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  1. @RitaEstrazda @Hagark The Knight raised her eyebrows at both of their responses as she led them towards their drop shuttle. The battle was mostly over, though through the force she could still feel the distant pangs of death ticking at the back of her neck. She outstretched her senses but could feel little close danger save the intrinsic danger of those two that walked behind her. One was a creature of some degree of sentience, likely recently evolved on the galactic time scale, a being that previous galactic governments would have scoffed at giving any kind of rights to. The other was the Toruguta woman whome she did not know. Strange company to be found on a starship but such was the way of such things. The Knight gestured to the Dropship which would take them to the star destroyer. “If you have no objective in your travel then perhaps you can accompany us to Ylsia where the main redistribution and refugee camps are. Would that interest you two?”
  2. Some degree of disgust could be heard in her voice as she responded. Her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Do you not have ships? Do you not care for your own heir? Send your own forces to Naboo and collect her corpse. Do not pretend that you care and yet lift not a finger.” She leaned forward to press another button on her control console which dispatched a longform encrypted data file to his communicator. It was a long list of legal papers with very serious implications. “If you are unable to produce your heir within the next several days please sign these immediately. The House of Contispex would never let such a house as yours fall into such disrepair. And we will take you under our wing and provide the means to furnish your house into the next generation.” She looked back at the holo of the man. “This will maintain the galactic order, it is non negotiable.”
  3. The grey sliver of a Victory III star Destroyer emerged from hyperspace over the outlying world of Andara. Home to the once great house of Maximus, which was now but an infertile ruin. Devastated by internal politicking and anti natalism, the house had fallen to such a low that they were not often invited to great stately events, and though the arrival of a vessel from the house of Contispex may have once been a cause of reflection or rejoicing, there was little doubt why the vessel was here now. “A message I bring to you, Jensen, Patriarch of Maximus, we are in search for the Lady Pandora who we know has a cloning contract with your family. Please let her know that she is expected at court, and that she has been requested by the house of Contispex for a meeting. We await your rapid response most eagerly.” The blonde haired woman sat back on her command chair, and stared listlessly into the optical receptor of the holo device. She herself was not a knight, for none could be spared for such a mission. But merely from one of the cadet branches, and served as a minor bannerman of the household.
  4. For @RitaEstrazda and @Hagark ——— The knight looked back and forth between the creature and the woman. Her eyes skeptical as they scanned the two of them. Her voice was soft in its admonishment. “Be careful that in hunting monsters you do not stray into becoming one yourself.” Without a care she brought up the saber and intercepted a red blaster bolt which careened back to whatever shadow had shot it. No more blasts came, and the silence told the story. “Now let’s get to my shuttle. Where were you two headed?”
  5. “Akaste Mirani of the Royal house of Contispex. At your service Lumare and… Hagark” Clear blue eyes looked at the Felucian with a great measure of disgust and curiosity. Barbarity was to be expected in the outer rim, even as close in as the mid rim, but this? She had not seen such a thing in the few years she had served against the Sith in the civil war. Her eyes lingered on his strange and bloody appearance, then drifted back to his face. Or what she assumed was his face from the fact that he had been chewing on an arm of all things. “You are a sentient creature I presume due to your speech so spit that out and let's get you both off this damned ship.” More blaster fire echoed down the hall.
  6. To the ears of Hagark and Lumare there were a series of dull thumps that sounded through the ship. Carried along the durasteel bulkheads as a new group of boarders arrived onboard the passenger liner. A second later a great deal more blaster fire echoed down the hallways as the Sovereign forces began to clear the ship of its unwanted Trandoshan trash. Light spilled down the hallway from a form in brilliant silver armour that carried a lightsaber that shone a pearl white. He intercepted the last two running pirates and with an easy cut dismembered them both. The rule of law was clear and for slavers there was no mercy. “Get back in your rooms!” Came the voice of the Knight, a feminine voice that carried a high core worlds accent. Another word perhaps would have been said until the pile of trandoshan bodies could be seen. Then the knight laughed. “Perhaps you did not need our assistance after all! Well met strangers!” And more heavy blaster fire echoed down the hallways
  7. Blood. We need blood. Demand Blood One of the remaining priests seized one of the young women they had tied to the altar and ran his wicked knife across her glistening emerald coloured throat. Blood arced from severed arteries and coated the altar with a bright misting of crimson. It caught the light of the jedi in a dull reflection, and though other priests added their sacrifices to the altar of the fanged God the room trembled. It had been too soon. This ancient malice had not been fully awoken, it had not been fed enough to have the strength to overcome the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. A waste of blood and a waste of countless lives. The presence seemed to manifest in the blood for a moment, a towering creature of malice. A nightmare from another age. Reaching to the vaulted ceiling with arms that dripped and splattered. Consume us. The Priests chanted but their voices were failing. And the presence pulled upon the ceiling. Perhaps in frustration, perhaps in spite. To bring the great temple down upon the priests, unkilled sacrifices, and whatever Jedi might have wanted to step foot into his wicked domain.
