Wow, This Faction Name Is Going To Make Things Confusing (Dominion's Hex Dominion of Ventooine)

[Darth Eversor]

Knowing all too well what these tricks were, Abraxas merely left himself wide open, embracing the pain and mockery of the illusion weaved by @Antherion. For what good would it do to demonstrate exactly how he had slaughtered those that were innocent to begin with? The defector could feel bony digits claw at his neck and throat, grimacing and clenching his teeth. His body began to tense as he felt every moment of the torture.

But he deserved it, all of it. But he would be damned if he would willingly be taken back to receive judgement under Darth Carnifex's good grace. Which wasn't any at all. And then suddenly and rather to much surprise, the Jedi - both of them stepped in to oppose the enemy of their own. With a great amount of confusion, Abraxas slumped to his knees from exhaustion, just barely clinging on to the material world.

The netherworld called for him, whispered doom and spelled out his inevitable damnation. But this wasn't the time, nor place. It was a warning.

Heavy breathing and muffled voices filled Abraxas' ears as he pulled himself back to his feet, staring daggers at the one that would dare attempt to face him.

"I owe you, Jedi..." he said under a ragged breath. "As for you... you should only feel so lucky that I'm about as able to fight as a mouse droid." Abraxas directed towards his assailant, chuckling weakly.

[member="Darius Sedaire"] | [member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Post: 2
Location: The Jungle
Nearby: [member="Abraxas"], [member="Darius Sedaire"], [member="Arken Lussk"]
Objective: Predation

At the man's words, his willingness to negotiate, his openness, Antherion lowered his hand. When he did, he put a little flourish into it though, one last flick of the wrist and precise, knuckle-cracking finger movement as he brought it down, like ending a dance routine, that made the illusion cling for just a half-second. An afterimage so the traitor could see his victims melt away into a pool of blood that runs into the ground, rather than just vanish. Another moment of hollow mockery, all he could offer. He made hollow mockery his art, because it gave him joy to do so.

He made a shaking, slight bow, his twisted body swaying for a moment as if it would keel over before righting itself unsteadily.

"As you desire, Jedi." He picked out the strains of compassion, that most execrable of weaknesses, in the voice of the Jedi. What was it like, living life without compassion? It was as though everyone else in the galaxy suffered from madness. The most basic, easy decisions would be muddied with concepts far beyond the realm of sense or sanity.

"I am Antherion, Lord Governor of Malachor and a servant of the rightful Emperor of Lorrd. I come alone." He glanced at the traitor after rattling off his titles with practiced ease. "Well, not at the start, but..." He indicated the man, then made a pointed slashing motion across his throat with his finger.

"So let us talk. My case is short, but the Jedi I know value austerity and brevity. And likewise, should you value truth and justice as much as you profess to, that man will depart in my custody." He raised both his hands, palms upwards, his gesture conciliatory. "He claims to hold information, but we Sith have walked with, are very familiar with Darth Eversor here. His contrition is meaningless. In whatever spirit he exists in, he continues to kill, and now he threatens us with exposure of precious information. He has not changed in his actions, only his targets. You do not condone my less civilized peers' lashing out, but you must understand our right ourselves and what is ours. Granting him asylum is an act of war against multiple recognized governments, and several shadow governments as well thanks to the machinations of some paranoids amongst us."

"This is no matter to be decided by strangers. This is a Sith internal affair, and we reserve the right to deal in our own matters as we see fit. Take not the burden of this mass-murderer onto yourselves, do not dye your hands with blood he spilled. He must be brought back to his family. They must decide his fate."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 1
Post: 6


Kay furrowed her brows as she listened to [member="Veiere Arenais"] while he explained himself during their ride up the lift. As far as she was aware, she had never met Cyril, but given the holes in her memory, she couldn't be certain. But he was someone that Veiere held in high regard. That much she knew, otherwise he wouldn't of put himself in this position that he had said was out of character for him.

