Dominion The Red War : Killer Blow | CIS Dominion of Loovria

[Eternal Belligerence]

LOOVRIA

Peace.

Long has it lasted within the Western Systems under the reign of an outer planets alliance. However, with the Alliance dissolved, chaos has crept back into the West and threatens that peace that has long been held between planets.

Loovria was one more such threat.

For a very long time, Loovria was known for its slavery. For a very long time, nobles and wealthy outsiders would enjoy watching slaves and prisoners fight within the infamous Gladiator pits. Until a stop was put to it by the Outer Planets Alliance. Under the watchful eye of this Alliance, freedom and prosperity excelled.

That is, until the dissolution of said Alliance. Now, a jaded Warlord known only as Xexus, with the support of lesser nobles, has taken hold of Loovria once more. Oppression crept back into the planet. Innocents were rounded up and sent to auction like they were nothing more than chattel to be bartered and traded. Their lives did not matter.

Xexux started up the Gladiator pits once more. Not only were all manner of dangerous creatures used, but slaves and prisoners were pitted against each other or against hardened Gladiator servants of Xexus as well. It was a simple sport spurred on by the blood lust which filled the hearts of those who spectaded. There was one thing they all came to see.

Fights to the death.

Dignity was no longer considered. Those who found themselves on the auction block were seen as lesser beings. Stronger ones were sent to the arenas to die brutal and horrendous deaths. Those that spectated were the least humane of all as their voices could be heard cheering, or placing bets on the outcomes. Auctioneers rambled their cadence as each slave was brought out to be inspected and competed over.

It was enough. They had all had more than enough.

The common people’s cry for help reached the ears of the Confederacy. As slavery was despised within the Southern Systems, this cry for help would not go unanswered. Oppression would be combated by any means.

Freedom would be established on this planet once more.

Spoiler: Points of Interest

There are auction pits for slaves in Strako and they are under heavy guard. Get the slaves safely out of the pits by any means necessary. Damage against the Slavers themselves is also highly recommended.

Infiltrate the Gladiator pits at the great Quintik Arena, pick your fight and, while fighting vicious creatures and hardened Gladiators sent in by Xexus for extra competition, convince the slaves and prisoners to defy the Warlord and revolt against the brutal practice.

Watch the fights from the stands while having a chat or a drink, but try to find some sympathetic ears against slavery within the crowd and convince them to rise against the oppression- all withtout getting arrested for treason.

Strako is a great city with a lot of people and numerous opportunities. Have fun exploring.

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Spoiler: Tag

Alaria Telwith
Alban Roble
Alden Akaran
Amelia von Sorenn
Anakwor Farlorn
Anashla Deshal
Ar'tal Ktruok
Arisone
Archon Xris
Ashelia Solidor
Aston Jacobs
Aya Clarke
Bastille Rommer
Beric Layne
Bentil Mortop
Bullwark
Caesar Kenway
Cazo Thraos
Corvus Dravere
Colton Renth
Corran Watts
Cypher Rage
Damsy Callat
Danielle Mueller
Darth Pryde
Decious
Dispara
Draconis Sederius Wolf
Easy-G97
Eli-Mae Forrest
Elsasca Selcoc
Eryneth
Fawn Alzi
Faye Malvern
FN-1138
Gerwald Lechner
Holt
Hester Shedo
IG-65A
Ingrid L'lerim
Jason Farkas
Joannis Campbell
John Locke
Jordar Varcskel
Julra Repraj
Karlie Lynn Destat
Kasca Fen
Kathryn Foster
Kayla Wylen
Kiff Brayde
Krystal
Kurenai Yumi
Kyber
Lady Moll
Lesya Kosarev
Luna Terrik
Lyla Quinn
Lyra Vent
Maani
Maple Harte
Maria Savilia
Mathieu Brion
Maur
Mila Uhlesifa
Millu Lee
Morrigan Vale
Muad Dib
Myrrdin_Emries
Nimue
Nine Lives
LGMForever
Pravus Cruento
R4-AUD
Rabbit
Rann Thress
Rayne Centaris
Razelle Breuner
Redd
Roy Americus
Ryk Gaelir
Rylan Kordel
Sabine Delacroix
SC-A1
Sergei "Jack" Jachovich
Srina Talon
Startorn
Subject 73 Red
Taiia Mataan
Talon Rahl
Talak Jenste
Tess Valnora
Teyla Ee'everwest
ToKola Bakari
Tyran Numeck
Udrid
Uxagi Xatash
Valencia Hadley
Vanric Dannon
Vemric Keldra
Veronika Fleischer
Vess Sadragen
Vio Doni
Visanj T'shkali
Kyyrk
Vyse Valorous
Vytal Noctura
Valeria de la Vallée

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Castagne
Objective: Investigate before taking any action
Tagging: Open
Post: 1

Loorvia...
It weren't a system she were familiar with, nor had any knowledge of until she happened across it while rummaging through her father's office.
What had caught her eye were the tally of personnel projected to die by quarter's end with Loorvia's SGP (System Gross Product) falling mostly on Gladiator Games and projected forced labor...slavery.

"Miss Destat..." A sentry called her on the com.
Only Karlie were drawn to the report's header, tempting her to scroll and expand the report.

"Miss Destat..." The sentry's voice finally got through, prompting Karlie to answer the comm.

"Yes, what is it now?" She replied in an irate tone.

"Miss Destat..have you located your crono?"

"Crono?"

"The crono you left in the Viceroy's office. have you found it?" The sentry were outside the Viceroy's office

"Oh the crono! Yes...er...uhm, no not yet, no.
I know I left it here...some....where.." She continued on as she got gack to reading the report. Karlie were Vicelord Tarssin Destat's daughter.

