We, The People | TAE Dominion of Dredd (AM-36)

[Thraxis]

Objective: B
Post: Seventh
Loadout: Cruciatus Blade | Saber Vambrace V2.0 | Tazi Executioner Armor Mk-I | RL-40 Stun Net Launcher | Thraxis Pistolas | Darth Bane Robes |
Allies: Purple Rejects x9 | Dan Tray | Salij-http://starwarsrp.net/user/16969-salij-nekt/Nekt
Before he ascended he gave a snap of the fingers to Dan, a short smile at his overwhelmed enthusiasm, "I like the enthusiasm. Talk to me when ya quelled ya hunger. Cause after this is all well and done. Well, we're not sitting on our asses and patting ourselves on the back, we're heading to the... I dunno Dread Zone something like that." He shrugged, turning to the overbearing Cat as he raced out with the preying instincts of what he was, a big cat. "Did ya c.... no. No too gungho that one. Needs to slow his role. He is too dawdling when there is nothing going on, and far too overbearingly quick when something is happening. Needs to get a nice middle ground." He sighed, looking at Dan as he gave a shrug, "Just do what ya do best. Tell him about every Nose you bring me I pay a Hundred Credit's." He said that should really flare them up, well. Dan at least, the concept of Cash might be lost on the oversized cat. Maybe Catmint was more his style.

Thraxis perched himself above the discourse and Chaos, finding a small barrel and crossing his legs, he looked over the discourse,t eh chaos, examining Salij and Dan with a watchful eye, every movement and twitch he watched with baited breath. He didn't know the inner workings of the catfolk well enough to determine if he was manipulating the strings of the force around him for his brutal swings, or if his race was simply one of those naturally gifted warrior races that seem to be all the rage, but at the very least he seemed proud of it all, that of course, was until he saw the force latch and pull forward some scrub, and proclaiming himself the executor. As for Dan, it was clear and cut that the force twisted and turned around him, the way the blaster bolts seemd to shift around him. It was a damn shame. Thraxis saw some potential, but the way he abused something so cowardly, something that ruined the whole panache of combat and the skill of breed veterans betrayed his care.

He gave a scoff as he took a few steps back, sitting down on some old crate, this placed seemed to be littered with them as he took himself a rest, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the starry sky, fingers turning over one another as he killed time, it was either until the gunfire stopped of Salij or Dan got injured to the point of a scream would Thraxis intervene proper and assist in the gunfight.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Salij-Nekt"]
Loadout: sk-ul-armor, wendigo-4d1
Dan caught a greanade out of the air and throw it into another group of people. Dodging and weaving around blaster bolts his own orange bolts hitting home. That was until one of the idiots try to attack him with a sword, tool. He attempted to stab at him but Dan avoid him bringing the butt of his rifle down on his head. Once he falls to the ground Dan gives him a sharp kick to the head, hearing it snap. Dan smiled even wider time to finish this up. He dropped the last of the gangsters in the alley way.

Once that was done he nodded to the Cat man. As he looked around the roofs seeing Thraxis he takes off his helmet smiling at the man. "Did you enjoy the Show boss man?" Then he looks at the corpses on the ground and back up again, "So to the dread zone then." Dan puts his helmet back on and reloads his wendigo. He is ready to move out once, more.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Dredd
LD1 "Election Commission" Warehouse
00:25:00 Mission Elapsed Time (MET)
Attn: [member="Formorta"]
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NkN_QpmnFM[/media]
This thing was big, angry, and wost of all, loud. She had to find a weak point on this thing fast or else they would probably be dead before they even had a chance to figure out what this thing was.

Lyra used her grapple launcher to grab onto the massive walker, drawing herself onto the thing. On her way over which only took a few seconds she scanned for any emissions coming off of the thing, especially EM emissions, this thing had to see somehow, and she hoped she could figure out how through that. One part in particular lit up like a christmas tree, the large shield looking thing on the left side of the walker.

"I figured out how this thing sees, it has a massive radar dish on its left side, the massive shield looking thing, i'm gonna try to shut down this thing from the inside out you work on making it blind." She said over comms before activating her mag boots to stick to the massive walker. It seemed to know she was there but it did not have much of a way of getting her off so it just made a loud screech before focusing on Formorta.

