The Galactic Alliance Dominion of Belsavis

[Marcello Matteo]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Marcello folded his arms across his chest as the entity continued to spew a bunch of drivel that still wasn't doing anything to prove its worth. There was a part of the Rogue Master that thought perhaps such an old entity might hold some useful knowledge or insight. Even if Marcello somehow struck a deal whereby the World Razer was released to devour Sith worlds, he was positive the entity would not stop there. Whatever idealistic hope he'd clung to before crossing the threshold into this chamber was all but gone now. "I see. Well it's been nice chatting. You have a good time being imprisoned for all eternity."

A false smile and the Naboo native turned to depart the chamber casually.

Curiosity sated.

 

[Ayme Katash]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

The heat that Ayme had been feeling slowly creeping up her calf muscles now slammed into her cheek as she collided with the rocks. The beasts had taken advantage of the Terentatek's brutal attack to rally to its cause. Ayme directed the soldiers as best she could between getting what had to be an impressive number of concussions. Pain shot through her abdomen and she looked up sharply with a frown. She could see her Master send [member="Abel"] across the threshold and the Terentatek howl loud enough to make her wince.

"Well...crap." Ayme swallowed her emotions down hard as she climbed to her feet.

"Hey you!" She motioned to the nearest Soldier and vaguely recognized him. "Get everyone who is still standing and hold this position. You here me? Nothing gets past you to that bridge...for now."

Receiving a committed grunt and nod Ayme took off at a run, dodging the last vestiges of the beasts between her and Voidstalker. The Terentatek took a slight pause in his grandstanding to eye the new arrival as one would examine a buffet for the best choice of food knowing it would cause indigestion regardless.

"We need to take out that bridge, then big nasty go boom, right boss?"

 

[Léon]

[Theme]

The Carrion Company were mean't to arrive on Belsavis three hours ago, but they never arrived. Their signal was dead, and no emergency beacons were dropped. Their ship lay just beyond the system. Léon was the acting commanding officer of Task Force Nighthawk when the ships engines failed, and power ceased. The immense carrier catapulted out of hyperspace with a lethal trajectory towards an asteroid belt. The intercoms were initially operating via backup generators, navigational officers reporting that a fatal collision would commence in three hours if the engines did not come back online. When maintenance crews were sent to inspect the engine, they never reported back. Soon after the intercoms went silent, lights failed. The ship was left in darkness.

"Oh god, oh god, Oh GOD!" someone was screaming down the corridors. Léon turned his head, but the attempt was futile - there was only darkness. His hands clenched the handrails beside the hallway as he slowly inched his way forward. His heart was pounding like a wardrum, and the sound of running footsteps was getting closer. He craned his neck to peer out a viewport, twinkling stars in the distance, somewhere out there was Belsavis - help. He felt like he was drowning, he should never have left Kesh. What was he thinking? What had he gotten himself into?

Then he saw it, a flash of blinding light. He squinted, hands shielding his vision from harm. Footsteps were louder, and then he heard something else. It didn't sound right, like pieces of wet meat slapping against the ground. It was squishy and the hairs on his nape stood on end. The light was getting closer, and he saw the human, a fellow operative. He was crying out of help, shining his flashlight on Léon now. When he woke he hadn't found his translator in the darkness, he had no idea what the man was saying.

A large shadow formed up behind the mercenary. There was a quick streak of movement, something grabbed the trooper from behind, hurling him back into the darkness. His bloodcurdling screams filled the corridor, a gasp of air and then horrible silence. Léon reached for his hilt, setting the blade free from its scabbard. The sound of metal on leather felt too loud, but he knew it was whisper quiet. His senses were telling him to run, but he needed that flashlight. He made a dash for the torch..
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Horror Objective: Survive
[member="Arlan Zy'rosh"] | [member="Yun Knesos"]
1/37

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Abel"]

"I was hoping..." Jacen said, edging backwards. A claw swiped for him. He backed off and lashed out. The terentateks animal intelligence had made it cautious for a moment. Jacen had come at it with blinding speed.

"It would be...more like...scream...scream, gurgle," he grunted between dodges and stabs to try and keep it at bay. He didn't have much time, soon it would realise it could just throw all its weight on him and suffer a minor graze in exchange for smearing Jacen all across the bridge.

