Victims of their Greed [TSE Dominion of Oorn Tchis Hex]

[Ao Xian]

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Oorn Tchis​

7,752 ATE/852 ABY​

It wasn't a particularly important world. No one was under that illusion. But as with so much about real estate it was the location location location that brought the eye of the Empire to Oorn Tchis. A small, agri-world, always useful to feed the imperial war machine, some small mining interests that would offer further independence from the unreliability of outside supply, Oorn Tchis had just enough to matter.

Of course, there was also the small matter of pirates harassing the edges of Imperial Space and a certain buyer of illegally exported sith artifacts.

Sometimes, it was necessary to remind those who would attempt to bloody the nose of the Sith Empire just how foolish that endeavor would be....

Objective 1: Pirates
At the outer edges of the system, a band of pirates calling themselves, cheekily we might add, "Heirs of the Empire" have been staging out of a ramshackled base built piecemeal out of three asteroids they jury rigged together. While it is possible to simply blow it out of the sky, they have stolen materials from Imperial supply yards and possibly intel as well. Recovery of these supplies and discovering the nature of potential intel leaks and buyers is just as important as wiping out these rats.

This objective is three fold- murder pirates, recover stolen goods, and download intel from their base for further study by the Saaraishash.

Objective 2: Rightfully Ours
As the Empire has taken the planets of the Caldera, they have found a smuggling ring that specialized in stealing priceless Sith artefacts and selling them to wealthy collectors off world. After a raid on Dromund Kaas by joint forces of the Legion and Saaraishash, a list of purchasers emerged. One of the largest? Self styled Baron Nerringer of Oorn Tchis.

This objective is two fold- Assassinate the Baron for this outrage (while leaving the rest of the family, Imperial sympathizers, alive)and steal back the artefacts and return them to the Sith without alerting the family. These should be accomplished by two separate teams, lead by [member="Darth Ophidia"] and [member="Nyra Mazul"], respectively.

Objective 3: Feed the Greed
Got a business type character? Talk to the owners of the mining interests and coax them into a deal. This can be through sitting down at the table and hammering out a deal that is mutually beneficial or Force Persuasion if the later doesn't work.

Objective 4: BYOO
Create your own scene and have a blast.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 1

[member="Ao'Xian"] had been afforded all honor that was due to the Goddess of Luck.

Or as much as the scrapped together corvette could offer.

He did not have any illusions that the spirit realm was far more pleasant for her, but this was all that the Simian could offer on such short-notice. The corvette was perfect for him and his followers. They ranged large and small, some Nezumi, others as large as a Wook, even a Maelibus graced them with his presence every once in a while, when the Saaraishash attached him to them.

Now that one knew how to fight... sometimes.

It was rather odd and Kazmai didn't want to think too hard about it. "Oh Captured Radiance of the Midnight Sun," Kaz murmured respectfully as he entered the little nook he had created for her with his own two paws.

As comfortable as possible- furs and cushions and even a portable heater for her personally. "We are almost there. Five minutes at most. Is there anything more that I can grant you?" His paws were wringing together, already looking forward towards the battle ahead. But if Ao dramatic pause Xian had any last-minute requests then he would do his utmost best.

The corvette's atmosphere was raw and heavy.

Aliens of every size readying themselves for the battle.

It would be similar to the last one, where they breached the shipyards of the League and brought it under control of the Emperor. Kaz had received a medal for that one... it had been amusing when the squishy human had tried to pin it on him.

Just to realize he had nothing comparable to the fabric of the humanoids. In the end the functionary hung it over his hammer. Close enough.

 

[Nyra Mazul]

OBJECTIVE 2B​

Information was a valuable commodity and one that some paid dearly for. For the smugglers of sith antiquities the cost was their lives. Licking her lips and smoothing invisible wrinkles on her trademark black outfit Nyra considered a moment the data. Just knowing that the man bought priceless artifacts wasn't enough. Sure some were probably proudly on display in his home, and the team assassinating him could deal with them but where were there rest? A quick canvas of museums allowed for a few to be revealed but the rest? Well for that we had a bank. "Safety deposit vaults." Nyra said. "Not just boxes but whole vaults!" She was excited and practical yelled the last bit while flinging her hands to either side and smiling unnaturally big smile.