Lyra meanwhile got to work, runing her way over to the things head. Her dataknife had some features that allowed it to access these sort of systems rather easily, with a button press the thing rapidly heated up to massive levels by using a shorted AC inverted, allowing to cut through just about anything.

She stuck the knife into a random part of it until it found a point of entry, sadly unlike everything else in this building it was actually secure. It would take her awhile to access its inner processes, however she rather quickly found a description of the thing in a file on the things computer and what she found really worried her greatly.

"KARK! THIS THING HAS A NUKE!" She said before bringing up the schematics. "The railgun on this things right arm is designed to launch a nuclear weapon long distances, and as far as i can tell its loaded armed and ready to fire. We need to shut this thing down ASAP."

She picked up the pace of her hacking in an attempt to to stop the thing from launching but who knew how long it was until this thing decided it was gonna blow them and the entire city into ash and dust.

 

[Celeste Cavataio]

Team: Strike Team
Posts: 2
Allies: [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Asteria deWinter"]

"Do not patronize me, Lord Tacitus," the Witch replied, her voice even and calm, "I have no quarrel with the need to end their lives or otherwise contain these abominations, but merely with your choice of how to do so. Let us not pretend that you claim no joy in this sadistic manner of torture or make any attempts at calling it a mercy."

There was no anger in her voice. Darth Tacitus was what he was, and she had known about a sufficient amount of it long before she'd set foot on this planet. But Celeste Cavataio did not take lightly to masks of these kind. She also had a belly full to say on his idea of slavery and experimentations, but that would be a conversation for another time and another place.

Lead on. That was what she would do. In what manners would she be able to influence this man, this faction? There were no easy answers. And there were no false hopes; Celeste knew that she could not sway anyone here to give up on the artifact and return home. She could not convince the Ancient Eye to change its mandate, to come closer to the point of neutrality rather than evil.

But she was meant to be here. By all the stars, she knew so. And she would resign herself to helping where she could. Where massacres could be avoided, she would end them before they started. Where too much force would be applied for sadistic pleasure, she would make it tone done wherever possible.

Small mercies, from her to the Galaxy.

"Several miles if not more," she said, scanning the horizon, "speeders would do us little good. We walk."

Without waiting, she moved aside the fabric of her long skirt, freeing her legs, and began to walk. What this planet held for them, she did not wish to dwell on. There were ample of capable people here, both with the Force and without it, to keep them all safe.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Dan Tray"]
Post: 6
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

Salij-Nekt swung left and right, cutting down anyone in his way. He may not have realized, but he was way ahead of himself. Most of these opponents had guns, and Salij was not so great when it came to facing against guns and blasters. However the others helping in the fight, then that proved to be most helpful. With all that aid, the Anubian managed to make it through, though it's lust for combat had not been fully satiated. Then again, was he ever? He stood there, huffing. Salij had taken a couple hits, nothing that fazed the Anubian too much. Injuries rarely did, they only made him surge onwards.

"This combat was nicely done" the Anubian spoke, finally looking up to Thraxis. "Were you saying something towards me, human?"

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: B
Post: Eighth
Loadout: Cruciatus Blade | Saber Vambrace V2.0 | Tazi Executioner Armor Mk-I | RL-40 Stun Net Launcher | Thraxis Pistolas | Darth Bane Robes |
Allies: Purple Rejects x7 | Dan Tray | Salij-Nekt
He dawdled done the building, grabbing a length of pipe and holding onto as it descended down, his undercloak revealing his dark scarred armor as he turned around, one hand holding onto the side as if some practiced dance move, "I dunno Tray, liked the style, not the biggest fan of all the force-force magic flippy stuff you two were pulling off down there." He responded, a few feet from the ground he dropped off, legs bending as he made impact, looking between who was left. Salij and Dan were better for wear, but the Rejects? Not so much, wounds coursed through their drug hopped bodies and while they seemed eager to fight onward, it was clear they weren't going to be in that state in a couple minutes. "Reject's. Ya done here. Go back to the inn and get hopped up on who knows what ya brought." He rummaged a hand through his cloak, pulling out a small bag of credits and tossing it at them, "And grab me some booze on the way there, keep the change." He continued, flapping a hand to shoo them away, they were eagerly inclined and as they crossed a corner he waited a few seconds before breaking the plan to the rest.

