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Feb 9, 2017 19:41:41 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 19:41:41 GMT -8
Elav'passik nods with a noncommittal grunt after Trishna answers his question, resting his chin atop the knuckles of his left had as he appears to ponder which specific ongoing Sesk'vati investigation he will bring the Jedi into. There are, naturally, no shortage of investigations currently underway, but Elav does not want to waste the Jedi's time by having her lend time and effort into something small any more than he wants to squander the opportunity to have a Jedi lending their expertise to helping rid Ryloth of some of the criminals that plague Her.
Deciding to go big, Elav finally says, "Most in need of solving? I'm not sure there is really such a thing, but I have a case in mind that could, if solved and successfully prosecuted, make a huge dent in some very big criminal enterprises; not only here on Ryloth, but if half of what we believe about the reach of the organization in question is true, also on several other worlds as well. Sound like something you might be interested in?"
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Feb 19, 2017 3:36:56 GMT -8
Post by Harini Bralor on Feb 19, 2017 3:36:56 GMT -8
Lifting a hand to gesture towards Elav'passik, her palm facing upwards as though to accept the proposal he has made, Trishna says in a pleased tone, "It sounds like the perfect jumping off point to beginning to discharge my duties as the Watchman of the Ryloth Star system. Her tone eager and excited, as though to underscore that her offer to help is not idly made, and that she intends to waste no time in beginning to fulfill the obligation she has taken upon herself, Trishna asks, When and where can I begin?"
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Feb 24, 2017 22:46:11 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 22:46:11 GMT -8
Elav'passik chuckles when the Jedi answers with such enthusiasm, wondering if her attitude will survive the frustrations, disappointments, and set backs that often accompany building a case such as that she has volunteered to help the Sesk'vati with. Leaning back in his chair, his lekku swishing so that they drape over the front of his shoulders, Elav says, "You can start in Kala'uun. We have a few individuals under surveillance there who are suspected of being a part of an extensive criminal organization based here on Ryloth, possibly in Kala'uun, though that has not been confirmed as of yet."
Leaning over to take a datacard from a locked drawer, Elav rises and begins making a copy for Trishna as he explains, "Everything we have, as little as it all amounts to, is on this datacard. Sinya'gella, one of our primary suspects, is the one you'll want to pay most attention to. Sinya is a female Darian Twi'lek we believe to be rather high in the organization. Smart too, unfortunately for us. Insulates herself from the criminal activity well, probably using a pair of human males, what we have on them is on the datacard as well, as her ears, hands, and voice. Passing the datacard across to Trishna once the files are copied, Elav says, As for when you start, I leave that to your discretion. If you let me know when you plan to head to Kala'uun, I can make sure the Sesk'vati there have someone meet you to help in anyway you need them."
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Mar 10, 2017 14:17:32 GMT -8
Post by Harini Bralor on Mar 10, 2017 14:17:32 GMT -8
Accepting the datacard Elav passes to her, Trishna places in a pocket on the inside of her obi as she says, "I'll go over the files you've provided, determine how I will approach the task at hand, and then contact you once I have an idea of when I will make the trip to Kala'uun."
Once she has exchanged farewells with the Sesk'vati commander, Trishna returns to the Fire Temple, making use of a dataterminal to familiarize herself with the information that Elav provided her regarding the criminal organization the Sesk'vati have not yet been able to bring to justice. Were she not merely playing the role of a Jedi, Trishna would approach the matter in a far more direct way, simply killing her way from the bottom levels of the organization all the way to the very top; but as the rules she has made for herself require that she play each new role that she takes on completely and fully, Trishna must approach the job as a true Jedi would.
Setting up some kind of surveillance to follow the known associates of the organization is likely to have already been tried and failed, and so Trishna decides that it might be useful to take advantage of the fact that the Jedi have been known to operate undercover; her recent arrival to Ryloth, coupled with the fact that she has thusfar only interacted with the Council of Kivas, Head Clan, and Sesk'vati, should ensure that her role as Jedi Watchman of the Ryloth system is not yet widely known, and as her face has never been seen, it would not be difficult to shed the role to assume an undercover identity should the need arise.
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Aug 25, 2017 21:40:23 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 21:40:23 GMT -8
Rubbing her eyes tiredly as she walks out of the room where she had spent the last several hours meeting with the Head Clan and her fellow Kivas, who advise the Head Clan, Ayy'teska smiles when she sees Hirani'eyan, the young Sesk'nabsilai, or Temple Guardian, that often volunteers to accompany her on the occasions she leaves the Fire Temple, waiting as patiently as ever for her.
"You look exhausted, Hirani observes tentatively, her concern evident in her tone and expression. You should get some rest."
Shaking her head, Ayy says, "Kika'lekki asks no more of us than we are able to give, and I believe I have more to give before I need to rest. Taking a deep breath as she sets political matters such as those she has spent the last few hours discussing or debating aside, Ayy begins to feel more energized as she turns her thoughts to her religious duties, which have always been more fulfilling to her than her obligations to the Head Council, as important to Ryloth as she knows those obligations are. Or have you forgotten that tonight is the Inasvok'atuhlk?"
"Of course not, Sou'kiva, Hirani says as though concerned that Ayy might judge her harshly for forgetting something so important as the Keysshi, highest of Twi'lek holidays, or the portion of it that is celebrated in the temples of Kika'lekki. After hesitating, she explains, I simply wondered if you might consider having another Kiva . . ."
