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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 9, 2013 2:01:00 GMT -8
*The Fortress of Tawntoom was built into the walls of a volcanic crater and powered by the thermal energy generated by the lava pit far below the fortress. It was destroyed after the the base's core overloaded and exploded.*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on May 12, 2013 3:20:04 GMT -8
The sweat on the brow of the Xexto dripped onto the console that controlled the helm of the Star Shag as he negotiated the destroyers way through the atmosphere and towards the designated landing zone. Captain Salyer was sweating a bit himself, he knew his ship was tough but it had sustained quite a bit of damage during his hyperspace journey. Thankfully they had avoided any asteroids on their approach and had survived re-entry without any of the ship falling off. The noise heard from the planets surface would have been terrifying if anyone had been around. However they had it on good authority that the Fortress at Tawntoom was abandoned, perfect for occupation.
The thrusters kicked in and the noise level increased exponentially, if there was anyone in the fort then they would know by now. The landing legs of the large destroyer were already extended and soon the repulsors activated to further cushion the landing. In a surprisingly quick transition from space to the surface, the Star Shag had landed. He hanger bay opened and two TIE Defenders flew out to patrol the area as the main cargo ramp extended. The pirate troops flowed off the ramp and approached the fort.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 10, 2013 10:25:56 GMT -8
The Fortress did not take long to clean out, just a few squatters, no real resistance. The pirates began bringing main power online and installing a shield generator they had "acquired" into the Fort. Very soon they would be able to use this as a base of operations, hidden from the remainder of the Galaxy. A perfect location.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 17, 2013 4:45:02 GMT -8
With main power restored and the security systems being upgraded the "decoration" of the Fortress began. If the Pirates were going to use the Fort then they needed to make sure their welcomed guests were comfortable and their unwelcome guests were made very, very uncomfortable. The main suites were decked out with swish furniture and modern gadgets while the dungeon was kitted out with the latest torture devices on Arkan's orders.
A large crate was removed from The Star Shag and moved inside the Fort and transported deep within the cavernous depths of the new Pirate stronghold. Not many among the pirates knew what was inside this crate but Captain Salyer knew that it was of great importance. The locals were becoming curious as to the activity going on at the Fort but so far the TIE-D's hadn't needed to warn them off.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 29, 2013 9:05:05 GMT -8
After many months of planning and building the base was finally operational. The shield generator had been wired into the main power unit to defend against any attack from orbit. The main areas of the base had been equipped to a military standard. The Commandant's chambers, along with a few luxury guest rooms, were fitted up to the equivalent of a five star hotel, worthy of Coruscants most elite citizens. On the lower levels the dungeon had not needed much work, only to fit the necessary equipment and change the locks. Already a few adventurous locals were staying in the cells, they were unlikely to leave. With Captain Salyer happy with the base he handed over control to the Commandant and took his personnel and ships back into orbit. The Star Shag would remain in orbit for a while yet, to see things settled down.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 13, 2014 6:46:05 GMT -8
A very sweaty and tired Echani was running through the halls of the fortress, heading for the Commandant's chambers. He had very recently returned from a little scouting mission, the pirates regularly patrolled around the fortress and the surrounding countryside. This particular scout had seen something he was desperate to impart to the ultimate authority on Roon, Commandant Xergo.
Ever since the pirates had landed on the planet to establish their base, the Echani had put out feelers to the local government and manipulated and threatened his way into control of them. The entire planet now pays the pirates protection money for the very right to live and operate. Xergo was now the most powerful man on the planet, which wasn't difficult since the planet was fairly basic. He was relaxing with a glass of his favourite rum when the doors to his chambers burst open.
"Sir, I have urgent news from my patrol!"
The scout spluttered as he rushed over and stood at attention before Xergo.
"Catch your breath and give me your report."
Xergo spoke calmly and in his usual smooth manner as he remained seated, taking another mouthful of his rum. The young scout began to breath more rapidly to catch his breath before delivering his report.
"Sir, I was investigating a ship that landed in the middle of nowhere in quadrant seven. When I got close to the landing site I realised the ship had come from off world and it carried outsiders!"