He paused, looking over the duo in front of him as he brought a hand to the back of his skull, "So. While you two were doing the fancy fighting. I listened into what was going on. We got a problem." He explained a drop of worry in his voice as he knew what was to come, "Were going to need to split up. I want someone to check in on Tacitus and his crooneys, and from what I was hearing about Formanta and Prius team. Well. They got a big ass fighter. Which may be arming nukes." His words were flat, monotone and overall it was a pretty hard thing to swallow. He had faced down everything life had to come but fighting Nukes was not what he would call his most enthusiastic job. "I'm not going to force anyone to go fight that. But you two need to decide where you's wanna head. I'll make my decision when you two are done." He replied, glancing between the two, he wasn't overly enthused for fighting a Nuke, but at the same time being able to claim you fought a nuke was not a title just anyone in the Galaxy had.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Salij-Nekt"]
Loadout: sk-ul-armor, wendigo-4d1
He was glad when Thraxis liked his style but the mention he was using the force pissed him off. He dropped his wendigo 4d1 and punched the wall in a fit of rage. He looked at the bodies every where. One of them started moving, so walked up and pulled the man up before punching the life out of him. Finally dying he dropped the man to the ground as kick until the man's head came free. He was swearing the whole time. Then he returened to Thraxis "I swear if you ever see me use the force again slap me or punch me or something. Cause I hate the force and users of it. If I get the chance I generally kill them when I can."

Then he listened to Thraxis again. Nukes. That could be interesting. "Right well then Boss man I want to kill the thing with the nukes, cause I am going to take some of those for later if I can." He picked up his wendigo 4d1 again. He checks it's condition as he sees the blood glistening off his hands. He still felt angry that he had used the force and would being looking for a way to get rid of the curse as he calls it.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Dan Tray"] [member="Thraxis"]
Post: 6
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

Salij-Nekt tapped the end of the axe against the ground. Blood dripped off to the ground, and he watched as it did. Not until Dan started punching things did Salij look up. There was a fire in that man. And Salij enjoyed seeing the fire in others. He mentioned the hate of the force. Was that not the great power Salij had been trying to train itself in? Thraxis pointed out that he had seen both of them use it, but Salij made no mention of it. Instead he quietly lifted his weapon over his shoulder while listening. Dan said he would go after the nukes, so Salij knew already where to go.

"Which way is Tacticus? I shall make my way to them" he answered in his gruff, accented voice. He then did something he never imagined he would do...he gave a salute. Putting his arm across his chest, standing his pole-ax upright and closing his fist to his chest. He would salute fellow Anubians, but these two, especially Dan Tray had shown exceptional courage like that of a fellow Anubian. Then he murmured a saying, a prayer of the Ancient Eye priests for 'good will and good fortune'.

 

[Formorta]

Objective: A
Liberty District 1-Following [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Objective: METAL GEAR!!!

"Ya think", Formorta yelled rather out of character at Lyra's comment, even a half blind grunt could see that thing used radar and other photo receptors to view outside but keep the driver safe from any outside threat. How was she going to take out such a large target from the inside? well depended on it's electronic capability and if it was being driven by a person or AI. Not her problem the main thing she was to do as aim her overpowered rifle at that massive dish and don't get shot by whatever weapons were on that massive thing.

Rolling out of cover Formrota sent a .50 cal solid round into the radar dish, for some reason the massive walker making a roaring sound of pain, stumbling back like it had been punched in the face before opening up a hail of gun fire. "Fuck that thing sure has some decent anti-personal gun on it", but that was not all, in addition that seemed to be some missile launcher on the back, though that rail gun, what was it's purpose? Once again it was not something she liked, not at all, "something like that could take out a good chuck of our fleet without the ordinance being detectable".

