There is No (Re)Doubt Of Our Effort(OS Redoubt Dominion)

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Outbound Flight Project​

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Only fools and the unprepared would dare venture into the unknown without a plan or an idea of what they may encounter. Most of the time those same fools and the unprepared ended up dead in one manner or another, or enslaved to pirates or Hutts. Since she was neither, the Knight spent hours reading the reports putting to memory some of the more interesting details involved with the wreckage. She checked, double checked, and tripled checked everything. She was leaving nothing to chance, best to be over prepared than under prepared.

Satisfied she conducted enough research, and after putting information she deemed important enough into a personal datapad not trusting her mind, she returned the holodisk back to the archives. Since the holodisk only mentioned the Redoubt cluster briefly, she accessed one of the archive's terminals typing the name in the search engine. As she read through the file on Redoubt, she highlighted sections and pointes of interests she hoped would narrow down the search. With at least ten habitable planet's to choose from, she would have to cross reference this data with the other data to eliminate the possibilities of false leads. She was not time constrained but she didn't want to waste resources and time on areas that had no bearing on her expedition.

The research now completed and the highlighted sections downloaded into her datapad, The Dagobah Sith headed down to the hanger bay to board the shuttle that would take her to the Redoubt cluster. Once aboard the craft, she conversed with the two pilots to make sure all the supplies she asked for had both arrived and properly secured in the shuttle's cargo section. Pleased with their answer, she gave the order to depart.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: Board and Destroy the Rebel Held Chiss Asteroid Base
Location: Asteroid Base

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9u9ymiSmtXY​

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"Sir! Multiple reports of explosions throughout the rear of the complex! Holes are being blown throughout the complex, heading this way!" Within a small room stood five men and women, Chiss. One, a younger male, burst through the door into the command compound. The other four would look wide eyed at him at the sound of this warning. "There's a Sith here? But, we're not even near any major systems, or anything of the like! Why would anyone want to come here?" Another of the males, older than the first, spoke up, clearly worried.

"It doesn't matter what they want! They're coming with explosives! A demolition team most likely. Probably here just to break moral. I mean, the living quarters are only a small distance away." This time one of the females spoke, slamming her hand down on one of the tables.

"Why they are here, and what their goal is doesn't matter. What matters is that we are going to halt their advancement. Get the troops rea-"

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Another of the explosions went off just as the commander was going to finish his sentence. The threat had been much faster then they had anticipated. Hauling herself up, the commander would look about the rubble that now made up the command room. The others, all dead. Her, unable to hear. But she could still see, and her eyes would fall upon a lone man wandering around the halls, a hand raised to the walls as he moved by them. He was walking right for her, but as he did the walls he seemed to have marked blew up in an instant.

Yet where was the explosive? Could this man really blow things up with just his palm? Reaching down to her hip, she would go for her gun. But in doing so, she would take her eyes off of the red man, and when she looked back he was crouched down in front of her. His mouth move as if he was speaking, but all she could hear was the ringing. She tried to bring up her gun to his head, but for some reason she couldn't lift it. It felt much heavier then it should be. Looking back down to it, she would learn why this man could make the explosions he did.

He made materials into something else. The gun, now a much heavier material, was also glowing in the center. She recognized the reaction. A thermal detonator made the same bright color before it exploded. Looking back up, the last thing she would see is the red mans figure off in the distance.

Then, it all went black.

 

[Dara Gola]

She moved down the hallway slowly, stalking the Chiss defenders one by one. The fleet outside had most of them busy and she could hear sounds of battle coming from somewhere else in the base. Their time was up, they had already lost, they just didn't know it yet. It was her job to let them know that there were extinct in this system. Another guard rounded the corner and just as he spotted her, he was cut down with a single swipe. His scream filling the corridor and she smiled, she was allowing herself to become wrapped up in the darkness that she was perpetually surrounded by. She didn't even realize how easy it was to touch the darkside these days. It was always there, waiting and watching her, ready for her to reach out and take it.

She turned quickly, she felt something behind her. Her eyes scanned the corridor behind her for whatever it was, but she saw nothing. The feeling was still there, gnawing at her, there were eyes watching her, she could feel it.


[member="Amaethon"]

 

[Amaethon]

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] was indeed being followed and so she wasn't going insane. Amaethon had noticed the Twi'lek's current lack of ability in recognizing a Dark Side presence. Therefore, he took advantage of it, hiding amongst the shadows. Instead of intervening he simply observed her.

The raw emotions were powerful, coming in surges. She was quite strong but lacked control, like a young Hopeful. He could see touches of the berserker aspect of Juyo in her saber work. Powerful and aggressive, but her version was without refinement. Amaethon filed away that bit of information for later use.

