The Shadow Under Corbos [TSE Dominion of Corbos Hex]

[Mulokhai Zarandur]

Mulokhai Zarandur​

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Location: Corbos Mining City​

Objective: 1​

Post #4​

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Staring up towards those on the rooftops, Mulokhai finally pulled his gaze away. He needed to...take a moment. Control his breathing, that was all. Snapping out from his confused stupor, he made out a set of armour approaching, one he recognized as the Lieutenant. "Are you alright, m'lord?" There was a pause as the Acolyte still felt some disorientation, stepping off the Leviathan's head, his saber rescinding back into the hilt with a hiss.

"Yes, I think...yes, I am. Don't...stare at me, get back to your positions. Form a perimeter. There may be more in the area." As Akk began to do that exact thing, Mulokhai moved into one of the buildings, still half-wrecked by everything that had already happened thus far. He reached down to the side of his robes, pulling up a small holocommunicator and holding out in his palm. He pressed on the side, hearing the calling noise eventually stop as a figure began to form. "Overseer. I have-"

"Completed your task. Yes, I know, Acolyte. Do you think I have gone blind since our last conversation? I have live feed." Mulokhai glanced over in Akk Squad's direction, particularly taking a look at their helmets before his gaze went back to the figure on the holocommunicator. Overseer Vamin was imposing even at this stature. The more experienced Sith stood with a constantly proud posture, with a straightened back and crossed arms. His horns seemed longer and sharper than most of Iktochi, and his face was almost always taut into an expression mixed between anger and disappointment - his dark armour and flowing cloak didn't aid his unfriendly appearance.

"No, Overseer. Since you know though, I won't have to explain that the Leviathan is dead. I've completed my task, so is there any particular reason a dropship isn't already here?" Vamin's face somehow scrunched together even more; he clearly didn't enjoy that response. "What do you think of me? A babysitter at your beck and call, supplicant? Consider yourself lucky you aren't in physical reach." Mulokhai had to hold back from smirking. He did enjoy pushing the older man's buttons, if only to prove that he could. No matter how much abuse it had resulted in already.

"I thank my lucky stars every day, Overseer. Now, may I return, or is there something else?" The Overseer scoffed, as though deciding on something in a moment. "Something else? There are more of these beasts ravaging this world. Our world, the one that belongs rightfully to our Empire. You will not return until the planet is fully within our Emperor's grasp, and if I see a single missing soldier from your squad, I will wrack your body with more pain than you can imagine!"

Suddenly the figure disappeared. He had hung up. That was Vamin, he supposed. Always knew how to make an exit. The Acolyte put away his communicator, moving up behind the Lieutenant one more as he spoke quietly. "We aren't done here." Almost as if on cue, another bestial roar was heard; followed by a few more in the distance.

There was so much more to be done.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​​The Destroyer truly felt alive atop the colossal Galvanoth as he surveyed the efforts of the Empire he led along with his nephew. It was glorious to feel the heat of the Genocides hellflame as he bathed Leviathans sowing destruction and death in their wake. Imperial crews worked to capture and secure those susceptible to their will while the most rebellious ones were targeted for annihilation. Even after so much death the Genocide hungered for more he could feel the beasts very desire for more in his mind. If unleashed it would kill thousands, tens of thousands for the sole reason of existing in the same general area. There was only one thing that kept the beast reigned in and in check and that was his masters will.

Everything was proceeding as they had foreseen.

It felt good to fly alongside his blood [member="Darth Carnifex"] on the battlefield even moreso since it was one of the only locations that he truly felt alive, most of his other sensations were claimed by the dark side and he was incapable of feeling them. But fighting side by side with family and sowing death? He could feel that.

When Kaine dropped down he hovered in mid air activating his HUD that allowed him to check on their forces progress planet wide, checking everything before he too brought Galvanoth down to the ground alongside Adramelech and Kaine. The very ground shook as the multi ton beasts landed. There was a very strong heat rolling off the gargantuan monster that wreaked of smoke, brimstone, and the raw, powerful stench of death. Despite the monstrous beasts appearance the Shadow Hand seemed to sit comfortably on top of it, his hands on the reigns as he looked at [member="Cassandra Paige"] and [member="Itash Mecetti"]. They were two very influential owners of companies with both holding lucrative contracts with the Sith Empire. It was individuals like them who helped the Empire prosper through their dealings, providing excellent goods and services that benefitted everyone involved. They were both looked upon favorably by his nephew and so he made it his business to getting to know what he could about them through gathered intelligence. A meeting was inevitable.