Normally the Sith would just break into such a place but given that they were trying to appear the savior and keep order it wouldn't be great to break into one of the more trusted banking institutions on planet, at least not publicly. This is where Nyra came in. [member="Darth Carnifex"] has been her master for a minute, and not much more, and so the task had fallen to her. Normally she'd do a job like this by herself, but there was too many things to move by herself. An entire Vault of Sith Artifacts. It was exciting.

"Working backward from the vault we're going to have to deal with mechanical and biometric locks, security sensors, cameras, dozens of armed guards we can't kill, and of course the logistics of carrying all the loot."

"So before I begin the briefing," she said pivoting on her foot before looking at her assembled crew "show of hands, who has been in a heist before?" Her own hand raised high into the air. Yes Nyra was practicaly jumping with excitement!

Spoiler

OOC: Its short but meh, figured I'd see who is up for Oceans Sith 11ing it up before I got too into it.

 

[Rosalina]

Objective 4: BYOO (Gathering information from the locals)
Post #1

Being a Sith was not all about conquering and destruction. At least, this was what Alm was being lead to believe in her training. A show of force was necessary now and again, but cultivating power stemmed from knowing your domain and how to manipulate it. Oorn Tchis may not have been a militaristic stronghold, but it had benefits the empire could reap as an agricultural world.

Hey, Sith gotta eat.

Coming from a rural world herself, Alm was dispatched to one of the planet’s largest farms in order to gain a better understanding of the people, the planet and what they cultivated here.

Disembarking from her ship in the middle of a field, the young Nasvalo looked around to survey the planet’s topography. Flat, flat as far as she could see. She’d been told of mining prospects elsewhere which lead her to believe that the more mountainous region was likely further away.

Her attention shifted to the two figures that stood a little ways away; two human males, both broadly built with strong shoulders and the sort of physique you got from working the land. One was beginning to grey, dark hair turning salt and pepper with age while the other, his son seemed more spry.

The trio exchanged cursory stares before Alm stepped forward.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective 4: BYOO [Help [member="Alm"]'s research]

Home.

Good ol' Oorn Tchis.

How glad was he that the Sith Empire would be taking his home world under their wing. There were certain undertones of pride in his attitude today. A god forsaken, small and unremarkable agri-world to the galaxy but the most gorgeous and extraordinary paradise to Scipio. He even believed that when he'd die, paradise would be worse than Oorn Tchis.

Today he was dispatched on more civilian work, not his thing usually, but when a letter from the saaraishash gives instructions - you better follow them.

After spending some time with his family, enjoying his own paradise on his porch watching the endless fields with the snow capped mountains in the distance, Lieutenant Scipio Alta had to venture around the planet in the company of a very young girl whose height was quite unnatural.

A literal teenager but a Sith nonetheless.

Their arrival just before noon at the Klaynes' homestead caught Jarru Senior and Jarru Jr enjoying a break from the morning's rough start on the fields. A couple of droids still roamed around them doing odd jobs for the land but their state hinted at their lack of maintenance.

Now, Scipio knew the Klaynes to an extent. They were roughly neighbors with only 200 miles separating them.

Hard working bunch. Kept heads low, most of the time. Humble, modest but stubborn nonetheless. Hell, everyone from Oorn Tchis was exceptionally stubborn. Yet, if anything, Jarru Senior always seemed a bit different. A distant man who Scipio remembered of being a very reasonable person. Junior, on the other hand, burned with the flames of youth. He should've been around the age of what? 25-26? Something like that.

The two men stood up as commanded by Jarru Sr. and approached Alm and Alta.

Upon recognizing Scipio, a slight smile appeared on both's faces.

"The Alta boy, ain't that a sight." Senior shook his hand strongly and gave him a pat on the back. Junior followed suite. "Lieutenant in the Legion's last I hear, 's that right, son?"

"That's right, Sir. Been some time since I' been 'round 'rn Tchis." Scipio shook Junior's hand noticing the younger Klayne's investigative look at the towering teenager.