He continued to follow, knowing that she would eventually find him. Amaethon wanted to see her reaction; he expected her to lash out with aggression. This didn't worry him and, because she wasn't officially an Acolyte, he could take care of any problem. Permanently.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: The Outbound Flight project
[member="Vrag"]

A tattoo needs lotion like a sword needs a whetstone. And Gabriel was hardly one to let blades dull. He smiled as she followed, head down as he watched his footsteps in tandem with hers. They seemed to have about even gaits, which was good, gave them the appearance that that were showing some semblance of cohesion. After taking so many planets, they damn well should be at this point. "Aye...rum."

He followed her down the stairs and through the usual path, leading to the dropship. As he entered, he turned from her and cocked his head. Pounding his fist three times on the interior of the hull, the pilot initiated the ramp lift as he stepped up into the belly. Lifting his arm, he grabbed a top bar, as he prepared for the ship to take off. "Redoubt...I hear it's nice this time of year." What time was that, he thought, mentally shrugging. He actually hadn't heard much about it, beyond the simple fact that the outbound flight had occurred there. And as it stands, they were currently on their way to squander whatever valuable booty they could find. The ship took off, dancing through the folding particle shield, before exiting and moving away the ships gravitational pull and descending towards their destination. The sight of stars and the blackness of space found itself within the Hands vision, as he stared from a thick transparisteel view. He wondered quietly and filled the time with idle chat.

"When we get down to the crash site...perhaps you'll tell me what you desire from the One Sith. Beyond the spray of blood and the feel of broken bones." He looked back to Vrag, expectantly, as if searching for some sort of purpose beyond one he had already claimed for himself.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Outbound Flight Project​

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After investigating a couple of sites out of curiosity, which birthed no results, she had the shuttle change courses to the last site on her list. During the descent she made inquires to the voices for any information they may have had pertaining to the wreckage, which again provided her with nothing. So she would be going into the investigation nearly blind with only the bits of data she already had. In truth, she didn't know what she or the One Sith hoped to obtain from the wreckage but it was not her place to question the mission; only to locate, secure, and investigate.

While the shuttle broke through the atmosphere, she once more took a look at her notes formulating an action plan. She didn't want to spend days or weeks searching through wreckage only to discover she was going in circles. And how much wreckage could there be? She witnessed first hand massive ships crash and burn, most exploding with such force that no engineer could put it back together again. And what of survivors? Was it possible that some of the Jedi had survived along with some of the 50k plus aboard the Outbound Flight? None of the original participants of the project, if there were survivors, would still be alive after all these years. However, if breeding and mating occurred, would there be a civilization built from the countless generations who could trace their origins to the original bloodlines?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it was possible.

 

[Dara Gola]

There was a lack of personnel in the hallways now, they were all gone it seemed, or dead. She saw an open door just up ahead and she slowly crept towards it. Inside she heard sobbing and she glanced inside to see a sobbing female Chiss officer. She tilts her head and watches for a few seconds before the woman looks up and lets out a scream. The female stood defiantly and looked at her, their eyes met and Nyrrea hesitated for just a second, allowing her to gain her composure. The strike, when it came was perfectly executed and it cut her head off cleanly. She stood for a second and looked at the body, her hand trembling at the ease with which she killed the unarmed officer. She was becoming what she hated. She staggered away from the door and had to prop herself up on the wall, a wave of sorrow and anger washing over her.

She needed to finish the mission. she didn't want to think about what failure would bring.

[member="Amaethon"]

 

[Vrag]

Objective: The Outbound Flight project
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Jentara Vel"]

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"Damn, could've told me that sooner," the woman replied with a grin. "Now I left my swimsuit at home." This once, the humor wasn't there just for the purpose of tension relief; she actually felt relaxed enough to poke fun at the man. To an outside observer, the situation would look less than hilarious, of course, but they were Sith, and the things that they found amusing would send most people screaming and flailing in the other direction.

A comfortable silence settled between the two, the sort of ease that comes to those who have taken lives together and not judged the other, and her gaze followed Reverance's through the window. The emptiness of space, to Vrag, was smothering in its unfathomable vastness. Even after seeing whole worlds crumble before her eyes, the woman still felt as small and insignificant before the black vacuum as the first time she'd looked upon it as a mere child. There was something chilling about it, as if the darkness outside were staring right back at her.

With a motion more abrupt than intended, the Knight averted her gaze, opting to stare at the much more comprehendible black of her armor. Lost in her thoughts, the woman barely caught the Sith Lord's words as they left his mouth, level and well-spoken as always.

