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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 20:40:07 GMT -8
Shiri'eyan, tracing the rim of her own mug of yurp after sliding into the booth across from Trishna and ordering the drink, frowns with a mildly puzzled expression when the Jedi Watchman asks about Joreikna without any preamble. Her tone curious, Shiri'eyan replies, "It's one of the larger cities on Ryloth. Income comes from mining ryll for medicinal use and a few other industries. The Ku'rys Clan manages the governance of the city. Lifting a hand, she crinkles her nose as she concludes, That's about it really. Leaning forward, resting her right fist beneath her jaw, she asks, Any particular reason you're asking? Something to do with Sinya'gella's death maybe?"
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Post by Harini Bralor on Feb 27, 2019 22:02:47 GMT -8
Trishna wobbles her head from side to side, electing to tell a half truth that will avoid revealing that she had gotten close enough to Sinya'gella that it might occur to the Sesk'vati that she were involved in or possibly merely witness to the Twi'lek's death, "Not with Sinya'gella or her death as much as with some of the things I learned while searching for her base of operation. The city came up in conversation I overheard while trailing some of Sinya's associates that it seems like, if nothing else, a place to continue the search for who it is she ultimately reports to. Steepling her fingers beneath her chin, Trishna says, Sinya's two human associates, Brizio and Dierk, would you be able to keep tabs on them while I pay Joriekna a visit? It will be quite interesting to see who it is they report to now that Sinya is gone, no?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2019 19:03:46 GMT -8
"It would, and I think I can set something up," Shiri'eyan tells Trishna, taking the Jedi Watchman's answer about how she learned about Joreikna at face value despite the rather vague nature of the answer itself. The Sesk'vati don't have much of a presence in Joreikna, she goes on, but I'll reach out to them, let them know you'll be in town. I'll send you names of who to get in contact with if you need backup when I get them. If the surveillance of Brizio and Dierk turns anything up, I'll send you that information as well. When are you planning to set out?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 7:25:31 GMT -8
Poking his head into the cockpit once the Gledalac has set down in Kala'uun's starport, Armin yawns while holstering his DL-18 blaster pistol in his shoulder rig before asking, "You want Wen and I to stay with the ship while you and Alessia go and do your thing?"
Beginning to do the post flight checks with Alessia, Razmik answers, "No, we'll be staying for a bit this time around, so I want you and Wenqian to look after getting some rooms for us all in a hotel in the upper levels. Nothing too near the more touristy areas, he says after a pause, explaining, Wouldn't want to put civilians at risk of running into our unsavory friends should they come calling."
Joining the rest of the crew in the cockpit, Wenqian runs a hand through her currently untamed mane of red hair, clearly having just awoken, and asks, "Not much chance of that, is there? We've always had to go to them in the past."
"We haven't stayed on-world for long either, Razmik replies, And, if I can succeed in getting a meeting with someone more highly placed in the organization, I imagine they'll want to do some due diligence beforehand. So, I trust it goes without saying, no breaking cover. Looking over his shoulder at Wenqian, he adds, Once you've gotten us settled in, I want you to work your holonet magic, dig up what the Sesk'vati have on Sinya's murder in your usual stealthy way."
Nodding, Wenqian says, "They'll never even know I was in their systems, boss."
"Good, Razmik says, standing up and putting on his Neo-leather duster coat. Well then, he says, motioning for everyone to start heading to the boarding ramp, let's go and see if we have any welcoming party to deal with, and then get moving." Leading the way down the boarding ramp, Razmik searches the immediate vicinity for any sign that they will be met by anyone, official or otherwise.
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Post by Dees on Apr 11, 2019 18:40:18 GMT -8
A message arrived via encrypted holonet directly to the datapad of Cazne'kru
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2019 19:43:32 GMT -8
A trio of Sesk'vati, led by Firith'tualin, are approaching the Gledalac as Razmik and crew are disembarking. Motioning for his fellow Sesk'vati to halt slightly behind him as he nears the boarding ramp, Firith greets Razmik, familiar to him from their interaction on one of the crew's previous visits to Kala'uun, "Kah’lehalle so fendoon, Captain Grigoryan. Do you have any cargo to declare?"
As Firith continues with the greeting of Grigoryan and his crew, followed by a sensor sweep of the ship itself that is conducted primarily to delay the crew long enough for the Sesk'vati in plainclothes that have been assigned the task of tailing the crew to see where they go and who they meet with, Teeubo'rha and Karawn'teksa, the Sesk'vati that will be doing the tailing, head for spots near the Gledalac's berth to be in position to follow the crew once Firith has finished delaying them.
While the Sesk'vati are going about their business, Cazne'kru goes about his, reading a message that has come in on his datapad while he sips a glass of T’ssolok in a dimly lit cafe located in a nondescript alley on one of the city's upper levels. As he is preparing a reply to the message, one of his underlings informs Cazne of Grigoryan's arrival in the starport, and he instructs them to arrange for a verbal message to be relayed to Grigoryan informing him of Cazne's wish to meet with him at the cafe when the opportunity presents itself.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2019 22:59:39 GMT -8
After informing the Sesk'vati, truly as their inspection will show when it is performed, that they have no cargo aboard currently, Razmik answers any additional questions they might have, explaining in the course of so doing that he and his crew are on Ryloth for personal rather than business reasons. Once the Sesk'vati have been satisfied and permit them to go on their way, Razmik and his crew begin making their way to the upper levels of the city, the Sesk'vati's inspection causing him to alter his plans in light of the fact that their interest might extend beyond a simple inspection given the probability that they have determined that their crew has dealt with Sinya in the past.
