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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:33:26 GMT -8
The surface of Anobis was comprised of mountains, plains, and fields.
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 1, 2013 15:12:14 GMT -8
{Alternate Timeline; occurs immediately after my departure from Mustafar}
*The cave rose sharply out from the base of the cliffs, its black maw yawning. The clearing that surrounded it was barren earth, those few trees that grew within several dozen meters twisted and blackened. I approached it slowly, leaning heavily upon my staff, reveling in the palpable taint of the dark side. This was it, I was sure. Within these wretched depths lay the tomb of Darth Cauren, Sith Lord and alchemist of some note. His works were obscure, but I'd managed to obtain a certain manuscript that made mention of an amulet, imbued with the dark side, that he'd been buried in.*
*I was here to retrieve it from him.*
*Stopping at the entrance to the cave, I took a moment to collect myself, and to center myself more fully in the force. I could feel its dark energy flow through me, invigorating...insidious. Pulling my flayed cloak tighter about my slender frame, I prepared to continue inside.* |
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 1, 2013 22:29:15 GMT -8
The Simic set down without incident in a field, not too far from a craggy mountain range that spanned into the distance in both directions; for as far as the eye could see. As the Simic's landing ramp lowered, Jud walked out and onto the fertile soil, taking a deep breath and nodding his head.
It was slightly odd to find a Darth's tomb on such a lively planet, but then again... If you didn't want to be found, why would you inter yourself in a place people like Jud would look?
"You wouldn't..." Jud said to himself, as he started towards the foothills, and towards a large dark outcropping of obsidian colored rock. Everything within meters of the outcropping had life, and to the Old Sith it stuck out like a sore thumb. "Onwards and upwards." Jud murmured with a smirk.
He was close, sooo close. He'd have yet another trinket to study and learn from.
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 2, 2013 14:21:08 GMT -8
*I was just about to head inside when I felt it: a shift in the gloom clinging to this place, a sharp focus to the darkness as it welcomed another into the fold. Wearing a perplexed frown I turned to study the horizon. None but a child of the dark side would willingly come to this place, so twisted by corruption and stinking of decay. Perhaps...perhaps another sought the ancient relic? My expression darkened as I stepped away from the mouth of the cave. Oh, how I abhor competition.*
*Briefly I considered simply continuing into the caverns, but that would be a mistake. I had no idea what nasty little surprises Lord Cauren had left to greet the inevitable grave robber- the idea of dealing with another ambitious darkling and a death trap of a tomb didn't strike me as particularly appealing. No, better to wait for them to arrive, settle the matter, and then proceed unimpeded.*
*Whoever it was, they would arrive soon. My chest rattled as I drew in a long breath and awaited their arrival.*
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 2, 2013 17:35:24 GMT -8
Jud had crested the jagged side of a narrow and parlous stairway cut into the sharp obsidian rock-face, coming upon a valley shrouded with the Darkside. As the Sith stood on the precipice he felt something, or more so smelt something...
"Another..." Jud hissed as his single eye narrowed. He knew the feeling, and instantly recognized the pungent smell of death and malice. The ozone crispness that lingered around a person who meddled in things not natural. "A Sorcerer." Jud breathed out, spitting on the tainted ground in disgust. Jud had a special place in his black heart for Sith Sorcerers, a very special place indeed.
With cautious steps the Old Sith descended towards the dark valley, calling his ornate sabers to his hands as a figure became clear though the dark alchemical-mists. The cloaked figure seemed to be waiting for Jud, and that made the Sith smile; such a kind Sorcerer to wait.
"Fancy meeting you here..." Jud said with a chuckle.
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 3, 2013 12:29:15 GMT -8
" Fancy meeting you here..."
*I breathed deep, feeling the dark side surge through me, and fixed my amber gaze on Jud's cowled visage.* |
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 4, 2013 11:08:16 GMT -8
Jud let out an audible chuckle, as he heard his long shirked title spoken from the cloaked man he was beginning to recognize; through the Force.
