Dominion Wrath of Legion || SO Dominion of Seswenna

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -


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Weapons: Lightsabers
Accessories: Talisman I Ring I Trinket I Magical Gems
Companion: Archimedes
Tags: Open​

The entire layout of the Vault was massive, sprawling countless blocks underground. It dwarfed the facility's upper levels, giving to its legacy a House of Horrors effect with all its secrets and phantasmagoric concepts. As far as eyes could see, hundreds of Labatories in various sizes occupied the skin of the Vault like living pores, as the activities inside carried out by those infectious organisms moved about conducting experiments of varying degrees. It was amazing that such a facility like this could have remained as secretive as it did. Luckily for us, security was lax, and it didn't take much for my tiny squad to dispatch them. During the small incursion, those working inside close to us never took notice; lending to a belief that the glass was soundproof, and undoubtedly blaster proof.

It would take more time than I wished to spend visiting each and every lab, so I walked by each lab reading the black stenciled words on the doors which labeled the labs individually. I was only interested in those projects that mainly dealt with flesh eating viruses or viruses that ate one from the inside out, the good stuff. The rest of the inconsequential material could be cataloged later by those with more patience than myself.

Pausing at a lab door, a sinister grin jaggedly stitched itself to my vampiric pale face as I read the words on the glass: Bioengineering. Politely I tapped on the door, garnishing haphazard looks by the workers inside. Again, I tapped, with more force this time and was rewarded for my annoyance. A little man opened the sliding glass door, his eyes colored with confusion as he looked up to me, began to rifle off his predicted question. Reaching out with my right hand in lightning speed, I gripped the man by his scrawny neck walking him backwards into the lab.

"My name is Darth Moskvin of the Sith Order. I ask but only two requirements of you."

"The first is your devoted cooperation. The second, your dedication to not lying to me. Do so, and everyone lives. Do not, and I will kill you. It's very simple. Now....who's in charge of this lab?" Fear is a powerful motivator, a tool wielded efficiently and properly can twist the most daunting tasks into one of pure simplicity. And I love simplicity. The fear factor was employed full-time, as an imaginary manipulator pulled the strings on the frame of a marionette; the group of researchers in unison pointed to a tall, lanky woman in the back.

"You," I said with a come-hither gesture from my left index finger.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Blood Red Roses
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool
Tags: Eira Dyn

"Why are you meditating here?"

Tamsin turned her head to the woman who crouched beside her, she stared at the woman with her dark eyes for a second unblinking. She at first wasn't sure what to think, she hadn't met this stranger, but she could sense it a dull pinging of the force. "Seeking." She simply said at first not exactly sure if she should tell this person she was hunting jedi and spies.

Though she knew from the woman's eyes that, that answer would not suffice. Her eyes drifted a bit and she noticed a blade at the woman's side. It had flakes of crimson on it though it was a fairly clean it was impossible to get rid of all the blood quickly if it was a fresh kill. Now came the game of finding out if this was a friend or a foe.

"I'm seeking people who don't necessarily want to be seen. The best place to hide is in plain site among the crowd." She turned her head, looking back at the crowd passing by going about their business. All those people had places to be and things to do before the end of the day unaware of what was about to happen to their world. "I think I have a good idea where a group of them are headed." She pushed herself up to her feet and looked down at the crouching woman.

"But now I have to ask you a question. Does the will bend you or do you bend the will?" If she was a sith she would bend the will, if she was jedi she would probably say something philosophical, and if she was one of the normals she wouldn't know what the hell she was talking about. It was good of test as any to determine if the woman was friend or foe.

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

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Fiolette watched as Kurayami pocketed his flask. "Mr. Bloodborn, should sensor sweeps fail you. I'll trust your judgment as to the construction of the vessel. Any information will surely prove valuable." She knew, just as he - any information gathered would be used. She wanted to be prepared to take down any of the Sith, Carnifex, Empyrean and however was behind this ship. She felt it her duty as the few lone Imperials, true Imperial. She corrected in her thoughts to make sure the Sith realized that they too could be brought back down. If they had learned anything from the Third Imperial Civil War it should be to never underestimate the willingness of the Imperial mindset. Hopefully he had heard her, from there all she could do was watch the cameras as the Corellian loaded up into the N-1X.

