The Earth will crack and burn -- [ One Sith vs ACA Dominion of Sev Tok ]

[Remy Singh]

[[100 posts in less then 12 hours way to go]]

Remy had arrived late to the party but she was looking at it all. The destruction and the chaos but also the ship yards being built. From her viewport on the ship she took it all in with a small laugh to herself surprised she wasn't going to be needed while preparin to head in. With the disappearance of the king the purebloods needed new leadership and Mierin was gone as well. A real shame as the hand of the dark lord was a powerful one. "Looks like we arrived late to the party but seems to have been a fun time."

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Mordecai had long since abandoned the possibility of offering these poor souls the chance to surrender. Reports streamed in continuously of ground invasion forces moving in swiftly while facing staunch defenders fighting to the death for every inch of ground before retreating to hastily erected barricades and defenses. While it was the modern age and many buildings were constructed of steel and other metals, wood was always a supplement material that made it look more homey and comfortable. Not to mention that it was very flammable.

Rhaegos was already jetting himself towards the earth with gusto. A snarl erupted from his throat and embers scorched his nostrils, curling around pitch-black scales as if he was breathing lava as opposed to oxygen. The draco emitted a low and guttural growl as the wind currents changed and was forced to alter his wing placement in compensation for the extra friction. Hitting a building and crumbling to the ground when going nearly four hundred kilometers per hour wasn't exactly Mordecai's top choice for leaving this plane of existence, so Rhaegos took care to ensure his safety.

"Raze them and pull up."

His lightsaber was already in hand, blade extended an extra meter or so to officially become a lance of sorts. Rhaegos grunted in approval of the orders and sucked in air like he was coming up from water. The closest tower was probably seventeen stories high and was perfect for a first strike assault. So, Rhaegos let the soldiers, businessmen, and politicians inside behold fiery wrath before the One Sith.

The Arkanian Dragon exhaled pure fire, searing and scathing at the skyscraper. His wings extended completely to slow their descent exponentially as the hurricane of fire cascaded about the structure's form. It crackled and seethed from the pressure and heat, catching fire in every crook and crevice that was unlucky enough. Rhaegos let the building face his crimson doom for a full ten seconds, swathing the entire side of one of the upper floors in fiery regret.

Mordecai almost forgot to breath. It was breathtaking.

One creak, two creaks. Then that half of the building crumbled under wooden-aided supports and toppled, engulfed in flames.

We've arrived, and we mean business.​

 

[Yoru Shakou]

Colonel Mathias III stood silently as he watched over his soldiers, staying next to the Baroness. Motioning with his hand, the pilots of the shuttles nodded. He was a man of efficiency, and as soon as they had made their path clear, two more shuttles approached the building. Each shuttle that arrived carried a compliment of guards and more equipment or workers for the plant. If all things went according to his plan, the Baroness would have a new plant for her company by the dawn of the coming day. In his own way the Colonel was a bid disappointed that he hadn't been allowed to arrive earlier with the Baroness, though he fully understood the trust that she had placed within him.

"It should be ready by tomorrow M'Lady."

The Colonel gave a bow to the Baroness before stepping away. A smile crept upon her lips as the Baroness watched her Fenrir Guard and their Commander working to quickly offload the supply shuttles. The large nexu finally returned to its Mistress' side, still bloody and purring happily that it was allowed to play. With her own smile of contentment upon her lips the Baroness moved towards the edge of the roof, looking down upon the street below. Outside of the building her guards were patrolling the surroundings, moving from building to building and clearing out any stragglers that may have been left.

The Baroness stood silently as the work continued, the Fenrir Guard had also been instructed by the Baroness to assist the One Sith forces, and a few of the squads that had arrived where doing just that, aiding in the round up of prisoners and their processing. The sound of work, repairs and installations could be heard from within the building as workers went to task.

"The first 357-series should be rolling out of this facility within the week."

