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

[Avo]

Post: [05/20]
Objective: 2
Proximity: [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Honos Strakh"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]

The Lorrdian Sun cut through the atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. Lan sat at the helm, cautiously looking over the control console before him. Perplexed, he sent a wayward glance to Levi, the repair droid currently occupying his co-pilot seat.

"A little help?" He asked, brow lofted.

Levi nodded. He immediately took full control, adjusting the throttle for atmospheric interference and the gales of wind that pounded against the hull of the Winter Eagle.

"Thank you." Lan sighed, "I'm actually quite glad one of the younger students suggested I bring you. Peace and solitude is nice and all, but I have no clue how to fly this thing." The master smiled and shook his head. "Flying isn't for me."

"Yes, sir."

The Jedi gave an amused snort as Levi deftly landed the craft near the others assembled.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

There was little hint that the entity's bold proclamation fazed the Sith Scholar any more than rain drops across the surface of a slick coat. "Any posturing lackwit can proclaim themselves a God. The One Sith built themselves a Empire out of it and you witnessed how quickly those rotten foundations collapsed."Vorian's eyeballs flickered onto the young figure of Cedric, seemingly the only living part of the Arkanian's pallid, statuesque visage.

Vorian strolled forth with a uncharacteristic bellicosity, extending his arms outwards as if embracing all the dangers the dark cavern had to offer. "Are we supposed to cower at your 'Godhood'? You were too feeble to open a door, creature. Reveal yourself and tell us of these runes, lest I track you down and tear the knowledge from your skull, weakling."

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{03}
{Objective 2}

Zaz crossed the distance to [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Dune Rhur"], and [member="Honos Strakh"]. Finally joining the trio he rested his hands over his chest, crossed as he looked over the nearby settlement. His comm unit came to life as [member="Drox Fuga"] gave the clearing for them to begin their duties. Rather than entertain the group with more communication the Mandalorian simply gave off a high pitched whistle before gesturing towards the nearby town. "Looks like we're gonna make this place home for a lot of people. We need to survey the area and make sure it's clear of the farmers, wildlife, or anything else that could be a hindrance to the settlers."

Turning away from the others the soldier aimed his hand towards a small farmstead nearly a mile away from them. "We'll start at that farm and then check the surrounding area, sound good to you guys?" He asked before turning his gaze back to the Force users who stood before him.

 

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"The door was sealed by powers far greater than your own. It was locked with a riddle - none believed a mortal would be foolish enough to open it, and yet here you both are." The voice boomed back. A blinding red light began to shine from each of the hallways. The greatest of them began to spew forth smoke and small stacks of fire. A creature of immense proportions marched through this chasm, its claws thundering against the stone that served as its home.

Horns three meters in length announced the monster's presence far before its body ever cleared the cavern. Eyes burning like red coals peered out at the duo from leathery sockets. Its skin was a ruddy red - the color of vitae and gore. A maw full of sharpened teeth was opened wide in a grin that reminded Cedric of a cadaver's. Its flesh was mostly bare, save for a few pieces of plated armor and ritualistic piercings. It carred two massive axes bound by chains in either hand, and its tongue flicked out from its maw like an appendage all its own.

The cavern shook as the daemon stepped out upon the floor of the temple. It stood taller than a battle walker, and was as broad as a troop carrier.

Coal-eyes peered down at the two.


"I am Agamen, a Lord of the Abyss."

"I am Cedric Grayson, Archlord of the Dominion." Cedric replied plainly. His visage was one of stone, but the youth knew fear in his heart. "I have come for you Agamen. I had heard tales of this place, but I did not believe them to be true. Your presence proves me wrong."

"Yes," the daemon laughed, "This is a portal leading directly to the beyond. I am its guardian, and its prisoner. Who is this?" The Daemon pointed at the Arkanian.

