Trouble in Paradise (TSE Dominion of Vaynai)

[Taeli Raaf]

[SIZE=11pt]Vaynai. By all accounts and appearances, the world was an insignificant speck, hardly worthy of the attention of the Sith Empire. Touted as a world of relaxation, with sprawling island resorts and spas, plentiful and rare delicacies, and warm shallow waters, Vaynai would hardly be a world that the Sith would find strategically important in their expansion beyond a vacation spot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Unless that is, the resorts were the only thing on the world. Slick, a powerful medicine and drug derived from a seaweed variant found on the planet, is a pricey commodity on the galactic and black markets. Controlled by a shadowy collection of individuals, the production of Slick has been discovered to be a source of income for the remnants of the League of Voss. The Saaraishash and other elements of Sith-Imperial Intelligence have been dispatched to the world upon learning the controllers of the Slick are meeting at one of the resorts to discuss their continued support of the League of Voss. The mission there is simple, find them and either kill them, convince them to rethink their loyalties, or capture them for interrogation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Elsewhere on the planet, the mysterious ruins known as the Shrine of Kooroo has become a source of concern of late. Many of the Vaynai Archipelago's youth have been sneaking out and disappearing, sometimes for days at a time, and it is all linked back to the strange occurrences at the shrine. Some say a cult has arisen there, fueled by visions. An investigation is warranted regardless as anything that might cause powerful visions for Force Sensitives is of interest to the Emperor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1. Find the meeting of the League of Voss backers, and either capture or kill them at your discretion.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]2. Vaynai has a thriving resort and aquaculture economy, join in on that or take over the Slick operations[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]3. Investigate the Shrine of Kooroo on the planet, and why so many of the population’s young have been gravitating towards the site[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]4. The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]ever popular[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] BYOO[/SIZE]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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The Angry Ysalamir Rooftop, Vaynai​

Objective I :: Assassinate HVT​

This place stunk of luxury.

Vestille had inserted himself under the cover of the nightlife of the previous evening, worming his way behind the scenes of the high rise hotel, slipping past the staff unnoticed and making his way to the roof, to which would become his lair soon enough. The Major had been assigned to take down an element of the League of Voss that was to host one of two meetings with backers of their cause; whilst the rest of the agents of the Saaraishash and their supporting elements would hunt down the main meeting, it was up to Vestille to eliminate the smaller, more closed door meeting within the opposite hotel before moving on to provide assistance to the rest of the agents in hunting down and eliminating the remaining League of Voss personnel and their backers; either potential or confirmed. Their crimes would be paid for in either confession, cooperation or their blood; either suited the Major's superiors just fine.

Diplomacy wasn't the Major's strong suit, at least with words. As he remained on the roof and waited until the sun rose in the sky, he opened up the case he had carried upon his back after setting it down on the floor. A rifle, not just any typical rifle but one that he had requested specifically for this mission. Having received the blueprints from fellow agents of the layout of the target building, it appeared that the meeting room had been created with security in mind; the windows could be reinforced with a touch of a button and the walls were created with a dense durasteel composite, both of these resulting in a part corporate board room, part safe house for those that paid the right price to access such a facility. As he fixed all the parts of the rifle together, it was perhaps a fitting weapon for the Major; uncompromising and willing to go to any length to complete the mission. If the enemy wished to hide behind walls and steel? Fine. He would instead bring down a fury that no assassin would otherwise dare to use on such a simple target.

With the Anti-Material Rifle deployed and ready, the scope able to pick up thermal signatures, all the Major had to do now was wait for the guests of the hour to arrive.

It would be a final vacation to remember.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Vaynai​

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BYOO, Vacation​

Treasure Pyramid Hotel and Casino​

Alvarex booked himself a small vacation unknowingly at the same time that the Sith Empire would make its way to claim the resort world. The son of the Emperor found himself playing a sandball game, the Epicanthix jumped and batted the ball away from the net. He watched with pride as his opponents scrambled to make a reply and when there was none he smirked. The Vaynai sun greeted his body with kindness and he did notice how some of the men and a lot of the women along with the genders in between seemed to stop and stare. He and some of his best mates from Panatha had arranged this vacation several months ago, "ah Rex where is your line of I am the son of the God-King."

