Taming the Icy Hell (OS Dominion of Vullain)

[Rapax]

Objective: Personal: Meet the empress
Location: Vullain
Allies: The One Sith
Post: [1/20]

Rapax was looking for a world he can call his own...a world he can rule how he wants ...he had ziost but he chose to hand it's keys away to a new warlord...it annoyed him that he did that however...there was a new world he discovered....one that was ripe for the taking...one that was in turmoil ....dealing with a plauge...primitive in technology....dealing with a civil war...it was high time this world was tamed for good...He wanted to the leadership on his side first...however the other members of the sith would no doubt enjoy a little play time here like they always do.

Spoiler: Objectives

Objectives:

A. Assist the imperial forces in quelling the ongoing rebellion.

B. Assist in curing the on going plauge that ravages the population

C. Hunt down and tame/thin out the terron population so that they can not cause any excess damage (Basically aggressive four legged wampas)

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

"Outside, the mercury was falling fast. It was colder than the Devil's heart, raining ice pitchforks as if the Heavens were ready to fall. Everyone was running for shelter like there was no tomorrow." -Max Payne

Location: Gurlanii
Objective: Help quell the rebellion
Allies: My wits and OS support
Enemies: Rebels and Imperials that make trouble
1/20

Gurlanii was cold, no doubt about that. If he had to describe it artistically, he'd say that it was like being poked all over your body with many icicles...and it was cold. He left his hover pad behind for this mission. No need for its engine to freeze up and become forever useless. He walked into the Imperial peace-keeping station and tried to shrug off the cold with the blast of warm air he received as he walked inside. Other than the very nice setting of heat, the rest of the place was "cold". However, Jack was cold to the social cold because he was socially cold to begin with....Yeah, I just did that. Bite me.

He ignored the glares and murmured remarks about an off-worlder not needing to be here and he walked into the large briefing room at the end of the hall. It was already half-occupied and the only person who didn't look at him once was the so-called leader. It was at about this time that Jack noticed the vast majority of people here were women. That's odd...The others offered him a glare just like the other Imperials. It was a pitiful room, really. Just a big white room with three white, crappy tables (forming a straight edged U with a leader-manned pulpit in the middle of the opening) surrounded by grey, metal, crappy 15 credit chairs. He sat down in one, but then moved to the next one so that he didn't annoyingly squeak every time he shifted. Of course, another person decided to choose the chair right next to him instead of the other 5 in the room. To make matters worse, she was twitchy and therefore moved almost constantly.

The proceedings began and he sat through it with a borderline bored expression. This probably upset the others a bit more than usual, but what did Jack care? The proceedings were done and he was given a datapad of known Rebels and local activity. Honestly, this datapad had been the only thing he needed. However, it appeared to assuage their egos to think that Jack was going to be a team player...sigh.

 

[Darren Onyx]

[1/20]
Location: Vullain space, en-route to Gurlanii
Objective: Eliminate the rebellion
Allies: One Sith Support
Enemies: Rebels

Onyx was kneeling, eyes closed, in his small dark room. He was as still as could be, his thoughts calm. He was preparing himself, mentally and physically, for the coming battle. This was his first time he was participating in a major invasion by the One Sith in years. He didn't know what to expect from anyone. He didn't know how the soldiers would look at him. He didn't know how his fellow Lords would look at him. He only knew that the battle would be long and dangerous; just the way he liked it. He could hear a voice come over the ship intercom, they were approaching Guralanii, the capital of Vullain. Vullain was a planet that was, according to most, mostly uninhabitable. It was like Hoth in a way, being covered in ice and snow and always being cold. Onyx hated the cold.

As he opened his eyes he stood up and turned to face the wall where a desk sat pressed against it. Walking over to it he reached beneath the desk to pull up a large box, which he placed on the desk. Opening it he eyed his armor. The red Manalorian armor he had for years was beyond repair at this point. It was covered in blaster holes. Plasma burns covered most of the chest and back. Near the neck and arm region were scars from saber blades. The armor was all he had left to his name, so he kept it. Slowly, piece by piece, he put the armor on over his dark black robes. His robes, which showed through the armor, were also badly damaged; ripped, torn, and tattered.

