones to watch, she was far more interested in helping mold the units fielded by the Empire. The Third Legion's formation was well underway, with a few voices within the Order vying for control of it, and yet nothing had been stabilized yet on its development. Tonight could see that begin to take shape, at least on who would be providing equipment and the direction.

The presentations thus far had been lackluster, typical flare or show, although she had made a mental note to punish the alchemist that had proposed a legion of Sithspawn and then brought his creation, a fusion of a jurgoran and she suspected some Trandoshan DNA, that had proceeded to bite off the hand of a visiting dignitary. If the Third Legion became something altered by Sith alchemy, she had other ideas on how that could be accomplished and in a more controlled manner. Perhaps something she could present herself if that was the direction the majority was leaning towards or perhaps it would become an extension of the hidden blades of the Sith and stealth would be the name of the game. It could be an exciting night.

A cup of tea in her hand, summoned from her own kitchen, she would quietly join the Voice on the balcony overlooking the district, the sounds of the Zannah Falls in the distant background.

"Good evening, Voice Meritum," she would greet the Emperor's representative politely. "Have any of the presentations thus far piqued your interest?"

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Obj II

Tag | Taeli Raaf Darth Meritum Elane II of Kuat

Generally she had avoided any and all politics up till recently, frequently proposing integrations of Yalara and its assets to aid the war effort. This would be a whole new game to play at though, with many offering propositions as to what all could this new legion be turned into.

As enticing as the party was, this needed to be done.

"Greetings and salutations, all attending."

Adeline gives a proper and refined curtsey to all within the meeting, not seeking to get into a rush.. There was plenty of time, and plenty of ideas.

"If I may, are we to be giving our proposals in turns?"

The occultist raises a brow, keeping to a relaxed language and inquisitive expression.









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[Darth Meritum]

Adeline Noctua would find no resistance, only a moderate nod from some of those gathered. The previous 'act' was being shuffled on the faux stage, so if she had a proposal, she was more than welcome to bring it up to everyone present.​

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Meritum sipped on his wine for a moment as Taeli Raaf walked up to him. She greeted him, and he offered her a smile, then motioned to a seat.​

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"None so far, but I found some of the technology shown to be interesting. Earlier, a representative from the Sith Engineering Corp gave an example of a 'puppet' system. They could put one highly trained soldier into the mind of an untrained prisoner, and then use their body to complete an operation. They ended the exihibit by killing the prisoner, and the soldier seemed fine. Shaken up, but fine. I could see some uses for that system, if we really wanted."​

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"Beyond that?", he simply shrugged, taking a deeper drink of his wine.​

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"Not much, unfortunately."​

 

[Darth Umbra]

OBJECTIVE 2

The formation of the Third Legion was an interesting proposition to Umbra. Moreso than the party going on elsewhere. He had not come for niceties but to see the way forward for the Sith and to determine what new technologies and political intrigue he could pursue for his gain. A new legion meant new opportunities, opportunities he could use to advance.

As he stepped into the room, he felt the force ebb and flow around him. The Dark Side was strong here, pushing and pulling him around. It wove itself into everything, from the people present to the atmosphere itself. It pulsed out of several beings, the power almost intoxicating with its strength, and in others, it poured around them, their nearly neutral presence in the force standing out more than a Jedi would in this gathering.

The technology and demonstrations so far had been..interesting. Several could have been used to some effect, but none had been empire-changing. Those rare displays appeared yet to come.

Umbra's eyes plied the room, meeting at Darth Meritum , whom Umbra nodded in respect. His gaze lingered on Taeli Raaf and Adeline Noctua , absorbing their presence in the force and beginning to learn who they were.

A slight commotion near a droid service corridor made Umbra rotate his head, seeing several beings who he recognized from his time on D'Qar. Between them stood a Muun; now that was interesting. Umbra was new on the block, but the Muun piqued his interest. No doubt a banking clan or similar economist here to cash in on the advancement of the Empire. Wrapping himself in the Dark Side, he wove his way toward the Muun until he was standing outside of the ring of what had to be bodyguards.