Xergo placed his glass of rum on the table next to his chair and stood up quickly when outsiders were mentioned. He towered over the scout, six foot and seven inches tall with broad shoulders allowed him to dwarf most of his fellow pirates. He motioned for the scout to continue.
"Worse than just outsiders, they appeared to be wearing Jedi-like robes and I saw one with a lightsabre."
This alarmed the Commandant who turned to the scout.
"Are you sure they were Jedi? Could they have been something else, Sith perhaps?"
"No, I can't be sure sir, I had to observe them from afar or risk exposing myself. I am sure they were force users but unsure as to which order they belonged."
Xergo turned away from the scout in order to contemplate the nature of this information. Jedi were meddlesome but could be dealt with. Sith didn't follow any rules and would be much more difficult to deal with. If that were the case he would have to ask Arkan for back up. No need to bother him with this report yet.
"You're dismissed."
The scout left the room quickly and closed the door softly behind him. Xergo sat down calmly in his chair once again, sipping his rum and working out a strategy to deal with Jedi.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Aug 16, 2016 10:39:29 GMT -8
Xergo sat on the chair of power that sat in pride of place in the main hall of the fortress. The main hall was nothing grandiose but the Pirates had 'decorated' the interior to suit their terrifying purposes. Black and purple were the colours of choice and sharp shapes took pride of place within the fortress walls. The heavy metal doors to the hall opened with far more noise than was necessary, something Xergo had ensured would happen. In marched two of the pirates, dragging an unfortunate local between them. This local was no ordinary Human, he was the local mayor of Nunurra and had gained such a position by campaigning to reduce the rate of crime in the city. This did not sit well with Xergo who's job it was to spread crime into the only large city on the planet.
Malcolm Baldur had been elected three days earlier and had been kidnapped by the pirates two days ago. He had been treated to the pinnacle of luxury within the pirate's fortress, something he had never experienced in his life.
"So Malcolm, how do you feel about your anti-piracy policies now?"
"You won't get away with this, the entire city will be looking for......"
He was cut short as Xergo waved his hand and the guard on Malcolm's right hand side struck him with the butt of his rifle. The blow left a large mark on his jaw that stood out against the other marks that littered his face and body. The new Mayor decided this was a good point to stop talking. maybe it was his sense of the room or his nearly broken jaw that was the deciding factor, who would know?
I suggest a more polite tone in these circumstances, Mr Mayor! Now, will you accept our sponsoring of your election or are you still too stubborn?
I have vowed to fight corruption and crime wherever it may......
The Mayor was cut short again but this time by Xergo's blaster rifle. It was not the butt that stopped his speech this time but the projectile that left the barrel to strike Malcolm just below the neck. The mayor was blasted back behind his guards and he quickly reached his hands up to his throat as the blood poured from his lower neck. The gesture was futile and he began to bleed to death. Xergo rose from his chair and slowly walked over to Malcolm's soon to be corpse.
You had your chance!
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Sept 3, 2017 22:33:34 GMT -8
The Fortress of Tawntoom. A hidden place of refuge. Not many came here, and those that did were either crazy, stupid or desperate. Originally destroyed in 15 BBY, the Fortress had been rebuilt for one reason or another. Not that it made much difference at this point. It served as an excellent hideout away from the prying eyes of the galaxy. Roon was hidden by the cosmic dust cloud ominously referred to as the Cloak of the Sith, an ignorant and misguided name, perhaps, but it served its purpose. It kept Roon off the galactic radar and gave Sigea Valorous a place of solace. Not there was much to be had, in his case, but it was offered just the same. Here, Sigea could conduct his research in relative peace, and those that trespassed allowed him to keep his skills honed. Will versed in lightsaber combat as well as proficiently skilled with the Force, Sigea often found himself at odds with the locals as well as any treasure hunters, spice runners, slavers and smugglers that attempted to claim the Fortress as their own. Corpses in various states of decay littered the entrance halls and few off branching corridors. As his Duros and Twi'lek slaves scurried about, Sigea threw his hands up in anger.
"No. No. No!"
