Swamp Things (OS Dominion of Obredaan)

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective 1: Swiggity swooty, comin' fo' dat booty
Location: Heading west to the siege
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | One Sith
Enemies: Jin'ha | Swamp Predators | Jin'ha sympathizers
4/20

Mullarus met Sage's gaze, getting goosebumps. If glares could kill, the young man would have been dead twice now. To think Mullarus was used to being struck and broken by people like his grandfather and Pyrrhus, now he started to wonder how bad it would be if Lord Bane were to be the one bringing punishment onto him.

Well, pain certainly is a good motivator...

"Ah- Yes, of course! If you don't mind she does the same for me. I'm always willing to learn from anyone." Mullarus always felt he was lucky to have a master that was well-known within the ranks of the Sith. Pyrrhus' reputation was something he could feed upon to gain one of his one.

That was when he heard the harsh words from Bane's other friend, [member="Sayl Bane"]. The disgust she had for the Sith drove Mullarus up the wall.

Unnecessary death? Killing of innocents? Oh, this schutta...like the Jedi, assumes all Sith are the bloody same. We're all mindless brutes with a lust for blood. That's all. Of course. Like the Jedi, I bet she's just as stubborn and close-minded, too. Will refuse to listen to reason, too, i'm sure. Claim our code is wrong, yet follow a flawed one themselves...Ugh!

The girl's disgust for them was now mutual. Like Pyrrus taught him, he would savor the hatred for the battle to come. More Jin'ha would perish for the words she had spoken.

If they fought back, of course. Mullarus was not like the brutes ignorant jedi like her knew. Until she would take the time to see the Sith that did not follow the Butcher's path, she would remain a victim of the Jedi Code and their pacifistic hypocrisy.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Mullarus turned to Kinsey, "C'mon." was all he said before beginning his hike to the scene of the battle to come. In his wake, he left his hatred for ignorance.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Tres.
Enemies: All y’all

What he needed to find was a target. This world, this swamp world, was disgusting. Full of pestilence. It was perfect. Even the main export of the world could kill you through inhalation. That was the beauty of this place. It was designed to kill the stupid, the weak. And if you weren’t mining cortosis in the proper protection, well, you’d have to put up with the results of inhaling the fine grains of the fragile mineral. Brittle, it would fragment and spread into the air. Coming through, one needed to understand their quarry.

And for Lucas, that was everyone.

The one thing the world did lack was enough people to murder, Holy Day worship services, those were his favorite hunting grounds. Grounds where he would use the Force to perfect the skills he was developing in the telekinesis department. So much could be done if you only took the moment to fuel your abilities properly and to think.

Not something the One Sith were known for.

But it seemed his plans to murder other Acolytes was going to be cut short. He could feel her. What was she doing here? This was not her world.

To say that sensing Trin was making him angry was an understatement. The hybrid-creation let the Force fill with his hatred as he started through the swamps to the mines. He’d find equipment there, and he’d break what he could. Bring the mine down on everyone inside.

That would make him feel better, for a moment.

 

[Komo]

Objective 2: Construct a new Sith Academy
Location: Swampy McSwamp land
Allies: [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Sage Bane"]
[1/20]

Darth Noxia had come to Obredaan with but one thing in mind. To build stuff. A new Military academy, to be more precise. The officer-turned Sith knight was always looking for an opportunity to expand the One Sith's reach and cause, and what better way than to do so by erecting an impressive looking structure on the useless swampy terrain of the planet?

This wouldn't just be your standard run-of-the-mill academy. It would be of a more specialised nature, intending of teaching and instructing its soldiers on fighting more effectively in a humid, marshy environments. This wouldn't just be a building on its own. It was to be situated within a group of other One Sith buildings planned to be up in the same vicinity, most notably [member="Darth Mythos"]'s Sith Temple and Colosseum. The latter would probably provide some much needed entertainment for the masses.

