Mission The Unchaining | SO, Tsis'Kaar

[Aliyah]

Faldos - a world seemingly shrouded in obscurity and irrelevance in the galactic political theatre. Located on the very edge of the outer rim, it is no coincidence that this world would practically become the HQ of the Sith Inquisition, it is a castle, hard to penetrate through means of infiltration and subterfuge - but not impossible, not for the people that have friends in the right places and the ones that deal in shadows.

Rumors are just that, rumors. Passed down- grinded through the mill until the original story has long since been lost. But not on Faldos - far from it. This little citadel is the house of intelligence, and every single rumor could be instrumental in founding one's success... Or their demise.

It was no surprise that Tsis'kaar got the whiff of certain intel, passed down from an off-hand comment, then recorded in a document that no longer exists - the accounts of which were used in an anecdote by unrelated party, which lead to complex network of trading the rumor from one mole to another, until it eventually turned up in Tsis'kaar's hands.

It is not much, as expected, but the implication could open up new paths for the sect.

There is a powerful Force-sensitive on the planet of Faldos working in a dockyard, human female, one, if properly taught and nurtured could turn up to be a nice addition to any sect who gets their hands on them. However the force-sensitive isn't planning to stay there either - if finding them here would prove it to be difficult, one can only imagine the amount of resources and time that need be invested to find them in the outer rim.

Making it past all the security and checks needed to land the ship was the easiest part, one which required very little cunning when compared to the difficult task of finding out more information about the dock worker, and their current whereabouts.

Gloom permeates the old dock - one where the target supposedly works at, atmosphere of distant solitude looms over any passerby. Each and every one keeps their distance from another avoiding any eye contact, small talk and chatting is so rare that it creates this bubble of deep silence in spite of crowds filling up the space, hushed whispers and non-verbal communication - coupled with sounds of footsteps or the working of heavy machinery are the only thing to pierce that bubble from time to time. It was going to be one tough crowd to question, but right approach and questions were bound to yield results.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The silent steps of boots running across rooftops was much the way of their creed, as was ever the case of those who always were so focused on what was directly ahead of them, or sometimes what was certainly in their past, they so rarely gazed up, for where in past and future they worried so earnestly for all which would come and all which had come, they always forgot that the most dangerous of predators were far above them, circling, and ready to pounce.

Fortunately for the squalor-ridden citizens of Faldos, buckling, yet kept ever underfoot by his appre- co-apprentice's inquisitorial regime on the world, he was not there for them...

...On the other hand, perhaps it was unfortunate for them, that he was not. For all his bro- battlebrother had spoken of liberation, if this was the freedom that awaited their people should he ever, somehow, be victorious, then he was uncertain if it was any better than the rule of those powers that be.

He supposed he should not judge, for all despite his judgement, where was he improving their lives? Instead, he viewed his potential future subject's poverties conditions, and did little but keep running ever forward. For of course, despite his objective on this world, being one of liberation, it was targetted only for one individual.

The rest of them would have to wait until he won his Kaggath.

If he won his Kaggath.

It was why he was here, yet entirely hidden, where once Faldos, despite its darkness was one of the worlds where he felt the most safe, now... well, now he could not help but imagine that this was a bad idea. For all the prize that could be claimed by them, it was ever suspicious that the Inquisition had not claimed such fruit first.

And now he was in the belly of the beast, of perhaps one of the most hostile planets to him, and his kind. The Inquisition, despite their Tsis'Kaar roots, had their relationship with the organisation as harshly torn, as the relationship between their respective Lords, and now, despite such a long period of mutual aid between them.

They had begun to actively work against each other, and now... Malum would directly play a part in that, as he scoped out what might be all his.

He ceased his rapid movements, as he reached the edge of the farthest building, red eyes trailing the dockyards, looking for... something, looking for any sign that his query was here. Only to let out a breath, his lips thinned, as he turned his head towards the rest of those that had joined him.

It was certainly some group.

