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Post by Elarinya on Aug 11, 2024 22:30:12 GMT -8
Ela hadn't stopped blushing much at all, her tentacles on her chin and what constituted her eyebrows were still a much darker red and wriggling more than usual. She looked away to the side as Sirona had her turn with the glasses and stared at her, at least feeling a small bit of relief that they had shared that same shock. But her heart rate had started racing for a few moments and her breathing had become heavier as she waited... and waited... and then noticed Sirona had closed her eyes and had taken the glasses off. Something for which she was grateful. But with that relief, did come the shame both from having worn the glasses and stared at her friend and the fact she had somewhat forced them upon her friend in return. She should have just been honest and not put them back on, but... She was just honestly confused and stunned by it all.
She slowly turned his face back toward Sirona, as the Witch looked up to meet her gaze. Ela found herself shy and feeling inferior under Sirona's gaze a lot lately. She gave a solemn nod as Sirona stated more than asked if Ela had seen her. She could not blame Sirona for the reaction she had. Hells, she wouldn't have blamed her for destroying the glasses there and then. She let go of her grip upon Sirona's arm as the Witch pulled away and turned around to cross to the other side of the room. This had been a problem of her own making. All she had to do was not put those glasses back on and just struggled with the labels. But she hadn't, she had made a conscious choice to put the glasses back on and had once again angered Sirona. She grabbed the glasses from the table and put them back into their container on her belt, her focus never leaving her friend as she seemed to seeth through a myriad of emotions. Ela could sense the turmoil, but could not, for the life of her, determine the specifics of each one. While she wasn't sure what to do or say exactly, she did keep her distance, not wanting to intrude on Sirona's space at this moment
I'm... so sorry... I just... I didn't want to look at you... Well no, not saying I don't want to look at you.... That's not what I meant.... uhhh... You have a very nice... no, you look very nice... Wait, that's not what I meant either... I didn't mean to look at you like that without asking first.... I should have just said what happened. I didn't know what they did, but given Dragus gave them to me... I should have suspected something weird would happen...
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Post by Darth Sirona on Aug 11, 2024 23:06:28 GMT -8
Sirona's roiling emotions did not calm, though she tried her best to hide it as she turned her head slightly, not quite enough to see over her shoulder, but enough to indicate she was listening. She let Ela ramble for a bit, and if she hadn't been so distraught, probably would have laughed upon realizing who had introduced the glasses in the first place. But not now, Sirona couldn't even decide on scouling or what outward emotion to portray. But whatever it would be, it would be accompanied by tears. Resolving to keep her face at least a little obviouscated, in order to stop Ela from witnessing her crying yet again, Sirona kept her head at a half turn as she spoke filling the void after Ela's stammering had petered out. Her voice soft, barely above a whisper. And now you've seen more of me than anyone else, Elarinya... She pauses, taking a moment to think of her question. You've been my loyal shadow for a while now, so tell me... What have you seen. We're both adults, we know what adult women look like, so why did I, of all people, give you the symptoms of a stroke victim?
Sirona had never understood, even less than most people, what attracted people in certain ways to each other. She had had friends before, few, but they had still existed. And she understood friendship and the desire for that, but the more... intimate relationships had always eluded her understanding. When she was younger, she had gone with the alien feeling once before, but it had ended... unceremoniously as she left for the Conclave and Geralt stayed with the Blackguard. They had never even officially talked about what they were before or after that parting of ways, so she still had little in the way of experience in such matters. Now her newly minted friendship seemed to hang in the balance of whatever these feelings were.
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Post by Elarinya on Aug 12, 2024 21:03:56 GMT -8
When she did finally stop rambling, she was somewhat grateful that Sirona had not turned on her violently or told her to leave. Both would have been reasonable and valid responses to everything. But despite the Witches face being hidden by shadows and the emotional waves rolling off of her, Ela had spent enough time with Sirona to know when she was crying. But she said nothing, stopping herself as she made a half step forward and stopped, wanting to go and help comfort her friend. But no matter how strong the desire, she found her self stalled between lacking the courage to do so and the knowledge that she needed to let Sirona give her permission.