He hurled the object nearest him at the wall. It shattered upon impact.
"How many times to I have to tell you? Those pieces go over there. These fragements go over here! If you do not align them properly, who knows what will happen. Last time you ignored my directions, you blew up our hideout! Really. Why is good help so hard to find these days? Get out of my sight! Prepare a meal or something..."
Walking away from the table that contained the fragements of a recently recovered holocron, Sigea sighed. He needed help, that much was certain. But he had no knowledge of anyone that either was capable of piecing this holocron back together, or had a copy of the data it contained stored elsewhere. And his 'assistants' weren't much help. They'd sooner blow the place up than correctly assemble the holocron. No, he needed either a Jedi or a Sith. And with his bloody and violent past in regards to the Jedi, it was highly unlikely they would be willing to help. And he didn't trust the Sith enough to go in search of one, especially since the last three tried to recruit him and that ended...well it ended poorly for the Sith involved. Sighing deeply, Sigea returned to the table and continued to focus on the fragments of the shattered holocron, hoping to make some progress before becoming too desperate...
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Sept 16, 2017 9:08:25 GMT -8
Throwing his hands up in the air due to frustration, Sigea walked away from the table he was painstakingly trying to piece together a holocron on. After weeks of struggling to no effect, Sigea was running out of patience and options both. He needed to find a way to reassemble this holocron. The secrets rumored to have been contained within were too tantalizing to pass up. Sighing, Sigea knew what he had to do. Pack up his few belongings and his servants and leave Roon. Despite the secrecy Roon provided, it was also very isolated from anyone remotely useful. An unfortunate miscalculation on Sigea's part. One that wouldn't happen again. Once everything was packed, he needed to find a way to draw out a Sith. Consulting his galaxy map while his servants scurried about packing, he began plotting his next move. Hopefully it would produce results and not end up with either his death or the death of the aforementioned Sith that decides to help him. Only time would tell if this tactic would work or fail.
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Dec 11, 2017 10:55:42 GMT -8
Having found the appropriate way of capturing a Sith to help him, Sigea spoke to the armored Mandalorian before him. While he detested using outside help, he didn't want to reveal his hand just yet. This caused him to resort to distasteful tactics.
"And you are absolutely certain you are capable of pulling this off?"
It's not that he didn't trust the Mandalorian before him, he just knew that the Sith were wild and unpredictable. One of the few qualities they possessed that Sigea actually admired about them. He watched as the Mandalorian shifted before responding to him...
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Dec 11, 2017 11:27:38 GMT -8
Orrick stood before the dark Force user. He hated Force jockies, but this one was paying an exorbitant sum of credits for the capture of a live Sith Lord. Not normally the type of jobs he accepted, but at this point, even if he had to split the payout between half a dozen others, he'd still be walking away, able to afford his own planet. Rolling his neck and shrugging his shoulders, he replied to the human before him, his gruff voice enhanced by his helm.
"Leave the details to me. I have a few tricks up my sleeve..."
Holstered at his waist were two Westar 35 Blaster Pistols, and clipped to a magnetic holster on his right thigh, a CR-2 Heavy Blaster Pistol resided. While not looking like much, Orrick was a very capable warrior. A superb shot with his pistols and expertly trained in hand to hand combat, he had a few tricks for taking down force users in general. He'd managed, but he'd need some help, The Sith Lord that his employer sought was an incredibly difficult target....one that would require tipping the scales completely against him, otherwise this was doomed to fail before it even started.
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Dec 11, 2017 12:00:19 GMT -8
Sigea raised an eyebrow quizzically, but refrained from questioning the motives of the hired help. If he could capture the target Sigea desired, alive, then it would be worth all the trouble. Until then, he was stuck. He needed the Sith's help with the holocron. Looking over the Mandalorian once more, he sighed and waved his hand, motioning the merc to leave.
"Very well. Get on with it then....you will receive half the payment up front. The other half you will receive upon your successful return of the target. I suggest you get moving...and don't test my patience, Mandalorian."
