We Come For Booty (Dominion Dom of Chiloon Rift and Irn)

[Garza]

Objective: Aid the child in reclaiming what was once lost.
Music Selection: Claim Your weapons

The worship spoke of reclaiming what was once lost. She spoke as though her mind were controlled by the gods themselves. It is here that I nodded my head. I owed it to the Host Lord to do all I could in aiding this child to reclaim the Primeval. I would stand beside her and aid in the reclamation of all that the Primeval held dear.

Looking to my apprentice, she nodded her head. Taking well that what I was about to do. As she finished speaking, I took one step forward. Unafraid of my past sins. I offered myself up to her. Bowing my head deeply as she was the one who would be leading us. My apprentice followed suit.

"I stood beside our Host Lord before I had pressing matters with my family. I return to aid you in your remergence upon the galaxy. Will you allow us to aid you in the search for the Foundry, o' messiah."

My faith was once questioned long ago. It was once a place where I had been faced against a Gen'Dai in the frozen worlds we conquered. Now, everything has changed. Now, I came to rectify this mistake.

[member="Boethiah"], [member="The Slave"], [member="Cady"], [member="Antherion"],

 

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Some time later...

The Acerbitas and her patron fleet lingered above Irn for the purpose of refueling. Once this process had reached its end, the great capital ship would return to her place at the forefront of the crusade. She had lingered over this world for far too long, and with the clans united and the garrison established, we no longer needed. Her escort of the twin vindicators and a single Ewar Corvette rumbled about in distant proximity to the behemoth, their express purpose being the countering of vessels relying upon stealth and the like.

Hordes of fighters from the Acerbitas' hangers flew to and from the world below, making out general patrols as they guided supply vessels to the world below. The majority of the pirate infestation had been utterly cleaned thanks to the efforts of [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] and [member="Judas Foster"]'s vong fleet, but elements of their troubles remained within the Chiloon Rift. It was there that Judas had been tasked with bringing the inhabitants into compliance.

Judas had become the weapon Cedric chose to employ when dealing with an enemy that could not be negotiated with. When the fallen Sith had finished his business, there was rarely anyone left to off the Archlord any form of dissent.

The youth's mind stretched outward to his odd companion from across the void. His mind touched those of many throughout the system, though it lingered upon those that it recognized. Raised from birth for the purpose of leading with his battle meditation, the Archlord had grown quite skilled at picking up the individual thoughts and feelings of his allies. At the moment, he simply monitored the changing of supplies from afar; his presence like a ghost within the ethereal realm.

He did not dare offer them any kind of influence. To make his people dependent upon his capabilities with foolhardy, a mistake many a leader had made in the past.

Cedric would not be so unwise.

Huffing, the youth opened his eyes. He sat in the center of the meditation chamber that once housed [member="Darth Arcis"], though it had since fallen to the Archlord's purview. It was from here that he commanded his element of the crusading fleet.

"That isn't right," the words fell from his lips without thought.

Something forlorn lingered upon the edge of his mind. The presence of the Arch-Enemy flickered across his mental faculties, and with it came a familiarity that made the youth scowl.

Treachery from within. A betrayal the likes of which had been committed on Coruscant and Atrisia after. Death on an until scale, the burning of worlds.

"Halt the fleet," his words came as a whisper.

"Is something the matter?" A feminine voice inquired from all around him.

"Yes, but I'm not sure what yet," Cedric answered the AI. "Keep us in system for now, and have our cargo ships wrap up their movements. We'll stay until I say otherwise, and Cyrene?"

"My lord?"

"Whats our status on the Javelin cannons?"

"Two have been set over key points across Irn, as requested."

"Thank you Cyrene."

 

[Dune Rhur]

Something was amiss. Into this the Bith Jedi Master was summoned to the Acerbitas. [member="Cedric Grayson"] needed his help and he arrived. He too had felt some disturbance.

He joined the Arch-Lord outside his meditation chambers on the battle bridge. Intense focus exuded from within. He heard the youth's voice speak to the AI. Defenses were apparently being set up.

Dune said nothing for now and waited for Cedric to acknowledge him. He wasn't himself skilled in the art of battle meditation but he recognized the chambers. Already the Arch-Lord readied himself from within it's confines.

He exchanged glances with the bridge crew and gave a confident smile. They waited like a coiled spring. No one yet knew of what would happen. But something was amiss.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HRumpGsiDA​

Post: [01/20]

Somewhere in the Chiloon Rift...