  8. The pirates wavered in that moment, being creatures of a natural kind of weakness. Predators that only preyed on the weak, stealing, kidnapping, enslaving those that were cowering in terror. They had not signed up for such a fierce resistance, and several of them took the opportunity to run down the corridors away from the two combatants. Making for their boarding vessels, believing the fight already lost. Only two remained in the fight, and they fired away, resorting to their claws and teeth if needed. On the outside of the ship, the Star Destroyer was just as busy, its new crew easily running through firing drills as they blasted away at the trapped pirates. Disabling engines, shields, and main power with well placed turbolaser shots. And from the bottom hangar bay a shuttle whisked towards the stricken civilian cruise liner, carrying a mass of troops and several of the Knights.
  9. As the sound of blaster and concussion rifle fire broke out and quickly died, more of the pirate raiding crew began to make their way towards the scuffle. Six of them began to run towards the fighting, skidding to a halt when they saw their collapsed and beaten comrades. They hissed with apprehension and slowly advanced, their weapon lights scanning the walls and shadows. Outside, in the depths of space another ship was pulled from hyperspace. Every Pirates worst nightmare. A Star Destroyer from the Sovereign Alliance, fresh from Kurt Drive Yards, on its first run trials. The Gallinore It’s crew very happy to have found themselves in the middle of a target rich environment.
  10. So the thralls had been laid to dust. What power was this? They had seen it before, ages upon ages ago, where eons stretched back and reality became myth. An old enemy that they had been sure was defeated. A power that had gone out of the universe! And now this girl, this fish and her friends was wielding it against the thralls? The dark presence in the temple reached out its own senses focusing on the trio of Jedi. What had brought them here? What fate had given them this mission to defeat him? He had consumed and he would consume. Blood demanded it. In the temple a half dozen priest began their incantations, staining the alters with blood of unwilling victims. There was little time left and the Jedi were close
  11. A trio of slavers made their way down the concourse of the bulk transport. Trandoshan in origin, their forked tongues flickering over their rows of sharp reptilian teeth as they stalked the corridors. They were nearly silent in their movements save for when they ducked their heads through the doors of cabins and hissed in laughter as they gunned down the occupants with their stun or concussion rifles. Those occupants they deemed valuable for reselling they slapped stun cuffs onto. Those they did not view as valuable, mostly the elderly, they slit the throats of with their long knives. It took them less than a minute per cabin, and they did not expect resistance. A whistle blasted down the corridor towards them and they looked up, hands reaching for their knives. Smiles stretching across their leather like faces. “Who goes there?” Came the hiss like whisper of their leader
  12. “Drop the mine.” The voice was a harsh one, that echoed harshly in the headsets of the heavy lift ship’s crew. A heavily modified Maka-Eekai L4000 transport first registered out of the Gallofree yards on Ca’amas some time during the clone wars. She was as old as dirt, and outaged its crew by at least a factor of nine. But as the mechanics who serviced her always stated in their reports, ‘The bones were still good,’ so the ship served its purpose. With a punch of a button and a turn of a key switch, the bulbus hull swung open and released its cargo into space. A pulse-gravity interdiction mine of hapan make swung loose and drifted a few hundred meters until another call from the boss stopped the firing of its micro engines. Another call from the boss and the massive mine activated. To the unfortunate passengers and crew of several low class space liners, a gravity well the size of a large planet opened up in front of them and the safeties hard built into their hyperdrives pulled them out into realspace before they could smash at twenty times the speed of light into a solid object. Except it was a simulated gravity well, and a half dozen pirate vessels were awaiting their prize. There was no place to flee. And the price of slaves was already high enough to make the venture worth risking a life over. In minutes the ships were swarmed by slaver crews looking and searching for innocent, exotic, and young slaves that they could resell. They fired indiscriminately at crews and passengers alike with blasters. working their way from helm to stern.