"I believe you have a better vantage point than most from here," Umbra said as he placed his hands behind his back, showing no outward signs of hostility, "It is also far more quiet in more ways than one. May I join you?" Elane II of Kuat

 

[Elane II of Kuat]

Objective: Stand Around...Menacingly
Tags: Darth Umbra

Up to this point, Elane had found the showcased inventions unimpressive, until she noticed Darth Umbra approached from the crowd, seeking to engage him in polite conversation. Anything to escape the tedious display of subpar creations.​

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"Of course, My Lord," she replied in a gentle voice with a rather firm undertone, motioning for the four Warriors of Abonshee to step aside, enabling them to have a more private conversation away from prying eyes. ​

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For a brief moment, her thoughts drifted as she attempted to remember any information regarding this Dark Lord and what his demeanor might be. Though they may be a violent and brutish individual on the surface once they got to know each other, there was no determination within her eyes to appear meek and subservient. ​

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"I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting just yet, Lord. I am Chairman Elane of the SIBC." She offered an introduction as that was the most polite thing to do when getting to know someone.​

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[Kastor Durnan]

Location: Jutrand, Roof Shadows Nearby
Objective II

"Shouldn't we be doin' somethin' here?" Skel whispered.

He sat, leaning against the parapet of a building not far from the home of the Emperor's brother. In his lap was a blaster rifle, safety off, ready for use. The Gotal always was interested in fighting more than anything.

"We can't always be blowing things up or shooting things," Kastor said as he crouched nearby, his eyes zooming in on the people on the balcony. "Some targets are just too difficult to reach."

"Yeah, yeah. Yer, always sayin' that."

"I say it, because I don't want you or anyone else dead."

Any attack they made against the Sith was always carefully calculated to have the best chance at minimizing any casualties on their side. He'd already lost his entire squad when they were left behind on Dorvalla, so he wasn't inclined to lose people again. Besides, the more people he lost, the less effective they were at hitting the Sith where it hurt. Hitting this gathering would have been really nice, but they didn't have the ordinance to do it, or the manpower. Not on Jutrand. Maybe elsewhere, but not here.

"The most important weapon we have is information. Without good information, we can't hit them where it hurts. Our job isn't to hurt anyone today, it's to see who is meeting with who, see if we can pick up any audio, and take that back to plan our next move. So just keep those horns down and watch our back. Got it?"

"Yeah. I got it."

He might be grumpy, but at least he could count on Skel to keep them safe.

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ATTIRE: Raggedy Clothes | WEAPONS: Rifle, Pistol, Vibroknife | OTHER: Aegis Dermal Layering, VeilSight, Neural Cloak

TAGS: Open​

 

[Lirka Ka]

OBJECTIVE 1

High society was an odd place for Lirka, admittedly. Something about power suits and blades not being in place for a land of wine, fine attire, and exuberant wealth. Yet, here she was, with a nice coat of polish and every intent to enjoy herself. For as the Emperor’s kindred spoke, she learned something for once.

In her many years among the dominion of the Sith - it had never really dawned on Lirka the Sith had actual games in their culture. Rather than just using the term as simple metaphor for cruelty, sadism, and galactic dominion.

But learning it was about lying? Well that just warmed her hearts. Lying was one of Lirka’s favorite things! The talk of grand rewards and prizes tickled her curiosity - it didn’t take much to get the Once-Sephi’s imagination rolling about what sort of trinkets the great Lords and Ladies of the Sith would dole out.

Of course it certainly helped that two of her “favorite” people were in attendance. Serina Calis whom she kept a passing fascination with, much in the same way one watched a speeder crash. And Trayze Tesar whom she viewed with great ire - but that wouldn’t stop her. Ire took many forms in the Once Sephi.

As she did, so many times before, the Kiffar drew her in like a moth to a flame. Rolling the stone eye in her fingers, Lirka waited to see how these festivities would go as her boots clanked against the floors. Before the true games started, she’d at least have her own fun with her most favorite Sith alive.

“You know, it wasn’t particularly polite to stab a woman, dear Captain. It’s rather unbecoming of high society, wouldn’t you say?”

Amusement oozed out of every word. Even if she lost this game and her grand rewards, she’d have her fun regardless.

 

[Drazen Lutris]

Objective | Tainted Love
Tag | Lirka Ka // Trayze Tesar // Sable Varro // Serina Calis

As more grabbed the eye, and more were given their mission, Drazen could almost feel the excitement in the air. For him, at least, this was going to be a very fun night. He, of course, knew everyone's goals - but that was the point wasn't it? He could see who was good at manipulation, and who wasn't. This would be the clearest way to find himself new allies, or at least who to look out for.