Such a beast needed to be taken down, but at the same time, perhaps they would be able to take it for themselves, maybe mass produce it for their own use. "See if you can disable one of it's legs or just stop it from moving for the time being I highly doubt that they will fire such a weapon inside", she replied, firing off another thunderous round into the radar dish. Once again where was Kiso with her AT weaponry when you needed her, though for some reason the Atrsian cyborg felt more linked to such a situation, something deep down in Formorta indicated it should have been her to fight this mechanical beast.

 

[Mythos]

Objective : B
Location: Never too far away.

Out of the debris of the fight people still wandered around at the aftermath of the battle, some running to their homes and some running to cover and out of cover. Two figures wandered the battlefield, killing when necessary but focused and intent on one goal, one specific section of the landscape for a singular target. Mythos carried with him two blades of Anubian design but fitted for him, forged of Valkyr steel from Midvinter and light armor. Beside him always the mighty Groom, also swift and moving for this singular purpose throughout the fight and the only problem was staying fast and covering ground because their prey was mobile.

It was not long until they came across a speeder of the old kind carrying two natives of the planet that had ties with the old hutt cartel mafia, became made big shots and fueled the black market. Normally they would deal with these kinds of issues the normal way but this guy was a ghost and the only person that said in the entire command that he was in fact a real person was the head of the empire himself, Mythos. So in his fashion he went to do this himself..

His speeder turned, Mythos and Groom split, Mythos to bullet forward and Groom to intercept and due to the nature off the terrain in Alleyways he never saw Groom destroy the speeder from the side. He was prepared with a safety seat that ejected him and a jetpack to finish his escape but it never ignited. Mythos intercepted his pod and suit using force speed, killing the Rhodian once and for all.

His mission completed and with nothing more to do he set his eyes on what he sensed was near, the Robes that [member="Thraxis"] carried. A smile crept on his lips as he with no hurry arrived at where the force guided him to. He arrived at his own pace, no later or sooner than he would have liked and the only thing he heard was a hatred of force users and the way to Darth Tacitus.

From the debris and flames that was had carried he arrived to them, in the smoke of the battlefield that no one shall speak of he emerged with a black cowl calmly accompanied by his Tuk'ata with a smile and bewildered expression. Groom simply walked gracefully and hurried his pace to a familiar face. @Salij-Nekt. Fast as a dash Mythos pulled a durasteel pack from his armor and threw it at Thraxis, inside it several Lava Crystals, which alone were worth a lot of money.

His voice thundered in the force and not through his voice, his expression became somber and pensive as he walked. Every part of his body tense from the sprint here keeping up with Groom as well as the constant melee combat. There was a reason for everything. His eyes turned to [member="Dan Tray"] with a stare of judgment but curiosity in his expression.


"Do your hate the gift that you have? Or do you desire to unleash it's power?"
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[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: Strike Team
Allies: [member="Celeste Cavataio"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Asteria deWinter"]
Post: 7
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

After his salute, he felt a pull to him. Or rather, from within. He was about to follow towards it when a familiar face came by, that of @Mythos. He gave a quick bow and the same sort of salute it had given before, but a quick one. "I must go, I feel I am needed elsewhere." And with that, the Anubian started off into a sprint. The sudden disappearance may have perhaps appeared rather odd to those watching.

The Anubian moved swiftly, the pull becoming stronger and stronger as he got closer and closer. Soon he would be upon the scene with the speed Anubians carried.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Salij-Nekt"] [member="Mythos"]
Loadout: sk-ul-armor, wendigo-4d1
Dan was waiting for Thraxis to tell him where to go next when some blonde haired guy showed up. He had no idea who this guy was or why he was here nor did he really care. That was until he threw something to thraxis. That was interesting then Salij-Nekt saluted him before leaving. The cat-man never saluted anyone from what he could see. Who was this guy.