It was a shame that the Dominion had to scrape at the bottom of the barrel. Why couldn't this seemingly great and powerful sovereignty find foes worth fighting? These were mere pirates, men who were down on their luck and needed cash. They were not battle hardened, afraid of what was to come when they finally found someone they couldn't mess with or push around.

Judas was that someone.

As instructed, both of his carrier analogs had arrived on the scene with due haste. Aptly named Phobos and Zaelor, the two Yuuzhan Vong warships surged out of hyperspace and began to dispense hundreds of Coralskippers. Volcanic cannons fired immediately, Chazrach slaves were stuffed into Yorik-trema and boarding teams were assembled with a quickness the likes of which disciplined armies had only witnessed.

Warriors geared up. War beasts snarled in their holding pens, all of them being talked to and instructed by the pair of onboard Yammosks that coordinated the entire situation in a god-like manner. Biological supercomputers, Alegar had made the comparison with a great deal of distaste.

"Kill them all," Judas shouted across the bridge. "No survivors."

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[TB-705]

Unmarked Shuttle


"Who put out the fires when Zambranos burned your home?" rumbled a golden, maw-scarred Cathar.

"None," chanted the lean, hungry faces of the Togorian crew, brimming with restless energy and bristling with weapons.

"Who broke your chains when they enslaved you?"

"None."

"Who answered when you cried out for mercy?"

"None."

"And so to whom will you show mercy?"

"None."

Pain shone bright in their eyes and silver on their skin. Marks of the lash not yet faded.

Suffer as we have suffered. I shall make it their refrain.

"Pilot," Thengil growled, "get us underway."

 

[Alyson Halle]

Schedules had been offput by the sudden delay of the Acerbitas' departure. The small crusading fleet had been put on hold on the whim of the archlord himself, Alyson herself was not one to question him, but it was rather strange for him to just stop without any warning. They now sat in orbit, hanging in space, doing little to nothing, waiting for something if anything to happen. This was a strange occurrence, and crew all around the Acerbitas were scuttling around like bees in a bee hive, peparing for something that they didnt know what. They seemed on edge, like they knew something deep inside themselves, but they did not know what on the surface.

Alyson quickly left her chambers on the Acerbitas, she had proven herself rather useful in previous missions, and she was given a semi-permanent quarters on the Acerbitas to help her stick with the crusades, she pulled aside one of the officers, they must know something she didnt.

"What is happening Lieutenant?" She asked

"We dont know, the Archlord just asked us to be on alert, we have no clue." He said back, obviously rather nervous, he had no clue what was happening.

Alyson pulled up to a terminal and put out a systems call for the First Meridian Guard, they would probably be needed, she put them on alert, they were not active but they were expected to be ready at any time. This was a confusing situation, and she still didn't have enough information. She would make her way to the war room in a hopes to get some information on what was happening. She began to make her way there immidietly.

 

[Audren Sykes]

The Chiloon Rift was well-known for the asteroids it contained. Rich veins of metal were found here, proving to be quite profitable for prospectors. And preying on those prospectors made pirates rich. Yet by grouping together, the potential miner's wouldn't be able to find anything new and worth tapping. The pirates were well aware of that fact and had learned to bide their time. It was a perilous cycle.

TransGalMeg Industries was interested in the Rift. Even if they had to contract out to various prospectors, the resources that the Rift could provide would allow a kick-start on the widespread production of ships and potentially even allow them to sell the excess. While it was some distance from their existing facilities in the Core, it was not far from Silver Jedi space, where the owner was based out of. Not a bad place to expand to, all things considered. Of course, at their current stage, TransGalMeg didn't exactly have a war fleet to rely on. Not a single warship in fact. So it was that they had requested the assistance of the owner and his other company, Ceredir Industries. Ceredir actually had two warships, though only one was active.

That was how the Tarlanc found itself in the midst of the nebula with all sensors active and weapons hot. They weren't looking for a fight, they were looking for a stable place to operate from, but that meant being prepared for a fight. One of the prospectors, suitably compensated, was guiding them to a few unclaimed coordinates she knew of and some other areas with potential as well. Not only was she interested in the easy gig of being a guide, she wanted to get a jump start on relationships with the next company that prepared to plant roots here. Other than Audren though, the Custodian-class frigate carried no decision-makers from TGM, and the RiftMesh severely hampered the ability to discuss business matters. So they were recording and a decision would be made later.

