What's that coming over the hill? (OS Dominion of Gratos)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[1/20]
Objective: B - Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: I'm on a ship!
Allies: [member=Setzi Lunelle]

The Shadow-class Reconnaissance Corvette belonging to Sith Knight Darth Pyrrhus came into view above the lush planet of Gratos. The journey had taken a bit longer than what he had anticipated. He was late to the party. But he was here now, and that was what mattered, right?

Standing on the bridge, he could see this jewel on the edges of Sith space, soon to become consumed by it. He imagined it would welcome the darkness. To the eye, the planet might seem appealing, with its very green jungles and beautiful waterfalls and mountain ranges. Through the lens of the Force, however, Gratos was a dark thing indeed.

The Togruta's head twisted to the side, to gaze upon the beauty beside him. What was she to him, in an official capacity? Travel companion? Apprentice? The terminology of it all mattered little to him. They certainly overlapped in many ways. They were what they were. "We'll be heading to the Lost Lands. Unlike the rest of the planet, it's a dark and twisted plain. It was doomed to be such by the Jedi and the Republic, when they bombed it. You'll need an environmental suit. Don't breathe the air." he offered her a few words of warning. Of course, details had been discussed before, but he just wanted to go over it one last time, to soothe his nerves.

"The Graug are violent by nature, and naturally sensitive to the dark side. They're touched by it, as much as they're drawn to it. However, a strong enough dark presence ought to be enough to compel them. They shouldn't be a threat to us." he said, while dismissingly waving away one of his many Nautolan servants, a new cadet serving on the ship. He, and a companion, was tasked with bringing appropriate gear to Setzi and Pyrrhus. He doubted they'd see much of the Graug where they were going, but there was no harm in staying informed. "I don't think we'll be wandering through the jungles. If we do, know that an abnormal amount of plague and poisons are found in these dense jungles. Bacteria have likely evolved with the help of the presence of the Dark Side. If you start feeling tired before you normally would, tell me" he said in an almost commanding voice, though it was mostly coming from a different place entirely. If something happened to her, and she got sick, he wanted to be able to start treatment absolutely immediately.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: B, Explore some catacombs
Location: The Ruins of Groxus
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Callidus"]
6/20

A flash of red and black suddenly flew at Sage. Callidus vaulted right over the steps, and with his lightsaber pointed downwards, aimed to land on Sage and stab him. Sage called upon that brew of the Force to speed up his reflexes and roll his body away. Oddly the Zabrak did not stay and continue the fight. He only pressed on down the murky corridors. Perhaps the allure of the dark artifact was simply too strong for Callidus to ignore. Had it pulled at him like a siren's song, beckoning with an invisible hand of power?

Sage blinked and with a grunt, slowly rose to his feet. He did not have time to sit and lick his wounds so he slunk after his rival, ignoring the limp in his stride. He followed the Knight, using Force sense and the man's footprints in the dust to track him. Being half-Chiss, Sage had the benefit of the night vision of that species. He sensed another presence nearby, a Force user, dark-sided as well. Things just got much more interesting.

After picking up his pace, Sage spied Callidus at the end of one of the tombs. Traitor! Hugging the wall so that he was almost unseen in the shadows, Sage quietly invoked the words of the ancient Sith spell for Similfuturus, or Doppelganger. He projected a lifelike image of himself that would step out directly in front of Callidus. While the Knight was presumably distracted with the vision in front of him, the real Sage would ignite his saber and rush at his foe from behind, sweeping his red blade in an attempt to bisect the man in two.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: B - Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: On the Shadow-Class Corvette
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Posts: 1/20

Unlike her companion, Setzi did not wish that Gratos to be enveloped in darkness - at least, literal darkness. It probably wouldn't ever be in a full nocturnal state with its three moons. But the brunette acolyte was intereted in its poison potential - flowers, plants, snake venom and most of all the Dread Spiders, a native arachnid to Gratos. All of these things needed sunlight. She planned to collect samples, and then, bring them back to the Temple of Pain to see if she could alchemize the ingredients into Sith Poison.