"A pleasure to finally meet you Lady Page, Lord Mecetti I have heard a lot about you. If you need any assistance conducting your affairs here on Corbos please do not hesitate to ask."

​Post: 3

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Cass inhaled sharply as he pressed her against the wall, a soft "Tash please-" which would have been followed by a 'not now' before his mouth covered hers and she melted against him. Cass preferred (as he well knew) keeping business and pleasure separate, but that didn't stop the slightly breathless moment after he pulled away. Which turned into a small frown as she straightened her jacket and shot him a look. This was neither the time nor the place, it said.

Despite the previous, momentary lapse.

Heels takking on the durasteel of the floor, she moved past him, disembarking a step or two ahead of him- her turn for a small power play- and into the grim light of Corbos.

Ugh, she hated it already.

Of course, they were greeted to quite a show when they disembarked.

Cass watched with a certain disgusted fascination as the blue skinned young man jousted with a leviathan. It was far enough away that it posed no real threat to their landing zone, but close enough to be impressive.

Of course, the Sith were never ones for small moments or single impressions.

She stepped onto the tarmac, the sound of equipment being readied behind, and even Cass had to pause and take a step back as a pair of *dragons* landed not far from them. She turned her head, calling over her shoulder without taking her eyes off of the beasts.

"Get images of those," she instructed the science team, before focusing the whole of her attention on one Dark Lord Carnifex- and who she suspected was his right hand, a particular Darth Prazutis. Force users, in general, were not her favorites. But the business relationship between her and the Sith had thus far been very lucrative, so she (barely) had to feign the warmth in her voice when she addressed them.

"Thank you for inviting us, Lords," she said with a smile and inclined her head, offering a bow as Tash caught up. "Hopefully my science team can be helpful today, yes? Though with such dashing young sith at your disposal I'm not certain if we will be of much help, the trouble seems very well in hand," she added with a laugh, gesturing toward the figure of Filiae.

[member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: BYOO

Well... three of her Adepts were now worse than dead. The fools had strayed too close to the mouth tendrils of a Leviathan and been deposited into its blister traps. Oh well, they had proved to be distraction enough for one of the adults to be brought down through a combination of Force Lightning and arc casters. The other was roaring and swiping at her forces, but the lightning was keeping it at bay. Her forces would be able to handle that one, which left the biggest one for her.

She honestly did not have the time nor the desire to deal with it in a prolonged bout across the crater.

Rising into the air, purple and blue electricity crackled around her. Yellow eyes blazed behind her mask, the Leviathan roaring as it neared her. With a flash, she unleashed the powerful storm of Force Lightning into the hide of the monster. Repeated bolts struck it, the monster being subjected to her rage at being slowed in achieving her goal. When her feet touched back to the ground, all that remained of the Leviathan was a charred corpse. A swirl of her cloak, and she continued onwards. She could feel her men had subdued the other adult, and it even still lived. Even better than she had hoped.

 

[Mulokhai Zarandur]

Mulokhai Zarandur​

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Location: Corbos Mining City​

Objective: 1​

Post #5​

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Staying on one knee next to the Lieutenant, Mulokhai watched as two Leviathans caused chaos amidst what looked like a Platoon or two of Legionnaires, the squad leader on his right staring through the macrobinoculars. The soldier seemed to realize something, beginning to hold out the macrobinoculars towards him. "I don't need them. I can feel everything happening down there."

It was awful - not because of the rampant death, of course. Such a thing was expected, especially on a combat mission of this size, with this many Legionnaires and with enemies of this scope and ferocity. They were products of the Dark Side, and that made them powerful beyond a typical soldier's understanding. That was why they could not be left to deal with this. "Same as last time, but I don't need any of you in its sights. Set up the rocketeer and your designated marksmen as normal, but take the heavy support and seperate. Keep an eye on the other Leviathan; as the platoon falls back in position, it'll follow. I need to know where it is once this one is dead."

