Swamp Things (OS Dominion of Obredaan)

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: 1 (Escape the Mines)
Location: Obredaan, Mine Control Center
Allies: None
Enemies: Sith, [member="Durza the Zealous"]
Post Count: 5/20

Vynn had never seen anything quite like the robed figure before. It looked... old, even decrepit, and the parts that didn't look like aged flesh were cold metal. It'd had to literally detach itself from the terminal, which it had plugged its implants into like fingers plunged into a nerf pie. The smuggler couldn't decide if it was more corpse or more droid. Either way, it unnerved him, especially those mismatched, unblinking eyes. It was still possible that this thing was a Sith, but Vynn didn't see a lightsaber and hadn't been fried by Force lightning, so he was guessing it wasn't.

As he scanned the cavern, alert for the robed figure's backup, Vynn's question about the fate of the Jin'ha was unpleasantly answered.

For the second time that day he fought to keep his stomach down as he took in the field of mangled, twitching corpses leaking black fluid onto the cavern floor. It was a good thing he had time only for a glance before returning his attention to the figure before him, making sure whoever it was didn't have a chance to get under his guard. He thought about asking what the hell had been done to the aliens, but immediately decided he didn't want to know. The robed figure spouted some gibberish about ignorance and evolution, but Vynn was more concerned with the telltale play of green light around its body.

An energy shield. He wondered if a blaster shot would even hurt it. If not, it was really bad to be this close.

"Yeah, whatever, creepy. My rudimentary flesh wants out of this mine." Behind his breath mask, Vynn coughed, swallowing the rest of his smartass retort. His eyes were watering, too, and the red light on his hazard sensor was blinking more and more insistently. Were the fumes somehow getting worse? "Whatever you're doing," he said, raising the barrel of his blaster to head level, "stop. I need your terminal for two seconds to find the nearest kriffing exit, and then I'll fumble right out of your way so you can go back to playing with dead people." He gestured toward the wall with the blaster, hoping the strange being would comply.

If not, he had a feeling he was in for a hell of a time.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective 1: Woman troubles
Location: Entrance to the Mine Shaft
Allies: Kinsey Starchaserhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8867-kinsey-starchaser/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8867-kinsey-starchaser/ | One Sith
Enemies: Jin'ha | Swamp Predators | Jin'ha sympathizers
6/20

Kinsey's mouth opened and began spewing out words that hit Mullarus' ears as nothing more than, "I take offense to that!" He sighed, turning around to face her, the tip of his sword resting in the dirt by his boots. "Er, right. A..Starchaser, if i'm supposed to know what that entitles you to. Here's how i'm looking at it." Mullarus talked with his hands as he spoke, "You and I go and start fighting people. You get nicked by a lightsaber and almost lose your arm, I don't. You return to Sage. Sage not only posts a bounty on me to bring me before him if I do not come willingly so that he can torture me for letting harm come to you when I said I would not, he tells my Master I failed to perform my mission to his bidding. My master is now angry with me and also takes a bite out of me."

At this point, Mullarus has briefly removed his own rebreather and the scarf covering his mouth so his point could be made more dramatically.

"Now, let's look at the other hand. We go fight. I take most of the force and almost lose my arm, but in doing so protected you from losing yours. You go back to your master unscathed and I, scarred. Sage is happy. You're happy. Pyrrhus is happy. Whether I am or not is irrelevant, because losing my arm would be more merciful than what any angry Sith Lord would do to me.

"So you see, 'Miss Starchaser', I really am concerned for your safety more than mine, at this point. So please, stay close to me. We can work together, and I do not doubt your skill. Hell, Sage Bane is your master. I'm sure you're talented. I would just rather not get on Bane's bad side."

Mullarus took a deep breath and exhaled, "Finally...if you would like to exchange abilities and skills we have learned from our masters, let us do so after we come out of this. Okay?"

While the young man means no offense, he would hope the young woman would take his words as more selfless than arrogant so that she would not do something stupid and get Mullarus maimed by a few Sith Lords. He was really getting tired of that...