A Fury-class corvette would swoop down from the sky as it made its way to a same landing spot not too far away from the location where the academy would be. Following the Fury was dozens of freighters who carried the scores of workers and construction vehicles that would be instrumental both in making the fetid quagmire, solid and ready for construction by filling it up with both anti-corrosive agents and soil, before filling it over with a layer of duracrete.

Noxia was dressed in her armour, providing her with a refuge from the planet's uncomfortable environment. She would begin to walk around the area, eyes facing skyward as she awaited the rest of the construction crew to arrive.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: 2. The Temple And the Colosseum
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"]
Location: Acid Lake
Enemies: The creatures of the Fog
3/20
Not a few hours into construction and already there had been 6 incidents of Swamp Wampas Mythos has had to personally take care of, He had lost about 18 workers to this Acid Swamp, and that was not counting the cones swallowed by the Lake itself. "Gentlemen the sooner we fix this place up the Sooner we can go home and get our Pay" Mythos was not getting paid of course, but the men heard the clamour of money and credits and they spurred like a well trained battalion on the Durasteel Turbo lift which was, to their credit complete and functional.
Suddenly Mythos noticed a karkton of materials being dropped with a countless fleet of cargo freighters near the Area. Another Military base? Semmed fitting. He was not distracted by it however. This massive undertaking was going to take all of his concentration and More.

Eyes on Kida and Groom and eyes of the construction. Animus was already seeing the pipe fitters for the turbolift and men were coming out of the Lake with nods of approval. This was Good. It was a sign of serious progress. Animus scouted the perimeter of the Swamp in search for anything unusual and he did find it. Swamp Wampa Pack. About 6 of them.

Before they got a chance to engage the worker party they were stalking Animus was on them like a Tornado of Blue Fury. His lightsaber blue hum made short work of the first wampa's arm but many swarmed him. Juyo was a Style he loved because of it's massive array of flurries able to keep large amounts of enemies at bay. One leg, gone, then a head. Soon 4 wampas remained one with an Amputated arm as they decided this prey was not worth hunting. Animus was not going to let them escape to regroup and attack later.

Animus jumped on the back of a Wampa With a Force Jump and sliced his skull open in a vertical slice of his somersault before landing, then, bending his knees a Juyo swipe and slice brought two more wampas to size. He did not notice one of the beasts got a hit on him in the back that was only protected by his Sith Assassin Armor. Never missing a Step Animus engaged force Augmentation on his legs and leaped on top a top tree branch before leaping again to the wampa who had managed to run away. Coming down on him both hands on his lightsaber crashing down on it's back he split the beast in two.

"Scout Team to My position southwest of the lake ships port. 24 yards then two clicks left"
Animus' short range com was linked to the main base to be relayed all over the place.
No sooner had the words left his com than the scouts were there. They had received already a summons from workers who saw the flurry and the scout soldiers were there in a flash.

"Have them taken to the ship and they fur flayed, i want a trophy, get me a coat"

"Yes Sir"
the Men replied in unison

The beasts were slowly dragged off... What good was being a Knight if you couldn't claim some Exotic furs?

​

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Way back in some Mines.
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Probably Sith. Those guys are jerks <3

Chiasa and Draco had heard rumors that the Sith were going to be moving on Obredaan soon. So since Chiasa was opportunistic and quite liked flipping off the Sith when given the chance, it was possible she was still vexed about the bounty and the table, they'd decided to go in and snag some cortosis before that happened. Apparently their information had gotten the timing a little off however, since rather than being long gone, they were deep underground crating and moving onto a repulsor lift pallets a sizeable amount of cortosis ore. Maybe they'd gotten a little greedy too, since this wasn't their first load.

It was stupidly easy though. It didn't even require fighting or much use of the force. Activate armours camouflage, walk in past the Jinha, pack everything up, walk out when the coast was clear. They could have cut down the Jinha and just wholey taken over, but why bother? Besides, it appealed to Chiasa to leave behind whoever would want to fight the Sith. Let the Sith kill them instead, or perhaps be killed by them. Either outcome worked for her.