"When I find a lass worth the line, I'll be sure to deliver." He shuffled to the next position as his friends laughed and the game went on. Athleticisim on display, a crowd seemed to come and go watching each of the muscle bound men work their way to a win. It was no official match rather just a match between colleagues and friends from a time gone by. When the game was over and his side had lost, Alvarex took in stride. "Well, I do believe that the beach calls so unless you plan on staying in this hotel." The soldier grabbed his duffle bag and headed out with his friends not too far behind, each one louder than the other the men shouted out into the streets and grabbed a speeder to head to the beach. The four men turned up the party music, "this bass is terrible c'mon change it."

"Varthus, change it."

"Fine...."

"Now this, this is music."

As the new song played through the speeder, Alvarex who sat in the front passenger seat fished out his personal holo. It took him a moment to find who he was looking for and when he did, he sent off a message along with a picture.

[member="Yasha Mantis"], shame your duties have taken you all the way back to Mandalore. On Vaynai, finished this little run yesterday - heading to the beaches now.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

VAYNAI
BYOO: Vacation time!

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With a swift movement, Joycelyn Zambrano snatched the holo from [member="Alvarex Zambrano"]'s hand and stole the last few seconds of the recording to [member="Yasha Mantis"].

"Your presence is sorely missed, Lady Mandalor. Also, did you notice Alvarex is going grey?" Joycelyn made sure there was a visual on herself too, clearly showing her toned chest and shoulders. "I swear, it's all salt and pepper."

Her older half-brother may have only invited his buddies and colleagues, but Joycelyn had found a way to come along. After all, she had fought alongside the Blackblades for years, she had practically been one of them before the Ember of Vahl took her in for their training, and then the Sith took her as a Knight. Life had changed since those days, but many of the Blackblades still saw her as one of their own. After all, she was Zambrano.

She looked down at Alvarex, her face clearly mocking. The yellow irises burned bright in contrast to their smoky surroundings. Her short, black hair clung to her head, wet with seawater, while the black braid at her neck clung to her back. The plain black two-pieced swimwear clung tight to her muscular form.

The Vahlacanthix raised the holo up high, taking another picture of the scene, of the tall and strong Epicanthix men and the glamour of the surrounding beach scene. The white beaches stretched out to either side, far, far beyond sight, and beyond it all was clear and blue ocean. The sky was seemingly endless, melting with the horizon in the far, far distance.

The music was loud enough to make its mark, but not so loud that they had to shout. Well, not yet. With time and drinks, who knew how it would turn out? Joyce did shout the last words, trying to get them in before Alvarex retreived his holo from his giant of a half-sister.

"Anyway, we do wish you find time to release yourself from your administrative duties and join us one day." "I am sure Alvarex would agree, right?"

Much snickering occurred.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The siege entered its third day with the rising of the anemic Helan sun. Long had Hela been a planet of pirate activity, coming under the Infernal’s banner had cleansed some but not all of the malicious activity.

Mand’alor the Infernal and her Yalilyr fought on the front line, breaking through the pirates, who attempted to hold the turbo laser embankment pointed at Space.

Crimson stains on her Beskar’gam dropped to the ground as she slashed through another gun placement with her sword, the Rekr Karyatesa in her other hand. While [member="Ambrose Mantis"] distracted the pirates with scatterfire, Yasha swung her great hammer into the barricade.

It peeled away, and Mandalorians flooded the pirates’ last-stand inner bastion.

“Mand’alor! An urgent holo from Zambrano.” Aiya spoke in Yasha’s MBE. Catching her breath, Yasha put her back to the wall. All round her the last of the pirates were being exterminated.

“What could the Emperor want?” Yasha blinked the message onto her HUD, and was met not with [member="Darth Carnifex"], but the stunning masculinity of [member="Alvarex Zambrano"]. The God-Prince… and... his sister [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]?

“Urgent!? You trickster!” A run warranted a shirtless picture, did it? Yasha grunted, clicking off the message and gnawing on her lip.

“You didn’t ask which Zambrano... The battle is won, Ambrose has things in order and you’re not expected on Mandalore for days. Vaynai isn’t far enough to deter you.” Aiya said. Yasha swerved away, the dregs taken by the Yalilyr. She returned to the Command Tent and removed her buy’ce.

