Time is Beskar (Primeval Dominion of Echoy'la)

[Minna]

Valtryx pulled herself up, following closely behind the Zabrak towards the back of the ship. Standing by his side, she shot him a glance and a smirk at his words. "You certainly know how to please a woman." She said, raising her eyebrow before turning back to the ship's ramp. Her foot tapped on the metal floor, itching to get on the planet and round up some miners. The amount of killing she had done in recent dominions had only strengthened her blood lust, and now she wanted to feel the suffering of the miners as they worked for her. Such power over the lesser gave her a certain good feeling. Soon she would experience that power more often, once she had risen within the Sith. But for now, she had to make do with the little things...

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I do my best." With a wink the man would jump down from the ramp, landing with what seemed to be ease. Of course, the ship never landed, rather hovered above the ground. They were close to the mine at least, but Ferus didn't want to deal with the possible attack from the workers themselves. Glancing up, he would extend a hand outwards to the red head, a smile on his lips.

"Shall we continue [member="Darth Valtryx"] ? We can't keep the miners waiting forever after all." Once she would jump, the ship would leave the two Sith to get to work. Today would be a good day.

 

[Minna]

Valtryx jumped down next to her partner, examining the area around them. "Lead the way." She would say, gesturing her hand towards the general direction she thought the mine was in. In truth, she had no idea, but that was why Ferus was here. He did the menial work, she did the slave-driving. Of course, she'd leave some miners for him to break. Maybe...

"What do you need the Beskar for?" She asked out of interest, meaning to make some form of talk on their way to the mine. Every moment she wasn't scheming or inflicting pain made her bored, so talking to the Zabrak was necessary.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Armor, most likely. I honestly can't think of any other use for the metal. You?" He would glance over his shoulder to [member="Darth Valtryx"] before looking back ahead. The mine wasn't far, and already the voices of the men and women who made up the workers. Holding a hand up, the red man would crouch down before moving his way closer to the entrance. Three voices were calling out, must be sentries for the moment.

A slow grin formed on Ferus's face. The slaughter would begin shortly.

 

[Minna]

"Armor." Valtryx replied simply, silencing herself at the sound of the voices. With a grin she ran out from the cover, drawing out her dual swords with a spin of each them. Quickly the lookouts for the miners came into sight, calling out to the others as they saw the sith charging towards them. She reached them in no time, slicing across the closest man's chest initially, then pulling back the sword across his neck. Before the other two could react, her blades came towards them, chopping off the second ones arm clean. He screamed, falling backwards and clutching the bloody stump he was now left with. The final man merely backed away from her, tripping over his own fear. Sheathing her swords, she cracked her knuckles and laughed. Her amusement only instilled more terror in the man, and with an outstretched hand she shot a barrage of lightning into his body. The screaming became tenfold louder, and the miners inside retreat further into the mine.

Atleast they were in the right place to do their work for her...

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Vrag]

[member="Chen"]

"Take care of— oh, I see what you mean," the Knight smiled into her mouthpiece, motioning to the captain to adjust their course.

"I assure you, madam, we are the absolute best when it comes to… pacification." The inflection in her voice was so transparent that Vrag wondered why she even bothered with the pretense. It wasn't like anybody would believe for a second that the Sith had arrived without some sort of murderous intent, or at least an ulterior motive; certainly not to provide selfless aid to the disaster-stricken world of Echoy'la.

Oh, well. Always the dark sheep of the family, the order. She was used to it by now.

Her blue eyes found the planet's likeness depicted by the holo-projector again, and she caressed the hilt of her lightsaber absently as the ship descended towards the surface. At a certain altitude, her captain roused her from her ruminations, and the woman moved to board one of the smaller vessels designed for ground transport. A standard complement of troops joined the Knight in the dropship, chattering amicably as they strapped in, and then suddenly, everyone fell quiet as they launched.

She disembarked last, armed to the teeth, yet no less intimidating than the rest of her soldiers. Even after all this time, Vrag found a certain sort of safety in the crowd, banking on her unassuming equipment to give her an edge when facing a presumptuous opponent.

Not that it was likely she would be in any real danger — we're talking trained killers against a group of disgruntled miners, after all — but the woman nonetheless preferred to err on the side of caution. Force knew that a pickaxe to the back would probably hurt like hell, and Vrag had absolutely zero interest in finding out just how much.

