Where the Kath Hounds Roam (Primeval Dominion of Dantooine)

[Reverance]

Killing and purging...

Words across the winds were merely words. But in their utterance, they carried meaning, and they carried purpose. A shaky truce was formed between the One Sith and this group, the Primeval. Well, perhaps today, that alliance could become something more, a relationship born of bone and baptized in blood. And it would pour from the mountain...

"Should we helm the primeval?"
"For what?" Growled the hand upon his throne.
"For permis..."
"Permission?" Gabriel stood and would have kicked the seat from it's position, had it not been bolted down. "The day I ask for permission to kill is the day you bury me...Helmsman."

Gabriel strode down his throne in slow steps, his cold gaze upon the planet of grass and oceans. "Tell them I'm on my way...or don't. It matters little to me." Anger bred within him to overwhelming levels, a body pushed to the limit amidst all the damage and disappearances. It was hard work laying to waste so many planets, and the Lord of Pain was starting to feel the wear and tear. Nevertheless, he maneuvered down the hallway, towards the hangar, as The Right Hand shifted on the outreaches, prepared to assist in fleet battle should it be needed.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Packs the likes of which were never seen before or after that day flooded the settlements of the planet. Those poor farmers were left horror-stricken and defenseless in the face of such danger, the trademark grasslands of Dantooine all but gone beneath the paws of hundreds. Kath hounds descended upon one village after the other, feasting on flesh without care or mercy. At the helm of the swarm ran the apex predator, the leader of the horde; a massive albino hound, whose once white horns were now red with the blood of the primitives.

Xe had never imagined what goring a man would feel like, but if asked, Laguz was now uniquely equipped to explain, in painful detail, how exactly it felt like. Xir feet pounded the very earth beneath xem into submission as the wind whistled by xir ears, and then the pack crested another hill, greeting the terrified citizens with a cacophony of howls.

Time to collect more empirical evidence. Xe would hate to be wrong.

[member="Reverance"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

The cold woman standing before him sure didn't mince words did she? The Chiss let out a long dramatic sigh and spread his hands. "Fine, Miss Aj'Rou, I will cut right to the chase. First, I would like your agreement that you or your operatives will not further kidnap any Red Raven members in order to indoctrinate them with your dogma. Secondly, I would like to ask for a defensive and offensive military alliance in the interest of collective security for both of our organizations."

He hastily added. "I'd also like you to make sure that Sith Hutt in your jurisdiction doesn't touch my brother again."

"What do you get out of this? Well, the Red Ravens are criminals, so we do not have an official military, but believe me, with the amount of cutthroat mercenaries and slicers in our ranks, we hit just as hard as one." Here, the Chiss balled his hand into his fist and smashed it into his palm. "As a measure of good faith, I have provided you with some troops and droids for your operation to 'take care of' the locals." Cryax used air quotes during the phrase, "take care of."

Hands folded behind him, rocking on his heels, Bane regarded her with steely alien red eyes as he awaited this so-called Host Lord's response.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Kitsune]

[member='Unit 843']

"I...I don't remember you being on the ship." Kitsune responded in shock. Unit 843 was a...special droid. A special droid she did not particularly like. But Primeval's orders to have him on board. And it was the best place to be.

"Just...Just do your thang." Kitsune responded in an awkward tone of voice. She struggled with the ways of the streets, the streets of Dantooine, which had a distinctive hip-hopsy jive.

She turned around in embarrassment and went back to mandating orders to exterminate wildlife, with the hunter packs fanning out an beginning a one-sided massacre of wildlife.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Investigate Crystal Cave​

Location: Dantooine​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik / 10 Primeval Soldiers​

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They entered the darkened cave using torches to illuminate their path. Through the Force she could feel a tugging on her mind and body as if it was pulling her to some unseen force within the cave. She couldn't explain it nor did she really feel threatened by it. But it was there. The group reached a fork in the cave and after some thought, she tapped Tag on his right arm, held up 5 fingers, and then pointed to the right. With a sigh, he took the troops with him and left.

She led the reaming five down the left corridor until they could see a figure outlined by the massive colours radiating off the crystal formations. She stopped a few feet from the yellow haired man and pointed at him then the exit. Her troops took up position on either side of her. When the man refused to acknowledge her, she repeated the process again.


[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja was quite pleased with his response, how lucky for the Host Lord that the one she's dealing with is of the reasonable sort. "Done, it's an acceptable deal... However, I'd be interested in having you join us on our walk , my companions here will be following me into a cave said to contain relics of the past. Crystals as valuable as they are powerful. I'm sure you wouldn't want to pass up the opportunity.", she made sure to emphasis on the word valuable. If she knew one thing about Crime Lords is that they cared more about credits than they did power... Well to them , credits were the source of all power in the galaxy.