Setzi gazed up at the Togruta Knight. The beauty and strength in his exotic face was continually a marvel to her. She knew she would not tire of watching and listening to careful words. And there was really nothing to tempt her away from her current situation. With her sister dead, with Ziost contested and having turned her back on the Jedi Order, the lightside would not be her homing beacon. If anything it was a repellant.

"I would like to make a detour to the jungle if we can," she suggested. "I was on Drongar for research, and that planet is almost nearly uninhabitable. If the envirosuits have no leaks, we should be fine." Setzi wasn't trying to dismiss his concern. In fact, she enjoyed that he cared about her wellfare, but she wanted to let him know that she wasn't afraid. Far from it. In a way, this mission was much like her AgriCorps assignments. But she imagined it would be a little more dangerous than trying to get rid of an invasive species ruining the locals food supply or even un-mutating Bota which is why she had been on Drongar.

"But with that said, we should bring some anti-toxins and enough medpacs for emergencies," she finished. When the Nautolans returned with the suits, Setzi execused herself and went to another part of the ship to change. She preferred to be in less clothes underneath the suit because it would be easier to move around. But she had enough modesty to not undress in front of the crew, even if it they would just see her in a formfitting bodyglove. That was not befitting behavior for Darth Pyrrhus's newest apprentice.

She returned after a few minutes, in the suit, with the helmet tucked under her arm.

 

[Vrag]

[5/20]
Objective: Train the [REDACTED]
Location: Jungle
Allies: OS​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwJk7gPB6SA​

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Like good boys and girls she knew them to be, the remaining graug had all said yes. Some with enthusiasm, some with defeat, and yet others with apathy, but all of them had bowed their heads to the supreme authority in the room. Glade. Whatever.

She'd sent P-1 and P-10 off with the throng to escort them back to the massive Savan-class carriers waiting on the hordes of graug to be flown off to receive some proper training and discipline, Sith style.

Vrag didn't expect it would take them too long, all things considered, and she was particularly gleeful at the prospect of introducing the hardy species to the Shapers of Legion Yun'Do, but those were fantasies for another time. She still had ten of her [REDACTED] with her, and they had barely gotten started.

Gratos wasn't a small planet by any means, and due to its many natural obstacles — from thick jungle underbrush to the relief of the ground itself — traversing any stretch of terrain was made much more difficult. Still, if such a small thing could stop them, none of them would be where they were now. The whole unit was comprised of those who would rather blow a hole clean through a wall than admit defeat, and that meant two things, in this case.

One, they'd comb through every square meter of that karking forest to find the last of the resisting graug; and two, they would be damn efficient about it. Nobody exactly loved to sweat their life away under thick plating in the hot and humid atmosphere of a jungle; them being professionals simply meant they wouldn't complain as much.

With a quick glance over her shoulder, Vrag cast one last look at the now abandoned temple, wondering for a moment if there were indeed gods that appreciated the worship and prayer offered to them by the abducted graug. It didn't seem likely, considering that they hadn't come to their aid when they'd needed it the most; what kind of a god would let their devout fall under the blades of the enemy?

And a blaspheming enemy no less?

No, Vrag concluded, quietly. There are no gods here.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=12+2=14]​

Objective: Objective B – Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: Inside the facilities
Allies: One squad of Sitherhood troopers (minus one)
Enemies: An annoying Dark Jedi

Melori decided that she could prolong the fight no longer and launched an all-out power assault, pummelling her quarry with Force shoves and two-handed slashes, kicking at his legs and ... finally ... rocking him back on his heels.

He gave ground, struggling to regain the initiative, letting her in so close that soon the only weapon he had left was his head.
So he used that, slamming his brow into her throat.

She stumbled back, the lump in her throat made it difficult to breathe. "A head butt?" she gasped, grinning despite herself. "Are you joking?"