She looked at him bilriefly when he spoke about his failures. Was she one of those failures too? Was Veiere working hard at doing whatever he could to 'save' her? Kay had other help, it didn't have to be entirely burdened on his shoulders. And there were times when she was alone that she had wondered if she was worth it at all. But Kay had released him from his responsibilities towards her, yet he had chosen to remain loyal to her. For that he had her utmost respect. He didn't push her or force her into anything and most of all, he didn't hurt her. Veiere was as much of an enigma to her as she was to herself.

"We all have things to atone for, decisions that we wish we could change. I don't think that your brother will be disappointed in your attempts. He knew the kind of person that you were and how you act. I don't think that he expected you to become like him. He seemed to have valued your point of view because it is different. And so do I..."

 

[Cedric Grayson]

A quiet sigh fell from Darius' lips.

"You're reaching here. We're not like other Jedi. We aren't soldiers, and we serve. We don't rule," Darius stated plainly, his voice utterly calm. "As for Lorrd, you're welcome to see the world for yourself. So long as you follow the laws of our Dominion, you could even assume your place as head of state if what you claim is true." The lightsaber found itself clipped to Darius' belt. The Jedi Knight did not seem all that bothered by the Sith, though his brow was furrowed with what one could assume was concentration.

"These governments you're talking about don't add up to much. There have been what, six Sith Empires in the past fifteen years? They all fall flat on their faces. The Dominion does not recognize their successor states galactic powers nor affords them the status of nations. Those Sith that have wizened up to the process have already joined the Dominion. Their positions and powerbases are secure here. That offer is open to you as well. We're on the zentih - your Sith allies are chasing a dream that has failed six times over." Darius stated, his gaze falling to [member="Abraxas"]. One of the town's medics had already begun trying to stabilize the wounded warrior.

"He is a murderer. Some might call him a monster even, but I'm not one to be the judge or the jury. The Dominion is about new beginnings, my friend, and the Jedi Code forbids me from harming a man that has surrendered himself to me. I have my ethics that I must follow."

Darius' lips pressed into a thin line. "This became an external matter when Abraxas turned himself in to my custody. It's no longer your own. If your Sith empires want to start a war over a single man, then let them. We'll rise to the occasion, and we won't lose. I've seen the intelligence reports," he paused, "Aside from that, for all that he may have done, Abraxas can repent. He'll do a lot more good in service than he will dead, wouldn't you think?"

Another pause. "I don't profess anything. Truth is a muddy relative thing, and justice is an abstract idea. I want to offer this man a chance to redeem himself for his past actions. The Sith regime forces people to act the way he has. His actions are not entirely his fault, but that of the regime you represent. The ideals of selfishness and dominance have destroyed the Sith. They create men like this. Is that really something worth promoting? A system that couldn't give a damn about you? Where all you have is your own mind for trusted company?"

Darius shook his head. "I don't think so. Everyone deserves a second chance - even Abraxas."



[member="Antherion"], [member="Abraxas"], [member="Arken Lussk"], [member="Shorarri"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: In orbit over Trian
Objective: 4
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 8/38

"Finally, the construction permits are issued"

"Deploy the construction teams! Commence excavation"

"Construction material orders sent"

Once the construction teams have deployed, alongside their equipment, the excavation work began in earnest. There was not much to do beyond excavation until the materials are delivered: the Trian authorities were much pickier on which materials to use. They wanted local materials to be used unless it was impossible to locally source materials. That much was understandable. But then there would be five holes on the ground, one for the foundations of each building. Dunames knew that it would take some time to get the materials in order, but that was not that big of a deal at this stage. How long exactly depends on what vehicles the hardware vendors have at their disposal as well as the local traffic conditions. Hopefully the traffic won't be that bad and the construction site will get the materials in order. Meanwhile, the soil dug up by the team has to be disposed of somewhere else, perhaps somewhere in the colony that requires land reclamation.