“Panathan busybody. Stop it.” Raven hair fell from a crown braid, framing a tired but flushed and pretty face.

“Is that your idea of an invitation, or an attempt to make me jealous? Or is your sister the brave blooded one, Salt and Pepper Prince? The run has done you well, pity you are incapable of demonstrating your cardiovascular integrity over so great a distance. I shall console myself with a battle won.”

“Shall I commandeer you the Shev’la?” Aiya’s voice was filled with mirth, shouting over the yet unclosed connecting message. “She’s not far! Ask her!”

“Aiya, by Manda st-“ The transmission ended abruptly, a glance of exacerbated levity to an otherwise tired face.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Objective 3: Investigate rumors of a cult and take the shrine.
Allies: [member="Koda Fett"]

One Sith was not like the other.

Oh, the uninitiated and the stupid tried to claim as much. They were all the same! No difference whatsoever, but that was like saying every Jedi was the same. The man who came to Echoy'la to hire House Vizsla for a mission was not like other Sith. Oh, one Lord Starvald looked like them. Amber eyes, robes (rather than functional armor), but he was a talker and Ronan disliked talkers. Still. His coin was good and if they were to build up the House's reputation within the Empire?

Might as well earn some coin while they were at it.

Apparently the rebellious youth of Vaynai were sneaking off at night to visit the shrine of Kooroo. It made him think of [member="Tamara Wren"] and the discipline within her. It made him proud- knowing that his daughter was unlike these mewling whelps who knew nothing of duty.

To their family. To themselves. To the blood flowing through their veins and the ash they would return to eventually.

"Starvald gave free reign here." There were half a dozen Vizsla gunships en route towards the location of the shrine. One of them contained Ronan and Koda. "He cares more about the mystery of the shrine than the children within." If they could take the shrine for him, the Sith Lord didn't much care about what happened to the kids. Though it was understood that if they could bring them in alive? That would be preferable. Ronan didn't much care either way.

Coin was coin.

"How is your exile treating you, Fett."

Unveiled amusement in that status of quos.

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE 3: ​Investigate rumours of a cut and take the shrine.
ALLIES: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

Maybe they weren't all the same. Some preferred to talk, others make use of witchcraft and mysticism, whilst some favoured a blade in their hand. It hardly mattered as to what they called themselves, or what their preference was, for their blood oozed outwards onto the pavement in the same manner their credits did into Fett's gloved hands. Unwilling to take anything from a Jedi bar it's life, it was the Sith Empire in which Fett favoured above all else. There weren't a great many things that he honoured in this Galaxy; his word being among them, and by extension, his contract.

The Bounty Hunter stood alongside Ronan -- the only individual Koda was willing to be in the company of -- his helmeted head pivoting upwards and to the left upon hearing the potentially teasing question, or it certainly seemed to be the case. Visor met Visor. "Hmph." He managed to huff with some semblance of amusement from beneath his helmet, before continuing, "It was inevitable." It didn't answer the question, but it possibly asked one itself.

"They try to contact me, still. Especially after that bounty." Mandalorians of their Empire, or the Exiles themselves have both offered refuge to the 'Mandalorian' who earned the ire of someone with enough credits to have him killed, and potentially enough security to keep Fett at bay. Even desired his armour. Suppose that was a compliment, if nothing else.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Objective 3: Investigate rumors of a cult and take the shrine.
Allies: [member="Koda Fett"]

That bounty amused Ronan greatly.

A million credits for Koda, formerly of Clan Fett, if that wasn't something. Oh, it wasn't the price tag put on Emperors, but for a Bounty Hunter? That was a sign of respect as far as Ronan was concerned. "Mardos must be kicking himself, after seeing the number of zeroes on it." Vizsla retorted after a moment of thought. The current Alor of Clan Fett hadn't spoken of Koda or the bounty to him- knowing that his.... friendship (did Ronan have friends now? Odd thought that) with Koda would have made it an awkward conversation.

But Vizsla knew the allure of coin.

What better way to kick someone out of your clan and take control than to throw them to the wolves?

"You should ask for a higher bounty." Ronan suddenly declared before settling himself down on the seat, pulling out his beskad and started to whet the edge. They still had about fifteen minutes, before the shrine would come into view. What better way to spend it? "Maybe it will tempt me."