"S'ppose you on Sith-Imperial b'iness, ey?" Senior rhetorically asked, turning his eyes to Alm. Alta gave him a nod. "A'ight. Boy, tell ya ma' and sista' to git the outside table ready for some guests."

Junior gave his father a curt nod before moving back towards the house looking for his mother.

Scipio turned to face Alm, as the senior Klayne had started moving towards the outdoor table fully expecting to be followed. The lieutenant gave her a slight shrug before clarifying. "Can't say no."

And she really couldn't cause if you wanted to learn something about a man from Oorn Tchis, sitting on a table with him would be your best bet.

On the back side of the house, a neat wooden table lied on a slight incline of the ground. It gave a vantage point from which the land before them seemed longer than usual. Junior brought some wooden chairs on which the Sith and Alta would sit along with the two men of the Klayne family. Clear bottle with clear as water liquid was set on the table, beside it a few sorts of cold cuts and a large bowl of salad.

Four forks were stabbed into the salad by Junior while Senior was going over the four glasses sipping in the liquid. Strong, natural, homemade moonshine.

"Cheers." Jarru Sr. raised his glass and took a brief sip from his drink, followed by a taste from the salad before he turned to Alm. "Lady Alm, right? Alta told me your name. Name's Jarru Senior and this 'ight here 's Jarru Jay Ar."

"S'ppose ya've got some questions 'bout life on 'rn Tchis. Ask away."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE 2A: The Death of a Baron.

Maena
One week prior.

"[member="Kilrys Serccci"]. Anzati. Initiate: Untrained. Recommended by the-" a pause her eyes flicking to the side as her hairless brow raised "The late Red."

The Rattataki put down her datapad and looked at the Nezumi acolyte sitting on her desk, facing her. The acolyte did not look pleased. For all her stealth and subterfuge, the little one was terribly easy to read, much unlike her master.

"Are you sure? I can do this, master. I can do it easy. I don't need nobody."

"I know." "Then-" "That is why I will take the mission myself and ensure that Mr." She checked the pad again "Serccci either completes it or dies trying." "W-" "You have another mission, Akito. Rendezvous with Filiae immediately. She needs your aid on Ciutric."

Darth Ophidia picked up her cup and sipped the warm liquid within. Akito knew the word was final. Filiae was no fun and her master was clearly holding her back. Perhaps one day there would be something more than tea in that cup. The Rattataki suddenly gave the Nezumi a quizzical look, and the Nezumi quickly abandoned all thought of poison before scurrying out.

* * * * *​

Oorn Tchis
Present time.

The Pale Assassin waited in the back room of a seedy Oorn Tchis bar. Elbows rested on the table, fingers intertwined in front of her nose and eyes fixed on the door with an unblinking stare. Every now and then, a glint of yellow turned over between her thumbs as they passed the gold disk from one palm to the other. Kilrys had been given instructions on where to go -anonymously delivered but marked in a way he ought to recognise- and she expected him any minute now.

Darth Ophidia was to evaluate him, as she had evaluated many before him. Some had become excellent assassins, others never made it out the door. Punctuality was the first point of contention. An assassin that is late is no assassin at all, he must arrive exactly when he means to, and when it is most opportune.

She let out a breath through her nose, the gold coin blinking from one palm to another. In her mind, she was running through the plan and the contingencies she had put up, should Kilrys fail spectacularly.

The late Red had recommended him.

Perhaps he was worth something after all? He had recommended her, one upon a time. By the Force, that was a long time ago. In another empire, under another Dark Lord. She considered for a moment- Nah, he would probably fail and die like the rest, and she would have to mop it up, again.

Anything else would surprise her.

But maybe...​

 

[Onrai]

Objective 1

The aged Pluton entered the system at range from the ramshackle pirate base. It was nowhere near as decrepit as the pirates in question, but repairs were still necessary given the ship's age, the wear and tear inflicted upon it. The three Cyracuse drone carriers had been restocked with more Scrapmetal drones, and the assault on their base would begin in due time. This attack was less intended to be a destructive one and more a diversion, so the supplies and intel could be recovered. After all, the Pluton was more than capable of taking whatever it was the pirates were going to try and offer.