Short version;

Chiasa and Draco were deep within the mines with a fethload of cortosis, because Chiasa didn't feel like reading three pages worth of threads, but was willing to kick some peoples teeth in.

"Rather feels like we are about to have company Viyi'ee."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mines
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
Enemies: I guess Sith of some sorts

Having used camouflage to get where we were going we made it there without much issue apparently and now with the hard work out of the way, I sat propped up against the cave wall with my feet up on a rock, lounging, waiting for Chiasa to decide it was time to take more ore back to the surface or whether she was done for this little journey. I wasn't entirely sure what all she wanted, but i wasn't entirely bothered. The natives were weak and offered no real resistance to our presence, and even if they did, their droids would have been more of a challenge than they would have been.

Even still, I could sense the change in the atmosphere. There were Sith on the planet, powerful and corrupted by the dark side, twisted and manipulated by some unknown Sith Lord. Fanatics of any hokey religion are all the same.

"Yeah, I sense them, but they probably aren't gonna take notice of my presence. They might notice you a little." I said, yawning from behind the visor of my helmet. It could go other way. My own presence was dark, and I was not exuding any strong emotions at the moment, but she was true neutral. "Eh, not a big deal. Even if they do notice us we will be alright." I said, shrugging a little.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Cuatro
Enemies: Everyone.

He could be on this planet and monologue until the banthas (as holy as they were) came home. Or he could do something. Lucas could sense the death around here, he could sense the useless, the weak, and the pathetic. Mediocrity should be punishable by death. That was what the Company told him. He was made to cleanse the galaxy from those whose only trophies were labeled ‘Participant.’ The ones that were holding the galaxy back from greatness.

These were the beings whose existence was a waste. Their parents thought they could make a child that would have a better life than they would. Those parents should have opted for a dog.

This was the real world. You were born and you didn’t gain anything that your parents didn’t. You were stuck in the class you were born into. Even pretenders, they may be wearing false titles such as Darth, or Lord of Thorns, but they were nothing more than a slave. They would always be a slave, because that is what defines them. It was what they were, it was what they always would be.

Lucas, Lucas was a weapon. He was created, crafted, perfected. Born to bring the galaxy into a greater understanding of fear. Was he a weapon against the Sith? Not exactly. He was a weapon to be perfected by the Sith, but it didn’t mean he was going to allow for the incompetent. The Sith were handing out titles such as “Darth” and “Lord.”

He was going to fix that. He was outside the mines. There were Sith, and others inside the mine. The hybrid sat outside the mine. He was not going in there. He was going to shut it. He was going to trap it, and kill all inside. He was closing his eyes, pulling himself into the Force, falling into her eternal fire. The weapon that was only designed for the purest of pure, the true Sith. And he was reaching back out, igniting the fires, fueling it with his hate, his anger, his desire to cleanse this galaxy. He was starting to reach out to the support structures, working his way from this gate, into the mines. Looking for the pillars, looking for the walls that held the mines open.

Did Lucas know the people he was shutting in? No.

Did he care? No.

But he must continue. He was going to start knocking the walls, the support structures, start removing the pieces that were the keystones, that were the centers that kept the structure. It was telekinesis, mixed with the excited particle movement of heat and combustion. He was going to burn, melt and shatter the supports, starting with the door, moving in.

He could see it in his mind’s eye.

The collapse.

And the sweet turmoil that would follow.

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: 1, Survive
Location: Cortosis Mines
Allies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Enemies: Maybe [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
3/20

Trin heard a disconcerting rumble not too far from where she stood. Then, she felt the ground quaking underneath her boots. It was him. Her brother. He was going to tear the place apart. How very Lucas of him. Of course, it didn't matter that his own sister would be buried under mounds of debris, her bones and the Maker knew what else broken and mangled. Her dark brown eyes narrowed, pupils turning black with rage. How dare he do this to his only family? Well, the only family she was aware of anyway. Force knew how many others were made in the laboratory that spawned the two of them. There could be thousands of them out there for all Trin knew.

