Ticket to Conquest (OS Dominion of Anaxes)

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

"Alive, please. I'm no necromancer, the dead are of little use to me." Adekos raised an eyebrow, regarding Jemmila's wicked grin with suspicion.

He never found blood-lust to be a desirable trait in anyone, be they subordinate or superior to him.

"As for your weapon, I've set aside a few things for you in the ship's armory. Simply inform the quartermaster that you are Darth Adekos' assistant and he'll provide for you."

She would probably be disappointed in her loadout, but that was fine. Murdering people on star destroyers in the middle of climatic battles against the insidious Bando Gora tended to be bad for troop morale. Especially when Darth Adekos had not informed anyone else on this vessel, including the security teams, of the exercise being conducted. Or that he had a dear apprentice by the name of Jemmila who was simply carrying out his wishes when she happened to assault the individual the Clawdite was masked as. The quartermaster knew, of course. People who were distributing weapons had to be in the loop.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: Kill Stuff
Location: Space, the Final Frontier
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Ferus"]

Hallway after hallway, room after room, the Sith Lord felt the weight of his bandoleer lessen more and more as he fired in replicates. A pull of the trigger, a pump of the fore-end, the deafening sound of the round exiting the barrel, the muzzle flare in the elongated hallway of white and drab. The spatter of blood, even in trickles, managed to get everywhere, painting his arms in red and black and diminishing spots of tan. Gabriel had experienced the Bando Gora and their crazed maniacal ways from time to time. But it seemed, when relieved of the force in it's purest form, they had taken on a level of simplicity. As if the pull of the power from the body, in all it's molestation, had finally sent them over the edge. Amid thought, he loosed another round and pumped the fore-end. Nothing. Idle hands drifted to his belt, realizing there were no rounds left. A lot of death for one day, he thought in a brief moment of glee, as he holstered the weapon and pulled the slug pistol from his back belt.

He had the foresight to pick up several magazines along the way, the corpses no longer needing them in their growing pools of blood that dripped life from lifeless bodies. Depressing the magazine release, he checked the pistol, and counted a staggering 14 rounds in the magazine. For those of you at home who have never used a pistol, what this means is that the pistol grip is widened to allow the bullets to feed in semi-studded manner, instead of straight on top of one another. While it's beneficial, he preferred the pistols that carried 7 or 10, with an extended mag. The grip was thinner and just felt right. But shrugging and having the versatility to use whatever weapon was a given to him, a trait of his former days as a mercenary, he fed the magazine back into the grip and approached the last blast door, pulling the slide back and manually feeding a round in (that's 15 for those counting). Must have been multiple doors into the control room, as he hadn't laid eyes on Darth Venefica just yet.

Leaning nonchalant against the door, he tapped the barrel against the blast threshold, and whispered loudly. "Here kiddies, daddies home! Come on out, I got a surprise for ya." Eh, it was worth a try, as he stared up at a holorecorder and landed a slug right in the glass interface. Low and behold, he felt the pressure release and the door start to give. He made the common 'not bad' face, a sort of facial shrug, and backed away from the door, prepared to do some more killing.

 

[Zola]

Jemmila acquiesced with a subtle nod of her head. “As you wish.” Contrary to her Master’s suspicions, the Acolyte was halfway relieved that she wasn’t being sent out to slay the poor creature. She wasn't a murderess by nature, but the idea of killing had sparked her curiosity. She knew one day she would have to. The Sith murdered folks left and right. Today that wasn't in the cards apparently. However, she enjoyed the wary look in her teacher’s yellow eyes when she asked the question, merely as a defiance to any assumptions about her that he might have made. And might still be making.

Ever since she’d met Darth Adekos, the Acolyte was taking mental notes, ticking marks next to personality traits of his that may prove useful. She liked the idea of switching up the pieces while he was trying to solve the puzzle. Until he tired of the game, of course. Which she knew might be soon if she didn't watch it.

