Faction The New World [TSE]

[Veles Oshu]

"Humiliating indeed.", he offered back as he focused on the boy before them.​

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He swirled his drink before turning back to Vladislav Von Kresvelgard - shaking his head dismissively;​

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"Everest has already proved resilient to IGBC influence - but I have persons working on that already. As far as the nobility -", he said with a glance back to Drake.​

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"Trying to deal with the nobility without the royal family will be like herding cats. I'd rather control one than try and control a thousand - decentralizing the power to them would only make our jobs much harder, give us another thousand avenues of failure."​

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"Rather, I think the nobility will fall in line if we appease their sense of ambition. A promise of power, a return to riches and glory - and we do it through the royal nobility that stands. The Heir would be a good vessel for that support, were I to make a guess."​

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Vladislav Von Kresvelgard // Krause Zelier // Taeli Raaf // Darth Carnifex​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Objective 3

A shuttle had already made its way into one of the corporate crafts, and with that Lirka saw her opportunity: might as well let the Sith lead the way, right? Less paint scratched off her hunk of junk in the end, flicking some switches and bringing the craft through the ray-shields of the entrance with a roar of engines sputtering to a slow. Might as well make a mess for the gaggle of soldiers inside, lowering one of the turbolasers on her Ugly she let the explosive blast rip into the rear of the hangar before landing the craft with a mighty thud. A bit messier of an entrance than the likes of Azera and her clean soldiering approach.

But who didn't enjoy a loud entrance every now and then?

With some of their attention still turned to the boarders inside the Sith craft, Lirka's freighter let out a hiss of depressurizing air as the boarding ramp released to the floor: thankfully, for once it didn't get stuck halfway down. Nothing came for a moment, that didn't stop some of the corporate soldiers than blasting into her hull anyway, but after that ever so brief pause the rampaging beast that was Lirka Ka burst out from the ramp, charging forward like an angry Reek, the troopers may have taken a more passive approach, but that was never how Ka worked. The first soldier she saw was quickly cut down, sliced into burning chunks with one mighty swing of her great machete.

She rose tall afterwards, Lirka lacked much of the dark majesty she did during the days of the Empire, the former Grand Moff had none of her power from before. But stature? That could not be lost so easily, it was time for a bit of the classic Imperial hyper-violence. Her favorite. She turned her head to the other boarders, making a mixture of quip and command their way.

"Let's make this quick, why don't we? No fun fighting in this Hangar for the next hour."

Her definition of humor was a strange one, and as if to punctate her "joke" a blaster bolt pinged into her breastplate, and she was off again running into the fray with blade ready.

Darth Strosius Venn Kolis Rure Vukot

 

[Khamesi Aivar]

Tags - Darth Strosius Azera Rure Vukot Lirka Ka Venn Kolis
Objective - Objective 3 - Loot, Kill, Burn
Location - Hyperspace - Rettia (Agrias Frigate) - Hanger - Shuttlecraft

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"Exiting hyperspace in 5....4....3....2....1...."

Right on cue the ship on which Khamesi's shuttle was secured in exited hyperspace. They were late to the party, but now Khamesi and her group of Sith-Pirates had arrived to the battle. By no means was it a particularly impressive fleet, but it was a fleet nonetheless. The other two Agrias Frigates wasted no time in disgorging the bombers held in their hangers. Tpyically Khamesi's own ship also held Scurrg H-9 bombers, but for today's operation they were jumping in from hyperspace directly to allow the ship a greater number of boarding forces. There was, after all, a great many ships to cripple, board, and destroy all evidence that the SIth had been here. Khamesi opened her comm, broadcasting on a frequency set for the ships belonging to her Ash Dragons.

"All combat ships, target enemy engines and communication arrays first. Focus on the escorts and work your way up the fleet. Once a ship is immobile, destroy all weapons and leave it's carcass to be picked or vaporized at our leisure. Troops, when we board your job is to spread out and secure the hanger. You will maintain a route of escape and prevent escape from all enemies. Any launched escape pods are to be blown out of the sky. Show the strength of your arms today boys and girls, this is the perfect chance to step onto the scene!"