The Anzat hybrid's precognition kicked in just in time to help her vault out of the way of a pile of falling rocks that crumbled down from above. Her Dark Sided telepathy snaked out into the mine, seeking out her brother like a homing missile. Amid the wails of trapped Jin'ha and Sith soldiers, Trin continued along with obsessive persistance.

She was the last person he wanted to see; she was painfully aware of this fact. But Trin would be damned if she died here in these blasted mines without seeing his face one last time.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: 1 Cortosis mining
Location: Landing Zone
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Trin Gravois"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Trin Gravois"]
[2/10]

Vengeance sighed his eyes closed as he waited for the ten minute warning. Oddly enough as it crossed his mind the intercom chirped.

"My Lord we are ten minutes out."

He chuckled standing hitting the button.

"Thank you."

Vengeance set out to do last minute checks of his equipment instructing the others to do the same. Last thing he needed was for his mask to fail when he needed it most. He didn't know for sure but a lung full or Cortosis dust did not sound like a particularly pleasant experience to go through. When he finished with his own equipment he started to help the miners check theirs.

It seemed the older he got and the more he did the more he seemed to see the wisdom in ensuring the safety of people most SIth viewed as inconsequential. He thoughts were interrupted by the ship starting to descend. Vengeance addressed the crew.

"Ok ladies and gentleman here is the deal." "Once we touch down I am going to take a small survey team to make sure it is safe to work in. Once the all clear is given the rest of you can do what you do best." "Any questions?"

When none were presented he nodded turning towards the door.

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: 1 (Defend Jin'ha Mines)
Location: Obredaan, Mining Tunnels
Allies: Jin'ha
Enemies: Sith, Cyborg Jin'ha
Post Count: 3/20

Just as Vynn realized what a nerf-brained, reckless plan this was, the turbolift began to fall.

Metal screeched as rock shifted, the repulsorlift rails that comprised the elevator shaft warping beyond repair. Durasteel ground against durasteel, tearing chunks free of the turbolift car in showers of sparks. Vynn crouched, dropping the blaster and scanner to cover his face and head, as the entire top half of the carriage was sheared off by collapsing rock. The mangled lower half was picking up speed, hurdling down toward shattered oblivion on the lowest levels of the tunnel and taking its unwilling passenger along for the ride.

Sliding down to lie prone on the floor, Vynn fumbled with the emergency panel, fingers slick with cold sweat. Finally he grabbed for his blaster and blew a doubled hole through the side, then tore the still-hot metal away. Story after story of tunnels flew past him and he struggled with the wires, and soon he had no idea how impossibly deep into the mine he must be, only that he would be nothing more than a red stain if he didn't hurry. How much time he had left was impossible to say; in the back of his mind, he was surprised he wasn't splattered already.

Finally he pushed the last button and turned the last lever, and the emergency underside repulsorlift kicked in with a jolt that shook his bones and rattled his teeth. The turbolift began to slow in its frantic descent... and smashed into the bottom level seconds later.

Vynn soon found that he hurt far too much to be dead. Gently easing himself into a sitting position, he checked his injuries. Astoundingly enough, nothing seemed to be broken, though he was one giant bruise and could feel blood on the back of his scalp. He was lucky to be alive; if he'd engaged the repulsorlift even a second later, he would probably have broken every bone in his body on impact. Given the amount of pain he was in, though, he didn't feel terribly lucky. Reaching gingerly into his jacket, he pulled his mask aside and popped a nullicaine pill.

Relief gradually flooded his limbs, and he managed to force himself to his feet. Lighting a glow rod in one hand, readying his blaster in the other, he stepped away from the broken turbolift and into the tunnels. The beeping of his life form scanner, now dangling from his belt, echoed eerily down the cold passageways. He wasn't alone down there in the dark, and he had a sinking feeling that the other life forms weren't Jin'ha survivors. And the Force only knew if and where he could find a way out...