With a formal bow, Jemmila left him on the bridge and went off in search of the armory, where she was given a electric stun baton and a net. Now where would this clawdite likely be? As she stalked through the corridors of the ship, the Hapan sent out some tendrils of the Force, little homing missiles of energy that attempted to connect to the signature of a man engaged in stealth and deception.

[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Objective: Secure the nobles
Allies: Khan Ra, Vrag, 10 elite marines
Location: Within the citadel



He and his 10 men rappelled down from the balcony. When they landed, they crept through the seemingly endless halls, until finally they saw a large archway. They slowly looked around the corner, and saw a group of the creatures crouching around a corpse, seemingly gutting it. They also saw a group of richly-dressed people, tethered in the corner of the chamber. It was time for a distraction. Vi'kas lifted his comlink to his lips and whispered, "The time has come. Open fire on their front doors." He and his men slunk back into the hallway, waited for their que. Then they felt the building shake, and the sounds of screaming and explosions in the near distance. A small group of the force-worshipping creatures left to investigate, but the majority remained. Yet again, he quietly spoke into his comlink, this time to [member="Khan Ra"] and [member="Vrag"] . "I opened the door the door for you, come join the fun before I crash the party." He immediately shut of his comlink, and pressed the red button on his right bracer. This would signal the other two squads of his elite platoon to arrive, and for his heavy and regular infantry Marine platoons to assist his fellow Sith at the doors. He grinned, this was about to get fun.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Steal Data/Kill Captain​

Location: Entering Bridge​

Allies: [member="Reverance"] ... [member="Darth Ferus"] ... [member="Melori Raaf"]​

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Darth Venefica stood there with both hands on her hips and left her foot tapping on the floor impatiently. "Knock again," the young Zabrak's voice asked her. "Why? They know we are here. They're just being rude! Hear me in there...R.U.D.E.!" Maybe the youngster was right, it wouldn't hurt to knock on the door again. Perhaps they didn't hear her knock really loud, especially with all the noise about. She couldn't blame them really. After all, they were trying to protect their skins from dying or being enslaved or worse, sent to work in those horrific smelling mines. She had visited them once herself to investigate a string of breakouts, which after spending three days down there turned out to be a misunderstanding on the corporation side of things.

For the next two weeks she could still smell the foul odours around her. She even thought it was the smell of the mines on her that kept the others away from her, and not her insanity. Feeling insecure about herself, she washed her hair out fives times a day and burned her clothes. Purchased a new pretty outfit, and eventually burned that set as well. Oh she hated those mines. How could anyone voluntarily want to work down there keeping an eye on the labour force?

Then just as the smells had finally disappeared, those fools decided to revolt. And who was assigned to go down there and squash the resistance. Her! But she made them pay, all of them. However, the satisfaction was short lived. For the next two weeks after that she went through the same ritual. Good clothes ruined and burned. From that day forward she vowed never to go down into another mine again. But the worst part...

...the doors opened up before her and a Bando Gora sneezed and took a step back away from her. "No..no...no! Do we stink again?"

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Issue orders and avoid stepping on charred remains
Location: The Bando Gora fiery graveyard
Allies: [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]

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Force only knew how long she'd keep standing outside, letting the raindrops wash away the grime of battle. The war machine never sleeps, however, and her comlink cracked what seemed only moments after she'd closed her eyes. The woman gave out a low growl, and for a fraction of a second she entertained the absurd thought of just ignoring the call. Someone else would pick that up, eventually. Hopefully.

"Extract the nobles as fast as you can," she responded, her voice fraught with exhaustion. She'd been doing battle for the better part of the day, and she could certainly feel it. I could really use a warm bath right now.

She turned to face her remaining forces, motioning for a few squads to move in on the target location. The Bando Gora were nearly done for, and whatever pockets remained were likely just as tired as the Sith. The only difference now would be their desperation, and desperation led people to do reckless things. That, in turn, resulted in a swift, if rather premature death.