"Miss Destat...please. I must ask you to cease for now. I'm not sure you should be in there-"

"Tarssin's my fatyer for Berkana's sake. Do your job and stand guard like you supposed to. I'll find it. I know I left it in here..." She said, over the com as she withdrew the said lost wrist crono from her jacket's pocket.
Karlie knew she didn't have that much more time. She had originally intended to rummage through her father's office in search of more clues as to her mother's history. her father had not long ago presented her with an ancient blade that were supposed to have been found along with other artifacts that undoubtedly exposed her mother as being no other than dart Riggor.
But what she just came across at the moment was something quite disturbing. The CIS had a campaign aimed at acquiring this so called system of Loorvia. A former slave/barbaric system formally liberated and reformed by the recently failed Outer Planets Alliance.
The system since the fall of OPA had reverted back to a barbaric form of feudal society...reinstating ancient ritual gladiatorial games and enslavements of untitled citizens...portions of their population that the current ruling system overlords called deplorables. In short, the very poor and unfortunates of their population were denied basic galactic rights and privileges. They were enslaved for both forced labor, service and for the games. games that Karlie were reading to be gladiator games...fights to the death or dismemberment. The latter would nevertheless still forfeit those lives as a dismembered individual were said to be worth less than the lowest form of a slave.

"Miss Destat...I must insist-" The sentry cut in through the com.

"Hold your britches! I'll be out in a minute! Now please stop interrupting me. The sooner i find it the quicker I'll get out!"

"Understood, Miss Destat." He answered, leaving Karlie to absorb all of the report on that unfortunate system of Loorvia.
Karlie could speed read and retain nearly 100% of what she read. And scroll she did...unbelieving that such outer rim systems could be so barbaric..so inhumane...


10 minutes later...

"Got it.." She dangled her wrist crono.
"It had fallen in the planter..."Karlie said as she exited her father's offices.

Outside the Cabinet building, she got on her com, ordering her ship be prepped for immediate departure.
She would see for herself, bare witness to what had been reported and maybe, just maybe if all were true, find the means to aid the CIS in liberating and reforming this system back to some normality.

 

[Kyyrk]

No one noticed.
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That was the beauty of a skill like Voph's. No one noticed that the being they were ushering to the pits was not all that he seemed. No one noticed that this famed gladiator of the outer rim had never won a match. Had no reputation. As the armored man waited in the wings, he paced. The other slaves stared nervously. They knew for sure that he was going to oppose them. Right? He was surely one of Xexus' chosen. But such was not to be.

Voph paused, looking down the tunnel towards the arena as the announcer's voice boomed across the expanse. It spoke of death. Of blood. A roaring crowd demanded sacrifice. And the announcer goaded them on. Voph sighed quietly. "Follow me. Follow me, and earn your freedom." With that, he began to walk towards the tunnel, striding confidently out into the sunlight. The roar of the crowd greeted him, and he stood just within the light. His cloak whipped about him in the wind, threatening to reveal him to the waiting crowd. But the cloak held tight, and Voph held one hand aloft, calling for the attention of the crowd.

They roared at the sight of his upraised fist, prepared for the glorious battle he was soon to give them. Then, his hand lowered, and pulled back the hood of his cloak. As the slaves slowly filtered into the arena, Voph drew his weapon, letting his cloak tear from his shoulders to fall in the dust. His silver armor was revealed, glinting in the sunlight. The first of the beasts was nearly upon them. Voph's right hand outstretched, and with an audible snap, Voph's mighty weapon had appeared from the Aether, and found its home within his hand. "The games are underway. I'll keep as many safe as I can. The rest of the liberation is up to you now." Voph was indeed not the only Confederate at work here...

Tags: Aloy Vizsla || Open to Others

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[Whispers of Lumirith]

OBJECTIVE: Fight or Die!

Tags: Open to All​

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In the midst of the darkened cell, a lone figure knelt in the middle of the room, body silhouetted against the dim light behind it. The distant clap of metal against metal echoed through the chamber halls, silencing the slaves as they continued to listen on. The thunderous roar of the crowd above reverberated through the chambers, causing dust and small rubble to fall from the ceilings. The body remained motionless, matted hair obscuring the view of the unknown figure. The sound of groaning metal caused the figure to stir, as the slaves began to shout and jeer the guards. Heavy footsteps against wet duracrete grew in volume, echoing harshly against the earthen walls. ​

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The alien voices shouted through the grate at the figure, commanding them to stand and face away - and the figure would comply, knowing full well what non-compliance meant. A small chip embedded into the neck of the slave blinked green before turning a solid red, the device chimed elsewhere and a door opened, heavy footsteps now in the ears of the individual. The burly Gamorreans would snarl and oink, slapping together weapons, drawing the cosmic colored eyes upwards to where they were motioning. The figure would rise, slowly to its full height - before the guards moved in and shoved the slave forward and out the door. Whispers were abounding, and words were chanted as the slave was led towards the arena. An ancient word, almost spell-like when spoken - easily putting the guards on edge. This slave, no, this woman – was someone who wasn’t to be trifled with. ​

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The feet of the woman scuffled through the puddles of fecal matter and blood, as a freshly mutilated corpse was dragged from the arena and past her. She sighed heavily and looked around before shouting out in Dathomiri. <”Do we really have to go through with this?”> ​

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The arena master bellowed as the complaint of the woman was translated into Huttese. His displeasure was evident not only in the manner which he spoke, but also the strength behind the crack of the whip. <”SHUT IT, MAGGOT!”> ​

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The electrical snap of the whip was painful and hard, sending her briefly to her knees. With a grimace, she disregarded the being for the moment, instead opting to collect her weapons - well, sticks and pieces of metal they considered weapons. She grunted as she sifted through the discarded pieces of armor, only opting for a chest piece. She rose up on her feet, brushing off the dirt as she moved forward, soon disappearing in the chaotic fray of combat.​

 

[Verul Issant]

Defiance

Gamorean's on average were not a species particularly prone to possessing much in the way of intelligence. The porcine humanoids did however possess one trait that the once esteemed doctor now considered a highly favorable evolutionary development - superstition. Verul watched as two of the orc-like guards turned their gangrenously hued heads in the direction of an approaching apparition. The entity, which Verul had come to call the Flayed Man, took the appearance of a flensed cadaver of variable species. At the moment it had decided to torment the the two gamorean jailors assuming the rotund shape of one of their kin. Obscene masses of tallow covered the bleeding form as it stalked closer to the two guards. Wanting none of this the arena wardens were backing away as quickly as their stubby legs would allow making gestures meant to ward off evil.