Before he could close the box he stopped himself. Sitting at the bottom was his old mask, the mask once owned by his ancestor Revan. He gazed into the lifeless eyes it had and slowly picked it up. Looking at it he felt compelled to put it on. After a moment of silence, he put the mask down. "Not this time Revan," he spoke silently to himself. Closing the box he placed it in its place and looked on the desk where another mask sat. It was a clown like mask, white and purple with one half being burned badly. He smirked as he placed the mask over his face. "I got my own legacy now." Also on the desk were his two lightsabers, which he grabbed and placed on his belt, as well as grabbing a small bag of thermal detonators and a small blaster pistol. Turning he started out of the room, "Time for some fun."

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Location: Outside Gurlanii
Objective: Eliminate rebels
Allies: One Sith Support
Enemies: Rebels

Onyx could see the city. He wasn't far, about a mile away. He was with a few squads of One Sith soldiers, who were assigned to follow him. They were hidden inside a small mountain pass, allowing them to gear up without worry of anyone seeing them. As he watched his men prepare themselves, Onyx began pacing in anticipation. His first mission back. He had to make it a big homecoming.

 

[Darth Atrox]

"Prepare Knight Atrox for landing."

"Yessir."

Location: Half a mile from Gurlanii​

Objective: Assist the Imperials in the elimination of the War​

Allies: His squadron​

Enemies: Those who stood in his way.​

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The crunch of snow under heavy boots broke the otherwise frosty silence that hung over Vullain like some sort of drape, the ones that hung in your aunt's living room. The environment was completely bleak - save the glittering lights that dressed the sky with a welcome warmth. Every five hundred meters or so was a towering shard of ice, like a sort of stalagmite towering out in the open.

"I don't like Vullain." Darth Atrox muttered to his small squad, as they prepared the speeder bikes and loaded the weapons. Atrox himself was wearing a thick furskin of wampa, under which was a slightly thicker variation of his usual attire. The Sith Knight would be trying his very best to perform in this Dominion, if so he would be one step closer to becoming a Lord, and would be gaining more respect.

Mala climbed hastily onto his speeder bike, kicking the engine into life, feeling heat rush into his body. Pulling on goggles, he gave a brief hand signal and tore off into the distance; crouched low over the handlebars.

His task was simple, push a few buttons and eradicate the presence of war. That should make it easier for this to go through. Should.

 

[Nyx]

Location: Gurlanii​

Objective: Try to Get Through This Meeting​

Allies: Zhornee Empire, One Sith​

Enemies: Rebels, Boredom​

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The Empress did her best to stifle a yawn as she sat in her throne, watching as her generals and these 'Sith' hashed out their boring strategies. The ruler of Vullain cared little for military strategy, preferring court politics and whatever entertainment she could find around the Imperial Palace. She accepted the Sith offer of assistance in their little uprising because she knew her popularity was waning among her subjects. Not that she was beloved to begin with, but the name of 'Empress Mar'Dikan XIV' held little respect behind closed doors. Normally, she would simply have her detractors executed, but in this case, it was bigger than that.​

This time, she had to play nice with the aliens. For now, at least.​

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So she tried to act like she cared about this meeting, occasionally covering her mouth to hide her yawns of boredom.​

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Location: Seven Kilometers Outside of Gurlanii​

Objective: Try to survive the next few minutes​

Allies: Fellow Imperial Soldiers​

Enemies: Rebels, Imperial Officers​

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Squatting in the trenches, the company of Zhornee soldiers shivered with both cold and terror. The youngest among them was twelve standard years old, the oldest not a day over seventeen. Armed with bolt-action rifles, they waited for the signal from their officers. The officers held submachine guns in their hands, staring at the rebels own trenches a few hundred meters away. They had received their orders, and were simply waiting for the courage to enact them. ​

After a few more minutes of tense silence, accompanied by distant gunfire from other engagements, one officer opened her mouth.​

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"For the Empress!"​

The cry was accompanied by a shrill whistle, and the soldiers began to pour out of the trenches at the enemy. A thirteen year old was the first to go down, a bullet impacting between her eyes, splattering her comrades with her blood. Before her corpse hit the cold snow, a dozen more had joined her in death. There were so many soldiers, the rebels only had to fire their own rifles and submachine guns, knowing they would hit a target among the mass of conscripts.​