That was not a question that was answered right now. The man asked him if he hated the gift he had gotten. Dan's eyes went wide. How could anyone call it a gift. He pretty quickly voiced that. "Gift, this is a curse not a gift. I hate that I have this thing if I could get rid of it I would. I lost my parents and all of my life for this 'GIFT'. I wish to destroy it first within myself and then within others. I will free all from this curse, this plague that has tormented me my whole life." He finished with a snarl. It was low and guttural.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: A
Post: Ninth
Loadout: Cruciatus Blade | Saber Vambrace V2.0 | Tazi Executioner Armor Mk-I | RL-40 Stun Net Launcher | Thraxis Pistolas | Darth Bane Robes |
Allies: Purple Rejects x7 | Dan Tray | @Salij-Nekt | [member="Mythos"]
From the battlefield rose the self-proclaimed God, Mythos, Thraxis meeting his gaze with idle curiosity as a few lava crystals were tossed at him, Thraxis covering his face with his elbows as hissing fire spat at his robes, a dance of confusion and annoyance rupturing as he kicked away his crate and started to shake away the flames, "Oi! Don't go tossing those buggers at people ya twat!" He yelled in response, an ignited irritation in his voice as the Anubian took his departure, "Yeah sure, I'll see ya wherever we met up." He finalized the dance, the Lava crystals on the ground as he looked at the untouchable prize, relatively irritated at the whole ordeal.

But it seemed Dan was by far more infuriated, the gift Mythos proclaimed causing a riot of fire and anger in the young mercenaries voice, Thraxis was slightly happy that someone treated it with the same amount of venom that he treated it with, though he tried to be a tad less transparent. "Well. That was a fun discussion. Force talk and all that." He said nodding in sombre neutrality between the two, it already felt like a fight was to brew and for once Thraxis had to play mediator. "However, aside from ya know."A finger flipping between the duo, when he drew their attention he pointed to his commlink, "Force Talk, we do have a Nuclear Weapon wandering around town preparing to destroy a good amount of stuff." He continued, looking between them, shrugging, they seemed to really miss a proper amount of work and they were not yet done.

"So. Instead of sitting here discussing this, let's get off our asses and get to work." He retorted, a wry smile parting his lips as he started his departure, a hand careening over the Lava Crystals and plopping them down the chamber of his Stun Net Launcher. As he ascended he turned, his voice propelled and audited through sheer fact of him yelling, "Of course, if you two Forcies wanna sit there and discuss do's and don't. Be my guest." He shrugged, his movements a natural dance as he swayed side to side, "Afterall, I doubt we need any forcies to beat up nuclear man." He chuckled in response, goading the two of them, if not at the very least Mythos.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Dredd
LD1 "Election Commission" Warehouse
00:28:30 Mission Elapsed Time (MET)
Attn: [member="Formorta"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Dan Tray"] [member="Mythos"]

This would not go well if they did not get help that was almost for certain, these two would not be enough to destroy this gigantic walker, she would need to call in reinforcements. She entered in a predetermined code on her wrist computer calling in any and all nearby forces to assist, stealth wasn't an option anymore, they needed to blow this thing up, fast. Soon every spare troop would be on this point, the message was simple enough "Possible nuclear device, big walker, get here ASAP. <3" Nothing too complicated of course, if she made it sound too scary nobody would show up, and they would need as much help as they could get. The heart was to make it sound moderately less scary, hearts made everything less scary.

While she waited for the others to arrive she had to stop this thing from launching, luckily Formorta was drawing its attention to prevent it from actually leaving the structure. If it gets out they are all screwed, end of story. Hopefully she could at the very least keep it from moving. The security on this walker was incredibly tough however, it used only the most modern security methods and protocols, it seemed like this is where their cybersec budget went, nice to know. While it would take her a hot minute to take the whole thing, she reasoned if she focused on one part individually she could go remove it faster, she removed the knife from the head before climbing down to the right leg, using her mag boots, to slow her fall, and using climbing hooks to remain attached. She then stuck the knife right into the leg joints, which caused the large walker to screech yet again before trying, unsuccessfully, to throw her off.

She made her way back up to the top of the walker in order to get a stable platform to hack the thing, and quickly got to work taking over the servos, which seemed to be provided by an ATC assosciate by the name of Galactic Industrial Controllers, which were about as simple as it got. The security that controlled the central system was not present here, however it would still take a minute to break in.