This was the correct response. If one had asked Dr Issant a decade ago if such a being even existed he would likely scoff at it being merely a trick of the mind or possibly a delusion brought about by force use. To his younger self the force was something clear and natural something little different to gravity. Oh how wrong he was. The force was a medium in which malignant intelligences lurked each more eager than the last to make a mockery of what living people deemed the universal laws. Verul had a legion of these spirits haunting him at all times. It wore at his psyche and as a side effect made stealth next to impossible.

Under normal circumstances the gamorreans were absolutely doing the right thing. Getting as far away from the Flayed Man as possible was the correct move. On average none of Verul's apparitions were able to interact physically with the material world but that wasn't an absolute. On the rare occasion in which something did find pliancy with the barrier between this world and the next the results were gruesome to say the least. As one of the gamorreans began to back out the door its eyes never wavering from the specter in front of it there was a light thud.

The creatures squeal of terror quickly became a crescendo as electricity pulsed through its body searing the unknowing victim till he was little more than a smoking wreck. Sighing Verul emerged from the cover of a doorway clad in a suit of Av-1S powered armor. With a quick flick of his gauntleted hand he motioned the Dynamis Cat, the creature into which the unfortunate guard had backed into to pounce on the second guard. With no hesitation the great feline predator did so. Teeth and claws made short work of the pitiful slaver as the cats maw became red with blood.

The Flayed Man was clearly enjoying himself immensely at the sight of the death and in a deep and echoing tone let out a boom of laughter as if watching a sentient being being eaten alive by a feline predator was the greatest joke in the world. Verul pointedly made the effort to ignore the spook, he knew for a fact that they got worse if you acknowledged them. Any moment now his contact Lesha should be arriving. This was the doctor's first mission for the Confederacy but Lesha was someone that he had met before as people in his line of work would inevitably seek out those in hers. He had informed her of both his 'condition' or rather curse as well as the fact that he had brought along one of his projects in order to test it in a true combat scenario. If all went well the pair would be able to get to the cages where the arena's beasts were held. Though far from a pacifist and perfectly willing to employ and even create creatures for combat Verul did not approve of throwing away animal life in petty shows for the amusement of bloodthirsty onlookers. Really those who came to behold those spectacles were little better than the Flayed Man.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

S T A R T - A - R E B E L L I O N

Location: @Looviria
Equipment: In bio
Tag: Whispers of Lumirith | Kyyrk

The roaring crowds, The exchanging of money in a contest of luck as bets were placed on the lives of killers and the innocent alike, Forced to fight for the amusement of petty criminals who thought themselves kings. These were the things Aloy saw as she walked through the crowded seating of the stadium, Her avian clawed cybernetic foot tapping against the sandstone as each of the three claws rose and fell in a monotonous walk as she continued through.

This was all too familiar. She'd seen fights like this on tatooine in little gaps where the CIS had less presence than they thought. It had always disgusted her, The idea that these people would be killed for the amusement of others. Where was the honour in that? But at least they died fighting, It was a more respectable death than what many would be given in the pits below...

On behalf of the Enclave and their agreement with the CIS, Aloy had come to partake in the execution of slavers and goad the slaves into a revolt, Which she was more than happy to. Her people had been slaves of the sith until recently, And while these were no sith, They were just as guilty in her eye.

Eventually, Kyyrk enters the Arena, Cheered on by the roaring crowd and ready to do battle. She knew a figure would enter to instigate the slave revolt , Though she had never met them personally.

At the summoning of his weapon, Aloy took it as her cue.

Her jetpack roars to life, Carrying her swiftly out of the crowd and down into the sand strewn arena below, Landing not far from the previously cloaked figure as she removes her particle carbine from her shoulder as she marches up to the man, Her cybernetic leg clicking against the sand with each step.

::What's this? A Mandalorian has joined the Arena!:: The announcer shouts, Causing another roar to surge through the crowd and arena.

<"Not what I was expecting, But it looks like you've got them riled up. I got your back"> She says with the barest hint of enthusiasm before stopping at Kyyrk 's side, Turning to face the crowd.

<"Let the games begin! Haha!">

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[Lesha Weirr]

TAG: Verul Issant | Kyyrk | Aloy Vizsla | Whispers of Lumirith | Open

She had seen tings.

As a former Dauntless medic within the Confederacy, Lesha had seen some horrors. After years of patching up commandos or holding the hands of the dying all while mowing down enemies, she had finally had enough. A change of pace was needed.

Settling - if you could call it that - on Tatooine, Lesha had taken a liking to the smuggling business. Especially live cargo. But smuggling alone did not bring in enough credits. So honest work had to be done as well. These honest, live cargo courier jobs had brought her in contact with a few esteemed academia and zoologists. Verul Issant was one such person to whom she had made runs for in the past.

Now, he had called again.

This time, not only was her cargo hold needed, but her military expertise as well. Loovria was not for the faint of heart. She had heard talk on Tatooine of the slave pits starting up again. Lesha cringed on the inside. The horrors that would await in Strako, was something she dreaded. But she bundled BB-020 in her freighter and made for the chaotic ex-Planetary Alliance space.

On the Galdiator planet, it wasn't too hard to find her companion and his...companions.

Being ex-commando had it's benefits. Getting into a heavily guarded area was not the hardest thing to do. What she saw once inside, however was a different story. Between a horrific specter and Gamorrean gore dripping from the maw of a feline creature, this day seemed to be going great.

Leaning against a wall, she observed the bloody scene.
"This little project you spoke of doesn't mess around, Professor." she smirked. "Shall we get this show on the road?" she continued, motioning with her head to the arena above them, where the roar of the crowd would put a Rancor to shame. "What's left of these bodies won't go unnoticed."