The snow was choked with corpses and gore as the charge continued, their rifles hitting the ground. A few took the chance to take aim with their rifles. Those that didn't jam were killed soon after their shot, with even fewer hitting their targets.​

The two dozen remaing soldiers turned and ran back to their lines. The officers had stern faces, knowing their orders. They took aim with their own rapid fire weapons.​

There could be no retreat.​

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"Just another day on the front lines." One muttered as they waited for the next company of conscripts to arrive.​

 

[Rapax]

Objective: Personal: Meet the empress
Location: Vullain
Allies: The One Sith
Post: [2/20]


Rapax landed not far out of the city with a small battalion of soldier's ...this place was torn by war and plauge...something he will have to fix ....first he had buisness with [member="Empress Mar'Dikan"] ...if he wanted to rule this planet he would need her under his wing....he walked through the war torn city the imperials around him take shots at any rebels who try to attack them....resistance was minor....to say the least even then the tech was nothing to be proud of....but he will fix that soon....he made his way up the palace stairs heading to the door.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=1/20]​

The alarm sounded one second after the Force had told her something was wrong. She didn't have to see the output panel of her haz suit to realize they had triggered another trap. "Ambush!" she shouted into her comlink. "Evacuate immediately!"

Behind her, she heard the quick footfalls of troopers. Just ahead, through the thick dust, she saw a small light, flashing more quickly with each second. Backing out rapidly, she hopped out of the tunnel and shouted at the squad of troopers. "Everyone down!"

The blast threw them farther out of the cavern's mouth. They fell to the hard-packed ground as the main force of the explosion, guided by the tunnel, mostly dispersed over them. She waited a few seconds — to gather her breath, she told herself. From somewhere far away, through the ringing in her ears, a voice sounded. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she said slowly, picking herself up and making a futile attempt to dislodge the red dust that seemed to cling to everything. “Any casualt— oh."

Through the settling dust, she made out a trooper laying flat on the cavern floor beneath a boulder released by the explosion. Its wedge shape with marks of machine tooling on its surface showed that it had been deliberately placed there. A backup in case the explosion failed, she thought. I've got to be more careful.

She reached out to the Force and tried to raise the boulder so he could be moved. The rock shuddered slightly and then toppled to the side. She indicated with her hand that the fallen trooper should be moved. She had no time to stop and check he was OK, or not. There was a rebellion to quell.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: C
Location: Vullain
Allies: The One Sith
Post: [1/20]

Hunting terron sounded like fun to Konrad. Fortunately, this provided him with a chance to test his new unit, Die Jager. Die Jager, or as some in the One Sith military called them, the hunters were a unit of 25 elite soldiers who had received personal training from Konrad. They were a grey for the One Sith military as they were not loyal to the military or the One Sith but to Konrad who was a high ranking officer of the aforementioned military.

The unit’s responsibilities usually included leading men under Konrad’s orders or executing sensitive missions on Konrad’s behalf. However today, Die Jager were doing neither. Today Konrad was going to allow them to have some fun and encourage a little friendly competition among the unit.

Upon arrival at the location, Konrad informed Die Jager that their orders were to hunt down some terron with a reward for the soldier who kills the most and severe punishment for the soldier who kills the least. Once he saw his unit was ready, Konrad announced the commencement of this little competition.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Location: Half a mile from Gurlanii
Objective: Assist the Imperials in the elimination of the War
Allies: His squadron
Enemies: The Rebels

Darth Atrox motioned for his squad to stop, and turn off the engines. A few hundred meters to their south was a battle, and it was easy to pick out who was who. Rebels were dropping like stones, and those that remained were spraying their ammo aimlessly at the solid wall of the Tullain Army. The Sith gave a short laugh, and took out his binoculars; focusing on the scene. Now, the Sith Knight could identify children, young children, amongst the rebels, all laid on the floor like a crude carpet of blood and carcasses.

"Captain, approach and provide cover fire for the soldiers. It seems that this may be easier than we first anticipated."
"Right away, Sir."