Smiling as she shakes her head before Hirani can complete her sentence, Ayy says, "No, I enjoy leading the ceremony of thanks to our ancestors too much to let a little tiredness get in the way."
Continuing out into the streets, her wispy, loose fitting red garments whipping about her in the dusty winds, Ayy leads the way towards the Fire Temple, mentally preparing for the ceremony of thanks.
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Jan 7, 2021 3:16:22 GMT -8
Post by Kian Ti on Jan 7, 2021 3:16:22 GMT -8
The atmosphere on the landing bays at Lessu was quite dusty, as the hot desert winds reached another time the veiled face of the Kaminoan pirate mistress. Weeks have now gone by within the Ti Syndicate's efforts to find new material for Lord Ghaz' shadowport. Overseeing this time the situation on the ground, Kian Ti overlooked how the HCT-2001 Dragonboat-class Reugeot 905 freighters at her disposal were loaded with various goods from the local scrapyards, the Weequay pirates overlooking the operation. The local Twi'lek workers, whom Ti employed for the task were doing a fast and quick job, therefore making it one of the rare occasions, where the Syndicate utilized their financial rescources to pay workforces outside of their organization.
But then again, Shadowports weren't either built every single day.
Overall everything was calm despite the brief dust winds, that reached now the city's port plattforms.
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Nov 5, 2022 9:01:09 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Nov 5, 2022 9:01:09 GMT -8
Word had already spread to the capital of Lessu about the attack in orbit and the destruction of the Cham Syndulla, the flagship of the Ryloth Defense Fleet. While details as to what was happening in Kala'uun were less clear, most civilians with the option to leave were choosing to do so. Spacers and smugglers flocked to the local space port, while citizens with enough credits to purchase a ticket off world were flooding the docks as they attempted to board any available public transport. Most didn't have that option. Those who called the city home were bunkering down, clearing the shelves of grocery stores and battening the hatches on their homes as they hoped to weather the coming storm. The twi'leks were a hardy people despite all they had suffered. Between the Sith Empire, Hutts, Separatists, and the Empire...well, frankly it was a shock there was still a Ryloth standing. It spoke to the fortitude and strength of its people. Paramilitary forces like the local police joined the city watch, manning the perimeter and running patrols. The entire city was on high alert.
In one dark corner of the 'Drunken Rancor' cantina, which was in fact just a front for a illegal ryll spice den, sat the ranat assassin Skritch Nightpaw. The lean bodied mouse was nursing a drink, taking the occasional sip of foamy ale as he kept his beady eyes sharp and his ears attuned to gossip. A few locals who took to drinking instead of hiding cast the ranat the occasional dirty look, though none so far had proven brave enough to confront him. Rumour had it that Kala'uun was being swarmed by a horde of vermin, though none could say if that was true or not. Still, it made them weary. His whiskers twitched as the chrono on his wrist chimed. It was time. Flipping a couple credit chips on the table, the slick furred ranat eased himself out of the booth and exited the watering hole, heading into the city under the cover of darkness. His destination? The plasma bridge between the mainland and the rocky mesa the city was built upon.
Outside the city an army was gathering. At its head was a giant mounted figure in dark armour covered in spikes that appeared to have been wrought from Sith iron. The face plate of his horned helm was flipped up, revealing the yellowed skull of the warbot Krell. In life he had been a man, sworn sword of the Sith king Freedon Nadd, capable of holding his own (limitedly of course) against the likes of Warb Null. He had been struck down protecting his liege lord from a Jedi Shadow, and for his loyalty was rewarded by being interned in Freedon Nadd's tomb upon his master's mortal expiration. Millenia later, the tomb guard was discovered by the diabolical draconian Dragus, who was able to bind the Sith Elite Warbot to his service after besting him in combat. A long crystalline ostrine great sword was sheathed in a frost rimed drexl scale scabbard on his back. Strapped to his left arm was a towering magnetized blast shield, and in his right, the black mace of Dragus. Electrical current crackled around the flanged head of Exsanguinator, as the sorcerous power contained within the head of the alchemized mace forged in the fires of Mt. Tawntoom could barely be contained. Steam vented up through the neck seal of the warbot's armour, obscuring his exposed bony visage, save for the glowing red photo-receptors that shone from their sockets like focused lasers. Beneath him was an ill tempered ubese thorn-back war dragon, warped by alchemy in the beast pens beneath the dread fortress where the Supreme Leader of the Sith Eternal was said to reside. Acidic saliva dripped from its slathering jaws as it snapped and hissed, all too eager for the coming battle.
On either side of the tomb guard were his generals, all famous members of the Famine Lord's flock. To his right was Lil'Bacca, a burly one eyed ewok that was more brawn than brains. It was said that the chestnut furred wok had lost his optical organ during a particular feisty lovers quarrel with the deranged drake lord, though none had ever had the courage to inquire if this was true. He carried in his muscular furred arms a wooden mallet of iron hard Pzobian oak, with a gnarled head that was festooned with broken teeth and all manner of tribal fetishes. He smacked the gruesome looking head into the palm of his paw before bringing the limb to his face and rubbing at the leathery patch covering his empty eye socket. To Krell's left was another ewok, dark of fur and emaciated to the point where his ribs seemed to protrude from his thinning fur. This was Lil'Mort, avatar of the Death Lord Mortale, a near feral bear with a morbid outlook and deranged love of violence. Carried in his paws was a long wooden spear with a jagged stone tip, bound together by strips of hide and adorned with bones that caused it to rattle when moved. Though it appeared a primitive weapon, the followers of Famine held the spear with the greatest of reverence. The Ewok Spear of Powa! was a sacred artifact said to contain ancient ewok magic bequeathed on the Children of the Great Tree by the Celestials they had descended from. Whether true or not, the spear looked quite at home in the hands of the sentient bear.