Sigea, now uninterested with the Mandalorian, turned and moved over to the holo-table, observing the state of the galaxy. It was getting harder and harder to move about undetected. With this Galactic Alliance, backed by the Jedi, on the rise, and the First Order claiming territory at an alarming rate, his movement had become very restricted. And now news of a united Sith front was reaching him. Rumors more than anything at the moment, but still...it was unnerving him a bit. It would only be a matter of time before someone found his hidden refuge here...
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Dec 11, 2017 12:05:49 GMT -8
Beneath his helm, Orrick cocked an eyebrow. Threatening him? Really? That wasn't necessary. As he turned to leave, he muttered under his breath.
"I wouldn't dream of testing your patience..."
It was a sarcastic remark to himself, as he certainly wasn't afraid of the dark force user that had hired him. No. He wasn't note-worthy, at least not incomparison to his target. Making his way out of the fortress, Orrick procured a holo-projector from his belt. Punching in the proper frequency, he started his call. A Barabel appeared before him.
"Saris? Yeah. I'm in need of your skills. Meet me at the smuggler's run, I'll explain more there..."
Ending the brief call, Orrick made his way to his ship. Once aboard, he powered up and took off, destined for the Smuggler's Run...
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Feb 19, 2018 16:48:36 GMT -8
Sigea paced back and forth before the holo-table, observing the most up-to-date galaxy map. The civil war between the Galactic Alliance and First Order had ground to a halt. Brokered by an uneasy peace, Sigea doubted it would last. All this peace was doing was granting the Alliance a reprieve from the fighting and allowing the First Order to build its forces up once more. Either way, the peace wouldn't last. But that wasn't the most concerning information that he had. This news of the Blackguard Reborn. That was troubling. And rumor had it that the dark sider faction was being led by none other than a Sith. The audacity! But even if they were led by a Sith, they might be his only option at uncovering what lay within the holocron that lay partially assembled on the work bench near by. He was no closer to having the damn thing assembled, much less accessing the information stored inside. And that was the most frustrating part. Hopefully the Mandalorian he had hired would get the job done so he could finally attain his prize. So far, he hadn't heard anything from the mercenary. But it had only been twenty-four hours. If he could acquire the designated target, it would take more then that amount of time to plan and prepare. And if it was one thing Sigea was, it was patient. Acquiring the resources he had, as well as this fortress, took patience. It was a virtue, despite what others might think. And Sigea was prepared to wait.
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Jun 3, 2018 23:42:19 GMT -8
Observing the holo-map again, this time showing an image of Roon itself, and two Harrower-Class Dreadnaughts in orbit as well as two more over one of the major cities, Sigea scoffed to himself.
"It would seem that even this sacred refuge has been found..."
He was merely one man. Powerful and well trained though he may have been, this invasion force was more than he was equipped to handle. But there was another option. While it seemed as though his plan to capture a particular Sith Lord was still ongoing, an opportunity presented itself. And while Sigea himself didn't particularly like the opportunity that was suddenly available to him, he had no other choice. Turning to the dated and rather old B1 Battle Droid that was present within the Fortress, he addressed it.
"Commander, gather all available units and set up defensive positions within the fortress. And retrieve our...guest...from storage. I think I have just found a use for it..."
As the droid replied in the typical "Roger, Roger" fashion that the B1's usually did, Sigea knew that the dated droids would serve as little more than cannon fodder for the invasion forces. However, it would serve newly formed plan nicely. Put up a fight for as long as feasibly possible, then surrender and be taken prisoner by them. Motioning for his twi'lek servants to gather up what supplies they could, and all of his data on the holocron he currently had in his possession, he ordered them into the deepest recesses of the fortress. Hopefully his servants could hide long enough to allow Sigea to be captured, find a Sith he needed, and escaped back here. If he managed to get that far, then he would organize a better resistance against the invaders. Despite not having grown up here, he was beginning to grow fond of the solace and secrecy this fortress offered him. It was highly defensible and could withstand an all out siege for several days, if not longer. Only a fool would give up such a promising position, but Sigea knew what he needed to do, and with the Mandalorians he had hired MIA, he had no choice but to proceed with this less than ideal plan instead of his well thought out and organized scheme. Bringing a gloved hand to his chin, he contemplated on how to best get the invaders to take notice of him without exposing himself too soon, while observing the map still.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 23:57:00 GMT -8
Bound by a restraining bolt and kept in a dark cell deep within the Fortress of Tawntoom, I-F8, an EG5 Jedi Hunter droid built during the Clone War, stood and merely stared into the abyss, unaware of what was going on around itself until the telltale clanking of a B1 Battle Droid greeted it's audio sensors. Pivoting it's head, I-F8's red gaze fell upon the droid.