The hum of the Sloane was like the calling of nostalgia for Fiolette, it had been one of her last projects almost forty years ago. Her daughter Ariel, Ancients rest her soul had maintained it wonderfully over the years. She offered Allyson a polite nod, acknowledging both her expertise and her respect with a faint but genuine smile. She sensed the Corellian's familiarity with starship design and Corellian models, which made her commentary on the Locum Pacis that much more valuable. Turning her gaze toward the looming vessel on the holoscreen, Fiolette's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone quiet yet contemplative.

"You've got a sharp eye, Ms. Locke," she remarked her voice low and carrying a hint of appreciation. "This ship is different—far removed from the streamlined production of Kainate vessels, or the way that the Eternalist produce their ships," Fiolette paused and then with that classic Galidraani drawl, "even those of the Commonwealth." Her gaze was drawn toward the viewscreen as she ordered a zoom of the Locum Pacis. "It's almost… exaggerated. The Sith who man her built it with an unrestrained ambition that borders on hubris." Her eyes would flash with a mixture of intrigue and distaste, as she continued, "It's a weapon, certainly, but there's a disorder in its design. A hunger for sheer scale over efficiency. This isn't a vessel designed for maneuverability or elegance; it's a display of brute force."

The Admiral turned to face Allyson, she'd let a moment of camaraderie settle between them. "You know, sometimes restraint is the strongest mark of a shipwright," added Fiolette, with a slight smirk. "But this… monstrosity feels more like a statement from whoever commissioned it. My understanding of these particular Sith—admittedly limited—tells me they prize dominance over any sense of practical craft. And that makes them dangerous in more ways than one."

With a nod toward the Corellian's worn jacket and aviators, the Galidraani softened her gaze. "Thank you for your insight, and of course, for your respect. If you have any further observations, Ms. Locke, I'd be very interested to hear them. I think this ship will prove to be as unpredictable as its creators."

"And with any luck, Mr. Bloodborn will find something of value, as of now it seems nykkalt might be... used, our long rage sensors are coming up blank. Most wouldn't know to use it, so clearly, someone wishes to keep people out," Fiolette considered of course the roulette wheel of Sith Lords who could be responsible for such a dangerous display excesses.

Kurayami Bloodborn | Allyson Locke ​

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Datapad | Knife Phrik | Blaster | nutrient tube
Tag : | Open
Location : Vault | Security room

I slip through the ventilation duct, moving carefully through the narrow passage. My initial plan was to enter from the back of the structure to ensure a safer and faster approach, but it seems things won't go quite as planned. Staying here indefinitely isn't an option. I spot a gap in the ventilation circuit and decide to make my exit.

With a quick snap of the grappling hook lent by the academy, I knock the grille open and slide down into the corridor below. I take a moment to check my surroundings: no one ahead, no one behind. Silently, I replace the grille and start down the hallway, senses on high alert. Before long, I reach what appears to be a control room. A guard is stationed there, fully engrossed in the screens that show feeds of both the interior and exterior security. He's the one coordinating everything. If I take him down and seize control of the cameras, maybe I can even help smooth the way for the others.

Without hesitation, I approach and tap him on the shoulder, as if to casually get his attention. He turns, caught off guard, and before he realizes what's happening, I've already shifted to his right. In one swift motion, I extend my hand and unleash a surge of electricity. He collapses to the floor, convulsing in pain. His short, strangled cries are a symphony to my ears. I hold the current until he stops moving, and when I finally cut it off, the scent of charred flesh lingers in the air.

I step closer and I kick him in the head to make sure he's dead. No response. Perfect. I crouch down, search him, and pull a security card from his pocket. This should make moving around the structure much easier if I encounter any locked doors.