She was then caught off-guard by the Lore Masters revelation. That fact alone caused a flutter within the Sith Warriors heart, jealously guarding the knowledge of what she had seen and knowing no one else had. She still wasn't entirely sure what this feeling was. Dragnir had never felt this for any of the countless women he had cycled through, not had she felt it for him. She had just been another one of his... what was the word she had heard used once? concubines. He had conquered her and used her, not that she had been although adverse to it at the time. But such pleasure had been shallow. This felt a considerably deeper.
But her thoughts were soon interrupted by Sirona's next comments and line of questioning. In truth, she didn't fully understand what she felt herself, but to now have to try and explain it to the person that made her feel this way? Well, she was certain she had faced fights more challenging, how hard could it truly be
I have certainly seen things before, but the only person I've ever seen unclothed before... is myself. And what I look like, is... very different to what I saw when looking at you...
She clasped her hands together then, twiddling her thumbs together a little as a brief flash of memory reminded her of what she had seen moments ago
I could lie and say I've been with many men and women, but the truth is... I haven't. I... Dragnir... He... We... did things, but... He was not kind. Not like you... You had every right to leave me behind when we first met, but you took me in. I've... never had that before. It... it felt nice. You're not like the others and I've finally managed to get close enough to be friends, but... I don't want it to be like with Dragnir... We consummated our friendship, but it was shallow and... painful. I want us to be friends and maybe one day... Well... you know what friends do...
She couldn't help but blush a little harder, her expectations of what friends did together skewed a lot by her upbringing
Seeing you like that was.... breathtaking. You look... flawless...
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Post by Darth Sirona on Aug 13, 2024 8:25:59 GMT -8
Sirona squeezed her eyes shut, stopping the tears for now, as she listened to what Elarinya had to say. Perhaps the Loremaster had not taken fully into account the kind of upbringing that Elarinya had had. If you could call it an up bringing at all from what she had heard. But all the same, Sirona felt a lot of things very strongly right now. And chief among them had risen frustration. Her hands, gripping her forearms tightened with her eye lids, her nails digging into her sleeves. This was not the type of thing she was skilled at, nor something she had fully expected from the voyage to Dromond Kaas. Sirona took a deep breath and then made herself relax. Her grip loosened and her eyes opened again. Finally she turned to face her friend. Ela... Sirona began, her voice still barely more than a whisper. I can't pretend to understand your formative years, nor what else you may have experienced since before we met again on Dathomir. What I do understand is that friendships don't always have a... physical aspect to them. I do not have much of an interest at all in physical intimacy. Though I do still want to be your friend, if that is not a deal breaker. Her blushing cheeks had calmed down somewhat, but the comment at her flawless body had ensured they would remain for a good while now. But I will say, you were very aesthetically pleasing to look at as well...
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Post by Elarinya on Aug 22, 2024 18:41:17 GMT -8
If nothing else, Ela was glad that Sirona had stopped crying. It hurt to see her friend cry, for it meant something had hurt or had made her sad. Neither thing was acceptable as far as the Demon's Daughter was concerned. She relaxed a little when Sirona finally turned around and spoke, though Ela admittedly had to strain her hearing a little to pick up the softly spoken words. Though now it was her turn to feel a little dejected as Sirona seemed to dismiss the idea of friendship bonding. But perhaps the Witch was right, perhaps friendships could still exist without that consummation and still be close. Her heart did flutter a little as Sirona then complimented her appearance, causing her to drop her gaze to the floor
T-thank you... if you ever want... actually, never mind...
She wouldn't ruin this moment, she needed to stay focused and not be the one to upset Sirona. As it stood, the Loremaster still wished to remain friends, even after the debacle that had just taken place
I think I can live with that... But perhaps maybe one day, maybe just once, if you ever change your mind... or maybe you're just curious... anyway uhm... should we get back to our lesson, friend?
She reached out one hand toward Sirona, whilst her other motioned toward the table of alchemical components
No more glasses, I promise.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 7, 2024 0:56:12 GMT -8
A battered YT 1300 light freighter slid effortlessly onto the hyperspace lane…. Boland, comfortable in the pilot’s seat manned the Utopic Vulture. Maureen shrieked at the sight of an oncoming meteor and spoke shrilly -Maureen- “Boland! Lookout!” The hound stiffened with the girls words. But Boland ,deftly steering around the massive rock, sat quite composed. Looking at the child with her one eye and drawing right index finger to her lips Grace spoke volumes without uttering a word. The little girl sat back relaxing, with a dog anxiously licking her face. Sitting motionlessly on the left shoulder of Grace, The Raven found himself fighting the urge to render Boland to cinders. And this horrifying bag of nerves went roaring down the hyperspace highway…..