 

[Cord Starfall]

Location: Looviria, Arena, Lower Pits
Equipment: None current; Equipment in bio on standby
Tag: Open | Whispers of Lumirith | Kyyrk | Aloy Vizsla | Lesha Weirr | Verul Issant


Small pens surrounded by rabid screaming people all thirsting for blood and money dotted this underground area. The crowd’s spit, mocked, and taunted those put in the small pens to fight each other to the death. Those that succeeded in killing their opponents might even get the great honor of fighting the arena above on day. If they were really lucky, they might even get a chance to fight for there freedom. Freedom at the cost of others lives was not freedom at all. Killing another left deep lasting scars that could never be washed away not even in a thousand years would they fade.


Cord grabbed at the slave collar around her neck, no point on putting a chip in a combatant’s brain until they had proven themselves. She was dressed in little more then burlap and her were feet bare made to step in the blood and fecal matter of the muddied ground. A Gamoran prodded at her pushing her into one of the pens surrounded by spectators. Inside was a skinny young man he couldn’t have been more then sixteen years old, no doubt put here as canon fodder for the spectator’s blood lust. He clearly wasn’t a capable fighter and probably wouldn't have survived mining or where ever else slaves got sent either. This boy was just an unfortunate soul sent to his death and for what a loaf of bread.


A man near the pens read out loud the crimes of the two people in this pen. The Boy convicted of theft from a local baker. Hardly an act deserving of this punishment but someone had to sate the people’s lust for blood. Then came Cords crimes of course she had purposely gotten herself caught in the act of Piracy specifically of Xexus’s royal yacht because frag that guy. After the crimes where read allowed a quick round of betting went on, people argued and placed their bets in hopes of winning big.


The sad part of these lower pits unlike the arena above the people down here doing the betting where mostly poor themselves. They were all just above the slave class most just a few steps away from finding themselves in these very pits fighting for there lives. All they wanted was to make enough money to feed their families or for some even had hopes of being able to make it up to the bigger games in the arena where real wealth and luxury could be had. These people watched their fellow man kill one another not realizing they could be next and probably would be. The system on this planet was designed to screw over the poor and weak just like sith society.


Cord eyed the crowd as the betting ended and the man who had barked their crimes screamed at them to fight. They only had their fists, stones, and bones of previous victims to fight with. If they got to close to the edges of the pen the crowd would reach for them, punch them, or in some cases stab them. The crowd was a greedy blood thirsty mob and would do anything to have their guy win.


The Boy rushed at Cord as she placed her hands behind her back and side stepped while putting out her right foot to trip the boy. She only tripped him so he wouldn’t run into the arms of the waiting crowd. The boy face planted in the muck. It wasn't long and he started to get back up, Cord just stepped on his back shoving him back down to the ground. The Crowd booed and spit at her as she was not exactly cooperating with there need for blood. “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” They all shouted like maniacs.

Her hand reached up to the slave collar she clinched her fist around it and with just a thought the force crushed the device. The thing is they did test for force sensitivity before choosing the collar they put on her. The Problem was Cord had force suppression used on her and the effects were now just wearing off. The man who had been bark at the combatants outside the ring screamed. “GUARDS!” At the top of his lungs cutting through the crowd noises of all the other pens in the area. That moment before the crowds scattered or choose to stay and fight happen that singular moment of calm before the chit storm.


Armed with nothing but her fists and the force at the moment someone else had brought her equipment for her and she would have to make it to them. “So, the fun begins.”

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

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Location: en route to planet Loovria
Ship: LCX-3
Tagging: Open
Post: 2

She hadn't wasted time learning more about Loovria as she prepared her ship for the jump. Karlie had downloaded as much info as available from both her father's report and that which was available through the hlo-net.
She would have time to go over it all during the crossing.

Her ship effortlessly slipped through Castagne's atmosphere reaching it's calculated jump point before seemingly disappearing as it instantly accelerated to hyper speed.

Loovria... so much disturbing history surrounding that system, Karlie were reading, as she travelled through hyperspace. It had a brief period of reform under the former Outer Planets Alliance. But the faction's collapse, it had quickly degenerated...reverted back to it's former caste system which to Karlie's dismay was the exploitation of the lower class.
The system was currently being sought by the CIS. Only for some reason Karlie couldn't understand, did not include military intervention.
No large planetary liberation seemed to be in the works by the CIS.
It were no wonder that Loovrie's file had not become public on Castagne then. The poor system's fate could still be under deliberation as to what measures the CIS were going to take if they did so commit their forces in liberating it.

Karlie immersed herself reading about the system, pretty much for the better part of the crossing.
She weren't certain as to what she could do, but to bear witness and report her findings.
Karlie were also unaware that many confederate individuals from many CIS states had taken upon themselves to answer the plight of the suffering on Loovria, even if they were not backed by the CIS military might.

Hours dredged by, as she felt she couldn't get there fast enough. But her ship was fast...very fast, clocking at 0.30
Still, time has a way of taking it's sweet time when one needs it to hurry. But physics could not be cheated, including physical endurance. Karlie had little rest and had been currently up with no sleep for 42 hours already... her body finally slipped for due rest.

Karlie had fallen asleep when the nav comp signaled her to awaken.
Beep beep beep...
She opened her eyes and jumped off her bed, readying herself. They were entering the Juvex sector and were to emerge in Loovrie system soon after.

 

[Verul Issant]

"Indeed I think we should." Verul gave a short motion of his head to the dynamis cat which promptly ceased its impromptu feast. The creature needed to consume a fair amount of meat to keep up its generation of lightning lest it face exhaustion. Killing the piggish guards wasn't exactly a taxing effort on its part though so a mere bite should suffice. Lisha herself was looking in rather good form. It helped to have people around that could deal with the more off-putting aspects of his existence and she took it in stride. Verul had found that regularly dealing with dangerous animals gave one a very pragmatic outlook on life. Having a gorax or krayt dragon break their restraints was a great teacher of the futility of histrionics. As he turned to address Lisha Verul noticed that the Flayed Man had vanished. It or one of its many accomplices would doubtlessly be back later to continue to plague him.