 

[Shorarri]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Shorarri paced the dying plains. A Sith had turned out to be the source of the disturbance. He lay wounded at the outer tree line. Shorarri watched him carefully, but made no move to help him. His wounds seemed grievous, but Kashyyyk's long history under tyrants like Sith had made him more cautious to trusting outsiders like the one before him. Still Darius spoke of accepting the man into the Dominion and Shorarri thought this foolish. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]How could they so easily accept someone who had actively opposed them? All too often this proved to be how outsiders made slaves of his people. By holding the hearts of wicked men so close to their bosoms. [I do not trust him, but if you wish to help him I will aid you] Shorarri growled. Still Shorarri kept his bowcaster level, as soon after another of the serpents neared. This one pleaded to take the Sith back into it's fold of venomous snakes. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Shorarri could not help but wonder,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Why don't we leave him to his kin, so that he may be buried by the weight of his past. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]But, again the Jedi's words rang true and Shorarri found himself feeling badly for thinking this. It was not his place to judge. The Jedi's words were wize and Shorari knew why his people regarded them as such fair warriors. All of Kashyyyk could learn something from them and Shorarri hoped to bring the wizened monk to his home world one day.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The second Sith began to work strange magics upon the one called Abraxas and Shorarri roared menacingly. His hand flew to the Machete that rested on his back. [You will leave this one to us wyrm!] Shorarri cried out, his temper on the verge of breaking. Shorarri was nice, but when dealing with evil men like these there could be no tolerance. It was men like these that had destroyed his village. [We should deal with him no longer! He is the enemy!] Shorarri roared again.[/SIZE]

[member="Darius Sedaire"]
[member="Antherion"]
[member="Abraxas"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Post Count: 5
Location: The Chimaera.
Associates: [member="Lady Kay"]

Kay had a point, the ideals in him that Cyril had praised were often things that he himself did not seem to uphold; it didn't do much to undermine the weight of their past though it was something, he supposed. "I don't think he expected Atrisia to become a warzone either, nor to lose his life down on it..." Veiere countered her support of him with what he presumed were facts, those that near burned at the back of his throat in speaking them. A part of the anger deep seated within him being influenced by his recent interest in pursuing the one that had done Kay wrong too; though he didn't look to her nor show her any display of frustration, rather he sought the transparent wall of the lift, watching as the rest of the vessel passed them by, floor after floor.

By the time they reached the corridor leading off one way to the bridge and the other to the command center of the Chimaera, Veiere stepped out with Kay at his side only for the Admiral to approach them. "We're coming about on Bosph, Veiere...-Won't be long before we exit the jump. I'll forward all communications to Command..." Vikras' voice quietened as he soon turned to acknowledge Kay, "Madame President, it's an honor to have you aboard the Chimaera. Should you require anything, the men are at your beck and call". Veiere waited until Vikras had returned to his station before leading Kay off in the opposite direction, speaking quietly "Vikras regrets leaving Commenor, though he'd never speak on it. His sense of duty is too strong to let personal desires stand in the way. Don't be surprised however by the fact that he still calls you Lady President...-You're move for "Queen" represents much of what we stood against when you were running for government, it's a reminder of what happened...".

Reaching the central room overseeing all operations across the StarDestroyer, Veiere led Kay to the circular table, large in its mass, it's surface hollowed out to display a holographic grid for the purpose of tactical imaging, world analysis and communications. The consoles across the outer rim of the table accessing all primary functions as well as mediating between the crew, prioritizing operations aboard the vessel itself. Here Veiere had the complete control over the starship, it was a room almost as vital as the bridge itself and few of the crew had the privileged of venturing into it without a stern reprimand. "You'll find your quarters through that door" He gestured to the far right side of the command deck, the room formerly Cyril's though she didn't need to know that. All of the mans belongings having been stored securely in Veiere's private holdings to ensure nothing was lost, the quarters held the basics, enough to keep her comfortable during her time on aboard. "Mine are there..." He added, gesturing to the left and soon turning back to her; "We'll soon depart for Bosph, best you gather your things...".