 

[Mythos]

Location: Now inside The Temple of Power.
Allies: OS [member="Kida Ravos"]
Enemies: Those who impede Construction.
Objective: Continue Construction.
6/20
The insides were becoming fleshed out and happily for Mythos insulated from the Acid Lake. Green outcropping made everything seem out of Balance with the Crystalline and Chromium floor input but the Stone Placing of the Temple made that part stand out at least. The Temple had an Underwater Entry, if something were to survive that entry through Acidic Water it was to Enter the Stone hatch where the holopad would grant it access inside and the Stone door would slip open. That entrance was done in the Base core, as it lead to a second decompressed Oxygenated hallway protected by automated blasters which was then met by a 8 feet thick durasteel hatch door. Mythos paced around the workings of the Colosseum, who was already underway. He also nodded as the Men with the Organic Trees and Vegetation he ordered Specifically, and the Life support Ecosystems to vary by the different plants.

He quickly went through some corridors and tested the airlift that lead to the upside of the Swampland. Nodding in approval he made his way back into the Construction camp. This Truly was a work of art as well as a work of Dedication. The Temple of Stone, The Arboretum of Nature and the Colosseum of Crystal and Transparisteel. He nodded as the workers bowed their head in approval of their leaders switch recovery of his "Bug Infestation" and although incidents kept happening, as the very place was alive with the Dark Side their will was Iron and the Work Continued, these were not just workers, they were countrymen. Sith. Every last one, the work flowed undaunted and unhinged as the corpses of Swamp beasts piled and even some captured. Rancor attacked left flank, Battalion subdued in massive charge of Magna spears by some Elite Troops of [member="Darth Timoris"] and stuffed it in a Durasteel cage and so same was happening with many other creatures. Wampas. Swamps Wasps. Jumpers.

Mythos was now confronted by a Beast known only to him in Legend and Tale... Swamp Beast​

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Control Panels, Deep within the Mines.
Allies: No man
Enemies: [member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Belgerath"]
Objective 1
6/20

" You wish to escape? Your time is limited, infidel. Even now the Mines are begging to fall apart." He said examing the [member="Vynn Tranikor"] the man before him. The mans body language suggested a slight curiosity in the Jin'ha bodies that the Cyborg was experimenting with. " Their ascendancy is almost complete, Soon the will rise a new being, Obedient to Denoch....and his Prophets." He commented. " The affliction of Technology." He muttered to himself.

The afflicted Jin'ha were changing this could not be denied. On a Microscopic level the cause could be found, a Techno Virus of sorts. Everything was strange including the Cyborg himself. " Do you feel it?" As Durza spoke his shoulders adjusted slightly causing his cloak to fall to the floor revealing the Necropsi's many Cybernetic enhancements. Suddenly reaching up to grab the Blaster pistol that [member="Vynn Tranikor"] held at head level, But this grab was not to disarm but rather to test the smugglar in front of him. The Cyborg knew he would be protected by his energy shield and it made him slightly unpredictable.

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: 1 (Escape the Mines)
Location: Obredaan, Mine Control Center
Allies: None
Enemies: Sith, [member="Durza the Zealous"]
Post Count: 6/20

"Your time is limited," the cyborg told him in its haunting, hollow voice, and Vynn believed it. He could still feel the upper levels shaking, collapsing; there was no telling if the entire structure would collapse, right down to the bottom levels, at any moment. Or perhaps only the top levels would collapse, leaving him to die a slow death of suffocation and cortosis ore poisoning. Neither was an attractive prospect. Yet somehow the man-machine creature didn't seem worried or in haste. Again the smuggler wondered what the frakk he was dealing with.

The creature launched into some convoluted religious mumbo-jumbo about the impending 'ascendancy' of the dead Jin'ha, and Vynn tried hard not to think about it. "Right, then," he said, and blanched as the image of the corpses behind him entered his mind again. "I think I'll stay un-ascended, thanks." He had all the droid parts he wanted, which was exactly zero. He also suspected that he would prefer being alive to being a corpse-puppet. Not that corpse puppets probably complained; it was just the principle of the thing.