It was a musing thought to herself as she stood there upon the roof of the building. Her golden yellow eyes moved over the horizon, watching as the fighting was being pushed further away. It was a sorry sight to see though, most of the city before her laying in ruins. She could even make out the form of a massive beast spewing fire off in the distance, and hoped that the rider did not mistaken her activities as anything other than friendly to the One Sith.

 

[Vae]

Vae thinks for a moment watching the woman before he casually shrugs and gestures behind him towards the star port. "Let me and R7 go to the star port and disappear into the galaxy? Not like I am worth killing am I?" His blue eyes remain trained on the woman all emotion void from them simply waiting to hear her reply one hand still resting on the hilt of the vibrosword. R7 was still rolling down the street towards the star port its goal to turn on the ship and prepare it to leave the planet. [member="Lady Exedō"]

 

[Raziel]

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OOC/ Well that was zerged before I could even post! Who wants to come and play in space-Afghanistan ?
[member="Barkt Melan"]
[member="Rhoujen"]
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[member="Salem Norongachi"]

Raziel walked through the collection of squad. Small, four-man teams well-armed and trained by Abrion Special Forces. He was…concerned. The One Sith had an information sharing agreement with Abrion Intelligence, but it seemed such an agreement hadn’t stretched to disclosing an invasion near their borders.

The Sith forces had smashed the hasty defences that had been arrayed before them, and sent the bulk of the enemy into a route will little trouble. If they were allowed to march on quickly, Raziel had a deep worry that they may look to the worlds of the ACA and decide that continuing their momentum through the South Systems would be an attractive target. Those worlds were prosperous Techno Union centres, and moving around that territory would encircle the Republic.

The experienced operative had no interest in allowing the Sith the cut through this sector with ease. An interesting consequence of the geological activity was that the terrain was, in some regions, full of rocky outcroppings, mountains and – more importantly – deep tunnel networks. Even in the face of orbital bombardment, deep rock could absorb a monumental amount of turbolaser fire. It was time to turn this conflict into a series of drawn out skirmishes. The Sith themselves would soon tire of chasing down rebels groups and would find more interesting work elsewhere in the Galaxy: hunting Jedi for instance.

And so he’d worked with the military to hatch a plan when the Sith invasion had become apparent. They’d been shipping in weapons, common equipment difficult to trace back to them. Blastec infantry weapons, ground-to-air launchers. Spynet operatives had been in the region for days showing the locals how to produce crude systems that could effectively jam Sith communications.

The northern regions would become a hell for the poor Sith troops left to hold this world. Raziel shouldered the blaster carbine he’d brought with him. No armour or equipment marked him out as an Abrion operative, and he was dressed in the same camouflage as the local special forces. It was time for the first test for this cell. An enemy gunship had been downed nearby and an infantry column was moving up to rescue. With a nod to the nearest local, they moved out, keeping to the shelter offered by the rough terrain, heading out to prepare their ambush.

 

[Faye Terrik]

Allies: [member="Vrag"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]
Objective: Report findings

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In the distance, three blaster shots blitz off in rapid succession, but the ricochet of hitting a nearby surface didn't follow it. Holding her breath, Faye peered over the rocky outcrop once more to see two figures. One was what was left of the sniper, and the other held a burgundy lightsaber. Xhexania had followed through with the request. In a moment of relief, Faye let go of her breath she had been holding. She approached the datapads once more, hoping to find them intact. They were.

She glanced around the area, looking for Vrag, the commander of the group. Presumably, she had taken cover as well. It took her a moment, but she found her. "Here's what came up on the datapad," Faye said as she parted a bang out from infront of her face. She detached the cable from her own piece of tech and handed her the other datapad. It was completely decrypted, holding a few maps of the layouts and garrisons. It would be hard to tell how up-to-date the garrisons were at this point, with the utter decimation that the Sith had brought to the planet. The only point of interest, besides the city, was a small armory and barracks a couple of kilometers away. But Faye was not a tactician. She was a slicer, there may have been something in the maps that held greater important to Vrag than what Faye expected.