It occurred to him that in the cold logic of the trance he may very well have sacrificed Abel. In that split second decision he had sent the Padawan towards the temple, not back towards help on the other side of the bridge. Jacen had known that if he'd sent Abel that way, the beast might have followed the scent of blood. If the terentatek reached the far side before they blew the bridge, it would have made it into the tunnels and they'd lose many more trying to bring it down.

But if they blew the bridge and Abel was dying on the far side...What would they do?

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Raph Tritum"] [member="Loske Matson"]
SPACE!
18/37

[ I see them ]

[Cut left, I’ll take the leader. Choli - up on my wing. Keep your canons hot! ]

Things were going crazy.

R2-D4 wailed in her ear, and truth be told, Choli felt all sorts of twisted nerves in her belly. She was no starfighter pilot, but she had experience flying for testing them for maintenance before.

That had to count for --

A strafe of fire coming from starboard side made Choli's eyes pop in alarm.

[ ROGER!]

Jittering, she kept along Loske's wing, avoiding getting blasted out of the sky. The girl was still new to the Force, but her training under the Warden and Jannik served her well.

[ Let’s stomp these pawns and get in as close to the capitals as possible.]

Tiny little blips in her sensors bloomed. More TIE fighters, and heading straight at the X-Wings. Her HUD brought up one TIE as it headed their way. Okay. Okay.. I can do this.

Sweat beaded her face, trickling down her temples and rolled down her neck. Green bolts came flying their way, and Choli followed Loske's lead. A bank to the right and then she straightened, her thumb sending a stream of fire right at the TIE.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective E - Belsavis
Post 2/37

"Well that was just disappointing," she sighed, emerging from the Eternity Vault with a scowl. There had been nothing worth even trying to study in the chamber. Whoever had raided it and then the thousands of years of volcanic activity had destroyed anything that might have records or historical data. Who in their right mind built a prison with an open volcanic cave in the back?! That made no sense to her at all.

Grumbling under her breath, she got back in her ship to see what was going on in the system. Fighting was still going on against what reports were saying were some sort of zombie, she always hated those. Space was a kurfuffle of activity still, based on her still seeing both GA and First Order symbols on the system map. Hmm what should she do?

Well, she didn't expect the First Order to remain in system much longer, and maybe actually getting this system fortified might be a good idea. She technically didn't have any authority to order defenses, she didn't have a rank within the GA military or New Jedi Order besides being a Master, but she could send recommendations to the commanders of the military. Pulling up a message system, she sent a few messages to GA military leaders that having some orbital defense platforms in the system might just be a good idea, and maybe even some ground emplacements.

 

[Joy]

Objective B

The telekinetic kick sent the padawan flying, stomach leaking crimson streams as he fell. The body hit the far side of the bridge with a wet thud and rolled, resting near the very edge of the causeway. Below, the lava falls roared, a steady stream of hellish magma.

Warm blood puddled beneath him, an expanding tide that soaked the front of his shirt. His Jedi cloak lay spread out around him like a funeral shroud. Abel gave a croak of pain, barely conscious, aware of nothing but agony and unbearable heat from below. An ocean of red and black, boiling, frothing.

Was this hell?

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Ayme Katash"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

10/37
Objective: C

As she was taken away for some medical treatment, due to the gas inhalation. As she taken back fresh air, her housecarls pressed on, they head down the tunnel. They soon came to another, area this was full stasis chambers. A rather large Esh-Kha turned to face them, as he did he throw a grenade at them. They were in power armour, and could not get out the way. As ion grenade exploded, it encompassed the first lot who came in through the door. However only one of the suits malfunctioned, as it hit at point blank range. The rest had shielding to protect them from it, though he took a full belt of it. His hud stop working and he was trapped inside his powerarmour unable to move. The others then went to protected him, though they did have bit of static on their view screens. Though with a Thul Reaper this made little difference, they just sprayed prayed the area. Stasis chambers started getting churned up, as the biggest Esh-Kha Ran for his life.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Objective: Detour. New objective - avoid mutation and/or excruciating death.
Post: 7
Allies: [member="Avalore Eden"]

She floated, cradled by warm, heavy blackness. Away from the terror of the sea of the blood. The pain of her wounds. The Jedi and their foul, mutated enemies.

Not her fight after all - was it?

Smuggler, mercenary, killer. These were the titles that rested easily on her shoulders.

A cold breeze stirred.