Having been trained to look for tails like the rest of the Sector Rangers, Alessia is the first to note that they are being followed, telling Razmik, "Got ourselves a tail, at least one Twi'lek, probably more."
Nodding, not particularly concerned for the moment as he had planned to look after getting rooms in a hotel before looking into who they will need to contact in order to determine who will have taken Sinya's place, Razmik says, "Let them follow us for now, we'll see about losing them later."
Once they reach the hotel, Razmik rooming with Armin while Alessia and Wenqian share a room, the crew relaxes while Razmik plans their next step, unknowingly giving Cazne's messenger an opportunity to deliver their message.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 9:49:48 GMT -8
Yuned'me, the dark purple skinned Tyrian Twi'lek chosen by Cazne to relay a message to Grigoryan is less than pleased that the message needs to be a verbal one, especially when he spots the Sesk'vati undercover agents that are watching the hotel the smuggling crew make their way to. Yuned is relatively sure that he is not highly placed enough that the Sesk'vati will know his face by heart, but still does everything he can think of to avoid drawing attention to himself as he enters the hotel and wheedles the clerk for Grigoryan's room number while spinning a tale about wanting to personally return the man's wallet.
Yuned's ruse works, and moments later he raps on Grigoryan's door after verifying by checking the view out of a window that the Sesk'vati he had seen outside of the hotel are still outside.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 20:10:29 GMT -8
Exchanging a curious look with Armin when the knock on the door sounds out, Razmik slides his T-6 from its holster and holds it behind his back as he steps beside the door and then quickly looks through the peephole before returning to the side in case the movement elicits a blaster bolt. Looking over at Armin and shrugging a shoulder to make it known he does not recognize the Twi'lek at the door, Razmik takes a breath, sliding his trigger from outside the trigger guard of his blaster to curl around the trigger itself before he opens the door, smiling politely as he asks the Twi'lek in his refined Coruscanti accent, "Yes?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2019 19:36:15 GMT -8
Yuned'me, noting the hand behind Grigoryan's back and guessing what is being hidden easily enough, holds his own hands up in front of them so that the human can see he is unarmed as he replies in heavily accented Basic, "Associates of the late Sinya'gella invite you to meet with them later tonight, at the Kluub'ruti cafe in the upper city. Ask for Cazne. Keeping his hands in front of him, he keeps an eye on Grigoryan's hands while inclining his head towards a window at the end of the hall overlooking the street below, The Sesk'vati are following you, and Cazne would prefer they not see you in the cafe. if you cannot lose them, find a way to send a message instead, so other arrangements can be made to discuss business."
Once Grigoryan has stated his understanding, Yuned departs, careful to avoid attracting the attention of the Sesk'vati himself, to let Cazne'kru know that he has delivered the message to Grigoryan.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2019 11:59:21 GMT -8
After the Twi'lek messenger has left, Razmik and Armin make their way to Wenqian and Alessia's room to plan out how they will lose their Sesk'vati tails and get to the cafe where Cazne, their new contact apparently, will meet with them. Reasoning that it will be more difficult for the Sesk'vati to follow them if they split up, Razmik and Armin, who are of simlar heights and builds, head out into the city first, with Wenqian and Alessia following separately not long afterwards so that the Sesk'vati have three options for who they try to follow.
Razmik and his fellow Sector Rangers are all skilled in spotting and losing tails, but he knows that it is unrealistic to suppose that they will all be able to elude the Sesk'vati, who are sure to trained in the same skills, and so he has Wenqian deliberately botch the job of losing her tail so that they have one easy target to focus on. In an effort to confound the Sesk'vati further, Razmik gives his duster to Armin after they have lost their tail for a moment, and then parts company with Armin, who then allows himself to get spotted by their tail. While Armin goes to a cantina and has a few drinks, Razmik heads into the upper city cafe where Cazne is waiting, hoping that Alessia had manged to reach the cafe as well so that he has her to cover him.
Alessia, having arrived before Razmik after losing her tail, gets his attention from where she had been waiting in a booth in a rear corner of the cafe with a clear view of the front entrance and easy access to the rear exit, and after he joins her they let a waitress that approaches to get Razmik's order know that they are here to meet with Cazne.
"Now we wait," Razmik says cheerfully after the waitress has left, and then casually observes the patrons around them for any signs that some are not what they seem, while Alessia watches the progress of the waitress to note where she goes to let Cazne know they are waiting for him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 20:32:14 GMT -8
Cazne'kru, a portly and friendly looking orange skinned Twi'lek dressed in nondescript tan hued robes, joins Razmik and Alessia not long after the waitress had gone into a room behind the bar to let him know the smugglers had arrived. Opening his chubby hands out at his sides in greeting, Cazne says, "Kah’lehalle so fendoon, before sitting and beckoning for the waitress who had summoned him to bring the drinks the smugglers had ordered and his own glass of T’ssolok. Motioning for the smugglers to drink as he lifts his glass, Cazne toasts, To poor Sinya, and then after drinking, sets his glass down and asks, Such a shame about dearly departed Sinya, yes? Yes. Ah well, the show must go on, as they say, yes? Yes. You do still wish to be in the show, yes?"