Something caught the corner of Faye's eye, in the sky. It was not a starfighter, but rather a dragon. Several thousand feet above them, moving in the direction of the city. While Vrag inspected the information, the teenager rubbed her own jaw and muttered an idle thought, "That must be Master arriving." The dragon was not the give away, though. Instead, it was the faint glimpse of his aura as the beast flew past. She kept her eyes focused on the dragon, speaking once more to her leader; "So what's the plan? An Arkanian Dragon makes for one hell of a support.." She cracked a smile, before looking down at where the sniper was, curious of where the other girl now was.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Allies: @Vrag | @Mordecai Zambrano | @Darth Venefica | [member="Faye Terrik"]
Objective: Crush the Holdouts

Terror.

There was nothing better to utilize when forcing a planet into submission than absolute terror, true brutality. Each lesson from Darth Vornskr was truly enlightening and every word Braxus hung on to. They were almost like the same individual in many ways, with their blackened hearts and sociopathic tendencies. The Dominion of Sev'Tok would be one of his first major experiences of war under the guidance of Darth Vornskr. The infamous Sith Lord was far too busy to have a direct presence in the dominion, and so he sent his apprentice as his representative, his word and will.


Braxus and his squad of soldiers were quite possibly the most iconic representative of Darth Vornskr, considering all of his men were a squad of the elite Blackblade Guard. Vornskr's Butchers they were called and Braxus wouldn't dare tarnish their reputation by being anything less than he normally would, a Butcher. The landing on the surface was rough but unified in number the One Sith progressively crushed the defenses.

They descended on all sides and on all fronts, even in the cities of Sev'Tok they popped up. The cities would feel the apex of Braxus's rage he thought. The soldiers of the enemy began forming holdouts he had heard over the comms, and were now slowly pulling back to escape the wrath of the One Sith. The Sith Acolyte had developed his own way of luring these soldiers out of hiding. They moved down a city block a far distance away from where they had landed, the streets in the wake of the Sith had sent civilians in a panic trying to scatter to and fro, to hide themselves.

Braxus held a man up in the air with one hand, while he disembowled the man with his lightsaber in the other. He sighed with content at the mans cries of pain and as the presence of life slipped away shortly after. Alpha Squad stood around him and opened fire down the block at their commanders orders, much to their pleasure and content. It was a slow march down the street that was now filled with a mass of bodies, crashed and destroyed vehicles, and raging fires. Braxus would go building to building he thought, a particularly large holdout was present on this road and he would find it, wherever they were hiding.

The Sith Acolyte looked toward a large office building, a four story structure with a sign that read 'Armax Associates', its double doors shut and most likely sealed. He moved quickly towards the building with his lightsaber still drawn and ignited, life had been extinguished on the open street due to their devastation, and now the rats were hiding in their holes. He took cover on the right side of these doors and his squad formed up along the wall behind him. "Place the charges." He ordered.

A soldier rushed up from behind, carrying a large square object with a circular sphere set on the front, placing it firmly on the center of these doors. He pressed several buttons on the breaching charge before moving back into place in the formation. Five, Four, Three, Braxus counted down in his head as the charges ticked down towards detonation. The acolytes unique and powerful racial senses as an anzati allowed him to feel the life essences of the many people inside, and now their time has just run out.

The powerful explosion rocked the side of the building, sending most of the debris and shrapnel inside while the shockwave stunned those in the immediate vicinity of the door. Braxus charged forward in front of his squad, his senses alert and ready to act as a shield against blaster fire for his soldiers. But inside he found no blasters, but civilians. A crowd of people most of which looked fresh of the street had gathered, probably ten to twelve people alone still shaking off the effects of the blast. Braxus scored first kill as he ruthlessly cut down a women so disoriented she practically walked into his lightsaber. Just as he moved to cut down a man attempting to flee with the panicked crowd, Alpha Squad opened fire.