"That title has long since been shed... much like the Emperor and his Sith Empire." Jud snorted, thinking on the failure it had become. Sith were Sith, and nothing could be built on sedition and treasonous thoughts. Once again the ambition of the followers to the Darkside proved to be their ultimate downfall. "But I suppose some things never change." Jud mused to himself mostly, thinking on though he was considered a Sith by most, he was anything but. "So, we meet again Sorcerer." Jud stated cordially, before taking a bow of respect to a man he only knew from battle. "I have long wondered if we'd ever get the chance to cross blades again. You were magnificent on Bespin, but I never caught your name..." Jud paused, though he continued towards the man; sabers in hand.
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 4, 2013 12:48:29 GMT -8
*I observed Jud'dayus' approach in silence, head cocked slightly, frowning. Down at my side the hilt of my saber twirled lazily between my fingers. I remembered Bespin, of course- how could I not? Odd, that the only two students of the blade I'd ever been impressed by both crossed my path for the first time on that lofty planet. But where Alkor fought with tempered aggression, his style an endless onslaught, Jud'dayus had displayed an intimate knowledge of the Way of the Ysalamiri.*
"We met again, you know." *I murmured absentmindedly.* "I'd just been inducted into the Inquisitorious. Aye, but I suppose I was beneath your notice that time around." *A sudden, sardonic smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. The hilt ceased its spin and activated with a snarl, the blood-red blade crackling to life.*
*Sweeping the blade up into the Salute, I shifted my left leg back, putting a shoulder's width between my feet. The saber came down in a low guard, the hilt lingering near my right hip while the blade descended down and to the right, its tip humming just above the ground. In a way, I was glad Jud'dayus and I had come after the same prize- and not only because it was a chance to cut down a potential future rival. I admired his work with a blade, and I was eager to test myself against him again. I knew my power and skill had grown since our last encounter...had his?*
*The dark side plucking strings of resonant discord within my heart, flowing through me freely now, I awaited his approach.*
"Call me Ishmael."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 4, 2013 16:24:28 GMT -8
"Ah... Ishmael." Jud breathed with the sound of recognition, nodding his head a bit. "One of the original Apostles, right? Well, this is quite fortuitous an occasion indeed." Jud continued with sincerity in his voice, as he watched Ishmael ignite and salute his blade. "I suppose you're here for the same reason as I?" Jud said as he unclasped his cloak, letting the dark fabric ghost off him like smoke. Jud's skeletal features finally revealed, grinning at Ishmael. "And even though I am going to enjoy dueling with someone of your caliber again greatly." The Old Sith continued as he activated the ornate saber in his left hand, its orange blade extending down towards the valley floor. "I would rather work with you than against you..." Jud shrugged. What could he say? He was a sentiment old fool, and killing such a fine duelist would be a waste of talent needed in this Galaxy. "But then again, this is the Sith's way... Sharing is not always caring." Jud smirked, before bringing his saber up in a formal Makashi salute. "I will take your saber as a trophy, and with great care preserve your legacy... in my mind." Jud bowed his head one last time.
The duel was on.
Jud ended his sentence with a hop forward, jabbing his left handed blade towards Ismael's center-mass. It was a feint, and with a snap of Jud's wrist in a curt counterclockwise motion the blade shifted and darted up towards the man's throat.
Makashi was a style of poise and grace, of lethal placement and impeccable positioning. Jud knew his opponent was more than capable of holding his own; he'd proven that to the Old Sith before. All Jud wanted to know was: If Ishmael had retained his lesson from Bespin?
With that mirthful thought in mind, Jud laughed aloud as he pressed the attack.
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 7, 2013 14:48:16 GMT -8
*My expression remained unchanged as he revealed himself, save a slight frown. I neglected to answer his question immediately, instead taking the opportunity to study his features, his frame, the way he carried himself. Finally, I pulled back my cowl, revealing shoulder length hair, black as coal, and harsh, angular features. I nodded once.*
"Aye, the amulet."
