Wetwork (Dominion Tier 2 Dom of Mirial and Krayiss 2)

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [08/20]

The system booted.

It didn't seem too complicated, not unlike the various computer terminals and datapads he'd tinkered with at his father's expense. Arken scrolled through, editing the settings of the master boot record to bypass security protocols. A few more clicks and taps and he was breezing on past their antiquated security before bringing his datalogger into play. The young man drew a cord from his wrist mounted computer, jamming it into a entry port on the console.

It loaded up fast. Arken grinned, watching streams of commands flow across the screen as his brute force attack ensued. Fortunately, it didn't take long for it to crack through the second layer and then he was in the system. The operating system completely loaded in and he had full access to everything - admin privileges and all. He clicked on the "HoloCast" icon twice and pulled up the application.

"Watch." The young man said, pushing himself out of the chair to grab a microphone nearby.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

"Sir! Your burning the steak!" His assistant cried out while Graf sat infront of the Monitor watching the chaos unfold more and more. This was going to be another place he was going to have to get deployed to now and it saddened his heart greatly. Why did the galaxy have to tear itself apart so much?! The profit from being a docotor was great, Yea sure but why!? Credits didn't bring "happyness". Graf never thought in his youth how his career would turn out. If something was broken he fixed it and if someone was broken he fixed them... as best he could.​

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" I know Alice....I know." he groaned aloud. "If I had a bacta grenade for every broken soul out there... Id have ....." He paused slightly confused by his own statement. Looking back to Alice his assistant he frowned to see she had the same expression on her face.​

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"GAH! ITS BURNT!" he screamed​

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Happiness of thought.​

Water flows with its soothing grace.​

Yet darkness remains.​

 

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18/20

Owazza rolled into the city gates atop the back of the exotic beast. Few turned to see him. Most were concerned with how the battle had turned out, and the rest were too busy celebrating the result. The Wookie found himself turning his nose up as he passed a couple enjoying one another's company in the streets. Such wanton displays of affection did not sit particularly well with Owazza. He had always been more reserved in that department, and coming across others that weren't tended to irk him.

A few more twists and turns found him bumbling into the capital plaza. The remaining loyalists were being mopped up, either by way of blaster fire or surrender. Lines of the enemy marched in handcuffs behind resistance soldiers. They would all be processed and dealt with accordingly; a short sentence in the local prisons and then a close watch afterword, Owazza suspected.

The warlord's gaze settled upon [member="Rainer Altman"], and he slid from the back of his mount.

"<Thank you noble creature.>" The horned beast grunted in reply, before turning to march back to its home. Owazza looked upon what they had wrought: the destruction and the elation of victory intermingled with one another in such a way that the warlord might say it was poetic. "<And so the world is freed. I think we did a good thing here today.>"

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik meandered the halls until he came upon yet another group of Mandalorians. These ones were guarding a massive gilded door. The door had ornate carvings and was made of massive stone. Causstik observed the guards carefully. Two massive Mandalorians with large pikes. He thought of the best way to dispatch them. He decided on his favorite method and hefted his massive Tri barrel shot gun. He rounded the corner and fired a shell from the massive gun and explosive pellets raced for the Mandalorians. The shell eviscerated a leg and one of the men fell to the ground crying in agony. Causstik let out a deep guttural laugh as he screamed "GRAHAHA!". The other activated his shield generator in the nick of time and Causstik Fired the last two shells anyways. Weakening the shield.

 

[Alyson Halle]

5/20

Her plan worked as intended the person that needed to be killed was killed, Alyson would live another day it seemed. Grace seemed rather off though, she did not recall if she had seen this kind of rage before, but she could feel the rage from a distance. She was fueling something with her pain, a permiating darkness became stronger around her, she did not understand what this meant, but it was bad, it felt bad, it felt like suffering, pain, darkness, all of it was negative.

She turned back and said "Thanks" with an nod of acknowledgment

Alyson then began to make chase towards the retreating group, she ran at one who looked rather important like an officer and swung for the legs to slow him down. He fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, she then grabbed him as the others escaped pushing him up against a wall. Dropping her sword to the ground and grabbing her dagger, putting it up to his throat.