The precise aim of the deadly soldiers sent blaster fire surging into the room, cutting through the civilians like a hot knife through butter, the people only taking a few steps at most before being cut down in the carnage. "The essence of life is not extinguished...more rats hide from us.." Braxus said.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Janus"]

She wondered what Master Vanilla, no, Master Shule would say in a situation like this. Instead of a Jedi knight coming to defeat two Sith Lords it was a Jedi padawan coming to help a Sith Lord (begrudgingly so and kind of against her free will) and she was STILL going to get kicked out or beaten up.

Gray-blue eyes widened with interest instead of fear at the droid. "Is that a TA1 series? Wicked cool. Did you know you can change the color of their eye beam sensors?"

Stretching out a thin hand and gnawing on her lower lip, she technopathed the droid so its eye beam glowed a bright purple. "And they totally have the functioning to move just a little faster..." Voice trailed off from her geek-rant as she made eye contact back with the sentient.

"I'm Spark Finn. Please don't throw me off this ship. The voice of the dark lord probably wouldn't be happy about that." Although, he probably wasn't happy with her already, but Darth Janus didn't need to know that. "Like I said, I'm here to help you."

Whether I want to or not.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Janus went from sixty percent annoyed to zero in approximately three-point-five seconds. Both TA1s stopped in their tracks at his mental command, but that didn't stop the unaltered one from becoming rather inquisitive over his counterpart's change in eye color. It released one hand from the blaster rifle it held, tapping the other droid's purple eye. It said something in binary, probably along the lines of "how did you do that?" to which the other one replied "do what?"

Maybe Janus was lazy when it came to memory-wiping his droids. There were thousands on this ship. He hardly had time to get to all of them.

He benignly regarded the two squabbling robots, then the interloping Spark Finn. He had no idea the Jedi employed Mechu Deru or even had the wisdom to consider it. A good thing the Voice of the Dark Lord had captured this one and... Sent it to do errands. It was probably Carach, but if this Jedi could do technometry, he intended to keep it.

"Very well then, Spark Finn. Why don't you tell me how you learned to do that?"

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Advancing towards the Armory
ALLIES: [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Braxus Enoreth"]

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Ugh. Snipers. Vrag dove for cover as the bolts continued to rain down on them and let out a string of curses when one of the shots almost hit home. She fell into a low crouch behind some busted machinery along with a few of her soldiers, momentarily safe from the sharpshooter's fire. Whatever danger the enemy presented, however, was quickly dealt with when the Dagobah Sith set her sights on the man, and the firrerreo felt a pang of sympathy for the opponent as the woman executed him with the classical shiak. Oh, well. It was either him or them, and Vrag would never apologize for being alive.

With the coast clear the Knight leapt over the piece of metal she'd been using as cover, her blue eyes scanning the corpses for anything useful. She liked to live by the principle 'Better safe than sorry', and having something else to back you up in case a lightsaber was out of the question was decidedly on the 'safe' side. That's why she hummed with approval when she spotted a nasty looking blaster rifle and grabbed the weapon with alarming enthusiasm, swinging it over her armored shoulder.

Just then the slicer approached her again, presenting the Sith with her findings. Vrag shared the succinct report with Darth Venefica as well while she showed her the maps Terrik had decrypted. "Nice work," she nodded to the Acolyte and offered her a small smile, even though the woman most probably wouldn't see it behind the darkened transparisteel of her visor. Her eyes followed Faye's pointing finger and a full-on grin blossomed on her face at the sight.

"Lord Zambrano," she chuckled into her comlink, her gaze still glued to the giant black beast in the sky. "This is a nice surprise," Vrag continued, ordering one of her men to report that Zulu 13 had been cleared. The other squads were dealing with the last remnants of the shore resistance, but to the best of the firrerreo's knowledge, the beachhead had been fully established. "We'll be moving to capture the enemy's armory and cut off their supplies. Can we count on your air support, brother?" Her head turned to the gaping entrance of the fortress at the sound of revving engines and she motioned for team Zeta to rejoin the rest of their detachment. They had arrived from their original LZ with a number of armored vehicles, most of which had mounted machine guns on their roofs. Perfect, Vrag thought as she moved towards the waiting transport.