Khamesi wasn't one for speeches, so instead she gave quick and concise goals to the ships in her fleet even as the pilot of her own shuttle departed the hanger of her personal ship. Her clothing did not scream Sith. No fancy robe or cloak, no dark mask or tattoos. Instead she wore but light clothes designed for flexiblity more than comfort. At her side was her dualsabre, covering her fists and protecting her forearms were weighted guantlents, and on her back was even a Gurreck shotgun, perfect for clearing the tight halls of a ship. She stood waiting in her shuttle, a scant few troops waiting around her as most of her forces were being withheld to save energy for seizing the cargo once the freighters their enemy was protecting were vulnerable. Instead she was greeted with the sound of battle even as she began descending the ramp of her shuttle, what few bolts came her way she dodged with ease as she ignited her blade, only one for now. Across her face was a pretty standard vacuum mask, except that it was shaped like the exposed bones of a dragon's maw. The Ash Dragons had arrived on the scene, and Khamesi joined the fray in the hanger, doing her best to ignore the fact that one of her allies was a strange, feral pink gremlin. There were plenty of strange sights among the Sith.

Far at the back of where her fleet emerged, a group of bulk freighters used by her own forces for captured goods finally emerged, staying well back from the fray. They were still quite distant, and looked to be holding distance from the battle, to insure they were not targeted so they could load as many stolen goods as possible.

Spoiler: Loadout

Dragon-head Vacuum Mask

Dualblade Saber

Gurreck Heavy Shotgun

4x CryoBan Grenades

2x Flash Genades

Weighted Sparring Gauntlets/Boots

Spoiler: Fleet Comp

Small Craft
Fighter - Caedus Superiority Fighter - 72
Bomber - Scurrg H-9 Heavy Bomber - 12

Freighter
12 - Pakader-class Bulk Freighter

Corvette
6 - Ichthon-class SpecOps Corvette

Frigate
3 - Agrias-Class Rapid Frigate

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Secure the Shipping Manifests, Leave No Witnesses
Location: KUS Endeavor Hangar Bay
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Lirka Ka / Rure Vukot / Azera / Venn Kolis / Khamesi Aivar
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He felt his eye twitch and sent a small glare at the smallest occupant of the shuttle in response to her remark, but he chose not to give a reply. Best to simply ignore her and keep his focus ahead on their enemies. Thankfully he didn't completely tune her out, and as such he avoided the flashbang possibly affecting him as he leapt from the shuttle and landed on the floor of the hangar in a sprint. I'd Alisteri had learned only one thing in all his time fighting against soldiers, it was that speed was key to staying in one piece and not riddled with blaster holes.

The first few strikes he made carved through the still stunned guards with ease, leaping from target to target and slicing through another by the time the body of the last hit the ground. Initiative was in their favor, and they had their orders to take no prisoners and show no mercy. All the better, fewer to come back seeking revenge. The grim thought was punctuated by the dying wheeze of a soldier as he plunged his lightsaber through the man's chest and then tossed him aside to rid his blade of the body. The whole experience almost had him feeling nostalgic, back to the days of war against half the galaxy in an attempt to keep the Sith Empire alive and stable. It had failed then, and the anger that such a thought brought only fueled him as he finished off the last member of the squad before him with a decapitation.

And then he heard a roaring flame somewhere behind him, and he quickly turned to ensure that their shuttle hadn't somehow caught fire. Thankfully it hadn't, it was instead their enemies. Since when can Sith shoot fire from their hands?! Ah, questions for later.

The sight of one of his comrades running to cover was more than enough motivation to spring forward to help. With most of the soldiers still firing after the man that had burned their allies, and the rest either rolling around in pain or being helped up by their comrades, the masked Sith managed to catch the rear of the group by surprise. The first turned, gun at the ready, but his hand quickly wrapped around the mercenary's neck and slammed him into the ground with a loud crack, drawing attention to himself and off of his own allies. He managed to cut another of the guards in half before he had to bring up his lighstaber to block and deflect the volley of blaster fire in retaliation. "Imp! Get the Firestarter a weapon and let's get what we came here for."

It was at that moment he saw another boarder, this one a fair bit more intimidating than most of their other allies, charging into the fray. He paused for a moment, to gawk both at the sight and then at the subsequent remark. Said pause almost cost him his head from a stray bolt, but he quickly hopped back into action. "What she said!"