But they didn't know he knew. And for that, he would play dumb.

The crowds murmured among themselves for a moment, and Drazen took the center;

"More will be trickling in soon, I imagine. For now, we have a mystery! One of you has been declared murderer. The assassin of our would be Sith-Princess...", he paused, looking around for someone to point to, but eventually shrugged and pointed towards the whole hog cooked on the table, already pieces of its ham hock cut away.

"Sith-Princess Porkstein!"

"Whoever finds out who the killer is, gets an additional, to be announced boon.", he said with a sultry, enticing tone.

"Now, it is clear we need to form some investigative council. Is there anyone who would like to volunteer?", he said, motioning to the crowd around him with the eye.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Obj 1: Tainted Love //:
//: Drazen Lutris //:
//: Lirka Ka //: Trayze Tesar //: Sable Varro //:
//: Attire //:

Yawning, Allyson wandered out of the elevator, her eyes trying to adjust to the crimson explosion that surprised her. That was one thing she doubted she'd ever get used to in the Empire. Opulence and order, those at the top demanded it, and everyone else played their part, ensuring the illusion of perfection remained intact. Yet, beneath the grandeur and false loyalties, she could feel the starved hunter claw at the city's depths, desperate to sink its teeth into the throats of the privileged.

Still, nothing was done, and the Corellian wondered if she would have to sacrifice more to be a necessary savior. It was an easy role for her to fill. Like a well-trained pet, she had already left too many pieces of herself at the feet of her Alliance masters, yearning for their approval. Still, the noose around her neck tightened, suffocating her till she broke. The past was irritating, and she was trying to learn to ignore it.

There was nothing more she could do about it, and it was something she needed to learn to break away from. Flicking her wrist, she tore off the leather patch over her eye, freeing the cybernetic eye as it spun to life. She was here to work, and it was easier to focus on that instead of the tattered remnants of what was left of her.

She had arrived alone. She might have asked her companion ( Madelyn Lowe ) to accompany her, but she figured the woman was busy. Her new appointment had brought more across her desk, which meant she gave Allyson more to do off-world. The Corellian pushed the woman from her mind. If the shadow thought of her more, she wouldn't be able to resist the short trip to the more bureaucratic district of the city planet.

As the rest of the guests came into view, the cybernetic eye hummed to life, analyzing their faces and giving the brunette the information she needed about them. Some were unknown to her, while others, like the prolific Drazen Lutris, filled the woman's mind with information. He was the brother of the Emperor, one that always had an air of mystery to him. His wealth seemed quick, and the shadow found it curious. Mentally, she put a pin in her suspicions and focused more on what he was saying.

Listening and reading between the lines of his speech captured the Corellian's full attention. She hadn't heard of this Crimson Gambit, nor did any information from her files pull it up. There was something more to it, and she could feel a sudden chill in the back of her neck. There was a bad feeling about the sweet and joyous nature that he delivered. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced carefully at the faces in the vicinity.

Once more, she saw the childish face of the woman from the Tsis'Kaar meeting. ( Serina Calis ) Instantly, Allyson felt like crumbling to the floor. This girl has constantly been in the same areas she had - what was her game? Fingers pinched the bridge of her nose as her eyes closed, trying not to groan too publicly. There was more than the game the Emperor's brother gave them. Allyson would attempt to avoid Serina for the time being. Still, she felt the wheels in the girl's mind would be needed for whatever this game meant.

Allyson pushed through the crowd gently as they made their way to pick up these eyes Drazn had mentioned. Allyson turned over the object, examining it, letting the cybernetic eye make any deduction of the craft. Before she could dig any deeper, Drazen seemingly had perfect timing and interrupted the murmuring crowd again. Looking at him, she watched his posture and grand gestures garner the crowd's attention. After meeting the Dead God and now his brother, Allyson wondered if, at one point, the Emperor had been like his brother.

Curious things about families: They were either similar or different. Her chest tightened as tiny filaments of memories lingered in the back of her mind, thinking back to her traitorous father. Her lips curled into a sly grin as a small laugh stifled under pursed lips. She was more like him than she liked.

Drazen's voice cut through her thoughts. His question pushed the game forward, and Allyson raised her hand instead of fading into the background. "I'll do it." She stepped through the crowd and met the Arkanian's devilish gaze. Her eyes challenged him, wondering if he could be trusted like his brother or if he was one of the ones the Dead God had warned her of.