Mulokhai glanced over, the Lieutenant giving a nod before he made a signal for four of his soldiers to follow him. "Understood, my lord." That was fine. As he began to set up the other members of Akk for taking up their strategic positions to attack the Leviathan, the Acolyte simply leaped to another rooftop, continuing to close in on the large beast's path of wreckage.

The screaming was somehow worse. It felt as though it echoed through Mulokhai's body, almost making him shake as he focused on his anger, on the frustration and hatred he felt. Not just for this mission, not just for the Overseer, but that it took him this long to get here; this long to find home. He waited, staring with an intense eye at the beast, before it turned its back to the squad, exposing the blister traps. "Fire at will."

The Acolyte broke into a sprint as rockets exploded onto the beasts's back, causing it to turn for a moment. Leaping off of his run, Mulokhai soared through the air down towards the Leviathan. His saber was poised, ready to strike. It would have - he know it would have, if only the Leviathan's eye hadn't glanced in his direction. Before he could reach its head, a tentacle suddenly whipped outwards, smashing into the mid-air Sith.

Mulokhai went crashing in through the building's window, still flying through the air as he demanded of the force to protect him, trying to shield himself as the saber slipped from his hands. He crashed through what felt like one wall, then two. His body contorted from the impacts, and as he landed on his back, he felt himself roll back over from the momentum, laying almost flat on his front.

Everything was dizzy. Everything hurt. It was so...murky. All he could hear, all he could feel...were the screams. Of the souls already dead, those doomed to agony in a blister trap. His fingers twitched as he tried to rise, tried to call upon his body to move. He hadn't ever taken a hit that hard, and as he did his best to try and shake the dark of unconsciousness away, he heard something through the screams. A sound that could only be described as giant fingers, giant claws.

Scraping their way towards him.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Itash looked past the dragons (dragons, why did it always have to be dragons??) and noticed the surprising appearance of Filiae. Oh, it was far enough that it could conceivably be some other Chiss Sith, until she turned around to observe them from a far anyway. While Paige did her introductions Itash brought two fingers to his brow and flicked them in the air in the classical Tapani greeting.

The respect of one offered to the glory of another.

"My Lords," An inclination of his own followed as he stepped up next to Paige. "The pleasure is certainly ours. Had I realized we would meet face-to-face I would have brought gifts from the court of Tapani here, rather than send them to Bastion."

Of course being the brother of the current ruling Lord of House Mecetti did not exactly put him on the same height as the Dark Lord of the Sith or his cousin, but in terms of nobility... once you had the blood?

It was far more about your reputation and your willingness to assert yourself than anything else.

Dashing?

Tash glanced over to Cass, before following her eye to Filiae. Oh... good lord that was hysterical. It took all his effort not to let the smile of amusement pop up. He could see it, certainly, from some distance. Shaved crown, blue skin, the lack of proximity. Oh, this was amusing. "I'd have to agree with miss Paige, of course. Didact will do its best to keep up with the Lords of the Sith."

In truth Didact was more focused on containment and protection of the GenPals security.

Void Troopers - perfect for a hostile environment like this one - quite busy with keeping the threat these Leviathans isolated from any important endeavors. You'd be surprised how much a Leviathan disliked being shocked with enough ion nets to bring down a capital ship.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Emperor swung one leg over the saddle of his beast, and dropped seventeen meters down to land resoundly on the tarmac. Adramelech shook his powerful neck in response, lowering himself down on his haunches to momentarily rest in the absence of his dismounted rider.

"My brethren are eager to spill blood, and to prove themselves against such terrifying beasts. But if slaying the Leviathans was my only goal then you would not be here today, Lady Paige. These beasts are far more valuable alive than dead, which is why some of my more measured warriors have been tasked with subduing rather than outright butchery. It has been centuries upon centuries since anyone living or dead has laid eyes on wild Leviathans such as these."

Creating such creatures from scratch was a dangerous and delicate art, with failure often being the supreme outcome of such trials. But now that the Empire would soon find itself with an abundance of corpses and several live specimens?

Well then, that could lead to greater success.