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [04/20]
Objective: 3
Proximity: [member="Darius Sedaire"], [member="Shorarri"], [member="Abraxas"], [member="Antherion"], @Dexen Yash

This was far too much stress than Arken had expected. Rather than facing down some nightmarish beast with claws as long as vibroswords and poison dripping from its monstrous fangs, he was instead witnessing some drama of the Sith ranks unfold before his very eyes. While initially very hostile to the situation, hair standing on end as he flicked his pistol out to bear on the aggressors, Master Sedaire's actions proved twofold that he was the aggressor.

And so, pride slightly hurt, the young man lowered his weapon.

Arken reserved himself to silence, watching, waiting. He had nothing beneficial to offer. After all, he was still just a padawan.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Post: 3
Location: The Jungle
Nearby: [member="Abraxas"], [member="Darius Sedaire"], [member="Arken Lussk"], [member="Shorarri"]
Objective: Deliberation

Antherion's expression was by and large solemn, though he allowed himself a brief, coy smirk at the Wookiee's roaring. It was unpleasant, of course, to listen to the subhuman's throaty, animal vocalizations, but in such cases it is necessary for the superior species to react, not with scorn, but with the amusement of an adult at the antics of a race of children. Some Wookiees had transcended their filthy Wroshyr roots to achieve the heights of the Sith, and earned their place at the table as equals. This one clearly had not. So he simply smiled at it, and turned his gaze back to the Jedi.

"I have my own eyes on Lorrd, Ser Sedaire, and have my own reasons for yet returning. I don't doubt that when I come back, I will find pleasure and pleasantry in governing a world enveloped in such tolerance... but that must wait for now. With respect to the matter at hand — " He pointed a shaking finger at the prone Knight, and for a moment the Jedi could see the sheer degree of frailty in his form before he withedrew the digit and crossed his arms behind his back, "— you must understand, I am not trying to threaten you, Master Jedi.

"Sith governments are volatile, yes, but the forces within them and structures are largely similar. Their disappearance and reappearance is inevitable, and often familiar faces arise... and many of these faces are powerful, and well-connected. More than able to fight a costly, bloody war. And make no mistake, my more barbaric peers would leap at the slightest excuse. This is wasteful to both of us, and difficult enough to avert already, so I recommend taking all the necessary steps to avoid a sticky international situation.

"Also, just so you know, the Panathan Reach is a protectorate of the First Order. This provocation would mean little to the Ren, but I have no doubt Carnifex could whisper the right words in the right ears to turn them against you. Powerful enemies make for a difficult life. I am not an emissary of these governments, I am your deliverance from their ire and attention.

"...but you cross the line of astropolitics into the realm of morality. Selfishness created him, but it was his own remorse and refusal to endure his own atrocity that laid him low from the throne he once held." Forgiveness, trust, mercy, the watchwords of the weak, curses amongst the Children of Korriban. "I reject the concept of 'deserve'. The only thing Darth Eversor is entitled to is to reap the consequences of his own actions. It is in your best interest, the Dominion's best interest, and our best interest to return him to us. That is the easiest, safest, most cost-effective option — and, with this act of respect for law and order as the bedrock for our factions' relationship, it can be the beginning of fruitful and productive diplomacy for both of us.

"Send this wayward child home."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 1
Post: 6

Kay furrowed her brows, casting her eyes downward as [member="Veiere Arenais"] spoke of his brother's demise on Atrisia. That whole battle was a fiasco, yet it was a turning point in her life as well. It was during that time that many things were taken from her. The dark ripple effect was ongoing and as far as she knew, it was never going to end. Bad things happen to those that don't deserve it. She's seen that happen a few times. "I don't think that anyone ever expects their end. It just....happens."

She remained quiet then, allowing both of them to be lost in their own thoughts until their lift arrived at the appropriate floor. Kay stepped out beside Veiere, though slightly behind as she wasn't entirely sure of where she was going. Vikras approached and after he spotted her, she gave him a polite bow of her head. "Thank you, Admiral." Her jaw clenched as Veiere explained the reasoning behind being addressed by her old title. A reminder of what happened? Stands against what they stood for?? As if she could just forget and walk away and pretend that none of it ever happened? Those memories weren't stripped from her, only the good ones were. And now they were determined to make her feel bad about it, as though she had a choice in all of it, as though she didn't even try to stop it.