Aliyah Ansisa Alyra Morran Kalzok Kivah Eira Dyn
Mentioned: Darth Strosius

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Faldos
Weapons: Vibrosword, vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Outfit: Masked Assasin
Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr | Aliyah | Ansisa | Alyra Morran | Kalzok | Kivah

Eira had taken time away from her studies at the academy. She needed to try earning some real experience in the field and finding the path of a Sith that would suit her skillset best. Especially since she wasn't always going to be able to rely on her skills in the Force and her combat skills were still lacking. The appeal of being someone that struck from the shadows, unseen and unheard, slicing the throats of her enemies. That worked and if she could utilise her skills with the Force and eventual skills in Sith magic, then she could see herself becoming an unstoppable force.

In this moment, she just needed to focus on developing her training and this was going to be a strong first step. Eira knew that she needed to be wearing a mask that mostly concealed her identity, a way of hiding who she was, since she was not prepared to be publicly sharing her skills and limitations. Even as low ranked in the academy as she was, there was still people under her that would use any information they could gather to ensure she passed away and they could rise above her. It was what she was trying to do for those ahead of her.

Attempting her best to move silently to the group of assassins that had been gathered for the mission, Eira breathed in deeply, she wanted to be able to demonstrate her skills. Show her worth since this was an entirely new group that she was interacting with and not all of them would know she was a fifth cohort of the academy. It was a chance to show she held great potential. To do that, Eira knew she needed to listen and wait, watching Darth Malum and observing him.

Watching how he moved, the centre of gravity, the fluidity of movement and the clear surveillance that he was demonstrating. Eira tried to do the same, scanning the surroundings for any threats, assessing where was the next place to move towards to avoid detection and attempting to move as stealthily as she could.

 

[Aliyah]

The group moves in the shadows, unseen. Citizens are howevere seem to be most cautious, and although do look up to the roofs, they are not able to see lurking silhouettes within them. Which disappear a moment after, having moved to another location. Searching for the force-sensitive would prove to be difficult, although from what anyone who opens themselves to the Force can glean, the target HAS to be in this dockyard.

That, they can judge by invisible ripples reaching out like calm waves hitting the beach. Force-sensitives were easy to track through the force, as they were often unaware of their own gifts, making them a huge lighthouse for other, more trained ones to find. That being said, the most that the group would get is a general direction in which they could move - and should they continue on their course, they may find the exact location. This of course, narrows down their area of search, but more exhaustive investigation was required to lock onto their target, civilians could be questioned, or even the soldiers marching around. Or their memory could probed, or... Plenty choices, truly, Should they want to continue the search through the senses - that was a way to go as well, all depended on how each individual member, or they as a group wanted to approach this.

But it appears that they aren't the only ones who are looking for someone or something, a small squad of inquisitorial troopers seems to move about - not in the same direction as they are, but somewhere to the side. They are talking, it is possible the information they have could be useful to the investigation - but diverting from their pathway could lose them some of the much needed time, unless they choose to split up or the like. Choices, choices.

Darth Malum of House Marr
Eira Dyn

 

[Kivah]

A hefty fist stifled the yawn that threatened to break the silence of the streets. Kivah preferred the misty fog of morning on her home planet for hunting. This faff about on the rooftops was a bit much for her. She was much happier down on the street dressed like a worker or cargo driver and walking amongst their targets. None of the other had spoken, so she didn't either. Simply giving Eira Dyn, whom she recognized despite the mask, a nod before splitting off from the group. Now she was making her way towards the gloomy docks, picking ration cubes out of a foil packet as she went. She wondered how their target would take being forcibly inducted into the Sith. Their soldiers seemed to take it well, but then nations had been conscripting into their militaries since before recorded history, and had turned it into an art. Take away their choice and send them through a few months of sleep deprivation and training until they realized they were a part of the military and didn't fight it. Somehow Kivah wasn't sure a dockworker had what it took to be a Sith. The few she'd met had seemed to have a certain cunning and ruthlessness to them. Who knew what this woman was like? Might be tossing a chick into a raptor nest.
Darth Malum of House Marr , Eira Dyn , Aliyah

 

[Ansisa]

Ansisa brought up the rear, keeping her distance from Malum as best she could, things between them were strained, more so than they had ever been. Yet whatever their personal relationship she had been his first apprentice, she was his Shadow hand, devoted to the Tsis'Kaar cause…to his cause. Her loyalty would remain unchanged.