It rippled out the depths of the pitch and across her awareness. Not an unpleasant cold but the nip of a crisp winter's morning, with the power to sharpen a man's senses to knife point.

Trix breathed deeply, felt the chill tinge her throat, the tips of her ears, the length of her fingers. The sense of her body, a flickering, vague outline, settled in her mind.

The pitch around her recoiled as she withdrew. It caressed at her phantom limbs, beckoned her, wrapped her in glowing affection.

Come...come.

The perception of her body faltered. Heat suffused her, drawing her back into its heavy embrace.

Sleep...sleep.

As if sensing Trix's faltering resolve, the icy breeze stirred again, whipping through the cloying darkness. No longer a gentle breeze but the swirling eddies of a winter storm. A cleansing, scorching, snap of air that scoured deeply at the soul.

Warmth and chill, dark and light, the two forces cracked against each other, fought for her attention.

Come...sleep...

The shadow reached out one last time in desperation. It promised her peace. It promised her sleep. An end to her suffering. Most people would not have resisted such an offer.

But Trix was not most people.

Plagued from a young age by tragedy, twisted and bent by events completely beyond her control, she had quickly learned that fate left only two options to its victims.

Despair and death.

Or suffering and life.

Pain was a harsh mistress. She would sharpen you, bleeding out all weakness, and brand you with a heavy guilt in return. But she was a path to survival...a shepard to the living.

Trix turned her head towards the stirring blizzard.

The darkness at her back screamed, all pretence of warmth and compassion vanishing in an instant. It snatched at her, spat at her, howled out its anger.

Trix smiled and stepped into the storm.

 

[LT-137]

Belsavis System: Unknown Grid Coordinates.
Objective: E - Survive (Horror)
Possible Allies: [member="Léon"], [member="Arlan Zy'rosh"] (Status Unknown.)
Post Count: 1/37

The first thought Yun had in the oppressive darkness, was of pain. His head throbbed, and a warm liquid pooled around one of his eyes. He couldn't see. Not because of whatever started to harden around his perspective, but due to the absence of light. That wasn't right. The emergency lights should be bathing them all in crimson, yet, there was nothing. Even then, the light from the nearby star should be seeping in, but... if there was no light, that meant whatever happened caused the blast shutters to slam closed. He groaned as a stale breath of air filtered into his lungs, causing molten fire to coarse through his veins. Something wasn't right; it felt like he had a broken bone or two - though he couldn't tell what was out of place. A rib, maybe? Breathing in yet another painful gulp of air, the former Grenadier began to feel around in the darkness, to get his bearing and search for a way to restore his sight.

Palming the angular edge of something cold and metallic Yun's fingers danced across the surface of a nearby terminal studded with over a dozen textured keys. It was the command console for the observational throne aboard the Bridge. Yes... He remembered now. Before the darkness came, before they had come to this terrible impasse, Yun was stationed aboard the Command Deck as an Observer. The Carrion Company had contracted the immense Carrier to ferry them and their gear into the Belsavis system, and from there assist the Galactic Alliance in bringing this entire sector into compliance. Yet, something happened in the lower decks. A saboteur, perhaps. No one could know for sure. The Hyperdrive was the first to go, and as they decanted from the azure immaterial space into reality, the engines had followed suite soon after.

With that one act, the entire vessel had been taken out of commission and was left adrift. No, left for dead. Someone didn't want them in the Sector, and Yun - whenever he regained his sight - would find out just who exactly that was and kick him out of an airlock.

Palming several of the textured keys, and feeling the two plates connect beneath his fingers, Yun slapped the terminal out of frustration. The ship was starved for power, despite his futile attempt to 'test the waters' as they said. Another groan and the Smuggler was moving away from the chair, further into the darkness with his hands outstretched, probing the air around him like he was blind. His mission now was to get to the forward viewport and open the shutters. Even without power, there'd be enough residual light to see where he was going. Floating through the air, due to a lack of a redundant system to generate artificial gravity, the Atrisian drifted into a console; one he believed should've been right where the manual release controls were stationed. As his fingers danced across the terminal, they felt suddenly sticky, like he had dipped his digits into scummy water.

Blood.

It had to be.

Damn.

He'd gotten to know some of these people during the transit, so armed with the knowledge that some - if not most- were now dead or dying had sent a ripple of sorrow surging through his mind. An airlock would be too gracious of a kill for that rotten Rodder. No, this was personal now.