The shadows almost covered his eyes in black as Ronan looked up.

"Been a while since you have been challenged."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: 3/4
Location: Vaynai Archipelago
Equipment: [ Tunic ] [ Shades ] [ Sith Training Saber (Zaboka) ]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rGkw4N2iPY​

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"Seriously, what is it with vacations and water?"

The young Cathar stood atop the aft section of a large sail barge. Ferried over the top of the crystalline waves, the large skiff traversed between islands of the archipelago. Earlier into their school break, Micah's family had vacationed to Mon Cala. They had taken the young Zabrak known as Jorah with them for the family outing.

Now the situation was reversed. Micah's family had returned to Bastion, while he voyaged with Jorah's family on an outing to Vaynai.

Already, Micah wasn't all that impressed. Instead, peering over the side of the sail barge, the young Cathar's fur stood on end as he thought about all that water...

Danger.

With a gasp, the child shied back from the edge as he snatched up the blade-staff that he carried. His reflexes had been just enough so that he deflected the incoming sword strike upward.

Taking three steps backward, the Cathar twirled the zaboka in his hand as the Zabrak pressed his attack. The back half of the sail barge became a cacophony of noise, as dulled durasteel clanged against dulled durasteel. Jorah was a very simple person, but his swordsmanship was fierce. Micah found himself moving away to create space enough in which to spin the blade-staff.

The Cathar's leg caught on the edge of a storage box. The boy gave a yelp as he went tumbling over, finding himself ensnared in netting that secured the supplies to the deck.

The sound of Zabrak laughter caused the Cathar's ears to flatten back against his head. At least, until Jorah reached out a hand to help the boy up. No sooner was Micah on his feet, however, before he had a Zabrak on his back. The two boys started to wrestle, their training swords clattering onto the deck as their playfight went round and round...

And then the sail barge gave a shudder, and both boys fell down onto the netting.

"Jorah. Micah. We're here."

Scrambling up to their feet, the two boys snatched up their training sabers as they ran up to the edge of the sail barge. The skiff had arrived at an island, atop which was a variety of strange stones in odd formation dotting the landscape.

"WA-HOOOO!"

Bounding up on top of the railing, the young Zabrak vaulted through the air, flipping several times before the Sith Hopeful landed neatly on the beach.

Ears perking up, the Cathar's tail swished playfully as he followed suit. The Force flowed through the child, as the nimble cat vaulted off the side of the sail barge. Somersaulting through the air, the youngling used a featherpush to soften his landing on the beach.

At some point in all of this, they needed to do a book report on From the Darkest Heart. But right now, running up and down a beach trying to whack each other with training sabers seemed much more entertaining.

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE 3: Investigate rumours of a cult and take the shrine.
ALLIES: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

It was an anonymous bounty. It hardly made much sense to come from Mardos, yet the thought crossed his mind now more than ever. If you truly wanted someone gone, you throw a large enough price on someone's head. That vermin only ever had to wait until the suspicion was clear of him, knowing full well that a man such as Fett was going to bother someone else in the near future. Ultimately, however, that pondering was cut short. It hardly made sense for Mardos to need Fett dead after accepting his own exile.

Or did it?

As Ronan moved to take a seat, Koda remained standing. There alway was something about standing rather than sitting. It was his preference, if nothing else. "It's anonymous. Nobody to contact." Fett replied, a seriousness to his tone. "Commenor Royalty offered to pay it off... Stockholm syndrome, it seems." That was the closest thing to a joke Koda could offer, even if it was true to some extent.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Objective 3: Investigate rumors of a cult and take the shrine.
Allies: [member="Koda Fett"]
Others: [member="Micah"]

Brows furrowed in thought at that.

"Was their aim to insult you?" Vizsla asked while the rasp of the whet stone against the edge started echoing throughout the gunship. In truth Ronan wasn't sure why else the Commenor royalty would suggest that Koda couldn't handle his own affairs. Paying the bounty for him? The lowest of lowest of denominators as far as Vizsla was concerned. "One is only as worth as much as their own actions." If one accepted assistance and help from others without handling it themselves first?

Utter sign of weakness.