"This particular specimen is descended from that saber cat you got me some time ago." Verul motioned to the feline predator that accompanied him as they moved towards the upper area. "Quite a fighter just like his grandfather. Oh I'm guessing you have already seen the records but it seems that there are some quite rare specimens being kept in the arena up above. It would be rather a waste to leave them here as entertainment for the bloodthirsty idiots that frequent this place so I vote that we leave them in your care. Provided that I can take some samples I will be more than happy to assist in their subdual."

The unspoken statement here was that their handlers deserved no such consideration. The doctor was perfectly fine with those who ended up using animals for their own ends. After all symbiotic relationships were something that had happened for billions of years. Having rare and valuable creatures tear each other to pieces for nothing more than to stave off boredom for those who were too dull to find pleasure elsewhere was at once, both wasteful and deeply banal.

From the noise it would seem that there was already a skirmish occurring in the lower arena. The dynamis cat was showing too much interest in it however, which suggested that the affair may well contain a force user in some capacity. Verul had to be very careful about this. While not strictly at the control of the warlocks as per the Jedi and Sith the Confederacy did employ many in its ranks. While Verul himself would be perfectly alright if the Dynamis cat fulfilled its purpose and tore them to pieces it was neither the time nor place for such an event. Better that it be tested out on 'enemy' force users , as if any of the hated mages could be anything but before tipping his hand that much.

So as he emerged into the light of the open colosseum Verul took the measure of the situation. Numerous gladiators either locked in combat or grandstanding to the crowd. It seemed that one of the Confederacy's Mandalorian operatives had beaten them to it and was making herself known to the general public. She had the customary beskar plate mail of her faith so Verul wasn't too worried about her survival. What he was more interested was the two trandoshan gladiators coming for Lesha and himself with drawn vibro axes, accompanied by a trio of Chitonous Akk dogs.

"Looks like we have our first opponents."

 

[Lesha Weirr]

TAG: Verul Issant | Pyeth Raffinki | Open

Her attention was drawn to the feline.

It seemed Issant had put the saber she had delivered to him to good use. The project turned out quite impressive. She was quite interested in seeing what it could do, as she had missed its initial attack.

The good Doctor explained some more on the reason why she was here.
"Well the crates are ready. We can load up as many as my hold can carry. Let's go kick some butt." she said, standing up straight and moving in the direction of the main arena tunnel.

Once in the main pit, it was complete and utter chaos. It was interesting to see a Mandalorian in the thick of it. She almost felt sorry for the aggressors that had to look into the barrel of that blaster. But her attention was drawn to the Trandoshans, who had just finished off some slaves, making their way towards her and Verul. Blood was also dripping from the Akk dogs' maws. She barely heard the ring master announce their entrance.

Lesha's lip curled in a sneer as she drew one of her pistols, firing some AP rounds at a Trandoshan in the same movement. She hated Trandoshans. They were always more of a challenge, as they did not always drop after one shot. The lizard kept on coming, carried forward by his adrenaline and momentum. She had just enough time to dive out of the way, ending up in a roll.

As she got to her feet, she drew her vibroblade and crouched low. While waiting for the Trandoshan to turn his bulk around, Lesha changed the setting on her blaster to stun and sent a blue ring in the direction of an oncoming Akk dog.

It took long enough that right after the shot, the Trandoshan took a swing with his vibro axe at her head. She barely had enough time to lean back, the axe missing her throat by a hair's breath.

This was going to be fun.

Not.

 

[Lavria Xedrim]

TAG: Cord Starfall | Open

This had always been a grey area planet for Lavria.

Not only was its name close to her own, but its history never affected her in any way during her time in the Sith Empire. On the contrary, the Empire profited off of its exploits. That is until the Outer Planets Alliance had put a stop to it. Not that it ever bothered her in the past.

Since the seed of treason had been sown, however, it changed for her. Everything changed. One thing lead to another and she ended up in Confederate space, apprenticed to the Vicelord and an initiate in the Knights Obsidian. This, in turn, persuaded her to do some good in the Galaxy - albeit still being a Dark Sider.

The directive she was given now was simple enough - assist a specific fellow Knight Obsidian in any way necessary. She only knew to bring along the person's gear to the planet Loovria and help overthrow the oppression that had crept back in there. So she and Lars traveled to the Gladiator planet to await Cord Starfall 's appearance.

It wasn't a long wait. Before long, she heard the jeering of the crowd in the lower pits and she felt the shifting of the Force.
"Lars, I want you to be ready to move at my say so. Copy?" she told her droid over her commlink as she moved to the pits.
He bleeped out a confirmation from the Scimitar she was flying around in now. Lavria knew she could always count on him. He had helped save her hide more times than she could count.

At the pits, it was quite the spectacle. A kid had rushed at Cord to try and win his freedom, but she deftly diffused him. She then just had to go ahead and call attention to herself so early on. When the ring master's voice bellowed for the guards, Lavria took that as her cue. She launched herself over the bloodthirsty spectators' heads and landed in the pit with Cord. Throwing her her swords, Lavria then drew her own lightsabers.
"Quite the predicament you got yourself into now." she smirked at Cord, falling into a battle stance as the guards clambered over the pit walls and readying their electrostaffs.

Lavria missed the taste of true battle. She needed this fight for a change.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Descending upon planet Loovria
Ship: LCX-3
Tagging: Open
Post: 3


The first thing she noticed were the lack of security signals...no planetary defenses.
Not active ones anyways...

So this were Loovria, she were thinking. A planet on the outskirts of the Mid Rim that currently was lawless. Since the breakup of the Outer Planet's Alliance, the system reverted back to an anarchy state...lawless in the sense of civilized and moral statures.

The question was, why had she not been informed of the CIS's interest in the system? Karlie had to come across Loovrie while rummaging through her father's office. As far as she knew, no sanctioned military action had been planned on liberating this system by full scale offensive assembly.