As he and the others scanned for their quarry, she scanned for threats. She lived for the hunt, but her hunts normally wound up with her prey dead at the end of it. Finding this mystery force sensitive that had Malum so interested would not satiate the growing itch to kill. The inquisitors, however, were a different matter.

She tapped a fingernail on the roof tile to get Malum's attention, jerked her head in the direction of the squad and slid a glittering shikkar from her boot. A silent but obvious question. Though she had a sneaking suspicion that despite the estranged relationship with the inquisition and the upcoming kaggath, that her dear Master would want the blood shed to be minimal.

Darth Malum of House Marr Eira Dyn Aliyah Kivah

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

It was a small group by necessity, though the Tsis'Kaar had long been masters of infiltration, much of that was directly due to an effort to not overplay their hand. Despite a prodigious talent for killing, despite a reputation as principal assassins of the Order, most of those amongst them were far more concerned with simply reaching as high a place within a hierarchy as possible, and then remaining in hiding.

Still, gazing about, he did a mental tally, to confirm to himself that all was here, this operation was somewhat special in some aspects, quite many amongst their number were not of the Ouroboros creed, Lady Eira Dyn, was a member of the Imperial Jutrand Academy, hardly special in some sense, of the Fifth Cohort, 99th in rank, if he recalled. In some cases, far beyond the notice of most Sith.

Yet, the Tsis'Kaar were hardly most Sith.

She was in a position of importance, yet beyond most notice. This was as much of a test for her as those she faced within the walls of the Academy, yet this test was far more important, a question of whether she would join their masked ranks.

"Do you feel their presence in the air?" Malum questioned her, as red eyes, even behind the closed replica mask of his great ancestor, closed themselves from the world, seeming to open the unseen eye, as he could almost imagine the waft of the Force emerging out from the docks. It could be any random inquisitor, it was a risk alone in coming to a place with so many force sensitives, yet... there was something unique about this draw.

It burned without restraint, with such cold unconscious fury, he would not be surprised if others were already on the move.

The sound of taps indicated as much, as Malum turned his masked face towards... a pause was the only indication that anything was wrong, as the other of this trio made her presence felt. Like much like the other times, they shifted between hot and cold, when they both knew that nothing should be occurring between them. Still, the coldness at present hurt in a way that he could hardly explain. Yet, he had hardly any time to question it.

They were on a mission.

"...Incapacitate them, and hide them to be found in the morning, taking Darth Pararius' squad if necessary." Malum answered the unasked question firmly, yet with no reproach. He might be soon battling his appr- co-apprentice, yet he would not plunge the Tsis'Kaar and Inquisition into war for no reason.

He turned his head back towards the docks, they shined like a beacon, and now, it was time to begin, "Darth Sicarius, begin moving in." He alerted the commander of the third squad assembled here.

"It shall be done, my lord." The familiar voice of one of his prized lieutenants answered.

There was now only one piece left on the board to move, his comms buzzed as they transmitted to Lady Kivah K'rumiasu, he hardly knew the Cathar though the rarity of the fact that she was taller than him, had been enough for him to take notice. Hardly one you would expect to be eager to engage in stealth, she who had aided the Sith across several campaigns, had been invited for a trial of her own, and already she was on the prowl for her prey.

"Have you spotted them, Lady K'rumiasu? We are moving in now." Malum asked and informed into his comms, indicating to Lady Dyn to follow him, as he leapt off the building, into the darkness of its shadow, the Force propelling him into an easy land, as his boots greeted gravel.

Aliyah Ansisa Eira Dyn Kivah Kalzok Alyra Morran
Mentioned: Darth Strosius

 

[Micah tol Powl]

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What the Hutt was a tsis-kaar?

...you know what? On second thought, he really didn't want to know. The young first-year Academy student had spent the entire trip looking like a long-tailed Cathar in a room full of rocking chairs. Sith Lords, Sith Knights... the only other acolyte was literally years more advanced than he was.