Kay did her best to contain her anger, only giving Veiere a curt nod as he showed her where her quarters was to be. Her uplifted mood was now gone. It was best just to get away while she could. "Thank you...I will need a moment..." To gather her things? No. Gather her control, yes. She turned from him and headed straight to the door that he indicated was hers, opening it and closing it right behind her. She needed to be alone. Her blood was boiling, she could feel the heat radiating from her skin as she moved quickly to the bed, grabbed one of the pillows, planted it over her face and screamed into it as loud as she could, not just once, but a few times. There was more that she wanted to do like throwing things around the room, punch and kick the mattress until her energy was spent, but there wasn't time. So instead she shut off the lights and dropped herself onto the bed, rolling over to lay on her back. Alone and in the darkness, she just listened to the hum of the ship and the quick beating of her heart. There was almost a salvation in being alone in the dark. There was no judgement in it.

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Send this wayward child home."

Nonsense, the lot of it. With each passing moment that the self-proclaimed wretch got to speak, the more infuriated Abraxas grew. Who was he to pass down judgement as if he were above the authority of Darth Carnifex's very own throne guardian? While the words were brimming with truth, the lies of the tongue could still be heard in all their spiteful subtleties. The measures already being taken to persuade the Jedi to leave the former Sith's fate in the hands of his former colleagues was building up to nothing other than conflict. Abraxas knew all too well that when things did not go in the favor of Sith, they were quite prone to retaliation.

But yet, the very thought of the God-King stirring the proverbial pot wasn't something foreign. It would only result in more issues that none would be willing to step in the way of. Even the most stalwart of defenders and Jedi.

Growing tired, Abraxas freed himself from the care of the medic, walking boldly towards [member="Antherion"]

"What do you know of me? Surely you've heard the stories of my butchering, my remorseless actions that bear nothing other than the atrocity and demonized fruit of sacrilegious labor? If this is true, then you realize very well by now that I would have no qualms in taking death over your company's sadism. Let it be perfectly transparent how little I care for my own life at this point, and how I'd be more than willing to drag you to the depths of the nether with me. My goal, my oath as of recently is to make sure you and your ill-begotten entourage never lays blade nor hand upon another world as long as I roam this galaxy."

Abraxas activated his lightsabre, unstable crimson crackling mere inches from the Sith.

"Leave, and I shall deal with your wrath later. Attack now, and I will rip you apart just as I have many of my own kin and others less deserving."

[member="Arken Lussk"] | [member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: In orbit over Trian
Objective: 4
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 9/38

"Any information on the materials orders?"

"They won't arrive here for another five days" Merrily told Dunames.

"What's happening? Any explanations for this?"

"Yes: it's just our position in the queue"

Five days was an awfully long time, especially with the excavation equipment they have, which could dig holes on the scale of the work being done in about half the time. Five days from now, Dunames would be simply be just doing some telecommute to get the other dossiers of Star Tours done. Even though, most of the time, Dunames can count on an array of senior managers directly below the C-suite to run the business on a day-to-day basis, she often seems a little too involved in specific projects to the detriment of Star Tours as a whole. So Dunames get some respite to actually get the internal paperwork done for the other corporate projects that Star Tours conducts, and would happily let Merrily be the liaison between the foreman and the headquarters as far as the Trian project is concerned. Oh, sure, the foreman gave Merrily a rather detailed laundry list of items to order beforehand, but this time around, that was something where local demands may end up being a little nuisible to the whole expediency of the project.

 

[Drox Fuga]

Post: 2/10
[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Grace Darkson"]

The meeting with the government officials ended on a splinded mark, the information provided by the Dominion Security Bureau was very helpful in this case. The Ventooine government agreed to take on the Refugees and place them in the requested plains area, in exchange they would join the Dominion and have its Militia trained to become an acturally military force that could repel attack. Drox knew that they wouldn't be under such a threat when they joined the Dominion, but they would have to await approval from the Senate before they could officially join. As a sign of cooperation and unity, the government would not wait for the approval and let the refugees land and make their new colony with the planets people.