What Karlie were able to pick up on her sensors as she descended toward the planet were a few scattered independent CIS transponders. Seemed other from her faction had taken interest enough to head on over to this wayward system like she had.

The Castan LCX-3 sliced through the atmosphere sounding off a thunderous Mach10 boom before Karlie pulled back to cruising speed.
Terrain mapping were instantaneous and a few city and densely populated urban areas were being displayed. Choosing an optimal landing site near one of the larger settlement, she landed her ship. It were a remote area, nestled between an outcrop of natural sandstones and what appeared to be a dry river bed not too distant from one of the more populated sites.

Karlie opted not to arm herself, but rather dress as inconspicuous as possible, choosing what she believed would allow her to meld in with the middle class. It were her best option to observe, bear witness to what her father's files indicated this system to have reverted too. If true, then she would certainly relay that to her father's Cabinet. After all her father was Viceroy of Castagne. With evidence presented, they could not ignore the fact that Loovria needed full CIS intervention...not just a few CIS concerned individuals or parties.
Karlie certainly didn't want another Alderaan incident to happen, where the CIS IGNORED it's plight when it were repeatedly attacked by the vile sith.

 

[Royal Myrlin]

Location: Looviria, Space
Ship: CNS Gambit
Tags: Open

The CNS Gambit or what use to be the CNS Gambit as it had all CIS and CNS marking removed pulled out of hyperspace right above the upper atmosphere. The maneuver was dangerous but pull off perfectly by some of the best crew and droids in CIS. The maneuver was meant as a confusion tactic you avoided long range sensors by Hyper jumping right into a very small window where long range and short-range sensors intersected. Since long range sensors had not pick you up earlier short-range sensors would be confused for a moment think your ship was anomalous artifact until it could correct itself and realize there was something there. The downside is if someone was manually watching over the sensors, they might realize what it was before the sensors corrected themselves.


Even a star destroyer could pull off the maneuver though the possibility of manual detection was higher due to the size of the ship. Royal stood aboard the bridge her arms clasped behind her back as she watched the piloting crew finish up the first part of there duties the hard part of getting was done. The reason for removing the CNS and CIS marking was a further diversionary tactic to buy Royal and her crew time. Loovria being a hub of scum and villain upon checking the marking and identification of the ship might think it was stolen rather then a CIS Ship. Also, NAVCOM intel state that Loovria’s grid and sensors were a bit outdated so it would just buy them even more time to do what they had to do.


“Begin, scans!” Royal barked the order to the crew.


The plan was simple, get as close to the planet scan for sensors, Radar, defense weapons, and their main electrical grid sources. NAVCOM Intel already had location on some of it but once the scans were done, they could begin targeting those areas. This would allow the Navy to swoop in and intercept any slaver ships that tried to escape or high value targets. The Scan began and now all Royal could do is wait until all the targets were pinpointed. Ion weapons would be used to take out targets to minimize casualties.

 

[Pyeth Raffinki]

Lesha Weirr || Verul Issant

Pyeth viewed bloodsports as odious, even if he searched past the reality of his situation placed against other sentients, the Rishii could not appreciate the pleasure spectators enjoyed. Ironic that those same people would have judged his people as barbaric on Rishi. He felt a sadness for the slaves forced to fight, and the half-starved beasts he would inevitably be forced to put down.

Given a choice, he would not have taken up his spear against a slave nor a beast. He had vividly protested the assignment, despite knowing full well why it was his Master had assigned it. The Galaxy was not at peace, conflict was everywhere from the slums of the industry to the honeycomb nest cities of the inner rim and ignoring that left Pyeth not only vulnerable but at risk of becoming ignorant of the people he wished to help and protect but that didn't mean he couldn't do it his way. Still, this was his flock now, and he had no intention of letting them down with the added advantage of striking a blow against a warlord.

The ringmaster spoke to the thunderous clash of Gamorrean blades in the pit beyond, to his side, still bound in chains wounded from past battles. Those that cried from the pain that had been caused were clear, grime-covered faces blemished by now dry tears, a single pig-faced brute watching him as Pyeth worked diligently. He managed to slip a few poultices into their allotment of water, it dulled the pain any more required freedom he did not have under watchful eyes. Still, the less seriously wounded had noticed his efforts, earning him some modicum of trust that would be important in the moments ahead.

"GUARDS!!" boomed the voice, drawing the brutes' attention away that was as good a sign as any. Pyeth moved swiftly, catching the Gamorrean's arm before he could bring his weapon to bear and struggled to disarm him. Thankfully, for what Pyeth lacked in strength the slaves in numbers did not, as several of them scrambled and tackled the guard.

Picking up the axe, Pyeth cooed, giving directions and warning them to avoid the fighting pits if at all possible the very same place he now rushed to join. Soon the fighting broke out, but not the kind the slavers had expected. Taking a second to survey the chaos, a Tandoshan moved with surprising speed to assault one of his allies who deftly evaded the oncoming attack. It moved to the outflank, seeking revenge for their fallen kin, rapidly gaining momentum in their charge.

Cawing angrily, he charged forward intercepting them and transferring the energy into the weight of his blow, the axe did little more than annoy the beast becoming lodged in armoured plates, but that was enough for now at least it appeared more interested in him, hopefully creating an opening for the more peculiar man.

 

[Verul Issant]

Pyeth Raffinki Lesha Weirr

It would seem that another ally had joined the melee. An avian sapient of a species that Verul could remember vaguely from his days as a lecturer. It distracted the Trandoshan allowing Lesha the opportunity to counter attack. While she was well capable enough of handling herself this might allow her to push the offensive letting them get and maintain the upper hand through the conflict. Verul had two Akk hounds circling him currently. The creatures let out a low throaty grown as they stalked mouths slavering at the thought of fresh meat.