Just behind Lil'Mort was a child, neither ewok or ranat. Layered in sun bleached strips of sandy hide was none other than Kr'Naan, more commonly referred to as Wart, adopted prodigy of the dark apothecary. The young tusken raider was taking a few practice swings with the same short sword she had acquired from the armoury of the Covenant of Blood, which she had proceeded to blood during the conquest of the planet Rishi. Taken by slavers, the young girl came into the black scaled barabel's service after he rescued her from a Nar Shaddaa flesh market. Since then she had been welcomed into the flock, traveling from place to place aboard Dragus' personal transport, the Grimblade. Beneath the singular yellow star of Ryloth, she peered across the chasm that separated Lessu on its rocky mesa from the mainland, glaring through goggles that obscured her eyes. In fact, not a single scrap of skin was exposed, as keeping with the superstitions of the tribes of Tatooine.
Further behind these ill intentioned generals was an army of Night Ewoks. Hoods of tanned human hide covered their charcoal furred heads, though save for this they were otherwise naked. Their eyes were the colour of blood, lips quivering in feral anticipation to reveal sharpened teeth. In claw tipped fingers they held an assortment of tribal weaponry, ranging from bows that fired wooden arrows with poison tips, jagged axes or spears with Pzobian oak handles and bladed heads made from obsidian glass. In the darkside imbued Deep Woods of Pzob, they had hand crafted their weapons using the materials found at the base of Mt. Soulfire, a volcano believed to be dormant. Unlike their kinder kin on the forest moon of Endor that worshipped the Great Tree, the night ewoks devoted themselves to the Witch Tree of Pzob just outside the ruins of the City of the Eye, practicing all manner of blood ritual in service to the Night Spirit. There were thousands of them on the plains outside the city, staring ferally with red eyes across the gap as they waited, breath steaming and stinking of carrion. Broken branches from the Witch Tree were held aloft among the horde, upon which were suffering twi'leks crucified to their surface, writhing in agony and causing horror amongst the defenders that looked on them with increasing despair.
Guardsmen Kline Kirigama lowered his electrobinoculars, sick to his stomach by what he had seen across the gap. He checked the charge on his blaster rifle once more. The battery was full, but something told him it wouldn't be enough. He shook his head from side to side, lekku swaying with his head movement and the breeze. The winds carried a sulphuric reek from the other side where the enemy army was arraigned, assailing his nostrils and causing his eyes to water. Next to him, his fellow guardsmen Jo Phabos leaned against the panel containing the controls for the plasma bridge. Currently it was disengaged, leaving a hundred meter gap and terrible drop that was too far down for either of them to fathom. Theirs was perhaps the most important role. The plasma bridge was the only way to access the city by land, elsewise one would require a ship or repulsor craft to get there. Oddly, even though these outsiders that were besieging the planet had the aerial advantage, they had only massed a ground army on the opposite side of the gap.
"It's strange." Said Kline, stroking his chin as he peered at the nasty bears on the other side. "What are they waiting for? It's not like we're about to turn the bridge on while they are there. One would think they'd attack from above instead."
"Who cares? As long as they stay on that side we're safe. Let's count our bless..." Before Jo could finish that statement, he let out a breathless grunt.
Turning to face his comrade, Kline's eyes went wide and he let out a startled cry as he saw the handle of a throwing knife sticking out of his partner's throat. He fumbled for his rifle as guardsmen Phabos toppled over dead, plucking it from the wall it was leaning against and raising the barrel. He looked left, then right, desperately seeking for the source from which the knife came. He felt the faintest rush of wind behind him, which would have hardly been cause for concern, save that it was joined by a rotten stench. As he turned, Skritch thrust the two serrated edged daggers he had been holding into Kline's gut, then swept them out to either side, disembowelling the twi'lek guardsmen in one fluid motion. Kline was dead before his guts spilled out onto the floor, dripping towards the controls. Chittering in amusement, the ranat assassin placed a gnarled paw on the bridge controls and pulled the lever, activating the plasma bridge. Bright blue plasma extending from one side of the gap to the other, forming a solid path to the city.
On the opposite side, Krell raised Exsanguinator and swung it forward, ordering the army to march forwards across the bridge.
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Darth Xitan
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Nov 16, 2022 20:28:38 GMT -8
Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 16, 2022 20:28:38 GMT -8
What came was a storm, a sudden and violent torrent.
From the early days of its establishment, the Tenth Legion were known to have ferocious and highly aggressive soldiers. There wasn't even an attempt to ease this rather forward nature in the recruits as the commanders found it welcoming. It did mean that their training was rigorous and resulted in a number of fatalities along the way, but the way the Sith trainers viewed it was 'culling the weak and establishing the strong'. Hence, when they graduated from their formal training, the Supreme Leader granted them the honorific of being called the 'Malak' Legion after the fierce Sith Warrior that was once the apprentice of Revan.