Drox exited the meeting room in his diplomatic garb, and when the doors closed behind him he stretched. His body was becoming numb from all that siting and talking. The planet would get what they want, and the Dominion would get the work force and land they needed. Truely the best Win Win talks he'd had in a while. This diplomatic stuff didn't seem that hard.

He radioed the Merc, Zac he thought the mans name was, "This is the diplomatic team on Ventooine, the government has approved the relocation of the Refugees, go ahead and start unloading the cargo for the new colony, ill meet you there."

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Ventooine
Objective: Smooth over the refugee transfer
Allies: [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Drox Fuga"],[member="Dune Rhur"]
Enemy: Farmers, probably.
Posts: 7

Grace smiled, a small snort escaping her in response to Zaz's joke. "Name's Grace. Amateur diplomat and mentalist, at your service." She gave an exaggerated bow in his direction as he approached, clearly enjoying the little joke. As she righted herself, the sound of engines landing nearby filled her ears. A quick glance around told her the ship was landing near them. Great. Two people would be more than plenty for this job, but three? Three seemed like much more than they needed. Still, if it meant this went off without a hitch, than that was probably for the best.

As the Bith stepped out, she could feel a wave of heat in the Force. It was almost a searing blast, like stepping out of a climate-controlled ship onto a blasted desert. She shuttered, wanting nothing more to recoil from him. Jedi. As he spoke, his words pointed like daggers, it was all she could do to not roll her eyes. Was he assuming that just because she was a Sith, or that he was a Mandalorian, that it had to end in violence?

"Why else are were here, master Jedi?" Her words came with a hint of sarcasm, and she turned to face the Bith. "After all, we wouldn't want to offend your precious sensibilities, now would we?"

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune smiled as if the young woman had made a jest towards himself too. He saw the words for what they were but chose not to rise to the bait. Instead he chose to use it as an example to teach from. Lest they think him some sanctimonious Jedi fool.

"Indeed," he said with a nod "But more importantly those of the farmers."

He held up a long finger as he spoke.

"I believe it was Darth Bane himself who taught that to kill merely for the sake of it was pointless. So we should give them a chance to air out their issues."

"It will likely be frustrating, I'll admit. Beings are rarely anything but stubborn. I simply ask that you listen and give true consideration. Bluster and bravado is not the same thing as actual violence and resistance."

In truth the Bith was less worried about the Mandalorian than the Sith. An experienced Mando'ade would know a true threat from an insult. A Sith acolyte was typically far more volatile. But he knew that he should give her a chance.

[member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Grace Darkson"] @Zaz Tal'Verda

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: In orbit over Trian
Objective: 4
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 10/38

Five days later, the materials have arrived: duracrete, granite tiles (which would make the flooring in the public areas of the terminal, as well as the control tower's floors, a little black), and, of course, the wooden panels and other elements. And the oddities of the internal sliding doors: while, of course, there would be linear motors in those, at either end of the railings, it looked as if it was mostly made of paper (and hence should have a fragile caution next to the door) with a wooden lattice that gives it the structural strength for the paper sheets to remain in place. Here goes nothing, she thought, while pondering whether Merrily actually had any knowledge of internal furnishing, because these doors were suspicious and Dunames admittedly knew next to nothing about it. They needed some space to store these new materials while the spaceport buildings were being constructed... and they had it under the form of the hangar, which was built first. Oh, of course, even though they have the same floorplan as on Kaeshana, this new spaceport was radically different in style.

"What are those doors for anyway?" Dunames asked.

"These Atrisian doors are called shoji" Merrily told Dunames.

"Why would the Atrisian refugees even want these for their spaceport's public areas?"

"They have fusuma for the washrooms, shoji for everything else"

 

[Placeholder 0128]

One could not say that Cedric's arrival was a vain one.

Reports had come in regarding a particular Sith, and those that hunted him. Any bit of knowledge would prove useful for the Dominion, of that Cedric was most certain. With that vein of thought, he had taken it upon himself to abscond to Neelgaimon and visit the town that was the host of this confrontation.

