Tectonic Techtronics | TSE Dominion of Ord Thoden

[Amaya Cardei]

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The Sith Empire's banner has arrived on the tectonically active planet of Ord Thoden. The people have been expecting the Sith Empire for quite sometime and rather than press their luck against the might of the Empire. They have instead decided to throw a celerbation of sorts at the biggest club in all of Domitree! Club Goldeneye, here there will be many of Domitree's most famous singers, dancers, athletes and just about anyone they can throw at the party. Still, even as they open their arms to the Sith Empire there are a few things that need to be taken care of before Ord Thoden's government signs the dotted line. A large group of fighters have taken over some of Domitree's best stadiums, race tracks and arenas they need the Sith to clear them out! Given that the people here are so welcoming, the SIth have decided to begin buliding their defenses - but then again who knows what all the representatives of the Sith Empire are up to.

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Objective I: Come dance the night away! Drink, dance - enjoy the best beats in town! Listen as the bass drops and let the synthol (or alcohol) flow. Meet with some of Domitree's best and mingle with the higher ups of the Sith Empire.

Objective II: Get your gear, your spells and whatever else you've got. Your skill is needed to clear out a few stadiums, race tracks and arenas that Domitree's police haven't been able to do.

Objective III: It's your world, craft as you please - build a new corporation, build a new military base - mind the tectonics and have fun! Do your thing! Bring your own objective.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Night had descended upon Ord Thoden as Sith and Imperial forces arrived in number on the tectonic planet. The Vagabond moved amidst the Imperial fleet, though it broke away from the various ships that traveled towards Club Goldeneye. Orinackra had proven to be a much needed break from his traditional work but his time spent on the planet was mostly in boredom. When intel had been presented to the Sith Lord in regards to a more exciting objective on Ord Thoden, he could not refuse. Beyond that, the opportunity to introduce his apprentices to live combat under his watchful eyes was one too good to pass up. While the trio had each seen their fair share already, Ord Thoden promised a battlefield like no other.

Vaulkhar tore his gaze from the cockpit and strode towards his three apprentices who awaited him. Having only recently met on Korriban, the three had not yet found their place in the group, but the Sith Lord hoped to change that this very evening. He cleared his throat as he stopped before them, hands clasped together behind his back. The terminal beside him buzzed to life as a partially destroyed stadium came into existence.

"This is Shatterrock. It was once a relatively popular destination for blood sport. However, a particularly powerful earthquake collapsed a quarter of it in on itself. It was apparently cheaper to build a new coliseum, so they allowed this one to rot. A gang of former competitors have formed a rebel cell in the hopes of fighting off Sith advances on the planet. As such, the Emperor has decided I'll be leading a small strike force to eradicate the squatters. Do you have any questions?"

[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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A lone shuttle streaked through the clear sky, wispy contrails marking the vessels passage through the air. Far below, it's dark shadow crept over the land. The heads of a few herders turned up towards the shuttle as it careened by, drawn by the high-pitched whine of its engines carried upon the wind. They were simple folk who knew very little of the outside galaxy, having been living on the outermost fringe of civilization for many centuries. They thought nothing of it, such worries were for the magnates who lived in the refinery cities next to the mines.

As quickly as the shuttle came it was gone, and the herders turned back to their labor.

Far away was the dazzling city of Domitree, the capital of Ord Thoden and the site of the world's largest and most extensive lommite mine. Ord Thoden was one of the largest lommite producers in the Outer Rim, other than Dorvalla, Elom, and Koratas, two of which were already under Sith-Imperial control. Dorvalla was too far out of the Sith's reach, but Ord Thoden lay well within their grasp. So it came to be that the Sith Emperor, ruler of all Sith, traveled personally to meet with the High Magnate of Ord Thoden to negotiate their submission to the Dark Lord and the Empire.

His shuttle landed upon a private landing pad reserved for the High Magnate and his guests, the titanic Sith striding down the boarding ramp flanked by two of his loyal Crownguard. He would walk forth with purpose, eager to meet this High Magnate and judge his worth for himself.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Fiolette had arrived on Ord Thoden a few days before the official arrival of the Sith Empire. Bengel Shipbuilders had once been headquartered and where the simple XQ1 Platform had been designed. It was a simple relic but the idea of occupying the old building. Well, that definitely felt like music to Fiolette Raaf's ears and on this particular day, she would be Fiolette Raaf, CEO, Shipwright, and Real Estate Investor. She wore a beautiful white suit and a pink blouse. The Galidraani's hair settled neatly over her shoulders behind her was the speeder she had purchased from a Tionese manufacturer not so long ago. Today she would be meeting with Kathura Troozaie. Troozaie sported a business suit and skirt that was fairly simple black with small gold trims to accent the fabric. "Mrs. Raaf, my apologies for the delay, right this way."

"No apology necessary Mrs. Troozaie."

"It's Miss."