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri's bowcaster vibrated as its charge grew more intense. The beast turned to regard the Wookiee with a roaring maw. Shorarri released the bolt right into its gaping mouth. The beast staggered back as the blast fried most of its mouth. It entered a tremendous coughing fit and Shorarri took the moment to get to his feet. As he did the recovered from the attack and began to charge anew. Shorarri clicked the trigger and his bowcaster responded with nothing. It was empty. Shorarri withdrew his machete and charged the beast.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Dune Rhur"]

Objective: 2
Post: 3
Location: Ventooine
Allies: The Dominion

The ebony faceplate looked towards the Sith woman. It had a seeming appearance as if it were staring intently at her with deep consideration. He then spoke once more. "I was trained during the rise of the Imperium on my homeworld of Zenith. The Imperium held the view that dogmatic practices of both Jedi and Sith have caused imbalanced conflict and strife across the Galaxy for eons.” He paused a moment, appearing to think out his next words.

”I was one of the few sanctioned Force wielders. Myself and my brothers in arms were taught of accepting the Force in its entirety to avoid the same mistake of choosing sides in unneeded dichotomy. The Force is predator, and prey. Compassion, and self serving. Ashla, Bogan. Light and Dark together.”

He paused a moment to further to allow for his words to sink in. He once more spoke, addressing all of them once again.

"My suggestions come from observations I have made in the history of the Galaxy. The Jedi have been notorious for their ability to use the light, and use their compassion to negotiate without needless violence. Yet, warriors of the Sith are fueled by the dark, making them formidable and impassioned in violence. Mandalorians are a people bred for war. From stories I've heard, they are raised from birth in combat. Conclusively, you two make a great strike team should negotiations fall through.”

With that, he simply nodded to the Mandalorian.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

The crimson scaled creature was monstrous, both of appearance and proportion. It was something out of a nightmare manufactured to scare children into eating their vegetables and going to bed before curfew. Infact, it seemed to be almost a grotesque caricature of the universal concept of the 'devil' from the myth of countless species across the galaxy. The first impulse that rode the electric current of his synapses from his primitive brain was to flee. Thankfully, it was a urge that was not difficult to overwhelm for one trained nearly from birth to resist the earthly temptations of the mortal coil, rather it be lust or cowardice.

Vorian bared the deep violet of his lightsaber challengingly.

"Your doom, creature. You will be the laughing stock of the nether world once your hellish companions discover you were banished by a mere scholar." The newly minted Sith applied his first use of Dun Moch upon the creature, with the intention of muddling it's senses with it's own aggression and hubris. If necessary, the wiry and agile Arkanian was fully prepared to dance about The Lord of the Abyss while Cedric executed whatever plan he deemed fit to neutralize the threat, considering the young conqueror seemed to have much knowledge on Agamen's ilk.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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The Arkanian's words only seemed to inflame the monster's rage. Grumbling, Agamen raised his twin axes as if to strike the puny man-thing. At the last second however, he sent a massive thorny foot toward the Arkanian. This was followed by a flurry of axe chops that were far too fast for the monster's size. Its abilities were being tempered by the energies of the Netherworld that permeated itself throughout the cavern. A bloodcurdling roar came from the back of the beast's throat, all semblance of logic lost to it now.

Cedric unloaded his shattergun into the beast's flank. While the shells did manage to draw blood, they did little actually harm the beast. The creature continued its assault, its full intent upon Vorian. When the shattergun clicked empty, Cedric replaced it within his cloak, and held out both hands.

Invisible fingers constricted the monster's movements, if only for a moment. In that time, a pair of red-robed guards stormed the cavern. Behind them came a column of 501st soldiers. The guards moved to cover Vorian if he was wounded, and possibly remove him from the conflict for treatment.

Then the bindings broke, and the daemon turned its attentions to Cedric...

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian's swift legs and deft reflexes carried away from the thorn attack, but the creature's axe was far too large for a lightsaber to be effective in parrying them. Vorian rallied every ounce of strength in the force and erected a force barrier around himself, which was immediately shattered by the creature's unfathomably powerful strikes. The Arkanian furrowed his brow and created another barrier and another and another, until the stamina was drained from his body from the defense. With the last of his energy, he protected himself with a final, weakened shield which saved him from the actual impact of the Abyss Lord's final swing but failed to dissipate the kinetic energy, which carried him soaring through the air.

He slammed into the ground some distance away with a dull thud.