As she regained her breath and stepped back, he pushed at her, following so close she could barely bring her elbows to bear. After two steps, she gave up and tried another tactic, bringing a knee up into her attacker's groin so hard it lifted him off his feet.

And that was when she smelled something acrid and familiar. She glanced down to find the emitter nozzle of his lightsaber pressed to her thigh, his thumb still on the activation switch and a column of vaporized flseh rising between their bodies.

"Kark," she gasped. She tumbled backward, her leg exploding in fiery pain, her vision already starting to narrow. "Good one."

When he deactivated his lightsaber and tried to step free, she tried to pull him down with her, but her strength was gone, and he pulled free effortlessly. So she took the only option available and helped him along, giving him the strongest Force shove she could manage.
He went flying into the wall behind, both arms flailing and badly off-balance. Still, it looked like he would catch himself and recover – until his lightsaber touched the top of the ceiling and burned through in a bright flash. The durasteel did not yield far, only a few centimetres at most.

But it was enough. He’d hit a mains cable and the saber blade took the full force of the power before the local system shut down, plunging them into darkness.

She smelled the burned flesh and cursed aloud. Now she’d never know why he was here.

 

[Komo]

Objectives: Exploring the Lost Lands
Location: In the ruins somewhere
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: None yet
[3/20]

The place was calling her. The pull and attraction was strong. Greta would go, and soon enough. But firstly, like all best friends do, she would take a photo of the surroundings with her datapad and proceed to holomail it to [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] along with the coordinates of her current location on the map. The picture would show the decrepit ruins surrounding her, with that mysterious looking flat-roofed building not too far ahead in the distance. The blonde would add in the following captions underneath the picture.

Possible ancient artifact with an incredibly alluring dark side signature up ahead. It is not something you would want to miss out on. I won't be waiting here for long, so get your lazy rear here and show up. Oh and say hi to Setzi for me. With that done and said, Greta would tap the send button, and the mail should reach the Togruta in hardly any time at all.

In the meantime, the curious and inquisitive nature in her kicked in, and she slipped out the filmsiplast notebook that she had carefully stowed in the front pocket of the environmental suit. Going around to each of the towering totem-like ruins in the surroundings, the blonde would do her best to sketch out the pillars itself, taking care to note and detail down the intricate patterns as well as writing down her observations and other notes. She wondered when Tanek would come, or if he would come. She might have to go exploring alone after all.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Post: 14/20.
Objective E. Escape the Swamp.
Location: A tree.
Allies: The Force.
Enemies: Environment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A moment’s distraction and despite her fervent flailing, Ophidia fell. Her foot slipped on the slimy swamp-lichen and the world turned upside down. Still air turned into wind as gravity took her into its cruel embrace, and then something hard crashed into her abdomen and halted her descent quite abruptly. A sickening crunch sounded inside her as ribs cracked, and desperately, she clung to the wooden surface with her arms. The pain was excruciating, and as she clambered, she felt a warm liquid spread over the inside of her clothes. Gasping for breath, she clambered on to the branch and pulled herself up with a strained grunt. Blood trailed down the front of her black robe and stained the lichen to a dark red.

“Oh Kark.”

Her usually firm voice cracked under the pain. Clenching her hand to her wound, she checked that her frogs were still safe in her satchel. The sealed containers were all there and undamaged. The frogs appeared a little scrambled, but otherwise safe. Ophidia drew breath heavily as she moved her hand from her wound to check the damage. Her hand was bright red, and she looked to where she had been hanging to see the culprit: The stump of a broken branch. Now, it was dark with her blood, and another trial had been set on the Pale Assassin: Do not bleed out. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Double Kark.”[/SIZE]

At least she could still draw breath. Breath was life, and life was opportunity.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[2/20]
Objective: B - Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: I'm on a shuttle!
Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Darth Invidia"]

"We can do that." The Togruta agreed with a nod. He didn't mind making a detour so she could get value out of their trip as well. For once, he was making compromises to his own design. But they both got what they wanted in the end, and as his official apprentice, her growth and progress was one of his paramount concerns. Honestly, he was glad and proud of the way she was getting involved with Sith business, and experimenting with her own research. The Jedi would surely not give her as much liberty to conduct whatever experiment she desired, as he would.