The thunder that came, in the form of the Tenth Legion, was a hammer that fell hard and quickly. Even as Xitan arrived to command his troops, the lieutenants of the various companies were making good headway into Lessu. The plasma bridge was captured quickly and the walls were already being attacked hard, with breaches made by the vehicles that they brought, of which they favored the traditional AT-ST, the Imperial Repulsortank 1-H, the aged HAVw A6 Juggernaut, and the urban combat veteran, the TX-225A Occupier tank. Several squads had managed to go into these breaches, resulting in fierce exchanges of fire between the Stormtroopers and the resolute security forces of the capital. Xitan even noticed some drawing batons to begin a melee with rather resilient Twi'leks.
Drawing his lightsaber, the Acolyte commanded his soldiers forward and then went to join the fray.
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Nov 22, 2022 17:28:51 GMT -8
Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 22, 2022 17:28:51 GMT -8
Even though attempts were made to surrender by both the civilian population and security personnel of Lessu, it did not matter to the Tenth Legion who were here for blood and action. Handfuls of police threw down their blaster pistols and batons would find the barrels of blasters pointed at them as the Stormtroopers gunned them down. The reasoning was their initial resistance to begin with. To cull the strong of the population would ensure only the weak and obedient remained to serve the Sith Eternal... or rather, the Greater Roon Remnant authority. Perhaps there were Twi'leks that may serve a greater purpose, especially if they were force sensitive or had the abilities to prove their worth. But the greater portion would be made into slaves to do the bidding of the Sith.
Just like under Lord Kaan's brotherhood, the Sith would be merciless. They were conquerors of planets, scourges of civilization, and heralds of destruction. They had ruled planets before, but as despots, tyrants, kings, and authoritarians. The Twi'leks may have a voice if they played ball and within the lines of their new overlords. Those that proved their worth would be showered with the benefits of ties to the Sith, whether they were simply agents or raised up as warriors of the Eternal. The rest would remain within the life of forced servitude.
The Tenth tore through Lessu like a storm, busting down doors and blasting resistance with ease. Children and women screamed as they were dragged out of their homes with blasters firing at those within the homesteads that dared to resist. The violence was exactly what the Stormtroopers of the Tenth desired, a violence that was beginning to swallow up one of Ryloth's capital cities. Even now, Xitan advanced upon the centerpiece of Lessu, the Hall of the Twi'lek Clan Council. Some may have been able to escape, but others were certainly awaiting their fate as the Sith came towards the building, a cadre of Stormtroopers and Sith Warriors following him.
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Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 23, 2022 19:55:20 GMT -8
Two heads rolled upon the newly polished floor, the hissing of a lightsaber heard as it bisected with the necks and tendrils of two Twi'lek Clan Chiefs. Their bodies slumped, headless and free of their minds, the flesh around their necks blackened and still sizzling from the plasma of the red blade. The other members of the council, elderly and young, female and male, had mostly risen from their seats while council guards looked ready to fight. Stormtrooper blasters were already pointed and ready to fire, the Sith Warriors that Xitan had brought, eager to draw blood. The pair of heads that were slashed off had been rather adamant and loud about their protest against the violence brought upon Lessu.
Even as they stood there, the sounds of violence and despair could be heard. Amber glows of destruction showing a city being ravaged and plundered. The Tenth Legion wanted to do a thorough job after all. This wasn't some occupation, but a full seizure of the planet. The Sith wanted to make a thorough example now to save them the trouble later. Xitan did not disengage his blade though, even as the room stood still. His mask looked left and right slowly.
I believe I have made myself clear... Ryloth belongs to us. You have a choice; to bask in its new glory or die with the past.
Xitan motions, causing the Stormtroopers to form a line on either side, raising their blasters in unison. Violent diplomacy, there was nothing better than this. Forceful submission, bowing to the strong, the weak being put in their place, Ryloth made a means to an end for the Sith.
THE GREATER ROON REMNANT DEMANDS YOUR SUBMISSION AND YOU GIVE IT... NOW!
The Sith shouted at the clan chieftains, several of whom jumped at the bellow of Xitan. He did not use the word Sith because, as the Sith Eternal had stated, secrecy was their goal. To these Twi'lek, they were nothing but mercenaries, thugs, and Dark Jedi that served an Imperial remnant force. The banners of Greater Roon would fly across Lessu and Kala'unn. Stormtroopers would march through the streets, enslaving the resistant and giving privilege to the obedient and loyal. There were certainly Twi'leks that would rise above the rest as model citizens and indoctrinated by Sith agents to obey. The truly capable would rise, especially those who were Force sensitive.
Xitan's mask watched as a handful began to sit down now, lowering their heads in submission. Slowly, a few more followed suit, seeing the wisdom of the blasters and the threat of violence onto them. Those that submitted early would be given a better treatment than others. All that remained that several that did not submit quietly, including the so-called Speaker of the Council, who was an elected head of the assembly. The Sith could see the defiance in their eyes... and so he would give them their just reward.
Give the defiant their due.
Without a second more, the Stormtroopers picked their targets and fired. A couple of their went own went down as the guards reacted too, but the Imperials were prepared to do what was necessary to make an example. Thrice, Xitan batted away blaster bolts intended for him. Then, the room fell silent as more bodies, dead and wounded, laid around the room. He counted ten; four members of the council, six guards. The remainder of security throwing their blasters away when they saw reality.
Those knelt today will be remembered for their submission. Their willingness to bend will be reward in time. The Council will work with our own to ensure their seats are filled with loyal chieftains, such as yourselves. A new Speaker will be elected. Do your job to keep the peace and you will never face the fate of those who just met theirs.
With that, Xitan turned and departed. As he left the room however, more of the Tenth Legion marched in, going about securing the building and dealing with troublemakers as they saw fit. Lessu had been forced to bow... Ryloth was theirs.