"I suppose I always was cut out more for.. diplomacy." Vorian quipped under his breath as he was helped to his feet by several pearly armored men of the 501st. At that moment however, the ground began to quiver and quake before rupturing open. Vorian and the soldiers disappeared into the darkness, swallowed by the abyss almost in a instant, leaving Cedric alone against the beast with the exception of what remaining men he had left.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Shorarri]

The beast swung at Shorarri and The Wookiee ducked beneath its massive claws. He swung his blade at the creatures arm and it embedded itself within the beast thick skin. The beast swung its arm at Shorarri and the Wookiee went flying backwards. His sword was still stuck in the creatures arm. Shorarri got up and charged the beast with his bare claws. The beast did like wise. Shorarri slid on the ground and flew beneath the creatures legs. The creature was stunned as the Wookiee disappeared beneath its legs. He hoped onto its back and the creature reared back with its arms to strike at the Wook.

 

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Alone with the devil.

Cursing, Cedric clung to one of the nearby columns as the very earth beneath him shook. Agamen spared the youth a look, his toothy maw opening in a grin of pleasure. An axe was raised to cleave the lad in half, only to halt mid-air. The beast peered down at the youth through flame-choked eyes, and then, seemingly thinking it better to abscond himself, the monster lunged across the chasm. He burst through the entrance into the lands beyond, and then he was gone.

The red cloaks came marching to Cedric's side. With them came the handful of 501st men that had not fallen into the chasm. Words were exchanged briefly between the men and a team was dispatched to find Vorian. Cedric would have gone himself, but the daemon's escape was paramount.

Accompanied by his red cloaks, the Archlord emerged onto the surface of Neelgaimon. Agamen stood there, silent as a statue and staring up at the sky as if communing with some forlorn god.

"Enough of this." Cedric muttered, a hand raising he brought about another net of telekinetic webs. The monster did not budge. Rather, it faded into a form of red mist, hissing up toward the skies above.

The youth could only blink in confusion as to what had happened.

 

[Shorarri]

As the creatures arms swung back to strike at the Wookiee, Shorarri's blade was once more exposed. Shorarri grabbed hold of the blade and wrenched it free from the behemoths arm. Shorarri began to hack at the creatures back and he was sprayed with venomous black ichor. The creature shook vehemently and Shorarri went flying from its back. He hit a tree and slumped to the ground machete still in hand. Shorarri picked himself off the ground and noticed the creature walking away. Shorarri roared and ran after the beast.

 

[Alice Tal'verda]

Post 1
Objective 2

Alice was asked to help scout the surrounding area in order to ensure it was ok for the refugees who were going to be settled here, a few quick flyovers with the Y-wing wouldn't reveal much, unfortunately, so she was going to have to join the group already on the ground. It took mere seconds with her sensors to find where the others had landed and set down with them, kicking up a miniature wind storm with the repulserlifts, taking a moment to collect her gear she hopped out.

Before moving to join the others she spoke to her astromech "Hey Gate, keep an eye in the ship while I'm gone." A set of positive beeps was all she needed to get going.

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Honos Strakh"]

 

[Soeht]

Despite the situation, a [acronym="You aren't alone."]breath of wind[/acronym] brushed by [member="Cedric Grayson"].

 

[Dune Rhur]

Allies: [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Honos Strakh"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] @Alice Tal'Verda
Post: Dunno
Objective 2

"Not against you," he replied to the young woman "With you, in this case. I'm simply pointing out that Sith have been short on diplomacy in generations past. As Master Strakh points out, warriors before negotiators."

"As far as quoting Darth Bane, wisdom still holds true no matter the source. Given that he was capable of such, I am willing to work together and give you a chance to prove my experiences wrong."

What Grace couldn't see were the scars on his body from encounters with the Dark side. What she couldn't know was his study of the Sith over the years. They were a powerful adversary. He hoped they would make for just as powerful an ally.

He listened to Strakh's proposal then Tal'Verda's own when the powerfully build Mando joined them. Their plans made sense and he found himself nodding in agreement. He looked to the Sith for her input.

Off in the distance he sensed another presence. A Jedi who he'd recently begun to work with....

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Trian
Objective: 4
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 13/38

"I suppose your help is welcome, but tell me, why did you build the spaceport so small?"