"If your people and mine put their heads together, I am certain we can discover something that can benefit both." His eyes swayed over towards the handsome escort, the brother of the current ruling Lord of House Mecetti. "Any gifts from the Tapani Sector are a welcomed pleasure, my Lord. I will have to send your house something in return, from one noble to another."

[member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Filiae"]​

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

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Darth Filiae dismounted from her speeder and started walking towards Itash and that one GenPals executive. She returned the Tapani's gesture, a smile creeping over her lips, but did so just in time to see the two kakdijs zuta landing and the delegates meeting the immediately recognisable and imposing figures of the Dark Lord and his hand. Filiae's pace slowed, but stopping would seem like cowardice. So she opted for cautious approach.

The young chiss swallowed hard and straightened her back, her cybernetic hand clenching hard around the edge of her helmet.

Behind her, a team of helping hands from Andromeda Inc. crawled out of a crevice where they had hidden and set to preparing the carcass of the leviathan for stasis and transportation to Rhen Var. They left the blood soaked lance leaning on the speederbike, looked at their boss, then scurried off.

With the purposeful step of someone who had made up her mind despite contrary thoughts, Nethil approached the delegates.

She made a most courteous bow to [member="Darth Carnifex"] and [member="Darth Prazutis"] first. "Esteemed Emperor Carnifex, Lord Prazutis." While she bowed most politely, she never took her eyes off them, but watched their legs carefully - It was a custom instilled in her from the Csen'ai: Never let them see you averting your gaze.

Rising from her bow, she turned first to [member="Itash Mecetti"] . Her hand went out to shake his, but she quickly pulled him into a shoulder-to-shoulder hug and whispered very quietly in his ear. "Moved on already? I am hurt."

Letting go, she finally moved to introduce herself to [member="Cassandra Paige"] with a subtle offer of a handshake and an overtly polite inclination of her head. A a wry smile on her lips as her eyes glided over the human's obviously new cybernetics. "Miss, Cassandra Paige. Filiae, at your service."

 

[Cassandra Paige]

The science team was disembarking with their equipment, but Cass's attention was on the two Sith before her, and, peripherally, on Tash. She kept the smirk off of her face at him following her.

She inclined her head, looking up at Kaine as he approached. And up. And up. Good lord. It hadn't been as noticeable when he'd been astride the dragon- the scale had made it difficult to parse.

She was aware that he wasn't human, but this seemed excessive.

A small nod, taking his words in stride.

"We have had the luxury of working with the genetic materials, but they were not raw," she replied candidly. There were times to play games, to pretend at more knowledge than one had. This was not one of them. "Altered slightly for their preservation. But I have brought a few individuals with me who can read a gene chart like a newsflimsy and one with a...." her nose wrinkled ever so slightly, "Passion.... for this particular species."

Doctor Larry Fisher looked up from the equipment like he had heard his name, but Cass didn't notice.

She had stepped in toward Tash, about to link her arm into his when she caught the blur of blue out of the corner of her eye. Cass blinked as the Chiss Sith appeared out of no where (her attention had been entirely on the Dark Lord and his Hand), and hugged Itash. She caught only part of the whisper- less the words and more the tone.

Grey eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Besides that, up close, Filiae was obviously female, Cass was not particularly phased by her earlier misjudgment.

"Filae," she said, noting privately that it sounded more like a cut of meat than a proper name. She looked her up and down, appraising, for a moment before accepting the handshake.

"Charmed."

Cass was not.

But she smiled, warm and friendly.

"You and Tash," she used the more familiar deliberately, "seem well acquainted! How did you two meet?"

[member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

A small group had now formed the interaction between the two new arrivals to Corbos, the Dark Lord and his hand swiftly drawing attention. He listened quietly at first in the conversation between [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], and [member="Itash Mecetti"]. It was in his nature to observe and analyze, to take apart what others were saying and lift the veil on any possible deception, for he was the Lord of Lies. The truth would be laid bare before him to face his judgement, whether others were aware of that or not.

But Kaine was right. They weren't asked here to handle the trouble mostly.