"Feel free to move in with the shuttles when you're ready. We'll draw their fire in the meantime."

Eightgun fighters were launched, as well as a squadron of Vornskr-class Interceptors - replacing some of the Angels damaged beyond economic repair during the engagement with the League of Voss. She was sure other Sith-standard ships would be replacing the vessel's aged complement in due time, given recent circumstances. Perhaps an overhaul would be necessary.

 

[Shalla Duskwalker]

Objective 2A - The Death of Baron

Her first major task.

Shalla was determined not to screw this up. This was as great a opportunity to prove herself to the Pale Assassin as any, and the young Atrisian was fully capable of her abilities. What was the task? A smuggling ring had thought to steal priceless Sith artifacts and smuggle them off world. It was their folly to think that such deeds like these would go unnoticed by the Empire and the Sith themselves would not exact vengeance in return. A join force led by the Legion and the Saaraishash on Dromund Kaas had led to a list of names that revealed the purchasers of such precious artifacts.

The biggest one there happened to be some Baron by the name of Nerringer. His base of operations happened to be on the planet of Oorn Tchis, and so the Empire had so arrived at the planet with a number of reasons, one of them being to liberate the artifacts and return them back safety to Sith hands, and the other well, to assassinate the Baron of course. The Empire couldn’t possibly let the bugger live after this outrage could they? That was so out of style.

During the journey to the location agreed upon to meet [member="Darth Ophidia"], the Atrisian began to devise little strategies as she began to imagine to various ways she could kill the man. Oh what fun that would be. It wasn’t long before she reached the coordinates, the location of a cantina. Entering the bar, the acolyte began searching for the Sith to begin the task with bated breath.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Objective: 2A - Death of a Baron

Kilrys was ready for his first assassin contract. He had received a letter informing him of the location he would meet the other Sith Assassin. It was going to be interesting, while he was several centuries old, he still needed training in the Force and ways of these Sith. His ancestors looked down at these beings, they were ants of a larger cog, empires often died several times over in an Anzati's lifetime. He was sure that it was no different for him, but this Force was powerful and it would help him hunt his prey. Thankfully, he hunted for "soup" the day before the mission, it would mean he could be more focused on the task at hand, not hunting people to feed his endless hunger.

A cantina, clever choice, crowded and loud. It would cover the noises of whispered discussion and they could conduct business with no one the wiser. Kilrys was wearing black, thick leather armour. Wrapped around his body tightly offering not much protection but warmth and it made it easier to blend in, rather than wearing obvious robes. A feature the Jedi seem to stick with. His helmet was a decorative piece, made mostly with coloured glasteel. His eyes scanned over the area, searching for the others he would meet. He moved through the crowds. His stealth was built from years of hunting sentient beings, a vibrosword was sheathed on his back, a dagger across his back.

Kilrys wondered what this day might bring.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Shalla Duskwalker"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE 2A: The Death of a Baron.

An addendum to her original plans, but all for the better.

The Pale Assassin seized the switching back and forth of the coin and looked down at the table for a moment, at the file of one 'Duskwalker'. She had climbed out of obscurity and so far come to impress her. They had yet to see if she too could be worthy of a place among the Sith Assassins. Her eyes turned back to the door.

As the two entered the cantina, they would feel a pulse in the Force, leaving a trail in the air of what felt like cold, cold air. It was much too cold to be natural, and stayed in place no matter how the air moved or shifted. The trail led to -and the pulse originated from- a closed door over on the other side of the bar. The panel indicated that it was unlocked, and the bartender did not react should they stray near it. If anything, the droid at the bar did everything it could not not look at the door, and the entire populace of the bar seemed to avoid it too.

Next to the panel there was a mark scratched in and since slightly faded with time. They would both have seen it before, and if they did not remember it well, it would likely spark a thought of 'here' - Or so it was intended.