"Well - pardon me," Fiolette offered an apologetic smile as she walked beside the agent, "now what can you tell me about this beautiful building."

Troozaie guided Fiolette along the path as they were flanked by a long and winding pond on either side of them. "This building was renovated a few years ago by a local architect, using arches from 7th Century ABY. Glass motifs here and here from the recent decades as you can see influenced from his time on Coruscant and Corellia." The woman's voice was a little higher than what Fio considered to be standard. She rattled on about the estate's details even as she opened the door for the Galidraani to walk through. Admittedly the high ceiling caught her eyes, the way the lights hung down neatly in a soft crescent shape. "And here we have the lobby with this generous view of Domitree."

"Indeed, generous indeed - now you mentioned this building was two stories high and how many below?"

"Six, there are six lower levels."

"Ah alright, go on, which way should we-"

Miss Troozaie gestured to the right, "this way and I can show you some of the conference rooms."

"Lovely." Fiolette considered this a good time to slide her holo-device and give her wife [member="Taeli Raaf"] a quick text, followed by a short message to her aid and assistant [member="Marayna Danforth"].

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Taking out the squatter garbage was below Funami, a waste of her talent. The girl’s tiny, harmless hands had proven to wield enough power to crush Mandalorian warriors in full body armor. What chance did some poorly equipped and barely organized squatters have? No, this wasn’t Sith against a dangerous gang of wannabe rebels. This was Funami against worthless rabble. She felt confident, cocky even, invincible. If they lacked the Force then they could not possibly bring her harm. She was a Sith and they were insects. No bug could harm someone as great as her! She’d stomp their fragile, soft bodies, turn them into greasy stains on the pavement!

Stretched across three seats, using her folded cape as a pillow and apparently determined to take up as much space as possible, the little one found herself aboard lord Vaulkhar’s ship. She paid no mind to her two fellow apprentices. Holding a hand out in front of her face, she watched her little fingers clench and open with morbid fascination. Surprisingly enough, Funami did not look her usual self. Instead of cute, bright clothes, the young acolyte sported a custom-tailored uniform. While a notch more menacing than usual, the Sithling’s small stature, impish smile, and pink hair had still managed to retain her adorable looks. Some people were born cute and not even a sharp, fear-inspiring uniform could change that.

Violet eyes moved to wordlessly greet Vaulkhar as he approached, though the Sith lord’s presence alone wasn’t enough to force the girl to get up. It was when he spoke that she summoned enough effort to slowly, almost lazily, rise. Getting up caused the pleated skirt to rustle against her socks and Funami didn’t forget to retrieve her folded cape, hanging it around her shoulders. Battle-ready, she assumed a smug grin in response to Vaulkhar’s words about the rebels. With much confidence, her black boots took several childish strides toward the Sith lord. A hand shot up.

“Um, I have a question!” The pink-haired acolyte spoke up and let her hand fall down. “Are we supposed to take prisoners or do we eradicate, uh, as in, eradicate them all?”

[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"] | Trayze Tesar​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

A small smile made its way across the Kiffar's face. This was his element, his bread and butter, the thing he had excelled at since he was a wide-eyed sixteen year old. Though his vertigo set in, as the foreboding presence of the Emperor himself shaded the Force. "Whatever honours the Emperor." Trayze would adjust his own garb, a sensible mix of the Acolyte robes and the armor associated with an Imperial Peacekeeper. "For he is indeed watching us."

This was the first official mission he had gone on, rather than keeping Vaulkhar company on his own excursions, training, or occasional stakeouts. For the first time in many years, the Kiffar felt eager, ready to battle, ready to prove his worth.

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[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[BobertEZ]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kreC14c5Txg​

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Stormlight was hungry. That is how Raptious understood the sword's violent sparks and vibrations mixed with hums and growls on the Darth could hear. It was a living weapon, filled with the souls of one-hundred Talz warriors from Helgard. It seethed, raged, fumed, but most importantly hungered for blood and flesh. It wanted to slice and gash and become drenched in crimson.

It was Stormlight, and it wanted to feast.

The possibility of dropping something in the collapsed structure was high, especially if one didn't hold onto it tight enough. Luckily for the Darth, even when gripped between the Phoenix's gauntlets, the hilt's rough texture was noticeable, sticking to the metal palm. It gave the titan some semblance of calm knowing that the sword would not slip from their fingers.

As it was, the stadium was dark, darker than most collapsed buildings, perhaps darker than Nivek, home of the Shadowmen. Definitely darker than the starry nights upon Dromund Kaas and Korriban. Each footstep was inviting death or injury for the six Legionnaires that followed close at the ever thundering heels of Raptious, whose own footsteps were cracks of a storm and the whirring of gears. The Sith was grateful that the stadium had been built for large crowds and the halls built with high ceilings and doors, for if it had not, the eleven foot titan would have a hard time moving.

Thankfully once again, this was not a stealth mission.