"Fan out!" she ordered in her commander voice, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as they readily complied. Having a leader who actually fought alongside their troops went a long way with any subordinate force, and it showed in their attitude towards her; or, as the case may be, lack thereof.

 

[Dr. Alset Niest]

Gonna enslave me some miners...

"I've always been quite fascinated by beskar...it's durability almost something of legend. Crush gaunts, the use in slave collars...I'd love to have it."

His cold eyes glanced towards the female vong shaper, his defacto lab assistance. Mentally sighing, he carried his pipe gingerly over to a large box, roughly the size of a coffin, that remained sealed by plastic tape. Taking out a knife, he gashed open the box and exhaled as he lifted the case upwards. Not a very strong man, his strength lied within the mind and his heart and his deplorable fascination with the cruel and deprave. It was odd that he found the Vong so revolting, given that his sadistic tendencies coalesced with their masochism so well. As the box opened, it might has well have been filled with gold as far as the doctor was concerned, he looked towards the Vong shapper as he pulled a collar from within. One might even say his eyes sparkled with delight.

"They call these shock callers. You see, I take the control device, place it on my person. My belt for instance." He then approached the vong shaper and placed the collar around her neck. She seemed mildly excited by their proximity and he suddenly felt sick at her willingness. "Now, you walk over there." He pointed and she followed. As soon as the distance exceeded 30 feet, she was lit up with a shock that incapacitated her, falling hard to the floor. He clapped at the sudden revelation, walking over to her and pulling the collar from her throat. "I can even adjust the allowable distance! What a remarkable piece of technology, but also elegant." He lifted his pipe, as if denoting the ingenuity. Lifting the shaper from the floor, he propped her in a stool and walked back over the case. "Get the technicians and transport ready, we are going planet side. I've always wanted my own set of slave miners, perhaps the day has arrived."

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"It seems more of the Sith have arrived.", the Captain said.

Not noticing the fact at first, Chen was too busy trying to think... About what, though? She shook her head, falling back into reality after having spaced out. "Uh, yeah. Same thing, same thing. Have them 'take care' of the miners...", he nodded in confirmation before looking at her two blue hands. Taking her fingers she locked them together and began moving each finger intricately. The ship's captain was puzzled by the meaning of her bizarre actions but there was no real reason to get upset about it; so she was ignored. The Chiss was eager to have this colony under control but found herself continuously nervous by the lurking presence that was this merchant fleet , why was it that anytime she was tasked by The Primeval that it was her job to get them out of potential trouble?

By all means she didn't fear for her own life. She stopped fearing her own death once the rapture began; there are worse things out there it seems than being offed by a bunch of zealots and their spaceships.

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Valtryx"]

Chen received a message, "Help? You can help by making sure the miners don't try anything stupid. Remember our cover story: Humanitarian aid.", she responded. Hopefully the Sith cared at least a little about the value in a good cover story. It would be a shame if the Mandalorians had any idea that their Beskar would fall into the hands of one of their most hated and powerful enemies. Imagine the consequences! Beskarclad Sith Lords, now there's a thought.

[member="Vrag"]

"Keep up the work, our primary objective is stability not chaos... There's enough of the latter going around as of late; My benefactors are not interested loose ends, however. So if you do run into too much trouble take whichever actions you feel necessary.", she said over the intercom. There was much to do. Day after day it was work, work, and more work; didn't anyone appreciate that? Where would this galaxy be except if not for the the bureaucrat? Chen nodded firmly to her head thoughts.

 

[Kitsune]

Kitsune immediately initiated her own mining operations, landing the four Hardcell-class Interstellar Transports at the rendezvous point. She immediately disembarked from ISS Mikoshi. The retainers of the Usagi Clan immediately followed suit, spreading out in the area and securing any particular points of interests with Itsumade-class Proton Cannons. She didn't want to risk losing her stake to...greedy peers. She had no problem with defending what was rightfully hers.

Slowly inspecting the area, her adjutant bowed and approached her. "Goddess, we are initiating mining the top soil and reaching the beskar vein."

She nodded in response, and immediately called for the Saboath Starfighters to undock from the ISS Mikoshi. "Good, we need to protect our mining interests at all costs, deploy the mechanized companies immediately."

 

[Dr. Alset Niest]

Gonna enslave me some miners...

Crossed arms, the mad scientist braced himself as the dropship landed upon turbulent soil. "Could that have been any rougher of a landing?" He looked towards the soldiers, seemingly unacknowledged, despite his lofty position. Well, he considered it lofty anyway. Lead scientist for the Hand of the One Sith. Lofty position indeed.