If extermination was the goal then it would've been Highlord Osbasid and the Blackblade Guard touching down where their ship descended and not the corporate team instead. These leviathan were demons of the ancient world crafted by Sith sorcerers and alchemists of a forgotten age that they could only hope to study and achieve such successes. These beasts were worth a hundred times more alive than dead, especially the larvae and other valuable specimens from their race.

When [member="Darth Filiae"] joined them he finally swung down from Galvanoth dropping to the earth. It became evident just how massive this beast was when the over eight foot Sith Lord looked so small just standing near it. He merely nodded at Filiae's introduction paying close attention to the nonverbal signals she was sending through how she stood before them. It showed a prior education how to handle with those of such station as monarchs. He could respect that. Back home there were a whole litany of guidelines to follow in meetings with the God-King both as a King and as a divine God of the people, they were extensive and strict in equal measure.

"​Now that the Leviathan are roused their nests are exposed. I've been told by our advanced teams of clutches of eggs. They've been ordered to avoid damaging them until proper teams can get down there."

Post:​ 4

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Ignore.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Collect Specimens

Delving into the depths, she was more than pleased by what she saw. Small serpentine larva were scattering away from the lights being brought down to illuminate the cavern, and large caches of eggs were stuck to the walls and floors. For someone like her, this was all perfect for her purposes. With the beasts outside dealt with, her forces began the process of capturing any of the larva they came across and extracting the eggs from their resting places.

"More than enough for our experiments," she said, catching a larva with the Force and dragging it back to her group. It would take some time to process all of these specimens, including the adult outside and the corpses, and shipping them to her lab on Valrar. Perhaps another new lab was needed, specifically for the study of the Leviathans. Just to make sure her other work wasn't put into jeopardy. She would have to decide on a suitable world later.

"Any report on the subjugation's progress?"

"Forces continue to engage more of the beasts near the mining city. We aren't sure where exactly all of them are coming from."

"They've had time to regrow their population," she replied simply. Centuries in fact.

 

[Mulokhai Zarandur]

Mulokhai Zarandur​

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Location: Corbos Mining City​

Objective: 1​

Post #6​

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Get up. Get up and move.

Though his thoughts pulled for it, his subconscious begged, his body refused. It wouldn't move an inch, laying totally still. He felt a warmth wrap around almost his entire abdomen, his body limp as the grip tightened. It felt...oddly gentle, even though he knew what it was. The Leviathan probably enjoyed the crunch of prey's bones breaking, and wanted to savour it; after all, what good was any kind of delicacy, filled with cream or flavours if you simply crushed it in your hand?

Mulokhai felt like he was watching his body from afar as he saw the building now, its outside across his gaze as he glanced down, seeing how high he was suspended above the ground. His eyes looked back to the hole he had been dragged out of, and saw it shine, just for a moment. His lightsaber. The weapon lay precariously on the edge of the smashed in window, where he had dropped it. He was...he was lucky.

Jaws opened, stale breath and the stench of death washing over him. The screaming was so loud in his brain, but as it got louder, so too did something else - something trying to break through. The teeth began to sink downwards, the jaw closing as his arm suddenly stuck out, colour returning to his eyes and a rush filling his body; the warmth and anger enveloping him. As he gripped his lightsaber, the screams were dulled. All he heard were his own thoughts, his own stubbornness. Not here. Not yet.

The crimson blade activated, stabbing up into the beast's gums as it roared, spittle and more breath rushing past him as he stood, just within the Leviathan's mouth. He held the saber in place with a single hand, the creature hesitating on closing downwards thanks to the pain. Mulokhai's other hand raised up, palm outstretched as it pressed against the inner wall of the Leviathan's mouth. Lightning rushed from his body and to the beast's, running through it in a lightshow that he could've described as beautiful, if it wasn't so horrid. In a way though, that almost made it....moreso.

The Acolyte held on for a while, his body operating on instinct before he yanked the saber down, the Leviathan spasming from the Lightning. Mulokhai used his hand to focus the force, pushing back on himself as he went flying from the beast's mouth, landing up on the rooftop he had originally jumped from. He landed, looking back as the adrenaline was starting to wear off. There was smoke coming from the beast's eyes, mouth and nostrils, and it stumbled for a couple of moments as weapons fire continued to rain down on it before falling back, laying spread across what had used to be a small town square.

