Tectonic Techtronics | TSE Dominion of Ord Thoden

[Darth Carnifex]

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The hours ticked by, slowly and implacable.

By the time the Emperor had finished his gruesome task, his arms were soaked with crimson all the way up to the elbow. Before him was a sterilized operating table, having been wheeled in from his shuttle down on the landing pad up to the makeshift laboratory he had erected in one of the unoccupied rooms. Floodlights bathed the area in stark cleansing light, leaving no shadows in hide in or conceal his actions as he worked. The woman he had brought with him had slunk down in one of the corners, her knees up close to her chest as she hugged them tightly and rocked back and forth, her eyes wide and fixated on everything the Emperor did.

Before him was a skinless body, sticky and red, heat rising from the exposed muscle and meat. In one hand the Emperor held a flensing knife, the instrument by which this grisly achievement had been, well, achieved with. In his other hand he held a large opaque jar, sealed on either end by pressurized locks. Setting the knife down, the Emperor moved to unseal one end of the jar and upend it over the skinless body. An organic blob slumped out from the container, landing on the body's chest with a wet thump. It sat there for a second or two, vibrating and undulating as if it were breathing, and then it began to expand itself over the body in every direction.

As it stretched out over the body, it began to take on the healthy hue of the body's skin before it had been so methodically separated from the meat. Once it had completely enveloped the body, it tightened and connective tissue anchored it to the muscle while needle-thin tendrils bored through the outer skull and wormed deep into the unliving brain, connecting to synapses and other vital components. When everything was, at last, said and done, it looked as if nothing had been done to the body save a rather thorough full-body shave. The body then jerked to life, legs swinging awkwardly over the side as the entire torso sat up, every movement unnatural and disturbing but gradually becoming more fluid as the creature adapted to its new host.

"Who are you?"

The body looked at the Emperor with unfocused over-dilated eyes, which quickly rectified themselves after several cautionary blinks. "I am your servant, Ezen. What can this lowly khuulbar do to serve you?" The voice spoken through dead lips had yet to fully synchronize with the body's vocal chords, a layered effect reverberating out from the throat as the creature adjusted mid-sentence and found harmony. Carnifex smiled, "Your name is High Magnate Raybret Glamar, you are the elected governor of Ord Thoden and now you willingly serve the Empire in all things. You are to take the woman here as your second-in-command, and heed her words. Is that understood?"

"Your will is given clarity, Ezen. I shall serve." The body hopped down off the table, tentatively testing each limb before walking out of the room and towards his office. The Emperor looked at the shocked and horrified woman he had brought to witness his work, "I would go and find some new clothes for your High Magnate, and prepare an announcement that he and the Emperor had reached an accord. Welcome to the Empire, my dear."

She nodded numbly and got up to follow the mimic wherever he went, leaving the Emperor alone in the room.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

Trayze was not in the best of moods. Considering how the cowardly child not only begged for mercy, hid, and threw away her weapon at the first sign of trouble, she also had the gall to kill the remaining Jedi and pretend this was an elaborate plan.

In that moment, Trayze wondered two things...if he really wanted to be a father one day, and where the other Jedi went. The Kel Dor.

An unusually absent aura complete with an unusually absent corpse meant one of two things. Either the Jedi was sufficiently atomized, or that Kel Dor that tried very hard to hide behind one of the larger pieces of debris was the Jedi. For a moment, the investigative side of him took over, calculating the arc of which the Jedi would have ridden the current of the juggernaut's rage...timing, absence of visible injuries and wounds, his crouch indicated a close quarters specialist.

So that's what someone who's trying to hide their aura feels like...

One heartbeat, two, two and a half several things happened at once:
Firstly, the feisty pink child was pouting that Trayze wasn't giving her "due adulation".
Second, the Jedi attempted to shadow his way across, and flung some larger pieces of debris to throw any pursuers off the scent.
Lastly, another blazing fast bark of the slugthrower pistol scattered their way in the general direction of the Kel Dor, just barely nicking him, his aim disrupted only because he attempted to shield the stones from Funami. Sith may look after one another, but this also means that her punishment for cowardice will be answered by her fellow Sith. Teamwork was important in any workplace, and those who shirked their responsibilities, Trayze will make sure they pay.

As stone and durasteel scattered across the arena floor, Trayze called up to the massive Sith. "Jedi! Forty Meters! Your left!" loading the pistol with practiced efficiency, and levelling it at the next scattering of debris.

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

 

[BobertEZ]

The Kel Dor was tricky, obnoxiously dodging all of the massive swings the titanic mountain hoped would cut down the Jedi, but if there was one bane that Raptious, who was by no means clumsy or unskilled, faced on a day to day basis, it was foes who were admittedly quicker than the giant.