But, also, did I mention Sith Lords!? Like, actual Darths. Not the teaching kind. Or, at least, they weren't teachers at his school.

The young Cathar had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, but he was damn sure of one thing: The only way out was to keep his mouth shut, his ears open, and do exactly what he was told.

Sure, he was curious as the next cat. But curiosity? It killed the cat. Even if everything he was seeing left him shaking with the urge to ask a million questions, it was important to remember that one did NOT question Sith Lords. Sith Lords asked the questions.

No, not even. If a Sith Lord had a question, that's what they had knights for. They had people to ask the questions for them.

So just keep it on the low-low, you might say? Think about that for a moment. There was no being discrete enough to ask questions where the Darths wouldn't take note. If they wanted him to know, they'd tell him. If they didn't tell him, then it fell on the acolyte's creed that read: Understanding is not required, merely obedience.

If Ansisa was keeping distance from Darth Malum of House Marr , then the smallest of the group was likewise maintaining distance and a wary eye on Kivah . On the one hand, there was a kind of recognition or sense of something familiar in being grouped with another Cathar. But, more so, it was a cat he didn't know. Plus, that cat was swol AF.

At least he'd finally been able to shed that god awful robe the Academy made first-year's wear. Attired in a loose-fitting, short-sleeves tunic and short pants, the orange-patterned youth just did what Cathar did best. Stalked the shadows and stayed with the group.

And prayed to every diety of every planet in every galaxy that not one of these Sith Lords even knew he existed.

...but, seriously, what was he going to put in that report about Faldos?

 

[Aliyah]

Pieces on the board start moving, invisible. It was an invasion, a battle - but it had no telltale signs of one, there were no commanding officers openly screaming orders nor was there blaster fire roaring in the air, perhaps not exactly what some are used to. It was a quiet battle of wits, but the question was - who were they fighting against? Who was this invisible opponent of theirs?

Landing on the ground puts them closer to their target, but so does to the obstacles that lie within the dockyard, a place of convoluted architecture which one cannot make heads or tails of. The inquisition troops lead the way, and although at this very moment most of the group won't be caught by them - should they move out of shadows there's high likelyhood that the dutiful members of Faldos' regime will notice.

Kivah specifically seems to notice something, or rather, someone odd out of the crowd. A young girl in plain clothing, something seemed so simple about them that made her drown out in the silhouettes of the collective but by just having her gaze linger on them, the cyborg could feel this invisible ripple of unseen energy wash over them as a gut feeling entrenches thoughts that this specific girl might be who they are looking for.

Staring however isn't exactly a social custom in Faldos, and it appeared as if the girl felt the invisible ripple in an endless sea, turning her head to face Kivah. Their gaze meeting for a good few seconds as the ripples became stronger, her own energy brushed against the cyborg's, creating friction and outbursts that the Gifted could see through their connection to the Force. She makes a sharp turn, deviating from her path into an alleyway. But by that point - the crew were in the shadows, if only the could be afforded to move through the open area past the guards to reach the other parts of alleys, then...

The hunt was on.

Kivah Darth Malum of House Marr Ansisa Eira Dyn Micah tol Powl

 

[Kivah]

Getting past the troopers had been easy, just walk past totally unconcerned and give one a nod when he caught her looking. Easy. They didn't know her and she wasn't going to give them a reason to make her acquaintance. Turning around or looking uneasy would have been suspicious, but she was just here to track down a package at the dockyard. Nothing suspicious, if asked she might even see if they'd direct her towards a foreman or something. But they didn't, and her planning went unneeded.

The little comm bead she was using buzzed in her ear, "Have you spotted them, Lady K'rumiasu? We are moving in now." Lady? That was new. Kivah didn't think she'd ever been called lady before, except maybe by a homeless person about to beg or if someone was upset. Hmmm, she didn't think she'd upset the Lord of House Marr. She flicked her tail, light, springy, fur flat, a little tension. Yup, not in trouble. She spared a glance back for the kit that had been sneaking looks at her for the entire trip, and keyed her return mic. "No Lord Marr," she paused for a moment that turned into a longer one as she considered what to say without sounding flippant, but nothing really came to mind so she continued. "If you have their location, I'll back the team up as needed." She'd been tempted to suggest manufacturing a crisis to draw them out. But these Tsis kaar preferred to be more subtle than that, and she had just passed a squad of inquisitorial goons.