"Do you feel it?" The thing asked, and Vynn wondered which it meant: the sense of impending doom from the thousands of tons of rock above, the choking sensation of oncoming cortosis poisoning, or the creepy feeling that death itself was being somehow violated. And then it moved, the scrap cloak falling to the ground to reveal a body more machine than man. A hand shot out to grab his blaster, and Vynn didn't hesitate; he had always had quick reflexes. The Peacebreaker fired a doubled shot into the cyborg's head and neck at point-blank.

He was not going to end up like the Jin'ha, frakk it.

But the smuggler had seen the energy shield, and wasn't expecting much. So his free hand had pulled out his SDE Outlaw shotgun, loaded with buckshot, at stomach height. At this range, the impact of so many individual pellets at slightly different locations might be enough to overload an energy shield; at least, Vynn hoped so. If not, the kinetic energy might at least put the cyborg on its cold metal butt while he put some distance between them. Or it might do nothing at all if the shield was advanced enough, in which case he was probably kriffed.

There was little time for doubt; it was now or never. He pulled the shotgun's trigger.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=3/20]​

Melori was bored with pontificating – and waiting for her Apprentice.

So she dug out the transcript her elder sister gave her back on Korriban. So she sat on the ship her sister gifted her and read the Sith teachings her sister gave her and still stubbornly refused to accept she’d ever been helped by her.

Force Rage – she read, for it was all in Sith. Also known as Dark Rage, Force Enrage, or Force Fury. Irrelevant, but she couldn’t tell what was the important stuff until she translated it.

She read and re-read it. Essebtially she had to tap into her innermost fears, pain and hate, and convert them into an intense rage. Darth Hauntruss had taught her something similar and she’d practiced something along the same lines with Darth Raven. She remembered feeling as weak as a kitten after that lesson.

So she practiced…gently at first (if that wasn’t an oxymoron) and learned to connect to the Dark-side. To give herself an instantaneous physical and mental boost. And she sensed the side-effects. A feeling of depression, physiological harm, and the endless void of the Dark-side.

But she was a Sith…so she dealt with it.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1, 4
Galactic grid: K-6
Location: Planetside
Allies: The one sith, [member="Darth Mythos"], [member="Kida Ravos"], [member="Mullarus"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Kinsey Starchaser"], [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
Unknown: [member="Vynn Tranikor"]
5/20

The things slowly raised up and began attacking, some with mechanical limbs others with mining lasers and blaster pistols. The men fought valiantly but T'zanith could see that their morale was lowering by the second as to them they were literally fighting the dead themselves. Slashing left and right, Darth Erebos kept a good area around himself free of any jin'ha trying to grip his robes and pull him down to them. As he saw he was loosing men he suddenly turned his lightsaber off and brought his hands together. "GET DOWN!" He yelled and as soon as he let it out every single one of his men got down, just in time as T'zanith let out a force repulse fulled by force lightning in every direction.
It fried the Jin'ha around them and gave his men the required morale boost to begin making barricades for the next attacks that might happen, after making sure every single Jin'ha was dead of course. The repulse sent a small quake through the shaft they were in and the look of worry on the foreman's face made T'zanith tell them to work as fast as possible to get what they needed and then get out while he looked down the shaft that lead deeper into the mine. From there he felt the center of the unease he had felt when he came to the mine in the first place but there was something different about it now, it seemed to be... smug?
The sudden sound of a shotgun blast emanating through the mine-shaft caught his attention and without any support from troopers he jumped over a newly constructed barricade and bounded down the tunnel towards the disturbance.
Every so often he clicked his tongue as he sent a force echo ahead of him to saturate the area in the force to make his vision as clear as possible as he ran down the shaft. Whatever was at the end would die, it was too much of a threat to be left alive and rise another day, much too much if the Jin'ha were any indication.
He hadn't even left the thought as suddenly a few more Jin'ha rose up and came scratching and clawing towards him. "Help ussss." The cried but were only cut down as soon as they came into striking range of T'zanith. He would have no mercy for beings already dead in his eyes. Before he entered the chamber were he felt the presence emanate the strongest from, he turned off his lightsaber and placed it behind the small of his back. With an out reached hand he moved a blaster rifle from one of the scouts sent into the mine. 'He made it far..' T'zanith thought as he took the weapon in hand and adjusted it. Taking his ropes off and placing them around himself to make himself look like a captain of the sith army, he entered the chamber.
His stance and mimicry of the soldiers perfect as he aimed his blaster rifle at [member="Vynn Tranikor"] first then at [member="Durza the Zealous"], were it stayed fixed upon. "What the force are you?" He said almost to himself as he saw the creature, a blank in the force if he hadn't used a force echo to be able to see it. "Are you what made those things?.... If so call them off now!" He first asked then commanded his rifle steady and aiming at the creatures head.