The comms whirred into existence and their pilot announced they were approaching the island mass that contained the Shrine. It would still be a few minutes, but perhaps the children who had just landed themselves on the beach would notice the gliding shadows against the backdrop of the horizon.

Vizsla was uninterested in a stealth mission.

"Shoot to incapacitate for now." The command came forth and was relayed through the encrypted radios and out-loud to Koda. While the Mandalorian preferred to aim for the kill, they had a mission here and it was paid for royally. So might as well do it the way the employer wanted it. Otherwise there was no point in taking the contract, if you weren't prepared to handle it to specification. There were times where one could get creative or even rebellious.

This was not one of them.

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE 3: Investigate rumours of a cult and take the shrine.
ALLIES: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]
OTHER: [member="Micah"]

Fett hadn't much to say on the topic, but he never truly had much to say at all. His simple response of, "It was ignored." Rang true. Just as Vizsla, Fett was content on fighting his own battles. His reputation existed for a reason, now, and so any two-bit Hunter who deemed themselves worthy of taking the mantle of the galaxy's greatest was welcome to try, but there would be no mercy, there would only be a lesson. Not just to the individual, but to the industry. Koda Fett was the titan there.

The Mandalorian Bounty Hunter had shifted his helmeted head's gaze into the direction of the door that was soon to open, aware of how close they very well may be. As any other, he didn't know what to expect. He did, however, expect to get the job done. That much was a certainty when you dealt with Fett.

Whilst facing the exit, he spoke once more, offering a comment. "Mandalorians provided the same offer." It was something he was bound to leave within the air. Allowing it circulate within Ronan. Fett knew how it was certain to irritate him, and force his blood to boil. A Vizsla had always shared similarities to a rabid dog. Ronan? The most fearsome of hounds.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Gree to empty space. A feint to reorient and jump again, in case the Acerbitas was followed. Empty space. Reorient.

All the while, aware that there was someone on board the ship that didn't belong. Someone very small. Someone in the walls. Hirou hid, and ran. And hid again. Life form scanners brought out. If Hirou had been bigger, slower or stupider, they would have been caught a dozen times over. But each time they avoided. Each time it was closer.

Each time they returned to the hangar, working feverishly on the tiny capsule that they intended to use to escape. Hidden behind a crate in a corner. Bits and bobs stolen. Reconfigured. Put together. Hirou lost track of how many jumps the Acerbitas made, all of the systems it visited. They couldn't monitor that and build the capsule and stay safe. They made the decision that with the data already collected and sent to [member="Matsu Xiangu"] for [member="Darth Saarai"], the later two were the right decisions.

Hirou had no interest in being a martyr or a hero here.

A live Nezumi was better than a dead Trianii, any day.

It was at Nathema that Hirou finally got their chance. Garbage dump. So easy to miss a capsule the size of a shoe box exiting at the same time.

Hirou honestly wasn't sure just how much time had passed. There hadn't been a good way to track that information given the situation. And it had seemed unhelpful anyway. But they knew where the Empire would be..... and with them, Tai Fa.

It was a good thing too, cause Hirou didn't think the pod would make it farther than that anyway!

 

[Thyne]

Stashed away in his room in a hotel, Thyne had said he'd be out in a few minutes. That was a good 20 minutes ago. The boy had always been a pale individual. The Teevan blood in his veins brought forth a pale hue of silver, only further emphasized by his tendency to stay indoors. To look upon the boy now, however, would bring a new definition to pale. Dressed in swim trunks and a baggy sweatshirt, hair disheveled a bit more than usual, there was a wild look in his eyes as he stood there in the middle of his room.

Resting on the bed, a sword. Elegant, hauntingly so, yet relatively unsuspecting in appearance. He hadn't thought much of it when he first got the blade, beyond trying to figure out how best to use such a weapon. No big deal, really. He'd just have to spend extra training sessions growing used to the weapon, something much heavier than he would be used to. Why, he was tempted to ask Joyce for help. That was before he heard it. The whispered voice, creeping into the confines of his mind, soft yet not lacking in danger.

I am useless like this, a trophy in the hands of a boy. Why do you let me rust away?​

At first, he wasn't quite sure where the voice was coming from. It wasn't of the familiar sort, though he'd encountered many a Sith who would try to replicate such voice patterns. It wouldn't leave him alone, either, creeping up to him as he slept, whispering in his ear, beckoning he make use of the blade. Dark shadows found their place under his eyes.