Even with the augments that kept the Phoenix in a condition where they would not stumble and fall from their sheer weight, that allowed them do perform moves that creatures half their height and less would find minor to moderate difficulty performing, this Kel Dor, and others like him, were always dreadful for the Sith to fight. Raptious swung, and swung, and swung, Stormlight cutting through every inch of stone and metal that it struck in place of the Jedi, the humming now a roar and screaming for blood.

The fury built within the heart of the Phoenix, who began grunting in the language of their people. Clacks of their tongue thudded in the air, guttural ripping of basic phonetics streaked across the debris like spiders, and screeches of mixed disdain and blood lust pierced the ears of the injured and the living. It was a disgusting mixture of a language very, very few could know without encountering the Helgardi in person. It was a language of warriors, of dark ancient gods lost to time. It was a language that frazzled the Kel Dor who, in a brief moment, stumbled and fell into the thrusting trajectory of Stormlight. If one looked closely, they could possibly see the cheering forms of the spirits in the metal.

But the blade found no mark and thrust through no flesh. The Kel Dor vanished from sight just before the blade hit and vanished. The rage of Raptious was such that they did not peer into the threads of the Force around them, blind to all but the pure Darkness. Raptious turned and turned, their eyes hidden, but blazing out of their helmet's lenses with bright purple, like spotlights from a tower. Energy crackled under their feet, their hands clenched. This creature, this Jedi had killed their soldiers and had the gall to hide, to fight with the tactics of a coward. This would not stand.

"Jedi! Forty Meters! Your left!"

The words were all Raptious needed in that moment and shifted their sight to the area and extended their hand. The Kel Dor, still hidden from sight, grunted and screamed as the Force gripped him in a vice. The Phoenix, animalistic in their desires, slammed the Kel Dor against the floor until their appeared visible, and then dragged them across the floor, skin shredding against the sharp debris. Lifting them into the air, the Kel Dor met the incensed glaring beams that broke through the lenses of the Sith.

The Demon slid into sight, slithering and snivvling with disdain and arousal at the performance of power and wrath, "Let him see. Let him see your rage personified, Lorale. Let him know. Let him see. LET HIM SEE. LET. HIM. SEEEEEEE!"

"I sentence you to pain unimaginable, Jedi!" the Phoenix screeched, the voice-amplifier of their helmet making the sound carry through the entire arena. "For your crimes, you suffer the depths of insanity! Yai tiggou klo daebrott ag ae klaitaerb daukaert!"

And then, in the span of a moment, the Kel Dor saw something horrific, something beyond what he could comprehend, and let out a single scream of utter terror. And then he fell limp, his lightsaber dropping from his hands and clattering into the arena. Raptious grunted with disgust and subsequently tossed the despaired Jedi into the arena with the others, just as the Sergeant and his surviving two appeared. One would suspect that a normal Imperial soldier would freeze and shudder at the sight, but not these. Not the Sergeant. They knew who Raptious was and they revered them.

This was justice.

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

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar closed his eyes and allowed the world to slip away around him. The mission was near completion and his fellow Sith Lord was midway through felling the final Jedi. With the help of his apprentice, Darth Raptious should have the job taken care of within seconds. Vaulkhar's attention was no longer required, therefore he focused inward. His mind raced with the possibilities the Jedi brought with them to Ord Thoden. They claimed to fight for this planet and its people, but was that the true goal? Surely, the four of them knew it be impossible to hold back the empire's forces. Unless... there was something more? Vaulkhar slowly opened his eyes as the thought dawned on him. As he looked over the arena, he could not help but feel as if he was viewing a much smaller portion of a larger picture.

"Damn," Vaulkhar grumbled under his breath. There would be more to deal with in the coming future and he knew it. His three apprentices had succeeded for the most part, though some corrections would have to be made. Especially if they were going to tackle what loomed before them. The arrival of the Vagabond caught his attention as the domed roof exploded away from the group on the arena floor. Durasteel rained from above, crushing many within the stands that clung to life, though it missed Darth Raptious by a noticeable distance. Vaulkhar pointed up at the ship as it descended to the arena floor. "Come along, our work here is done."

Striding aboard the ship, Vaulkhar tossed one cursory glance over his shoulder to the towering Sith Lord in the stands. An uncomfortable feeling settled on Vaulkhar as a realization came over him. He'd see the Titan again.

When the trio of apprentices finally made it aboard the ship, Vaulkhar motioned for the droid at the helm to depart. The ship ascended quickly before moving to rejoin the main fleet.

"While our mission was an overall success, I cannot help but be disappointed," Vaulkhar set his gaze on the small, pink-haired Sith. "Funami, if you cannot be of use on the battlefield, I will personally return you to your father and ensure your escapades within the Sith are stopped."

Disappointment was visible within his gaze as he looked upon the small child.