For his part, Audren could be found in one of the forward observation rooms. He was of no use on the bridge at this point, and though Dankar avoided pointing it out only took up space that could be used more effectively. Besides which, the bridge was too busy for what he needed right now. There was something wrong in the Rift. It was something he'd sensed before, but not in a long while. The Force helped him concentrate, go through his memories intentionally instead of at random. Not since...Rhen Var. The Silver Watch. The Primeval was present in the Rift.

"Captain, scramble our IFF and randomize our transponder. There are hostiles nearby."

Dankar's voice came back through the intercom immediately, as calm as ever.

"We might be identified as a pirate like that, sir. Are you sure?"

"Better than dragging the company or a faction into intergalactic war if we're engaged. Do it. And warn our guide."

The Tarlanc wouldn't run for the fight, that typically wasn't the Jedi way. But neither would the crew run from a fair fight if one presented itself, and the opportunity to thwart Primeval plans would be icing on a cake.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM. Deep in the bowls of the Scorekeeper 200 Trandoshans struck away on hide drums. 1000 "indentured servants" pushed turbines to the beat which in turn powered the back up generators. Trandoshan beaters wandered the aisles whipping anyone who thought to take a moments respite.​

"FASTER YOU FOOLS!" Roared a Trandoshan Chieftain "FORGET YOURSELF, FOR THIS SHIP IS YOUR BODY NOW AND THOSE DRUMS ARE YOUR HEART! PUSH OR WE ALL DIE!"​

The servants shoved with all their might, then when they thought their was no more to give a beater showed them otherwise. Still it was not fast enough. A servant was taken and shown the error of his ways by a cruel blade. The servants thrust harder.​

On the tip of the vessel was tied one man. He owed the warlord a great deal of money and now was to pay it back with his life. He sat their motionless in his space suit floating through the great void where no one could hear him scream.​

Aboard the bridge of the Scorekeeper Causstik stood with arms crossed. Skulls adorned his shoulders, lightsabers lined his waist, and ears hung from his neck. The bridge was a mess of trophies much like the lizard. Hides lay on the floors, Mandalorian helmets adorned the walls, and scalps hung from the ceiling.​

"Why have we stopped?" Causstik growled.​

His second in command Crossk raced forward to address the War Chief "We have received word from Acerbitas to hold position,"​

Causstik merely nodded in turn. He wondered what the Dominion could be up too... ​

[member="Cedric Grayson"]​

[member="Alyson Halle"]​

[member="Judas Foster"]​

[member="Dune Rhur"]​

 

[Riamah]

Cedric had requested Ra stay on the ground to assist with setting up a camp for them. To make ready for the future causalities in the battle about to happen. She was given permission to use as many men left on the planet to help her prepare the camp.

Figuring most knew what they needed to do, Ra commandeered a few to help her with getting tents set up and supplies arranged.

For the moment it is quiet on the ground and for her small corner of the camp, everything is set up and ready to assist where she can.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

As much of the room cleared to begin their descent to Irn, The Slave stayed.

Not because Irn didn’t interest him, by no means. He loved the idea of soliciting people into an extremist view of the galaxy, expanding the hegemony and control of a group of heretics, and further expanding the masses of dogmatically ingrained killers they already had. No, while that was something he’d jump at the chance to partake in on any other day, it wasn’t why he was here.

It was her.

He’d stay where his interest lay, and today it’d be with this anti-pope. A seemingly innocent figurehead of an otherwise raunchy excuse for crusaders. Wherever she went for the time, he’d go, and whatever she told him to do, he’d do. If she wished the enemy to choke on their sanctimony, then it’d be him at the frontline jamming it down their throat.

He pictured that in his mind, offering a small smile before glancing back up to her, taking in her position and attitude. Just what made her who she was...

│ [member="Antherion"] │ [member="Boethiah"] │ [member="Nick Imura"] │ [member="Cady"] │

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67oBykAKUuk​

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Acerbitas, Bridge.

Abraxas stood and watched outside the viewport, staring into the void of space speckled with an assortment of fighters and ships all aligned for the purpose of the Dominion's defense. But something troubled the Sith, something deep and profound that gnawed at his insides like a beast would be feasting upon the innards of downed prey. Was this anxiety? Was it that he was afraid of something? No. He couldn't be afraid, he didn't have the leisure.