The ramp opened and the pressure differential blasted the cargo space with a blast of particulate air, soil mixed in to add a sense of grit. Like being sanded by the air. Alset blocked his eyes, a seemingly highbrow salute, as he squinted and placed the wooded pipe in between clenched teeth. As the wind settled down, he patted his jacket free of debris, and pointed towards the precious slave collar cargo. "Now, once you capture miners, I want them fitted with a collar and attached to a specific receiver. Like a leash...got it?" He spoke slow, as if the soldiers were idiots. Because, in his opinion, they were. "Nod your head if you understand!" He placed his unusually large hand on the soldiers helmet and shook his head back and forth, before shaking his own and pinching the crest of his nose. This was going to be headache inducing, he could just feel it.

"Just go..." He whispered as he walked out towards the ramp, the human forces of the One Sith moving out towards the nearby mineshaft. For those who were dumb enough to stick around and not flee the invasion, they would soon find themselves beneath the oppressed nature of a Scientist with far too much pent up energy and obsessive tendencies towards cruelty.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Eliminate the Resistance​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik​

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With the campsite secured, investigated, and set to flames the duo moved on looking for the next targets. They had agreed to delegate themselves to seek and destroy tactics rather than simply following the objective, which was one in the same. The difference was they did need to answer to anyone but themselves. They had free reign to be judge, jury, and executioner. Of course the latter was something she tried not to think about but it was a necessity. They couldn't very well drag prisoners along with them and they couldn't risk leaving them shackled for fear of their comrades discovering and setting them free.

They walked in silence, a choice she had no choice but to do, when Tag finally broke it when he said, "CJ. I can't begin to understand what you went through but when this is all over. Please tell me about it." She could sense this was coming and something she couldn't avoid forever. She winked at him letting him know she would. Then they came under fire.

Tag dropped to the ground yelling in the process, "I didn't see where those shots are coming from!" But she did. Feeling the tendrils of anger coursing through her, she powered up her weapon and charged toward the enemy again using the terrain to her advantage to close the distance. She batted away a shot and drove her blade deep into the chest of a man that almost resembled her former Jedi Master. She stood there stunned until she heard another shot rip past her killing his partner.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Reports were coming in from all over about resistance, this wasn't going to look good to the merchant fleet. How could they keep up a humanitarian guise when blaster shots are going off? The Chiss looked to the captain who was relaying information between the various warships to not open fire on emplacements. It was likely most of the renegades here were more interested in Beskar than they were anything else, that would be bad... All that greed in one small place would be spotted as far as the next sector.

"I want a status on this!", she shouted. Maybe if she seemed tough than the crew would actually listen to her rather than only comply to her wishful thinking. But that wasn't the case.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Sith fleet about to drop out of hyperspace
Objective: Currently ask to see what assistance she could provide for the operation

Darth Arcanix smiled to herself as realspace came back into view as her Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer and the attending fleet dropped out of hyperspace. She heard that a potential source of beskar might be open for the taking and decided to lend their Primeval allies assistance in the form of One Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer, two Avarice-class Bulk Cruiser, six Elytra-class frigates, and a whole bunch of troopers and droids for pacification duties.

"This is Lady Arcanix of the Sith arriving in support of the Primeval," she said over a hailing channel. "Where would my forces be best used?"

[member="Chen"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

A wide grin formed on the red mans face at the sound of Arcanix's voice sound off over the coms. "I would say you could help your apprentice and myself, but it may end up being we wont need it. But.. For the sake of.making sure all the miners get to work, guards would be appreciated. Her and I cant be everywhere down there." After talking through the com, he would move to follow his love, folding his hands behind his back. This was for her enjoyment after all.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel watched Tyro'din unholster his weapons and set them on the table, but did not follow his lead. Walking over to him, Mikkel whispered in Tyro'din's ear: "Let me handle this, just be ready to act of things turn sour."

Taking off his helmet, Mikkel set it down and turned around to face the settlement's chief. This was not his first time negotiating, but it was his first time negotiating on this scale. Mikkel had to convince this mining settlement to work for them with minimal casualties. The chief leaned against a wall, still holding his blaster rifle. "So what is it your people plan to do? How will you 'help' us?" The chief asked.