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: 1
Location: Inside the Mines
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Nox"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Chiasa Vereen"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Posts: 3/20

Suddenly, Darth Azurea heard a large explosion, and the ground shook underneath her feet. She stumbled slightly as rocks and debris began to rain down on the group, until Darth Vizios put up a Force Barrier which allowed for more of a safe passage down the tunnel.

She heard a loud crash and turned towards the noise. Darth Vizios was critically injured from a boulder.

“I'm not going to leave you here,” she said. She may be Sith now, but Azurea wasn’t a psychopath. Unlike her Master, Darth Pyrrhus, she didn’t subscribe to the philosophy that the weak should be culled from the galaxy. In her eyes, the weak should not rule, but genocide of an entire species wasn’t really on her Sith bucket list. The brunette Sith Knight knew that dark magic could heal his broken bone. She had it performed on her by her old Jedi Master, Khaleel Malvern and while the pain was nearly unbearable, the healing was quick and exact. But she was no expert at that either.

Being a former Jedi, Azurea was normally quite prepared for danger, so she knelt in front of Darth Vizios and drew out a small med pack from a pocket in her envirosuit.

“There’s not anything in here to make a splint with but there are some painkillers at least,” she said, pulling out a small pill bottle. She eyed his break and added, “There’s a stim shot also in case you are in danger of going into shock.”

Even though the dust had settled, Azurea felt that there was still noise coming from the surrounding tunnels. Sounded like crashing and almost like more explosions. Perhaps they had blindly walked into a trap.

 

[Belgerath]

Objective:1
Location: Inside the Mines
Allies:OS, [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Nox"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Enemies:[member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
3/20

Belgerath recovered quickly after the initial shock, running down the tunnel to safety as Vizios made a barrier and kept the rocks from crushing them, keeping to the side of the tunnel. As he heard the scream a moment later he quickly turned around, seeing the Sith Knight with a very crushed leg, wincing mentally at the sight. That had to hurt. A lot.

As the two spoke he listened in, but kept an eye out around the area, using his natural force sight to see things coming from a longer way off and through the walls. Though he didn't see anything, not that was close enough to engage them yet, so he decided to not interrupt the little moment that was currently occurring, standing a bit further down the mine tunnel and looking around for anyone coming up, staff saber in hand.

He found both of the attitudes of both Vizios's and Azurea to be diffrent then what he was used to from most sith, a refreshing change really. The entire idea about strong living and weak dying was nice and all, but at a certain point it was just stupidity. Not that he ever voiced such personal thoughts mind.

"Gonna wanna hurry it up back there." Belgerath commented as he looked around, getting the feeling things were going to be starting fast when they ran into people. And he saw the shambling natives getting closer, closer and closer. And he didn't like it. The cave he could deal with, but the unnatural cries he heard put him on edge.

Though he wasn't afraid, he was worried more so about whatever in these caves cause the natives to sound like this, and walk about like he saw them doing. He had heard them a bit and seen them walk on the way here. This wasn't natural. And that was never good.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: 2 Building Shipyards
Location: Orbit
Allies: OS
Enemies: Everyone Else
2/10

Thanith made his way towards the conference room smoothing out his uniform. The good thing about freighters is they were small enough to make it a quick trip. Once he stepped inside Thanith snapped to attention and saluted.

"Sir, Flt Sgt Gumara."

Once he was acknowledged Thanith walked up looking at the plans for the station. He noted a few details that seemed to be missing or largely out of place.

"Sir looking at this design station defenses are going to be an issue." "The firing arcs are wrong." "Not only to they leave out considerable angles of attack." "This arc here should extend 15 more degrees." "This one over her another 12 degrees."