Without further delay, I take his still-warm seat and focus on the screens. I scroll through the camera feeds, projecting the different angles onto the monitors. A small smile crosses my lips. The force lightning is really good.

"I'll take over for a bit. You won't mind, wherever you are now,"

I murmur to myself, savoring the heady thrill of this power I've just claimed. Mastering life and death… now, that's a power I could get used to.

I continue, my eyes scanning for any images that might interest me, the excitement building with every passing second.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -


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Weapons: Lightsabers
Accessories: Talisman I Ring I Trinket I Magical Gems
Companion: Archimedes
Tags: Open​

The lab, dubbed bioengineering, resembled a futuristic crypt, cold and plain with splashes of white to attempt too cosmically add substance to a rather dreary environment. The machines, and other cumbersome tools, whirled and spun their tunes in a unison symphony; only to be phased out slowly by the impending, eerie silence that was slowly enveloping the lab with a venomous shroud. With the arrival of the monster, me, fear had fused itself into the hearts and minds of the technicians, turning their hopeful day into one of ruin. None more so apparent as the scientist, a short blonde hair girl with a physique not befitting a lab rat, who strolled toward me, whispering words of prayer under her breath who felt the walls of happiness crumbling away toward decrepitation. Her strings, in essence, where mine to snip or leave unmolested.

"To expediate matters Dr. Haurn," I said with a taint of caustic tones after reading her nameplate, "I will assume you have heard and understand my two requirements earlier. So, indulge me please, and show me the files on these wonderful and tasteful experiments. For I, as you may not know, indulge my own inquisitive mind with experiments; though mine teeter on the brink of what science would deem unethical."

Moving with steps birthed from frailty, the doctor led me toward the back of the lab, where housed was the main computer attached to the intricate and delicate works of the bioengineering lab. I could sense, even without the Force, that the good doctor was frightful of my demeanor and her perplexed situation she found herself tethered to; and rightfully so. Physically, by most standards, I am not an imposing figure regardless of my towering height, but my radiance of death and misery and monstruous acts flow around me like a ghostly aura. My ghoulish appearance alone can break the minds of men, and the fetid aroma of death that circulates around me enhances my disposition like an aphrodisiac from beyond the walls of sleep.

"Is....is....is there anything in part....particular you are....are looking for," the words of a stuttering, frightened girl spewed from trembling lips. I watched her slender fingers, shaking and darting nervously over the keyboard as she waited for my commands to complete our transactions, and for her living nightmare to slither back from whence it came.

"This is the bioengineering lab, is it not? Then let's start with bioengineered weapons....like viruses."

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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Kurayami hopped up onto the wing of the N-1X and slid into the seat. Flipping the switches to start the isotope-5 reactor before continuing through the rest of the startup was meditative for him even if it was done at a high speed. He had designed the layout of these controls himself so it was practically second nature to operate this craft, though the greeting from the droid brain that was integrated into it always brought a small smile to his face. "Yea, I know. It's good to be back, Run full systems diagnostics, prioritize engines, sensor arrays, and electronic warfare systems first." Kurayami settled a bit as the confirmation beeps sounded, letting him know that the diagnostics were indeed being run.

The feeling of the engines spooling up and the lightening of the ship on the deck as the repulsors came online was a good sign to say the least, soon after the systems were both confirmed to be in the green and operating at full efficiency, with that confirmation he was quick to plug in the memory crystal he had brought along and make sure that all sensor readings as well as any anomalous activity from the electronic warfare systems were sent to the memory crystal to be recorded for the duration of the flight. It was a simple means to make sure that all relevant data was recorded in a way that was easily removed from the craft without affecting other systems and would collect from both passive and active systems in equal measure. Again, both systems quickly pinged green, full operational capacity.