 

[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: 4/20

Darth Azurea turned to [member="Lord Ajihad"] and then back to Darth Vizios as they exchanged words.

She finally said, “Yes, I understand. I’m no use to anyone standing here.” But as the former King said, he was also no use to their group if he were to be attacked as he lay vulnerable.

She suppressed a smile at his comment about her hitting his shoulder. She had once wounded him by accident with a Bolt of Hatred. But I suppose that type of pain is not too easily forgotten, thought Azurea. Still, she wasn’t sure what he meant about forming a perimeter. Did he mean with their bodies or…?

“Everyone off the track now!” she shouted, warning anyone further down the tunnel path that she was about to rip the mining railway off of its anchor.

Her hand stretched out in front of her, and she funneled all of her concentration to the dirt ground on which they stood. Using Telekinesis, she yanked up the mine tracks, and the railway undulated like a whip before Azurea began to slowly dismantle it, pulling bolts out and then restacking the tracks to form a literal durasteel perimeter around Darth Vizios.

The brunette Sith Knight was now on the other side. Using telepathy, she implanted a thought into his mind: “I’m going on ahead to investigate the noise. But call me back if you are in danger.”

The steel beams of the railway, now encircling him like a wide fence, would hopefully keep him protected enough for whatever he needed to do to free himself.

 

[Zaria]

Objective: Find Master First​

Location: Walking In Circles​

Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]​

Enemies: TBD​

1/20​

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She stood in the middle of nowhere shaking the little device in her hands hoping to unlock it's secrets or get the bloody thing working. For the second time she had arrived fashionably late for the conquest. Her Master's hair was going to turn grey quicker than expected if she had to keep waiting on her Apprentice. The little technological monster that refused to work a second ago bleeped twice and flashed once.​

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"Finally you little cuss," Zaria said to it knowing how foolish she would look to someone if they saw her speaking outloud to an inanimate object. "Master? Master? I'm here." Zaria spun around looking at where she was. "But exactly where here is I'm not sure." Zaria stomped her foot when the little device showed signs of blacking out on her again.​

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"Master? Master? I think my communication thingy is broke." Zaria raised the small circular headache over her head with every intent to toss it as far as she could. She was already lost. How much more lost could she be?​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

2/20
Objective: 4. Assassinate the Jin’ha Mining Commissioner.
Location: In a house.
Enemies: TBA
Allies: Pretty Sithies.

What a Karking day, the Mining Commissioner, Jord Han, was coming home late after what had been a catastrophic day for all of Obredaan’s mining exploits. He had first now been let off to get some sleep, after working a double shift. Mines had collapsed, Sith were everywhere, throwing about themselves with their hoodoo space-magic. He had enough! In the cover of darkness, Commissioner Jord Han would sneak onto a shuttle with his absolutely-not-a-slave, and a suitcase of spice and credits. He was getting out of this slimy hole. However first, he needed a small nap. Yes, a nap would feel good. Arriving at his home, he jumped out of his speeder and rushed into his reasonably lavish home. His position and the high cost of their ore had put him in a position of wealth. However, with the Sith incursion, there would be no more profit on that fine, but toxic material. His war-profiteering days were over.

Jord Han kicked off his boots and set on some music. He took a detour by the kitchen to slap together some food and pulled a container of Arkanian Sweet Milk from the refridgerator. No doubt his honey would like a drink to perk herself up. Jord Han bounced up the stairs like an excited schoolboy. His enormous belly flopping up and down while his hands tried to hold on to his serving. Oh he could just not wait to settle down on some fine planet still untouched by the Sith. Perhaps Naboo? He wanted as far away from the war as possible; that much was sure.

“Oh Honey? Are you awake?”

