The Chiloon Saints (Primeval Dominion of Chiloon Rift)

[Beowoof]

She was not here for the fight. No, she was here for cleanup--which was more like 'collection'.

She sniffed at the odor of the cavern, abhorrent of the repugnant stench of death and insanity that infected these mines. It was a shame how industry had been abandoned for disregard of life. Not that she was a goody two-shoes herself, but the dark young woman realized the value in laborers. What a waste. Someone could have planted food.

She strode through the shadows, her black cloak camouflaging her in the corners of the mine as she progressed towards the deeper darkness. Her lightsaber padded against her hip, but her fencing hand remained lax at her side. She was here for bigger things than to 'prove' her Sith status.

 

[Malok]

Opportunity.

In the world of business, one had to seize opportunity by the horns. The concept was, more or less, an elusive beast that required a firm hand to tame. For those capable, untold advantages could be had...but for the weak, opportunity would always slip away. At present, a certain Sith Lord had decided to seize a golden moment. Having literally been to Hell and back, Darth Metus was now eager to make every moment of the present count...and that meant going where Stargo Defense Enterprises had never gone before.

As such, the depths of hyperspace were disturbed by the arrival of the corporation's Expeditionary fleet. Modest in size and number, it was not powerful enough to stand up to the more formidable nations, but it was and an asset to whatever military operations it assisted. At once, the Sith Lord hailed the forces present. Over the open channel, his voice rang out. One could not be expected to be taken for an ally without announcing intent, after all.

"Be advised, this is the Expeditionary Fleet of Stargo Defense Enterprises. We have come to assist your venture this day in the hopes that business can be discussed at its conclusion. What say you to additional Cannons razing your enemies?"

Straight to the point, as usual.

 

[Ughad]

"I am afraid to say that you've come too late, expeditionary fleet. We've already scared off what rebels there were. I doubt that we will run into anymore conflict for at least the next few hours. It seems, however, that we could use additional soldiers in the station. So it seems the inhabitants have become simple cannibals. I am not, however, the one that you should speak with on pressing matters of trade. Actually, you could assist us. We may not be alone as I like to believe. We need to ensure our security in this nebula for certain. I want a squadron or two of fighters and other patrol craft scouring the nebula for signs of activity. Shields at maximum, this may be an ion storm"

Kadri coughed a few times before speaking again while manually switching his communications to contact with the Deliverance

"Your failure to act is quite.... distasteful, Executor, however, it seems that your plight is either an act of sabotage or it is the effect of an ion storm surrounding us. Now I won't ask again, I want all details of your ship at the time you entered this gravity well."

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The Executor aboard the Deliverance had received the message,

"Grand Exuector Ughad, our ship was drifting towards the station when sub-systems shorted and the engine reactors were damaged by an electrical surge.", they responded. The crew of the Deliverance was actively trying to repair all the damaged systems but without spare parts it was futile. Luckily with [member="Kadri Ughad"] 's appearance they should have the parts they need, regardless of whats in the station. Although that didn't make it easier for Catalys and his fellow agents, who were now being hunted by cannibals.

"Keep pace!", Catalys ordered over intercom. The agent was still walking through the halls, firing upon anything that moved in front of him. Either he was scaring them off or they were planning something... Hopefully the former.

 

[Beowoof]

The mining machines of industrial days past seemed to be untouched as of thirty years prior. Of course, that meant that they were likely not in working order. But they were still completely assembled, and the Sith woman had little trouble getting a grasp of how they worked outwardly. These machines had been created for the purpose of drilling and extracting ores that would eventually be smelted and combined to form duralium and quadranium pellets, the beginnings of rather sturdy and useful metals. She liked useful things.

Activating her commlink, the dark one called in a team of astro droids to bring in this haul of valuable equipment.

Profit.

 

[Darth Vazela]

Vilox Pazela lowered the cowl of his robe, sliding his hands down into his pockets. His posture was that of arrogance, slightly leaning back, as if he was chilling in a breeze. The bridge of the Bastion-class Gunboat was reasonably quiet. The Umbarans had taken to watching the viewing port whilst conducting the menial tasks that were required of them, trying to guess what it was that the Dark Jedi was seeing in the nebula and why he hadn't moved the ship to assist the Primeval, as was expected of him.

His eyes were seeing the Host Lord, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]. His thoughts were on the Umbaran and her abilities. He who would construct a following of Dark Jedi powerful enough to enter the same leagues of the Legions of Lettow and Ajunta Pall's own following. Vilox Pazela envisioned an era of darkness of his own making, one of which this ghost fleet known as the Primeval would conquer all of the galaxy. He would enslave the Sith, destroy the Jedi and crush the Republic.