This was a culling.

The Demon grinned at the prospect, but more importantly, and worryingly, gazed upon those that followed the Phoenix, "Such delicious meat that you lead, Lorale. How long has it been since you've had such delicate flesh?"

Naturally, the Demon had followed, slithering along the walls in motions no one could see. No one but Raptious, who shot the armed snake a dubious glare. It had become a semi-transparent thing that the Sith could see since its return, its presence ever developing the more Raptious tried to fight it. It was a smokey creature with flickers of flame within its shape. A horrific thing. A disgusting thing. A terrifying thing.

The sergeant of the six suddenly spoke, gazing at their wrist device, "Your Eminence, I'm detecting life signs ahead."

Raptious nodded with a grunt of acknowledgement, "How many?"

"Seven."

"How far?" Raptious held up Stormlight in front of their face, the stored energy begging to be released against fools who dared to fight.

"Twenty yards, beyond the door ahead."

The Phoenix lowered Stormlight and sniffed lightly, "Can you detect weaponry? Positions?"

"Negative. Hazy at best. Could be more or less than seven, truthfully."

"Hopefully more."

"Are we expecting reinforcements?" a younger soldier wondered aloud, checking every corner the group passed as they made their way to the door.

"Not to my knowledge," the massive Sith responded, bringing the blade of Stormlight up to rest on their winged pauldron.

The group then fell silent for the door was now in front of them, massive with faded yellow paint. A door for beasts.

It did not open automatically, indicating that it was locked, much to the young soldier's fretting. Before any of the Legionnaires could say anything or ask anything or do anything, Raptious extended their hand and in half-a-second, the doorway blew apart, sending shards and chunks of stone and metal into the unsuspecting people on the other side. Muscles tore and bones cracked from the impact of debris and scattering screams and shouts filled the small room. Raptious took two thunderous steps forward and smiled at the struggling cloaked figures and silently motioned for the Legionnaires to move forward.

The Legionnaires opened fire immediately after moving past the Sith Lord, blasting down those that did not fall from the use of Force Push. Only when the last cloaked figure fell did Raptious finally move from their content position.

"Pirates," the sergeant grunted, holding up the partially swollen head of a Twi'Lek.

Raptious smiled slyly under their helmet, "Good. Inform the Ruthless Vanguard we have encountered hostiles and will proceed accordingly."

"Affirmative, Your Eminence."

It was too quiet then. At that moment, Raptious heard nothing, and that bothered them, worried them. Not even the Demon was present, the wretch having slithered back into the recesses of the Phoenix's mind. Something was off. When the sergeant returned, they moved on, entering empty room after empty room. It was when they entered a long, debris ridden tunnel that the Sith knew what was happening. Someone, or multiple, were following. Of course, Raptious knew this from the start, but failed to truly acknowledge it. Why this was, not even Raptious was able to know in the coming hours.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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"Yes! There's one coming! Ooh, she looks menacing, too."

"Bro, lemme see lemme see- oh, she's definitely one of those Sith who are taking over. This should be gooooood."

On a dilapidated couch under a bridge, looking out on the puke-green water it crossed, sat two teenagers. One held the controls of a drone, which on the display could be seen hovering over an abandoned stadium that was once upon a time used for concerts. The roof had for the most part collapsed, the debris still scattered on the floor, allowing the drone to look inside. At the present moment, the drone's camera was zoomed in on the entrance, more specifically a redheaded woman who was intent on making her way inside.

"These motherkarkers are going to regret taking our hangout."

"And not gonna lie, she hot."

"She hot."

The drone flew down and went after the Sith woman had walked through the entrance to follow her, though it kept its distance to avoid being spotted. Instead it was zoomed in to allow for the action to be properly captured. The woman entered the stadium proper and came to a halt. She called out with a voice that in no way should have been able to reach the ears of all the thugs present in the ruined building.

"I am Darth Avacyn of the Sith Empire. All present here are hereby considered prisoners. Surrender now or force will be used."

Despite her voice not seeming loud through the drone's microphone, laughter could from all sides of the stadium simultaneously. "Come get us, then," one voice replied. Another one followed, "Did you really think we'd be scared of one play-pretend Sith chick?"

"As you wish." Darth Avacyn stepped forward and was jumped by a man holding a baseball bat, but with a deft sidestep and a kick to the upper right leg she turned the tables on him, bringing the thug to a knee before a punt kick to the side of the head knocked him out.

"Oh, chit!"

"That was insane!"

 

[Vaulkhar]

The Vagabond glided nearly one hundred meters above the coliseum before slowly coming to a halt. As the ship reached its destination, the assassin droid left the cockpit and moved towards the gathered Sith. It offered Vaulkhar a slight nod before returning to the cockpit once more without saying or doing anything else. In turn, Vaulkhar moved towards the ramp that would descend once activated. His eyes slowly shut as he focused on the force. The Sith Lord's aura coalesced around the ship before moving outward. As he extended his senses beyond his immediate surroundings, Vaulkhar managed to pinpoint other lifeforms beneath him. It took him a brief period of time to determine a rough estimate considering how many there were. A momentary sense of dread overtook him as he opened his eyes and looked back at the trio who followed him there.