Why have you forsaken me?​

He left the sword, tucked underneath his bed. As he left the hotel, he was hit with a wave of heat that was almost overwhelming. He shuddered, sinking further into the sweatshirt as if it'd provide refuge from the blazing sun. Eventually, he made his way to Joyce, arriving as she finished hijacking the transmission sent by Alvarex. "Is it always this hot?"

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] ​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Vaynai​

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Three Shores Beach​

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Thyne"]​

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Music played from the beach and Alvarex had only just gotten out of the speeder. "Give it back, Joyce." He was more than annoyed, and then she continued to speak to Yasha. The man was at least a shade or two red and his buddies laughed. Quietly he held out his hand, "alright, you had your fun give it back." Salt and Pepper prince, I'm only twenty-nine for Kings sakes. Alvarex turned to look behind him as the guys ran out to the waters with the boards and booze. Trudging along he gestured, in the direction his sister and her... not Cryax to walk. He looked at the man and looked at his sister and shook his head, some things were clearly going to be familial traits he swore it.

When Yasha's transmission cut abruptly he turned to grab his holoback, he may have been a giant of a man but his younger sister had three inches on him. Bloody, giant woman he cursed in his mind the Blackblade reached out for it and missed. "And yes it is, it's a beach with sand and heat. Here, lest you burn." Alvarex kindly handed the soft one sunscreen, "now give it back Joycelyn!" Alvarex reached for his holo again. And missed again.

"C'mon Rex!" Vrathus called out, "waves are this way."

"Yeah, just a sec!"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Saaraishash Oversight.
Allies: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

The output of Kolto from Dubrillion was slowly recovering after the assault by the Rebel Alliance.

But Lord Saarai was never happy with just recovery. More was necessary, better, especially after... Gree. The beak lowered an inch at that memory- Caecus had disappeared with her operative fellow and this time around the Thirriken hadn't pursued it. [member="Darth Carnifex"] always seemed to find more and more ways to frustrate him and his efforts to streamline the efficiency of the Empire. Now he was getting reports of a gorram portal storm all around Gree that had been pulsing out some otherworldly creatures.

Why?

What purpose had it served?

Perhaps it was for that reason that the Emperor had not deemed it necessary to inform him about the details. You were rather busy with rebuilding the Saaraishash, Lord Saarai. Oh, yes. Truly that was the only reason for the lack of input.

And now reports served that Hirou was gone too. The Acerbitas. That hellish dreadnought that seemed to be popping in and out of existence at will. His agents were still trying to track it, but having difficulty with it.

"Slick might not be crucial for our operations, but it will fill a hole we had trouble filling before." The data program annotated his notes, while he studied the map. There were several points where the large machines were harvesting the ocean. Several points where take-overs were acceptable. Lord Saarai was currently in orbit of Vaynai on board the Song of Truth. It was a sign that the Sith Empire was not interested in a scourged planet approach with the expansion to this world.

Otherwise the Dark Lord's Behemoth would have appeared instead.

The swing swatted at the table.

Rare outburst of anger.

"Terminate recording."

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Objective 3: Investigate rumors of a cult and take the shrine.
Allies: [member="Koda Fett"]

Inclination of the head.

Ronan wouldn't have expected anything less from Koda. One of the few reasons that they could interact without Vizsla feeling like throwing him out of a flying shuttle on a minute basis. He wasn't exactly a people person at the best of days. He still didn't understand why it was hard for people to understand the Mandalorians. It was simple- strength, loyalty, duty, those were the only things that mattered. Strength of person, loyalty to family, duty to clan, in that order.

There was nothing dif-

Head slowly rose up, until eyes met the side of the vizor.

Oh, he realized that Fett was trying to get a rise out of him- it was said too casually, too innocently not to be on purpose. "What a joke." Ronan rose up, grabbing the edge of his helmet and dragging it along as he exited the landed shuttle and stepped foot on the ground.

Around them the Vizsla commandos had already set-up lines of engagement. The landing zone would be secure.