It was still, and the souls once trapped within it were free, but more importantly, Mulokhai was alive. Not from skill, or excess of incredible power, as he saw it. By luck, and a refusal to die. He would determine when his journey ended, if it ever would. Nobody else. Not the Leviathans, not other Acolytes, not Vamin. Not even a Lord of the Sith would decide where he stopped. Only him. The Acolyte determined that, at the very least within himself, his robes fluttering as the Legionnaires below scattered to defend the perimeter and prepare for more engagements.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Hm.

The moment Filiae shifted from shake to hug, even if it was the bro-est of hugs, Tash was displeased.

This... was inconvenient.

Snap her neck and be done with it? No. Not with the duo Dark Lords of the Sith standing nearby to watch, that would become complicated real fast. As that realization hit him the moment passed and Filiae was once more moving. This time towards Paige. He studied that impassively for a moment, before deciding to let that run its course. All of this posturing was troublesome yes. But nothing that the Tapani could say here would improve the situation.

Cutting into the conversation would only make Cass more suspicious.

Instead Itash let those two sort it out themselves, deciding to step past them and towards the Dark Lords of the Sith. "It would be an honor, Lord Carnifex." Another inclination of the head as he looked past them towards the Leviathan crumbled in the distance.

The mention of the eggs by Prazutis made him wonder briefly.

"My Lords, I have a proposal- Didact's presence on Corbos could be beneficial for a more long-term engagement. I'd be interested in setting up an extended outpost in the system. This would allow you to refocus your military elsewhere once the initial clean-up is completed." There were rumblings about the Mandalorian Empire- Mandalore had been a complete mess by the sound of it. Then there was the second front near the former holdings of the Silver Jedi Order. This was prime time opportunity to establish a long-term sponsorship where Didact would handle security of the surrounding system. "I am quite certain that GenPals would be similarly interested in a more extended partnership to study Corbos'... unique bio-sphere."

He probably wasn't using that last word right, but the point was made.

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

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Tash - Less than first name basis, impressive. Oh this was indeed uncomfortable, but she revelled in the test of dominance against this frilly little girl. Filiae's only real restraint was to keep it from alienating either of the two great Sith Lords. Even she did not desire such enemies. And yet, she figured she could pull at least one more fast one before moving on.

Besides, the way Cass pronounced her name annoyed her.

What would she say, what would she say?

"We had a" tumble on my ship "-contract together." "I guess you could I saved his life, and vice versa."

The smile on Filiae's lips widened slightly to one side, showing the white teeth underneath. Something turned in the iris of her cybernetic eye, making the monochromatic red shift eerily. She could tell, down to a handful of producers, the make of Cassandra's cybernetics and that they were both recent and temporary. She was far too high class to wear something that utilitarian for the rest of herlife. No, something had happened recently that forced her to get it fitted.

"That is some nice metal you have there." "When are the finished pieces coming on?" Deliberate plural. Her gait suggested a leg replacement as well.

Filiae's own were custom made. Her left arm was polished and on constant display, the sleeve folded all the way up to her shoulder. It featured many interlocking pieces that almost made it look organic as it turned and twisted. Movement was not simply restricted to joints, but made it flex in its entirety. Similarly, the metal that lined the left side of her head, from her eye, over the ear and all the way to the back of the cranium, followed the movements of her face by letting tiny plates slide over and around each other. Even her voice had a slight artificial distortion to it; the thin scars on her larynx could indicate why.

She turned slightly to the side, not wanting to exclude the two Sith Lords. Her eyes moved over to them as Itash spoke. It was very much apparent to her that she was probably the only one there without a drop of noble blood. No, all she had was her Csen'ai's impeccable training.

"If mining operations are to resume, then security would be necessary, my Lords."

Again, after speaking, she inclined her head in respect for the two Sith Lords.

[member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Cassandra Paige"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Mulokhai Zarandur]

Mulokhai Zarandur​

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Location: Corbos Mining City​

Objective: 1​

Post #7​

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Coming down from the high he'd gotten from all of this, Mulokhai's thoughts drifted away from his self-determination and to..nothing at all. He suddenly felt woozy, light-headed. His knees buckled as his balance failed him, forcing him down onto a knee as it felt like his balance was...off. His equilibrium was all off, something was wrong with him. His breathing became heavy, and his body felt even moreso.