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Nov 24, 2022 7:51:05 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Nov 24, 2022 7:51:05 GMT -8
Lessu was a sight to behold as Squeakers quickly scurried across the engaged plasma bridge, panting heavily from his exertions, till foam dripped from between his fangs that maintained a vice-grip on the handle of the case given to him by his master. The ranat scampered over corpses, around armoured troopers and through otherwise deserted streets. The stormtroopers of the Tenth largely ignored him as he set a frantic pace towards the capital building. From the Nullus Beacon to the Fortress of Tawntoom, the soldiers of the Sith Eternal were regularly exposed to the dark apothecary's verminous minions. They were everywhere, spreading more like a plague than a sentient species. At one point the soldiers stationed aboard the Beacon had thought it a bright idea to use them as target practice, their argument being that they were simply performing a bit of pest control, thinning the numbers of the fast breeding rodents. That had been a mistake, as they learned to their own detriment. Troopers started having 'accidents' shortly thereafter, ranging from having their blaster batteries explode in their hands to finding less than sanitary offerings in their food and in their beds. The target practice stopped very quickly after that. His tattered cloak billowed about his greasy fur as a warm breeze rolled through the smoke choked streets, caused by several still burning buildings left in the aftermath of the Sith conquest.
Eventually Squeakers spotted his quarry. Emerging from the capital building and looking as angry as ever, or at least as much as it could be perceived through the mask he wore, the ranat focused his beady eyes on Xitan and scurried up to the Sith. He slid to a stop just before the acolyte, spitting the handle from his mouth before picking the ornate case off the ground, which he wiped free of dust and dirt with a filthy gnarled paw. The rodent then performed his version of prostration before Xitan, lowering his furry body to the ground while extending the case towards the acolyte. With a snap, he undid the latches and flipped it open, revealing the contents inside.
On the right was a pristine and ornately crafted black-powder pistol, primitive by todays standards perhaps but an elegantly designed firearm all the same. The frame and handle were made from iron hard Pzobian oak, stained with a dark walnut finish. The barrel and intricate components such as the striker, trigger, etc were made from dark Sith forged iron, giving those metallic parts a resistance to lightsaber blades. It came accompanied by a pouch of alchemical black powder that smelled of a combination of sulphur and dried blood, and a pouch containing thirteen perfectly spherical balls of shot. Each musket ball was crafted from rare meltmassif ore, synergized by the dark apothecary's mastery of the material and infused with darkside energy born of Kala'uun's collective suffering. They glowed a ruby red that would shine sinisterly even when packed into the barrel of the pistol. Upon closer inspection, he would find each was engraved with a small emblem, depicting an eye.
On the left was a darkened dagger that also appeared to have been forged from alchemized Sith iron. The blade was thin, twelve inches long from point to the guard on the handle. Its tip came to a penetrating point, while its sides were sinisterly serrated. Meaning it would pass through flesh with ease, like a lightsaber blade through blue butter, but when retrieved it would leave a terrible rent wound in whatever bosom it was ripped from on its way out. The guard was made from cortosis ore harvested on Roon, which was then gilded over with a thin layer of electrum to conceal its deadly nature. The thin covering would melt away when coming in contact with a lightsaber blade, while the cortosis beneath would then shut the blade down. Beneath the guard the handle had been marked with the celestial runes for hate and rage, which were concealed beneath a wrapping of electrum wire, which was then further tightly bound by black stained reek leather for added grip. The pommel ended in a drake like claw that clasped a perfectly smooth lava crystal from the lake of fire in Mt. Tawntoom's caldera. The gem seemed to writhe with a contained blaze and was split in the middle by an obsidian black iris. The blade remained covered by a purple sheath of drexl scale.
Squeakers held the case up to Xitan, hopefully making it clear that is was intended for him. He squeaked rapidly in fast paced rat-speech, explaining as best his verminous mind could, though it was likely indecipherable to the acolyte. Dragus seemed to be the only one capable of understanding the hench-vermin, assuming he wasn't insane and making the whole thing up. Fortunately the case came with a hand written note from the dark apothecary, etched on a dried scrap of twi'lek skin and written with talon scratches in blood. It went as follows:
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Nov 26, 2022 23:52:46 GMT -8
Post by Darth Xitan on Nov 26, 2022 23:52:46 GMT -8
As Xitan departed the Clan Council Hall, he came to stop at the sight of one of Dragus' little rat-things. These lowly creatures infested anywhere the Saurian went... in fact, they were a problem on the Nullus Beacon. Time, and again, Xitan had to kick one or two of them out of chambers with a fierce message of staying out! There were grumbles, all over the place, involving the ranats, both high and low. But, whatever the case, these things were the messengers, errand-runners and expendable personnel of the Lord Dragus. They were tolerated because the Dark Apothecary was good at his work.
Curiosity caused an eyebrow to be raised beneath his mask when the creature presented an ornate box and, within it, two particular items. Calmly, the Sith picks up the handwritten note, an oddity given technology, but it was read carefully. Xitan glanced at the first item mentioned, the black-powder pistol. A very antique weapon considering that, even in the eons before their time, lasers had always been used... at least to the Sith's knowledge. Blasters were once rather cumbersome and crude, belching bolts rather than spitting them out. Xitan recalled a time, long ago, when his eyes gazed upon a blaster rifle from the Empress Tetan's Unification Wars and Krath Rebellion. Truly crude and unwieldly considering how weapons were now. Still, an interesting notion for it to be utilized as an execution device.