Beyond the door sat Darth Ophidia, waiting for the two of them, fingers steepled, and gold coin firmly palmed. Between them and her was a desk, seemingly wrought of steel. There were no chairs on their side, as this was not a discussion. Ophidia herself was clad in robes of blacks and greys, resembling coal and ash against her pale grey skin.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"] [member="Shalla Duskwalker"]

 

[Rosalina]

Objective 4: BYOO (Gathering information from the locals)
Post #1
Allies: [member="Scipio Alta"] and maybe @Vahliath Imperious

Alm watched the exchange between Scipio and the Jarru men with wide dark eyes. Her gaze was not passive, but it wasn’t exactly threatening either. Some people found her height and permanent stern face intimidating…and sometimes the gangly limbs and soft youthful features threw that off and just made her look out of place. Maybe the hammer strapped to her back would make her look a little scarier? Alm wasn’t one to employ force unless necessary and even then she didn’t think she’d need to threaten anyone to understand the weather cycles of the planet.

Scipio seemed to have the right approach to break the tension. Alm had never met him before but picked up on the fact that he was a ranked officer within the Sith’s military. More to the point, he was a native of Oorn Tchis and served as a familiar foot in the door for this mission.

The teenager simply blinked at Scipio when he addressed her.

As the group made their way back towards the Jarru home, Alm remained silent and simply observed. Her own people—tribe specific—were not farmers. They were nomads. Though she did not till soil and plant crops, Alm understood what it meant to live off of the land. Her people hunted and gathered from the mountain forests of Manas, spun wool from wild beasts and ate late meals around the fire pit beneath a star studded sky.

“Your home nice.” She commented in her thickly accented, somewhat broken Basic. “You have much land. Is difficult work, yes.” Her tone was complementary, perhaps even supportive. Alm saw no reason to be forceful unless she sensed deceit.

She may have been quiet, but Alm had been watching them since the beginning. Their body language, the way they spoke with one another. The Nasvalo, though young and naive, was a hunter by both nature and nurture.

“How long, growing season is?” She would start simple, followed by a forkful of salad.

Fresh.

 

[Ao Xian]

Objective 1
[member="Kazmai"]

Why were star ships always so cold? They left her sluggish and grumpy and she did little to hide the later. It was likely why he was even more worshipful than usual. Her scales, usually lustrous and gleaming were dull, and she moved slowly, more like mud than water.

She hated it.

"Good," she said, her tone harsh rather than crisp.

The ship shuddered, getting into position.

The Xykan unfurled slowly, almost painfully so, as if the limits of bones and muscles could be overlooked for one such as her.

She would take out her annoyance on the entire endeavor on those within, she decided. After all, without them running their primate pirate selves around, she wouldn't have to be here. On this hard, cold, metal ship, languishing away in the middle of nowhere. Oorn Tchis? Who had ever heard of Oorn Tchis? Ao'Xian hadn't, which meant it was probably entirely worthless. Her tail flicked in irritation, impacting the metal hull and she winced.

"You will lead the charge," she said, voice slightly pained. "They will fall to your hammer, and the claws and fangs of those with us. Our instructions are clear. There is no need for survivors."

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 1
[member="Ao Xian"]

He knew all of this already.

But the Goddess would not say something, if it wasn't important. Perhaps there was hidden meaning there and wisdom that could guide him further down the road. He would meditate on it after all of this was over and done. "I will bring victory in your name, Brightness." Another inclination of the head followed. "Once all this is done I will prepare the engine room for you. It is far more warm there, once it's safe."

Could a Goddess be killed?

Perhaps not, but her aspect on the mortal plane surely could and Kazmai was not going to allow that to happen. Not when he had found true guidance after all these years.

With a third nod Kaz left the Goddess for now.

Fetching his hammer, drinking some more water, preparing himself for the fight ahead. Two minutes later the ship shuddered as it breached the flak field of the asteroid bases and rammed itself into the closing hangar bay.

They just got through.

Already the corvette was pelted by blaster fire from the defenders. The hull held... for now. The simian found his way to the cargo bay where everyone else was waiting. He settled himself at the frontline, hammer on his shoulder, just as the Goddess had requested. Eyes began to burn amber as the Darkside was embraced.

Soon.