"Give me a minute i need to break the security on the leg joint, keep it distracted!"

 

[Celeste Cavataio]

Team: Strike Team
Posts: 3
Allies: [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Asteria deWinter"] [member="Salij-Nekt"]

"Hold," Celeste ordered, raising an arm to signal to the rest of the team to stop walking. They'd only been at it for about fifteen minutes, but as attuned as she'd made herself to the very ground they stepped on, she could feel someone approaching. Someone who was not one of the locals, was not mad, and did not have skeletons trying to murder him. She doubted that Tacitus' ordered had overseen this individual, and so she concluded within her reasoning that that someone was looking for them.

Well. Nothing makes you easier to fin than just staying put. The person moved with intense speed, so they did not have to wait for long.

When the humanoid canine arrived, Celeste merely stared at him for a long hard second. She had not seen this species before, though she could easily taste through the Force what he was. Still, it was interesting.

"Do your eyes see the same colors as most humanoid eyes?" she asked, the question rising from the back of her subconscious before making it to her lips. She did not know why she specifically asked this; but would know the answer soon enough, "we walk towards the Eye."

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Dredd
Group: Strike Team
Tags: [member="Celeste Cavataio"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Asteria deWinter"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"]

Not for the first time, Srina Talon found herself somewhere she should not be. Typically, it was due to the Force Bonds that she shared with two rather powerful individuals. Their wishes and wants pulled her all over the galaxy and she was more or less powerless when their wills, akin to the strongest of tractor beams, ushered her in one direction or the other. The slender apprentice was not yet strong enough to resist. So it was, that she felt a ripple, and a tug in the ether that was quite peculiar.

It was not from Darth Metus. It was not from Aryn Teth. No, it was from the Overlord of the Shrouded Republic, Kainan Wolfe. These days, the Sith Lord was better known as [member="Darth Tacitus"], but she would always remember him as she had first met him. He was surrounded by mystery in a general sense but this time the fog that obscured him from her sight felt different. Darker, if possible, and filled with the sight of dancing abominations that that walked the land as scarcely living horrors.

Srina Talon saw death. She didn’t yet know who it was coming for—but she saw it nonetheless. Sickly sweet scents that were rank, pungent, and not actually there made her stomach lurch. She imagined a rotting piece of meat with a few drops of inexpensive perfume released on it. It was a lame comparison, but, it was all she could think of while trying not to succumb to the nausea it left her with.

Her Sight had never been kind or distant. Not, ever. This was a whole new level of immersion that she could do without.

Once the Ferocity touched down on the revolting planet of Dredd it was simple.

All she had to do was follow a trail of mangled corpses.

There had been dangers, of course. It was of little consequence. Where she seemed slight of frame, frail, and almost innocent walking blindly through a world in madness—nothing could have been further from the truth. The very nature of her position within the Confederacy and her culture spoke of the buckets of blood on her hands. It could not be avoided. She moved like a wraith, navigating the shadows, with her Force Signature pushed down until it was inestimably small. It was not an effort to hide from the Eye, no, more than that she needed to stay off the radar of anything else.

Eventually, she came upon a small group that moved on foot, oddly enough, seeming to be searching for something. She was clad in the Scarlet Vow, red and black armor that protected her, and let her blend in far more than street clothes. Only her snow-white hair made her stick out among the darkness. As such, when she pulled herself soundlessly from the glom, she would find herself beside [member="Darth Tacitus"].

“You called for me.”, Srina breathed to the older man, tone bare, and empty. There was no question. Whether he meant to or not, she had found him, because the Force had willed it. Instinctively she also knew what they were looking for. It didn’t make sense to the young Echani, however, she had long ago learned to stop questioning the Force. Doing so had only caused her pain.

There were several other figures present. A woman, beautiful, as she was powerful. A creature she did not know with the head of a canine and the body of a man. Srina paused, inclining her head toward both of them, indirectly allowing them the knowledge that she meant no harm. That she had arrived for a purpose. Unknowingly, her feet edged in the direction that [member="Celeste Cavataio"] had originally been leading the group in. There pull she had felt to this place had not stopped with Darth Tacitus. Her words were for anyone that heard and wished to respond as her Sight played visions of what lay ahead. Broken, fractured, but still…Death. There was so much of it.