For a few moments, she was lost, blinking in confusion at the unexpected question. Then, as was in her nature, Vrag recovered, all trace of bemusement gone from her expression as she turned her head to look at him. She gave him but a curt nod, and then the roar of thrusters let them know they had landed. She disembarked with quick strides, eager to busy herself with something other than self-reflection. Something more… manual. Her eyes swept over their immediate surroundings, and she called the blueprints of the dreadnoughts to mind as she tried to determine where exactly they'd made touchdown.

"Seems like we're at the central storage core," the woman said with nary an inflection to her voice, and then her visor darkened as she stepped forward. "Come on, there's two bottles of rum with our names on them in there, we better get moving."

Before them was a large, gaping hole in the side of the wreckage, opening up to reveal several corridors filled with detritus and skeletal remains. Peeling paint bared the metal underneath, red and corroded by the unforgiving wheels of time. The exploration would certainly be dangerous and full of traps, but she was willing to go a long way for a good drink. Especially now, of all times.

"After a few of those bottles, I just might answer that question."

 

[Amaethon]

[member="Nyrrea Danton"]

The Twi'lek and her as-yet-unseen shadow continued along the hall. He saw her open a door, heard the scream of the Chiss female and saw the blue head roll. He smiled, seeing the regret for her actions. Not truly a Dark Side adherent yet, it seemed. He too felt regret for killing once, but training had conditioned it out of him. Amaethon was no great expert of Juyo, but she would do well to simply let her rage flow, unhindered.

He looked up, sensing a presence in the shadows. Again his ability with the Force told him of the danger where other senses failed. In the shadows lurked a single Chiss, very afraid but holding a blaster all the same. It was not a desire to aid the Twi'lek that led to his next action. Rather, it was a very strongly developed sense of self preservation.

He reached out with his left hand and ripped the blaster away from the blue male's grip. The shock rolled off in waves from him as his weapon was taken seemingly out of nowhere. Stepping from the shadows, his right hand came up like a vice. The Chiss' eyes bulged as he was strangled slowly. His hands clutched at nothing uselessly.

A moment later, the male slumped to the floor, lifeless. Amaeathon turned to face Nyrrea, hand on his lightsaber hilt but he waited to see what her response would be.

 

[Onrai]

Objective: Acquire info from Outbound Flight
Allies: [member="Reverance"] and [member="Vrag"]

The droids turned to the Marder, whose skeleton crew aimed the forward proton torpedo launchers at a lower section of the crushed Dreadnaught. With a shot, a hole was opened in the wreck's hull, which the droids quickly began to swarm through. The Marder would still wait patiently for their return, hopefully preventing any new arrivals from bungling this mission.

Traveling through the corridors of the lower wreck, which was Dreadnaught 2, they would pass by corpses and other ruins before coming to the first sign of life - a damaged data terminal that, though flickering, still was receiving enough power to contain whatever was on it. Quickly, the droids took out the energy crystal they had brought with them and, using a wire bypass, connected the energy crystal to the terminal's power systems, boosting the output as to allow for full display of what was there.

Not much was on the terminal, though, just the specifications of the individual Dreadnaughts, along with the internal frame designed to connect them together. With that information gathered, they moved forward, finding a pathway leading straight up. A repulsorlift pad was laid down and activated via connection to the crystal itself, allowing them to float up towards the Dreadnaught on the far side.

Maybe there would be something there.

 

[Ellie Mors]

When her arms reached around Alric's shoulders and her hands touched upon his chest she could feel the tensing in his muscles, and though she wasn't entirely certain for what, the way his words were delivered certainly said more than the words themselves. He'd wanted her to sleep - it was thoughtful, she supposed - but it was his anger she could feel, not simply through the force - which she'd been consciously avoiding using at the moment - but in the tensing of his body, the sternness of his words, and she could almost feel the hair on her neck rise up as he tilted his head back. Of course she knew it was the crew, their incessant snickering. Perhaps Alric wasn't aware of quite why it happened - perhaps believing it was poked at her disability, or perhaps he did and it irked him. It was, of course, quite well known to the majority of the crew that Silara was indeed sleeping in the same bed as their boss, although few, if any, knew she was also Darth Vitium - the entire debacle with the force made it much easier to conceal her identity at the moment from even those gifted in the force as she was, as sensing through it was just as prone to accidents as hiding. The short conversation he had began with whom she could only assume was a member of the Chiss species would go uninterrupted, this chat being just as important to Alric as it was to her, but the short break in the exchange of words offered her enough time to get a few words out. "It was a little cold, so I got out of bed." She said, withdrawing her arms to place her hands on his shoulders. Although she had smaller, petite even, hands, she was quite skilled, or at least passably decent, with giving shoulder rubs and the like. "But I think you've been missing just as much sleep as I have been, Mister." Silara added, wishing she could see exactly what it was that was going on out in space.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric actually found himself relaxing at the touch. Her slight petite fingers pressing into her skin and lightly massaging. He smiled slightly, trying to keep a straight face for the Chiss, but knowing that such a thing would quickly fade away under Silara's touch.