The bay doors screeched open, the ramp fell down, Kazmai roared and charged.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Objective 2A: Kill the Baron

Kilrys felt the cold presence, his predator eyes scanned the room carefully, noting the number of people avoiding looking at a certain section. Moving through the crowds of people with ease, shifting through them with great cared steps. Reaching behind the bar, Kilrys looked around once more, ensuring that no one is watching as he pushed the door open. Kilrys stared down at the Sith, her presence was cold but it did not bother him, he did not feel the cold like others. His helmet masking his face, he smirked to himself, he thought it was clever to have him stand while she sat.

"I was contacted. Who do you want killed? Any way in particular they should die?" Kilrys talked, his voice was cool, murder did not faze him. He leaned against the wall, waiting for the answer. The woman seemed curious but it didn't matter too much to Kilrys, he was contracted to kill someone, not make friends. He could also sense the strong connection to the Force, it would take Kilrys to be very desperate for soup for him to even attempt to drain this woman of soup.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Shalla Duskwalker"]

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Behind [member="Nyra Mazul"] stood, apparently, one tiny figure.

Hirou looked to their left. Hirou looked to their right. Hirou looked up, then down, then up again. Slowly, Hirou shuffled their feet, tail finding its way into small paws that fiddled absently. Pink ears flicked back and forth before rotating back again. Whiskers drooped.

The nezumi was feeling very self conscious about being the only one not raising their hand. The fact that it was just them and Nyra was irrelevant.

Ever since Mirial, when Hirou had displayed such full and excellent bravery in the face of challenges that would- and had- made much larger beings turn tail and flee, things had been.... well.... oddly anti-climatic. Hirou had been given the honorary rank of Sith Knight, with all of the courtesies that went with it, and yet....

Hirou didn't feel very knightly.

Maybe, they had reasoned, if they did something again besides running messages back and forth within the Inquisition, maybe then they would feel like a proper Sith.

The fact that the nezumi wasn't even a little Force sensitive was irrelevant as well.

"Should I go?" The creature finally squeaked, looking apologetic. "Or is it okay if I have never taken part in a 'heist'?"

Hirou hoped it was okay.

 

[Ao Xian]

Objective 1

Ao did not hurry herself off of the ship. Theirs was not the only one coming into contact with the asteroid, and for the moment she stayed right where she was- she could feel the vibrations as each Armada vessel made point of contact with the pirate base. Felt the shudder as one by one they forced breeches. Her scales rippled with the sensation of it, sapphire eyes closing and letting it shift all the way through her from the ends of her whiskers to the very tip of her tail. It wasn't unpleasant, per se. But it was novel, and something about the novel always offered a combination of uncomfortable and interesting that was just on the edge of enjoyable for the Xykan.

When she emerged from the frigate a few minutes later, Kazmai and his soldiers had cleared out the hangar bay. She paused at the edge, snout dropping to nuzzle at the corner of a blood soaked rag that had once been a human. Already growing cold to her sensitive touch. Her nose wrinkled.

Stretching, the hangar was even colder than the ship had been and Ao shivered. It offered nothing, physically, shivering did nothing to change the external and therefore, the internal, temperature.

"How many here?" She addressed the question to @Kazmai. "How many were waiting in the hangar to defend?"

It would give them an idea of the numbers. Ao might have counted herself, but she was in truth unsure where some of the bodies started and others ended after they had done their duty.

 

[Shalla Duskwalker]

OBJECTIVE 2A: DEATH OF A BARON

Shalla knew she’d come to the right place.

If the checking of the coordinates given was not definite enough, the sensation she’d just felt throughout the force was the one that would seal the deal. That pulse in the force, that icy cold trail of air that seemed to perpetually fill the air of the cantina with a cool dread. The black and grey robe she wore felt paper thin as the cold penetrated the fabric with ease. Yeah, she was definitely in the right place.

Following the trail eventually found her outside a closed door on the other side of the bar. The pulsing sensation seemed to grow ever stronger, radiating fiercely in a chilling way as the young acolyte placed her hand onto the panel before noticing a mark old scratched in long faded with time. There was a strong sense of deja vu right there, as thought she had seen the old mark before, but her memories seemed to fail her for there was no reason she could seem to recall such an occasion. Opening the door, Shalla headed into the room.