Atrox utilised his ability of Force Speed to propel himself toward the rebels, his blood beginning to fill with adrenaline. They looked so brave, but this Sith would teach them that bravery was foolish. Standing up to the One Sith is a dire mistake; not that these would be doing it any time soon.

The snap-hiss of a crimson blade pierced the cries and blaster-fire, Darth Atrox's blades slaying the first of his targets. The Zabrak resembled a black and red Catherine wheel, leaping and slashing his way through the sparse ranks. The officials had ceased their fire, watching the Sith with a mixture of fear and confusion. Seconds later, the Zabraki had rejoined his squadron, who had arrived at the scene and explaining the situation to the group.

"Prepare for more, they are approaching."

 

[Darren Onyx]

[2/20]
Location: Half a mile from Gurlanii
Objective: Eliminate Rebel Forces
Allies: One Sith Support
Enemies: The Rebels

Onyx and his squad marched through the cold and snow as they neared the city. As they moved Onyx heard a saber in the distance and knew it must be one of theirs. The rebels weren't exactly a force to be reckoned with. The rebellion, as every rebellion is history was, is an issue or advanced guerrilla warfare. They didn't have the numbers or sheer force the One Sith did, but they had tactics. Good tactics, Onyx believed, could be just as useful as a good army.

After a brief moment he reached the squad of troops, which was about the same size as his own. He examined them before noticing a force-user, a Zabrak. There were plenty of bodies on the ground, all with saber marks slashed about. He immediately knew that this was the troops commander and approached him. "Lord Onyx," he introduced himself. "You must be a Knight, based off the ferocity you have demonstrated here," Onyx said referring to the various bodies on the ground around them.

He didn't care really, if this was a Knight or not. All he cared about was the extra support as they moved closer and eventually deeper into the city. "How were the rebels in a fight?" Onyx asked. If they were blasting everywhere, it could prove useful insight knowing they had inexperienced troops among their ranks.

[member="Darth Atrox"]

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Gurlanii
Objective: Squash the rebel scum
2/20

Everyone had to pair up...even Jack. Apparently, them's the rules. It peeved Jack to have to duo with a complete stranger on a strange world who probably disliked him by default. He got paired up with a cyborg woman by the name of Officer Kaitherlund. She was short...but then again, everyone was short in comparison to Jack. She had been one of the first to receive her datapad while he was the last one in line. As if this ice ball wasn't cold enough, the inhabitants had a nasty way of being even colder to strangers. When he got his datapad, he walked down the hallway.

A door on the right side of the hallway opened and Kaitherlund positioned herself in the doorway so that she was leaning and sizing up Jack. Her face was passive like his, almost bored. She seemed to find his armor silly based on the sharp nasal release of breath that resembled mild derision.

"Hold on," she said. She walked back in and Jack stood in the doorway of the women's locker room. He looked left and he looked right. The locker room was largely empty besides Kaitherlund and the exposed right elbow and shin of a woman who was presumably undressed. He didn't care, though. He wanted nothing to do with lust. It was painful. It was violation. It ended badly. At least, that's all he had ever known. He had found a piece of translucent rubber in a trash can one night as a kid. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, so he had picked it up.

His mind had been flooded by powerful imagery and emotions that he couldn't understand, much less handle. The memory had ended eventually with the most heightened of terror and the long, painfully drawn out feeling of utmost dread and fear as life slowly drained away from his father's sex victim. Nothing he had ever touched had brought that powerful of sexual imagery to his mind. The few objects he had found later on in life were laced with feelings of sexuality, but the object wasn't as sexually centric, so the memories associated with the memory were more familliar. Rage, frustration, fear, anger, desire for revenge, hopes of escape, self loathing and unwanted pleasure were the typical memories associated with his finds, whether it was a wrinkled tie used to restrain a woman's hands or a guest bed. Sometimes, the memories he picked up contained only fear and regret followed by a sudden end.

Kaitherlund was standing next to a stand that held the torso and hat part of her uniform. Otherwise, she was suited up and/or dressed and almost ready to go. As she suited up, her face remained passive and it almost looked like she was having to put up with him even though he hadn't done a single thing wrong. She spoke up and won the "Blunt Social Interaction" award.