Gritting his teeth against the pain he eagerly sought to forget; Yun pulled on a latched lever that twisted and turned under his blind grip. Success. He heard the deafening mechanical click and the rolling shutters began to retract. The light of a nearby Star slowly scrolled across the command deck and revealed the horrors of such a lethal deceleration. The Smuggler's sight was stained crimson. His head was bleeding, and he had been trapped upside down before the gravity had been taken out of the equation. He'd have to get that looked at when the time permitted, until then - he swept the folds of his uniform across his sight and watched as the crimson fluid flaked away.

Free of his vital fluids, the Atrisian could see that he was not alone on the deck. Dozens of the Command Crew wistfully floated through the stale air. Dead. Various wounds were dotting their bodies. Another pained moan and Yun felt like he was going to join them soon. No. He had to keep moving. Their deaths would be avenged. Groaning once again, the Smuggler pushed off the terminal and slid towards the ramp that descended further into the lower decks of the ship. It was there that he had found the emergency armoury, a place where the command crew had stored their small arms in case of a hostile boarding action, or mutiny. Without power, the rack wouldn't open. It'd stay locked. That was... Yes. As his hands palmed the exterior of the mounted cache, he felt a place where he could slide something in and unlock the case. Old Atrisian Assault Corps trick.

Sliding his combat knife out of the shoulder-mounted scabbard, the former Grenadier slipped the vibroblade into the opening and forced the mechanism to unlatch. With the doors parting, Yun slid his weapon back into its housing and removed one of the weapons inside. An old, archaic Accelerated Charged Particle Array Gun. Old fashioned Decksweeper. It wasn't a blaster, but this would do nicely.

BANG.

Cocking a confused eyebrow, Yun turned towards the door and felt his heart begin to thunder beneath his breast..

BANG! BANG!

Whatever was making the noise, was on the other side and anxious to get through. Choking down another mouthful of stale air, the Smuggler began slipping ACP shells into the chamber.

BANG! BANG! RIIIIIIIIIPP! BANG!

Four shells, and a handful more where that came from. 'No matter what laid beyond that door,' He thought to himself as he manually cocked the weapon, sucking in another painful mouthful of air, 'I go my way.'

... And then the door came free.

 

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

Belsavis System: Location Unknown
Objective: E- Survive
Possible Allies: [member="Léon"], [member="Yun Knesos"]
Post Count: 1/37

When you work as a hired gun there's always regret. Whether it's regretting a mistake you made while out on the job, or taking a job entirely, it's always there. See, when you do this sort of work long enough you develop a sort of sixth sense for the bad ones. You know before you even read over the details that something is gonna go tits up on you. Problem is people in my line of the work don't have the luxury of being picky. You get offered a high yield contract you jump on it even if your skin is crawling so bad you can't stand it. That was how it was with this one, I knew something was bound to go wrong before we left port. We've lost main power, hyper-drive is offline, communications are down, and as far as I know I'm the only one left alive on this ghost ship. The regret is there, it's always there, and I'd like to say things would be different if we had only known beforehand. Truth is nothing would be. Men like us are dammed. The ones of us that are left are those that know death the best. Sooner or later the reaper will call us home as well. We're all dead men, we just don't know it yet.​

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-Arlan Zy'rosh, Commander's Log.​

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Arlan had been alone since the lights went down, alone even before the ship jarred out of hyperspace. Leon had been given lead of this mission and he had only been along for the ride as an observer. With that in mind Arlan had attempted to remove his presence from the crew's activities as much as possible, wanting to see how they acted when another was truly in charge. Arlan had been impressed, seeing that most of the men truly respected Leon and embraced him as their leader for this operation. Of course that had been before hell had broken loose and darkness filled the halls. Now Arlan was alone, still in his chambers where he had been when the ship's comm system had finally gone down. There was naught but silence filling the corridors as Arlan tried to take solace in the small confides his room provided. Then the screaming started, echoing down the halls like a mournful spirit. The thought of rushing into the void in hopes of finding another permeated within Arlan's mind, but he knew it to be foolish. If they were already screaming, they were already dead.​