He looked over the plans one more time spotting something else but decided it was more of an personal preference than anything else so he left it alone.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[1/20]​

Objective: Be a difficult learner!
Location: Swamps!
Allies: [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]

Another time, another world, another conquest. Today it was Obredaan. Who were to say which world would fall next. No one was truly safe. This was the age of the Sith. The galaxy was theirs. Such was the Togruta’s arrogance and blind faith in the One Sith that he no longer considered it a matter of “if”, only “when”. The Dark Side rises.

Obredaan was still different. This time the Sith Knight did not arrive at the head of an army of battle-hardened Nautolan warriors. This time he arrived alone, and in fact, this time, he was not even a Sith Knight. He was a Sith Lord. Some might say the Force had singled him out, seen his potential, and guided him on the path of success. More than that, he had grasped his fate with his rusty red fists, and ripped it from the hands of Destiny herself. He was the master now. A lord of ruin, leaving in his wake an ashen road of futures destroyed.

Black boots draped with mud carried him across the swamp lands. It was not a landscape unfamiliar to him, and it reminded him of the many swamps of Glee Anselm. For this occasion he was clad in the imposing Vonduun Skerr Kyrric. The crab armour covered the Togruta in its dark shells, adapting to his physical composition. It was an intimate relationship with the living beings that latched onto his skin. They sustained one another. The tight proximity of their connection made it a gnawing itch impossible to ignore, though it was a sensation he welcomed. He found that it kept his senses sharp and his mind alert. It had been too long since he had felt its touch. The last time had been Ziost, when they had cast out the Silver Jedi from the ancient Sith Citadel. He had brought home a mighty prize from the frozen rock as well. Another world, another conquest. Now the Sith Lord, emerging like a horned devil, wandered through the swamps in search of his next test.

His purple eyes shimmered with purpose. Not even the swamp's faint scent of rot and neglect could slow his steps as he closed in on the Hand of the Dark Lord and her location, coordinates to which had been sent to him on his descent to the planet. Vrag. He still remembered the first time he had seen her, and the way she had made him feel. The Padawans of Iridonia had screamed that day, as the Hand had struck them down with a ruthless efficiency. He had witnessed her aggressive and purposeful Makashi then, and had been in love with the form ever since. Iridonia, it had been his second planet to visit, after Coruscant, since leaving his birth world. Then he had been but a neophyte, a beast of the Dark Side. Now he stood before her once more, refined and cultivated by the very thing that had once driven him to blind madness. No longer the apprentice, he was a Lord.

He took his promotion and the position that followed with it very seriously. Lord was but a word that held no more weight than the way in which it was carried. There were Lords he had not an ounce of respect for. Today, his worth would be determined and the weight of his newfound title measured. Innocent as the spar might appear on the outside, the stakes were life and death. Vrag had agreed to this meeting, and with it accepted her role. The Hand had not been difficult to ask, she lusted for battle. Darth Pyrrhus was determined to provide her with an entertaining challenge.

“Vrag. Hand.”

He gave his greeting as his form emerged into the clearing from behind two thick tree trunks. The anticipation he felt within him was too great for him to formulate any more elaborate greetings than those two words, but they were enough. His rich voice was accompanied by a court nod that left no room to question that his respect was genuine. If anything, he tried to quell his body language to contain his admiration for her, lest she get a psychological upper hand from the very start.

“I am ready. Shall we begin?”

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[3/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Mines
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Nox"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Chiasa Vereen"] [member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Durza the Zealous"]

Suddenly, as the small group stood there, Ajihad heard a rumbling sound from the ceiling above. He leapt further into the tunnel, and looked back to see his master, Darth Vizios, about to get crushed by the collapse. As everyone ran inside, the man stood there, his arms held up as if he were holding an invisible burden. The rocks came raining down, but using the force, he seemed to be holding it all up. Ajihad watched in awe as his Aspect held up the avalanche, allowing everyone else to get to safety. Suddenly, a wayward boulder fell through, hitting Xander in the leg. Ajihad heard a loud snap, and the man screamed. He fell to the ground, his leg entirely broken.