Still, even standing strong with gauntlets hand-in-hand behind the small of his back, the ember eyes that looked out from behind a visor darted and shifted as thoughts took their course and shifted and churned just as galaxies did. The slow and painful process of working through uncertainties that never once irked the butcher. Why was this happening?

Perhaps it was the exposure and aiding of the Jedi that brought about this strange learned empathy - rather, sympathy that touched upon his typically darkened conscience. Morals did not hold much merit in the heart of the God-King's once favored executioner, until now did they pierce through the crusted sludge of all the ichor from past atrocities that shielded him from the Light's embrace.

But he was Sith evermore, and everlasting.

Abraxas dismissed these feelings, understanding something was amiss through the Force. He mulled it over, furrowing his brow slightly before continuing his descent into whatever existential conflict that afflicted his very being.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Darth Arcis"]

 

[Drox Fuga]

Objective: Reinforce the Dominion
Allies: Dominion Operatives
Enemies: Unknown

Complement:

Spoiler

Centenarian Battlecruiser
Spearhead Cruiser
3x Xeta Transport

The Lord Protectorate entered the system with a relief force to place an occupation force on the newly joined planets. This was normal procedure when the Dominion is "invited" into another system. The Lord Protectorate had looked out onto the unknown fleet that was currently overlooking the planet that he was to reinforce. Though he was unable to tell if the force was hostile or not, but instead of firing on an unknown like he normally would, the Archlord was somewhere in the system so he sent a secure message to [member="Cedric Grayson"], "Lord, this is the advance team of the 1st Dominion Sector Army, we have encountered a fleet in the sector that doesn't bold Dominion Symbols, what is your current position M'Lord."

He then decided to set the fleet into a defensive position as to not provoke attack, but prepare the fleet in case they were attacked.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{11}
Objective: Figure out what is going on
Allies: [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]


Zaz watched from the security feed as his men cleared the last of the pirate's from the outpost. They had been far from a challenge for Zaz and his men but never the less the mission was a success. Rather than dwell on the battle the Commander looked around the pirate's main conference room, unimpressed to say the least. The leadership had offered their surrender and were being taken into custody. Those in charge of the defense terminals had worked to shut down all of the droid systems, leaving them useless for the pirates use. With nothing left of the pirate threat he made his way over to the main terminal, pulling his buy'ce from his head as he did.

The Mandalorian began to tap into the console only to hear the muttering of a few soldier to his side. "What the hell is that?"

"I don't know...is it ours"

"Can't be, none of our ships would be in the area."

The exchange of words caused Zaz to turn from the terminal, making way to the monitor the soldiers were staring at. "What are you all talking about?" But Zaz did not need a response, his eyes took to the screen that showed shimmering ships on the other side of the rift. Though they could not be tracked he knew they were there. "Reinforcements?" He asked to himself before turning back to the comm terminal. "Get me a connection to Bartic!" He commanded, waiting until his comm device was through to [member="Bartic Myth'rand"].

 

[Darth Athora]

Cadyssia quickly joined the rest so that she may be briefed on what the reasoning behind the Primeval's presence in the Rift was to be. She did not fully understand what it was Boethiah was referring to but Cadyssia was not one to question authority. She simply followed orders but she did it in her own fashion. And by that, that means whatever keeps her alive, she does.

Cady binded her hair into a ponytail and made her way to the hangar bay. She did not know what to expect or was she fully prepared for it. But, she was not afraid. The Gods weren't ready to receive her into their embrace quite yet. That is how she knows that her death is not on the horizon. That is what keeps her on track each day. She could feel the Gods' presence surrounding her form. She was their child. She would not disappoint them.

[member="Boethiah"] | [member="Nick Imura"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Antherion"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zF89EcHSyw​

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With the pirates long defeated in space Bartic had been given some time to catch his breath and lick his wounds, by bringing more fighters up from deep storage and via the use of field repairs the fleet was up to full full fighting capabilities again, and note a moment too soon, Zaz Tal'verda, the mandalorian on board the station the pirates had occupied call sounding panicked, the sensors on board had picked something up that his own fleet had not yet noticed, all the scanners showed blank.

Minutes ticked by and the fleet had still not detected anything, the cloud was hiding them.

