We're Going To Annihilate...

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] |

Bosph system, underground facility.

It had been two weeks since the engagement on Aeten II. Despite the injuries that she had sustained, Darth Ayra had recovered after a brief time to recuperate from the burns she had suffered to the hands of [member="Ashe the Reaper"]. The operation hadn't gone entirely to plan, but she was adaptable and had gotten away with the stygium crystals she had come for. Now it was time to continue the plan.

Bosph was a recent addition to the rising New Order. It had been here, in this facility, that Ayra had been cured of the techno virus that she had been infected with during the Silken Asteroid conflict. Well, not entirely cured. Whilst the Graug blood she had drank, delivered to her in the form of [member="Darth Vulcanus"] sacrificing an illegitimate son, had stopped the effects of the virus, it had simply made it dormant inside of her. It had also been here that Vulcanus had developed a war ship, but Ayra didn't pretend to know what it was.

She was too busy being sick.

Inside the underground facility that Vulcanus had developed his war ship, Darth Ayra stood over balcony, Sith robe draped along her slender, petite frame, but cowl lowered, to reveal her ivory, white skin and dirty, blonde hair. She had changed in the small time she had been affiliated with Voracitos, Vulcanus and the dozen other or so Sith that she had joined in recent times. Sometimes, she wished she could go back to Kalist VI and retire to bathe herself back in the sun. But she couldn't do that now. Too much work to do.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Pathollex would be off somewhere minding his own business, making adjustments to his armor and calibrating the targeting systems of his helmet. The relatively young Sith had a career of mindless violence and wrecking any opposing lines, a notion exceeding the norms of youth among the galaxy. While most wanted to prove themselves and had a great pride, it typically would result in death. Zius was no exception to this fact, having witnessed first-hand the mercilessness of the Empire and how it can take what it so desires with the wave of a hand. That fateful day would stain the memories of what used to be a boy striving for a personal goal, but now relished in the very same blood-lust. His clawed gauntlet shimmered weakly with the light of the room, almost as if the innocence and purity of the Hunter's very soul was fading substantially.

Killing was a freedom, a true therapeutic practice to unleash the tides that strain the mind with an anxious desire to wipe clean the galaxy of heresy and any and all refusal. A cause made noble through devotion to fulfill a destiny of warmongering and chaos. Death was a virtue, a code of honor for the Jedi Hunter.

Pathollex put his helmet back on, his cybernetic eyes glared a disturbed crimson as the HUD came online with the desired functionality. A system's diagnostic had linked a message telling him that the gauntlets were now integrated with the suit's cybernetic options. Now able to use them for multipurpose reasons as well as a legitimate weapon to be backed by the enhancements of the armor. He was now fully operational and attuned to all upgrades.

Walking out of the room, the Jedi Hunter relinquished a sigh as he made his way to the same balcony that [member="Darth Ayra"] stood upon, thinking to himself about a particular item which he no longer had.

That was my favorite coat...

 

[Darth Ferus]

A single yawn would erupt from behind [member="Darth Ayra"] . Ferus, the Darth Zabrak would walk up behind his fellow Sith, leaning on a balcony. He glanced around, then shook his head. "There is nothing more boring then building.." He would yawn again, then cast a glance to [member="Darth Pathollex"] . The boy had grown, good. He was forming back into a perfect hunter.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Pathollex"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

Ayra had been bent over the railing, elbows supporting her upper body as she observed the crews below. When she heard the ping of metal against metal in the balcony, she pushed herself up right and turned towards the approaching Sith. She leaned her head to observe the man, as he came forwards. She had sent out word across the New Order that she required help with a project, but she hadn't met this Sith yet. "My name is Darth Ayra. You are?" she asked, with a smile.

Turning her head towards Darth Ferus, she nodded. "You're right. But this is necessary, for the scheme I am involved in. Thanks for coming."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

"No problem. I just hope this won't be too boring.." Ferus let out a yawn, still leaning on the balcony. He had no intention on moving, rather he would just listen quietly to the conversation behind him. He was always more interested in that then anything else.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Pathollex"] |

Darth Ayra looked between the two of them and gestured with her hand below. "I need you to get the men that will be working for us together, down below, whilst I get the stygium crystals and schematics I had for my idea." Turning away from the two of them, Ayra made her way along the balcony and up a flight of stairs until she was in the building above the underground facility. Making her way towards the landing bay where she landed the Niathal, lifting the cowl of her hood to protect her hair from getting rain in the ensuing rain.