*For a moment I actually considered Jud'dayus' offer. Lord Cauren's mastery of necromancy and alchemical rituals ensured exploring his tomb to be a dangerous endeavor; I did not relish going it alone. But worse still was the prospect of sharing the prize, and even if I were willing to do so, the opportunity for betrayal would be too great. No, better to end this threat here and now, rather than spend my time looking over my shoulder.*
*Then he struck.*
*Dragging my blade through a counter-clockwise arc, I meant to bring my blade down atop his and carry it off course, but it was a feint. His blade spun away before mine could reach it. An irritated 'tsk' escaping me I reversed the motion, rolling the snarling red saber into a vertical guard and then snapping it to the right, slapping away the incoming jab. His attack shows me that he has not lost his touch. That's good- I've been looking forward to a rematch with the ancient one for quite some time now.*
*With a flick of my wrist I disengaged our sabers and drew the hilt back toward me before lashing out in a lightning-fast jab toward Jud's solar plexus.*
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 9, 2013 8:57:32 GMT -8
Jud's body adjusted for the parry and Ishmael's retort, taking a step back with his rear right foot, and sliding it away from his opponent, allowing the Sith's body to swiftly blade away from Ish's right-handed jab; letting the man's jab go through the air. Jud was playing on the Sorcerer's jab to be over extended; due to his momentum into the air where Jud had just stood.
Jud's left-handed blade spun around in his hand, reacting with his body blading off to Ish's left side. It came up in a precise twist of the wrist to meet the sorcerer's blade, connecting and sliding down the left side of Ish's blade towards the man's hilt. With a nudge of force, Jud pushed Ish's blade away, stepping in with his left foot to enter into the man's guard further. His orange blade extending out again towards the Sorcerer's neck with a flick of the wrist.
"Seems Bespin taught you nothing..." Jud smirked.
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 26, 2013 6:41:52 GMT -8
*Come, now. No sentient boasting even a passing familiarity with the Contention Form would ever overextend themselves. And I can boast quite a bit more than that. A flash of irritation crosses my features as he sidesteps my attack; it solidifies itself when he brings his blade to bear against mine, prohibiting it from giving chase, and then my blade is knocked away by what I can only assume to be a manipulation of the force- if so, it was too subtle for me to pick up on as more than a chance ripple through the already turbulent dark side. Regardless, my wrist is loose and so only the blade is knocked away, not my arm. Jud'dayus is fast, though: he's already moving to strike at my neck.*
*I cannot stifle a wry grin at his taunt, and do you blame me? In the entire universe there are only a handful of swordsmen worthy of any note. Even fewer practice the Way of the Ysalimiri- indeed Jud'dayus, Carnifex, and myself are the only ones that come to mind at the moment. So to test my mettle in this way is quite the opportunity.*
*I roll my wrist, bringing my blade- which had been laying across my body almost horizontally- up into a vertical position. I don't have time to defend, though, only evade. So with a rustle of my robes I twist, sliding my right foot around and behind my left, and present Jud with my left shoulder. My blade, pulled in tow by my movement, is tugged across and against the right side of his saber (from Jud's perspective). Suppressing a laugh at the realization that I had mimicked the man quite well, I released a portion of the energy I had been gathering wide Push, left hand coming up beneath the locked sabers with fingers splayed to direct the energy into my foe's abdomen.*
"True enough," *I finally reply.* "If only because there was nothing to learn."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 6, 2013 14:05:51 GMT -8
The Force push hit Jud at center mass, causing the Sith to slide back a meter or so from his opponent. There was no room to dodge, so Jud took the push with finesse, allowing his momentum to go freely with the inertia of the push. It'd put him on the outskirts of Ishmael's striking range, causing Jud to have to regain footing and posturing on the man before him. So be it, Jud thought with a smirk taking almost no time to get back into the fray.
Timing was everything in Makashi, seconds were vital. And what Ishmael managed to do was buy himself a veritable 'eternity' with his push. If one didn't understand that every move had to work like clockwork; then they weren't much of a practitioner. Jud continued to smile, Ishmael understood it, and understood it well.
The parry and lock had been broken by the push, allowing both men's blades to free of the others. Jud left handed saber stayed parallel to the ground, as he reentered the fight, taking a small hop towards Ishmael. The blade came in straight, the initial jab going for his opponent's blade, to strike it near the tip to force the man's blade out and away from his body. With the prospect of taking Ishmael's blade away form his body again. Jud flicked his wrist out to meet the blade, as soon as the blades made contact his weight would shift towards his right (Ishy's left) to bring his left-saber down towards Ishmael's saber arm, at the elbow.