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 18, 2021 0:31:47 GMT -8
Many years ago on this very planet a woman named Desh'atar lived in this city. Was born here. Would die here. No fame. No riches. She lived. She died. The woman had a daughter, the product of a chance meeting. Named the child Ay'ydubh. And she in turn would have three girls: one red named Gid'aduabh, another with green skin who she called Alem'aduabh and a sickly blue child, rightly titled Shakk'aduabh. Dull history which few would even consider mentioning. Hence, another case in favor of statistical record taking. And this family ghistory Cabet Rai Muvunc pieced together in his examination of public records. In light of some current news worthy events he wondered if this would interest anyone. Probably not so the Twi'lek man thought. Exactingly he filed the information and put it and the whole silly business away
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 4, 2021 17:29:09 GMT -8
And The Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft, known as The Hand Maid Tail, set down gently in a spaceport in the bustling city. Kala'uun as the girl knew it was an important trade city. And she wished to barter. The girl, bringing her droid with her, entered the spaceport. She went deep into the heart of the bustling market; what she was after were some items previous among her people. The pair walked with ease in the crowd; some of the comfort was engendered by their woman's ethnic similarity but she also created a pronounced edge of fear. She just smiled and talked to people quite politely. A vision of the reaction that Alem walking through all this would make inspired a laugh They, both M-3PO, who relished in the linguistic and socio-cultural information the droid obtained, and Gid who too basked among the people she knew. Some notable acquisitions were some excellent Twi'lek cuisine, a statuette depicting the Twi'lek Goddess Kikalekki, (which is generally translated into Standard as "Mother of the Lekkued Ones"), re-establishing some old connections and making a few new. The Old man would have never denied her, or her sisters embracing their roots; indeed An Tiarna promoted such to the girls. That noted, the old Oglaigh na Iarndoideanna enjoyed a very insular existence and The Old man professed loud and proud: "Tongu do Dia toingues mo Thutha!"which translates: I swear by the God my tribe swears by! She could and certainly did get behind that impactful statement. That ideological business explained, her stop at Ryloth was very positive it she already missed her siblings. And with that in mind she hit her teary farewells with promises of coming back (With both sisters of course) and departed -M-3PO- "Well that was all very productive!" Boarding their Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft, the pair got themselves settled. Sitting in the pilots seat Gid started the ship and took off like a bullet. They disappeared into the clouds like vapor. As they hit the end of this line neither of the two said peep. And they were gone
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Post by Darth Xitan on Oct 8, 2022 19:22:20 GMT -8
DragusThe force of the attack was sudden and fierce, just as Xitan had intended it to be. Kala'uun was the prime target as one of the two capitals of the Twi'lek homeworld, but the key difference was that this subterranean city had greater wealth than Lessu. Here, commerce flooded onto Ryloth, resulting in two major businesses, of the galactic stage, to have headquarters here as well. Ryll dens were well known and over a hundred thousand Twi'leks called this city their home. And so Xitan chose this place as their raids target. Plenty to fill the vaults of the Hymn of Ragnos and to fuel their slave economy.
The entry way to the spaceport erupted into molten metal and screams as a transport, lifting up, was blasted by a pair of armored shuttles that tore through and entered the space. Their anti-personnel cannons opened up and began clearing the area, forcing the security to run or be gunned down. The first of the Sith Warriors and their Stormtrooper platoons touched down as the deck was cleared for their raid. The blood was to be dealt fiercely here, but once they got their beachhead, they would begin to round up individuals and proceed to transport them back up to orbit.
Xitan dropped down with four Sith Warriors as his shuttle entered. Security was fighting hard, stubbornly, but without any hope of keeping them back. Igniting his lightsaber to reflect a blaster bolt, the Acolyte rushed forward with his flanking warriors and began to drive into the security's barricades, aiming to cut down the personnel. Two went down with ease as his crossguard lightsaber cut through them. Stormtroopers began to fan out, laying down heavy blaster fire as security was pushed further into the interior of the spaceport. Xitan then keyed his comlink as the fighting intensified.Battlegroup Omega, are the heavy bombers coming in?=Commander= My Lord Xitan, they are on their way. Sensors detected a thin rock layer, followed by the metal layering of the city. Should be a prime place to blast open and insert further troopers into the city. Block them from trying to escape.The layout of the city shows an air duct before the entrance of the spaceport and Wind Turbines to the rear. I doubt they will use the Wind Turbines, but the air duct... station troops near there and keep an eye out. We got the potential for a decently sized Blood Tithe.An acknowledgement was given as Xitan returned to the battle at hand, cutting down another security guard. A general order was given for their forces to push in and begin capturing citizens! Any who resisted would be cut down. Acknowledgements were made by commanding officers as orders were relayed and brigades began to fan out, continuing their operations. The Pillaging of Kala'uun had begun!