There was a chance one of them would not return. Every mission brought the possibility of death along with it, but it was never quite something that phased the Sith Lord. Never slowing down, he strove to impress his father and earn the man's respect at all cost. Death was just another payment to one day make. Looking over his apprentices, he could only hope they were not as foolish as him.

Chill winds raced into the Vagabond as the ramp descended. Vaulkhar looked back towards his apprentices before sliding his helmet over his head.

"I will drop first and create a suitable landing zone. The coliseum is hosting more than one hundred soldiers, all armed and dangerous. Wait for my signal and descend after me," Vaulkhar's voice was somewhat distorted by his helmet. He turned away from the ship's passengers before turning and stepping off the ramp. As he descended, the wind whipped around him in a fury as he beckoned the force to his aid. An icy, hateful force signature burst into life and descended towards the coliseum like a meteor. The force wrapped around Vaulkhar in a protective blanket as he fell closer towards the ruined coliseum's domed roof.

A massive hole blew through the solid surface as Vaulkhar exploded within. The Sith Lord continued his free fall for a few short seconds longer before slamming into the rubble strewn ground below. Rocks and other debris exploded outward from the small crater he left in the ground. Smoke and dirt rose skyward, masking his lone form. The only light that could be seen was the sudden appearance of a vermilion saber surging to life. Dozens of blaster bolts were shot blindly into the smoke as a dozen men and women dashed within to face the Sith Lord. Fear and despair emanated from the shrouded battleground as each of them were cut down one by one, Vaulkhar's prolific mastery of the lightsaber making quick work of them. Bolts were deflected back at those who fired as another half dozen soldiers perished.

As the fighting slowed, a single flare was shot upwards. It exploded above the domed roof, signaling the trio still in the ship to join their master.

[member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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"And there he goes..." Trayze smiled as Vaulkhar went in to clear an LZ, he would turn to his fellow apprentices, a beaming grin on his face. "Ready to learn how we do it in the Corps?" the Kiffar hollered, before turning to the pink haired Sithling, giving a mocking bow and putting on a faux snobbish voice. "Ladies first." The two had gradually begun teasing and verbally fencing with one another the entire trip, much to the annoyance or bemusement of those listening in on their conversations. Though the former detective was nothing if not formal and polite.

The Devanorian however, turned to more academic and scholarly pursuits, and found that a few simple AIs worked a lot better in the short term than Force Projection...but the Kiffar proved a rapt listener to the more mystical aspects of the Force. Meditation, for instance, and battle meditation, was finally cracked. The Dark Side came uneasily to Trayze, not out of lack of passion or drive, but because the Academy promoted stoic acceptance and self-sacrifice, a direct contrast to what the Sith were taught. The largest hurdle that the Acolyte had encountered thus far, now gave him a clearer mind and focus in battle.

When they eventually descended, rather than a jarring knife pulsating from his being, Trayze's aura was calmer, a steady whirlpool of awareness, an eye in a storm that whatever survivors would endure. His mind was opened, his lightsaber at the ready, and the hunt was on.

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[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[Kalt Bruq]

Kalt sighed, as he realized their mission was about to begin. So this was the mission the Emperor had entrusted to his son and his apprentices. What a bother. Not that he was fully confident enough to face a Jedi yet, but hunting down traitors wasn't how he had wanted to spend this evening. Not that he had any particular place to be.

Funami asked if they were looking to capture anyone or if this meant total annihilation. "I think we're free to kill but occasionally stopping to extract some intelligence from the enemy couldn't hurt either. Would be nice to make sure their leaders are here so we don't have to do this again."

Of course, they were dropping in. No time to just land and walk over. That would be too subtle. Real Sith needed to make an entrance. Not that he had anything against Master Vaulkhar but adding the need to make a controlled descent made it slightly more bothersome than just walking over from nearby. He realized he was just internalizing complaints about having to do anything, just so he didn't give the Emperor's son a bad impression. Which was probably a vein effort given Master Vaulkhar could just read his mind. Kalt simply just crossed his arms in silent protest, a silly and useless gesture, but one he liked to make regardless.

Trayze, on the other hand, seemed pretty excited to face combat. Punishing ruffians was something he did before he was a Sith after all. He asked if they were ready to see 'how they did it in the Corps'. "Just don't get too excited and forget your lightsaber." Kalt responded, joking around. He didn't really say much to him going after Funami. Kalt didn't really like the child's smugness and self-absorption either, but that was pretty common among the Sith. He had a bit of it himself, he just didn't express it so openly. Pride was a useful emotion after all. He just hoped that Funami and Trayze wouldn't develop into an issue. He wouldn't be surprised if either of them found the other to be a nuisance and tried to do something while everyone wasn't looking. Then again, Kalt probably wouldn't put much effort into stopping them, if at all.