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Post by Tav on Dec 4, 2016 17:16:19 GMT -8
In a congregation of buildings way out across a vast expanse of rolling grassy hills with sparse trees lived the Raindar family. Theirs was a large farm, and quite profitable compared to many of the farmers who lived in the back-country of Anobis' plains. They'd been living out here for generations, building up their wealth selling their produce to the town far away. Only within the last fifty years or so had they finally accumulated enough wealth to stop working almost entirely, leaving the dirty jobs up to hired (or bought) laborers.
Tav, a hulking Mantellian Savrip with long arms, reptilian skin, and small horns on his head, had grown up knowing nothing but slavery under the Raindars. He was their unpaid worker, their dumb brute from whom they expected absolute obedience and efficiency. It was in this year, his fifty-sixth year of life in this cage of a world, that an unimagined hope would come.
Tav's grip on the bale tightened, his teeth clenching, barely keeping control as the anger boiled in his veins. Gildred Raindar stood a few feet away, whip in hand.
"You lazy good-for-nothing brute," he yelled, lashing with the leather cords.
The whip landed across the right side of Tav's back and shoulder, leaving red welts and sending pain shuddering through him. He quivered as his eyes welled up from the anguish. But he did nothing. He just kept lumbering along, carrying the massive hay bale. He arrived at the stack of hay, and reaching up with his long arms, placed it carefully on top.
"These bales should've been done this morning, this was an easy task, but you've squandered your time taking breaks, gazing at the hills," he spat venomously, gesturing with his whip-hand in the general direction of the outdoors.
In truth, the progress he was expected to make each day was downright unreasonable. Tav knew this, but he also knew there was nothing he could do about it, but try to work faster in a futile attempt to make the family happy. Gildred lifted the clear glass bottle in his left hand to his lips, and took a few more gulps of the whiskey. He still stood straight, and his speech wasn't yet slurred, but soon it would be. This was one of his favorite past-times when his father attempted to bolster his ambition with 'gentle' psychological nudges more akin to the blows of a Gamorrean. He would come out here to insult Tav's rather impressive progress, whip him, and yell out all of his own pent up frustration.
Tav had plenty of frustration of his own. So much, in fact, that if compared to that of Gildred would make it seem insignificant. He rumbled back over to the open double barn doors, walked outside under the starlit sky, and saw just enough of the distant plains awash in the pale light of night to comfort himself away from exploding with anger. To him it didn't even feel much like anger, it was more just how he felt, all the time. He had lived for so long being unable to act on it, however, that he wouldn't truly know where to begin if he did let it out. Needless to say, it might be a violent explosion if ever unchained. He grabbed another huge bale, lifted it with muscles bigger around than a man's body, and ground his teeth in preparation for more abuse before re-entering the barn.
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Post by Tav on Dec 8, 2016 9:28:29 GMT -8
A week and two days later, Tav remembered that horrid night of abuse and shuttered as he looked upon his completed work. The warehouse was now full and set in good order. Everything was prepared for the coming winter a full five days ahead of schedule. It wasn't easy, of course, since his workload was so unreasonable, but he'd worked almost constantly, barely taking time to sleep. And now he beamed with pride at his handiwork, a glimmer of hope fluttering in his heart. Perhaps now they would reward him, perhaps now he could feel a glimpse of freedom, though it would be all too brief, as always.
He leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling the full force of his exhaustion. The metal channel creaked under the weight, and that whole side of the building groaned, metal panels popping here and there. He didn't care, his work was finally finished, and darkness began to overtake him unrelentingly. He slumped down, then fell to the ground in a sitting position, and quickly laid his head back upon the concrete floor, pieces of straw sticking into his back. He didn't even notice how uncomfortable it was as sleep overtook him almost immediately.
He awoke suddenly in a fright, holding up his arms in defense, expecting the lash of a whip. He knew he'd been caught sleeping during the day, and the punishment for that was severe. But, when the whip didn't come after a moment, he peeked out from behind his arms to see who had ended his impromptu nap. There in front of him stood Ellian Raindar, younger sister of Gildred, looking directly in his eyes, and holding up a finger to her lips that he should keep silent. He lowered his arms in relief, and quickly rose to his feet, trying to stay quiet. If one of the others had found him like that, he'd have been in a world of pain.