Jord Han slipped into the bedroom with what he no doubt thought was a very subtle move and stopped for a second to see his not-a-slave sleeping. He could also see why she was asleep and let out an annoyed sigh. She would not be awake for another few hours. Therefore, Jord Han put his plate on the nightstand and opened the container of sweet milk. He put the container to his lips and took a hearty chug. Just as the chug came to its peak, he felt a sudden, searing sensation. Something tore through him from the mattress and erupted through his skull. What was it? Why could he not move? Was he dead? No, death meant he could not think anymore, right? A red hue filled the room, glowing out from under the bed and right above his head. Sweet Milk poured down the front of his face as he stared into nothingness with a dumbfounded expression. The Darkness enveloped his vision like a fog.

He could not move
Everything felt like fire.
Was this the Netherworld?

...Sithspit.​

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

{1/20}
Objective: 1, Mine
Location: The Darkness, Below the Earth
Nearby: NPC Squad

It was eerily quiet in the long, winding tunnel. What little noise penetrated the air only added to the discomfort. The harsh hum of distant lights, the whir of far off machines, and the occasional sound of scurrying rodents. Every minute or so there would be a great shudder, followed by stalactites falling from the ceiling. Then once more the near-silence would return, creeping in, bringing with it a sense of dread.

Having no proper source of light made things worse for the Imperial squad. While their helmets let them see in the dark, the lack of features, of color, unnerved them. If it wasn't for the one they followed... well, they might have turned back earlier. Their objective wasn't to be an easy one, nor a safe one, in the slightest. Adding in the 'scare factor' of their environment only made things worse. In their minds their mission was meant for a group more experienced than they.

Perhaps they were just cowards.

Your goal is simple, the commander had said, explore the new mine by Agoros. Kill or capture the workers, survey the cortosis veins, grab some samples, then get the hell back here. Simple enough. The woman they followed had completed far worse assignments in her time. Sure, she had eventually died on one, but she had proven to be just as useful in death as she had been in life.

Which was just why she was at the front. Drapeam Nyx had offered to assist the squad in return for a favor. After all, she was a Sith, and Sith rarely did things for free. She would scout the area, silently kill the guards, then lead them forth. Then they would send some cortosis to seemingly random coordinates. None of the soldiers bothered themselves with wondering what the woman intended to do with the minerals.

They were just glad that she was on their side.

 

[Komo]

Objective 2: Fight Local Wildlife, Protect Construction site
Location: Swampy McSwamp land
Allies: [member="Darth Mythos"] | OS
[3/20]

The structural framework of the academy was up and ready, its pointed spires piercing into the greenish skies and the workers regardless of station continued to work and labour away at the building. The construction was going smoothly, and everything was going according to plan. Well, almost everything. Darth Noxia had heard about the commotions earlier on nearby where Darth Mythos was building his precious Sith Temple and Coliseum. She had heard that they had incursions of Wampas on the temple's construction site, but he had swiftly handled the incidents. The commotion with the falling durasteel beams was also another incident that he had handled relatively well.

It seems like Noxia had wildlife problems of her now as well. The K'lor'slugs had come to visit. Three of them had appeared on the edge of the academy's construction site, scaring away most of the workers in the area after it had devoured some of their co-workers without discrimination. These despicable eyeless sithspit were not going to get in the way of the construction. She'll be damned if she allow these overgrown worms to delay the project.

Igniting her saber, Darth Noxia would race towards the disgusting creatures, their serpentine bodies, clicking away as their maw turned towards their new focus of attention. Using telekinesis as a precursor, rocks were into the maw of the first, before she followed up with a wide swing, sending the decapitated body of the screeching creature rolling onto the already fetid ground with a dull thud.

Force lightning erupted from her hands as the tendrils shot towards the second monster, sending the oversized worm monster into bouts of spasms. Wasting no time at all, Noxia leapt forward with an overhand swing in the style of the Falling Avalanche, separating the ugly creature in several slices like a butcher at work. The third K'lor'slugs seemed to have gotten into a frenzy by the death of its two other uglies and rushed forward with its serpentine body, and Darth Noxia dispatched it in a manner no different from the first two. Power and hatred glowed off her in an aura, as she willed whatever attackers to come next.