Once Vaulkhar had fired the flare into the air, while still maintaining his arms crossed, Kalt walked off the side of the ramp in a breezy fashion. He steadily descended down to the Arena below. He displayed no visible aura either, just an invisible wave of telekinetic energy preventing him from slamming into the pavement below. It was very efficient and far more subtle, something he preferred. As he descended he observed the Arena. He didn't find anything major with his force senses, aside from a very tall and large man who he assumed was a fellow Sith. He wondered if he was human but considering the size he quickly dismissed that assumption. There was no way!

Once through the hole Vaulkhar had made, Kalt broke his stance and pulled his lightsaber to his hand to ignite it. His lightsaber was largely normal, aside from having a black core instead of a white one. "Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance Master," he said as he landed, referring to the carnage that his master had left behind. He readied himself in case there were any left.

[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

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What she had suspected before seemed beyond dispute now, as this marked the second time the Sith lord had opted to enter battle in this fashion. Vaulkhar liked dramatic entrances. Good, that made two of them.

“We’re doing this thing again, huh,” Funami frowned slightly and sneered at her two fellow apprentices. “Hope you guys know how to fly! Ta ta!”

She certainly didn’t!

Levitation offered similar benefits though and she had learned how to defy gravity well, courtesy of her childlike toying with telekinesis in her younger years. Overcome with a desire to make an impression and settle the hierarchy between the apprentice trio, she had decided to go for a stoic shot straight down rather than gliding as usual. A stroll down the ramp and suddenly her pink crown of fluffy hair vanished. Gravity took over and not a single psychic thought went to stop it from claiming the little girl’s body.

The gushing wind surrounded the child and pulled the red cloak over her head, rendering her blind moments after departing the ship. A frustrated growl could be heard as she plummeted toward the coliseum. Lacking the ability to sense through the Force meant she found it impossible to determine the best time to pull the telekinetic brake on her fall. Not fond of dying, she hit the mental switch early, right after passing through the shattered dome. Wrapped in her cape like a Lifeday present, the Sithling commanded the Force to stop her uncontrolled descent, embracing a gentle grasp that seized her body and slowly carried her down. Some would accuse her of flying, but she did little more than a basic telekinesic pull against her own body.

A thud of child-sized boots against solid ground and Funami battled the crimson cape coiled over her face. Pulling the silky fabric down revealed one very annoyed Sith acolyte, complete with an angry glower and her trademark pout. Standing akimbo, she glanced over the downed rebels, looking smug. Several survivors of the initial attack started gagging as her thoughts strangled the life out of them. Folding her arms across her chest, the girl looked at her fellow Sith with a raise of her eyebrows.

“We good? Nobody broke anything? Splendid.”

She proceeded to swagger right in the midst of her companions, shamelessly using each of them as a meat shield. A stray idea in her head proved enough to erect invisible armor over her body, just in case.

[member="Kalt Bruq"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

Trayze barked out a laughter as the Sithling, before assessing the situation. Every possible foe that Funami hadn't killed outright was brutally knocked out and zip tied, as per Peacekeeper norms, though he would grab the young girl by her cape and place her up in front once the fighting gradually died down. "Oy! Sith don't hide, or are ya a scaredy nexu?!" he taunted, before being rebuffed. He would ready his lightsaber and slugthrower pistol, a coy grin being shone at the Devanorian. "Didn't forget anything, looks like Vaulkhar took care of most. Should we consider the LZ cleared out?"

He was slightly disappointed that he couldn't demonstrate his combat prowess further, but Vaulkhar didn't become a Sith Lord by idly standing around. He was very much the "Son of the Butcher King".

[member="Kalt Bruq"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]​

 

[BobertEZ]

"Do you hear that Lorale? Fresh meat."

"Your Eminence, did you hear that?" the sergeant squawked in tandem with the Demon.

It would have been impossible not to have heard it. It was a crack through the sound barrier, with the resonance not unlike biting down on a chip, but deeper in tone, and distant. Raptious sniffed almost disdainfully at the noise and turned in the direction it came from. It was beyond their sight, hidden behind moss covered walls and half sunken floors, but it was in the stadium. That much Raptious and their Legionnaires could tell. What the soldiers could not tell, however, was that they were about to be besieged.

"Should we investigate, Your Eminence?" the sergeant asked in a hushed whisper.

They could not, for the stalkers were about to fire, and thus Raptious shook their head, gripping Stormlight's hilt tightly, "No, but get into cover."

The Phoenix spun around as soon as the first beat of the blast being fired off from the pistol thumped in their ears, bringing the blade of Stormlight up to bear and deflecting the round into the wall. The Legionnaires took cover, the sergeant shouting orders, and firing back just as the volley of low-impact blaster rounds began pelting their cover and the Phoenix who smiled under the assault.