"I'm gonna' say this now and once only. This planet's run by women 'cuz men are scarce. That's why they paired me up with you: They don't want you gettin' the chance to bang around before you leave, no matter how desperate girls might be 'round here. You do your job, I keep you alive, you get the hell out of here when we don't need you anymore. Capeesh?" Her face was the physical embodiment of the phrase "It's nothing personal, but this is how it's going to be".

Well, he couldn't call them bantha brains for trying to cover their bases. It was all just a little bit...frustrating? Stupid? UGH! He saw a camera in the corner of the locker room to his right. So, he turned towards it and made sure to emphasize the shrugging of his shoulders so he could get across to those watching that he couldn't care any less because he didn't care at all.

He walked out the door without a word and waited in the lobby.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Gurlanii
Objective: Quell
3/20

He got into the unmarked speeder with Officer Kaitherlund. She was getting the speeder started as he opened the door, stepped inside, and whumped down disrespectfully in the seat. This wasn't an act of defiance. He just didn't care for politeness at the moment and was miffed at the prejudice against him: an acolyte who came all this way to help out. He could guess two things about the way they were treating him. One: he was only an acolyte, so he could be treated as such. Two: he was still a sith and a One Sith member no less, so they trusted enough in his ability to send him where he wanted to go and not impede his progress for said objective.

They gave him a partner to act as a watch dog and whom was seemingly without a sex drive. He was fine if she didn't want to bang, because he was far from interested himself. However, he would have preferred to do without the former watch dog detail. Backup was fine on this unforgivably cold world in a city where rebels could be anywhere. Someone who could potentially turn on Jack for doing something outside of their goals was not fly with Jack guy a large source of annoyance. It was distracting him from his planning. His mind wanted to plan out the future details, like what to do if she impeded him.

It was increasing his level of frustration. He didn't want to hate her or hurt her. She seemed to have gone through plenty of that in her life. He gave a sigh of annoyance and then shut down all thoughts except for those focused on the job. After a short while and some driving around, Jack spoke up.

"You're local. Where do you suggest we start poking around?"

"Why don't you just MAGIC it and find out yourself?"

"...I think you already know the answer to that question. Now answer mine." Geez, this woman could be antagonistic.

"...Well, if I wanted to rally people, I'd go to a place that was a well known local forum."

"I doubt you know anything about rallying people, Ms. Stone Cold Jackson." She became really confused and slightly miffed at his comment.

"Wh-what??...Never mind. I don't care. You'd be surprised, dude." she replied. "Anyway, I can think of two places that would best fit the bill: The Drunken Skeever tavern and the Hob Warehouse."

"Hmmm..." thought Jack. "...Let's check out the tavern, first."

"Fine by me. But, this isn't an alcohol run, got it?"

Jack ignored her and remained silent. Kaitherlund sighed with frustration and stepped on it.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=2/20]​

The trooper bit off a moan then coughed harshly. A thin spray of red leaked through the joints of his cracked helmet. She noted the breastplate of the trooper’s armour had a large depression in it.

She shook her head. With troops, she preferred an enemy that faced her. Alone she could infiltrate, seek them out and destroy them. But they were up against a deadline, and so she simply had to make do.

"My Lord?" came a hushed, insistent voice behind her. "Lord Timoris?"

Melori, finally realising a trooper was talking to her, turned, her long blonde ponytail whipping behind her. "Yes?"

"Dr. Elia has sent out a general alert for you. She wants to see you in her laboratory."

Melori nodded. Gathering her robes around her, she walked out of the cave and to her Interceptor. She stopped just before leaving, looking back one last time as if seeking something she had missed. She saw nothing but errant gusts of sand whipped about by the hot night wind.

She felt the Force flow around her, through her, and she breathed it in. She was at the same moment its servant, its master, and its ally.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Spoiler: OOC NOTE

Until Onyx returns, I'll go on alone

3/20​

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Objective: Convert these troops to the One Sith cause
Location: In a freezer
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Rebels

"Darth Atrox. Sith Knight, your new commander. I am to aide you with the civil war. I have no time for casualties, those who are fit enough to carry on, stay close, but destroy those who are too weak."