It was like the worst, most sudden exhaustion he'd ever felt. He supposed this was...a form of fatigue, something that happeend when he expended power he hadn't even begun to properly test. Nothing to that level, anyway. The Acolyte tried to stand, his dominant leg in fact buckling again as he collapsed onto his side. His vision swirled, his eyes blinking rapidly as he grasped around for anything to help him up.

Using the edge of the roof, Mulokhai propped himself up, before he turned and simply sat against it, his gaze travelling up to the sky. He couldn't fall asleep here. He wouldn't. But he could...wait. At least...just for right now. He thought he heard the Lieutenant speaking into his communicator, but the voice was muffled, like it was far away and trapped beneath something.

As he stared up into the night sky, lit up into an almost orange glow by the surrounding fires and smoke that had befallen the Mining City, Mulokhai's thoughts went to home. Well, what had been home. To Belkadan. To the vicious pair of yellow eyes that stared at him with disgust and hatred every day, that wished he'd never been brought into this galaxy. For years, after he had heard the bones snapping along with the twigs of the trees, he wished it too.

He hadn't been meant to exist here. As his drowsy mind began to recover from the odd feeling that gripped him, only the hatred began coming back. Had the galaxy had its way, the force and its 'natural' way, he would have simply died in that jungle. If the humans had their way, he would have died a slave. The Sith would not have their way. Not the Jedi, nobody. Mulokhai began forcing his way to his feet. Perhaps he was no hulking Epicanthix, or a lord with armies and wealth. But he would claw and scratch his way up, and bend the force to his will.

He had to. Or it was all for nothing. It could not be for nothing.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

His eyes narrowed at all three.

"I am loathe to hand over planetary defense to a private militia, but you may have your outpost on the condition that it remain subordinate to the Imperial garrison I intend to leave behind." All worlds that the Empire encountered were to be claimed for the good of the state, and while Didact and GenPal may solely be interested (though he doubted their interest was so straight and narrow) on the cache of unearthed Leviathans, the Empire saw greater benefit in the planet's untapped mineral reserves.

"You can rest assured that Didact will be well compensated for any inconvenience that may arise, and naturally GenPal will be granted access to any Leviathan sites that we may yet uncover. Speaking of which..." He looked over to Prazutis, "Inform the retrieval teams to mark one of the Leviathan eggs for Lady Paige."

[member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Filiae"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​As cordial as they might've been and as good a relationship they might develop with the Sith Empire there were certain things that just wouldn't happen. One of them was handing planetary defenses to a private militia especially on a valuable resource world. It was easy to forget the valuable mineral veins that ran beneath the surface when faced with the Leviathan and all their majesty. It seemed that he was of one mind with the Emperor because before he even had a chance to reply he did it for them.

​Once his nephew made his request he was already tapping into his comlink reaching out to the commander of the retrieval teams "You are to mark a Leviathan egg for one Lady Cassandra Paige and GenPals." He said in a barely audible whisper to the highly sensitive system the Commander providing a simple 'Understood' in response. "It's done. The teams will have one marked for you. I would be cautious down there I've been told that the fighting is waking more leviathan deeper down in the nests. Our collection of the eggs is receiving a violent and hyper aggressive response."

The Shadow Hand said stepp​ing back in line with Kaine. He then turned and said something softly to the Dark Lord. It was in an odd language that came off the tongue of a native speaker. A regional dialect of Epicant that would have to be picked up directly from the area it originated on Panatha "Oyl diopr uozi haymk o dva kerdemvd rnivepimr duod rdomk ayd hlap dui aduil Lizeoduom duod duii''zi nyd oreki hal yr eh vi vomd duip. I dask duip vi vaysk uozi o saaq od dui siord ".


Post:​ 5

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[Darth Voracitos]

Objective A: Secure the city Leviathans
Post: 1

Typical.

Many moons ago, Voracitos had engaged a swarm of Sithspawn (not personally mind you, he was above that, though not above observing it as his servants and the servants of the empire did the work for him) in the Sith pacification of Oricon. They were vicious beasts but easily dispatched by a warriors of significant strength. Luckily, the trip was not without its fruits, and allowed the Sith Lord's Coven of Gluttony to gain access to a note worthy artifact... one which may prove useful in such a - typical - situation the empire has put itself in.