“I will help you. If you would allow it.”

 

[Formorta]

Objective: A
Liberty District 1-Following [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Objective: METAL GEAR!!!

Formrota was not aware of what type of message Lyra had sent out to the rest of the forces around the planet, but with such a large threat present it was a very obvious the slicer had sent out some sort of call to others on the surface. The problem was if they had time to respond before the giant thing became board with the two attacker of killed them, neither being a very welcoming outcome, because either way someone was going to die.

"Keep it distracted, what do you think I am doing", she hollered back to the Shroud, pulling back on the APAR's bolt action mechanize, loading another around into the chamber, a surplus she was slowly starting to run out of. Unless, yes her thermal and Ion detonators where still on hand, if she could get close enough, "looks like it is time for some spider woman stuff again... who Ironic".

Leaping out of cover once more Formrota shot her grappling cable to a nearby beam, firing one more shot off at the beasts radar to keep in from gunning her down, the masked assassin zipping around and above the walker with surprising speed. Reaching the apex of her swing the cable disengaged, the pale woman flipping over the beasts main cock pit, dropping her Ion detonators over the radar, the electrical surge hitting the large weak point.

In that moment the beast began to stumble around a little, seeming to be unsure of what to do, good, hopefully, "That should buy you some time, just don't get crushed". Formrota remarked, grasping hold of an overhanging beam, once more reloading the large sniper rifle.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: Strike Team
Allies: [member="Celeste Cavataio"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Asteria deWinter"] [member="Darth Tacitus"]
Post: 8
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

Salij-Nekt arrived swiftly, and the Anubian stood by. It was almost immediately greeted with a question, and an odd one at that. But still, the Anubian took it as a serious question and nodded, assuming that the colors it saw were the same. If it were to be honest however, it was not entirely sure as it was not sure what most other humanoids could see. "Is it needed to aid in this endeavor?" It didn't even know what the endeavor was until the one that greeted him spoke again. "The Eye?" An artifact? They were treasure hunting, were they? Why had the power within pulled him this way.

 

[Celeste Cavataio]

Team: Strike Team
Posts: 4
Allies: [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Asteria deWinter"] [member="Salij-Nekt"] [member="Srina Talon"]

"You were on Haven," the words came before Celeste could breathe. Sh had not seen her on Haven. Not with her eyes. But the signature within the Force could not be denied or mistaken for another; the Echani standing before her ow had been almost as close atop the mountain in Haven. Celeste moved her eyes to Tacitus before giving the woman a firm nod. They would need all the strength they could get.

Turning back to the canine, she nodded to him as well. "We might," she explained, "we follow course to the Eye. Ancient powers have a nasty sense of humor and we will need every bit of expansion we can get in terms of abilities."

Three of their party belonged to the Darkside. She herself was a witch. What the Canine was, she wasn't entirely sure, but she was certain it would serve to round them out.

Wordlessly, she resumed their trek on feet. It seemed that no matter how much they walked, the screams of the dead, dying, and demented followed them. It was as though the pain of this planet was not imbued merely to its ground, but also drenched in the very air they breathed. The sooner they would be able to leave, the better.

Their walk lasted only half an hour, but to the Witch, who had to choose between spending her energies on blocking the pain of the planet out and being useful, it felt like far more than that. The area they stood in appeared empty to all sides, all cities and locations of the wretched only in the horizon.

She raised her arm, motioning for the others to stop.

Again she crouched down on her knees, her hands touching the soil. There was a beat to the planet, a bet to the Eye, a beat to every one who stood here now. So many beats, thumming together, creating a chaotic melody. Slowly, she began to pick and choose from the sounds. No, not that heart, no, not that memory of the soil, but... There. The Eye. It was below them.

With a sigh, Celeste Cavataio dug her fingers into the soil now. There would be no more walking upon the surface. No. To get to the Eye, they would have to go deep.