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Post by Dragus on Oct 9, 2022 6:32:04 GMT -8
A ghastly sphere of black smoke and flame shrieked across the sky as a drop-pod spun out of control, its maneuvering jets having misfired upon entry into the wind swept atmosphere. Its primary chute fired, a great canopy of durable tarp designed to catch the wind and slow their descent. It ripped away in a spine rattling jerk almost instantly. A secondary chute fired, having much the same result, then a last emergency chute gave it a go. This last managed to snag the wind for a few seconds, before its tethering snapped and the pod spun the last few hundred feet, before striking the top of the lonely five mountain range above the subterranean city. A cloud of smoke mingled dust was kicked up from the impact site, as smaller rocks tumbled down the side and started a miniature landslide on the face of the mountain's eastern slope. As the choking particle cloud began to settle and the searing heat of the carbon scarred metal started to diffuse, a groan of tearing iron echoed from its interior. The damaged armoured plates creaked and rattled, wailing as an immense pressure was exerted on the inside. A screech sounded as a boney spear erupted from one of the thick armoured panels in a shower of molten bits. As quickly as it appeared, the spear retracted back into the hole, replaced by the fiercely glowing orange eye of a ravenous beast. Purplish fumes of flesh rotting stomach gas blasted from the hole, then the pod erupted outwards in a grand expulsion of rock and shredded durasteel.Massive and mutated, the purple scaled wings of the sithspawned drexl extended out to their full thirty meter span, its sword like talons carving the mountains surface like ground nexu litter under-claw. Revealed on the large repto-avians back was a mounted rider that appeared to have manifested from the darkest bowels of the netherworld. Dragus' sunken blood red eyes glowed fiercely in their scaled sockets, flaring wildly as though possessed by witch-fire. His snout split into a terrible grin, revealing rows and rows of razor sharp incisors like the mouth of a firaxan shark, shredding his own black gums as they grit. A rancid carrion reek filled the air with every steaming exhalation of breath, his forked tongue flicking out in front of his narrow nostril slits, misting the air with flecks of blood that drew a swarm of hungry botflies. A prevailing sense of fatigue and weakness radiated out on the ethereal winds of the fey as the Great Devourer's hungering aura feasted upon the wellspring of dark emotions rising from the besieged city. The Dark Apothecary took another deep breath, savouring the exquisite flavour of Kala'uun's fear and fury. A fine wine, indeed. Licking a gooey rope of bubbling salivation from his lips, the mad drake directed Spite's long neck and wide maw upwards with a jerk on the reigns."Dragaryz." Hissed the twisted terrorsaur into his demonic mount's scale covered ear. A cold gust whipped past its riders face as the drexl sucked in wind, then exhaled a sulphuric cloud of poisonous fog, obscuring the impact site and its own hideous form as two T-47 airspeeders from Ryloth's local defense force streaked towards the crash zone. They banked away at the last moment as their target disappeared behind the growing cloud. The kinetic force of the wind and the two repulsor crafts engines blew much of the miasma away as they peeled off and gained some distance, preparing to turn and try again. Once more the black scaled form of Dragus was exposed upon its back, this time heaving a towering spear of warped black iron and engraved with glowing red runes that whispered dark promises into the minds of those that looked upon the lies offered there. The alchemically crafted energy lance crackled to life as the barabel held a thumb over the activation stud of its electromagnetic pulse generator. Electrical current danced across its length, building at the tip as the saurian Sith took aim at one of the swerving speeders, the corners of his lips spreading obscenely wide in a bloody grin.FFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CRACK! A crack of thunder sounded as a bolt of lightning erupted from the end of Hungering One's awful lance and struck the T-47 he had been aiming at square in the cockpit, shattering the canopy before cooking the pilot inside, the corpse cooking black for mere seconds before the repulsorcraft's munitions prematurely detonated and the entire ship exploded in a cloud of flaming debris. A vile verminous series of foul humoured squeaks sounded from the demonic draconian's backside as Squeakers emerged from the Sith's shadowsilk cloak, its yellow fanged snout chittering with feral delight at its masters bloodletting. Smoke and steaming air bled from the lance as Dragus swung the tip from right to left, taking aim at the second craft that had now completed its turn and was angling towards them. Sinking his spiked heels into Spite's back, he urged the winged behemoth to take to the air. Beating its huge muscular wings, Spite leapt from its mountaintop crater and took to the air, gliding towards the last T-47 that was barrelling towards them with reckless speed. It fired bolts of blaster gas at them, easily avoided as Spite brought its wings in and flew lower and faster, the air overhead searing as it became superheated by energized tibanna.As they passed one another, Dragus raised the angle of his lance and heaved with all his might, thrusting the sinister tip towards the T-47s right wingtip. Striking hard, the sorcery infused weapon penetrated the durasteel and sheered it away, sending the repulsor craft into a deadly spiral that saw it crash into the mountainside. Rocks rained down the slope as the impact jarred more debris loose. Cackling in mad amusement, the Great Devourer guided his winged mount further and further upwards, flying high and higher into the sky until the air grew cold and ice crystals began to form on his scales, his rotten breath exhaled in sour wisps of instantly cooling fog. When his vision grew fuzzy the darkness in its corners threatened to overwhelm, he pulled back on the reigns, stopping their rise before directing Spite's jaws back around. Then they dove, dropping back towards the lonely mountains as the pressure of the wind racing past his snout even caused Dragus' lids to water some briny residue. Releasing the reigns briefly, he trusted Spite to continue their harrowing plunge as he braced the handle of his lance under his left shoulder and gripped below the conical pommel with both claws. Both Sith and steed roared a terrible primal cry as the Dark Apothecary pulled the trigger once more and a misappropriated fork of natures fury exploded from the lance's tip and struck the mountain like a the hammer of an angry god, burrowing deep in the windswept stone.FFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CRACK! Next came the drexl's massive body, smashing into the shattered mountaintop as ancient stone buckled beneath its weight and raw bestial savagery. The false glow of artificial lighting projected through a tear in the rock as rider and mount broke into the top levels of the city like some sort of demonically possessed battering ram of draconic rage. Terrified twi'lek screams sounded across the upper levels of the city as the drexl dragged its monstrous form across the rooftops of the city wealthier inhabitants, occasionally pausing to gobble up a fleeing citizen. He was happy to have Xitan handling all the targets of strategic importance. It left Dragus free to pursue his own twisted sort of fun. The sky over the lonely mountains began to darken as other elements of the Sith Eternal's war machine were revealed, blotting out the sun as the diseased yellow fangs of ranats snapped above. The members of the vermintide descended towards the entrance into the city that Dragus had created, gliding on winged contraptions of gnarled wood and membranous leathery hide. These 'banats' poured towards the hole, rabid with hunger and a desire to befoul everything these could scrape their clawed paws upon. They were joined by black feathered Rishii that had been warped by the Dark Apothecary's alchemical manipulations in the bowels of Draggle Rock.The worst elements of the Sith Eternal had arrived. Woe be to the weak. Their desperate cries would only serve to inspire new levels of depravity from those performing this latest harvest of flesh. And make no mistake. Dragus had brought his appetite.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Oct 29, 2022 20:38:44 GMT -8
A new explosion erupted further up the city's mountainous sculpture. As reported to Xitan, the second wave of troops found a thin enough layer to blast it with laser and missiles to make a new entry point for their raiders to disembark at. With the entry point made wide enough, gunships rolled in and peppered security troops with rapid laser fire as fresh soldiers descended in and proceeded to mop up any resistance. As the breach was secured and they began to push in further, the full order was given to ransack, pillage, and collect those who would serve as the Blood Tithe. Xitan wasn't going to wait much longer as his troops were eager for plunder. This was the unfortunate state of the current Sith Eternal military given its raiding nature and desire for plunder, but this was how things were, for now at least.