The academy was going up whether the local wildlife wanted it or not.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=4/20]

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Objective: Hmmm…
Location: Still on her ship
Allies: Patience and [member="Zaria"]
Enemies: Time

A crew member ran to Melori with an intercom. It mostly shared static and Melori looked at the messenger. A finger went into her collar as the young officer clearly wondered if the adage of shooting those who bore bad news was true.

Melori shook her head and before anyone could speak, words emerged from the small device in her hand.

"Finally you little cuss. Master? Master? I'm here. But exactly where here is I'm not sure. Master? Master? I think my communication thingy is broke."

Melori tried to contact her Acolyte mentally but they were too far apart and their relationship too new for it to work.

So Melori pressed the send button and spoke into the receiver. “The invasion is almost at an end. But don’t let that hamper your training. Do something that will impress me and let me know when you’ve done it.”

Melori was getting weary. You could only do back to back dominions for so long before growing tired. But for as long as the One Sith found planets to acquire…she’d be here. That was simply her way.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Facing down a Swamp Beast
Objective: Kill the Beast, get back to work.
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] OS
Enemies: This thing right in front of him
7/20
The battle was in knee deep swamp land and the Beast had Mythos on his heels and fast, Whipping out tendrils of vines and roots it entangled him and brought him down to the point it was trying to drown him in the Swamp water. Mytho's lightsaber Ignited over the water and cut the vines that had his ankle entangled and bringing him down however it was little help as the beast was on him again attempting to drown him in the Waters. Animus was quicker this time and sliced the roots as they intertwined his arms and waist and force jumped to get above the beast, height was the only method of attack Mythos had figured out as every time he sliced away at the Monster's Naturalistic and Organic body it just seemed to regrow the Fauna Animus Sliced off. So the battle went for Hours and hours neither getting a definitive edge and Mythos being the More intelligent of the Two slowly began plotting a strategy to kill the thing.

He sensed the Darkside of the Force within the Creature so he knew Blasting it with Force Lighting was a ridiculous idea and it would never work however... everytime he sliced off a part of the beast he saw a fleshy interior that seemed to be the COre of the Monstrosities body. Pullig deep inside of himself he used Force Augmentation on his limbs as he got in close and let the beast pull him in and reveal it's maw before blasting his body with Force Augmentation in such a way that the Juyo slices seemed more like a child waving a flashlight so quickly you could marley tell what the hell was going on. A Satisfied grin showed on Mythos as for the First time the cries of Agony from the beast was heard at it tried to back away but Animus stayed in the center core mass of the beast Hacking and Thrusting at it's core again and again until the beast laid unmoving in the swamp floor.

Mythos Held up his Lightsaber over his head, placed his boot on the oozing slime like creatures whose tendrils stopped moving and let out a long and powerful victorious roar. He had slain the beast... a beast that fought like hell itself to kill Mythos and for Hours they stood on Equal footing until slowly the higher human intellect of Mythos was what got him the victory over the monster. He was soaked in mud and sweating profusely, panting in heavy gasps for air as the battle had been an Epic and long drawn out one.

"Lord Mythos the Temple and Colosseum are almost Complete. Do you Copy?"

It rang on his communicator that he had left hanging on a tree before engaging the beast... he did not wish for backup or to be bothered while he handled the monstrosity himself. It was Trooper Vasal Bornduk, already the Trooper had fought alongside Mythos in the battle of Taloraan and became his commanding officer of troopers at hand by Mythos' own orders he was promoted wiping away protests from more experinced and proficient officers.. Mythos was already becoming a natural in the art of 'Pulling rank' "Be right there Vasal, hope you didn't have too much fun"

Vasal was more than just Amused by Mythos, they had shared a friendship and confidence that went beyond General and Commander, Mythos and him shared tales of the Conquest of Ladies, the killing of enemies, the buildings of Ships and Structures and of course. The Killing of Rebel and Republic Scum. "Would never dare Sir, Would never dare" Vasal smiled as he ordered the men to finish up the last details, the Temple was almost finished, the Colosseum was fleshed out and all that remained were a few details and Weapons to be stocked, and the Arboreum was 100% done, luckily few incidents plagued the Building of the new construction, and best of all... as Mythos wished it, the Temple and structure was fully submersed in the Acid Lake making it incredibly hard to detect.