 

[Rure Vukot]

Location: KUS Endeavor
Objective: 3

Tags: Darth Strosius Venn Kolis Lirka Ka Azera

As the shuttle would zoom around the side of the Endeavor. Having found a hatch that was far enough away from the hanger bay. Her ship would dock with it. Having most of the enemy crew been diverted to the hanger bay. She wasn't expecting much opposition to herself at this small docking port. She reached down slowly pulling her cloak over her head. As her sword rested in hand. She gently placed her hand against the door which separated her craft from the Endeavor. The aura around her begin to emanate from her body bleeding though the ships hull as she tighten her grasp on her sword. She signaled the droid behind her and it would override the Endeavors outer hatch. When it flared open it was quickly followed by fire as she swing her sword quickly upward to deflect the blaster fire as she charged in with a mighty roar. The sheer projection of her dark force causing the hallway to which she entered to distort and light fixtures break. After having cut, stabbed, and sliced her way though crew.

Her ship would break off the hatch and seek a docking port to await her finishing. As the shuttle approached the port the piloting droid deployed the legs on final approach to the hanger which everyone else entered it would land inside with it's turrets opening fire upon any living or moving object blanket firing.

Rure took a deep breath as she found herself traveling though the hallways and vents killing any and all in sight. After she had found herself into a utility tunnel she cut open a power conduit. Slowly reaching into the compromised power line with her hands she begin draining the energy just as much as she drained the life force out of her victims. This would cause the entire Endeavor's energy grid to begin fluctuating as lights flickered everywhere and defense systems begin failing.

 

[Firrerreo]

Pride.

That seemed fitting, right?

Alone, floating through the vacuum of space, a figure approached the Star Destroyer marked as KUS Pride. Four black wings propelled him, bending and twisting the Force. Giving him gravity where none should exist. All the way to the bridge of the ship. There, the four wings spread, causing his floating to cease. Firrerreo's red eyes stared at the figures scrambling within. All trying to delay the inevitable. Fighting against the raiders that had come to kill them all.

That's why they were there, right? Kill everyone?

A joyless, wicked grin spread across ashen lips as he raised a hand. Then pulled.

He settled down silently aboard the bridge. Lifeless bodies floated by, drifting out of the torn metal where the observatory deck had been. No life remained here on the bridge so ruined. A disruption from the leaders of the ship, yes. But only momentary. His hand lifted, wrenching the doors of the bridge open. The vacuum was quick to rip all the air free of the passageway, though as he stepped through the blast doors closed.

Returning atmosphere to this part of the ship. He hummed, red eyes gazing to the door behind him.

"Interesting."

The sound of blasters being primed pulled his attention. Wings folded in, forming a more billowing cloak to adorn his otherwise bare chest. He gazed down at the troopers as they readied their guns. And fired. Anger quickly spread through his features as he lifted a hand.

"You filthy creatures."

The blaster fire ceased. Bolts hovered in midair, frozen before him.

"Know."

His hand lowered. The hallway trembled.

"Your."

The troopers fell as an invisible weight suddenly forced them to their knees.

"Place."

Armor crunched as each body was promptly flattened. Firrerreo stepped through the now bloodied halls, his hands returning to their clasp behind his back. There was a part of the ship he could damage that would cause it to blow up, right?

"The reactor core! Of course!" He nodded once, grinning ear to ear. That would work wonderfully. Once he remembered where that was exactly on a star destroyer.

 

[Rure Vukot]

Location: Endeavor
Objective: 3

Tags: Darth Strosius Venn Kolis Lirka Ka Azera

Rure laughed inside the utility tunnel as she gradually watch the lighting of the corridor fade away into darkness. She gave a subtle twitch of her head as she crawled around in the massive starships maintained tunnels above the hallways. Eventually come upon a hallway of Endeavor soldiers and Sith soldiers having a firefight in the hallway. As she peered out of a hatch that was over the Endeavor soldiers. She placed her hand grasping the edge of the hatch for support as she would lean down and out of the ceiling to grasp one of the soldier's by their shoulder quickly using her other hand/arm to pull her back up into the crawlspace above. The soldiers scream was startling and overpowering as Rure bite into their neck with the most ravenous hunger biting deeper each time till the soldier ceased of light as his dangling body squirmed from the crawlspace hole in the ceiling. She eventually released the body from her grasp letting it fall down into the hallway lifelessly and bloody as the 2nd soldier turned to start shooting into the crawlspace blindly in the dark. Rure had retreated long enough for the crewmen to stop firing and inspect the hole before she lunged her sword out from the ceiling crawlspace to impale the individual into the walkway though their chest cavity.