  13. For Lenna Kill and Keenava (Also Tharn and kadi) Frustration was building in the horde, their voices raised in a great groaning and a wailing which filled the air like a chorus. They tried, they surged forward towards the two Jedi but where there was no darkness they could not go. One brave and foolish consumed rushed too far, stepping out of the shadows. But where his feet found the light he found unbearable. He screamed a wicked scream. A violent unending scream that seemed to echo on every corner of the landing pad. He tried to turn, to pivot and return to the darkness but his feet found no purchase. They were beings of the darkside. Whatever they had once been had been fully surrendered to the shadows of the serpent. They had devoted fully to him, first to the princes of shadows, then to the shadows themselves. For as water washes away dirt so too could the lightside purify the darkness. And if the being was fully in the service of darkness, what was left behind when washed away? Like wax melteth before the fire so the darkside would perish. The Linnorm screamed again, this time a whimper. A child's cry of fear as he pawed at his eyes. His flesh melted away, bones and sinew too, until only ash remained. A ripple of fear coursed through the crowd of red eyed linnorms. Some at the edges of the crowd turning and running away. But the woman at the center stood still. Unwavering as the light began to creep towards her feet. She reached out her hand again to the girl. But now. She was out of her reach. The child twitched in a violent spasm as the bright light of the force surrounded her. Vomit and blood spewed forth from her mouth in a spray. Hissing and sizzling when it was exposed to the brightness of the force, as if it were water upon a frying skillet. The girl shook, her arms outstretched, pale green fingers convulsing as whatever shadow had been bestowed up her by ritual was drawn from her like poison from a wound. The woman screamed then and turned. Running away towards their temple. The heart of darkness. For the gemcut Solus Linnorms obeyed his orders, though he and those in the palace were fiercely set upon by the militia and civilian fighters. They would have their planet back. Damn the Sith and all their demons. For the Sovereign Knights The tanks intercepted the first few coil gun bolts with the makeshift cages strapped across their turrets that had been specially designed by some smart engineers to stop tandem charge rounds. But alas they only stopped a few blasts from the coil guns before the next few blasts penetrated armour and the tanks were utterly silenced. One crew was able to bail out, but the other crews were not. Consumed alongside the ammunition stores in a gout of fire that blew the turret of their tanks in a fantastic explosion. For now only a few heavy gunned Chariot LAVs remained as mechanized infantry. The rest of the local forces on the line having either fled or reduced significantly in strength save a linnorm Eweb and mortar team who laid down a withering barrage on the Sovereign forces and their Knight leaders.
  14. For Leena/Pinckz/Tharn/Kadi The being laughed, a croaking and evil laugh. The words slipping from its mouth pronounced with the harsh hssing of an utterly foreign and serpentine tongue. “Do you know how many times we have heard those words? How many of your great warriors have died with those pathetic words upon their lips? What next will you utter dear fish? That you swear to never hide that light under a bushel basket?” Another, wicked, ancient laugh. But the creature had stopped. Shuddering, it did not venture further into the light, instead reaching a slender finger up. Slowly, unerringly, to its wrist. Pressing on the ring of blood that had encircled it. The markings changed suddenly with the press, glowing a pale red that matched the eyes of the many that lay behind in the shadows. The force moved heavily as the darkside made itself known in the senses of the Jedi, and all about them red eyes began to appear in the shadows. As the Consumed began to close in. Several hundred at least if counted together. It was time to deal with these intruders. For His ritual would not be interrupted. _____________ For Kirlocca, Tilt and Squad, and Sandy The young woman smiled wanly at the clone, her face close enough to his to kiss him if she had felt the inclination. Her voice dropped to a low tone, sensual and dark. “We need young blood for His ascension. The children and whoever you bring to us will be sacrificed on the alter of the Fanged God.” She said it as if it were common knowledge, and though she was about to speak again she gasped instead. Her eyes unfocusing for a moment as their dark pupils shifted and changed before the clone’s gaze. Their natural dark stillness replaced with a raging fire of red. She dropped his arm without adding the blood mark and turned towards the door. For those Jedi that remained inside the bar, the darkside was in full swing now and their blood marks urged them towards the fight. For vengeance, for blood, for Him. The Fanged God who sat upon his throne of blood. _____________ For the Sovereign Knights The Defences of the throne world of the fanged god were not completely at a waste. Most if not all competent troops, pilots, and gunners had been sent to Nar Shaddaa and had not returned, leaving in their place a vast amount of fresh recruits and draftees held together by sparse ranks of the Linnorms. Those that had been marked as Linnorm, with their red glowing eyes seemed to be the most brutal. Holding together their lines of men with force if necessary, acting with one mind as they fought the troops of the Sovereign houses. Here and there were fierce pockets of defence, and three land tanks emerged from their covered positions to engage the men of House Edsbryder. While artillery dropped upon the heads of Contispex and Malczewski. Draftees and enlisted men shooting from covered positions as they screamed in terror. While others simply dropped their weapons and fled in terror. A few catching rounds from their linnorm commanders who calmly shot them in the back. _____________ For the Sith Lords of Korriban Those soldiers and militia that recognized the Sith either ran or tried to form ranks to assist. There would be some order restored by their presence, but it was like fighting a forest fire with a hose. Disaster was in the air. And those oppressed citizens that had cowered for years in fear were now also making themselves known. Turning ever corner of the capital city into a potential firefight as militai fought militia, linnorms tried to restore order and citizens added to the mix with hunting rifles A few militia fired at Solus before they ran. Judging that the war had already been lost. There would be more organized resistance as he approached the palace. There were many soldiers there, and they werte itching for a fight. Things planetside were falling apart quickly.
  15. A singular coded message arrived at the communicator of the Lord Akheron. Code F4403 Invasion. It was automated and had no further details
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