Mythos walked to the Construction side dragging the Corpse of the Swamp beast behind him and placing a specific call to one [member="Sage Bane"]. "My Lord Bane, The Construction is Finished. If you wish to come and oversee the construction in its finality my men are ready for your arrival." His voice was very educated and formal considering he was sporting various lacerations and more than a couple of bruises, not all of them mild, but mostly... His voice was confident and Arrogant, as usual

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[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Within the Mines at Control Panels
Allies: No man
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Objective: Execute and Terminate.
Equipment:
Verpine energy shield
Denochs Reach
Grav-Boots
Cybernetics <-- Link to Bio, Just look there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64TCstMEb6s​

The man in front of him was very uneasy and he should be, Blaster fire immediately bounced and redircted back around the mans location. It seemed the attempt to grab the weapon did not play out for the best as the smuggler [member="Vynn Tranikor"] pulled out yet another weapon aiming it at Durza's hip area and fired. The whole process of movement was simplified thorugh the Necropsi's Cybernetic sight, broken down into complex mathematical equations that enabled him to react in sync with his enhancements. The kinetic shot from the shotgun could not be avoided so Durza moved his left repulse hand to meet the shot half way. As the hand activated the slugs would scatter, bounce and some even damply content with the cybernetic hand, But luckly Durza's hand was outfitted without synthetic nerves..other wise that would of hurt alot.

Pulling back his right energy-arm and thrust it forward but not as a punch, the stored energy in the arm would let loose a compact repulse of energy similar to a energy baton. Enough to knock a man down and stun them briefly so Durza could look up when he heard.

"What the force are you?"

"Are you what made those things?.... If so call them off now!" the newcomer commanded as he and his squad of sorts aimed blasters at Durza and the smuggler. [member="Darth Erebos"]

The situation had gotten worse for sure. Taking one step back Durza gripped his staff Denochs Reach in the shadowy corner between machine and rock. Apon his touch the Staff activated glew slightly with eerie green color. A odd mask quickly moved over the Cyborgs face taking shape of some type of skull. Sections of the mask glew purple and other green.

" I am beyond you, my un-ascended friend. I cannot stop the process of ascension, Denoch wills it." Glancing over at the dead Jin'ha lying down Durza exhaled. The Corpses of the Jin'ha were all leaned up unlike before their eyes glowing green. Some of the fatal wounds they had were covered with a metallic type of substance. The nano tech had fully integrated with the bodies of the Jin'ha producing a type of Human Replica Droid but know where near as perfect.

Suddenly turning around the Afflicted Jin'ha rose to the feet in a way that was... unnatural, best to leave it at that. " The time of the Magic is coming to a End. Now is the rise of Technology!" he shouted. The Tension was thick but Durza would wait no longer, Now was the time for attack! The Afflicted Jin'ha rushed forward toward to attack after the line was said, giving the Necropsi enough time to step back over to control panel and shut things down, within seconds the Tech consoles in the mine began to flicker on and off. Slamming his fist staff on the console Durza chuckled as machine was crushed.

- Let the foolish fight..- he thought to himself as he checked his verpine energy shield. The Energy cell was at 52% and with the gases no leaking into the mines un-monitored this was not good. Combat would only drain it more and mask breathers would only help him for so long. An escape was needed now.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2 Build stuff!
Location: Swamps near his transport shuttle
Allies: [member="Sayl Bane"]
Enemies: Anyone who wants to play
5/20

With a roll of his eyes, Sage kicked his heels into the flanks of his steed. Off the guarlara sped, galloping after his sister, its clawed hooves splashing through the fetid swamp water. Sage inwardly scoffed at Sayl, with her abhorrence of needless killing. Please. Enough time spent around the Sith and she would soon be singing a different tune. Sage knew that he was going to have to work harder on her than Kinsey, but he was certain his mental powers outmatched his twin's. It wouldn't be long before she was enjoying the sounds of civilians begging and pleading to be spared.

Why so slow, pateesa?