Darth Atrox lazily clipped his lightsabers back onto his cloak, eyes scanning the trenched battlefield warily. The Vullain Troops seemed taken aback by his sudden appearance, yet followed his orders without question. Seven of his original squad ran to retrieve the speeders - they would be scouting ahead for more rebels and alerting the Sith instantly via com-link.

Turning his attention to the pile of bodies, the Zabrak closed his eyes, and pushed out a hand. A heat seemed to well up inside him, and each of the bodies scattered across the battlefield combusted, melting the snow around them to reveal hard and brown dirt, each patch a good meter of two down. Silently the Zabrak uttered the Sith Code, feeling the power of an inferno surge through his veins, momentarily turning his eyes a bright yellow. It had taken Kulan two and a half years to perfect the art of Flamusfracta, and he was currently working on being able to form it from his hands, and shoot it; much like lightning.

"Off we go then." drawled Kulan, and began to tread in the direction the soldiers had said the city was, the sound of uniform marching ringing in his ears.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Gurlanii
Objective: Quell
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRQd2QyBvvY&list=PLDDB91587DF81478D&index=71

4/20 (Blaze it)

They pulled up in front of the tavern. He glanced over at Kaitherlund and thought of something just then. He asked her,

"Isn't it going to be odd if you show up in a tavern wearing your uniform?" She rolled her eyes and replied,

"*Pfft!* Sadly, enough officers have, unofficially, been heard of hanging out here and drinking while on duty. Plus, the bar tender doesn't care enough to report and appreciates the service and semblance of order that's gained from it. Every one on the street will assume I'm corrupt if they see me here."

Jack didn't reply for there was no need. To say anything would be unnecessary...at least, that's how he viewed it. Others might see it as the conversation turning awkward. They stepped inside and took a seat at the bar. They swiveled around to face each other so that they could glance at the room and appear like they were just chatting. The bartender ignored them for now while he helped someone else. Their gazes flicked across the room, but nothing seemed out of place. There were very few people at this bar and they were all isolated and silent. Not a single flame of rebellion fire here. This seemed like it was going to be a waste...unless they actually got drinks here. He turned to Kaitherlund and said,

"You know, we won't blend in until we get drinks. Besides, I'm legitimately thirsty." She only scowled at him and retorted with venom in her voice,

"Well, then suck it up, buttercup. We're here to catch Rebels, not get drunk. Or does play time always come before work where you come from?" Jack started breathing sharply before he leaned forward and heatedly said to her in a quiet tone,

"What the frell is wrong with you! No wonder they pair you up to punish people! You're the very definition of a cold shower schutta!" Kaitherlund was angry, now. She leaned forward, grabbed the armor in front of his neck and pulled his ear close, whispering intensely.

"You wanna' know why?! I'll tell you, druk head! I can't have sex! Period! A year ago today, I was gang raped and cut up by an industrial saw right before back up found me! I had wished the trauma gear hadn't saved me and I even tried to commit suicide. But now, I just want to stamp out everyone who crosses the law and you've been crossing me a lot lately. If you don't like me, too bad! You're frelling stuck with me just like I'm stuck with myself..."

As she spoke, tears rolled down Jack's face in earnest and his bottom lip quivered. Her recounting triggered memories of the women in his father's house. The deep, biting violation of both the body and the self-esteem. He had never experienced it first hand, but his mind started recreating the feeling of what she had gone through. He could imagine the saw blade reducing him to less what he was supposed to be. Hands that covered him and touched him in ways he despised. He refused to think about the sex acts that had been forced on her.

Before she could pull away, he grabbed her hand with his right hand and held the back of her neck in a caring and loving manner. A manner that occurred out of instinctual desire for wrongs to be righted. At first, he could feel her buck slightly, but then he raised his head to look her in the eyes and she could see the tear streaks on his face. This gave her pause. Everyone had been callous and skin deep in their sentiments and even more so in recent times. But, the way he looked at her was that of genuine concern, shared sorrow and pain. He whispered to her,

"...I understand..." Her bottom lip quivered in anger, but then gave way to tears of her own. She replied,

"How could you?...." He wanted to explain why, but he felt it would only muck up this situation even more. He didn't want to make this about him. This was her pain.