Ajihad was the first to arrive at his master's side, immediately observing the damage. The break seemed to go all the way through his leg, but the assassin couldn't be sure. He was about to perform emergency first aid, when Vizios dealt him different instructions. He stood up straight, and sighed. As much as he wanted to stay and help Xander, his orders were given. He gave his master a professional nod, but then realized Darth Azurea had no intention of leaving his side. The Demon's Fist turned to her, with a cold look upon his face. "We both have our instructions. I suggest you follow yours. Come, let us depart."

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Objective: My own
Location: Setting down in the PF01F (palustrine forested wetland)
Allies: Buoyancy
Enemies: Gravity
Post: 1/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94o01Ew5hqE​

Surface tension, a lackadaisical approach. The slayer ship, in it's infinite wisdom, felt the grasp of the inundated body of wetland before lifting upwards and rotating. Through the Yammosk, Maalik silenced the beast with a stoic gaze and outward assessment. As he lifted the robe on and over the tattered flesh and skin, he opened the hatch. A jump, a plummet, the controlled weight and acrobatics of his kind, and the surge of water that followed.

Regret, like anything, came upon the realization of a mistake. And that mistake was the weight of the robe now as he unclasped it, floating away as a piece of driftwood in the stagnating water. Scum of the water, ten thousands species of bryophytes and sphagnum, formed impenetrable mats that encircled his blue body. The light, pushing through the broad leaved canopy, hinted at the metamorphoses of his body as he moved. The rippling silence in his wake, the jump of a beast from the swollen bark of the flooded swamps - these were the things heralding his arrival, as the slayer ship sat in wait above the water.

The quest was a simple one, one he could likely complete on his own. He had known the taste of isolation, that mineral copper sensation. Hailing from a bastion of mediocrity, he could understand the leaning. But where his mind drifted now was far beyond his own natural inclination towards failure: he would find a swamp wampa and deliver it to the legion or he would die trying. And for the moment, given the circumstances, he couldn't decide which outcome he preferred.

Each step was an arduous effort, his hands pushing outward to pull him upon the fluid as the water rose from waist to chest and back down again. The mud, more peat than soil, reinforced his position with every step and counteracted it in the next - a wrong step on a bundle of sticks, one might fall through. The amphistaff, once coiled around the waist, shimmied up the blue inked body to find breath above water and stable sitting position on moving shouldesr. As he lost footing, he began swimming across the open water, the loss of trees indicating the change in zonation - not even hardwoods could stand to exist in such a place. Perfect.

 

[Komo]

Objective 2: Construct a new Sith Academy
Location: Swampy McSwamp land
Allies: [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Sage Bane"]
[2/20]

The fleet of freighters began to arrive, unloading their cargo of men and metal. Both highly essential to the construction that would take place amidst the swamps this day. Scores of workers, engineers and architects and vehicles would join the already growing mass of labourers in the area. The first order of the day was to solidify the ground, filling in the fetid, waterlogged quagmires into something way more suitable for construction of any kind.

The construction walkers would begin to dump soil mixed with anti-corrosive agents into the acidic swamps, filling them up gradually, one nasty pool at a time. Once that was done, and the ground was stable enough to be constructed on, the rest of the construction work would begin, starting with the foundation work.

Beams of durasteel would go up as the framework of the academy was established, supervised by the ever-watching eyes of the engineers and architects. Darth Noxia would be there as well. Her job was to ensure that everything went smoothly, and that every piece found its place. There could be no room for error on her watch. Greta had big plans for this place. The One Sith war machine was always moving forward, conquering planets regardless of its environment.

There were plenty of planets that had marshes and swamplands, and this academy would be the first step in furthering the military expertise of its military forces. After all, while the Sith were the main powers within the empire, the military forces was something the One Sith could not do without.