While an anti-tank weapon, or enough high grade weaponry could pierce their armor, scrapped together low grade blaster pistols and rifles would do nothing,. And so, Raptious lazily swung their sword, the spirits within the blade appalled at this attempt by the pirates.

"I am surprised they try, dear Lorale. You are like the beasts that roamed these halls for the games. A titan. Show them what a true GOD can do."

Even Raptious had to smile at these words from the Demon. It was amusing, but part of the Phoenix felt that the pirates could not truly grasp the sheer magnitude that was the Darth's stature, likely do to the darkness or refusal to believe it was possible. Either way, the skirmish would end quickly.

With a sharp pull of their right hand, the pirates were sucked into the what dim light there was against their will. All but one were gunned down, the last a Nikto male who blubbered and pleaded upon realizing what stood before him. Raptious smiled under their helmet and placed the tip of Stormlight just above the Nikto's cheekbone. It appeared as if a mountain held death over a tree.

"Tell your God, M'dweshuu..to send better men."

And with that, the Darth send the crackling sword down through the Nikto's cheek and through their mouth. As the blade traveled, the energy of the sword fried their brain, killing them instantly, and the blade's trajectory ended up shattering the Nikto's back teeth and severed their tongue at the root before exiting out the back of their head and piercing the cracked ground.

"Poor sod never had a chance," the young soldier of the group muttered in fear at the display.

Pulling the blade out of the lifeless body, the humming of the sword quieted only a touch as the blue blood ran down through the engraved runes. It was sated for the time being, but would not be for long. It always needed to feast. Always.

The meat mountain that was Raptious then spun on their heels, their massive boots digging into the ground with the motion, and marched off through the enormous hallway that was clearly meant to transport creatures such as Rancors, Tatooine Howlers, and more. A gladiatorial arena of carnage. Raptious would have done well here.

"Your Eminence, what is the plan?" one of the Legionnaires asked as the group marched through the halls. "What are we doing? Are we to continue as planned?"

"We are heading towards the source of that noise, good soldier," Raptious responded with a hidden smirk. "I would like to know who it is and why the feel so inclined as to nearly bring this structure down upon us."

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Ord Thoden, Domitree, Club Goldeneye​

Objective: Approach Club with Squad
With?: THE S Q U A D​

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Spoiler

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPqXT4dyfNY[/video]

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"Aaaaare we there yet?" A lying Carmine stated as he just took a sip of water. Resting on the ground of an actual limousine-esque speeder. The individuals sitting on their seats were other members of Onyx. To which they chuckled as Liz kicked Carmine's side. "Get off the floor Kai! You don't know what's happened there!"

The Besh Teamleader just grunted a bit and laid over on is side. "Naaaah! I'm comfortable here."

Suffice to say, the squadmates within the speeder seemed to be wearing some pretty fashionable wear. Seems they're going clubbing. In the front side of the speeder was the man driving it obviously. Trip the Chiss, with Anden riding shotgun. As the speeder cruises about, and the group at the back having their fun. Fancelo peeked out from outside the window for a bit before providing a nod in approval, as the speeder seems to be performing pretty darn well. Getting back in and looking to the Chiss.

"Thing is not that bad." The Captain stated with a surprised yet satisfied look on his face.

"For a rental vehicle? Yes. It runs well." Trip nodded, rather relaxed in his seat with one hand on the side of the wheel.

"You excited for this, Trip?" Anden asked, scuffling his hair back once he leaned further back onto the soft foamy seat.

"Think I'll spend most of the night at the bar and not at the floor, Anden. You know I'm not good with the rhythm of things." He confessed, scratching his cheek a bit.

"Careful, if Carmine hears that he'll never cease to get some lady to drag you to the floor." The captain jested. Snickering a little.

Every once in a while, the chiss checked the side cameras of the speeder, but maintaining his eyes on the road. There were a lot of turns through this route but the chiss' driving skills were matched with his medical skills. It was precise and gentle, never jerky and sudden. It was just right. After a left turn out of the speedway the chiss slightly turned his head to his superior for a moment. "And you sir? Are you excited?"

The question was a good one. Anden wasn't really sure. It's been a while since he's went out for some RNR. Last time that happened, he went to visit some sith library to check it out. Only to almost get drowned out by a massive tidal wave that supposedly made it's way to the building. And having to get pummeled by some jedi kid. Deep down, the captain prayed this sort of thing doesn't happen again. His wish was for the day to go smoothly. A night with his friends. But back to the question, which took Anden some time to answer.

"Considering the last time I went out? Not really, but. Who knows? Maybe this'll be a fun night. I just hope you're there with us when we're at it."

The chiss gave a faint smile and nod. "I'll try, Anden."

After another turn, the Club was in sight. The destination was close. And the music albeit muffled, can be heard.