With that in mind she gestured to [member="Mikkel Markov"] to follow, hoping that [member="Cryax Bane"] would do the same.

 

[Arage Bao]

Who are they anyway? Call themselves the Primeval. Never heard of 'em. Because you haven't been paying attention to real space lately. Fair enough, what they do? Religion. Anything else? Zealots on a crusade, it ain't pretty. Do we care? Not really. So what do they actually believe in, what kind of Gods?

He told him and him laughed.

Do they actually exist? The chaos gods from beyond the veil sure did, we still have the scars to prove it. Doesn't really answer the question though, now does it? We have examined realspace for a while now, no gods in sight. At least if you don't count that guy with the leather pants and shirts that spontaneously combust.

So?

They probably do exist, just not in this reality.

Hmm. I don't like that hmm. What do you mean? It usually means we are about to do something- fun? That is one way of putting it.

 

[Garza]

Objective Two: Protect the Crystal Caves

Troops could be heard. Moving about left and right. Their gear shaking and clanging in the rock hallways made from the natural formations of the planet. The splashing of the little streams of water that were on the ground. Slowly eroding away at the rock. Boots and shoes made noise. However, I did not. I had my head bowed down. Just listening as the stomping stopped. Looking slowly up, I could see a woman point at me, then at the door. Not speaking at all.

I smiled. And without saying a word, went to work.

In the blink of an eye, I had gathered a force blast within my left hand, and sent if flying towards the right flank. Knocking down two of them hard enough that I could have killed them, however, I restrained myself from doing so. I would only kill unless necessary. I could feel the force pounding through my veins as I threw my hammer. Literally threw it like a ball. With the curved throw, it slung around to smack into the head of the other three men still standing before coming back to my hand.

"Good leaders don't stand behind men. They stand in front of them."

I dropped my hammer with a dull thud onto the ground. Reaching for my lightsaber, I activated only one of the blades. Using it much like a long handled lightsaber.

"Let me see if thou are worthy to carry such a title Miss."

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"],

 

[Reverance]

Killing and Purging...
[member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

"Did you need this?"
"What...a flamethrower?"
"Yeah, you used it on Selvaris."
"Ah yeah...good times." He shook his head as he tapped the shotgun on his thigh, walking out of sight of the awkward trooper, seemingly wanting to appease the Lord of the Ship. "I have this, it's all I'll need." He headed into the hangar.

::Helmsman, inform the Primeval that the Hand of the One Sith is approaching. For...recreational activities.:: He decided that telling the faction that the random star viper was an ally might be a good idea after all. Grandstanding aside.
::Of course.::

::Host Lord of the Primeval...this is The Right Hand, flagship of the Hand of the One Sith. We are here to assist your endeavors. Please advise.::

Words or not, Gabriel wasn't one for waiting around and twiddling his thumbs. The Sith Lord strapped on his bandoleer of 12 gauge slugs, chambering the five standard rounds into the old weapon, before closing the ramp behind him. With a kick of the ignition, the Star Viper parted ways with The Right Hand. The aim, to enter the planet unmolested, with the chance to shoot some people. Good times.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Dantooine enroute to Ruined Base
Objective: C Secure Base
General NPCs: Some? Shall update when confirmed.
Chiasa specific NPCs: 2 R.I.C.O. Units

In theory this was likely meant to be someone else's job, but it had to be done and those who were meant to do it weren't present, so someone the orange skinned Twi'lek wound up being sent to oversee the troops and droids Cryax had committed to supporting their new 'allies'. And wasn't that suspicious by itself.. Something was going to have to be done about that soon, the Sith were taking liberties again. They'd forced the Ravens to ally with the Black Sun as well and look how that had turned out. Still, once could always hope that this alliance would end better than the last.

The list of objectives they'd been given however made that suspect. Purging and razing were not exactly the Diplomats style, those were potential assets that were being wasted. This was the problem with fighting alongside zealots when all you really wanted was a profit. That and they might eventually decide to do something about the unbelievers standing next to them. Religion as a whole was just not a very good idea as far as she could see, but since no one had asked her.. After the last incident with Subteroths and hippie-Hutts she was in no hurry to go trapaising off underground either.

Which left Capturing and Defending the ruined base. Well that didn't seem terribly distasteful, and the droids were pre-programmed and the organics knew what they were doing so fine, she'd go with that. Keep her own skin intact, help the crazies, get kudos, snarl at Sith and go home. Walk in the park. As the drop ship she was in flew over some of the Primevals forces she hoped ferverently that [member="Cryax Bane"] had made sure they knew the Ravens were coming in as friendlies.