He agreed to her concerns, and sent a Nautolan off to prepare anti-toxins and medpacs. He wasn't 100% what they had or how much, but the Nautolan would certainly be able to provide them with key essentials. Poor guy, he had hardly returned with suits before he was sent off playing fetch again. Though he was robbed of the view from her changing, he would endure, knowing the crew suffered the same cruel fate. Instead, they would get to feast their eyes on the Togruta, as he changed outfits and got into the environmental suit. The crew averted their eyes and went back to business...

By the time Setzi returned, the Nautolan runner had returned with medical equipment. He shared it between the two of them, ensuring that should they get separated, they'd both have the necessary support. It was around that time that he received a picture from Greta Kohler. She was on Gratos? Very interesting. The picture and the text that followed with it was enough to catch his attention.

"Greta Kohler says hi" he said to Setzi, passing on her greeting. "Look at this" he held up the datapad, showing her the picture Greta had sent. "This looks interesting. I think we should investigate" that area looked like it had been abandoned ages ago. Though had the creatures who used to dwell within been driven away, or somehow remained, further corrupted by the Dark Side? Or, perhaps, for once, they'd be free to explore unopposed. "Do you think you could find something useful for your research there?" They could kill three birds with one stone. Now that is efficiency.

Regardless, the Sith duo would step aboard a prepared shuttle, and be on their way towards the planet's surface. Unless something else was said, their destination was for Greta. Tanek would also send her a message, stating that it looked very promising and they were coming to meet her. While Greta sketched her surroundings, the shuttle would likely make its way down near her.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=13+2=15]​

Objective: Objective B – Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: Inside the facilities
Allies: One squad of Sitherhood troopers (minus one)
Enemies: Lots of stuff really, herself mainly

Melori lay in the darkness. Sleep felt really good about now. If it weren't for the excruciating pain in her leg, she'd probably try.

For a full five minutes she remained on her back and wondered how long she'd have to endure the agony, when the Sitherhood troopers caught up with her. Within minutes she'd been pumped with meds, bacta and had her leg wrapped.

"Any more foes," she asked, once she trusted her voice again.

The collective shaking of heads said no and then a trooper brought her a collection of goodies she'd collected from the dead man. "Check them out, I need to know why he was here. Was he waiting for us, or was it coincidental?"

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: B - Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: On the Shadow-Class Corvette
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Invidia"]
Posts: 2/20

Setzi helped the Nautolan attendant pack up her gear with anti-toxins and medical equipment. Darth Pyrrhus then came over to show her something on his datapad. While she wasn’t sure who Greta Kohler was, the young woman sounded like a friend to her Master. Setzi welcomed the company for two reasons. She felt that she was merely in service to the darkside. It wasn’t a lifestyle for her as it was for some Sith Knights and Lords. But time would only tell if her soul would be corrupted by the power of the most malevolent energy in the galaxy. Based on ancient Sith teachings this degradation would happen over time if one chose an absolute devotion to the Jen'ari and his/her minions. She didn’t embrace the idea, but there was no other way now. Setzi had chosen her fate. Point being, it would be nice to have another friend.

But her company would also be beneficial due to the dangers they may face on Gratos. The three of them would be able to cover each other and keep a watchful eye while the investigation was underway.

She examined the information sent by Darth Invidia. “It does look unique,” Setzi remarked. “I’ve never really seen anything like it. And yes, any type of abandoned structure will have poisonous fungus, insects and plants around it. I’m sure I can find something. Which reminds me that we should be careful of any traps or tripwires that could be laced with ancient Sith poison."