 

[Vaulkhar]

As the trio of apprentices landed around him, Vaulkhar paid them no heed. His attention was instead focused on the arena grounds and the numerous opponents within. While his initial assault killed twenty or so, nearly double that still remained strewn among the rubble. With the arrival of his chosen his assault ceased and he went on the defensive. Makashi would be traded out for Soresu as the master chose to spectate the battle. Unsurprisingly, Funami made quick work of several foes via her crushing, telekinetic grip. Struggling combatants gasping for air could be heard all around them as the child quite literally forced the life from their bodies in an awesome display of power. Following up the young Sith, the former detective moved swiftly through the arena, besting and entrapping as many as he could without lethal force. The Devanorian was mostly left out, having landed earlier than the duo he instead awaited the approach of foes whose lives were stolen away before they could act.

"It appears the arena floor is mostly cleared, but the stands still boast several dozen hostiles. Be careful," a satisfied nod was offered the group from Vaulkhar before he moved deeper into the arena. As if on queue, blaster fire lit up the arena once more as the squatters on high made their own attempts at slaughtering the would be Sith overlords. Looking to push the assault, Vaulkhar dashed forward and leaped into the air. Another form shot from the stands and met him midway. A brilliant blue lightsaber burned to life and clashed against the Sith's own. Their bodies tangled together in the air before plummeting towards the ground below. An echoing crash could be heard through the arena as the duo slammed into a massive pile of debris.While the impact looked uncomfortable, neither faltered. Instead, it appeared the tempo of battle only increased.

Mirroring the explosive combat before the apprentices, the ground rumbled beneath them. Without warning, durasteel shifted and separated beneath them. Rods shot up as the floor broke apart and walls of bristling electricity fenced off Vaulkhar from his apprentices.

The trio would hear rustling from above as a robed form fell from above. This unknown individual landed between them before igniting her own emerald green lightsaber. The force coalesced around this individual similarly to their own master, denoting a power far beyond each of their own. The stranger's hood fell away to reveal a tanned complexion. Long brown hair was tied back and away from the Jedi's stunning features. Soft blue eyes gazed at them in the split second before a massive wave exploded out from her and towards the apprentices. All the while, the armed gunman within the stands would be raining fire on the four Sith warriors.

It appears as if a trap had been set for the Sith.

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

The drone flew upwards as it slowly and sneakily flew its way into the stadium proper after Darth Avacyn proceed further in. From all around her more thugs appeared from behind pieces of debris, tallying up to way more than one perhaps would have expected. The teenagers, from the safety of their couch, were most definitely caught off-guard.

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"I think she's screwed, man. I don't know."

"No way. That other dude got knocked the kark out and she didn't even break a sweat."

"You can only fight so many people at the same time before the numbers game catches up to you."

"Wanna bet? 10 credits she wins."

"You're on."

A handshake followed.

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Three thugs rushed the woman, though one of them did not get very far. With a stomp of her left foot a stone wall rose up from the ground, with which he collided head-first, knocking him out cold. The other two, shocked and now a bit hesitant to get too close, pulled out throwing knives. Avacyn meanwhile stood in the same place still, seemingly waiting for their next move. Moments later, two knives were hurled her way but got intercepted by a strange gust of wind that was freakishly strong, putting them off-course and causing them to land behind her, clattering on the floor.

"Last chance to surrender," Avacyn bluntly remarked. The response wasn't exactly what she was looking for, though.

"N-never! Y-your tricks are just that, tricks! You can't take all of us down!" The voice was quite clearly much less confident than before, but he still refused to surrender. Nobody else seemed willing, either.

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"I bet you're regretting the bet already."

"N-no, the numbers will get to her for sure!"

"Can you feel your credits slipping away from you?"

"Shut up, uh, I want to watch."

"Riiiight, not because you don't like hearing the truth or anything."

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

“It’s called taking cover!” Funami stuck her tongue out and scurried behind the trio of men again to put them between her and potential foes. “You’re the one trying to hide behind a little girl, Trayze! Coward!”

Cautiously peering about and spotting a sniper in every shadow cast over the place, Funami followed after Vaulkhar. She was very happy for his ability to deflect energy bolts a moment later as the place exploded with blaster fire. Shock and awe stared at the Sith lord from her eyes before he rushed the enemy and met a Force wielding foe. Funami was content with watching the clash of lights, but a well-aimed shot soon connected with the small one’s feeble barrier, shattering her last line of defense into shards of energy. Left out in the open, the girl slipped behind Trayze's back before commanding three dead bodies to form a wall in front of her. The incoming rain of blaster fire tugged at them violently while Funami’s violet gaze searched for the attackers targeting her, spotting several squatters in the stands.