The second item, the dagger, had a very well known poison. Rock warts were a very ugly creature with a kick that could take down larger prey. The venom, spoken in the letter, was known to be a painful neurotoxin. A bite that killed a potential host for the larva of its species. Assassins loved this venom for their work. The creature was about as ugly as this ranat, to be honest. Probably faster though, but equally as good with hiding in the shadows. The dagger was more interesting though, considering the venom in it.
Xitan would proceed to close the ornate box and clasped it shut. Picking it up, the masked Sith looked down at the ranat.
No need to tell your master anything, I will contact him directly to report on Lessu.
With that, he waved the ranat away.
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Lessu
Dec 3, 2022 6:17:32 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Dec 3, 2022 6:17:32 GMT -8
Transports bearing the emblem of the Greater Roon Remnant descended through the clouds to appear in the sky over Lessu. Hundreds of hard armoured freighters and ships of varying utility arrived, holds full of relief for the recently besieged people of Ryloth, as well as its distributers. A large venue next to the clan council building at the heart of the city had been taken over by the fledging faction and was currently being used as a garrison for the stormtrooper legions arriving from thrice cursed Roon. Red armoured troopers of the 7th and 13th Legions shared the facility, overseeing while service droids made the building more suitable to their joint requirements or needs. In the interim, paired patrols crisscrossed the city on AT-RTs, displaying the martial might of the Imperial power that now ruled the planet and its capital with an iron fist.
Speaking of iron, clankers were being utilized in the absence of more man power. Twenty thousand B1s and an equal number of B2s were stored in the same facility, powered down for the time being to conserve resources. When given the appropriate signal, they could be activated at a moments notice. A formidable force, there was nothing on the planet that could match an army of battle droids forty thousand strong, save perhaps the guardian of Kala'uun, though as for now it still slumbered in its subterranean depths. Regular maintenance would be performed on the powered down units to ensure they stayed in working order. The garrison would often be referred to by the troopers stationed there as the 'Blurrg Den'.
Nearby at the spaceport, a hangar had been cleared to store heavier equipment such as armoured assault tanks, HMP droid gunships, Imperial dropship transports, and STAPs. Lessu's fleet of AT-RTs were also housed here for maintenance and easy access by the neighbouring garrison. As such, the 7th and 13th legions took turns maintaining security for the facility and overseeing the comings and goings of civilian traffic. An GRR officer in a crisp grey uniform could be seen walking the port, escorted by four crimson armoured troopers, occasionally taking bribes and muscling those that refused to pay the 'additional' port fees.
Tinker rats wielding hydro-spanners and plasma welders could be seen working on the site of the old shield generator, bringing it back into working condition while performing a few much needed upgrades. The generator was to be powered by geo-thermal energy, much like the rest of the city, thanks to Ryloth's high volcanic activity. More rodents, fresh from the Heap of Clan Rustrot, could be seen on the back of a hover-truck heading out over the plasma bridge, on a bearing south towards where the city's surface to space defense canon was going to be installed.
Pressure was placed on the 'loyal' clans to produce a tithe, not of coin but of flesh, sending the garrison able bodied twi'lek men and women to serve as Lessu' first line of defense. The reservists would rotate out on occasion, thus allowing all an opportunity to serve in the armed forces.
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Post by Dragus on Feb 20, 2023 6:29:52 GMT -8
Blood ran through the streets of Lessu as red gammaplast armoured Sith Troopers marched across the city, accompanied by an army thousands strong of battle droids, their gore slick chassis' gleaming beneath the glare of the mid day sun. But before we get into that, let's backtrack a bit, shall we? The whole of Ryloth had been conquered by the maniacal Sith Eternal war machine some months ago, resulting in the raising of a Sith Academy at the centre of Kala'uun, the City Beneath the Mountain. Though the banner flown overhead was that of the Greater Roon Remnant, the people that called this world home knew better. They knew that a monster had made a lair of their planet, and now it was coming to collect on the debt it felt itself owed. What made matters worse, as these remorseless soldiers kicked open homestead doors and dragged screaming women and children out into the streets, was that this was not solely done by outsiders. Among those gathering select citizens were some of their neighbours and even their own family, twi'leks who had turned against their own kind. Perhaps the fear of self harm could justify these actions, but in truth that wasn't the only reason many of them collaborated. The promise of coin and power had an allure that even this noble race could not resist, especially given the alternative.
Granted, most of the collaborators were chosen from the dregs of society. Rapers, murderers, slavers, and thieves. This collection of scum assisted the troopers in their acts of cruelty, separating the old and infirm from the rest of the populace. These past-their-prime natives were led with blasters at their back, or dragged in some cases, to the center of town where a great stage had been erected. A massive square slab of duracrete dominated the heart, with steps leading up to its thirteen foot height. A sticky mat of browning crimson covered its surface as coagulating blood baked beneath the planet's oppressive heat. A clang sounded from atop its surface as a massive greatsword descended, striking duracrete and eliciting a shower of sparks, followed by the thump of a rolling two tailed head falling to the crowd below. Standing atop this blood stained dais was the monstrous mechanical entity known as Krell, former tombguard to Freedon Nadd, now indentured servant of the Famine Lord.