He requested clearance for takeoff and as soon as it was granted he was pushing the throttles forward, firewalling them as soon as he was just outside a safe distance to do so, beginning to vector towards where he could barely sense the Locum Pacis. It was not a fast mover in comparison to his fighter, but givven the distance there would still be course corrections needed and at full power, it was going to be closer than most. Weapons were powered down at the moment, but were set to power up at the first sign of aggression. If he was lucky his speed would keep him from registering enough for them to get a solid track. Either way it was time to find out.

Fiolette Yvarro | Allyson Locke ​

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Troublemaker
Equipment: Corporis | Power Mace | x2 Nastirci | Hidden Blade | x5 Homemade Shivs
Tags: Gavin Vel | Adean Castor | Lyssara Thrynn | Kivah | Madrona A’Mia

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Maiza watched from her corner as the lander made landfall and the first of the students began to pile out. The cannon fodder first, those who had a death wish. Then those in middle that was group Maiza slipped in with the reserve for when bolts flew and took out those in the front, the middle group would be the cleanup act. Those in the back the strategists and nerds those that would no doubt survive destined to be generals ordering men to die for them. At least that was how Maiza saw it, the least valuable always in the back.

She moved with her group just behind the hulk that was @Gavin Val . Just as they stepped off fire was opened on the resistance. From her vantage point she couldn't see who or what it was exactly. She looked to her left and then to her right, a few people were sweating bullets, but others were as calm as could be. Herself, she didn't know exactly how to feel, she was looking for an escape plan but just like at the races she knew it might be her last day in this existence.

She reached to her back and pulled her power mace free not that she could do a lot with it as they were getting shot at with bolts. She tensed up as she grasped the hilt of the mace between her two hands. She heard it behind her as the group moved forward towards the vault the boys in front putting up a valent effort. Footsteps but the marching kind the running kind, she looked back to see that kid she said would die first taking of fin a dead sprint back for the transport.

"Knew it." She scoffed to herself, but as she said it she heard the growl of some kind of animal and then it's charging footsteps. Like a shadow the thing leapt out of what seemed like nowhere right in front of the boy that was running back to the transport. "Frakking hell." A guilt washed over her, as much as she tried to be a strong uncaring individual who didn't need friends or family. She gritted her teeth and turned around into a sprint running for the boy who was back pedaling away from the creature.

The boy stumbled over his feet and fell to the ground as the creature stalked closer to it's prey. Adrenaline pumped through Maiza's muscles as she ran towards the creature, the mace in both hands and fully charged. She came up between the boy and the creature swing from left to right slamming the mace in the thing's snout bone crunched and the head snapped hard to the side as the mace broke the things jaw.

Maiza out of breath panted as she side glanced back a the boy. "Get Back to the group you damn idiot!" Her eyes still on the creature that let out a whimpering howl that was returned by several other creatures in the shadows. "Oh, chit." She turned around, putting her mace in one hand and with her free hand she grabbed the fallen boy, pulling him to his feet and started booking it back to the group. As the creature and its pack now gave chase. "Behind us!" Screamed at the group as she ran for the group.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Seswenna
Weapons: Vibrosword, vibro-daggers, blaster pistol
Outfit: Masked Assasin
Tag: Tamsin Graves

"The way to hide in the crowd is to avoid drawing attention to oneself, such as sitting and meditating in the middle of a square." Eira stated coldly, she wasn't sure what to make of this other woman, "however, seems that we have similar goals."

Eira rose to her feet once Tamsin shifted to rise. Eira never allowed strangers to look down at her, she hated people looking down at her since she hated that. Eira had spent years of people looking down at her, people believing she was weaker, inferior to them. She tilted her head at the question, part of her was tempted to lie and state an answer that would avoid her revealing her role in this mission, however, this woman had an idea of where to go next. Something she needed.

"I bend the will." She stated firmly, "let's work together to route out those Jedi." Eira figured that using the information this other Sith had would help her achieve the goal she was here for and ensure that their names would be remembered for helping the Sith Order's reach expand to this world.