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Then another sound broke through the veil of silence that had fallen over the ship. The loud roar of a muzzle and shot striking durasteel. Someone was fighting, someone was alive. If there were others out there then surely there was hope, however small it may be. Arlan stood and took hold of his slugthrower, checking it one to ensure it was loaded. He had no light, none save for the faint glow his com-link provided. Finding a flashlight would be his first task, if Arlan managed to make it that far.​

 

[Léon]

Belsavis System: Location Unknown
Objective: E- Survive
Possible Allies: [member="Arlan Zy'rosh"], [member="Yun Knesos"]
Post Count: 2/37

Bone snapped. A thick liquid rained down on him as he dove, slamming onto his chest, hand outstretched for the flashlight. His palm curled around it, he snapped his knees forward and slid onto his feet in a quick practiced motion, not that it didn't hurt any less. He scraped the skin from his knees on the grated floor. Bone snapped once more, he snapped his head around and shone the light on the noise. Before he could see what it was a deafening screech filled the corridor, loud enough that he thought his ears would burst. He cried out in pain.

When the scream subsided, he saw only the corpse of the mercenary. He heard movement coming from the way he had come. He was broken apart, limbs bent in impossible ways, ribcage torn open. The worm-like organs of his stomach were strewn everywhere. "Ach mein gott," Léon muttered in Keshiri. He lessened his breathing, and an unnerving calm took over the hallway. Then he heard it, the near-silent breathing of a man on his way out. Léon squinted, his fiery red gaze falling on the soldier, he knelt beside him. He could see a shallow rise and fall of his chest, and the gurgle of liquids entering the mans lungs.

There was no help coming, and even if it was, what could they do for him? It was a futile attempt, holding the mans hand, it was mishapen in a most gruesome way, surely he could no longer feel any sensation in it. Though the gesture was taken nonetheless. The Keshiri gripped the hand tight, and gently he thrust his blade into the mans heart. "Mein Bruder, finden Sie Ihren Weg zu den Göttern." The gurgling breaths stopped, and his chest ceased to move. There came a twitch, but it was expected from the dead. Nerves were still firing, but the mind, heart and soul had left.

Léon rose, and dread overwhelmed him. He was alone, and even if he found someone, he could not express himself. His translator was missing. He could go back for it in his room, but that is where he had heard the beast flee. His best hope was to make his way for the command deck, perhaps Arlan had made it out alive, and if the crew were still operating they had a shot of getting out of this mess. It was resolved, he would embark on this journey.

He took the blaster from the troops belongings, and his meager cells. It may come in handy later on. He moved from the corpse and headed down the corridor, turning the flashlight onto the indicating signs that led the way. He only heard the pounding of his heartbeat and the thunderous footfalls of his own, he heard no one else. He was alone.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective E - Belsavis
Post: 3/37

Tapping her fingers while she waited for a response, she kept an eye on how things were going on the planet. Still a furball of activity, but things seemed to slowly be winding down with the Alliance establishing themselves more and more. A ping from her computer caught her attention and she smiled as the message from Alliance High Command came through. They agreed with her assessment that establishing defenses and such, and also reactivating anything left from the Omega Protectorate, would be within their interests and resources would be arriving to do just that.

Scrolling through it, she noted they had included four Doaba defense stations at first and they would be reactivating the old defenses as well.

"Excellent," she said, noting that resources would be arriving as soon as possible. That could be soon, it could be a few days. It would depend how long it would take to get the stations to the system with tugs or bringing the station in pieces to be reconstructed in system. She didn't particularly mind how long though.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Abel"] [member="Ayme Katash"]

He managed to dart under another wicked swipe of the claws. The heat from the sudden rush of air across his face was another reminder of just how close to the edge he was here. Both magma and sithspawn were equally capable of utterly destroying him in a heartbeat. His golden blade came down from high to low as he passed its flank, leaving a bright red mark down the side of its leg.

The reverse swing from its arm caught him on the shoulder. Just a tap by its standards, but enough to send his teeth clattering together and head spinning. At least he had the sense to disengage his lightsaber as he was sent tumbling. Drawing the Force back to him, he managed to push himself back to his feet. Just in time to throw himself forwards as both claws slammed into the rock just behind him. It had turned to follow him back towards the temple.

Jacen got his blade up again, backing away as fast as he dared. Back towards where Abel was. Feth.