Another minute, then one ship showed on sensors, possibly more still hidden, it was significantly larger than anything the pirates could muster, by that logic it was possible that they might be resonable but due to the nature of the rift any reinforcements would take significantly more time to arrive, so Bartic made a general call, that way any ships he needed would arrive in a timely manner.

He then had an open channel readied. "Attention unknown vessel, you are trespassing on an active battlefield, stop where you are, power down your shields and weapons, state your intentions or you run the rist of being fired upon."

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Boethiah"] | [member="Cady"] (anyone in the Rift tell me if I missed you)

(FS)Resolute Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Bravery Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

Fearless Venator-class Star Destroyer
T-65B X-wing (192)
BTL-S3 Y-wing (192)
RZ-1 A-wing (36)

 

[Soeht]

A Desperate Witch

Aboard the spaceborne cathedral, Asila joined the group that would follow [member="Boethiah"] .

Asila's history was known. Another witch from Dathomir. Nightsister, specifically. Instead of a typical weapon for a witch, she wielded a lightsaber-esque device that would emit crimson plasma beams from both wrists. That device was in the form of a metal gauntlet with spiked fingertips.

Now, Asila was to aid the Primeval in reclaiming the Time Foundry. She would follow.

[member="Nick Imura"] | [member="Cady"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Antherion"]

 

[Boethiah]

The Cathedral continued to move beyond a cloud of nebulae and asteroids, but at some point there was less debris between the ship and another fleet's sensors. She was hailed...

"We are pilgrims passing through with no intentions of conflict." The vessel continued to move behind the vast obstacles, limiting sensory data and inhibiting targeting. However, this was hardly an intentional move. It simply proved to be the nature of the Rift. At all points in its history did this location prove to be difficult to conquer and rule. Nebulae, asteroid fields, planetoids, moons, and various other obstacles made it maneuvering difficult.

There were few places fleet-to-fleet engagements had even been possible, and difficulties presented themselves to pirates and miners trying to make their independent livings in the system. The Cathedral proved a large ship in its own right, but was far from the sizable destroyers brought forth by the Dominion fleets.

In the temple, Boethiah had made her mark and announced her intentions to those aboard. "If you are to depart this ship and head elsewhere, I suggest you do it now... Before we become targets." The woman says.

Thus far they've presented little to be noticed for, but soon enough they could be ignored no longer. Soon enough they would reveal themselves and their full intentions. Until then it proved best for the Primeval to make haste, to do what must be done until the moment called for action...

[member="Antherion"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Nick Imura"] | [member="Cady"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

The Acerbitas was a beautiful work of machinery. Darth Vesper meditated on this, but he couldn't help but reflect on how these people were all missing the whole point of these beautiful things. They weren't tools for order, or justice, or any sort of nonsense like that, because they should know better than to swallow such absurd lies. This was a tool to rain fire and destruction down from the sky. It was a symbol of power, and at its kindest all it would do is herald a shadow of fear over their foes, or simpering dependence over their subjects.

Not that they would ever admit it, and that was where Vesper realized he had got something simply wrong. This was not the answer to the knowledge he was looking for because these people would not be the ones to plumb the depths of the Netherworld. They feared it. They wanted to seal it up. This democratic tea party was not some means to an end, it was the end -- or worse, the means to an end as repulsive as sealing up one of the true and unique vergences in the Force that could be used to break the aeons-old cycle of light and dark!

No. This was not worth it. Not anymore. He would not fall into the trap he had with the Resurgents, he would remain himself. It was no longer worthwhile or viable to sacrifice his own ambitions to become a cog in a machine based on a deferred promise.

~​

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He wore simple, black regalia -- not his battle armor, for whatever use that even was for someone of his talents and disposition. The only visible cybernetics were on his throat, visible through and above his skin, giving his breathing an unnaturally steady cadence and a hollow, high-pitched sort of hiss, and distorting his voice. It followed, jaggedly, the general arc of his neck, and was largely dull and lusterless.

He made his way quickly to the storage sight he and a cadre of other adepts had set up for the Seed of Rage. Naturally, it was under guard.

"That needs to be moved -- I hope to examine it with a piece of special equipment, but the nature of it means that the Seed must be brought to it. Keep with it, we need it to remain secure."

A slight 'nudge' of their perception helped mask the fact from them that he was guiding them straight and directly towards the hangar bay.

| [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Boethiah"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Nick Imura"] | [member="Moravian Zambrano"] |

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Port Menicha​

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Chiloon Rift​

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[member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

For as long as the sentients of Wild Space could remember the Chiloon Rift was there.