The grounds around the group began to shift and form. Sands moved and swirled, occasionally pausing only to show the shape of a screaming face before falling apart again and forming anew. Sweat beads appeared on her forehead as she fought it. Fought to get the soil to do as she demanded and not continue to run along the lines of misery it had been taught to do over the course of millennia.

And the sand got everywhere.

Another eternity passed before Celeste let the first sound come out of her - a grunt of exhaustion, as she raised herself up again. Around them, the sands lay still as they had been prior to their arrival.

In front of them though, a stairway led down, made of earth, going into the earth.

"The Eye is down there," she gasped, her fingers looking for the water skin attached to her belt.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #4​

Attn: [member="Celeste Cavataio"] | [member="Asteria deWinter"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"]​

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• Strike Team Mission
  Deploying From Orbit, Planet Dredd

A heavy weight seemed to settle on the Overlord's shoulders as his mask slipped, if only a little. He sighed, heavily, a strange look in his eyes, sorrow mixed with determination. "I do not patronize you, Celeste," he said, his tone as heavy as the look in his eyes. "I have no illusions about what I am, or the nature of what I do here. I am not a hero, or a good man," he spoke, pausing for a moment. "No, this galaxy has had its fill of heroes and good men and the disease at its heart has festered too long for such men to be able to cure it," he went on, his piercing gaze locked onto the witch's eyes. "What I am, is a necessary evil. What I do here, is necessary. I take no pleasure in it, but such petty things as pleasure have long since stopped meaning anything to me."

"You can not win a game against an opponent who cheats, by playing by the rules. If the enemy is ruthless and willing to do anything to secure victory, then you must become even more ruthless," he said to her, his voice as hard as steel. "If torture, violence and slavery are what it takes to win, then I will do these things without hesitation. If I have to kill a billion people, or half the galaxy, I will do so without hesitation. I will do these things because they are necessary. Because the end always justifies the means. And if my soul is the price I have to pay in order to right the greatest injustice this galaxy has ever suffered, then I will pay it gladly."

Having said his piece, the Overlord and his men continued on to their destination in silence, until they came across an Anubian warrior with whom Tacitus had already been acquainted, during the battle for Nibelungen. "Salij-Nekt. Welcome. Your help is greatly appreciated," the Sith Lord said, welcoming the new party member. "We are here to recover an artifact from the hands of the vile, unworthy vermin which are holding it. That artifact is key to our plans and it will serve the interests of our nation to have it securely within our grasp, so we shall let nothing stand in our way. Your mission here is simple. Follow us and kill anything that is not on our side," the Overlord explained, trusting in the Anubian's discipline and abilities.

Before he could say more, he sensed another presence and it brought a smile on his face. The young woman who was now approaching them, had stood by his side at Haven and together, they had survived an ordeal that few could even comprehend. A sort of bond had been forged between them, then, the kind of bond that only those who faced a harrowing nightmare and prevailed over it, could share.

The Overlord nodded subtly at her words. "I was expecting that you would come," he said to her, not needing any explanations regarding her sudden presence, here. After Haven, he knew he could trust her, afterall, she was one of the few people alive who knew his deepest, darkest secret. He spoke no more, for nothing else needed to be said.

He walked the rest of the way in silence, perhaps reflecting back on his life. It had taken a decade and a half of careful planning and hard work, a road which had taken him here, to this cesspit of a planet. It was here that his plans were finally beginning to unfold, a seed planted long ago, finally bearing fruit.

Suddenly, there was a stop. The witch had sensed something and he sensed it too. The object that they sought for, was beneath them. He stood in silence as the witch cast her spell, heedless of the sand, or the swirling currents of the Force around him. When she was finished, he nodded his approval to her, allowing her a few precious moments to rest and recover her strength before moving on.

He walked forward until he stood in front of the earthen staircase. Three lightsabers unclipped themselves from his belt, floating upwards seemingly of their own will, igniting with an ominous, crimson fire which promised death. His right hand grasped a fourth saber and drew it forward, giving life to its midnight-black blade which hissed and crackled angrily, as if it competed for attention with the three crimson ones. Stepping forward confidently, he led the way into the darkness.