Both were essential to the growth and success of the empire and could not do without one another. Working in tandem was what made the One Sith so great, supporting each other as they pushed forward.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Acid Lake
Objective: Build Sith Temple/Colosseum/stuff
Allies: OS [member="Kida Ravos"]
Enemies: Don't make me got up from here. >.>
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Kida seemed fine for now, which was good. Groom was having a blast, the Tuk'ata seemed immune to the Acidic properties of the lake and dashed around its surface. All was Missing was grill with seemed meat of Wampa he just killed, he would not let that go to waste, besides, he would have some men eat it first and see if they died. While the massive foot station was being set up with smoked meats Animus continued to survey the immediate construction. He decided to have a massive Stabilizer because the Lake had trench below it that lead to thousands of feet below, so making the temple at the very bottom, was impossible, it had no bottom. "Great... bugs"
A swarm of Giant Wasp like creatures attacked the position. He was sure they had a Name but Mythos did not know anything about Swamp ecolife, that seminar he missed in the briefing would have com in handy because the things had stingers like small swords.

Mythos reached out with his hand and blaster them with a powerful blast of Force Lightning that charred an entire swarm of them and the other massive swarm circled around him as his Lightsaber ignited. The Blade of Mythos swing around in a 360 defensive Juyo pattern. It was not meant to be a defense but like a wall to catch Any But who came close. Effectively they did. Mythos sliced them up in a flurry of Juyo movements that to the untrained eye looked like many lightsabers and Many Mythos. He lay in a heap of Green Blood and Insect parts as the few who remained buzzed away.

Infuriated because his clothes were now soaked in insect blood and bits and pieces of Wasp parts. The Temple Insides were now complete, and the base of it landed it in perfect alignment to make the foundation Solid. Now the teams would begin to enter the Temple and enforce the padding... Mythos was not going to be there for that part... He knew for a fact that there was bound to be leaks that turned into immediate repair.
This would be a painstaking job where the most minimal failure could cause a massive drawback.
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[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: Cortosis - leave one sexy master behind (temporarily)
Location: Swampy-swamps - nearing mine entrance
Allies: @Mullarus [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] (indirectly gossiping about you)
Enemies: None yet but going for that booty of @Lucas Gravois and @Durza the Zealous

"M-u-l-l-a-r-u-s," she sounded it out and beamed. "Right. Got it." Was she embarrassed? Kriff no. Guys usually let her call them whatever she wanted. Duh. She gave [member="Sage Bane"] one last longing look over her shoulder then bounded ahead. Dirt never scared a Starchaser. Neither did mud.

"So, did you say you studied with someone named Darth PyPy?" The name thing again. "I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours...," blue-eyes that matched an ocean and not a swamp darted around them as they trudged ahead through the muck. Most of the soldiers that Sage had left to protect her were doing all the dirty work.

That didn't mean she could get lackadaisical, though.

She saw the mine entrance up ahead. Dust spewed into the air. It looked like there was a lot of activity going on inside and not the good kind.

[member="Mullarus"] (cause these tags dinnae like me)

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F21aifX0lZY
Enemies: Everyone

Lucas hated this place. He hated existence. The reason he was brought into this world was to be the perfect life form. The perfect synthetic. And that was what he was going to do. He wasn’t sure, nor did he rightly care in that moment, how much of him was just a result of designer breeding, and how much of his existence was genetically created organs and pieces. Right now? He wanted to kill everyone.

He wanted to feel the existence become snuffed out from everyone on this forsaken world. Proving him to be the ultimate Sith. Yes, he was an acolyte. No, he wasn’t all powerful.

Yet.

The hybrid would get there, he would learn how to fine tune and simplify his telekinesis. How to break the source code of existence, and destabilize matter. Trin was there. She could die. HTat would be good. He wouldn’t have to worry about her tailing along around after him. He could be free to prove to the galaxy he was going to lead the Sith into the proper format, and then he could chase down his history.

And prove to those people that you do not feth with someone’s life.

The Force continued to rattle out from him, he continued to shake and quake the support structures.

The walls, as they say, were crumblin’ down.