Krell was a machine unlike any other. In life he had been a man, a loyal protector of the Sith King of Onderon, able even to hold his own against the likes of Warb Null. In pursuit of his duties the towering warrior had been brought down by a Jedi Shadow, his wyrd run short after being skewered by a lightsaber blade thrust through his pitiless heart. As reward for his dedicated service, his bones had been interred inside the housing of a Sith Elite Warbot, designed to serve as a guardian for his master's final resting place. Centuries later the tomb would be unearthed by an adventurous black scaled barabel that at this point I am certain you are all too familiar with. Dragus faced the warbot, defeating it in single combat, then forced the twisted technological terror to his own ends. After that Krell had been his unwavering servant, unquestionably loyal, and just as equally barbaric as he had been in life.
This mountain of gore spattered and spiked Sith armour plate raised the alchemized greatsword Morkai in his mechanical hands, its crystalline ostrine edge trailing frost as it sucked the very warmth from the air around it, before it swept down once more and cleaved through another neck. A pile of twi'lek heads was beginning to grow at the base of the duracrete slab, already stinking as the bright sun searing this world caused the rot to set in quickly. They'd been at this all day, the culling of all citizens over the age of fifty. It might seem a waste of a precious slave resource, but there was a method to this madness. By removing this older generation, the Sith Eternal was cutting Ryloth's ties to its remembered past and part of its culture. There would be no grandparents and elders to pass on their peoples identity to the next generation. The past was being destroyed to make room for a future shaped by the claws of the Dark Apothecary. Indeed, Dragus was there in person.
"Oh yez! Again, Krell! Again! Siss Siss Siss!" Cackled and giggled the reprehensible reptilian in his serpentine manner as the drake lord reclined on a seat of freshly severed heads that had been tied together with ropes of digestive tract and repurposed sinew. Garbed in his signature man-flesh robe, it was difficult to tell where the throne began and where the Sith ended, so merged were the two in a filthy layer of cadaverous tissue. Dragus' blood red saurian eyes were wide with equal measures of madness and exuberant delight. His terrifying jaws parted to reveal an open maw full of dagger shaped incisors, stained pink with a mixture of blood and saliva as long ropes of drool hung from his scaled chin and ran down the front of his attire, soiling it beyond its already repulsive appearance. A rancid steam rose from that glistening forest of blades that filled his bleeding black gums, exhaled into the air as a cloud of sour breath that was accompanied by flecks of rotten meat that had become trapped between his razor edged teeth. His forked tongue flicked out between those blades, misting blood as it sampled the unique flavour that fouled the air.
His own terrible aura was growing, encompassing the town square like a swirling miasma, dragging expired souls into its endless black depths. The Great Devourer hungered for more than just meat. More than anything physical, he craved their fear, finding it the sweetest of wines. It would never quench his continuous thirst, nothing could for overlong, but he was enjoying himself all the same. Every time Krell's wicked sword dropped and another head was added to the pile, the devious draconian extended his terrible ethereal claws and dragged the freed spirits of those so recently dead into the core of his being, empowering his dark presence whilst simultaneously reinvigorating himself in ways that only the Black Temple on Pzob or Fort Ewok on Draggle Rock seemed capable of matching. As each twi'lek senior had reached the end of their skein, his presence swelled, swallowing up more of the city like a gluttonous toad with a belly full of flies.
Another citizen was led up the slick steps, nearly slipping on the greasy layer of coagulating vitae, before they were forced to the top by the blaster rifle jammed into their back by the Sith Trooper leading them up to the executioners block. This twi'lek, a green skinned male of sixty years or so, had a defiant look in their eye despite the absolute horror of their surroundings. As Dragus extended his unnatural senses and probed the aged alien, he was surprised to find that there was no fear in the man, even as he walked to what would surely be his death. In fact the twi'lek turned his two tailed head to look in the direction of the Blood Wyrm, fixing Dragus with a frigid stare of absolute hate. It was a beautiful expression and even the ewok-obsessed drake lord could not help but feel a little enamoured with the alien, his forked tongue slowly running over his blood dabbed lips as he savoured the sensation. He raised a claw, halting the towering nightmare knight of Krell before his greatsword fell.
"Are you not afraid?" Asked the Hungering One of the twi'lek, genuinely curious at the alien's presented defiance in the face of cruelty given physical form. Dragus remained seated as he hissed this, though his scaled brow rose quizzically and he leaned forwards in his seat, cupping his ear so that he might hear the twi'lek's reply over the blood curdling screams that sang a chorus of despair throughout Lessu.
The alien's reply did not disappoint. "We do not fear evil on Ryloth. You may kill us today, but the spirit of our people is strong. We will defy you to the end." The green skinned alien finished by spitting on the dais near to Dragus' foot talons.
It started first at the centre of the barabel's mouth, a slight trembling of motion, followed by the unnatural splitting of his jaws beyond the borders of his scaly snout as his lips spread into a wicked grin. He leaned in further, gripping the meaty arm rests of his throne of severed heads with his claws until their ends sank down into the skulls beneath, carving furrows in their cadaverous surface. "How wonderful! You truly believe that, don't you? I mussst sssay, I'm quite impresssed." He turned his saurian snout away from the alien and looked at the brutal warbot standing by, shaking frozen blood from its sword length. "Krell, ssspare thiz one. Resssilience sssuch az thiz iz hard to come by. I want him taken to my alchemy lab at the Academy." He then turned his twisted visage back to the alien. "You'll lassst far longer than the other specimenz, I can tell. Siss Siss Siss!"
In response, the grizzly warbot nodded and motioned to two Sith Troopers standing by. The crimson armoured soldiers dragged the defiant alien away, his fate now far worse than that of his kin. When he was gone, the executions continued...