He grunted at her happily in a way she knew meant he was grateful.
"You can thank me later," she whispered, "my brother's right outside." Then her demeanor changed a bit to be less friendly, and she said loudly, "You can stop now, Tav! It looks like you're almost done. You've done a great job. I'm sure my father will be happy."
Just then, Gildred entered, glaring at Tav and his sister suspiciously.
"Nearly done, huh?" he said doubtfully, "I'll be the judge of that."
He then began to walk down the aisles of the warehouse, looking for anything out of place, or anything he could use to discredit Tav's work. Tav waited anxiously, looking at the ground near his feet. He felt Ellian's hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see her smiling at him reassuringly. After a few minutes, Gildred returned, and Ellian quickly removed her hand and turned to her brother. He walked past them both with a scowl on his face and a look of defeat. Ellian turned back to Tav after he left saying,
"Looks like he couldn't find a problem with your work," she smiled, "we both know he would've tried to sabotage you if I weren't here as a witness, so now you owe me double thanks."
Tav's mouth twitched, the closest he ever got to smiling, and he followed her as she led him outside. She took him back to his quarters, a large shack filled with hay for a bed, much like the pen of an animal, and told him he was now allowed to sleep. He quickly drifted off again, feeling far more at peace now from the kindness of Ellian. She walked back toward the large farmhouse, standing as a stately statement of wealth amidst the desolate rolling hills of Anobis' back country, and made her way to her father, where she would tell the good news, hoping to see this poor creature rewarded for his good work.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 20, 2017 1:54:07 GMT -8
Between the mountains and the farmland, situated in a stretch of infertile land lacking any mineral value, was a rather large base. Anobis was a violent world, the once peaceful farmers and miners having once, not that long ago, murdered and maimed each other for nearly twenty five years in a bloody and fruitless civil war. It was an age old problem; the miners wanted to sell their minerals to the Empire, ensuring profit, while the farmers wanted freedom. That had been years ago, and now, decades later, the same problem had arisen yet again, only slightly different; the miners wanted to sell to the First Order, and the farmers wanted to side with the Alliance. Once again war raged across the land, the planet and its inhabitants returning to the conditions that had run rampant through the Galactic Civil war: burrowing detonators riddled the farmer's fields, while smart sonic detonators riddled the miner's mines. In the forests, traps of all kinds were hidden among the landscape. And, in all, the whole of the planet was once again one giant death trap.
Then the pirates came. Seeing a planet at war with itself, they had set up base here between the two peoples. Acting as mediators (the people they were "helping" held at blaster point), the pirates had insisted that the pirates would take all the minerals and sell it on the miner's behalf - divvying up the proceeds as they saw fit. Likewise, the pirates insisted that the farmer's would likewise surrender their excess crops, which, in turn, would be divided as the pirates saw fit. Unintentionally, this had made the pirates the de facto governmental leaders of the planet; while not a perfect system, the pirates held all the *heavy* weapons and ships, forcing the poor and under-equiped village communities to go on with their plan. Now given something larger to fear than each other, the villages were, more or less, falling into line. It also meant that they came to their overlords with every little problem. Jashin Galfridian, a fair man, took only what he needed from the communities for his own peoples survival, selling and distributing the rest. That said, his patience for planet politics was rather short - and the villagers were learning just how unforgiving the alien could be.
It had, after all, been going rather nicely. Peace on the planet, *relative* peace between the villagers (not that they didn't kill each other on sight, but at least they didn't outright attack each other now), and, of course, a nice profit for Jashin and his men. Until the karking star destroyer showed up. The kriffing miners had gone behind Jashin's back, trying to sell their ore directly to the First Order. This of course backfired, the FO taking it all from them and not paying; the miners, not about to come to Jashin and tell him they had tried to screw them over, had attacked the farmers. The two had proceeded to attack each other, and, when the day came to pay tribute to their pirate lords, they had nothing to offer; so BOTH groups came to inform Jashin of the quandary. And here they were. Kriffing star destroyer in orbit, no tribute, and a whole bunch of problems.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Dec 22, 2021 22:27:41 GMT -8
Damocles had arrived to Anobis a couple days earlier after reports came about that the Blackguard had crumbled within and the Sith had disappeared or been wiped out. But while the First Order had established control here, there were still reports of dark side cultists practising upon the world. The First Order had, so far, disregarded the reports. Since the Ren weren't going to be cleaning up this mess, he had been hired to come and take care of it. Kad had tasked him with a crusade against darksiders wherever he found them. It was a holy duty he was not about to shirk.