Jacen held his ground. If he didn't keep it on the bridge where it could be plunged to its death, then he was dooming everyone on this side of the bridge. Not that Abel really had much of a chance left, some dark part of his mind pointed out.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

OBJECTIVE A: SPACE

[member="Choli Vyn"] was as responsive as Loske needed her to be. She'd had the feeling the girl didn't belong to any predetermined squadron; but she hadn't been blasted out of the sky yet and was unleashing the barrage of plasma Loske needed for cover when playing chicken with the incoming TIE.

"You've got a direct 180, Bruno!" His lead attack option was reversed, heading straight for her. It was rare to see a pure pursuit from a bunch of cowardly First Order chumps. He was impatient, didn’t want to spend energy or time on the kill. He must have been in a bet.

"I'm not blind - got this." The girl hissed back, clenching her teeth and tightening her grip on the yoke as the First Order vessel screamed through the silence of space toward her. The target was precise - the only thing obscuring the TIE's vision from Loske's target being the constant pummel from Choli's canon's above. The blonde began to snake, adjusting her pull on the throttle with each shift — cutting to the left and right ever so slightly as the oncoming TIE approached her, his velocity high.

The blonde was confident she was locked in that pilots radar for firing - the red on her own display indicated similarly. Where was her safe path if he blew up; or if he engaged. Would he circle?

Nope.

He took the shot.

Red activated, “Shields 90” Loske charged to the astromech in her vehicle, who beeped in response. She saw the change on her HUD just in time as [member="Raph Tritum"] fired in her direction.

“Target locked - Launch Torpedo 1!” Hurriedly, gloved fingers keyed the command as the barrage from the TIE peppered in a brilliant storm of luminescent colour against her nose.

She also took the shot.

“Pulling in S-foils, drop velocity fast R4!” Her velocity only had time to drop to about 80% as the stability wings drew in from attack position, and Loske pushed hard on a downward left angle to her yoke, pulling the belly of her fighter to scrape just by the left wing of the TIE fighter as she went screaming by, her wings hovering at a half-close to make room for the maneuver.

 

[Elaine Thul]

11/37
Objective: C

Elaine had been carried back up to the surface, where she was getting some medical treatment. She had inhaled gas from the grenade, but it did help take out some Esh-Kha force users. As she was been given fresh air, and having treatment for the tear gas. The medic was not originally a member of house thul, but joined as a refugee. She had been on few words that had been threatened by sith or her allies, and getting people free before the noose came down. Then a commander came over to her and gave her battle reports, the remaining Esh-Kha had been killed off. Some were still in stasis, he gave order through her tear soaked face. Tell the GA mission control, the Esh-Kha threat has been neutralized. House thul troops standing by for further orders. Something told her this was not over yet, and she had to get ready for something else, what she did not know. Maybe it was the force telling her something, she only knew she had uneasy feeling about this. She also gave order to her men, Burn al the Esh-Kha dead, know.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Fatty]

Again silence reigned. That ghostly visage slowly rotated in the air. The World Razer contemplated. Long ago it had offered a brave adventurer spoils for releasing it. That plan had not come to fruition. The Esh-kar had been defeated and The Burning Way activated, leaving it trapped in its stifling confines for millennia more. One man could not release it now. It would take the effort of many. Perhaps those great ships it had sensed high in orbit could blast it free of its confines. This one had admitted it was no leader, but perhaps it could bring more.

Bribes had not worked. Perhaps lies would. It would have balked at having to grovel before such pitiful creatures, but it had been down here for so very long now.

"I HAVE EXISTED HERE, WITH NOTHING TO CONSUME FOR SO VERY LONG. I COULD EXIST FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGAIN IN THE SAME CONDITIONS. ONCE A HUNGER CONSUMED ME, BUT IT HAD FADED OVER THE YEARS. THERE ARE MANY PLANETS IN THE GALAXY, WHEN I WAS TRAPPED THERE WERE BILLIONS UNINHABITED."

Marcello folded his arms across his chest as the entity continued to spew a bunch of drivel that still wasn't doing anything to prove its worth. There was a part of the Rogue Master that thought perhaps such an old entity might hold some useful knowledge or insight. Even if Marcello somehow struck a deal whereby the World Razer was released to devour Sith worlds, he was positive the entity would not stop there. Whatever idealistic hope he'd clung to before crossing the threshold into this chamber was all but gone now. "I see. Well it's been nice chatting. You have a good time being imprisoned for all eternity."