"I sent reinforcements your way," she said into her comlink again, watching as the designated troops left for the building. "They'll be coming in through the front door and enter with a lot of bang. Use that," the woman didn't give a flying frak if she came across as rude at this point. All she cared about was a nice, long shower back on the ship, the cultists be damned. She'd done her part, that was for sure, and if the kid screwed up… well, that would be on his head.

"Move out!" she ordered as she turned back around. "Canvass the immediate area for stragglers, and shoot those fethers on sight." Not that the soldiers needed to be told twice; they'd seen the crazed zealots kill more than enough of their comrades today, and Vrag watched them leave with the knowledge that the fallen would be avenged to the last drop.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Objective: Secure the Nobles
Allies: Stormtroopers, 25 Marine Commandos, 50 Marine Infantry, [member="Khan Ra"]
Location: Citadel

Vi'kas frowned. So no help would be coming from [member="Vrag"] . He heard massive amounts of blaster from the door area, and guessed the medley of stormtroopers and Marines were engaged the enemy. He turned around, and saw several shadows running down the hall towards him. He was about to draw his lightsaber, when he saw that they were just the other 15 elite troops he had called in. They quickly discussed the plan, and readied their weapons. One of his men threw a flash grenade into the room, blinding the semi-human creatures. Vi'kas charged into the room, emerald-green lightsaber drawn. His men followed close behind, blasting the Bando Gora like the animals they were.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: Kill Stuff
Location: Space, the Final Frontier
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Ferus"]

The door lock mechanisms parted in a swirl and click, pulling the thick durasteel doors apart from one another on metal rails along the floor. As it opened, Gabriel looked into the mouth of madness, Bando Gora wearing masks and staring him down intently. Their eyes shined a blue vibrant hue, cast out from the bone of their masks, which appeared to be animal or alien in nature. He wasn't too keen on that staring contest they were currently going through so he did what any Sith Lord would do in the same situation. He pulled the trigger. Double action hairline, nice.

The bullet blasted outwards and smacked one of the maniacal members right in the forehead, carving out a smoking hole through the mask and exiting out of the back of the head to bounce and ricochet before smacking another saboteur in the leg and sending them down. For the one hit, the mask cracked and parted, revealing the wound beneath and the trickle of blood. As he fell, rigid arms turned by the body leveled several combatants with the spring of full metal jacket from durasteel barrel. The sounds were loud, echoing across the long hallway, as Gabriel emptied his clip and dropped the empty magazine to the ground. They cost about 30 credits, but he wasn't too concerned about that. He didn't want for much.

As he loaded the next magazine, he felt the room pressurize as the door began to close once more. In a recklessness, he jumped forward and rolled, finding protection behind an isolated control station. It was about waist high, two body widths wide, and was covered with the illumination of schematics. Blasters deflected against the top and into the ceiling, burning scorch marks that sublimated metal. He took this moment to catch his breath and enjoy the scenery. The view screen provided a decent view, after all.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Zun found himself on his farm... Which was on Concord Dawn of all worlds, but something reminded him of his time on Anaxes; the Fortress World which sat in the core. What ever came of it? He wondered. Little did the farmer know, the One Sith held the former Republic capital firmly in their grasp.

"Zun!", a woman's voice shouted in the distance.

Wiping his brow, "Yes, ma?", he asked quite loudly.

"Lunch is ready!", his mother shouted louder than before... It was a bit too loud.

In the moment, Zun's stomach began to growl. "Coming!", he said before setting his hoe into the passenger side of his x-34 landspeeder.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Exiting Facility, Alpha Red in hand
[member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Orcus emerged from the sewers, skin slick with grime and gore. The high whine of repulsorlifts came from above, kicking up dust as a shuttle lowered. It bore the insignia of a sable fin cutting through a field turquoise. Orcus grinned wearily at the blessed sight. The shuttle never touched down, pausing only long enough to lower the ramp so he could jump aboard.

Then he, safe in the bowels of the shuttle, was away, departing for a distant sector of space.