Before he lost himself, Alric motioned with his other hand.

The command codes were sent, also given to Alric by the Aristocra. They would check out, the authorization after all was perfectly legitimate an from the Ascendancy itself. That would be enough to confirm where they came from, the rest would be handled in another way. For a second Alric looked at the Chiss, studying her.

He had come to know the species quite well. Their way of thinking, their thought, and their nature of bowing to those whom they considered to be authority figures. They were creatures of logic and reason, and if Alric was anything, he was reasonable.

“I trust the codes will satisfy you Commander. Now, I have important business to attend to so you'll understand if i end this discussion. My second in command will handle your...reintroduction into the Galaxy.” He spoke with a strength in his voice that had not been there before, he was practically giving an Order to the Chiss woman, which he was want to do now that he had the technical authorized authority over her.

Before [member="Ina'nai'sabosen"] could answer, Alric cut the feed.

Of course this was hardly over with, seconds from now Anais would receive a message from Kiran and a party of the Sons, their vessel already moving forward to dock with the station. Anais just needed to see that there was a proper figure of authority with them, one that had command over her.

With that bit of business over, Alric let [member="Silara"] graze over his back for a moment more. Feeling the gentle rub within his muscles. Eventually it got to a point where he could hardly resist turning around. With a smile, he looked down at her tiny face. He knew she couldn't see it, but he couldn't help but smile for her. “Can't sleep when my mind is too busy thinking about the beautiful woman next to me.”

His words were a whisper, though he was unashamed.

While Alric was getting romantic. Kiran Vess found himself sitting aboard a small transport ship with a dozen other Sons. He had been listening in on the call, and had wondered when it would be transferred to him. He frowned slightly at Alrics abrupt ending, but realized that the Chiss would probably appreciate being talked to like that by a superior.

Strange folk.

The holo-call switched over to him, and replacing Alric within the blue womans field of vision would be the sitting Son of Titan wearing his admittedly intimidating piece of armor. He looked at the strange Chiss woman.

“Commander Kiran Vess, Request permission to come aboard.” Was all he said.

He hoped he wasn't shot down.

 

[Boethiah]

Unfortunately the Host Lord was busy with war-planning that the incompetence of her ship's Captain left her with no idea what was going on. The destroyer drifted closer to what appeared to be enemy ships of some kind. Or maybe they were Sith? No one really knew.

"Charge the hypervelocity cannon, target the largest ship in that group. Fire on my command.... Oh, do send a message; it would be unwise for us to blow up a Sith vessel.", Anja ordered. Her muse was dull from all the conquests and feeble attempts made by her Mandalorian enemies, who could blame her for not being more intelligent or interesting?

"This is Sargon's Dogma , state your loyalties.", the captain stated.

Unless the ship proved Sith, the gun would fire upon response. Surely these Chiss rebels had no idea if the Primeval were friend or foe. Few had the pleasure of seeing one of their vessels, and those who do tend to not survive. With no other ships and no hanger to speak of, the Aj'Rou class was little more than a mobile fortress of pure offensive battery. A destroyer in the truest sense of the word.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Outbound Flight Project​

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The shuttle touched down slightly jarring her as she was gathering her equipment to place in a satchel. She might have been overprepared by the amount of equipment she brought along but she was leaving nothing to chance. Several datapads, two holorecorders, and three small devices for taking pictures all went into the bag. One quick glance around her quarters to ensure her piece of mind, or minds, that nothing was being left behind that she would need later, then she set off. Stepping onto the surface she noticed another Sith vessel as she was placing the shoulder strap over her neck. She knew others would flock to the site but chances that what they were looking for was not the same as what she was looking for.

After taking a few snap shots of the wreckage from different angles, she placed the device back into the satchel and produced one of the holorecorders. "The coordinates of the wreckage are...hmm....34I x 45Y. There appears to be several damage to the vessel and not all of it from the explosion. It appears to us that some of the wreckage has been stripped away but for what purpose? Salvagers?" She looked around the area for signs of drag marks. "There appears to be no signs of dragging but the weather could have washed those away. One other note...besides the stripping there is no signs of survivors...yet."