Below, Xitan continued to assist in making quick work of the security guards. His Sith entourage cutting down those who dared try to flank their commander while the squads and companies fanned out and proceeded to terrorize the place. As the Acolyte stalked the streets, screams of terror and yells of anguish could be heard all over as Kala'uun was ravaged by the hungry forces of the Sith Eternal. Advancing deeper in, the Sith would pause though when he sensed something off in the air. This sensation was felt near the ryll dens which were located in the lower slums. Looking down a passageway, there was something in the Force that was reaching out... the sensation of many fears, save for a stoic soul that was with them. Motioning to his Sith warriors, the group descended down the passageway and proceeded to notice a lived-in area, small beds that decorated the area, with a modest room detached from them. Xitan walked over and touched one of the beds, feeling that it was still warm.
=Sith Warrior= Commander!
A voice calls out, followed by what the masked Sith heard were several hitched voices. Quickly, Xitan moved to the doorway and looked in, finding an older gentleman and a teenage female that stood between them and several children. Something immediately caught his eyes as the Acolyte noticed a lightsaber at the side of both the male and the female. Quickly, Xitan comms in Dragus.
Lord Dragus, get to my coordinates, NOW! This city has Jedi in it!
There was a small enclave here, a hiding hole, where these two must have been collecting potentials for the Jedi Order in this part of the Outer Rim! And here, Xitan thought the Jedi kept their activities to the Coreward territories since before the fall of the Republic. And yet, right before him, Xitan was looking at a Master, an Apprentice, and several potential Padawans. He raises his hand as one of the Sith Warriors advances.
No! We wait. Lord Dragus would want to see this.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 30, 2022 12:30:36 GMT -8
In the upper reaches of the city in the mountain, the fox took full advantage of its freedom within the hen house. Electrical discharge crackled along the tip of Dragus' malevolent lance as he carried it in his right claw whilst seated in the saddle on his precious mutated drexl, Spite, as the two took a leisurely stroll through the wealthier quarter of Kala'uun. It was absolute chaos, with panicked citizens running throughout the streets, trampling one another in a vain attempt at escape. Let the mice flee, thought the mad drake lord atop his snarling mount. It would only be to their detriment as confusion and mayhem were the theme of the attack. He watched as hordes of ranats poured through the hole where his mount had smashed its way in, thousands upon thousands of them, foaming at the snout as they threw themselves at the fear stricken twi'leks. Despite the horror, some of the locals mustered enough courage to make a stand against the Sith Eternal forces besieging the mountain holdfast. From his perch atop the great beast's back, the Hungering One observed as armed aliens with swaying head tails formed firing lines and let loose with bolts of coherent energized gas, cooking verminous savages in their own greasy fur as the vermintide attempted to overwhelm a guard post at the end of a row of expensive manses. It was hopeless, he surmised, watching the horde push closer as the villainous rodents scampered over their dead and crashed against the defenders like waves rolling into shore. Still, the heap of dead and burning vermin was growing higher as the dead spilled over the side of the railing that separated the upper levels from the great open cavity in the center of the mountain that ran all the way to the bottom. Ranat corpses toppled over the barrier and plummeted several thousand feet to the bottom, where they erupted in a fleshy explosion of gore upon striking the bottom. Most irksome. Such was the thought of the Great Devourer as he tugged on the reigns and directed Spite's long neck and wide fang filled maw in the direction of the heroic last stand. He leaned lower in the saddle as blaster bolts flew in his direction, though as Spite reared up her rider found himself protected by the repto-avians armour thick covering of glossy purple scales. Full powered rifle bolts bounced off their reflective surface, striking the occasional ranat or fleeing townsperson as Dragus and his pet neared the guard house. Once more the scaled sultan of sin found himself leaning in towards his precious pet's ear hole to utter a familiar phrase. "Dragaryz." Hissed the saurian Sith, causing Spite's black irises to dilate as it drew in a mighty breath, causing head-tails to become pulled in its direction. Then with an even mightier exhalation, the drexl expelled a growing cloud of poisonous breath that swept over the guard house and encompassed everything within twenty feet of the structure around which the resistance was staged. Twi'leks screamed in agony, but not for long, as those caught in the acidic miasma found their flesh turned black and slough from their bones like running water. There were more than a few squeaks silenced by the toxic cloud as well, though that didn't seem to particularly bother the dark apothecary.Lord Dragus, get to my coordinates, NOW! This city has Jedi in it! Jedi? A scaled brow lifted over one smouldering coal on the Blood Wyrm's face. He turned his snout and regarded the comm device on his hip, crackling with static due to interference from the mountain's dense mineral composition, but speaking plain enough for him to have heard the most important word. Jeedai...how long had it been? Too long certainly since he had wet his claws on one of their kind. He had encountered more than a few in his time; some of those occasions had even left their scars. They had been the primary enemy of the Order of the Eye for all the years he had served it. While these days the Jedi had taken a back seat to the peace and stability the Imperial forces of the First Order seemed able to provide the galaxy, he had not forgotten this long despised foe. If they were here, it seemed an opportune time to educate his Sith Eternal comrades in how a true Sith deals with their ancient