It was there that the young Atrisian met the Pale Assassin seated behind a steel desk. In front of the Sith Lord, there was another mysterious figure dressed in black, his obscure visage hidden away behind a similarly coloured helmet. The young acolyte simply said.

“My lord, I am ready for service.”

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 1
[member="Ao Xian"]

Kazmai was pacing when Ao found him.

Paw gripping hard around his hammer and waiting for the next stage of their assault. The last few remaining humans had managed to escape, closing the bulkdoor behind them and sealing it- one of his, a verpine, was currently rewiring it to give them entry. When Kaz had suggested to simply blow it, the insectoid had looked at him as if he was a mad creature. Waiting to be muzzled. The simian had backed off and let the strange alien do its job as best as it could.

Hive-sentients were strange.

"Radiance." A nod now, but he kept on pacing. He needed to. This walk kept him alive, kept the heat in his blood from dying down... kept him from taking the hammer and starting to demolish things all around him as his vision grew red again. "How many?"

It was both a question to himself as to one of the Cathar sitting on a crate and sharpening their blade.

Long maned, lips obsidian, red paint mixed with blood across gold skin. Warrior. He looked up, eyes like a forest green, while thinking deeply about that question. "29? 31. You brought them down quicker than I could count them, Brother." Kaz accepted the praise with an inclination, before retorting in kind. "We brought them down, brother. Every day we show our strength." This wasn't to be just his victory. It would be a victory for all of them, all across the Empire, all across the Galaxy. A rallying call that any alien with the heart and the soul could come here and make their name in truth. That they need not suffer the boot of the human, when they could rise up and stand with their brothers and sisters.

Cursing, electric static, Kaz looked over his shoulder and the Verpine was rubbing its... mandibles against one another. Weird creature. But the beady eyes looked over to Kaz and nodded once.

"Do you wish to oversee the battle from the frontlines, Radiant One?"

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 2B
[member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

A man with shades entered the room and flopped down in a chair.

It was only after the flopping occurred that he realized it wasn't as busy and full as he had anticipated. In fact, except for him, there was only a female and a... mouse. "I. This is the heist briefing, yes?" He briefly wondered if he had somehow gotten a different room. Maybe Dal took a wrong turn somewhere? But no, this had to be the place. In truth this was presumably a good thing anyway. The smaller the crew, the less risks it had during the mission.

"Hope I didn't miss much- was finishing a smoke and forgot the time for a second."

Didn't seem like he had though.

Humans were usually more frustrated and angry when they were interrupted in something important. Made him think that he had only just caught the beginning of the meet. She smelled strange though, not at all like a human.

Bland.

Like dirt without any texture. Head tilted a fraction. Curious.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective 4: BYOO [Help [member="Alm"]'s research]

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Scipio's eyes met Jarru Sr's when the unnaturally tall Sith began speaking in quite broken Basic. Their own accent was heavy as it is but their native language was still considered Galactic Basic. Her 'accent' implied she'd learned Basic much later in her life.

Not that it mattered to Jarru Sr. It was Junior's rather anti-offworld attitude Scipio had been monitoring.

That was a classic on Oorn Tchiss. Those who were quite antagonistic towards foreigners and any sort of off-world tradition and those that looked forward to accept it. In reality, most natives, including Scipio, belonged to the middle ground of that dispute. They did not necessarily hate anything foreign but they sure as hell liked to preserve their own.

Senior? Senior never was a man of prejudices. At least, Scipio never remembered him as such.

"Why thank ya, youn' ladeh." The elder Jarru's replied with a smile. "Nothin' good comes easy used my old man to say."

"Seven mon's, this side of the planet. Sometimes eight, a few times was six but tha's when I was a young boy. Never had a six month growin' season ever since Junior done born." Jarru Sr explained with joy in his tone. "You seem to know 'bout farmin', living life off the land, youn' ladeh. You come from a place like 'rn Tchis?"

Before she could reply, Junior's cold interjection was flung at the Sith Acolyte.

"Why you really here, ladeh?" The aggressiveness obvious in his tone.