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Post by Darth Sirona on Sept 19, 2024 21:48:02 GMT -8
If nothing else, Ela was glad that Sirona had stopped crying. It hurt to see her friend cry, for it meant something had hurt or had made her sad. Neither thing was acceptable as far as the Demon's Daughter was concerned. She relaxed a little when Sirona finally turned around and spoke, though Ela admittedly had to strain her hearing a little to pick up the softly spoken words. Though now it was her turn to feel a little dejected as Sirona seemed to dismiss the idea of friendship bonding. But perhaps the Witch was right, perhaps friendships could still exist without that consummation and still be close. Her heart did flutter a little as Sirona then complimented her appearance, causing her to drop her gaze to the floorT-thank you... if you ever want... actually, never mind...She wouldn't ruin this moment, she needed to stay focused and not be the one to upset Sirona. As it stood, the Loremaster still wished to remain friends, even after the debacle that had just taken placeI think I can live with that... But perhaps maybe one day, maybe just once, if you ever change your mind... or maybe you're just curious... anyway uhm... should we get back to our lesson, friend?She reached out one hand toward Sirona, whilst her other motioned toward the table of alchemical componentsNo more glasses, I promise.
Good, no glasses. She turns back to the assembled items before them. I mostly have the bottles memorized at this point by shape and position. She seemed to be about to launch into the lesson when she stopped and then turns back to her friend and protector, her expression more serious now. If- if I do, at some point, decide casual... intimacy... is something I am interested in experiencing, you'll be the first to know. That said, remind me after this lesson to get you some literature on common types of friendship bonding across various cultures, you may find it enlightening. And thus began one of the most awkward teaching sessions of Sirona's life.Outside the lab door, Maywyn, Athell, and Elonna simultaneously sighed in defeat, when they had heard the initial commotion they had come to see if help was needed, but stayed for the gossip and to silently root for the pair currently inside the lab. Yet it seemed today would not be that day, and they each went off to resume the duties they had been performing before. |
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Post by Elarinya on Sept 22, 2024 23:44:30 GMT -8
Ela did her best not to let the little flutter of her heart show anywhere physical as Sirona accepted her offered hand and returned to the Alchemy Table. While things were still a little tense, her friend was at least no longer fully upset with her and that was a win in her book. She did her best to pay attention as Sirona arranged the bottles, knowing she was going to have to memorise them herself since the handwriting on them was useless without the glasses. As Sirona turned toward her, Ela straightened up and met the Witches gaze
T-thanks... There are other friendship bonding rituals? Huh... I'll do my best to remember!
Ela turned back to the table and focused, turning from the vials and bottles back to Sirona and trying to commit to memory as much as she could. Unlike her Father, whom was known as the Sorcerer Supreme for his magical talents with the Force, Ela had no such skills. She was capable of performing pushes and pulls and floating objects through the air, she could even enhance her speed and ability to jump. But no matter what she tried, how hard she trained, or often she practised, she could not command the mystical aspects of the Force. But perhaps Alchemy could be an area she might have a chance with
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Post by Karnac on Oct 9, 2024 6:41:18 GMT -8
It was a lucky thing that Sarrassia was within the realm of Sith Eternal's territories. While they had yet to claim the world, it was nestled nicely short of Eriadu. It was good to handle this part so quickly, as he knew the next item on his list would send him to the other side of the galaxy. It was best to take advantage of the proximity while it was available.
Emerging from hyperspace, the Tûaradi approached the planet. Currently, they held no ties to any particular order or government, so there were no fleets guarding it, making it easy enough to approach and land. As he pressed forward, he turned on his computer and began tying into the planet's network, seeking out any mining companies and if they were actively gathering the iron he needed. Failing that, he would look to see if any known deposits were recorded that he could search around.