"WHERE IS KORIK TALORIN!" She shouted into his face.

"He... he is in the library... he's blocked himself in..." He replied

She then threw him onto the ground, this was a necessary cost of war, but to show at least some mercy she dropped him a bandage from her pack before moving on. Alyson could not ensure that [member="Grace Darkson"] would be so merciful, but atleast she would not appear as the bad guy in this situation, she then took cover behind the doorway, waiting for her compatriot to be ready to move on.

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [09/20]

He tapped the microphone, watching the audio input bars rise and fall.

Then he brought it to his mouth. "Uh, hello, this is a representative of the Dominion. Your cities are now safe and the Mandalorian invaders are being repelled as we speak. Please come out and accept our assistance. We're here to help."

That was enough. Just a simple, short message broadcasted on all channels across the world of Mirial. Surely there would be footage of the Mandalorians being stomped out of existence and his HoloCast was just another short and sweet reminder that the Dominion was here to aid them. They were here to save, they were here to serve and protect.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 10

Panting as she walked towards the last figure, the tip of her lightsaber trailing on the ground and sending slag flying up, Grace seemed tired, worn out. The fiery pain she had been feeding on had numbed, and a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her left leg, the hip still hurting from the crash, landed on the ground wrong. She staggered, her balance thrown. Barely managing to catch herself, she reached out in the force to one of the dyeing soldiers. She latched onto his pain, his anguish, his fear of death. The helmeted face rolled her way, and she drank in his emotions, his pain, using it to reinvigorate her. Her stride strengthened as she approached the door. Flashing [member="Alyson Halle"] a weak smile, she nodded.

"When you're ready."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

The Mandalorian jabbed at Causstik with his pike. Causstik blocked the pike jab with his claws and yanked hard on the pike. It came loose from The Mandalorians grasp and the Mando raised his wrist firing flamethrower at Causstik. The flames licked at his armor and he enjoyed the warmth on his scales. Causstik slowly trudged forward against the flames and his armor began to glow red hot. Causstik grasped the Mando in a brutal bear hug and he felt the bones crush beneath his weight. He let go of the Mandalorian and the man fell limp to the floor. Causstik charged through the hall and shouldered the stone door hard. He entered what appeared to be a Library. In a chair sat a Mandalorian and Causstik raised his wrist at the man. He fired his stun net. IT was none other then Talorim himself.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Kentarch felt nauseated. Bantha Swill. The mayor stood next to the former Sith as [member="Owazza"] greeted him.

Bent over, breathing heavily, he replied to the wookie. "I'm going to be sick." He pointed to a table. "Paperwork filled, its official."
Mirial was now officially been annexed by the Dominion, and Kentarch needed some anti-acid pills. "Where... are... the tums?"

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson upon gettting confirmation ran through the door, she saw the mandos had set up minor fortifications in the room, which quite handily lead to the library. There was a huge door on the other side of the building, probably weighed about 10 tons but is probably balanced well enopugh to where it is opened with minimal effort, if not they could always blow a hole in it using stolen grenades. Alyson charged forward towards the frotifications, which consisted of overturned couches and tables. Alyson was able charge forth through the fire she received only receiving a few glancing blows to the armor. She knew her luck would run out evenutally but for now she needed to get the job done.

She leaped over one of teh tables, knocking a soldier in the head with her vibroblade before quickly redirecting it to decapitate another one standing next to him. Sadly a bolt flew across from the other side of the fortifications hitting her in the arm. She grabbed a throwing knife from her belt and with her free arm threw it into the aggressors face. She then took cover before assessing the damage. The armor had absorbed some of the damage, and the healing should not take too much time, but she would not be able to use her sword any time soon. It went against her better judgement, but she grabbed the service pistol off of one of the dead soldiers and began firing down towards the other impromptu fortifications.