Regular people gave up if you shot at or scared them enough, or could be reasoned with. Zealots could not.

She briefly thought of the one being she knew on the planet, and hoped that [member="Shule Windspeaker"] was somewhere far away today, several systems over hopefully.

 

[Arage Bao]

We could pretend to be one of them. Which one? Let's do Sargon. You mean the hulking mass of tentacles, that doesn't talk and generally is considered as not having a proper mind of his own? I never said it was going to be easy. Think of it this way, if they really do believe in this Godly stuff we don't even have to be entirely true to the lore, because what do humans now about gods, right? Thinks bout it.

Mmmm. You are making a good point. Right? It worries me immensely, so if we do this, where do we start? Could always pick the informal leader, Anna they call her, or at least it is what she calls herself. Potential with the stuff? So and so, esoteric, still learning the more intermediate aspects as far as I can sense. Does she believe? Crisis of faith, that one.

To do with the entire crusade and what they are doing here. Go more Intel? Nope, but I can get it probably.

Please do.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel nodded and, making sure Delyna was close behind, followed [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] to the caves. With this cave so powerful, there must be Jedi nearby guarding it Mikkel thought. With this in mind, Mikkel slung his rifle onto his back and unholstered his slugthrower pistol and powered it up. Based on the damage it did to the last jedi I encountered, this slugthrower is the best weapon for this job.

Following Anja into the cave, Mikkel turned on the HUD for his helmet and aimed his gun forward, ready for an attack.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Investigate Crystal Cave​

Location: Dantooine​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik / 10 Primeval Soldiers​

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She watched as two of her troops went crashing. Then watched again as the reaming three went down leaving her alone to face the man. She didn't want to fight him for he bore her no ill will, but she will defend herself. She ignited her own lightsaber, sending the yellow blade humming through the air and cracked her neck. She twirled the blade once and fell into her lightsaber form. She looked at the men laying on the ground and sighed. If it came down to it, she would send them into the unknown if it meant her life.

She extended her left arm out and raised her hand to him. With a gesture, she encouraged the man to attack her. She could sense he was stronger in the Force than she was, but she carried a deadly secret with her. Would she use it, it was up to this man to decide.


[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Kitsune]

The first batch of corpses were brought by her Hunter-Seeker droids: a few human farmers and large cavemen-like Dantari. What the actual hell, what were the Mandalorians feeding their damn people? Or was this a series of incestuous 'experiments' gone wrong...

Whatever the reason was, Kitsune ordered the Hunter-Seekers to stop bringing her humanoid corpses because she had no interest in them...But on the other hand, civilization meant wealth. She created another mandate for her droids, "Bring me all of their wealth."

Boarding her wheel bike, Kitsune moved towards seeking the center of civilization.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja received a message from the Sith... Actually it as one of her guards but nonetheless she decided it was her job to respond. "We need to purge the local primitives, pesky, there's a base we're interested in holding, and rumors of Jedi who hold claim somewhere n this world...Don't eliminate the Kath hounds, they're under our influence now.", she responded to the hand. Who was he anyway? She didn't know much about their society, the last one she met was [member="Darth Vornskr"] who claimed to be the voice of a Dark Lord. However that worked was unknown to her.

"We're glad to have your assistance, Sith.", she added a further remark.

[member="Reverance"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Seems like she got betrayed. Betrayed by who? Ironically enough the head of their 'church', guy tried to grab the ultimate power and back stabbed her in the progress. Ouch. Yup, still want to do it? Oh yeah, definitely, this sounds like more fun than we have had in the last decade or so. Hey, that last trip was pretty entertaining. You forced me to stare at floating diamonds the size of ships for four hours, what is so fun about that? Artery and edgical revelation? That ain't even a real word.

Anyway, so how do you want to do this? Here? Nah, we would only get her killed and that might be funny for half a minute, it would only bring us back to square one. You have a point. So what do we do now then? Theorize on what is going happen next, probably. You think the scruffy-looking dude is going to ride those turkeys into the fray of battle? Hmm? Oh that is Je'gan, let's not talk about that one.

Why not? I might have killed him once. Ouch. I might also have been part of the cause of his wife's death. Double ouch. Yup. Why?

Long story.

We got the time,

True.

 

[Faye Terrik]

Objective: Purge local resistance (A)
Looking for accomplices: Yes
Company: Five man death squad.
Location: Small Dantarian Village

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It was good to be back in the grand scheme of things, having returned from the hell that she had fell near victim to. There was a fresh invigoration of violence and chaos as the billions of beings were raptured to the Netherworld. In their absence, their neighbors did not hesitate to take their belongings, and while the One Sith conquested the desolated Core worlds, the Primeval took a liking to the Outer Rim.