Darth Voracitos landed personally on the surface, with a thrall of his best Hungered Vassals, who delved deeply into the Nethermantic power their Master exuded liberally. Clutched in his meaty fist was none other than a Relic of Ari vi Zveris, a dark beacon which would summon the attention and ire of this great beasts, likes flies to a flame. Whether or not it alone could pacify these beasts, was of considerable concern... but not much. Voracitos knew the artifact was powerful, but it was not unlimited. The Coven of Gluttony had done many experiments on this particular artifact, both in its creation of sithspawn and its ability to control their behaviors. Additionally, they had attempted to reconstruct the artifact, though so far with little luck. The instructions were rather rudimentary, and most likely required an alchemist more akin to Voracitos' caliber. Who as of yet, had no interest in lending his expertise in that endeavor. It was a neat little artifact, but one that was hardly game changing.

Though here, it might be.

"My Lord, we've reports coming in, a number of... Leviathans are en-route to our position, I sense... three." A Hungered Vassal said kneeling before him, the one who had personally captured the artifact with [member="The Matador"]'s assistance on Oricon, and was the "resident expert" on the artifact since then. Voracitos smiled wickedly.

"Four." Voracitos rumbled as his eyes glittered over the Relic in his hand. The Hungered Vassal looked up from his kneeling posture.

"My Lord?" The Hungered Vassal question briefly.

"There are four Vassal," The Dark Lord smiled hungrily, "For you do not count your Master, he who feasts upon a hundred thousand counts of souls, living and long dead. I, am a Leviathan." Voracitos rumbled with a quite laughter as a Leviathan's roar (one striking through countless others across the city and the planet in the present conflict), as the Hungered Vassal lowered his head in respect.

Finally, a massively enraged Leviathan crashed through the side of a building, full of teeth, claws, horns, and blister traps full of misbegotten souls. Voracitos inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes locking with the beasts, who took a momentary pause, before beginning a massive charge. The twelve Hungered Vassals each of them powerful in their own right, but collectively eclipsed by the darkness they served, set themselves into defensive stances. They each readied their force lightning, and their Nethermancy derived of their master, preparing for the worst. They feared they would have to kill the Leviathan's, which would displease their Lord of Gluttony, who wished to feed on the beasts, and to bend them to his fold. Just before the Leviathan's stride would have reached its apex, suddenly it began to slow. The effects of the Relic were toying with its mind, and it knew it. It began its resistance, and threw itself into an adjacent building, fighting the pacification.

Voracitos eyed its blister traps hungrily, as yet another monstrous presence began to arrive from beneath the dirt...

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Cass caught the pause. The one sided nature of the smile.

And filed it away.

It wasn't forgotten in the sudden change of topic, nor in the slight tightening around Cass's lips. She had no issue with the fact that she had traded flesh for cybernetics- it was the only sensible course of action and Cass was a pragmatist. What she didn't like was the oh so casual way this alien stranger intruded- first on Itash and now on this.

"The details have just recently been finalized," she answered smoothly. "I'm sure you of all people would understand that rushing things of that nature would lead to shoddy work."

An innocent smile.

She stepped up beside the blue alien, relaxed as the pair considered the three men in front of them, though what, exactly, was being thought by either woman was hidden behind those slightly barbed smiles and eyes.

They had so much in common. If only either could see it. The bias of both prevented the recognition of that, both smug and superior in those assumptions.

She missed the first part, trading words with the bantha cutlet next to her, but inclined her head to both of the Sith when an egg was promised. Motioning with one hand, she indicated that Larry and a team were to follow and retrieve.

Cassandra had no intentions of going down personally. That was what she paid other people to do, after all.

"GenPals will make available in a report all of our findings on these creatures to the Sith Empire," she assured. "Perhaps the combination of our Scientific knowledge and your knowledge of the Force, so integral to these creatures, will yield new and exciting data."

Her gaze and attention, and smiles, were for the two Sith Lords.

Itash was pointedly excluded.

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