Despite being reptiles their canine moniker was well earned. They were after all pack hunters that worked best when outnumbering the enemy. As the first of the saurian beasts charged Verul flicked a motion with his prosthetic hand to the dynamis cat. The reptile was sailing through the air with a leap when the big feline collided with it. Four hundred kilograms of muscle and bone struck the lizard smashing it from its aerial arc and pinning it to the ground. The dynamis cats claws were strong but on their own they were not enough to rend the Akk hounds armor plating. A well placed bite could likely do it but that wasn't the order that the doctor had given the big cat. Subdual was the key directive and even as the Akk dog was pinned lighting sprang from the dynamis cat's hide playing across the creatures body. An Akk hounds carapace was notoriously good at warding heat being able to deflect a blow from a lightsaber however the dynamis cat had a few advantages on this front.

The electricity like a tide washed over the Akk hound finding the chinks and hollows in its armored plating. Not enough to kill but well enough to paralyze the creature. It was a testament to the loyalty and training of the dynamis cat that the creature didn't simply proceed to go about shattering shell bits like a nutcracker to get to the tasty flesh beneath. However at that moment the second Akk hound collided with Verul using the distraction provided by the first. It was at the moment that the reptile struck that Veul's memory dredged up what the avians were called - Rishii a somewhat secretive species of carnivors that came from a planet of the same name.


Verul didn't have time to celebrate his apparent lack of early onset dementia because the Akk was busy trying to rip and tear at his power armor. Using his mechanical fist Verul landed a hefty blow to the creatures jaw which seemed to only distract the beast for half a second while it vaguely registered pain. Getting these things alive for Lesha was a major priority at the moment but from what he could remember about the durability of their shells and the extreme level of tolerance for impact what he was about to do would likely not prove lethal. With his armored left hand Verul grabbed the beast by one of the fangs protruding from it's lower jaw. His other prosthetic arm he placed on the side of the creatures temple and with a click fired a round from his imperial heavy repeater that he had integrated into his mechanical limb point blank.

The caliber of the slug was lesser than that of the normally larger repeaters but it was at the end of the day still a fire arm being discharged at extremely close range. A spider web of cracks appeared at the Akk hounds temple and with a woosh of air exiting its lungs it fell to the ground motionless but breathing. They really were tough little bastards.

 

[Garza]

How best to play the part of a potential buyer, while also getting in close so then one could start some problems? Easy, play a Mandalorian who is buying for a contractor. Wasn't difficult since I am one. However, It was a run-down set of armor that was more useful as a museum piece than actual armor. Frankenstein-Armor that was all kinds of different colors. However, Carrying a sword, a couple pistols made the getup look legit. Hidden face and all, with a nice voice scrambler to keep everything on the down low. I sounded instead like a guy who smoked deathsticks for thirty years.

"Only buyers."

Being stopped at the opening of this ring, it was for people who could prove they would be able to buy a slave, a warrior or creature. However, most came here for the slaves and warriors. Reaching towards my belt, the guard threw up his own blaster to my head. Thinking I was going for a weapon. I just continued as though it didn't matter, and pulled out a credit chip worth about 500. Holding it between my gloved index and thumb, I closed my fist around it, Moved forward, grabbed his hand and shook it. Leaving the chip in his hand before walking past.

"Uh... Welcome?"

I stayed silent when I could. Moving through the doors, it didn't take long to see many kinds of species willing to buy slaves for their uses. Clearly some of these ugly ass ones wanted a piece of ass or two, and even a Hutt was over on the side. A nod over to the Hutt was met with a raised glass of some kind of drink. Coming over towards the glass window that separated the VIP section of buyers and the pit below, my arm raised and pressed against the glass to lean on it.

So many people down there. So many to get out of here. This might be a little bit of a problem. A single person would be nearly impossible. Maybe if I had a second person?

Lunara Azure

 

[Falcon Rekali]

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Tag: Whispers of Lumirith | Emberlyn Rekali | Open

Aaralyn Rekali, his wife, was in the land of the living. He had been treated to a... vision of her in the snows of Vandor, where it seemed she had been dumped out of the Nether almost right where he stood with fervent desire for just the lightest ethereal touch, but this was a sign, a palpable shift in the feeling he had long become accustomed to, of her being just out of reach, beyond the pale. It was almost as if he could feel her everywhere and nowhere, until the shock of the fact of her walking this plane once again subsided and he tried to feel her out. Spending months searching in surreptitious ways, so as not to upend the stable existence he had been providing for his only grandchild, whose existence and presence had seen him through the darkest of days, gave him some purpose, an anchor to resist giving in to the pull to march into the Nether to be with the love of his life, to never return; though the possibility of having her close enough to touch did at least some part in bring him back from that metaphorical, though no less real, ledge, it didn't truly cure him of what afflicted his mind, soul, and spirit.

"You'll need to watch very closely, adiik."

It was some semblance of this explanation that he had rehashed, re-explained, for Emberlyn... oh, how many times now? He would have lost count if he'd cared to keep track. How many times he had resolutely rebuffed her cheeky insistence that her grandmother was a zombie, that the Force made such things possible. That she could very well be here, and they were here to see if his skills as a tracker, a hunter, were still sharp.

"Not only for your ba'buir - I hear there's several other strong warriors out to bring the enslaved their freedom. Many won't use a blaster."

He held out the bag of mixed nuts for her to take from. If not for the girl seated next to him, that in so many ways reminded him of his eldest child, her mother, he might be down in that fray, riding on hope, and freeing the people. The reminders hurt, but were softened by the twinge of fondness. Had she been raised fully in the clans, she would doubtless be preparing for her verd'goten, now, if not in the near future. She learned much from how he had taught her to observe, both from within and without the view of the anthropological eye. It all could play in to being a better, more rounded member of their particular, disparate clan.

'And they'll kill the slavers?'

He grunted. A noncommittal response. Maybe.

Chaos NaNo: 455 words

 

[Nimue]

L O C A T I O N | En-Route to Loovria
O B J E C T I V E | BYOO - Stop the Plague
T A G S | Aries Creed​

A rare and strange occurrence seemed to be swelling within the high priestess. Nimue was nervous. She had been from the moment she and Aries stepped onto the ship to depart for Loovria.