"You coming with?" she called out to Darth Venefica as she settled in the back of one of the trucks.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Sophie Gustav"]

"Lady Arcanix, the shipyard is having its final modules installed," a technician said, running up to the Sith woman as she surveyed the expansion and strengthening of the beachhead in this area. Already several barracks and security cordons had been established, along with a makeshift landing pad.

"Excellent, when will ships begin streaming out of the yard?" she asked, handing another datapad off to a runner to deliver to another command post.

"With three days, all starfighter capabilities will be up and running, by the end of next week, full capabilities will be functional and ready to begin building the largest ships," he replied promptly.

"Very good, continue appraising me of the situation," Taeli said, turning back to another runner coming her way with some other message or request. Sev Tok had fallen incredibly rapidly and she hoped her apprentice was having fun wiping out any holdouts she encountered.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

After the enemy defenses were broken Sophie had lead her men further into their territory and, what alsmot seemed like one grand sweep of power, had begun to take down one small hovel after another. Soldiers and warriors from both sides clashed and fired their weapons at each other in flurries of dazzled lights. Sophie, among the carnage, had drawn her lightsaber and used it for both defensive and offensive means. Cutting down troopers, blocking and bouncing off blaster shots, tossing it into the throng of enemy soldiers to chop them down like weeds. And the entire time Sophie had a sense of pride and power behind her.

Even during the last invasion that sith had commenced Sophie was only in a ship, commanding from afar most of the time. Now she was in the heat of battle, throwing everything she had into taking yet another post the enemy was trying to secure. All of it was grand for her. Using the powers of the force to choke and electricute and freeze people where they stood. even her fellow soldiers could see she was becoming a power hungry monster for carnage as she fought.

There had cme a point where more enemy troops had been called in to help those at one of the posts, one that was almost already the Sith's. Sophie, sensing the coming over over a dozen troops, told her men to stand back. As the enemy soldiers came Sophie stood and held her arms out, focusing as her shadow soon began to grow larger. And from it sprang what seemed like a swarm of crows, all familiars created by Sith alchemy and blakc magic. They flew out and attacks the soldiers, pecking and scratching and cawing at the men screamed and tried to shoot at them.

As she wacthed Sophie's eyes almost seemed to brun with a passion at the sight.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Moving toward the Armoury

Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Braxus Enoreth"], Nightshade Squad



Darth Venefica, recently granted a promotion to Knight, turned her eyes skyward and saw a dragon overhead. She would have been shocked to see such a majestic creature flying but that shock was already exhausted when she had witnessed a Sith Lord ride one into battle back on Mannan. Still, she was fascinated by the beautiful creature. She shook her head, tearing her eyes from the beast, and jumped from the rooftop in time to see the Acolyte, Terrik, meet up with Knight Vrag. Darth Venefica casually walked to the pair keeping both her eyes and senses open for another surprise. She had cursed herself for failing to detect the sniper, a blame she cast on her over excitement for battle. In the future she would restrain from allowing such an emotion to override her sense for survival. Carelessness was reserved for the dead and she was better than that. How tragic would it be for her to get killed so shortly after reaching Knighthood she thought. "Not as tragic as you think," the female Bothan's voice mocked.

Scanning over the map and listening to the report from Vrag, it appeared that they would be moving to take the armoury from the clutches of their enemy. "Yes indeed. Well done," she said nodding her head slightly toward Terrik. While Vrag established contact with Lord Zambrano, she turned to address one of her troopers that moved to join them. The trooper announced the squad's casualty report. Six dead, three wounded. It turned out to be not as bad as she first suspected but without the arrival of Vrag and her squad those numbers would have been much higher. "Ready the squad to move out," Darth Venefica ordered just as the sounds of approaching vehicles could be heard. At least they wouldn't have to foot it to the armoury.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," she replied to Vrag as she jogged over to one of the vehicles and hopped on. "Let's go and see what goodies await us."