The Dark Master was a conqueror and his eyes were on the Host Lord. She who would be the first to join the following, where they would together fulfill the promises of centuries of preparation.

 

[Laguz Vald]

The shifter moved in time with [member="Catalys Maijora"], flowing from wall to floor to man like nobody's business. It made xem an unlikely target, and in a place like this, that was an invaluable advantage. Xe kept xir rifle ready at all times, a thousand eyes xe'd sprouted keeping watch of the surroundings, 360° style. That, too, came in exceptionally handy when some of the infected grew brains and tried to ambush them from behind, but the sniper was faster.

With a few well-placed rounds, the deformed creatures fell to the ground, their suffering ended once and for all. Xe was a good shot even without scoping them first, and the ambling humanoids weren't exactly hard to hit at this range. Xe glanced at the agent's holodisplay, wondering how many more corridors they would have to walk down before they reached their goal.

 

[Delyna Karthoys Haymire]

The aspect of helping out the primeval was often a bit complicated. Staying aboard a starship, then receiving a limited amount of information regarding a location the faction wanted to conquer, and being asked to just sort of "help." In some ways it was both casual and almost family-esque, but also very demanding and filled with a certain level of seriousness. Freedom to do as you please but also the requirement of assisting the faction's goals went hand in hand. And although you could limit your freedom a bit, the same could not be set of the other perspective or you would face capital punishment. In either case, these were the people she had accepted as hers, so when she was asked to help them, she would do her best.

This time they were orbiting around not a planet, but a research station. The power of their ship was null, the damage was major. There were hostile vessels about although it would seem their well-timed allies had chased them off. They would still need to be on the look-out, though. Many agents had boarded the target and reports were inconclusive, to say at least. Hostile, mindless once-humans and flickering lights - combined with secrecy and mystery. It was almost impossible to figure out what had been going on at the station and what caused its downfall.

Perhaps she could lessen the burden of the primeval crew onboard the station. With hasty steps she strolled to her room, shutting the door behind her. A white-coated, clean metal bowl was filled with clean water and sprinkled with a pint of salts and a handful of grinded red amethyst dust. A needle was brought to her left index finger and a small drop of blod sent a shudder through the mixture. Then with a calm look on her face she placed her hand around the bowl and chanted. Ingu-Alha-Alfex-Edth-Torah, Tro-Enh-U-Aelfey... And as her voice fell silent she brought the bowl to her lips and consumed its misty-red contents. She fell to her side as her lasts thoughts was the Chiloon station.

 

[Malok]

"I will disperse fighters immediately and dedicate a portion of my vessels to patrol. The remainder will be at your disposal for the duration of this operation. Afterwards, who might I have the pleasure of sitting down with for the purpose of business talks?"

With the inquiry posed, the Sith Lord set about relaying his orders to the Expeditionary fleet. At once, a small swarm of starfighters launched from the Hangar bays, dropships were dispersed to the surface, and a sizeable portion of the fleet moved to patrol. It would only take a matter of minutes for the SDE reinforcements to reach those fighting on the asteroids. A host of droids, numerous in count, swiftly leapt from the dropships and sprang directly into action. It was only a matter of time before the hold outs on the asteroid were subdued.

 

[Laguz Vald]

It was only between breaths that the shifter stayed still, xir form even boiling and ripping to assume something else. It would hurt the eye of whoever tried to track the absurd movements of xir body, the odd angles and otherworldly limbs xe sprouted nothing short of a traumatic sight for any who weren't used to seeing such abominations; and aside from the shi'ido, not many people were.

It was one thing to lay your eyes upon a member of a particularly revolting species, and while disgusting, most could hold their lunch down despite of it. An amalgam of ten different creatures, however, was another matter completely, and if Laguz had a heart, xe would surely pity them.

Currently… currently xe had around three hearts, just to avoid death by stupid in case of a myocardial infarction; with zombies the infected rushing at them from the flickering darkness every few seconds, that was, sadly, very much within the realm of possibility.

"Hey, man," the wall prodded [member="Catalys Maijora"] with its sniper rifle, "what's that map of yours say? How far out are we?"

 

[Marth]

Marth watched at the ever changing figure, narrowing his eyes before putting a hand to his head in an attempt to stop the new headache. Attempting to focus on a quickly moving and changing thing was hardly going to be easy. He rubbed his right temple with his hand, the thing seemed to be on their side so it didn't really matter what it looked like. The lights flickered, bringing the infected in and out of light. Marth blinked, flashing lights didn't exactly help with which vision he was using... He took a breath, his headache finally quelled. The Umbaran then brought up his rifle, attempting to assist in the halt of the mindless.

One quick shot to the first, another to one further back. He was doing alright for one of his first missions. "C'mon, let's get this over with and we can be back in time for tea!" He said chuckling.