He opened a comm line to Adekos and Carach from where he lay panting on the shuttle's floor. "The Alpha Red has been acquired and will be summarily disposed of. Mission complete. Orcus out."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Alpha Red facility
Objective: Secure the facility completely, look at some research notes

The samples had been secured and the Bando Gora had been routed, corpses lay strewn about the corridors and rooms of the facility. Taeli walked cautiously through the halls, two of her Arachnid droids flanking her as she sat down at a computer terminal and began reviewing the scientists' notes. She started seeing mentions of a nanovirus being incorporated into the new Alpha Red virus and that started her thinking.

She was usually against genocide and such large scale deaths of innocents, but this nanovirus seemed more . . . targeted. Since all Yuuzhan Vong had a smae basic genome, deep in their DNA, they could all be targeted by the virus, but now . . . her mind was bubbling. Downloading the information on the nanovirus to her datapad, she would log that idea away for later.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Objective: Secure the nobles and slaughter the rest
Allies: 25 Elite Marines, 50 Infantry Marines, 150 stormtroopers

Vi'kas danced among the ranks of his enemy, slicing and cutting, killing without discrimination. Bodies hit the floor on both sides, blood pouring across the stone floor like the waters of a river. His mens' blaster bolts mowed through the enemy lines, claiming many a life. He looked over at the western side of the room, and saw that his reinforcements were almost to his position. As he was cutting through a swath of enemies, he saw a new figure enter the battle. It was a girl, looking about 25 years of age. She held a red lightsaber, and was running at the nobles with an intent to kill. Vi'kas cut down the last enemy in the small group, and leapt at the pseudo-sith.

 

[Onrai]

And lo, the Dreadnaught began to break up. The tremendous amount of proton bombs flying into the ship resulted in the heavy cruiser's frame being unable to take the copious amount of ordnance unleashed upon it. With the big ship out of the fight, the fighters and Detrituses exited the area. While they were old Imperial ships, they did not have IFF identifiers active - for obvious reasons, of course: they were not being operated by the One Sith itself. The Detritus and the like were unused. Clearly, these were mysterious allies.

But for what purpose?

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Objective: Rescue the Nobles
Location: In the Citadel
Allies: 225 troopers

Vi'kas unleashed a flurry of blows upon his opponent, he orange lightsaber clashing against his green one. She struck with anger and recklessness, and he used that against her. After a few minutes of fighting, he cut off her arms. She knelt on the ground, squealing in pain. He picked up her lightsaber, and said a quick prayer. Then, he impaled her through the heart and killed her. As she fell over dead, he tore the saber from her corpse and impaled in the ground next to her, as was his custom. Then, he headed for the nobles.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Objective: Evacuate the nobles
Location: Within the Citadel
Allies: About 200 men

Vi'kas watched as his men hit the floor. The stormtroopers died at a pathetic frequency, while the Marines died not as often, as expected. His men were winning, but it seemed like the Bando Gora were endless. He walked over to the nobles, who were shaking with fright. One of them spoke, "Please, they took my wallet. I was on my way back from the bank, and they took my 5,000 credits I had had on me. Please, go it it back," He said while pointing to a room in the corner of the building. Vi'kas signaled for one of him men to untie them. He went over to the corner room, and saw the man's wad of credits sitting on a table. He pocketed the money, The rich don't need to be any richer, he thought.

He charged back into the battle, and he and his men managed to force the enemy back through the doors. He pressed another button on his bracer, a signal for extraction. Another explosion shattered the wall on the far side of the room, and a few standard gunships were hovering there, waiting for them. At this point, there were only about a dozen stormtroopers left, and a decent amount of Marines had died. He signaled to the ships, and his men and the nobles were loaded on. The enemy was getting close to breaking down the door, so he and his men jogged over and rigged a simple explosive trap attached to the door. Then, they loaded on the ships and took off.

He had one of his forward air control men call an airstrike on the citadel, and they flew back to the command ship, their job finished. The nobles were carried off by a medical droid, as were most of his men. He walked off for the debriefing room, ready to give his report.