With that, she pulled out a small device, smiled at Tanek and said, “It’s the alchemists’ friend.”

In her hand was an electronic Poison Detector.

 

[Vrag]

[6/20]
Objective: Train the [REDACTED]
Location: Jungle
Allies: OS​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6RUg-NkjY4&index=181​

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While a firm unbeliever, to the point where she'd use her fists to prove it, Vrag wasn't beyond wishing that those gods were, in fact, alive. The sentiment didn't come often, and even then only briefly, but the firrerreo would admit to succumbing to that weakness, from time to time.

It was usually when the sun was in its zenith above a particularly humid planet (such as Gratos, for example), and the Hand was adorned in her typical heavy armor (such as Vonduun Skerr Ygdris, for example), and she'd been trudging through thick underbrush and corpses for an improperly long period of time (such as half a day, for example); it was under such conditions that the woman was very fleetingly subject to a profound desire to be counted amongst those who identified themselves with a certain religion.

The feeling passed, of course, at the next crest of the rolling landscape, when the sprawling greenery finally opened up to reveal a large clearing in the midst of the woods, and the [REDACTED], together with their leader, all took in deep lungfuls of fresh air.

Or, fresher air, at any rate.

Sweat, blood, and heat did not mix all too well, and even with the insulation provided by the Vonduun while the rebreather that took care of any unpleasant odors, this workday wasn't exactly one of the best she'd had. It was probably right there in the middle with the blistering heat of the desert that had scorched at her back on Ord Mirit, a sensation only amplified by the proximity of the flames that her Nuhlrokka would spit at the enemies of the Dark Lord.

Ah, good times!

Speaking of Nuhlrokka; an Otliq free of its riders had been following the group for a while now, flitting low above the treeline as they tracked the eleven murderers on foot, waiting until an opening in the near-impenetrable canopy presented itself so that they might swoop down and do what they were trained to do. As their buzzing grew louder, the figures in the clearing readied themselves for the somewhat tricky maneuver of mounting a Nuhl as it breezed past them with the speed of a gallopping horse, and almost as one, the [REDACTED] and the Hand rose to the skies on the backs of their battle-bugs.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: B, Explore some catacombs
Location: The Ruins of Groxus
Allies: [member="Darth Invidia"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Callidus"]
7/20

The Sith Lord's red blade slashed right through Darth Callidus' body, and as it did, the man and his blade dissipated like a mist of smoke. It turned out that there was not one, but two of Sage's Doppelgangers attacking Callidus. The real flesh and blood Sage was scurrying ahead of the Zabrak, hoping that man was too distracted to notice him stealing away.

Like a fox, Sage sniffed the air. The Abattar's heady scent seemed to be coming from the next room. Looking over his shoulder for signs of an angry Zabrak, he made his way inside one of the tombs. The aura lead him to a wall of crumbling stone. Squatting down, Sage began to dig through the rocks, his fingernails scraping over stone until they bled. Eventually, there was a glimmer. With widened eyes, Sage pulled out a silver chain from which a pendant hung, an aquamarine stone was surrounded by six triangular wedges. The Abattar.

He wondered again who it was that he sensed. There was another dark-sided intruder in the catacombs, but was he or she foolish enough to try and steal what was now rightfully his.

OOC Note

Spoiler

[member="Darth Callidus"], since you haven't posted in a while, I'm going to continue without you

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Objective: Objective B – Investigate the Lost Lands
Post 1/20
Location: Inside the facilities
Allies: One squad of Sitherhood troopers [member="Darth Timoris"]
Enemies: None at the moment.

Vandra was still new to this how ever she kept her cool and kept her lightsaber close to her as she simply looked around the facility for anymore foes.

This place gives me the creeps sometimes. but i hope to find more prey along our journey.