"Trayze," his attention moved to the Kiffar. "You did well out there, though in the future lets focus more on finishing the enemies before cuffing them. If you feel they may have information we can utilize, I will not stop you. However, you are in danger when you lower your guard to restrain foes on an open battlefield. Had the Jedi shadow struck you instead, you likely would've perished."

A nod was offered the former detective before Vaulkhar turned to Kalt. The cold exterior diminished somewhat as the hint of a smile pulled at his lips.

"Great work, Kalt. Your quick thinking and actions likely won us the day. For what its worth, you've made me proud to call you my apprentice."

Vaulkhar turned and moved to the cockpit.

"You are dismissed."

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

 

[Elani Zambrano]

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Elani beckoned the new face over with a soft wave of her hand. "We are. Care to join?" she asked. The attendant placed the bottle of liquor on the cart and went to retrieve a seat for the newcomer. When he returned, he brought with him a chair for Anden. "Please, Mr. Fancelo. Sit." she suggested.

Though this was a bit of an obstacle to her plan, she did not show it on her calm visage. It was supposed to be just another easy night of swindling the drunk and horny gamblers then call it an evening. Elani did not forsee another face to come. She should have brought more witches. She did not dwell on the thought for much longer. She'd actually have to play for real this time. Oh well. Maybe it would be fun. Maybe she'd have to kill a man tonight. Only time would tell.

"I apologize for my rudeness. Allow me to introduce myself. Elani Zambrano. Pleasure to meet you." she said to introduce herself. "You have played Naboo Hold 'Em before, yeah?" she asked.

[member="Anden Fancelo"]​

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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Anden stood there for a moment, eyeing each of the men before his question was answered. His attention reverting back over to the woman in red. Once done, an offer was provided. Taking in a sharp breath for a moment, staring at the woman in crimson. A few steps forward were taken, setting his place at the newcomer seat that was provided by the attendant. Adjusting his posture a bit to get more comfortable.

He tried to kept the same facade filled with calm since the beginning. Though deep inside he was steaming with regret. He knows for sure he's surrounded by bad people, and under the influence. How could the situation get worse? He had no idea who the lady in crimson was, perhaps a witch? A religious individual? He shut his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. All he had to do was play.

He just glanced down at the table, pondering what the game might be. Or if he should even consider requesting a beverage.

Once the woman spoke again amidst the silence within the group, Anden raised his head up.

"I apologize for my rudeness. Allow me to introduce myself. Elani Zambrano. Pleasure to meet you."

Anden went still in surprise, his breath just halting for a moment as his eyes zeroed in on her. It all made sense, the robes, the crimson eyes, the cold feeling of dread coming to his spine. A sith. But he was never expecting a descendant of the Emperor. Taking some time for him to generate a response, he gulped and returned with his expression of emotional neutrality.

"It's... a pleasure meeting you as well." He replied quietly. Even giving a poor grin. His composure inside did not match the outside whatsoever. He was honestly afraid, but was he? He was still in the table, sitting there.

Upon asked if he's played Naboo Hold 'Em. He gave a curt nod. "Yes, I have. What's the buy-in?" A stream of confidence from his words. Unexpectedly from him.

Even in a state of fear. He still continued. May the Force be with him.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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[member="Fiolette Raaf"]

Of course she wasn't going to take it easy. There was valuable research work that needed doing and she was going to be doing her work right up until the moment she couldn't anymore... and maybe even after she was stuck in one spot for days. She had begun working on a new personal datapad for herself after all with as many features as she could think of. But that was neither here nor there. The field team she and her engineers had dispatched to where the most recent tectonic activity was occurring had just arrived and they were setting up their experiment.

To the people of this planet, it was a test to see if they could mitigate or dissipate the groundquake effects on their homes... and it would certainly do that. A few seismic charges set off in sequence would divert counter the tremors and the Sith will have saved one of the outlying towns from destruction. What they didn't know was... well another ancient project had piqued her curiosity. Not on the scale the Republic had developed it, but all the same prototypes needed testing.

She felt her wife before she saw her, a smile forming as she arrived with her lunch.

"Thank you luv, just set it over there," Taeli said, gesturing towards one of the few clear places on the desk.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

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With the High Magnate in place, set by the Emperor himself, and with Vaulkhar and his cadre having rid the citizens of Domitree free of its pests. The Sith Empire could finally move into the planet of Ord Thoden, as Elani Zambrano makes her mark at the party the banners of the Empire unfurl. Ord Thoden knelt before the Empire, knowing that resistance was futile. Accepting this, made annexation easier as carriers made their way to the planet with construction droids and legionnaires. The planet would slowly be transformed to the will of the Sith and their ilk, with vassal states clawing for property and rights. It was all part of the greater picture, even Vaulkhar's movements were all part of the greater scheme. Arenas would be used not just for the citizens of Domitree, but for the Sith Lady, Darth Arcanix and her experiments. In the end, the process of annexation could not have been smoother. Still, there would be those on Ord Thoden who would resent their government for bending the knee so easily. They would either remain quiet, or fleet the system moving South beyond the borders of the Sith. Lest they become examples of those who oppose the Sith Imperial rule.