Just at the edge of their peripheral vision and tugging at their attention.

It whispered to you with the bounty of a thousand worlds and hundreds of thousands of asteroids, large and small. There was mystery in that great space of natural debris. The cold void of outer space lingering around there... a mystery that attracted people from everywhere and anywhere. Pirates had infested portions of the region for centuries, smugglers even longer and not even the hold of the greatest corporations cold control more than a fraction of that great bounty.

Amidst it all rested Port Menicha.

Nobody knew its origins and neither did anyone truly want to find out. It was enough that the great hull sometimes seemed to shiver in anticipation as if it was alive, enough that when you wondered out in the corridors at night you sometimes heard whispers in the corners and shadows.

Enough that Menicha almost seemed alive.

Like the echo of a trapped ghost, just desperately trying to claw its way out.

But Tai Fa had little patience for rumors and dreams.

The Thirriken Sith Lord lived in the real world, the world of numbers and logistics and hard-earned credits. The immense undertaking of Humbarine was almost at its end, soon enough he would be able to cash in on his investment and quietly leave the thrum of industrial greatness behind him. Another success, another achievement under his belt and with it done... came the restless hunger for a new project, a new scheme, a new... investment. There were rumblings - there always were - that a new power was rising in the Wild Space, the Dominion... and quietly creeping behind it the whispers of a cult, long since forgotten.

But now humming back to life.

None of this mattered to Tai.

Nations came and went, corporations could be destroyed and even money could be lost. But personal achievements, reputation, power in its most abstract and integral form? That was always here to stay. This was why he had called upon Vitor Avendahl, his old apprentice and a man who was slowly building up his own base of power.

His business of guns was expanding and with it came an opportunity.

Menicha had long been under the thumb of six immensely powerful pirate lords.

Some were Blazing Chain, others were Dark Jedi, a couple were actual regular sentients with a simple panache for reckless destruction. But... mysteriously four had died in quick succession, murder, heart attacks and operations gone wrong, the situation was settled for them.

Now it was simply time to take advantage of the situation.

"We have no name in this place, Avendahl." Tai cautioned softly, as his eyes studied the outline of the enormous skull drifting lazily in asteroid dust.

"They know us not. If we are to... influence this place, we must make them see our power."

Not the power of lightning or anything other summoned from the Force.

No, the strength of determination and will of force. Show them that they were capable of doing very foolish things in the pursuit of conquest and power.

 

[NightSister]

OBJECTIVE: Cover the Rift in Primeval banners
ALLIES: Y'all creepy cultists (The Primeval)
ENEMIES: All these other people (The Dominion)
GEAR: Rifle, armor
MUSIC: Lane Boy

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"We'll be landing in five minutes."

Aria didn't look away from the control deck, made no attempt to confirm that [member="Vaylin"] had heard her. Their landing would be easy to realise if her announcement had gone unheard, and she had faith that the girl was perfectly attentive when it mattered - if it mattered to her, of course. She knew the Zabrak had no reason to care for the gods or what was done in their name, and neither did Aria in that sense. But she fought as one of them, and for now, so did Vaylin.

Despite her questionable motives, when Aria had heard the Primeval had need of its members in re-establishing their presence on the Chiloon Rift, not showing up to lend a hand hadn't so much as crossed her mind. Perhaps her servitude to the group was bordering heretical, but she was a loyal heretic - she might've even gone so far as to say useful. It worked out perfectly - she helped them, they helped her, and the question of her beliefs could remain entirely out of the picture.

Gods or no gods, she backed their mission, and she held hope that they could accomplish it.

True to her word, about five minutes later the engines quietened as they reached the ground with a thud. Her hands flew across the controls for an instant, clicking everything into place, and then she straightened. Everything was set.

The landing ramp lowered, and she strode down the metal incline, gesturing rapidly for Vaylin to follow. Aria regarded the scene before her with a gaze that pretended at less excitement than she felt, and carefully, almost casually, she dipped into the Force, senses reaching further, shaping what parts of the landscape sight couldn't.

"Right then." A hand went to the hilt at her belt, and now her eyes sought Vaylin. "We're trying to find Primeval facilities and reactivate them. If something tries to fight you," now she grinned, her first proper giveaway at how pleased she was to be back on the field, "fight it back."