She was anxious for battle it was her trait nd she couldnt wait to finally use her lightsaber to finally have her first kill

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=14+2=16]​

Objective: Objective B – Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: Inside the facilities
Allies: One squad of Sitherhood troopers (minus one) | @Vandra
Enemies: Lots of stuff really, herself mainly (pride, arrogance, you name it really)

She got to her feet and sensed a new presence. The troopers parted around the newcomer, so clearly they were at ease with whoever it was. She saw a Sith she'd never met before - but given their numbers that was quite normal. Melori looked her up and down. She seemed to be an Acolyte - but there was something else. A sense of feistiness. The Force did not tell her, rather it was the young woman's demeanour. She looked as though she was itching to kill something - a feeling Darth Timoris felt on a regular basis, but like any hunger, she had a particular taste. Jedi. Republic Jedi to be precise.

"So, what have you found?" she asked of the young woman, curious to see if she brought any new information. "And who are you?"

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Post 2/20
[member="Darth Timoris"] I am Vandra i am the new recrute to the order and of echani birth. as of what i have found was very little im afraid.

When the young woman spoke to the Darth before her she could tell there was a hint of nervousness when she adressed her as if her presence intimidated the young girl for a moment but she could tell within was a beast just waiting for the moment to be released

 

[Darth Atrox]

Objective: B
Location: The Abbatar's Chasm
Allies: Nobody
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]

As the blades swept through the Sith's body, realization struck the mind of Darth Callidus, and he let out a bellow that echoed throughout the labyrinth of the catacombs. The Dark Side had filled his body, infusing it with power and malice. The Zabrak leaped forward like a Graug, sprinting along, as if he knew exactly the path to the Abbatar and his enemy. Or was it enemies? He was unsure, but his blade wasn't.

"Bane!"​

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The Knight gave a deep guttural growl as he halted at the entrance of the chasm, sweat beading on his temples, his black hazard suit blending with the dank environment. His lightsaber was held out before him, his stance short and shoulder-width, ready to murder the trapped beast stuck in the corner, with what he was after. The Abbatar was infusing him with the Dark Side ever more, and he expected that it was to Sage also.

The Zabrak had the air of a predator around him, the snarls and the growls, the instinct to murder the 'small' burden ahead of him. Well, he was small to him as adrenaline altered his perceptions of fear.

"Hand it over."​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Post: 15/20.
Objective E. Escape the Swamp.
Location: A tree.
Allies: The Force.
Enemies: Environment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the first order of things, she took steps to prevent herself from bleeding out. With a violent rip, she tore a wide strip from her clothes and tied it tightly around her waist to put pressure on the nasty wound. It was painful, but she let it fuel her. However, she knew she could not run on willpower and the Force indefinitely. Ophidia leaned on the trunk of the tree, clutching the satchel with the poison frogs tightly to her chest. Her breath was ragged with the mixture of pain and rushing adrenaline. How would she get out of this jungle, she had a way to go just an instance ago. Trust the force was a common saying. The Force had not let her down; she had lost concentration. Her sloppiness almost got her killed.

Success or death; that is what you swore. You are better than this and you will survive.

She closed her eyes briefly, and felt the bark of the tree against the skin at the back of her head. Upon opening her eyes again, she let go of the satchel, leaving it to hang from its’ strap at her side. She jumped and caught a branch above her. Pulling herself up, she jumped to another, and another, until she was back to the branch from which she had slipped. She had to concentrate. If she fell off once more, she might not survive. Hoisting herself onto the branch, she took a running start and used the tension in the branch to launch herself into a jump. This time, she caught herself perfectly on the next branch. The soles of her boots slid over the swamp-lichen, but this time she was prepared and used the momentum to drive herself forward along the branch. Before her momentum slowed down, she threw herself onto another branch and used it as a springboard to launch herself onto another thick branch. Upon landing, she held her side. The cloth was wet with blood already, and sweat was beading on her forehead.[/SIZE]

 

[Geneva Wessiri]

Location: Surface of Gratos | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: A
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: Enemies of the One Sith
Post: [ 01/20 ]

Woot woot! Gratos, here I come, Rylan thought to himself. This time, the One Sith were on Gratos, the land of the a little bit strange Graug species. He had to admit, there were some similarities between him and them, although it wasn't anything too significant. They were hideous in appearance, that's what united them. But other than that, there was not a lot.