While finding a company currently involved with the metal would be quicker, mining it himself where no one else was would be simpler. Both had pros and cons, but time would tell which path would reveal itself. |
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Post by Karnac on Oct 9, 2024 8:32:21 GMT -8
After a few minutes of searching, the Zabrak found what he was looking for, both in untouched deposits and a company currently mining the metal. Considering how Sarrassia Iron resonated with the dark side of the Force, he wondered if there were other uses he could have for it or if it was something the Sith Eternal could use. Now that he thought about it, it might serve him well in his next project.
For now, he logged the locations where the untouched deposits resided before entering the coordinates for the current mining project. The faster he could get this done, the quicker he could craft his weapon and move on to the next steps he'd take as Champion. With his destination set, he pushed forward on the accelerator as the engines increased their thrust and pressed him down into the planet's atmosphere. |
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Post by Karnac on Oct 15, 2024 9:51:03 GMT -8
Karnac sailed across the skies of Sarrassia as he made his approach towards the mining facility. It was a few hours out from his entry point, but that was fine. It gave him some time to figure out how he'd obtain the metal. Would he do proper business with them or just kill them all and take what he wanted? There was also no telling just how the company in charge would respond. Just as with Haruun Kal, he'd have to expect every outcome and prepare to commit to whatever path worked best.
Before long, the facility came into view over the horizon. It was a relatively large mountainous area with plenty of large machinery. Indeed, it was a large operation, from what the Zabrak could tell. As he grew closer, it was clear that they had picked him up on sensors as a hail came across his speakers.
Unidentified vessel. You are not authorized to be in this area. Change course immediately.
Karnac smirked a bit as he could already see where this was going. Still, maybe there was an easier way through this. Apologies for my unannounced arrival. I'm here seeking to buy some Sarrassia Iron from your operation or set up a business arrangement.
It wasn't but a moment more before a response came through.
You are not authorized to be in this area. Change course immediately. This is your final warning.
The Zabrak couldn't help but laugh. From what he could see and what his sensors picked up, there were no anti-aircraft emplacements, which made him more confident about moving in. That is a shame. Unfortunately, I will not be heeding these warnings as I have business here. So please, bring out your best welcoming committee.
Pressing forward, the Fury-class Interceptor made its way over the facility, bringing its speed to a crawl as it began to land. He expected that they were mobilizing whatever security team they had to intercept him—such a shame, really. But he would allow them a final chance once they realized just who they were denying. With a resolved confidence, he departed the cockpit for the boarding ramp. |
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Post by Karnac on Oct 16, 2024 8:28:05 GMT -8
As he descended the ramp, it took no time for the Zabrak to gauge their intentions. The moment he could glimpse what awaited him, a firing line was focused upon him and ready to fire. He stopped once he cleared the ramp and let his eyes scan the area. About twenty men carrying a mix of blaster rifles and pistols. Slowly, he lifted his hands, a show of surrender as if he only now realized the situation he was in. Yet, it was only a few seconds before his arms fell limp at his sides, and he laughed. "Is this all you could muster? Such a shame. I was hoping for more."
He knew that actions and words would be enough to set at least one of them off to gun him down. But it wouldn't matter. With the last words spoken, his fingers on his left hand twitched and curved inward slightly. This forced the weapons from his executioners' hands. His wrist then twisted, and the guns turned to face the men. He had to thank his master for the training he gave them. Ripping the guns out of their hands was one thing, but adequately manipulating them to turn and aim at their respective owners was a skill of fine-tuned control. He savored the sudden surprise and fear in their eyes, letting them think he was about to set the blasters off. Instead, he raised them above everyone, allowing them to group up. Squeezing his fist, he crushed all of them. A few power packs gave off tiny explosions, making everyone jump or hit the ground. It was certainly amusing. He chuckled a bit before taking in a deep breath. "Now, how about we try this again? I'm here to purchase some of your iron or set up a business deal. So, take me to the one in charge." He then glanced around. "I'm sure we would all like to avoid more hostile situations, wouldn't you all agree?" |
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Post by Karnac on Oct 16, 2024 9:52:09 GMT -8
The shock that fell upon the security team's faces as Karnac forcefully ripped their guns away and then destroyed them couldn't be explained. Some seemed as if they'd die of fright. Then again, none expected such a being to appear. After all, for some, the Jedi and Sith were just rumors and myths. But here they were, witnessing that power. Then again, it was possible they knew of their existence but felt themselves safe from ever having to cross their paths. The Zabrak could only guess that no one told them or knew of the Sith Eternal's presence in the worlds around them.