 

[John Locke]

A single finger ran over the edge of the tumbler of whiskey, as John glanced down at the amber liquid watching the light of the stars dancing across the surface of the liquid for a moment before he lifted the drink to his lips. The slight lull in conversation that came with the sip gave him a chance to examine the individuals that Gerwald had gathered together on his ship for this discussion. The Sith Lord himself was known to the cyborg, they had been interacting on and off for decades at this point. The pale man by his side, was not someone John knew personally, but he'd seen him floating in the wake of the long haired Sith, the woman though was an unknown. She had to be important for Gerwald to include her, her uniform was very typically Sith, the armour, black and red made it very clear who she aligned with. The helmet though, it was amongst the reasons John liked working with Jedi, they never wore helmets that made it hard to read their features, their reactions. Who knew the Sith would take a lesson from the Mandalorians, you could apparently teach an old dog new tricks.

Maybe there was hope for them after all.

A hand gestured out of the window as the dark-haired man leaned back in his chair, the gesture taking in the large space station handing in orbit of the planet.

"You've managed to take a shipyard to base your second legion on, which is great upto a point. However, very soon, you're going to realise that you've got a bigger problem than you thought. It's a shipyard yeah, but it's outdated and limited, especially if you plan to base more than a small local force here. The shipyard can handle maybe 5 capital vessels for a major rework at a time, good enough for what it needed but far short of what a modern fleet would require."

"So, I suggest that you let me build you a better shipyard, one that can act as the focal point of a major fleet base, and can handle the needs of a modern fleet. I can strip down the shipyard and build it up again, increasing it's capabilities by an order of magnitude very quickly. Especially with the new mining that's taking place in the new commercial zone. If you're going to do major infrastructural work, no better time than now."

Oleander Webb | Gerwald Lechner | Kaila Irons

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
TAG: Kaila Irons | Oleander Webb | John Locke | Open

Gerwald looked to compatriots and listened as John Locke explained the starting point. Oleander Webb was there for support, to lean into and learn the art of negotiation which did not involve his hunger. Kaila Irons was privy to the discussion because she had an active labor force which needed work. They would all be able to provide something for each other, and John Locke had the benefit of being a known commodity in the art of war craft. His technological advancements were second to none, and Gerwald valued his expertise above all else.

“There you have it,” Gerwald said to the rest. “The proposal is a new shipyard which will no doubt be far superior to those we have inherited or taken by force. The good people of Echnos can provide the labor, and we can employ the use of droids where needed as well.”

Gerwald grinned as he sipped on the whiskey in his hand. While the others around them moved and maneuvered, Gerwald kept his plans close to his chest. With the Second Legion near full completion, all that remained was the construction of the flag ship. It would be a side project, one which Gerwald would commission shortly.

“Before we proceed with discussions on the remainder of the details, are there any initial questions based on the proposal.”

He looked between the others. Before moving forward with his own questions, he wanted to see what Oleander or Kaila would have to say.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Blood Red Roses
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool
Tags: Eira Dyn

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"A weird girl meditating among the crowd, is like the homeless man in the alley, you know they are there, but you pretend they are not. It's too uncomfortable and awkward to acknowledge and people advert their gaze to live in their bliss." It wasn't fool proof, there was always someone who would engage and acknowledge it. Yet for the majority they just wanted to pretend such strange behavior didn't exist, it was none of their business and it didn't affect them.

She watched as the taller woman rose to her feet so not to be beneath Tamsin, Tamsin who was beneath a lot of people given how short she was. "The outcast the strange behaviors aren't the ones you look for. You look for the ones that pretend to fit in, often they stand out more because they are trying too hard."

Tamsin just nodded as Eira answered that she bent the will. "I think that would be a good idea; I haven't really done much of this hunting thing. I have been learning to observe people lately." She said honestly giving Eira a slight smile.