Allyson smirked as she shrugged, her voice laced with casual defiance, "Can't let our dear Princess Porkstein die in vain and without justice."

 

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE I: TAINTED LOVE

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CURRENT MISSION - Kraken-esque Shenanigans
Immediate Goals -
1: Play the game of "Crimson Gambit"
1.1: Don't die (mandatory)
1.2: Earn the Boon (optional)
2: Endear yourself to Quinn Varanin & Zachariah Conway 's... Uncle? Cousin? Male relative. (Optional)
3: Uncover the murderer of "Princess Porkenstein" and attain an additional Boon (Optional)

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) Drazen Lutris || Lirka Ka || Serina Calis || Allyson Locke || OPEN FREQUENCY

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It wasn't the intoxicating scent of the woman known to him as "Ms. Velvet" that first turned his head, though he shouldn't be surprised someone such as her would be here. Senses would be needed to be triple sharpened, minds quadruple-guarded, every tool in his arsenal to be-

“You know, it wasn’t particularly polite to stab a woman, dear Captain. It’s rather unbecoming of high society, wouldn’t you say?”

Double-bugger and triple-kark. Of course she'd be here as well...

Once was an anomaly, twice was an amusement, three times...? Well, if he didn't know any better, Trayze would have thought that he'd gotten a brand new irritant with two hearts, uncanny visage, and comically long and limber-limbed gait.

"Some may argue that catfishing someone, challenging them to a gladiatorial battle, then rescinding violence to lock lips with him in front of hundreds - if not thousands, is equally unbecoming..." the Kiffar's tone was even, a sprinkling of dry sarcasm, though not as despondent as his mock-disappointment showed. The game had already begun, the Once-Sephi making no indication of hiding the communication orb bestowed to all guests at the beginning of this soirée - though in her and Trayze's case, it was merely the rekindling of a newly minted rivalry. As if to accentuate the point of their ideological divergence, the Kiffar paused, tapped his chin with his index finger, and hummed. "Although... with so many mixed messages you've sent me... maybe you are more "civilized" than what was given credit to you...?"

A backhanded compliment with an underpinning of a challenge - but before the two could continue, their host had declared the dread first objective to be shown. Trayze's heart could have audibly sunk when Drazen spoke of an assassin laying a Sith-Princess low, his mind's eye recalling how... light... how lukewarm Quinn had been in his arms, before hitched breath gave away to a barely heard groan and a roll of his eyes. Tonight's meal had given up the ghost, and it was up to the guests to figure out whodunnit.

His unseen eyes regarded the two presences, one covert, and their host, calculating what best to do. Should he volunteer, or remain in the shadows? If the latter, how would he go over to the "corpse" of the being? Touching a corpse to discern their time of death was... emotionally disjointed for the Kiffar and his psychometry, and as such, he may enjoy the more vegetarian options for this evening. But then another figure approached.

Human, in attire almost as rugged as he would normally wear, with a cyborg eye, and the undercurrent of the Force. She strode forward, eyes defiant, tone casual, and all around dangerous. Overtness would sometimes be as dangerous as unseen foes, take the Kainite slaver scum next to Trayze, but he quietly thanked her - now, he would come on as a bumbling assistant.

"Care to solve a murder?" was all Lirka would be allowed to hear before he exited the throng, deliberately less graceful. "If it pleases Yer Lordship." he allowed his more "country" accent to bubble up. "If it pleases His Lordship, Ah would much like ta' assist in bringin' closure to... er... her Late Highness's tragic and too soon demise." A bit of play, that was all it was, but sometimes fantasy can reveal far more than dry facts. For the Force bristled and bustled in the background, leaping around, pushing, pulling, testing - both the young woman in front of the Kiffar and those he kept in his peripheral.

"If the nice lady 'ere wishes ta' know m' credentials, I, uh, am a herdsman - born an' bred! Not the... not th' first corpse Ah been 'round." It was a delicate networking, to ensure that he could gain her trust without upstaging her - to ensure that he looks dopey enough to be plausible, but not enough to be overtly trying to play the fool. One pat, two pats, somewhere between genuinely and careful practice, the Kiffar procured a business card for the "nice lady" with the cybernetic eye to inspect.