enemy. Yes, that thought quite appealed to him."Squeakerz." Growled Dragus with a low wet gurgle, sliding his lance into the reek leather loop on the right side of the saddle. "Take the reignz." He said before standing up and walking across Spite's back. Not an easy feat, mind you, as the drexl continued to squirm beneath him as it slurped up puddles of melted skin from the ground. The dark apothecary's ranat assistant scurried between the Sith's legs and caught the reigns, doing its ablest to control the massive repto-avian while its master strolled across its spine down towards where its long barbed tail hung over the railing, where the mountain's hollow center was located. As he reached the edge, he crouched down into a squat, sinking his foot talons into Spite's scales as he leaned over the side and looked down the drop that ran from the mountain city's stone ceiling all the way to the bottom. He let out a whistle, though if there was an echo it was barely audible over the screams and sounds of violence that had consumed the city. Each death was an integral note in the great symphony of suffering he was performing for these people. As terrified civilians expired and their life force fizzled away to join the aether, or the Force if that's what you preferred to call it, he extended his own insidious hungering aura and snatched up those offerings he could, drawing them to him as they were denied eternal peace in the afterlife.As shrieking souls were pulled into the blackhole at the center of his being, the twisted terrorsaur swelled, shadows coiling around his dark form and swathing his scales as a second set of robes. Empowered, the life force drunken drake leapt off the back of Spite and flipped tail over snout, diving over the edge into a very long drop. Wind buffeted the falling draconian, threatening to alter his course as risen warm smoke caught the folds of his cloak and caused it to billow around his plummeting body. He streaked like a vengeful spirit towards the ground, his crimson orbs tearing up from the speed he had built, even as the ground grew larger and closer by the second. A hundred feet from the lower level, Dragus released some of the built up energy he had been collecting, focusing his mind on slowing his rapid descent. Remarkably he did, flipping over again as he reached the last few dozen meters and his claws struck the ground with such slight force one might have thought he had simply slipped off the couch, bending just enough at the knee to absorb any residual impact. A common enough Jedi trick, but one that helped set the mood for what was to come next. Slowly he unbent his knees and rose to his full height, before stalking across the chasm towards where the forces under Xitan had their quarry cornered.When he reached Xitan, he noticed the acolyte and several others outside a twi'lek domicile, more of a hovel really. Dragus' nostril slits expanded as his powerful sense of smell detected fear pheromones in the air intermingling with the scent of voided bowels and a burning chemical fetor. He stopped on the opposite side of the entrance into the dwelling as his comrade-in-villainy. Peering his snout around the corner like a slithering serpent, the saurian's lips peeled back into a devious sneer as he beheld the old man, young female, and several children. Like the others, he did not fail to notice the lightsaber hilts hanging from the old man and female's belt, nor the way they placed themselves between the Sith and the children. Oh yes, Jedi. There could be no mistaking it. Stepping back away from the door, the dark apothecary looked across at Xitan, focusing his bloody orbs on the acolyte who no doubt had picked up on the shit-eating-grin that encompassed the barabel's jaws. "Follow my lead." He hissed knowingly at his accomplice, then stepped directly in front of the door and appeared into plain view of the cornered Forcelings and their hopeless guardians."Stay back." Said the old man, clearly human with some unfortunate male pattern baldness atop his scalp. The Jedi, a master perhaps, pulled the lightsaber hilt from his belt and held it at the ready, though hadn't yet activated it. The female, his likely apprentice, moved to do the same but was stopped by a hand from the older of the two. They knew there was no way out, no chance. Though neither seemed willing to provoke the Sith that had boxed them in for fear of speeding up their impending demise.Dragus held up his empty claws as though to show that he was no threat, difficult given the wicked looking serrated spike capping his swaying tail and the razor glint from the edge of each talon curving off his claw tips. All the same, he stepped out into the open without a weapon in hand, letting the Jedi and whimpering younglings behind them get a full look at him in all his awfulness. "Now there iz no need for that." Hissed the drake, taking another step forwards. The older Jedi didn't like that and ignited his lightsaber with a snap/hiss. Snap/Hiss! Yes, exactly like that. Stopping in his tracks, the saurian Sith's bloody gaze lingering on the acid yellow blade of coherent plasma held in front of him. He could smell the acrid stench of burning ozone bleeding off its super heated edge. "We've only come for the children." He continued. "Give them to uz and you are free to be on your way."It was an offer their wholesome quasi-religious principles would not allow them to accept, nor did he expect them to take his word over such an obvious lie. Oh, he wanted the children of course, but he'd never be satisfied with that alone. Not that it mattered. These Jedi were stereotypical of their kind."No." Replied the old man, holding his lightsaber blade diagonally across his body in a guard position. Though advanced in years, the Force radiated off the human strongly, imbuing his unassuming form with strength and vitality. Dragus could practically taste the wretched purity, recoiling as he extended his senses into the fey and found the Jedi's presence to be a blinding light against his encroaching darkness. "I won't allow you to harm them. Slink back to whatever hole you crawled out of, Sith scum, and you may yet live to see another day." His words were delivered with chastisement, but not anger, even in