She moved to another side of the ruined ship and snapped a few more pictures. "There is another Sith vessel here...perhaps they have already entered the Outbound Flight. With nothing more to be found outside...heading in ourselves."

 

[Dara Gola]

She spun quickly at the sound of the Weapon dropping and the Chiss choking her body automatically taking a defensive stance. She narrowed her eyes as she looked directly at [member="Amaethon"], she had seen him before. He was there on Bilbringi. She remembered seeing him leading a strike force into the shipyard. She relaxed just slightly as she spoke, "Why are you here and why are you following me?" she looked down at the dead Chiss and the weapon and back to him. " If you expect me to be grateful to you, you're wrong." She was trying to talk down her fear at this point. She didn't know he was there at all, and he likely knew it. She reigned in her emotions and let them flow out of her. She needed a clear head to deal with these Sith, treachery was too common a tool for them.

She turned and looked down the corridor that was yet to be cleared, " Perhaps now you will be willing to help instead of slinking in the shadows."

 

[Vrag]

Objective: The Outbound Flight project
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Jentara Vel"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]

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With every step she took, the Knight grew ever more wary, listening but for a single traitorous sound that would let her know the whole structure was about to come down upon their heads. If the Central storage store were still inhabited, the lurkers would know that somebody was there for sure.

Damned plate boots, the woman thought as she glanced downwards, lamenting her choice of footwear for once in her life. She was rarely dissatisfied with the performance of her gear, but stealth really wasn't the forté of full-body armor.

Blue eyes continued monitoring both the near-useless blueprints on her screen and their surroundings, but so far they were out of luck. The rooms she'd been able to open — more often than not by the virtue of the plasma cutter she'd brought along — were almost always empty; those that weren't were usually chock-full of skeletons and disintegrated clothing. Trinkets lay discarded in the mass graves, but none were of interest or value to the Sith.

"What about you?" she spoke at length, looking over her shoulder at the slightly shorter man. "What drives the great Reverance?" despite her choice of words, her tone wasn't mocking for once, and there was genuine interest in her eyes; not that he would be able to see that, but it's the thought that counts, right?

 

[Amaethon]

[member="Nyrrea Danton"]

Amaethon let his hand drop from his saber hilt and he laughed, a gurgling noise from a damaged throat. Yes, she was afriad, and like a frightened animal she puffed up in aggression. He tilted his head and considered her words.

"I owe you no answers," came his rasping whisper.

He paused before speaking again.

"Yes. Lead." He finished with and out swept hand towards the hallway.

 

[Maira Varan]

"Commander Vess, I welcome you to the Brask Oto." With a nod towards Andromeda, she directed the appropriate codes to allow entrance to one of the docking bays

"You are cleared to land on docking bay Oh-Tango-Fifty-Two." Her tone was brisk, official.

"I will meet you there."

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

OOC/ Didn't see anyone but [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] engaging the rebel flotilla, so I'll do that.

IC/ Whether or not he worked directly for a Hand, getting command of a Sith fleet simply wasn't in the cards for the Sith acolyte known as Darth Parash. He had a certain amount of experience as a shipwright, and in single ship command, but the extent of that experience wasn't something he intended to share with anyone. That left him as a Sith advisor on an escort cruiser, on the periphery of the Sith fleet. Masked, he stood by the edge of the bridge, listening to the captain's receipt of status reports and fleet orders. It seemed a Primeval dreadnought had joined the engagement. The Sith fleet bore down on the Chiss rebels in a formation that Parash recognized, a variant of the encirclement trap Junra had tried against Popo. He grimaced as he recognized the same innate flaw in the underlying physics that the Republic had exploited to survive what that blonde child had considered a finishing move. Now, just like then, the enemy would get through the oblique encirclement before concentrated fire could be brought to bear for more than a handful of seconds. Inefficiency irked him almost as much as bad science.

But he was an observer, not a commander.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Ina'nai'sabosen"]

Chiss were such odd creatures.

There were a few of them among the Sons of Titan, in fact two of them sat opposite him now. Professionals to the core, men and women who above all sided to logic, rules and doctrine. To them, following orders and doing what was reasonable always came first, even above family. Sometimes he wondered if they simply put on an act, or actually thought that way.

Whatever it was, Kiran had found both negatives, and positives from it.

They made good soldiers at the least.

The Shuttle shook slightly as it set down, the heavy landing gear pressing against the floor of docking bay 0T52. The ramp lowered almost immediately, and the three armored men walked out from the small vessel, no weapons in hand but clearly armed to the teeth just in case.

“Commander.” Kiran greeted the woman.