 

[Yoru Shakou]

Location: Securing Magrath Industries Site
Allies: Colonel Mathias III (NPC)


The Baroness remained on the roof for a time, looking down at the otherwise destroyed city around the building that she had claimed for her company. That small smile though slowly turned into a wicked flash of a grin when she turned to the colonel, motioning for him to join as the large nexu had curled up and decided to take a nap. Her eyes moved over the small town, or what was left of it. Many of the buildings were gone, and there were only a few standing that seemed to be sprawled out around the central building. The noise of construction and reinforcing was heard from within.

"Colonel. Have the Fenrir Guard secure the remaining standing buildings that could be still usable. I think we've just found ourselves a complex."

Without a word the Colonel saluted to the Baroness before moving towards his subordinates. The order went out, and soon enough the Fenrir Guard were moving from house to house, or at the least those that remained. For the most part it was clear that had there been anyone left, they had gone before they had even arrived. There was only a few engagements, though they were one sided in favor of the Fenrir Guard. What few soldiers remained were either wounded, had no fight left in them, or where the kind that charged at danger without thinking (in which case they were cut down without a second thought).

The Baroness remained at her perch atop the building, watching as her guard pushed through the remaining buildings. What few prisoners they captured would be shipped off towards the nearest One Sith Army unit to be dealt with. The Baroness and the Fenrir Guard for that matter weren't interested in prisoners. After all, she already had more than enough employees to draw upon that would be willing to relocate to Sev Tok.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

There were a few constants in the galaxy, but there was only one constant that truly mattered at this point in time. It was the fact that the Sith would always win, sooner or later, you might push them back, you might set them back a step or two, maybe even cause them to flee into the shadows, but in the end it was an exercise of futility. Because sooner or later they would return and take back that which was theirs, probably.

The Royal Guards had secured the temple, the resistance was sent in a root and for the time being the planet was theirs. [member="Reverance"] received an encrypted feed containing most of the relevant data pertaining the testing of the suit, pressure, weak points, energy problems, that foul odour.

Carach was standing in the vaults of the temple, watching his guards packing up the various sealed artifacts, archives and other trinkets into sealed boxes before moving them out of the vicinity into private transports. Pebbles raining everywhere, life was good.

In the back of the vaults was a pedestal with a floating stick, the Sith Lord frowned as he walked towards it, snatching it from the air after making sure there were no traps involved with the Force. He could feel the spiritual energy coming from it, the spirits had never been his territory, but he held enough knowledge to know the artifact for what it was.

A focus staff of some kind, used by shamans to concentrate their mind better towards the spiritual world. Or that which they interpreted to be the worlds of spirits. It was an interesting tool, but not something he really needed, wanted or coveted in any kind.

Turning around his eye caught the ewok who had been fighting for their cause, his guards had shared with him the furiousity of the fight and the gauntlets flying everywhere. It seemed the little beast was intelligent enough to offset his little stature.

‘Catch.’ the Sith Lord simply said, warning [member="Warok the Defiler"] before throwing the staff at him. ‘I have heard you have carried yourself well, brother. The Dark Lord will be pleased.’

Then his other eye caught [member="Qun Vell"].

Awkwardly in the huge armor, blood splattered across it, he had proven himself perhaps even more than Warok. For his beginnings had been vastly different from the Ewok.

‘You have served me well, my Apprentice.’ Carach said, just a smudge of pride tainting his speech. ‘You may name a boon.’

 

[Spark Finn]

On board [member="Darth Janus"]' ship


Step One: Don't get tossed out of the airlocks.

Check.

Step Two: Maintain a certain amount of ambiguity around a master's name. A fellow sith was just as likely to impale another's student because they DID know of said master ([member="Darth Carach"]) with those mesmerizing eyes. This was NOT the temple cafeteria.