At the first chance of potential bloodshed, Faye did not hesitate to obligate herself in it. Many of the Primeval, who's beliefs that were once absurd suddenly seem more realistic, had pushed their way to Dantooine, continuing an aggressive campaign of bloodshed and religious zealousy.

The ship Faye was on had given a brief scan, giving a general lay of the land. Forested, with the primitive Dantarians having villages scattered through-out the land. Their designs were basic, using rocks and wood instead of durasteel. This would allow for easier decimation on Faye's part. She had chosen her accomplices, a small group of Sith infantry, whom had been capable during the battle of Kashyyyk. Each of them carried their traditional gear, coupled with a belt of incendiary weapons for maximum destruction.

According to the maps which had been just recently scanned, it appeared that there was a warrior camp, or possibly some sort of hunting station, on the outskirts of the the village. This was to be where they started, eliminating the most dangerous and trained Dantarian first. Their ship touched down and Faye approached the hut-like structure. Surely, they had no idea of what was happening on other parts of their own planet, or else there would have been no welcoming committee.

The leader of the outpost approached the Knight and five men, offering a make-shift welcome, bearing no gifts for the unexpected visitors. Faye reached to her belt, and ignited her lightsaber as she swung at the patriarch. The blade brought a fast death to the man as he fell to the ground. The others stepped back, and others ran, as they likely went for their weapons, or to warn the others. The patriarch would just be the first of many.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She stood poised and ready to fight. She waited and waited for the man to attack. While she did, she looked around the cave and over the shoulder of her potential foe at the beautiful colour schemes from the cave. She wanted a new crystal for her lightsaber and if time allowed for it. She would pluck one before leaving the cave.

Now if this man would only attack she could finally do this. What he is waiting for?


[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Dantooine enroute to Ruined Base
Objective: Secure Base
General NPCs: Some? Shall update when confirmed.
Chiasa specific NPCs: 2 R.I.C.O. Units

"Did you want to set down outside and establish a perimeter or should we drop directly into the base? Our intel was hazy on what we might find there."

"How hazy?"

"We don't really have any."

"WHAT."

"Cryax just told us to go Ma'am. Let us off the leash so to speak."

The hulking Zabrak grinned at that. She had no idea who he was. Had he been a Raven for long or was he one of those who just hung around with a blaster waiting for a job? They were growing quickly, it was hard to keep track of. Once upon a time she'd known everyone. Her mind came back to the job and question at hand. Frigged if she knew, she wasn't a battlefield tactician, she was a diplomat. Galactic disputes, not dirty personal battlefields were her forte.

"And you might want to put this armour on."

"I certainly do not."

It was filthy, and had a hole in it. Likely why the last owner wasn't wearing it. It was centered over a rather vital area on most humanoids.

"Up to you Ma'am, but if you die.."

He trailed off and shrugged, not his problem. Yes. Good. Her eyes narrowed at him.

"One!"

One of the two R.I.C.O units on either side of her cocked it's head.

"If I die find this man, bite him in the area I programmed for you last time."

A return to its usual posture confirmed the order. Bayonet-like teeth and a lethal dose of electricity would make sure it was in this smartasses best interest to keep her breathing.

"I-"

"Shut up. Drop us directly in. I'd hate for our new friends to think we were holding back."

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Reverance]

Killing and Purging...
[member="Anja Aj'Rou"], @Luguz Vald

The star viper cut across the atmosphere, hot knife through the plasma and butter. As it extended and folded it's wings in a display of awesome, it set down within the outskirts of a trader village, rampant with distress and anger over the recent invasion of an alien force. Gabriel stepped out, the sounds of his boots echoing through the emptiness in the land surrounding the village, as his communications device opened up and lit the world with mechanical audio.

::The Host Lord has responded...she said she's glad to have our assistance.::
::See, the universe could use a bit more appreciat...::

He paused and held up the shotgun, firing a slug into a farmer who was curious about the landing of the Star Viper. Walking over, he sensed the sudden vigilance of the town, as he shot another round into the farmer. The trajectory was on par with surgical accuracy, metal carving flesh and dirt beneath, ending the man in the briefest of moments. The Sith Lord fed two more rounds into the shotgun as the comm chirped once more.

::Sir...::
::As I was saying...the universe could use a bit more appreciation. That's all. Going silent.::

He set the audio to low intensity vibration. After all, it was rude to interrupt a man in the middle of his business. Just rude.