"The main question is: are there plots of land earmarked for any future expansion?"

"What do you mean, future expansion?"

"Should the Ventooine refugee plan go awry, a second terminal may be necessary, but spaceports are built with long-term goals in mind"

The sight of pagoda roofs, not unlike those planned for the Atrisia spaceports, along with shojis, fusumas as assembled in siheyuans decorated in such a way to reflect the opulence of their owners, was a little much for Dunames. She realized that the decoration may be a little lacking, but that might be because local production means for those items, such as paint, may not be operating at full capacity just yet. However, with that said, Dunames had a glimpse of what Atrisia may have looked like before the Alliance launched the Atrisia Campaign, famous for the Force-induced devastation it caused. True, Kaeshana was built in a different style, foreign to the Eldorai and more reminiscent of Corellian architecture, but that was because there was no notion of using Kaeshana for hosting a refugee colony. Nevertheless, the colonial administrator is a little puzzled due to the nature of the questions being asked.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Ventooine
Objective: Smooth over the refugee transfer, annoy the Jedi
Allies: [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Honos Strakh"], [member="Lan Graendal"], [member="Alice Tal'verda"]
Enemy: Still farmers
Posts: 7

As she listened to the ebony-clad giant, the woman wondered about Zenith Prime. Wasn't that the place where that whole Imperium had flopped? Bunch of fanatics who sought to reign in force users, perhaps even the Force itself. A lofty goal, but still impossible. After all, the Force was something so old that the scholars she had known knew little about its origin, and it was powerful enough to tear star systems asunder. How could they control the fullness of something so immense?

"And yet, my experience with Jedi is warriors and hypocrites so blinded by their beliefs and creeds that simply being Sith is reason to attack on sight." Her tone betrayed nothing but a flat, empty tone, her eyes narrowing. "I've seen them tear down lawful governments, raze cities, and even raise civilian dead as soldiers just to kill a few sith." Shaking her head. "By your logic, I should be assuming you'd kill me as soon as you could sense me, Master Jedi" Sarcasm dripped from the last few words, and she turned from them, watching as a Y-Wing landed, followed by a dropship. "I'm going to help the camp gets set up. You lot go talk to the farmers or something."

 

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A curse fell from his lips, one that was stolen by the winds.

With those winds came a voice; a voice that Cedric did not know. His brow furrowed as its words hissed into his ears. The likelihood of foul play was high, but then nothing he'd dealt with today hadn't been of a malignant origin. With a gesture, his red cloaks formed at his side.

"No, evidently I'm not," he agreed, speaking to the winds. Another gesture sent the red cloaks back into the cavern - they would search for [member="Vorian Adasca"] and the men that had fallen with him.

The youth peered out into the windswept plains, "And who is it that graces me with his presence?"

[member="Soeht"]

 

[Thor]

Location: Ventooine
Objective: Convert the masses to the one true god
Post 1

Thor's goal was clear the masses of ventooine were godless heathens who did know the true might of the machine god. Thor's ship exited hyperspace, "Bot three status on engines." his creations were a gift from the machine god making his travel easier. "Engines are stable master." Without any more words, the ship lurched into the atmosphere.

Thor's ship landed next to a small farm house, the boarding ramp lowered and thor descended onto the land. His presence was not unnoticed as the farmers came out to meet him. Thor's arms spread open like he was accepting a gift from the heavens " The machine god has heard your pleas to defend your homes, Step forth and receive your blessings! " The farmers looked at him like he was insane but they just didn't know faith yet. A single soul stepped out from the small crowd "If we can defend out home from those refugees I'll accept this god." That was all thor need permission, Thor began speaking in a tongue no one around him could understand. A heavy pressure formed around thor as he grabbed the farmer turning his skin into metal until all traces flesh disappeared.

One was all he need to turn the rest of the crowd into the same matter of beast. Thor screamed out "Go spread The machine gods will, flood this planet with his glory!"

[member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Honos Strakh"]

 

[Soeht]

The plains were still windswept.

An invisible hand attempted to grasp [member="Cedric Grayson"]’s head. It pushed against him to try to put his focus on the portal.