Sage let out a snicker as his guarlara overtook hers, speeding forward like a comet. Unlike Sayl's steed, which was still being broken in, Nightbrother, was an extremely well-trained machine. The animal no longer bucked or bolted, and always stayed calm in battle. Whether navigating the precipices of the Manarai Mountains or kicking up sand through the deserts of Halm, he was an animal that Sage had come to depend on more than humans lately.

At Sage's sharp command, Nightbrother slowed to a canter. The creature finally stopped in a clearing which looked perfect for the Sith Lord's work. Sage dismounted and tethered Nightbrother to a tree. He shot a glance at his sister, and tossed her small box.

"Try and make yourself useful, Little Blue. Those are sarlaac spores. spread them out where the ground is the firmest please."

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: 1
Location: Entrance to the Mines
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Nox"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Trin Gravois"]
4/20

Setzi had understood, good. Her barrier was rather interesting, and showed interesting creativity. This would provide him what he needed to get out of the rocks, and perhaps he would be able to free the entrance as well. A lot of energy would be required. Xander used the pain for fuel, and focused on the mass of rock on his leg. A precise touch, and the rock crumpled to dust with a wave of the force running through it. Pulling the leg free Xander screamed again, the pain was deep.

His focus shifted to the rocks which covered the way they came in. One by one each rock was disolved until Xander no longer had any energy to move. There was one more thing he could do, and that was call for help. His shadow had been sent off, but Azurea was not that far off yet. He called to her through the force.

"I am free, the entrance is open once more. I need you're help to move. You've saved my life today, and I find myself largely indebted to you, a place I would rather not be, but indebted none the less. I will repay one day, you have my word."

 

[Rapax]

Objective: 1
Location: just entered the Mines
Allies: http://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/[member="Darth Azurea"] Nox Belgerath Vengeance @Lord Ajihad Darth Vizios
Enemies: @Durza the Zealous
7/20

Naga kept hacking away at any of the cyborg natives that where sent towards Xander until he was freed, Despite Xanders attitude towards him before Naga still gaurded the way to him. Slashing and ripping apart the natives sometimes useing there own blasters for quick kills, When the fresh air came running in from the entrance finally being opened naga was rather relieved.... He didnt want to stay in this mine for the rest of his days. Atleast hed finally achieve cortosis in the end of all this .... a beneficial reward for there troubles...

 

[Belgerath]

Objective:1
Location: Inside the Mines
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] @Nox @Darth Vizios @Vengance @Darth Azurea
Enemies: [member="Durza the Zealous"]
Post: 5/20

Belgerath would move forward into a position to assist Naga when more came, only using one blade in the confined space, and giving them the help they so craved. Though probably a different kind then they wanted, it was the only kind they were now capable of receiving. Or that he was willing to give, as his red blade descended downwards. The limitations that the cave imposed on him for his form were rather drastic, considering his staff, and after the first engagement, he pulled out the vibro-blade, which allowed for much, much easier and safe attacks.

Belgerath would brave to start going deeper, looking to Naga when they had a moment of respite, moving forward. "Coming with me or staying? As i intend to go deeper." He said, regardless of his response, walking down the path.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: 1
Location: Inside the Mines
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Chiasa Vereen"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Posts: 5/20

Darth Azurea also began attacking the cyborgs who streamed into the tunnel ahead of her. Alongside of Naga Itesak, and using the newly-learned Makashi form, she thundered towards these mechanical creatures, thrusting her saber out and simultaneously deflecting blaster bolts. Then she heard a noise behind her, and she turned back around, wrongly assuming that another contingent of enemies had found Darth Vizios and were making quick work of his injured body.

But the sound she heard was the pulverizing of rocks from Vizios himself as he worked to free his broken leg as well as the rest of them from the mine. Eventually she smelled and breathed in fresh air, which was a welcome relief from the lack of oxygen in these Cortosis reserves. As she followed Acolyte Itesak out of the mine, she heard Vizios's voice in her head, asking for help.

You'll find I'm loyal to a fault, Azurea countered back with Telepathy. But it will probably be my downfall someday, she mused, keeping that particular thought to herself. Azurea ran past Darth Vizios and hurriedly said, "Wait there!" When she came back it was with a small stretcher. With help from the dark shapeshifter Naga, they would be able to lift the former-King and take him to safety.