"So, the group I am pretty sure, we are both looking for went down that way." Tamsin's right arm raised as she pointed in the direction her vision had led her. "They are going to turn down an alleyway about two and half blocks down. Then turn down another alleyway, and then enter a building."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Gerwald Lechner | John Locke | Oleander Webb | Open

It seemed a solid proposal to Anathemous. No doubt that Mr. Locke would absolutely reap profits from this project, as all corpos do, but the young darth had bore witness to the Kyber Throne, knowing well the order drew from deep pockets.

Where the trio in this room anyone else, she might asked what else was in it for the man, yet Lord Lechner's presence quieted any such thought. Not out of fear, but because she knew the dark councilor to be a most practical man, and so whatever suspicions she may have had if she were in his shoes, he would have thought of and acted upon already.

"I've a personal curiosity, if I may." she intoned, her voice heavily modulated behind the mask.

"Will this be a strictly military shipyard, or will Locke and Key be maintaining endeavors in the private sector here?"

Having a shipyard of this quality only a system or two away from her new home would be quite the boon, if she would hire it's services that is. A place to construct her own warships without the Kainate breathing down the back of her neck would be most useful, even if that wasn't the reason she would openly provide.

"I ask because I've got some designs I wish to prototype." And then bolster her personal forces with, of course.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Datapad | Knife Phrik | Blaster | Grappling Hook | nutrient tube
Tag : | Open
Location : | Corridor level -2 | Vault

After examining the cameras long enough, I decide to take out my datapad, including a data chip, which I connect to the terminal in the security room to download a complete map of the enemy defense system. This will give me a clear picture of the situation.

Updating my own map, I notice that the red dots are much more numerous than I thought. Enemy patrols are everywhere, so I have to be careful not to come up against a squadron or I could be in deep shit, and the aim of the game isn't to get captured here.

I also notice that there are security systems in the ducts, so it's a good thing I left this network, I could have had a few problems.

With my datapad in my pocket and updated information, I know exactly where to go and what to do to reach my goal. I think I'll make one or two kills here and there, after all, every Jedi who falls in battle is one less Jedi who's going to come and bother us.

I'll start by heading out of the security room now, heading for the secondary staircase to reach the bottom of the platform and begin my investigation, with my security card in my pocket so I don't have to break down the doors.

I've got everything I need to move efficiently with each patrol that approaches me, and my datapad emits a small vibration, allowing me to hide effectively. For the moment, I'm on the second basement, where I need to go is level -3. This is where the Emperor's plans are stored, at least the ones I'm interested in, and no doubt this room will be well guarded too. For now, I'll save my strength and fight my way to the surface later after my mission is completed.

There are no bad options, only judgments. All that matters is the result. I hide behind some wooden crates, a staircase is right there my objective is straight ahead. There are two enemy guards directly in front of me, watching over the staircase. I'll have to kill them to get past.

 

[Oleander Webb]

WEARING: X
WIELDING: X | X
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Kaila Irons | John Locke

Yes, why am I here? The telepathic message was for Gerwald and he alone. The Anzat wasn't so singular in his trade of murder but nevertheless, found it odd to be summoned for what seemed like a simple business meeting. Are you wanting Locke's plans for yourself? Or anticipating someone else to make a move? Both held equal validity.

On the surface, he studied the cyborg. His posture, how he took a sip of his drink to buy himself time before speaking, his gestures. Locke and Gerwald had a long history of working together, that much Oleander knew. What puzzled him was what about the cyborg kept him and the Wolf doing business. Was it just the quality of his work? Or perhaps something else? While Oleander couldn't exactly ask 'What's your deal?' in the midst of this meeting, he could at least press for business intentions.

"Yes, what are you getting out of this arrangement, outside of payment of course," Death asked, piggybacking off of the new Darth's line of questioning. While he was unaware she had also considered such a question, he had no problem voicing it, if only to get more insight on how John Locke operated. "And how much of these plans will be on record?" A small hangar, removed from the official schematics, could be a great boon for his own purposes. And, he supposed, getting VIPs out undetected in emergency situations, though that was hardly a priority to the Anzat.