Depending on her travels, she may have recognized the name from Besberra - a planet not too far from Jutrand. She may also recognize the surname, and its connection to the first cousin the Dark Councilor and Lord Grand Inquisitor of the Tsis'Kaar managed to scrape from obscurity - though truth was it was the other way around. One name connected to a persistent Acolyte, far older than the atypical aspirant for apprenticeship, and current governor of Besberra.

Tesar. Trayze Tesar.

Like any good plays, there needed to be comic relief, and Trayze would provide at least some.

 

[Darth Umbra]

"Thank you," Umbra said, hearing the iron in her voice as he stepped between the bodyguards, giving them knowing glances. He walked beside the female human, standing next to her and measuring her stature and character. The force enveloped her, tasting her soul, and Umbra's orange eyes burned as he glanced at her, getting to know her. Umbra's gaze turned and stared at the demonstrations, which continued to showcase new developments for the Third Legion.

"No, we have not. I have only recently returned to the Sith, my lady," Umbra said, nodding toward her as she asked her question. "May I call you that? Or would you prefer Chairman? Or some other title. I'm afraid my mannerisms of late have tended to the physical, and my eloquence has somewhat faded."

After waiting for her response, Umbra continued.

"I was otherwise preoccupied within the Unkown Regions." Umbra grabbed a drink from a serving droid as it passed him, idly twirling the liquid in the glass as he talked.

"Do tell, though. What mysteries is the SIBC weaving amongst us tonight? Am I in for a show?" Umbra said with a smile.

Elane II of Kuat

 

[Elane II of Kuat]

Objective: Stand Around...Menacingly
Tags: Darth Umbra

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Chairman Elane stood with her arms by her side, surveying the gathering before her with her one good eye before returning her attention to Darth Umbra , noticing the way his orange eyes flickered with curiosity, a stark contrast to her own steely demeanor. ​

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"Lord Umbra," she replied, her voice calm and measured. "You may call me Chairman, as it is a title that reflects my current responsibilities. Familiarity does not suit the gravity of our roles, don't you agree?" She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. It was not disdain she felt for the informalities of her peers, but rather a profound understanding of the gravity of their positions.​

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As he spoke of his time in the Unknown Regions, she couldn't help but appreciate the breadth of his experiences. Yet, she felt little inclination to share the intricacies of the SIBC's operations. The organization thrived on discretion, and too many words could unravel the careful threads of their plans.​

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"The SIBC does not weave mysteries for entertainment," she replied, her tone neutral yet firm. "We are methodical in our pursuits, driven by objectives that extend far beyond mere spectacle and ones that align with the views of our Emperor and his Sith Empire."​

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Elane allowed a moment of silence to linger, gauging his reaction. ​

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"However, if you wish for insights into our operations, I suggest you observe closely. The wheels of commerce are forever changing, and that is indeed why you have come to me. To gain insight but also connections. So speak plainly" She turned her gaze back to the demonstrations, the flicker of ambition igniting in her chest. ​

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[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Obj II

Tag | Darth Meritum

"My thanks."

She says in response to the permission given, waiting for all to pay attention before she started.

"I am sure as you all know, our war efforts have been going rather smoothly. Our newest Sith seem to be proving themselves quite wonderfully and or might seems.. Unstoppable."

Adeline sets down a little tablet, letting it project an image of the galactic map for everyone present.

"There is one thing we must take into account though, despite our victories this is only the start."

As she gestures to the map, multiple theoreticals of what land could be conquered appear. Each seeming to end up with the same issue as the other... There was either a dangerous spearhead to the core, or their resources are spread thinner as the Frontline grows longer.

"What we need is a force that can easily be anywhere at anytime, something with a self sufficiency to cover ground or serve as a handy tool to aid shock troops."

With a snap of a finger the map slides all the way down and over to Yalara. No doubt a world that many here never even heard of, tucked away far from major activity hubs. Yet those that did know a thing or two, knew whatever had been going on there these last years had resulted in the place being now a hub of undeath.

"I have spent these past years teaching my wonderful occultists within my academy on Yalara. And I firmly believe that my tomb world and their ease of rapid deployment would help serve this order, it is a force that requires little supply, and can grow even mid battle."

She goes on.

"Most importantly, I have sets of cults all within the underworld. Several even grow within the under levels of Coruscant itself, and these occultists of mine help spread and grow these cults. With what I offer we could see battles where our enemy is attacked both by a replenishing force, and on the inside.








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