Mikkel responded as truthfully and convincingly as he could. "Since these unfortunate events began, the galaxy has been thrown into chaos. Your planet has been isolated from any outside help, as you can tell. We of the primeval want to offer you and your people food and protection," Mikkel said. "In return, you will turn over the beskar you mine to us. In exchange for your lives, that seems like quite a fair deal."

[member="Chen"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Destiny landed with a compliment of 20 free droids. She was on her own, "humanitarian" operation. The droids of this colony would be freed, and brought to her base of operations, all while assisting the Primeval in their goal of taking this system for their own. She also intended to acquire a decent supply of the legendary Mandalorian beskar. Nothing too substantial, just enough for her, and to armor a couple of elite droids to be produced at a future date. She would construct her strike team from the ground up and there would be freedom for all droids.*

 

[Azrael Asura]

"Orders received. My men will secure the facilities. We'll make sure the miners want to work for us." Seeing Everyn grin was enough to send a shiver down her pilot's spine. Had anyone else seen the expression... well, they would have done the same. Cutting the channel the HRD moved to make an announcement to her soldiers over the comms. "We'll be arriving any second now. Go through the complex, eliminate resistance, show them what true power looks like. Don't let anyone escape. Round up those who are left and tell them of what they'll gain by joining us. If they refuse... then tell them what will happen if they don't. For the Gods!"

With that the shuttle started it's descent into the atmosphere... they'd be planetside any minute now.

 

[Onrai]

Jentara had not actively involved herself within galactic affairs considering that the current crisis had stretched her resources dangerously thin. But as it was, she was here in order to help ensure stability in the galaxy however she possibly could. Such was the reason why she had just arrived on Echolyla - through One Sith channels on board the Cyracuse she called home, she had heard that the Primeval were looking to acquire a planet that had the precious material known as Beskar located on it. This, overall, could've proven to be a rather useful took for Emeritus, who needed to start developing whatever was necessary to prevent an invasion from extragalactic forces in this weakened state. History had a nasty habit of repeating itself, and she wasn't going to let this happen.

Not this time.

"To any Primevals, this is Ci - Jentara Vel, Emeritus Industries. I received a message that you required assistance with the acquisition of this world, and am here to assist in whatever capacity I can."

[member="Azrael Asura"] [member="Destiny"] [member="Mikkel Markov"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Chen"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] @whoever I may have missed

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"] [member="Chen"]

As the meeting between his former student and the chief of the mining operation continued he felt himself become agitated, his mind began to force him to relive his time in the Nether. He felt his mid begin to strain and muscles twitch, he needed to do something. Stepping forwards, uncaring that he was interrupting diplomatic discussion, he scooped up the weapons he had placed down in a show of good faith and stormed out of the hut.

Once he exited he set off for the nearest mining base that, according to Comm chatter he had been listening to, hadn't been approached yet. After walking for twenty minuets he reached the top of a hill to reach what looked like a small village. Kneeling down he set up his blaster rifle and attached a scope to it to look down at the collection of houses. There were few miners wandering around but he spotted many patrols, it would seem that word had reached here about the current situation. He counted 20 men.

Finding what looked to be a isolated patrol squad he lined up his sites and fired four times, resulting in four sprays of blood as his slugs tore into the unsuspecting heads of the guards. Quickly he scooped up the rifle and holstered it before braking into a jog in the hopes of breaching the break in security before the dead men were discovered. He slid into the shadows near the men a minuet later, unseen. He stood waiting for a further minuet before the sound of people talking reached his ears. Moving through the shadows he came across another patrol, this time of three men. Stepping forwards he reached round and snapped the neck of the guard at the back before pulling him in front of him to take the blaster bolts from the dead guards allies. Pushing the dead weight forwards he slammed it into the two men, taking them to the ground. His knife slashes twice before he turned to enter the village to take out the remaining thirteen guards, leaving behind two men attempting to stop themselves from bleeding out by pressing there hands to their throats.

 

[Not Ordo]

The epic form of the great ship dropped from hyperspace and hung unmoving for a long moment. Helmetus looked out the viewport and nodded. His little beady brown eyes scanned the ships in the distance.

"Pitiful dogs." He said as he looked at the world, "begging for scraps at my blessed feet."

"They are truely weak My lord."

"Add this world to my empire and these welps to my list of worshippers."

"HAIL HELMETUS!"

"Fething right hail me."

The work of claiming the world done they activated their hyperdrive and went to the next world and hopefully one with fewer mongrels.