the face of such obvious evil as He-Who-Hungers.Excellent! Oh, that sort of language was certainly not called for but if there was one thing the Blood Wyrm enjoyed it was a challenge. "That'z the ssspirit! Siss Siss Siss!" Cackled the dark apothecary, sliding his front foot back while bending the knee of his other, sinking into a martial stance. His raised claws came down and were held up in front of his snout, shoulder width apart with his forearms exposed towards the older Jedi, talons curled in building tension like a bird of prey. "Let'z make thiz interesssting, shall we? If you can beat me, I'll let the children go." The focused embers of his fiercely glowing eyes slowly switched from the old man, to the children, then over to the teenage female. Dragus' forked tongue flicked back and forth before his lips, misting the air with blood flecks as he observed the female. "I'm afraid I can't make the sssame promissse for your apprentice. The men..." He jerked a clawed thumb over his shoulder before bringing the hand back into position. "...have needz, you sssee. She'z a bit on the ssscrawny ssside, I'll grant you, but I'm sssure she haz holez enough to sssuffice."That was enough to set him off. In the breadth of a second the Jedi, who Dragus was now more than certain had to be a master, came at him with a series of flashing sweeps and strokes. Each slash and thrust brought the scalding yellow energy blade within an inch of the barabel's scales, but never quite close enough to strike something solid. The Hungering One leaned back, left, right, ducked, and on occasion, dipped. He twisted and leapt, spun and pirouetted, even performed a somersault before flipping up to his toe talons and stepping around another swipe. There was no attempt, at least not at first, on the saurian Sith's part to strike back. Slowly but surely, the sweeping slashes began to slow as fatigue set in and fear and doubt began to creep into the old master's mind. Was he outmatched? Could he even win? Not the typical thoughts a Jedi Master might have, but against one such as scaled scourge they were reasonable questions to ask. After several embarrassing minutes of toying with his opponent, Dragus finally engaged as the old man raised his lightsaber overhead in classic horse stance for an overhead strike. Stepping into the Jedi's guard, the barabel's left claw caught the hilt, sinking his finger talons into the Jedi's hands gripping the cylindrical handle and eliciting a cry of pain from the human as his thumb came off the activation stud and the blade fizzled out. Then his right claw came up and caught the old man's right elbow before the saurian twisted and pulled, using his momentum to throw the Jedi over his shoulder onto the floor.It happened so fast the master barely had time to let out a gasp as the air was driven from his lungs, his back striking the ground hard enough for his grip to slacken. Pulling as he stepped back, Dragus plucked the lightsaber hilt from the Jedi Master's hand before swinging his tail around, holding the poison glistening edge to the downed man's exposed throat. As the Jedi struggled to draw breath, it became clear to him that he was beaten and he remained where he was on the ground, with ire in his eyes and the Sith's tail blade to his neck. The dark apothecary hefted the hilt in his hand, tossing it up and down in his palm a few times. "Excellent form, exquisssite craftsssmanship, though lacking in any ussseful artifice. Do not be dissscouraged; you never had a hope. Maybe with thiz..." He shook the hilt, before gripping it tightly. "...you had sssome sssmall, minissscule really, chance at successs. I'm a poor claw with a lightsssaber, sssadly. But without it, you are far from my equal. Ssstill, the fun needn't end here." He ran his forked tongue over his bleeding lips, locking eyes with the teenage girl standing guard over the children. He pressed the Jedi Master painfully to the floor with the bulk of his muscular tail, crushing him to the ground as the tip of his blade remained millimeters from the old man's right eye."I'll make you a sssimilar offer, girl." Hissed the mad drake wickedly, indicating towards the door where the other Sith were presently located, then again keeping his attention locked on the female apprentice. "Kill Xitan here and I ssswear on my honour az a Sssith that I will let the children go."
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Darth Xitan
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 5, 2022 14:18:38 GMT -8
It was hardly a fight. When the so-called Jedi Master moved to challenge and take on the Saurian, Dragus proved who was the better fighter. Even though he was the Sith Eternal's apothecary and utilized Sith Magic, Xitan knew that anyone on the Council of the Seven was a capable fighter. Perhaps not like Garrax or Xazatar, but could still hold their own in a duel and be able to take down a foe. It seemed that this Jedi was not fully capable of controlling his emotions or thoughts though, given that he was set off by a mere ploy of words... pitiful and pathetic in the eyes of Xitan.
With that challenge ended, Dragus attempt to tempt what one would assume was the Padawan in a chance of hope. The Twi'lek looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, perhaps a street kid that the Jedi Master picked up as the first of his recruits to properly train for the Jedi Order. However, without the proper facilities, Xitan doubted her skills were anything of note or worth. She did seem to look between Dragus, who had crushed her master like a fly, and then turned her gaze to who he had identified, which was the Acolyte, Xitan. The masked Sith eyed the young Twi'lek for a long time, keeping an eye on if she did plan to react on his offer or simply stand there like the fool she was.
XItan sensed the conflict within her, wanting to choose the chance to save the children's lives, but she was truly untrained as a Jedi. She wanted to live and run away! She wanted to go somewhere else and hide. The Acolyte then flourished his lightsaber, clicking the hilt, and activating the bright crimson crossguard blade. As it hummed, Xitan brought it up and pointed it directly at the young Padawan who stood between them and the children.