Her nerves were not displayed in ordinary ways. She did not mumble or fuss, she did not fret or fidget. She sat. In silence. Still silence. Her gaze fixated on the viewport as it streamed through the endless black expanse of space. With Aries, she was ordinarily talkative. She liked hearing about his adventures across the galaxy, in both timelines. The sound of his voice soothed her, but she was in no mood for it today. In the quiet, she could think clearly. Plan ahead. She had much more to think about now than her own safety, or even Aries’ safety.

A hand rested protectively on the top of the ever-growing swell of her stomach. It was a stance she ordinarily objected to take in front of her sisters. Fear and worry were not traits of the Silma. Yet, then again, neither was pregnancy. The only written account of a member of the Silma falling pregnant was sparse, to say the least. The history tomes merely dated the time the sister was discovered to be pregnant. Nothing more. No date of the birth, no mention of the father, no documentation for the child. The sisters thus far had assumed her pregnancy to be divine intervention. A gift from the oracle. That was how Nimue preferred it. Their protection of the child was paramount to its survival.

“I will need all your strength today.” Nimue finally broke the silence. Her ghostly tone filling the room like thick black smoke. “What we must do is no small feat.” Up to now, she had been unwilling to explain the matter to Aries in detail. Focus was often deterred by knowledge. Intimate details opened doors to planning and assuming. Both of which Nimue deemed unnecessary on Aries’ part. Now, the outline of Loovria was becoming clearer and clearer against the monotonous backdrop of space. There would be little time to discuss the details when they were planet-side. So, it was now or never.

“The Oracle blessed me with a vision.” Nimue began. “Thirty years ago, I saw the Confederacy’s arrival to Loovria. I saw their attempts to free them of slavery…” Nimue’s voice trailed off here, into the deathly silence the cabin had been dominated by before. It took her a moment or two to form the words, but when they came, they came quickly. “I saw their failure. I saw a disease tear through the world like wildfire. There was no mercy. Not even the plants survived. By the time the Confederacy came to the relisation that something was wrong, every living thing on the planet had turned into something monstrous.”

The way she spoke the last word, there was no denying the fear behind it. For something to terrify Nimue to that degree, someone who had lived long enough to see all the horrors of the galaxy? That notion alone should have been enough to speak volumes to Aries. “It did not end there. Every coven, every faction waring or otherwise, every man, woman and child, came to together to try to prevent it from spreading. We failed in that too. The disease spread everywhere.” She pressed her lips together for a brief moment, as she lifted her hand to join the first on top of her stomach. “The Oracle did not gift me with the solution to this disease, or indeed if we ever found one before the last of us were taken. I fear the only way to prevent it is to stop it at the source. And if we fail…”

Silence took over the cabin again. This time, Nimue did not break it. Nimue was fresh to her position of high priestess the last time thoughts of fear, and doubting her abilities, had taken such a violent hold of her. It had been a life and death situation then too, but she had been alone. It had suited her needs. Nobody would have been able to help her even if she had been in possession of company. Today was altogether different.

Though the thought of dragging Aries into such a dangerous mission cemented an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, it was necessary. Unlike then, she could not accomplish this alone.​

 

[Aries Creed]

I am one with The Force and The Force is with me.

Aries was suspended upside down in a handstand as the mantra coursed through his mind. Training. That was what he'd spent the majority of their trip to Loovria doing, training on The Force and empowering his will and focus. It had been miserable. He trained because there was nothing else to do. With Nimue in a shaky mood, she turned to her greatest cave of escapism that left Aries unsure how to proceed, silence. He hated the silence. He'd tried to approach her a few times in hopes of learning her thoughts but each attempt promptly failed. So he ceased his attempts and turned his mind towards bettering himself. He didn't want to be suspended in a handstand. His mind flashed to the exact activity he preferred to be engaged in with Nimue. It caused his mouth to water and his muscles to stiffen.

He could see her, seated next to a viewport with her beautiful gaze drifting into space. He noticed the soft skin that coursed down her slender neck and appreciated it from across the room. He breathed out, his muscles spasmed as his focus on The Force was momentarily shaken, causing the reinforcement to his strength and balance to wither. He shifted, however managed to avoid toppling over with a subtle dip into The Force. He breathed out, his eyes closing one moment again before he heard Nimue's voice. His eyes opened as he turned his gaze to her. He heard the words she spoke yet....he misunderstood.

Almost immediately Aries pushed off of his arms, flipping onto his feet with a soft grun. Almost immediately he began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, suggestively. "Oh you can have it all." He said in a sultry tone as Nimue's next worlds only caused him to delve deeper into the hole of ignorance. "I'm so ready." With his chest exposed, his arms came over Nimue's shoulders as she spoke again, finally causing Aries to understand the true meaning behind her words.

Aries looked past the Priestess, turning his eyes to the planet that grew ever closer. Now he was beginning to understand what she spoke of. The Great Plague that had destroyed the galaxy in Aries' timeline had been a monstrous event, followed by years of galactic downfall and a civil war that claimed the lives of nearly every living being. It had been that destruction that brought Aries back into time, to this moment so that he could fulfil the need of The Force. They must destroy the plague at its source before it spreads to all beings in the galaxy. He turned his eyes to Nimue and spoke softly. "I'll go alone." His hand came down over the bump on the woman's stomach, his eyes looking to her pointedly. "We cannot risk our child to this." He told her.

The man turned from the woman he loved, buttoning his black shirt while speaking softly. "I'll destroy it and be back before dinner." He said with a confident smirk coming to his lips. He took hold of the double bladed lightsaber and clipping it to his belt. Returning to Nimue, he let a hand fall over her cheek in a loving manner, but his tone was neutral and revealed how serious he took this. "If i fail. You need to leave. Take whatever you can and find the most uninhabited, livable planet you can. With the Silma you can live there and maybe figure out how all of this started. Do not let our child fall to this as my family did before." He urged her.