She found a quiet spot between buildings to think things over while she watched the yard from the shade. If this were a run in the Corporate Sector she'd have laid up and staked the place out. Maybe see what probes were to be had on the cheap and spy remotely. Or have her friend Das slice comms, find someone messaging a freak-out about weird stuff or searching the 'net for information on the Force. Going in like this and just nabbing the woman was more smash-and-grab, which she was good at, but again they were supposed to not be ticking off the Inquisition. It wasn't a cheeky wag if there were industrial fires or alarms. Maybe the thing to do was simply to watch the Inquisition troopers.

It was as she was people-watching the workers moving through stacks of cargo and the bridges formed by the cranes spanning above them that Kivah spotted her. It was almost electric, and the fact that she turned to run exactly like Kivah hadn't with the troopers confirmed it for her. "Human, blond, young, plain clothes, clean!" She snapped into her comm and started in a light jog after their quarry. "Headed into the alleys!" She ducked around a stack of crates to cut off line of sight from onlookers, and jumped up six meters to land atop a row of shipping containers stacked two high through pure physicality alone. Street smarts, never chase someone into a blind alley or into a building from the obvious angle. Too easy for what you thought was a mark to pull a hold-out and blast you as you rounded the corner. Or worse, have friends waiting. Even the young ones. Das had more than one kill to her name to attest to that.

Instead, it was up onto the stacks, where she kept low and quiet, tracking her prey by the sound of her footsteps. After all, Kivah didn't have to bring her down herself, just run her into the others. This was a team hunt and she wasn't going to blow it by trying to claim all the glory for herself. Looking around herself, she checked for the little Rho Kit that had been following her. With a grin she wondered if it would be him or Eira to catch the quarry. She didn't think Lord Marr would step in unless necessary and the other members of their little hunt were a mystery to her.
Darth Malum of House Marr , Eira Dyn , Aliyah , Micah tol Powl Ansisa

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Faldos
Weapons: Vibrosword, vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Outfit: Masked Assasin
Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr | Aliyah | Kivah | Ansisa | Micah tol Powl

Eira listened to the Sith Lord and opened her senses to their surroundings, sensing the beings all around them and those who were attuned to the Force and those who the Force merely passed through. It was interesting sensing their surroundings using the Force, it was different to just using her eyes to scan and gaze around. Eira wondered how people managed to cope with such intense visions or avoid sensory overload.

"I can sense them, my Lord," Eira replied respectfully. She kept close to the Sith Lord as he indicated her to do so as well as unsheathing her daggers. Malum had mentioned making sure people weren't found till morning and she took that to mean to kill them discreetly and that was what she was going to do. Eira did not need much convincing in taking a life. It was harder for her to hold back.

Over the comms, the Cathar that had provided her aid after the successful defence against the Galactic Alliance called out a suspect. Turning her head, Eira attempted to see if she could spot the target, someone running would stand out in this moment. "My Lord, do we chase after the girl?" Not wishing to break on her own without permission. It would do poorly if she was shown to be willing to disobey or attempt to pursue dead ends without seeking prior permission.

Eira could not afford to look poorly or disobedient.

 

[Ansisa]

Ansisa scowled at Malum's response the shikkar sliding back into her book. Incapacitating was hardly the outlet she was seeking but she had expected it. Kaggath or no kaggath, open war between the Tsis'Kaar and The Inquisition was not something they could afford. She inched to the roofs edge, scanning the squad below them assessing the easiest way to take them down without bloodshed.

Her gaze snapped up at Kivah 's call over the comms and she whipped her head back round to the three remaining on the roof, her gaze settling on their leader. "Go get your new pet, I'll slow the inquisition down."

She leapt from the roof they were on to the next coming up alongside the squad before jumping again, dropping straight onto the shoulders of the centremost soldier and sending the others sprawling.

Darth Malum of House Marr Eira Dyn Micah tol Powl Aliyah