Still, with their weapons gone and true power standing before them, refusing his request was a death wish. Many scattered as a couple motioned for him to follow as they entered the gate. Many of the workers stopped and watched as Karnac was led, wondering just what he was doing here. They knew he had landed and that this place was off-limits to anyone not affiliated with their company. It was only a short time before they reached a set of stairs that led up to a singular building. Climbing it, they entered what seemed to be the head office where the boss resided.
A Weequay turned and saw the pair of guards with Karnac between them. His face turned angry as he yelled at them.
"What the hell is this?! I thought I told you to get rid of him?! If he didn't leave, shoot him and dispose of the body! Why did you bring him in here?!"
Karnac took a step forward with a laugh. The guards didn't move to stop him, the fear still residing on their faces. "They simply recognized the foolishness of denying power." He then lifted his hand and waved them off. They left the room without a word as Karnac stepped forward and took a seat, propping his feet up on the Weequay's desk. The man was flustered at how easily the guards responded to the newcomer but not to the one paying them.
Still, the Zabrak merely smiled at the man before motioning to his seat. "If you please? Maybe we can get these discussions underway. We are both busy people, after all."
Though visibly angry, the Weequay did so. But the action proved to have an ulterior motive as he suddenly pulled out a holdout blaster. He quickly pointed and fired at Karnac. The Sith lifted his hand and absorbed the shot before ripping it from the man's hand and catching it with his own. At that moment, the man understood who sat before him and rapidly stood, stumbling away towards the wall.
Karnac gave a heavy sigh but said nothing. Instead, his free hand lifted, taking hold of the man, lifted him into the air, and slammed him into the ceiling. As he held the Weequay there, Karnac shook his head with disappointment. "That's strike two. We are now past the point of business. So, you will simply give me what I desire. If you hit strike three..." He then motioned with his head to the facility outside. "I will stain the walls of this place with the blood of every worker here. I will break your limbs, string you up, and force you to bear witness to each and every brutal death. Do I make myself clear?"
A faint grunt was all the Weequay could manage to acknowledge Karnac's demands. Dropping his hand, he released the grip on the man as he fell hard into the floor. Standing, Karnac looked down at the boss with glowing yellow eyes. "Now, shall we get started loading my ship?" |
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Post by Karnac on Oct 18, 2024 6:29:48 GMT -8
The Weequay went from his position against the ceiling to being dropped flat three meters in a blink. Grunts and groans were all Karnac would hear for a few minutes as the man worked to regain some air and adjust to the pain his body was in. He ached all over and wasn't sure if he had broken any bones in the fall. However, he seemed fine enough to finally push himself to his feet and sit in his chair again after picking it up and moving it back into place.
"Understood. How much Sarrassia Iron are you seeking to obtain?"
The Zabrak had made his point extremely clear by slamming him into the ceiling and dropping him, as well as threatening the lives of every worker in the facility. It would be a severe hit financially and undoubtedly would receive harsh words, if not more, from the main headquarters, but it would be far better than the loss of so much life and hours of work. They could, at least, make up for what the Sith took.
Karnac leaned back in his chair as he considered the amount to take. He could just ask for the little bit he needed for his weapon, but with him holding the cards, why not ask for more and store it away for the other projects he had in mind? It would make it easier than making any return trips later and going through this situation again. Then again, if that were the case, he'd bring some soldiers to shut down any resistance from the start.
After a few moments, he leaned forward. "Five hundred metric tons." It was quite a bit, but considering the size of his ship and the cult he carried across the stars, he believed it had room enough for this.