She would never have told anyone else here on the planet what she had told him. It might have been due to the fact that he was an offworlder and secrets would probably be safer with him. With any other guy, she would have punched him the first time he severely ticked her off, drove off and leave him behind. Instead, she gently pulled back out of his hold. He gently let go and didn't continue the hold. She turned back to the bar, her thoughts more confused and troubled than they had been in the past year. She sniffed and tried to clear her face before uttering the only words she knew to speak at the moment.

"Bartender. Drinks, please..."

 

[Rapax]

Objective: Personal: Meet the empress
Location: Vullain
Allies: The One Sith
Post: [3/20]

After rapax made it into the palace with ease.. he admired the work that was done here...for a primitive race they are good at there craftsmanship. He made his way across its massive halls...seeing the big two doors infront of him leading to the throne room no doubt....he was ready incase he was heading into a ambush or incase negotiations didn't go his way.....either way this meeting was needed if he was to control this world. The doors creaked open as he walked into the throne room and saw the [member="Empress Mar'Dikan"] on her throne...a rather lovely creature....yet she had the features of a sith all over her...a feature he knew all too well... he will have to tread carefully around her...even if he wins control over here...he will have to be careful if he wished to keep it.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Gurlanii, Drunken Skeever
Objective: Get a drink
5/20

They both told the bartender what they wanted and then sat quietly. It wasn't easy to think of something casual to say when two strangers had shared so much in such a short amount of time. They sat at the bar and stared at the wall, each lost in their melancholy world. If Jack was going to get through today alive, he needed to be able to trust his partner and he needed her to trust him. He moved his hand up and towards her hand that was lying palm up on the counter. He grabbed it and started to speak, but she flinched away and said,

"What are you doing??" Okay. Bad idea. He pulled his hand back and, after a couple awkward seconds, he said,

"My name is Jack. Jack Mirrikh," and he left it at that. She looked down at her robotic hand that he had tried to hold. For once in her life, she was becoming flustered. Of all the emotions that she had experienced, flustered hadn't been felt since...before the incident. She looked at him and then looked away...then she looked back at him and said,

"...My...My name is Sarah. Sarah Kaitherlund," and she left it at that. The drinks came and, as Jack picked up his cup, he got a flash of memory. It was a faint signal of this cup's long history, but the first one in particular had him hearing the word, "revolt". The memories tried to keep playing like a VCR, but he strained to go back to that memory and expand it. As he used his psychometry ability, his eyes glowed pure white. Sarah reacted by flinching back a bit and whispering,

"Woah..." but was otherwise unaffected. He strained and twitched in an effort to grab onto the memory and hold on long enough to refine it. The only training he had had with this power was his dabbling throughout his childhood. This was the first time that he had attempted something like this. A little blood dripped out of his nose, but he found the face of the man and the key words that he was looking for before he released his hold on the memory. At the same time, he released the drink from his hand and it plopped back down onto the counter, splashing the counter somewhat with drink. He apologized to the bartender as the man glared at Jack and wiped it up. Jack tried to calm down his breathing and Sarah looked at him with concern.

He drank the rest of his drink, coughed loudly and turned to Sarah.

"Hob! *cough cough!* We've got to---*hack!* go ther---*MMM!!* go there." Jack then leaned his forehead against the bar and kept coughing to clear the drink from his lungs. Sarah tried to stifle the small smile and silent laughter with her right hand while softly thumping him on the back with her left hand.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=3/20]​

The scientist had not seemed pleased to have a Sith Lord along on what she insisted was a scientific expedition, but the One Sith had insisted, and the doctor had grudgingly acquiesced.

As she entered the makeshift field lab, she felt more strongly than ever that the diminutive Dr. Elia, constantly bent over some piece of analytical equipment, peering through a pair of macrogoggles she rarely removed, resembled a Jawa.

“Lord Timoris," said Dr. Elia said, not looking up from a diagnostic reading, "Thank you for coming."

"Not at all, Doctor," replied Melori, keeping her surprise from her voice. The doctor's disdain for her seemed to have been a product of her distaste for Sith multiplied by her contempt for Melori’s youth. "How goes the search?"