OOC: An objective has been completed, however you are more than welcomed to continue and finish up your stories!

 

[Elani Zambrano]

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Elani gave a small smile when Anden had claimed he had played Naboo Hold 'Em before. To most, it was a poor man's game. Mostly because the rules were so simple a newborn could play. That's mostly why Elani enjoyed it so much. It was looked down upon much like she was some time ago. Plus, the simpleness of it made it even more fun.

"The buy-in is 600 credits, sir." the attendant answered. "If you wish to join, I would suggest doing so now. We've run past the game's start time."

Elani looked over her girls who were still sitting in the laps of the men. The Murakami had started developing a body language in order to communicate with one another in such situations. It was in it's most basic form at the time, but they had developed enough in order to talk with one another this evening. Elani made a few discreet movements of her hands. The witches nodded lightly, showing they understood. They then continued beign entertainment for the gentlemen while keeping their gazes from averting to Anden.

"So, are you in?" Elani asked.

[member="Anden Fancelo"]​

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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Anden listened closely. His eyes tracing over to the men who originally showed visible hostility to the stranger, but now are distracted with the very women that sat on their laps. He reached into his coat and took out a few credit chips. Glancing over them, they were a bit more than six hundred. He picked out some of the chips to get the appropriate amount. No more, no little. A moment of thought was taken during this, and as he always thought.

"Might as well commit." His thought echoed in the mean of a mutter. The last chip was stripped from the hand. He held the 600.

The question by Elani was made.
"So, are you in?"

Anden looked over to crimson eyed woman, locking his pale brown ones onto her. He gave a nod, providing a faint smile and slapping the credits onto the table for the attendant to take. A smirk grew, maybe this will flow well in time.

"Yeah. I'm in." He said. Looking onto the woman in red.

He turned his head over towards the attendant. Requesting. "I'll take a glass of Corellian gold on the rocks, if you have it."

| [member="Elani Zambrano"] |​

 

[Elani Zambrano]

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Elani smirked. "So, we have a game then."

The attendant nodded then began to shuffle the cards. Once they were decently shuffled, he started handeing out cards, one by one, to each of the players. Once each player had 2 cards, the dealer dealt himself his cards. Several games were played. Most of the winnings were split between both Elani and Anden. The other men, as Elani predicted, were much too distracted to make logical choices.

"You're pretty good at this, Mr. Fancelo. It's been quite some time since I've had a challenge such as this one. It's almost invigorating. Refreshing." Elani let out a small chuckle. "Ladies, it is time for us to go. I've gathered what I came for." The other witches immediately rose from the laps of the players and quickly replaced the hoods on their heads before rushing out of the room. "We must ply again sometime, Mr. Fancelo. Perhaps on more exciting terms." Elani stood up from her chair. "Have my funds transferred to my account," Elani asked of the attendant who replied with a soft nod.

"Pleasure having you. We hope to see you again, very soon." Elani bowed gingerly then walked out of the room.

[member="Anden Fancelo"]​

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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Once the game was set to start, Anden got comfortable in his seat and received his beverage only after a moment.

The games played, the two big contenders being Elani and Anden. The others did try but were so distracted by the very women that sat beside or on them. As a new round was being made, Anden would curiously gaze over towards the men, seeing them have that feeling of authority and power. A sense of importance, but it was just a facade.

They were losing for the most part. Once the final game concluded, Anden set his cards onto the table and looked over to Elani. Receiving a commendation from the descendant of Zambrano for being a good player. All he did was just provide a nod, soft smile, and reciprocated compliment in reply.

"You're pretty good yourself, Ms. Zambrano."

The off duty captain went ahead to gather himself a bit. A final sip taken from his beverage which has been refilled once or twice during the games. A brow raised, as he saw the women rise up after they were called. And a thought went to his head: Did she set this up intentionall- Nah... The thought was dismissed, and his gaze was set back to the crimson eyed woman. The idea of playing again was brought up and the somewhat cheery captain couldn't help himself but agree.

"Then until next time. Ms. Zambrano." In his chair, Anden bowed his head in a means of farewell to the crimson eyed woman.

As she left, Anden began to gather his winnings and rolled his shoulders about. Before gifting the lost men a wave.

"Have a wonderful night gents."

He left the room with a smile on his face. Fun was had. And hopefully there was still sometime to have more but with his brothers and sisters of Onyx. As it was intended.

|[member="Elani Zambrano"] |​