The hallway would grow quiet as the sith soldiers had moved on once they quit taking fire from the now dead crewmen that had build a barricade in the hallway. Rure would slip out of the crawlspace into the hallway dropping to her bare feet onto the cold metal floor. As she slinks around in the darkness. She reached out to grasp the hilt of her sword looking down at the dead soldier before she pulled it in an upwards motion splitting the upper half of his body apart throwing bloody and other material along the corridor's walls. With a silent laugh she made her way to the bridge.

 

[Venn Kolis]

Darth Maliphant Darth Strosius Azera Rure Vukot Lirka Ka

The Sith Order
THE NEW WORLD
Objective 3: Shipping
Equipment: Ring of the Root-Mind (not equipped)

{Prove Your Worth}​

It was moments after ducking into cover that aid came from behind the angered squad of enemies. As the masked swordsman took his foes by surprise, Venn dashed to grip two security officers by the face who'd turned away from him. "Burn!"

The continuous flame raged again from both palms, engulfing both men's heads as they screamed, then went limp and quiet. The one in the helmet might have been annoying when bantering with small pink imps, but he was certainly adept when the time for action came. Venn kicked a third trooper in the knee and roasted his face when he fell in pain. His ally's saber flashed, and blaster bolts redirected into the guts of a pair of mercs.

Reaching into his robes, Venn drew a short blade of black steel, curved and wicked. He clashed it against the barrel of one trooper's blaster, forcing his next shot up into the ceiling. They remained locked for a moment, straining against each other with hate in both pairs of eyes. And then Venn's eyes caught fire.

Yellow flames shot in twin beams directly into the man's head, and he fell with a yelp. Venn pounced to plunge his shortsword into his foe's chest. The man struggled to breath for a moment, and then gave up as the light in Venn's eyes flickered out. Looking around him, he processed that new boarders had arrived to lend a hand. The Asha'Kurat had taken the cargo bay.

Agents of the Sith began to split from the initial boarding party, announcing they were headed to the bridge, or the reactor, or to simply find more witnesses to silence. Venn thought to himself for a moment, before realizing the directive of most importance. No witnesses. If a single sentient or droid managed to escape the convoy, the mission would be a total disaster.

Turning to the man who'd lent a hand, the young apprentice nodded his thanks. "Much obliged. I'm Venn. I'm going to the escape pods- we've jammed all distress signals, but there's still a chance that a pod might slip by the blockade outside. Not a great chance, but a chance. I'm gonna make sure none of those pods launch."

Taking off at a run, Venn stopped beside a control panel in a doorframe just as the lights began to flicker. Well, that wasn't ideal. He tried to call up a map of the ship's layout from the panel, but when the glitching display finally loaded, it was a message of denial. The ship was in security lockdown. Authorization required at all access points.

He slammed his fist into the wall. If he couldn't access a map, how was he supposed to find his way around a ship he'd never even seen? He was no slicer, he had no way to force a map to appear. Venn pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Okay. Think. This wasn't impossible. When Destiny told a Sith 'no', he didn't give up. He found a workaround.

Calming his breath, Venn closed his eyes. They had taken the cargo bay, minimal friendly casualties, he could still hear sounds of fighting in the corridor just outside, the Asha'Kurat in pursuit with the mercenaries on the run-

On the run! Venn's eyes flashed open, and he bolted from the cargo bay with his little steel sword at his side. When he reached the clash of the fighting in the outer hall, he didn't slow down. A blaster bolt missed him by inches as several little flames danced to life around Venn's head. The embers glowed in place for a moment before shooting forwards like tiny homing missiles. They arced behind cover to strike men in the face, with the lights doing little real damage.

But for a moment, they were blinded. And a moment was all Venn needed to begin carving guts and slitting throats. When the survivors came to themselves, they beheld Venn glaring with yellow eyes from the depths of his hood, tossing aside the whining form of one of their own as his blade dripped in the dying man's fluids.

They took off in a desperate sprint, firing sporadically behind them with seriously poor aim as they ran for their lives. And on a doomed ship, there was only ever one place to run to.

Patiently, menacingly, Venn followed.