The old woman sighed. "Not as well as I had hoped, but better than I had expected. Look at this." She pointed at a holographic diagnostic cutaway of their sector of the planet, much of it threaded with green trails, including Melori’s recent expedition, with several red specks flickering harshly. "The instructions were quite clear about the need to make sure the planet has no technology left with which its remaining inhabitants can imperil the One Sith. But today I recalibrated all scanners to scan for processed metals. Observe the result." She turned a dial, which caused one of the red lights to flash even more brightly.

Melori’s cool blue eyes narrowed in comprehension. "A major source of technology—"

"With which they could be plotting an assault against our occupation," said Elia, with a nod.

"Or another trap," added Melori.

"That possibility exists, of course. Still, I think you will agree it must be examined."

"Yes, of course. When do we go?"

 

[Nyicon Sadachbian]

Location: Gurlanii
Objective: A
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Rebels

Nyicon cared little for this planet. It was freezing, and the locals didn't seem like they cared for him that much. He sat inside a small imperial outpost inside the city, freezing under his winter uniform. It was heavy clothing, made up of furs from Tauntans. His E-11 was attached to a strap resting on his shoulder, he'd be heading out soon. It was early morning, and he was sipping coffee and eating a bagel. It wasn't the usual food he enjoyed as a Major, but it would do. He watched his small squadron get their things together: weapons, grenades, armor, and ammunition. He had been assured these soldiers would be adequate for this mission. He would've preferred to work with soldiers he had served with before, but he would make the best with what he had. He tapped his foot annoyingly, waiting for the Lieutenant to deliver her report to him and brief him on his mission.
A young woman finally approached him, a human dressed in officer gear. Files were in her hands, her report ready to deliver.
"Well well, it's about time you stopped dragging your feet and got my report ready. What do you have for me?" He asked, an annoyed look on his face.
The woman's eyes were wide, nervous about the apparent frustration from the Major.
"S-sir, our troops have been arriving on the planet throughout the day, with more coming soon. A meeting with the empress is scheduled, and we have scattered reports of battles between the locals and the rebellion. The army here is made up of young people, 12-17. They rely heavily on strength of numbers."
Nyicon smirked, they sounded like people he could get along with. "What do you have for my troops and I?"
The woman rifled through the reports and orders, finally finding the one for Nyicon.
"You've been tasked with dealing with the rebels, sir. Command stresses we try and gain the graces of the local populace, so quelling the rebels is top priority. Your orders are to search the city for any aiding the rebellion and bring them to justice."
Nyicon finished the rest of his coffee, leaving what little of what was left of his bagel on the table.
"Very well. We'll set out and see what we can do. Good work, Lieutenant. Troops, on me, we're moving out!"
His squadron, made up of five soldiers, finished getting their gear together. They jumped up and followed Nyicon out of the briefing room and outside into the cold. They knew it would be a long day.

 

[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Location: Outside Gurlanii

Objective: Enslave and kidnap any possible rebel relations

Alliance: N/A At current time

Enemies: Rebellion


It was the ongoing commotion below that spiked Vega's curiosity, edging for her to descend through the clouds and atmosphere of the planet to investigate the occurring conflict. For a while she'd remained in solitude; it was necessary considering previous events with civilization didn't go so well. This time, she took the bait. The charismatic flow of the force played a role in convincing her to touch down among the planet, making sure she was outside Gurlanii considering bullets and weapons of chaos soared through the skies from all different directions. She could feel it - both the dark and light side of the force colliding on the world below. Exactly what instigated this conflict? Of course, there was only one way to find out.

Vega's ship descended a quarter of a mile outside Gurlanii, cuddled by two mountains willing to obscure the craft's physique. Ugh, she come to realise the temperature of the planet was terrible once she leapt out of her ship, armed and ready to challenge what laid ahead. Nevertheless, she endured it and begun her march towards the city - hood thrown over her head and robes tightened as much as possible to cast obscurity over scorched flesh. Her intentions were to target a rebel, which she knew were nearby considering she picked up their radio broadcast which emitted from the planet. They were weak; she could break and enslave them quite easily. It was all a matter of getting her hands on one.


// Dunno if I done anything wrong by doing this starter but if I did excuse me, I'm new </3