But this time he wouldn't try to meet these people. Instead, he was there to gain some materials for himself. Something he could use later in life.

So he was there to find some poisonous stuff. Nothing in particular, but something that could be useful int he future and something that he could find at all. He was not the best expert of poisons and toxic stuff, but he sure did love salvaging things. So if he got a chance to do that, what else would he do than use the chance?

That meant he was in the forests of Gratos, trying to find some crazy plants which would be poisonous. Or anything at all that he could use. He didn't know a lot about the planet, but he did know there had to be plants which would release chemicals which would then be used to create poison. Or something.

 

[Vrag]

[7/20]
Objective: Train the [REDACTED]
Location: Jungle
Allies: OS​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ejsM0VF-Os​

She'd first had this sort of fun on Fresia, as they had flown far and wide to weed out all the insurgents that would seek to overthrow the absolute dominion of the Dark Lord over their planet. None had escaped the watchful eye of the Otliq then, and none would do so now, jungle and shade be damned.

Not when all of them were equipped with the Dhaladii.

Once, Vrag had thought the recognizable cut of the horned helmet in the crowd was a boon, and she still did — by now, everyone knew to look for it when the One Sith set foot on a planet, and to expect nothing but conquest delivered with great efficiency and the least amount of care — and it was exactly why it was time to consult the Shapers of Legion Yun'Do and task them with creating twelve sister creations to the Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii, to be borne with pride by the [REDACTED], if the situation so required.

Because few things were more terrifying than not knowing who to fear. With a single, distinguishable Hand of the Dark Lord carving her way across the battlefield, you at least knew who to avoid, but with thirteen of those doing so at the same time?

Of course they weren't foolish enough to believe that all of them were the Hand of the Dark Lord… but they also had no way of knowing who was, and Vrag counted on that paralyzing horror to hold her enemy in the lock of abject dread, as they would fall like trees caught in a relentless storm.

And for that, she needed them all to resemble her visage during wartime, and she needed them to fight like she fought, to strengthen the illusion, to throw even the more experienced among her foes off her scent, and, ultimately, to provide the skilled [REDACTED] with the best equipment possible to wreak havoc with whoever dared oppose them.

And they had obeyed the Supreme Commander, for respect was held for the art she brought to war, and because the Hunters and Slayers of the Legion were represented greatly in the ranks of the [REDACTED]. It was why they had scoured the marshes of Selvaris, one by one, to seek out their own amphistaff, and to find the right brood of Vonduun Skerr Kyrric from which their Ygdris would thence be shaped.

It had been a long process, full of arduous work on everyone's part, but the end result was well worth it; in essence, Vrag would never again stand alone, even in the thick of combat.

Or with the wind howling past her ears.

Whichever it was, the power that lay in their unity persisted throughout, and it was oh so intoxicating.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=15+2=17]​

Objective: Objective B – Investigate the Lost Lands
Location: Inside the facilities
Allies: One squad of Sitherhood troopers (minus one) | [member="Vandra"]
Enemies: Temporarily shelved

Melori listened to Vanda – as that was apparently her name. She added little and whereas some might have dismissed her from the group at this point, a part of Melori remembered what it was like to be young and alone.

Not that she was going to be soft on her. They were Sith, not Jedi. Only the worthy lived – not the molly-coddled. But she accepted that this place and even her own – blood-splattered appearance was intimidating. Not as scary as a rancor, or half the Sith she knew – but in her currently weakened state, she decided to let it pass.

Sooner or later the Acolyte would be tested and then she could show her true mettle.

“Scout ahead and tell us what you see,” she ordered the Acolyte. “I’ll catch you up, trust me.”