The Weequay's eyes widened a slight bit at the demand. Despite the situation, he hadn't expected that much. However, it shouldn't have been. Now fully suspecting the warrior before him was a Sith, the man should have expected him to claim the mine itself. Taking a deep breath, he nodded as he turned to his communicator and began informing the leads of each area what needed to be done. The sooner they could get everything gathered, the sooner they could get the Zabrak out of here. |
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Post by Karnac on Oct 19, 2024 9:46:36 GMT -8
Karnac stood with a smirk as the orders were given and departed the office to look over the operation. Perhaps it was in his and the Eternal's best interest to eliminate everyone here and take over the facility. They already had the equipment, so they would only need the workforce to continue gathering more of the resonating iron. But, despite how easy it would be, he would refrain from that course. He had made a point that many wouldn't dare question in the future. So why waste the manpower of the Eternal when people were already doing the task? When he needed more, or if they finally needed to impose domination, he could do so at any time.
Time passed as crates full of the Sarrassia Iron were transported from the mines to where Karnac's ship resided. He was already there with a few guards and the Weequay boss as one crate after another was loaded. The Sith remained vigilant, however. It was foolish to let his guard down completely. He displayed his power and dominance over the security team and the boss, not the workers. They still carried a possibility of defiance. His senses alert, he watched everyone as they passed.
Suddenly, he felt something off. True, quite a few workers were giving him looks of fear or disgust, but one man stood out. One whose expression carried extra weight through the Force. Stopping the man, Karnac decided to look within the crate. To start, he wanted to verify the Weequay wasn't deceiving him by giving him less than he sought. Secondly, he wanted to ensure they weren't leaving any traps for him. Lifting the top, the Zabrak let the Force flow from him into the iron. Sure enough, it was the real deal. He could feel it resonate with his energy. But something was, indeed, amiss. He could feel something out of place. Using the Force, he lifted the iron from the crate and found multiple mining charges. At the very least, they would have gone off and cost him his prize. At worst, they would have destroyed his ship.
With a second hand, he lifted the charges out with the Force before replacing the iron. With the charges floating around him, he looked at the man, the boss, and the guards. Panic had become plastered upon their faces, though not from discovering someone tried to sabotage, but from it being discovered. The Weequay must have given the order when Karnac left the office. It was a sneaky move, but he wasn't entirely unprepared for it. If anything, his departure was a test to determine the outcome: kill them or not. It seemed the boss couldn't leave well enough alone.
This was further proven as the Weequay and the present guards suddenly pulled out another collection of blasters and began firing. Yet, Karnac was ready. A barrier took shape around him, deflecting the crimson bolts. He once ensured the charges were also within the barrier. He couldn't afford to let them be hit. Setting them down, he waited for the barrage to cease before moving. Once it did, Karnac only tilted his head before shaking it and lifting three fingers: strike three.
Fear overcame everyone as the Zabrak leaped into action, the lightsaber at his side finding his hand and coming to life as he cut down the guards, then sliced through the blaster of the Weequay. Suddenly, the man was lifted into the air as he felt tremendous pressure upon his limbs. "You were warned." He had made a promise, and now it was time to make good on it. With a squeeze of his fist, his arms and legs cracked and snapped as the Zabrak shattered them. Just to ensure the man couldn't try anything as he carried him along through the Force. Starting with those present, Karnac began cutting all the workers down. It was a tedious task, to be sure, but before long, all were dead, aside from the boss. A part of him wanted to make this final kill slow and brutal, but he also didn't want to waste any more time. With that in mind, he let his finger spread as the grip he held on the Weequay began to pull him apart. When the pain seemed to reach a peak upon his face, Karnac made the final pull, ripping the man apart.
With that, the Zabrak gathered all the remaining iron prepped for his ship, going through each crate before loading it. He couldn't afford to risk any other charges being in any other crates. Once sure, he moved to the cockpit and opened a channel back to Roon. He didn't worry about contacting Thoniir, though he would request that this order be passed to him just so that he was informed of Karnac's actions and choices. Once he asked for a mining team to come to Sarrassia and continue gathering all the iron the mine had to offer, he powered up the ship and took off into orbit.
As he pushed away from the planet, Karnac put into the coordinates for Dromund Kaas. With all the metal obtained, he needed a final piece before he could start forging his weapon: a Vexxtal Crystal. Though the actual location of these particular crystals was uncertain, considering their nature and power, it was highly likely they could be found on old Sith worlds like Dromund Kaas and Korriban. If it meant searching all of Sith space to find it, he would.
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