Lifting her hand to the key pad of her transport, she put in her code and took a step backwards. The doors retracted left and right, while a ramp lowered down towards the ground. When it touched down, Ayra climbed up the ramp and into the ship, where she made her way to the cargo bay. Checking over her cargo, she made her way back out of the ship, leaving it open and entered the building briefly to retrieve Imperial officers to assist in moving the stygium crystals inside the cargo bay of the Niathal down into the underground facility.

She stood to the side, in the pouring raining, hood lifted over her head and her black robe rising up in the wind slightly, watching the officers move the crates she had recently taken from the Mandalorian vault on Aeten II.

 

[Brutus Tyval]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

Brutus had recently found about the development that Darth Ayra was progressing with, and chose to make his way to her. Once arriving at the hangar, he saw the two guards who stood at the entrance. He arched his right eyebrow with a sinister grin, and proceeded to lift his hand up to choke both the guards with the Force. Once having knocked the two out with the choke, he threw them off from the gate, and began to walk through it with his tattered robes floating along the ground behind him. He made his way further down into the facility, until seeing Darth Ayra in the corner of his right eye, the sinister smile coming back to his lips. "Darth Ayra, what a pleasure to see a woman in charge of something." Brutus made his way towards her and held his hand forward towards her, for a greeting handshake. "Count me in."

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Brutus Tyval"] |

Ayra lowered her eyes to the fallen guards, before averting them from the fallen, unconscious men to the outstretched hand. She curled her fingers around Brutus's hand and held it there for several moments, saying. "Thank you. I don't think we've met before. You are...?" She added a small smile after the question.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

His eyes traced [member="Darth Ferus"] over, a part of him remembering what cause they both used to share at one point in time. There wasn't anything left to think about, at least not the Liberty Concord. They were no longer a way of life to live by, no longer a dedication. There are to be no more heroes of this galaxy, and the man bearing the Jedi Hunter title would pursue each and every person just to ensure the New Order's survival. Why spread peace when you can simply make it happen through force? Pathollex then looked to [member="Darth Ayra"] and returned a simple nod to her request. His silence would remain as he looked over the balcony, observing the busy crewmen as they carried out their various duties.

For the New Order, a passion was necessary. No weaknesses permitted.

 

[Brutus Tyval]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

Brutus glanced down at her hand which was unbelievably smooth, and her face lean. He smiled a bit after having greeted her, and dropped his hand down to his side. "Brutus Tyval, former ally of Vilox Pazela and an Acolyte under the Sith Empire, and order." He pushed himself back in a small shuffle, and glanced at her.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Darth Pathollex"]

Ferus followed with his hands behind his head, simply quiet as he listened. A glance would be cast to [member="Brutus Tyval"] , causing a brow to raise on the Zabrak's head, but he would keep quiet. He had a slight idea on what the thing was, but he was far from sure. The last thing he needed was to cause an issue, for now.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Pathollex"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] |

"Accompany me, Brutus." Turning, Ayra made her way back inside the facility. When she was inside, she lowered the cowl of her robe and brushed a strand of fallen hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. Giving Brutus a smile again, she asked. "So, Brutus. You have to assist me with my project? My thanks, but do you know what this project is, I wonder?" As they conversed, she began her descent down into the underground facility, with Brutus at her side, where the construction and assembly would be.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

"Ordering crewmen around, what a joy." Pathollex spoke with heavy sarcasm, entirely disinterested with his role at the moment. He looked to [member="Darth Ferus"], turning around and leaning his back against the railing of the balcony. "There have to be more important matters than just telling fodder to move from one spot to the other." He looked down at his lightsaber, running his right hand over it gingerly with a repressed urge to ignite it and find something to cut up, unfortunately, there were responsibilities to be held over such wishes. The Jedi Hunter turned back towards the crewmen below, setting his hands on the railing on either side.

"Listen up! I want all of you to gather yourselves and await further notice for your jobs. Any slacking, disobedience, or any form of insubordination or lip will result in the loss of your life. We accept nothing but the finest quality."

The slowly amassing group of workers all nodded and gave the Jedi Hunter a salute of respect. Personally intimidated by the provocative nature of his statement, knowing he'd hold true to his word if anything were to be less than the highest expectations.

[member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Pathollex"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] |

Climbing down the steps, Ayra emerged back onto the walkway and couldn't but overhear [member="Darth Pathollex"] issuing his orders. As she passed him, she slid her hand across the back of his neck and shoulder blades, murmuring. "Thank you. Now come and see why you're here." Reaching the end of the balcony, she began her descent along another flight of stairs into the work way below.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Pathollex peered over his shoulder at Ayra's touch, keeping quiet as he took in her words, shifting his stance and following behind so that he may learn of his purpose in this otherwise dull routine of shouting orders at the lower ranked.

