Campaign The Sith Games Part 0: Recruitment

[Maris Fero]

Unseen, and unremarked upon, the shadow of a youth had slipped aboard the craft taking on recruits. The observer had no real intention of taking part in the show, confident as she was of her ability to extract herself from most any situation. But she was extremely interested in the selection of the candidates and how these particular young potentials would be misused.

The shuttle reminded Maris of a Paupers Roundup. On Vorzyd, Maris had seen the roundup barges pick up whole gangs of youths with promises of food, trinkets and a safe place to sleep. It was rare that those youths were seen again and those who were were rarely ever the same. The Shrike didn’t have many priorities beyond her own immediate interests, but the rich and idolant entertaining themselves at the expense of the young and downtrodden boiled the ex-ganger’s blood.

With so many untrained force potentials in such a space it would be difficult to pick out her own refined strength amongst the mass of raw talent. Doubly difficult because Maris own earliest and most profound talent in the force had been stealth and subterfuge. She found a quiet spot for herself, outwith of the eyeline of most others and let her focus fade, soon enough others would notice her presence, but she was just another face in the crowd.

Of course, if any of the automatons chose to pay her attention, or checked her ID or records they would never find a hint of Maris Fero anywhere in the records of Voryzd, or anywhere else in this part of the galaxy. Instead, they would find Erisa Adler, Denon native and slicer, with medical records, local biographies and of course, in actuality, quite dead. And Maris had paid well and worked hard to own that particular identity, right down to a local accent and mannerisms.

She dressed in the fashion of Denon’s many slicers, street clothes of the urban down-but-not-outs wearing a dark hooded top over her fashionably torn cargo’s and nondescript black sneakers. Her pale skin had never seen much sun, and as a slicer there was no need for an excuse for her pallor. The scent of a dozen different cultures and classes assailed her senses, and though she remained quiet she listened to just as many different accents and languages.

Sitting herself down at the edge of the action, her slim legs swinging as if she was bored and nervous, the raven haired runaway apprentice’s cold grey eyes regarded her peers; Ithorians, Skakoan, Zabrak and more, and the metal head’s running the show. It was an urban safari here.

She was just in time to watch a kid in a raincoat make a terror driven bolt for the exit.. Smart kid.

Horatio Asyr | Rul Tondar | General Xalax | Firrerreo

 

[Xalax]

Location: Above Denon, aboard the heavily modified Providence class destroyer known as the Scar Of Lasan.

Objective: Recruit players for the Sith Games

Tags: Firrerreo , Skeevi Merrill , Rul Tondar ,
Horatio Asyr , Maris Fero

General Xalax continued to watch the security cameras of the recruitment shuttles. As he cycled back to the shuttle with the Skakoan, he saw a Zabrak in a yellow raincoat attempting to mess with some of the control panels of the Skakoan‘s pressure suit, and then run out of the shuttle for seemingly no reason.

Xalax was annoyed about losing a player, but there were still more than enough remaining for the games to function. It would still probably be best to keep an eye on the Zabrak. Xalax activated his hologram generator to contact the pilot droid again. “A Zabrak has just ran out of your shuttle and into the streets. Send a B-X droid to keep track of them.” Xalax ordered the pilot droid. The shuttles would be departing in around five minutes. Any additional players would have to practically sprint in order to make it into the games at this point.

The one thing that Xalax had failed to notice was the stowaway.

 

[Rul Tondar]

Rul's prey had taken the opening he left them and fled the shuttle, what a shame that the games had to end so early.

His excitement was killed with this act, the one toy he wanted he could no longer get, at least for now. The Skakoan glanced around he had to make sure no trick was being played on him, and the little child was still around. He felt them not but discerned something else entered in its place, something inconsequential for him, must have been another passenger he thought. With this sudden end to the brawl they had, Rul walked once more in the direction of Horatio Asyr who now seemingly stood all alone.

"It seems your bodyguard has forsaken you Ithorian" He chuckled at this turn of events and once more reached out to the noble "Maybe I could be of more contribution in these games, let us partake in this experience together, its more fun to play with friends than alone" It was not visible due to his mask but Rul was smiling an awful smile as these words drifted out of his maw.

If this proposal was successful the Sith would be readied for what's to come otherwise he might have to seek assistance from another passenger of this forsaken vessel.

General Xalax Firrerreo Maris Fero Skeevi Merrill

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