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Lessu
May 13, 2024 6:51:20 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on May 13, 2024 6:51:20 GMT -8
Thirteen blurrg riders raced through the city towards a large manse near the top of the rock spire the city was built into the side of, galloping higher and higher, sending citizens caught in the open market streets scurrying to avoid being trampled. Leading the way was Chancellor Bib Syndulla, a sinister slice of twi'lek covered in a web of dark tattoos that did nothing to dispel the image of a desert marauder his appearance suggested, which made sense given that was his former profession. Now the unelected leader of the planet representing the interests of the Sith Eternal, the Chancellor had been made more a tyrant king, ruling this world from the City Beneath the Mountain. Kala'uun was the home of his main residence, a perverted palace of vice and sin, but he had dens aplenty. The charging blurrgs slowed as they passed through the main gate of the large and lavish property, simultaneously opulent and ostentatious, and paid for with the illicit proceeds from the spice mines where the impoverished people of Ryloth toiled beneath the red desert sands.
Yanking hard on the leather reigns of his mouth, Bib brought the blurrg to a halt, then slid his leg over the saddle before dropping to the interlocking brick that led up to the front door. A mismatched coloured pair of scantily clad females on loan from the Whores Eternal brothel appeared as the entrance swung open to admit the Chancellor, while the alchemy enhanced bandits that had accompanied him remained outside with their steeds. The second the twisted twi'lek entered the house he was stripped of his dust caked shadowsilk robe and rubbed down with sweet smelling oil by the two sleuts that fought and fawned over his well sculpted body. Naked from the waist up, he entered a private suite off the main foyer and powered on a long range communicator, checking in with contacts stationed in the Seeing Spire located within the Nullus Beacon. The rumours and whispers were true. There was some sort of revolt taking place at the heart of the Sith Eternal empire. From what little he could determine, it seemed that the first strike was launched by the forces of the Fabricator General.
Bib was familiar with Lord Valefor was a very good reason. He was his main competitor on the galactic black market. Ryloth and Kessel were bitter rivals in the war for spice supremacy, constantly trying to outdo one another with more exotic and mind altering products. In the spice dens of Nar Shaddaa, Crystal Ryll from Ryloth competed with Black Tar Glitterstim from Kessel, rotting the veins and lungs of many an underworld alien.
Listening closely, he heard reports of unnatural...things, emerging from the star fortresses lower levels to assail the stations defenders. That could only be the work of his master, the Dark Apothecary of the Sith Eternal and Famine Lord of the Almighty Eye, Lord Dragus. Well, the Chancellor would no be found wanting when it came to serving the sinister saurian Sith he was sworn to. Located along a major hyperspace artery one had to pass to approach the Albion Sector, he ordered the warships under his command to deny traffic to that region, preventing any reinforcements to be summoned by the Supreme Leader and those loyal to him by way of the Slice.
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Lessu
Oct 14, 2024 4:55:54 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Oct 14, 2024 4:55:54 GMT -8
Gracefully gliding over the city of Lessu, which sat precariously perched on the sides of a massive rocky spire, was a purple C-9979 landing craft coming in for a landing. The city was too small to support a craft of such sheer majesty, what the locals had taken to calling the Aiwha of the Sky, so it set down on the empty plateau adjacent to the capital. The plasma bridge connecting the two rocky mesas flared to life, a coherent orange road of solid energy capable of supporting vehicles and personnel, allowing for temporary passage so long as it was active. A train of repulsor craft hovered out from behind the city gates, escorted by B1 battle droids riding STAPs through the air beside them, all to deliver their shipments to the waiting landing craft outside. As the retractable doors of the transports boot slid apart and a boarding ramp was extended to the ground, a great plume of pink vapour escaped the landing crafts interior, veiling the ground in a narcotic fog. Marching off the transport were purplish-pink armoured stormtroopers, or what the ranks of the Sith Eternal had begun referring to as Spicers, short for Spice Troopers. The troopers formed two rows on either side of the ramp, holding their modified E-11 blaster rifles across the pink plastoid of their chest-plates, as spice fumes hissed from their helmet regulators with every exhalation of breath. A single Spice Knight appeared to be leading them, exiting the transport last, garbed in Sith steel plate armour and sporting a royal purple tabard and cape. A shield crafted from iron hard Pzobian oak hung from his left forearm, while his right gauntlet held the crossblade hilt of a lightsaber, unlit for the time being. He joined his men at the base of the ramp and supervised as the first of the transports arrived, was scanned, then had its contents stowed away onboard.
For weeks now these off world transports had been arriving to collect shipments of meat from the people of Lessu. In fact, the entire capital had largely been converted into a slaughter house and meat packaging plant, turning lyleks, blurrgs, and gutkurr into a sort of minced sausage that was then shipped to Roon. No one knew exactly what all that meat was needed for, but the Chancellor Bib Syndulla had managed to track those shipments as far as the Roon Sea, after which there was no trace of them. The Sith Eternal had no shortage of top secret black sites, so it stood to reason that's what was out there, though the Chancellor and his men valued their lives too much to inquire about such things.
All that meat was packed into the purple multi-troop transports carried aboard the C-9979, then had their holds flooded with CryoBan gas keep its contents frozen during delivery. Once the landing craft had been loaded up to max capacity, its security detail returned inside and the large transport lifted off, making room for the next in a series of descending C-9979 similarly waiting to pick up their shipments of meat.
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