"Their blood is thin, I hear the Empire of Mandalorians has been sucking up to every nation with a willing ear." Head tilted, stretching muscles and tendons. "Weakness." But Koda did not get the pleasure of Ronan lashing out in anger. Not now. It was contained and locked in key. Perhaps in that moment he would realize that Vizsla had become more dangerous across this year. Hound? Maybe. But no longer the rabidness that would have pushed him forward to kill and kill.

There was measure now, calculation and thought.

Dangerous.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Hirou's little capsule didn't have much. It was bare bones, the minimum needed to get to where they needed to go and survive. To say that it wasn't comfortable was an understatement, but the Nezumi could handle it. Typically considered small and fragile, Nezumi were tough in their own ways. At the very least, Hirou in particular was the sort to never give up.

Fortunately, even without proper sensors, it was not difficult to find the Song of Truth once Hirou got close to Vaynai. They hadn't been sure if Tai Fa would be here themselves, but the relief that flooded the little creature was palpable as they fired the aft burners and made their way toward the enormous SSD.

Hailing?

Not possible. But considering the size and shape, Hirou also didn't expect for the ship to open fire on them even without hailing. Instead they got in line for the ships docking with the vessel, waiting their turn patiently. Several mechanics paused, confusion on their faces as the tiny ship that looked like nothing more than a toy made from trash scraps by a child with more imagination than credits settled down in one of the landing zones.

They had gathered around, discussing just what was going on and if they should tell someone when-

*pop*

One of the panels fell off.

And there was Hirou. Fur a little patchy from several close calls. A few ounces lighter. Scruffy and missing the very tip of their tail.

They looked up. Ears flicked.

"I would appreciate a ride to where ever Lord Saarai is," they said, cheerful but subdued. "It's been a long..... however long it's been and I am very tired."

[member="Darth Saarai"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It wasn't exactly the Emperor's preferred locale for vacation.

The beach and the sunshine was a little much for his tastes, he preferred somewhere away from society and steeped in atmosphere and vague mysticism. But, it was not his decision to make, and not one to argue over such a pointless detail, the Emperor did little to stop his wives from dragging him along to Vaynai for a well-earned bit of rest and relaxation. The battle of Gree had concluded, and the Emperor was exhausted from the extradimensional shenanigans as Asation, the strange energies unleashed from the portal have strange and energy-sapping effects on him and those who stood alongside him.

Now he reclined on a smoothed stone bench, his traditionary dark garments removed to reveal a patchwork of silver scars and the faint whispers of other past injuries that ran across the length of his body. The only scrap of clothing he yet wore was a bathing suit that straddled his waist and groin, specifically tailored to his exact dimensions. Beside him were two of his wives, [member="Invicta Zambrano"] and [member="Salara Zambrano"], both of whom were considered his favorite out of his existing eight paramours.

The other wives were elsewhere, enjoying the warmth and the waves with their own children while the Emperor noticeably distanced himself from the rambunctious pack for some silent reflection.

[member="Alvarex Zambrano"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Thyne"]​

 

[Omari Ngao]

Objective 1
Vaynai, Resort
Treasure Pyramid Hotel and Casino
FOSB Transfer Agent,
Former Sergeant, Omari Vyken

In tandem with Saaraishash operatives, Omari was deployed to the planet of Vaynai as an attache. He didn't get any details for why he was on the mission, but he could only assume it was to learn more about their allies in any capacity. The acceptance of his presence was likely as a gauge to measure whether the First Order actually employed worthy operatives.

Never would he have thought he'd be some top secret soldier agent. But here he was entering a hotel with a fairly large briefcase in hand, a bunch of nonsensical papers and datapads covering the hidden compartment below that contained his rifle. Once he was inside, he turned off from the foyer following in the steps of an alien he'd never seen in the western reaches of the galaxy to a bathroom, he assumed.

By the time Omari got into the bathroom, it was empty save for the two of them, his target slipping into a stall, and Omari elected to walk over to the sink counter. Setting the briefcase down, he drew out his miniaturized earpiece and fit it into his ear. Thanks to the brief he knew of [member="Vestille Thumahra"] was at the other hotel, just not where. They'd regroup later, he imagined, but until then, he had to corner an informant.

Triggering the mechanism in the case to bring the rifle components to the top, he closed the case and kicked open the door to the stall the alien was trapped in. "Oh, I thought this one was empty."