He shut off the comm unit as Standash bid him farewell. Absolution Company were busy tending to the campsites daily duties of gathering supplies and cleaning up. He rose from his seat at the fire and ordered another tent set up in preparation for the arrival of a guest. While Damocles was not a particularly big fan of the Imperials, given that they had quite the history of mistreating various races and hostile run ins with the Mandalorians. However, their citizens weren't all to blame for the decisions of those in charge. Some of them were just trying to get by in life, and having an Imperial around while aiding those living on Anobis would make their work here a lot easier.
With preparations for Akulas' arrival completed, he just now had to wait...
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Post by Akulas Ecklund on Dec 23, 2021 16:16:49 GMT -8
The trip was strange. Akulas had expected to get some kind of briefing. She actually had no idea where she was even going. All anyone would tell her was that she was on her way to meet a contact. That and she was given a Westar-34, some extra power packs, and a vibroblade. She secured them on her belt and waited. She knew the Hereb's top speed and used that to try to narrow down where they could be. She wasn't bad at astro nav, but there were too many options to narrow anything down. Her quarters had no windows and she was sequestered to her room. Standash had pulled her rank pins and any identifiers off her uniform and equipment before she left the Grand Moff's office, and Akulas was told only to remove her helmet and face coverings in her room when no one was around. Akulas could tell that no one was to know who she was not even anyone on this ship. They didn't know who she was or who she was meeting. The ship landed at the small starport. She put on her helmet and debarked. The Captain only told her that someone was here that she needed to find. He wished her luck and the ship took off.
Most would be very concerned by this, but she had been trained for situations like this. She wandered the small patch of civilization asking generic questions. She was told of some well-armed people camped in the hills. She decided to go check them out. She stealthily approached the encampment. She realized that it was a collection of Mandalorinas. Theis could be who she was looking for, or they might not be. She would have to observe to find out.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Dec 24, 2021 1:16:33 GMT -8
Following a rather unfortunate series of events on Ordo, and the mission that had resulted, the Kom'rk-class fighter/transport known as The Retribution had ended up being destroyed. Thus, he and Absolution Company's usual form of transport had been taken out. Given their unique work, alternate travel arrangements had been organised in the short term. For the most part, their gear was transported in several large containers which were transported by public transit. Weapons, armour, and a variety of tools they used were primarily kept within. Meanwhile, a pair of Dha'werd TIE Fighter's, 4 Oya'karir TIE Fighter's, and 4 Naastar TIE Fighter's were brought in for escorting their equipment while it travelled and provide aerial support during hunts.
This, their camp was laid out with the two large containers in the centre, with tents stretching out in a square pattern around them, and then the Starfighters were landed along the northern and eastern edges of the camp. The primary benefit being that instead of landing all of their craft in the same field, where they could be more easily sabotaged, they were spread out and harder to all destroy at once. Lookout posts were set up at the corners of the site with overlapping fields of view.
Damocles strolled through the camp, inspecting everyone to make sure they were at their posts or working on their intelligence gathering. There was a lot of ground to cover, and the First Order's presence would undoubtedly force these cultists underground to try and build their power. But he and his men would find them eventually
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Post by Akulas Ecklund on Dec 31, 2021 19:47:53 GMT -8
Unfortunately there wasn't much she could tell about them from this point. They were a force, but not an occupying force. They were also settled here, this wasn't a holding place. They were here to do a job. She could tell more than that. What she needed was someone to chat with.
She used the power cell from her vibroblade to make small, but noticeable carbon burns on the ground. It would be seen as an anomaly. She made a made a trail of the burns leading to a place she set a trap. She set up a log to fall and take out the knees. She would have to move quickly when it went down, she had to get his helmet off to keep him from communicating, and it gave her an exposed target. She set it up and waited.
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