A false smile and the Naboo native turned to depart the chamber casually.

Curiosity sated.

The World Razer​

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The figure left the monstrous being behind, its rotating ghostly visage flickering in audacious rage. It would not be so easily ignored, it had been ignored for so very long. With a consciousness as unfathomable as a being capable of obliterating the galaxy in its rage, it knew that its simple lies could be thwarted by even such a dim witted creature as a human. It was new to lying however, a skill it had not thought to develop even after all these millennium. It would come with ease however, eventually, simulating within its ancient consciousness the possibilities of the power of its words. Before [member="Marcello Matteo"] completely left the chamber, its commanding voice threatened him with this proclamation:


"THEN THE END OF TIMES MUST BE UPON YOU, FOR I WILL BE RELEASED."

At that moment, it had sent a message out to a restless region of space, just as it had done for the powerful Galactic Alliance.

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Hours in the future...​

Objective E - REBEL
Allies - Members of the Oversector Coalition
Enemies - Galactic Alliance
Location - Javin, Governor's Estate

"This is hardly believable!" Governor Ryker Kel roared to himself, "Yet it plays too much against my own fears to be ignored. Is it possible to trust this transmission?" His ugly fat face, turned abruptly to an adviser who stood near by, listening to the Governor as he slowly waddled around the room, pacing in thought and contemplation. It was clear the adviser was as afraid as the Governor after hearing the transmission for the second time.

"All we can confirm is that it came from Belsavis, and that there is confirmation of a Galactic Alliance presence establishing control over the planet, while in the heat of battle with some other minor presence. There is definitely a struggle over the planet. Their militant expansion cannot go unaddressed Governor, they are rapidly approaching our fragile borders, and with this new information..."

In the other room, a holocall was being prepared. The Baron of Kaal, and Commander of Lorta had already checked in, awaiting for the Administration of Abraxas, and the Assemblage of Three representing the Tunroth of Jircho-Reslia. This was an emergency of utmost importance, and he needed confirmation what the Coalition would decide to do.

"Call up the local militias, and gather what starships you can. I'll see what I can do to negotiate mercenaries out of the Kaal Underground, we'll need them in case the Lortans or Tunroth decide attack, is not in the best interest of the Coalition's defense..." The Governor paused, and looked to the aid once more, "You better understand what we're doing... and that if we're wrong, we won't have a chance to back down. You are sure, that this threat is real?" The aid seemed to understand, and silently answered Ryker with his eyes. With a nod, he entered into the holocall room, where the leaders were being assembled for the emergency session.

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Later...​

To a number of mercenaries across the galaxy, they would receive messages from the Greater Javin Sector, requesting aid in attacking Belsavis, a world under siege by the militant Galactic Alliance attempting to locate and retrieve a Superweapon. Letters of Marque for starship owners, and financial compensation for Mercenaries would be attached to those messages returned with acceptance of the proposition. Alternatives to money, were raw resources, ownership of land among the various worlds within the Coalition's influence, and other debts payable in small increments prior to the battle, and in full once the battle is won.

Interested parties will need to meet on Abraxas within one week to form a staging platform to attack Belsavis.

The Governor wishes them luck.

@KeChollo

 

[KeCholo]

This many credist? Even the busiest and most experienced mercenary couldn't turn down this job. Ke'Cholo leaned back in his chair, casually twirling one of his Westar-34's and driving with the other hand. Ke'Cholo sailed along in the legendary Slave I, and spoke to his co-pilot 'Ed', his EDG Droid Bodyguard.

''Ah, bantha poodoo. Did you grab my plasma rifle?''

''Affirmative, I was commanded to do so, master.''

''Good...remind me to tell [member="Fatty"] about the warchief's troops. We'll head to Kashyyyk after this, send a message to Qaeth and tell him to get all the ships ready. We'll load them up, real quick. It is, after all, a Republic controlled planet.''

''Transmission sent to user: Qaeth Idos.''

''Alright, with that out of the way...let's head down there.''

Ke'Cholo would dive down to the surface of the planet. He crosschecked the coordinates from the message the governor sent to the ones on the recently installed guidance system. He looked at the glasteel viewport ahead.

''I think that's it.'' he said, pointing ahead.