Clad in robes of crimson that shrouded his pale features, Cedric Grayson strode down the gangplank of his shuttle. Two men in similarly red robes marched at either side of him. Their faces were shrouded in gas masks with glowing oculars that protruded from the depths of their cowls. Each carried a rifle that seemed to be surging with energy of an electrical sort. That energy arced up and down the rifle's clunky barrel and into the capacitors at their stock.

Neither of the escorts said a word as Cedric approached the village.

Brief words were exchanged with Darius, and after a nod the Jedi Knight returned to his group. He explained shortly that he and his padawan were to secure the village, and that the youth would take care of further business.

Gray eyes flickered over to [member="Shorarri"], then to @Antherion. Though young, the tall Archlord carried himself like one that had experienced a century.

"This prisoner is with the Dominion now," Cedric spoke, his voice like water crashing over stone. "There will be no further discussion as to his fate, but we will speak further. I am Cedric Grayson, Archlord of the Dominion."

A brow was quirked. "My second tells me you are interested in Lorrd?"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: In orbit over Trian
Objective: 4
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 11/38

What the Atrisian refugees called fusuma, were, in fact, wooden sliding doors devoid of translucent windows (unlike shoji, which had translucent windows but much like tinted windows, usually some shade of white). Dunames was surprised that the local paper mills were able to produce the paper that had the requisite degree of transparency: these doors were a little fragile but had surprising thermal properties. The outermost automated shoji were thus being installed at the same time as the outer walls were built. just a few days after the foundations were poured: here the basement was mostly for the machinery such as the water heaters, HVAC equipment, which were also ordered on a pretty rush basis. They wasted no time with getting the plumbing and sewage part done, and the duracrete foundations were mostly dry at this point. It took about a week to cure duracrete, more or less, so Dunames was surprised that it could be built this fast, even when accounting for the peculiar window style in use: at this rate, the spaceport will be open in about three weeks or so.

"I think it might be a good idea to tour the refugee colony before we leave this place" the refugee told Dunames.

"Oh, please do"

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Dune Rhur"]

Objective: 2
Post: 1
Location: Ventooine
Allies: The Dominion

A black and gold Kom’rk class Starfighter entered the atmosphere of Ventooine, slowly descending to the coordinates of the refugee transfer. Before pulling into a full landing, the ship circled around a couple times. The pilot sent an open transmission to the Dominion agents below. "Salutations. My name is Honos Strakh. Please hold your fire if you have any anti starship personnel. I am an ally of the Dominion. I've come to help with the refugee efforts.” With that, the wings of the fighter folded up and decended to the ground, landing gear enabled. After a few moments, the cockpit opened up.

Honos Strakh was a tall man. He came dressed in armored regalia that resembled the styles of the defunct Zenith Imperium. At it his hip was a lightsaber, simiarly black with gold trim like his personal ship. For those sensitive in the Force, he had a similar aura. Yet, he did not feel like Jedi or Sith, but rather showed he had an inner balance between the Light and the Dark. Once close enough, he removed the helmet of his armor. He was a human in his 30s, brown hair and beard, blue eyes. His face was strewn with slashing scars that marred his flesh.

"Has there been any sightings of potential hindrances to the operation?” He looked to the two apparently in charge. "If so, I need to be brought up to speed.”

He felt out into the Force near the two he surmised would be his compatriots for this instance. One aura of the Light, the other of the Dark. "Curious. A Jedi and Sith working together. I do hope this trend continues.”

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson approached [member="Shorarri"] and bowed in greeting. She had heard rumors of a Terantatek in the area and had been sent to go hunt it down, little did she know that some other Dominion members had already been sent to do this. She greeted the wookie that she had had such a fun time with on Serenno, so it was great to see a recognizable face in the crowd. She liked the wookie and hoped to hunt the Terentatek with him. She approached the wookie from behind, tapping him on the shoulder before bowing once he had turned around.

"Hello Shorarri! Nice to see you again! Want to go hunt this Terentatek together?"