Check. (Not impaled yet)

The teen squared off her bony-shoulders as she faced the Sith Lord, like the action would give her more presence than the limits of her physical size allowed. "The holo web and space tube," she dead panned. That was fifteen percent true. The rest, she just kind of saw and sensed through the light side. It's why slicing was so easy for her. But how do you describe that to someone who might snap your neck at any moment for sounding like a cocky 2.0 iComm programmer???

Though the used the light side now, she imagined her master would want her to jump into the darker side of the pool soon. The thought made her freckled face frown, slightly.

"Did you want my help or not?"

 

[Barkt Melan]

Location: Hyperspace, Fifteen minutes from Chroma Zed
Objective: Supply militia with non-descript weapons and other supplies (Gunrunning)
Allies: [member="Raziel"], Any other ACA or resistance people.

All was well for the Bothan in the cockpit for now. The ship, an open market vessel and a good seller at that, was good enough to make the trip, although it was modified. Slightly. Smuggling compartments of various sizes and shapes were installed and filled with anything from food surplus to spice. There were other things, crates of weapons and explosives. The Mara Corridor, while it wasn't quite where he needed to go, had allowed him to make good time from the starting point of Ryloth. He had emptied and refilled supplies on and off, But he hadn't had a problem yet. All was going well.

And then they dropped out of hyperspace early.

His retainer, an agent dressed as some lowlife from Tatooine, rushed into the cockpit. "What happened?"

Looking out the viewpoint, he noticed a planet. "Seems the Navicomputer is miscallibrated. Minor setback, that's all." He sighed, typing into the navigational charts. "I'll see where we are and plot routes from there. Would you mind running a diagnostic and see the damage done? I need to know when we need to repair." As she did, he studied the charts. As good as he could tell, this was Torolis. Not the best, but a problem.

"Hyperdrive damaged. May be able to jump to Chroma, but it's risky." The agent replied. She looked up. "Continue on?"

He shook his head. "We'll stop here for repairs. I assume that works?" She nodded. "Good. Let's get this done as fast as possible."

"No need to tell me that." She replied. It seemed he wasn't the only one who was scared of the Spynet. Interesting.

It seemed the ACA government, once he gave them the specs to the hyperdrive, could repair it, but the price was steep. This was a colony, and not one with too many resources at their disposal. He may have to expand here sometime soon. But that wasn't a problem.

"I'm not sure I have that kind of money right now. Could I offer a trade?" He asked the mechanic in Bothese, who gave him a sideways look.
"What do you have in mind?" He asked, his dialect a bit rougher and drawn out from what he was used to.
"I can offer enough food to feed you for a year."
The old bothan smiled. "That would work."

Nodding, he turned back to the ship. "Tallia, pull out the shipment from Rishi." She obeyed, albeit grudgingly. He would need to explain later. Looking over the crate, the mechanic smiled.

"That'll do nicely." The mechanic said. "So where are you headed? I hear there's fighting on Kashyyyk. 'Docians trying to mess around, Wookiees got sick of it."

"May have to swing by there, then." He said As the mechanic winked. Hmm. Checking his nameplate, he memorized it. "We'll be back in an hour." And with that, they were left to their job. He and Tallia, walking to the town, spent the time looking around.

Once they were alone, she asked if he knew the man.

"Not personally. He was in my dad's network. Name matches the database." She nodded. They would make it back in time, but the window may be tight.

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"We're here." He said over the loudspeaker, summoning the other humanoid to the cockpit as he looked out over Sev Tok. "Let's hope this works."