[member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus grinned as he followed [member="Darth Ayra"] . As he passed by [member="Darth Pathollex"] he'd nudge his shoulder, laughing. "I'm sure she thinks you're cute. I think. She's hard to read. Or too easy. I haven't tried." He'd only laugh again before going down the stairs.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Pathollex"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] |

She overheard Ferus and grinned, despite herself. Now he was laughing and cracking jokes. In the short time they had known each other, it would appear Ayra was having an affect on the Zabrak Sith Lord. Stepping off the last step, she made her way to a podium, center to the work men that Pathollex had gathered. Survey each face, including the Sith who had joined her for the project; the various work men, women and occasional alien; and the officers that had carried the stygium crystals she had stolen from Aeten II.

"Perfect," Ayra thought. "Everything is going like clockwork."

Standing in the center of the work area of the podium, the only two things they could all see was her exposed face, locks of dirty, blonde hair and the darkest black, Sith robe that hung from her frame. Arms to the side, she began to speak. "Some weeks ago, the Dark Lord of the Sith had you construct for him three war ships. My project will be considerably less in size, but equally as grand in stature. Today, you will be following the schematics that I will be presenting. This holographic projector..." She raised her hand and motioned it across the projector in front of her. It activated and rose to stomach level, where the same hand drew out a memory stick. Inserting it in the projector, it began to display it's contents in a holographic blue hue. She continued where she left off. "...will now show you how to construct the first Annihilator-class shuttle. You have three days to assemble, from which I will have the generators ready to be installed."

Stepping off the podium, leaving the holographic projectors online for the work forces crew men, women and aliens to work from, she beckoned her entourage of Sith to follow. "We can talk down here." Placing her hand into her robe, she produced another device, but kept it out of their line of sight, for the moment.

 

[Maleus]

The smell of Earth and blood made a repulsive odor, Maleus pinched down hard on the edges of his nose. The stench would not permeate into his nostrils any further. As he continued across the ramp-way he'd notice the fallen. Men who attempted to do their duty, but to no avail, they were killed like dogs. He'd hover his hands over their bodies, the dog tags that were fastened to their necks were ripped off.
Pocketing them he'd turn his attention to the group that had aggregated before him. He stood in yet another construction facility. Industrial machines worked in over-drive as they processed metal and ore. Strings of blackened smoke rose from the exhaust pipes, eventually it was filtered and then redistributed back into the environment.
Efficiency at it's best.
From within the branching networks of bodies he'd notice one man. Or Zabrak rather. Coming to a stop at his feet he'd drift onto his right knee. With his gaze averting to the floor he'd say.
"How may I be of service, my master?" [member="Darth Ferus"]
Darth Ayra

Darth Pathollex

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus glanced over his shoulder to [member="Maleus"] , and waved him over with a grin. "Ah good. Come along. While I'm not sure what will be of assistance, [member="Darth Ayra"] here can certainly explain it to you." What a way to put her on the spot, and it only caused him to grin wider.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"] |

Ayra came to a stop just behind an assembly point, which was too high for the other officers and work crews to see; and the noise that was beginning suggested to the woman and her Sith entourage that assembly of the Annihilator-class boarding shuttle's hull was coming together. The vessel was a simple concept. Enough space to transport a boarding party and equipment, with an on board cloaking device, plasma cutters for boarding procedures and one ion cannon, which would ionized the boarded section and fuse together the security systems in that section of the enemy ship, stopping defenses such as inner turbolaser turrets, ray shields and so on.

She turned to the group of Sith and drew out a device. It was one of the probes belonging to Darth Voracitos, although this entourage didn't currently know that the spirit of the deceased Shadow Emperor controlled it. She said, "The... person who owns this device," Ayra gestured with her free hand, "May or may not choose to introduce themselves to you. It isn't up to me to divulge who it is, however. I don't want to break on any toes." She nearly cracked a grin at that point, but restrained herself. She was trying to be serious. "However, the information that the man behind the shadows, metaphorically speaking, is on this device and so, we'll be using the information on it to create an Annihilator-class generator."

Averting her gaze from the probe to the new arrival in the form of Maleus, she said with a straight face to Ferus. "Isn't he a little too young for you?" Turning before they could see her grin, she let go of the probe and it began to float in front of them.