"The master wishes to see you. Move along, move along."
As the ray shield keeping it in the cell dissipated, I-F8 spoke to the battle droid.
"Mocking Query: Would the master also like it if I were to dress in drag and dance like a Ryloth slave girl?"
The mocking question was met only with silence from the security droid and its escort group. Falling into step with the droids, I-F8 made the sound equivalent to a human sigh.
"Irritated Statement: Good humor algorithms are hard to come by, it seems. Very well, lead on to your master."
Unable to reach down and retrieve the lightsabers clipped to it's waist, the EG5 had no choice but to proceed to the main room where his captor wqas located. Though, during the transition from the prison cells to the main room, it noted twenty-two flaws in the security of the building and several potential escape routes. But, with the restraining bolt present on its chest, there was no possible way for it to escape.
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Jun 4, 2018 19:17:03 GMT -8
Still musing over the holographic map of Roon, Sigea's thoughts were soon interrupted by the telltale clanking of the approaching battle droids and the prisoner. Turning to face them, he spoke to the EG5 Jedi Hunter.
You are a useful tool, I-F8. And, given your mission parameters, I can understand why you'd wish to remove me from the galaxy. However, I have a much better suggestion. This..." the Dark Jedi waved to the image of Roon being projected above the table."The Sith are invading Roon. Being a simple force user, I am no threat to you. But they are. I propose that I release you and allow you to pursue your programming by attacking them. Does this sound like a reasonable deal, droid?"
Sigea merely eyed the droid, knowing that if released, it could very well cause problems for him, well ahead of his projected timetable. But perhaps this malfunctioning droid could generate a large enough distraction to allow for his plan to succeed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 19:24:04 GMT -8
Coming to a halt a few meters away from his captor, the droid stared blankly ahead as the human spoke. As the mention of the Sith and his possible freedom, I-F8 pivoted its head to the left, looking at the human.
"Statement:Your logic is sound, human. No where in my programming does it say to harm force users that do not identify with either the Jedi or the Sith. And if the Sith are, as you say, invading Roon, then I must stop them. The Sith cannot be allowed to continue existing. We deem your proposal as fair."
The EG5 droid continued to stare blankly at the human and added in a final statement.
"Threatening Statement:Should I discover that you are being untruthful with this unit, I will return to terminate you, meatbag."
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Post by Sigea Valorous [Retired] on Jun 4, 2018 19:30:42 GMT -8
As the EG5 issued its threat, Sigea nodded.
"I understand completely. Though I assure you, I was born with this...curse. I was never given a choice as to whether or not I wanted to bear this burden. Do I deserve to be punished for something I had no choice in?"
Taking a step forward, Sigea removed the restraining bolt from the droid's chest and stepped back towards the table, carefully, still eyeing the droid. The Dark Jedi was still tensed up and ready to spring into action, should the need arise.
"There. You are free. My speeder bike is stored near the entrance of this fortress. Here are the coordinates of the Sith's ground operations..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 19:52:05 GMT -8
As the restraining bolt was removed, the EG5 droid was asked a question. One that it couldn't process with the data it had available right now.
"Statement:Due to the lack of information available to this unit, it is unable to answer your question at this time."
Upon receiving the information from his former captor, the droid turned on its heel and marched out of the room without another word. It was time to fulfill its programming and eliminate the near by Sith menace. Making its way to the entrance of the fortress, the EG5 droid located the speeder bike mentioned by his captor. Transportation and coordinates. Climbing onto the bike, the droid fired it up and took off towards Nunurra, where the Blackguard invasion was taking place...
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