 

[Reverance]

Location: Random City
Objective: Crush said city
Allies: One sith, [member="Darth Carach"]

Theme:

Spoiler

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

Tears of blood wept from enameled stone, the overflow trickling down from the steps to the capital building as the Goliath walked up the surface, a conqueror upon such fragile world. Beneath his weight, steps of marble flattened into pink dust of mild sanguine stone. Before him, the building of his desire. White columns of Gothic ornate decoration and flippant design lifted the building of governance high above the city that surrounded it, top rounded in a brass finish. Before him, stone doors, etched in the words of the people that once resided here, remained the last bastion for those who sought refuge in the most structurally sound location. An outstretched hand drug the hammer behind such massive example, the clash of metal and stone a muffled trumpets elongated blast, sounding his arrival. As he neared the doors, nearly 20 feet in height and double as wide as he stood, he pressed the sole of the armored foot against the structure. He could feel it, the resistance and bolts locked tight. It wouldn't stop him, he but needed to push. And he did, the servos and pistons firing with extreme prejudice as he crashed forward and through. The building trembled in his presence and in the coming time, it would fall to it's knees. He but needed to persuade it.

The building opened up in grand gestures, polished marble beneath his feet and the sight of rats scurrying from his sight. His left arm extended out, firing the remaining two grenades in strafing manner towards wholesale groups of individuals, once garnished in professional ware and now seared to a crisp. The reloading mechanism shifted in the shoulder, feeding another three rounds in preparation for continued fire. Turning to his right, the armor crashed against the small hallways that resisted such violations. Powering on the thrusters, the Sith Lord carved out an image of his own in the destruction left in his wake, the shape of his figure a modification to the newly renovated hallways. The thrust pushed him through a small set of wooden doors, blasting them from hinges as he powered down the thrusters and gripped the hammer in a fierce two handed clench. From his side, the engines powered on and sent the hammer flying in a horizontal arch that felled the wall before clobbering into running civilians. What was left of them was not much to speak of, unless viewed from an artistic point of view.

A courtroom, the Sith realized, as he paused to view the rows of wooden chairs and the metal barricade that now defied his will. Behind it, the judges pedestal and several armed men with well aimed rifles. Around them, the innocent preened for a view of their new God, clad in armor and malice. Gabriel merely laughed before holding the hammer across him. A single bolt released from rifle and smacked against the shaft, deflecting skyward and burning a brown hole into the relatively untarnished ceiling. "Give up now..." There was no other offer. It didn't much matter to him whether they listened or not, such things were not his concern. He was on a mission, one that wouldn't be stopped by the futile weapons of a city that could not hold him.

 

[Qun Vell]

As the bloodshed with the saber-weilders ended Qun noticed that their was a teddy bear fighting with him. Just punching things with magnificent power. He looked at the creature a bit oddly, trying to discern if it was real or not as the image blurred a bit. He then saw his master talk to the beast and throw him a stick, and then decided he was real.


"You cun fite lil teddy." He said and leaned down to pet at the ewok with his overly-large power-armored hands. "When this battle is done I'll show ya Beshalisk Ale and you can show me the Teddy shpirits." He said, eager to figure out what the drink of choice was for the midget bear creature. Carach didn't stop at the ewok however, telling Qun that he done well. Calling him apprentice once again. Telling him to name a 'boon'. It took him a second to remember what a 'boon' was but the drunk eventually got it, and his answer was quick.

"I want a bottle of Selkath Kelp Whiskey." He said to his master. He'd heard tale of it before, and had always wanted to try it, but after the invasion of Manaan, which he unknowingly participated in, circulation of the product had run remarkably dry.


[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Isar]

The Ewok caught the staff in a gauntleted hand, staring at it for a moment.

"Mmmm. Chak. Thank you, Wolf-Eyed Lord."

Then exerted his will, channeling it through the staff and onto the remaining Reanimated that stood behind him, grim spectres of gory death. He willed their spirits to be free. As one, the bodies gave up the ghost and fell with sickly thuds.

A sudden, enormous hand enveloped Warok's head, stroking his fur. The Ewok stood completely still until it was over.

Black, beady eyes turned to stare at [member="Qun Vell"].

"Ok."



[member="Darth Carach"]