 

[Fatty]

Objective E - REBEL
Allies - Members of the Oversector Coalition
Enemies - The Galactic Alliance
Location - Abraxas staging area

A dead mining system littered with the debris of abandoned transport and mineral refineries, once a bustling mining sector. Fortunately for the stubborn residents that currently resided there, through the combined resources of the Coalition, an urban environment began to crop up built off of the junked debris of the past, and a renewed search for raw materials has turned out to be fruitful under new technology that hadn't been available to their ancestors. Abraxas, while no thriving community, began to grow and plant the seeds of prosperity under the careful guidance of the Oversector.

This was staging grounds for the entire might of the Coalition, in one frontal attack on the nearby system of Belsavis. Though it was a pain to enter the system due to the junked environment, it is not as impossible as it used to be. Nonetheless, without the updating maps of Abraxas, the visitors now coming to the system would have had a difficult time entering the system alone. It was a highly defendable position thanks to history, and thus made an ideal system to launch their attack from in case the Alliance were to trace their steps and retaliate.

A small cityscape began to expand within the valley of an excavated mountain, protected by high metallic walls, mortar and turbolaser cannons, and a single tower rose up from the center of it, still under construction. Once it was operational, it would be a shield that would envelop the outer reaches of the city. The environment was crude but pragmatically beautiful in a way, constructed out of heart, rather than of mind. Some ships, such as [member="KeCholo"] began to descend upon a landing field just outside of city limits, like several other mercenaries and hired pirates. It looked like the Baron of Kaal had done well to reach far into the Underworld for contacts to support them. Governor Ryker Kel made it a point to not only inspect the militias that similar camped outside the city, but also the mercenaries he would be indebted to.

A pair of Tunroth who represented their militia followed him, in order to demonstrate the strength of the Coalition through the imposing image of their strongest warriors. It was intended to boost morale before the coming conflict. The fear in the air was palpable, everyone one of them feeding into the news reports (and occasional well intentioned propaganda) of the looming threat of a Superweapon hanging over their heads by a superior foe. These two Tunroth were Hunters, highly respected among their race dependent upon how high their ranking was among the other Hunters, each one leading a commune of 50-300 dependant on his skill. These Hunters were the closest things the Coalition could scrounge up for the truly elite, and they came in short supply compared to the hundreds of other strong veteran Tunroth. It was interesting, though unsurprising, they stationed their militia as far away from the Lortan units as possible within the valley.

"Welcome to Abraxas, I am Governor Ryker Kel of Javin, and I represent the Oversector Coalition as you heard. Around you is all that this Coalition can manage to pull on its own, and as you can see, we are in desperate need of assistance. I am assuming you brought such assisstance with you?" The Governor looked around the aliens ship, expecting to see others of his kin.

[member="KeCholo"]

 

[KeCholo]

''Landing procedure complete. Master, would you wish for me to accompany you? Scans show....three lifeforms...within close proximity to the ship.''

''That won't be necessary, Ed. Thanks anyway. Stay here and watch over the ship.''

The droid gave the affirmative and Ke'Cholo slipped into his warden's coat. His boots clanged against the hard titanium floors as he walked out. On his way to exit the vessel, he dawned his hat and slung his plasma rifle over his shoulder. With a few button presses the door to the outside world opened.

Ke'Cholo stepped outside and was greeted by a grossly overweight individual, who had arguable the worst complexion he had ever seen. [member="Fatty"] was flanked on both sides by bodyguards, Ke'Cholo now wished he had brought some of his own. Before speaking, Ke'Cholo reached into his satchel and retrieved a wooden box. He flipped open the lid and grabbed a cigar. Shoving the tobacco product into his mouth, he quickly lit it as the man made introductions.

"Welcome to Abraxas, I am Governor Ryker Kel of Javin, and I represent the Oversector Coalition as you heard. Around you is all that this Coalition can manage to pull on its own, and as you can see, we are in desperate need of assistance. I am assuming you brought such assisstance with you?"

''Yah won't be finding reinforcements here, however they'll be present at the Rebellion. I've several thousand of the best guerilla fighters, this side of Coruscant, ready to fight to the death. But, if for some reason you need them now...that could be arranged. As for supplies go, I've got several boxes of fruits and dried meat in the cargo hold. If you need more food, I can have 5 ships dropping off all they can hold, here in a matter of hours. Anything else you want, I'm you're man.'' Ke'Cholo grinned as he puffed on his cigar.

''That is...for the right price''