She was not a very good shot, but she was able to provide suppressing fire, hopefully to provide support for [member="Grace Darkson"] when she came through.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 11

Charging after the Empress, Grace tried her best to deflect the worst of the shots. She was tired, and the strain of war on her injured leg was starting to catch up to her. As she moved, the other woman got ahead, charging in and claiming the first few mandalorians with her blade before taking a bolt to her shoulder. Eyes narrowing, the older woman let out a bellow of rage as she lept forward, blood-red saber raised. The first man's arm fell to the floor, and he followed, screaming in agony. She grinned, drinking it in. The blade flew from her hand, embedding itself into the second-to-last man before returning to her waiting palm. "S҉͏U͏̷͏R̸̸͡R̛͏E͘N͞D̨͢E͏҉̶R͞ Ó̧Ŗ̢ ̛D̷̛͝IE͢!̵͢" She screamed, the man hurriedly throwing down his weapon, whimpering. She smiled, a small laugh escaping her. "G͡o̢o̶d. ̴Nǫw͞,́ ͟g̵o̴ t͝o̡ ̀sle̢e̕p.͞" She raised her hand, and he fell over, unconscious. Walking slowly to the door, she pressed on it. Locked. With a shrug, she shoved her lightsaber into the lock. "Re͏a͝dy,͢ ̴you̴ŗ ̛m̶ajesty͏?"

[member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

"Lets do it" She said.

The lightsaber broke through the doors lock, and alyson quickly shouldered the door knocking it open. The room was a rather large library, and in the center a mandalorian man was sitting in a lone chair, illuminated by the sunlight from a hole in the roof. He was flanked by a trandoshan who seemed to have much the same idea as they had. The Trandoshan fired a stun net at the mandalorian trapping him and stunning him. This was rather suprising, she thought that Grace and her were the first ones there, but this Trando seemed to have beat them to it. The stun net didn't work, so she shot him in the kneecap to prevent him from running away.

The man writhed in pain in his chair, he wasnt running away any time soon.

[member="Grace Darkson"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 12

As she stepped into the room, Grace glared at the man in the center. This man, this Mandalorian warlord had caused so many problems. He was the reason they had come here. The reason her leg was messed up. The reason [member="Alyson Halle"] had been shot. And here he sat, reclined in a chair. The stun-net flew as he stood, sparking off his armor. His hands raised as the bolt flew into the beskar of his kneecap, the heat and impact of the bolt registering immediately on his face. As he doubled over in pain, Grace stepped forward, her hand flying out. T̴̵a̸͜͞҉l̸o̵̢r̵ì̶͜͞m̵̢͠͞. Her assault on his mind began. Y̧̢o͏͏̀͜͏u͏̨ ̷̡̛͞h͏̸̡҉a̸͟͟͜v̨́è̴͘ ̸̡́͢͝c̶̕͟͞͠à͢͠͏҉u̶͘s̢͟e͏d́͏͠ ̵̸̀͞e̛͘͘͜n̵̕͡͡ò̸̴̕͢u̵͏̵͏g̸͠h̢̢̕҉ ̢̀͘͞t͏̡̡̛r̵̨̛͜ò̸͢͞u̕͞b̢̧̧͘͜l҉̢̀͢e̡.̶͢͟͢͝ The words screamed inside his skull, filling his mind with pain. T̷̢̧̕H҉̸̢Ì̛͝͠S҉͜ ̨͘͠Ę̕͟͞Ǹ̵̷͘D̛͝S̶̴̡

Ǹ̵̨̮̣̰̳̙̭̺̪͙̙̻̝̪͇͠O̸̢̙̮̭͚̦͈̮͙͎̭W̨͏҉̻̘̼̙͇̯̝̹͕̗̗̝̯ͅ!̶̳͔̮̱͚̟̺̣̳̝̫̺͓̮̳̝̻




The man crumpled to the floor, weeping. The smell of feces slowly emitted from him. The color drained from Graces face. Leaning against the wall, the woman sighed, trying to focus. "Right. Tie him up."

And then she fainted.