A flick of a tiny finger and a blast of power from somewhere under the thugs drove two would-be rebels three meters into the air, their bones shattered by the force of the impact. As if on command, the ground beneath her shook in the same fashion. For a moment Funami thought she had accidentally blasted herself. Only using telekinesis to suspend her body had allowed the girl to retain balance. Still thinking herself to blame, she stared at the destruction in disbelief. With the ground cracking open, the Sithling was so focused on what took place under her feet that the robed figure from above came as a complete surprise and caught her utterly unprepared. Never having a chance to conjure another barrier, Funami was blown away by the Jedi’s power.

“Waaah!” The girl’s panicked cry echoed over the arena as she landed hard, every part of her body aching. Worst of all, the blast had ruined her hair and she had lost her cool cap somewhere along the short flight. Eyes full of worry looked at the Jedi.

There were only four Sith and way too many rebels to her liking. Plus the two Jedi. In her young mind, Funami had often imagined facing a Jedi, but not like this. Not on the Jedi’s terms. And so she dropped to her knees.

“I surrender, I surrender!” The little Sithling cried out and quickly snatched the curved hilt of her lightsaber before tossing it toward the Jedi. “I’m unarmed! I’m not Sith! Don’t hurt me! They forced me to join them! I’m just a little kid, don’t kill me, pleaseee!”

The hysterics culminated in Funami dropping on the ground and covering her head with shaking arms. She prayed the trio of Sith with flashing lightsabers made for a much better target than her.

[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

 

[Kalt Bruq]

Just as they cleared the Arena floor, it seemed that more enemies appeared and started firing on the four Sith on the Arena floor. It was a bad decision to put themselves in such a place, it put them squarely in a killzone where they were surrounded. "Kriffing--!" Kalt yelled as he started deflecting blaster bolts. It seemed Funami had more than a few bolts aimed at her, and she panicked at the sudden shift in the fight. She took cover behind Trayze before using some of the deceased as meat shields. That gave Kalt an idea.

Suddenly the three bodies seemed to become animate. As a blaster bolt hit one body he called out in agony. The others suddenly started crying out to their comrades to stop firing , begging their comrades to save them. The screaming and sheer terror was enough to cause some of the attackers to hesitate on firing on their comrades. The reality, of course, was that the three bodies were in fact dead. Their sudden reanimation was an illusion created by Kalt but none of them knew that.

His concentration on maintaining the illusion of the wounded bodies was broken when two Jedi suddenly appeared. One took his master into a separated area, leaving them to face the other Jedi. This on top of the rebels firing at them from above. Kalt noticed Funami's sudden surrender to the Jedi, feeling disappointed at her sudden loss of will to fight. "Coward! Get yourself together!" He yelled, using the force to fling her lightsaber back toward her.

Suddenly a thick cloud of dust kicked up from the arena floor, filling up the Arena floor, and providing a screen of cover to the individuals on the Arena floor. The addition of red and other colored lights within the dust also provided decoys for the rebels above. Kalt created the illusion to support the group and Vaulkhar. They should all be able to sense their enemies through the screen, as would the Jedi, but the rebels would have difficulties getting a read on their actual locations. Unfortunately it also meant splitting Kalt's attention between maintaining the illusion, fighting a Jedi, and deflecting the occasional blaster bolt sent his direction.

"Trayze, help me with the Jedi! Funami, pick up the kriffing lightsaber and deflect those blasters!" He said, attempting to bring some order to their group.

He swung at the Jedi but it was slow and easily repelled. The split in his attention meant that he was acting more defensively than offensively but, thankfully with Makashi, fighting a single opponent directly was partly his specialty.

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member=Vaulkhar] | [member="Trayze Tesar"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

The two thugs who had previously looked to take Darth Avacyn down with throwing daggers now slowly made their advance towards her. Meanwhile, from all directions around the Sith Lady more people stepped up from behind various pieces of debris. Though standing surrounded, she showed not an inkling of concern. In fact, all she did was patiently wait for them to make a move. The time for talking was over; if making them hurt was the only way to get them to comply, then Avacyn would gladly put them in their place.

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"This is where the tables turn, watch."

"She just shot up a wall from the ground by just stomping her foot down. Throw a thousand thugs at her, she'll take them all out."

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Alongside the two first thugs, three more joined as they simultaneously collapsed onto her from behind. The newcomers carried bats as they jumped onto her but before anyone was able to land any sort of blow, they all were stopped dead in their tracks by an overwhelming gust of wind sweeping them off their feet. Avacyn then rushed forward, viciously curbstomping one man's head down onto the ground as he tried to get back on his feet. The other had already been taken out, as the gust of wind knocked him back into a piece of debris and his head bounced off of it before crumpling down to the floor.

The other three, their bats taken away from them from being swept off their feet, went right back to rushing Avacyn down. In response, as she turned around, she reached for something hanging from her left hip. After a snap-hiss sound she made a sweeping motion. The thugs stopped dead in their tracks.

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"Ho-ly chit. I've never seen one before."

"She has a lightsaber. I-I mean, of course she does. All Sith have one, duh."

"I want one."