Either you will lay your weapon down and surrender... or you will join your pathetic Master in death.
This was the final statement made. If she didn't answer quickly, Xitan would answer for her. It was clear that she was unskilled and without worthy ability. And so, as the Sith prepared to strike, the lightsaber that was at her belt was picked up and tossed at the feet of Xitan. She surrendered to the desire to live rather than fight for a dead Master. Quietly, the Acolyte picks it up and hands it to one of the Sith Warriors. Orders were relayed afterward.
Get them back to the shuttles unharmed and onto the Pyramid. We will find out what to deal with them after.
The Sith Warrior nods before Xitan reaffirms one part of his order by grabbing the armored collar of the individual.
And I mean... no. harm.
The children could be of use for the future of the Sith Eternal. Even an relatively untrained Padawan. With the right education, and time, this handful of potentials could join those who serve the will and mission of the Supreme Leader as true followers of the Sith and the Three Emperors. The Sith Warriors advanced and began to collect everyone, the mask of Xitan followed the Padawan as she was led away by his entourage before it turned to Dragus. His eyes now looking down at the deceased Jedi Master.
Thought the Jedi kept to the Coreward territories and along Perlemian hyperroute these days.
Based off the recent intelligence reports, Feluciua, Ossus, and Corellia were the strongholds and headquarters of the Jedi.
Unless he was leftover from that short-lived Vandelhelm conclave.
Xitan rubs the chin of his mask, looking down at the dead Jedi before his eyes scanned the room they were in.
Perhaps even forming his own Order on Ryloth?
There was much to consider seeing a Jedi was here. Was he associated with one of the main orders or an independent and wandering Master? Of course, there was the question of why Ryloth too. And for that matter, this Jedi may not have been alone. There may be others of his kind on Ryloth... Sith Intelligence would have its work cut out once this was reported.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Dragus on Nov 6, 2022 6:48:46 GMT -8
Sadly, the apprentice's response was predictable. While it obviously wouldn't have been much of a match, one thing Dragus had always enjoyed was toying with the meat before making a meal of it. Added a bit of gaminess to the flavour. Speaking of which... Holding the captured lightsaber of the Jedi Master in his left claw, he jammed his right index talon into one end of the hilt and dug it around inside, attempting to hollow it out as he mulched the delicate electronics. Removing the sharpened digit, he brought the cylindrical tube to his lips and blew into one end, blowing its interior bits onto the ground. Unidentifiable metal shards, save for the still glowing yellow kybur crystal which could not be mistaken, scattered across the floor at his feet. Turning to one of the Sith troopers nearest to him, the black scaled barabel handed the hollowed tube to the man, then set about the task of preparing his snack. He knelt down beside the freshly cooling body and grabbed the old man by either side of the head with his claws, securing a strong hold. Then with a sickening twist, he snapped the connection at the spine and pulled, tearing the head from the rest of the cadaver in a grotesque display of physical strength. Neck skin stretched until it ripped, unleashing a red geyser from the Jedi's neck stump as the Hungering One removed the head and tucked it under his left arm. Rising, he retrieved the hollowed hilt from the trooper and jammed it into the disembodied heads right eye socket, sinking it deep until it struck the grey matter he so savoured."A Jedi Order on Ryloth?" Gasped Dragus, appearing visibly alarmed by the notion. His concern was fleeting, however, in the face of his snack. He brought the hollowed lightsaber hilt to his snout and wrapped his scaly lips around it, then began to suck, using the tube as a straw to suction out the delicious brains inside. After a long slurp and swallow, he let out a filthy belch, spattering the trooper next to him with grey flecks. "Perish the thought!"Jedi out in this stretch of space were not entirely unknown to him. Years ago when the Order of the Eye dominated the Outer Rim, they had attempted to break this world and bring it into the fold. That attempt had been rebuked by a force of Jedi, though he couldn't recall to which order they had belonged. Not that it mattered, they were all one and the same as far as he was concerned. In the decades since, with the rise of the First Order, that presence had seemed to have diminished. It was part of the reason he hadn't been concerned with bringing Ryloth into the fold of the Sith Eternal. Leave it to the Hutts, Pykes, or whatever lawless gangsters sought to exploit its people for precious spice. Truthfully, his only intent at the outset of their venture was to use it as a resource from which to gather slaves. But if the Jedi sought a foothold here, well, it would prove problematic. Ryloth was a gateway into the Sith Eternal's small but growing empire, threatening his carefully laid plans. It could not be allowed.Taking a final sip from his morbid parody of a tropical drink one might find on Draggle Rock, the dark apothecary handed the brainless head to the trooper beside him and wiped the sticky ichor from his claws upon the soldiers armour, much to said soldiers dismay. He then placed his claws behind his back, grasping his wrists as he paced back and forth beside the cooling headless corpse on the ground."We are at a critical point in our operation, Xitan. A Jedi presssence on Ryloth would prove problematic to everything we are trying to accomplish. Sssuddenly thiz world haz proven itssself much more valuable than I initially sssurmised." Behind him, his tail whipped back and forth, slicing the air with every stroke and causing the soldiers nearest to him to step back and give the dark apothecary a wide berth. Finally he came to a stop, releasing his wrists as he raised a single talon to emphasize his point. "Forget the raid. Thiz planet iz too important to be allowed to fall into enemy handz." His lips spread wide, displaying rows of teeth with captured specks of brain trapped between them."We will conquer Ryloth!"
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