Dubrillion

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust grimmaced internally, and while in agreement with Smash, he also knew part of it was simply because he simply walked away from his duties as Dark Lord and Emperor out of a notion of vengence. Since that time, their state has been rather bloodless and lacking. Then again, that was one of the reasons he was here.

 

He catches the Anzat studying him, and in turn, quietly brushes against the other's will with a faint probing to get a feel for the man. Though skimming the surface, he saw all he needed to in the man's eyes- a hunter, a survivor, and one who did what he needed to destroy one's enemies. Faust gives a faint nod- slight, but carrying his marked approval.

 

"I may have a few projects in hand to increase Black Sun's profitability. I can also stop by CorSec and the Hutts and make sure they do not do anything preciptious to hurt the organization. I shall-" At that, news of Terra's comm came in. Faust listened, then with a brief glance at Smash to make sure he was not overriding his authority, takes out his own comm and responds back.

 

"Agent Terra of Black Sun, this is former Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Luciferian, though perhaps Black Sun Vigo and Imperial General Vladimir Faust may sound a bit more familiar. Land your craft and await outside with your guest. We shall have much to discuss. My ship will escort you in for a safe landing."

 

The title dropping made it several things very clear- as far as Faust was concerned, that rift and duel never happened. Second, no harm would befall Terra for her actions. Third, and perhaps most importantly, Faust sought a way to exploit her twin service to both organizaitons for maximum effect. Finally, that Terra would need to follow orders.

 

Rising, Faust gives a short bow. "I'll be tending to this matter. I'm familiar with Master Antilles sorcery and know it to be a potent force. I see some potential here that may be turned to our benefit." With his coat sweeping out behind him, Faust exits.

 

True to his word, the Bhelliom rose into orbit, its cruel AI- linked to its master hovering at a careful distance around the Ossus Fallen. It beams in a set of landing coordinates, its stance also makes it clear weapons are fixed on the craft should any treachery present itself.

[Vothe Kyrik]

Vothe's appearance remained passive as always through the continued business discussion between Lord Daisaku and Vladimir Faust. It even remained passive when Terra's communication came through the channel, but for once this did not mirror his emotional state. Indeed, he responded to the communication with a certain amount of alarm. He had rent Terra asunder with his lightsaber blade at the end of the battle at the Citadel and had believed her to be dead. But now she was back, and she was still being influenced by the Sith Antilles.

 

The assassin spoke briefly into Smash Daisaku's mind. "Excuse me, my lord. This matter deserves my attention as well." Then he drifted out of the room after Faust, as silent as if he were not moving at all. Terra was not dead, and thus she was still a threat.

 

But Vothe Kyrik had defeated her before and, if necessary, he could do so again. But he was even more curious to see what Faust did with the situation--it was well known that the man was practically invincible, and his list of titles held in the past reflected that his knowledge of the dark side was unparalleled... perhaps even by Antilles, who was a sorcerer unlike any Vothe had before encountered.

 

Now he stayed several long paces behind Faust, not intending to interfere unless it became necessary.

[Kayal]

After Terra had fled from the makeshift interrogation room Kayal had been held in, he had immediately passed out and been carried onto her ship unawares. He awoke several hours later in a foreign environment, and completely unaware of what was happening.

 

He groaned and tried to roll over; suddenly he was overcome with a strong wave of nausea. He gagged and emptied the contents of his stomach all over the floor.

 

Coughing and taking a couple of breaths to steady himself, Kayal struggled to get to his feet. His first familiar sight was not a welcome one, it was the sith's puppet again, standing before him. Her attention was on someone or something else, but not for much longer.

 

"You!" Kayal wheezed loudly, taking a step back and nearly slipping and falling in his own vomit. "Stay away from me, I don't know anything." His last words came out sounding like those of a desperate man, a description that was none too lacking.

[Smash Daisaku]

”œSafe travels, Master Faust,”

[Terra]

"Agent Terra of Black Sun, this is former Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Luciferian, though perhaps Black Sun Vigo and Imperial General Vladimir Faust may sound a bit more familiar. Land your craft and await outside with your guest. We shall have much to discuss. My ship will escort you in for a safe landing."

 

She slowly rubbed her pale hand over the Sith metal jutting like jagged rocks from the white sands of a desert of her skin as she listened to Faust. Sorrow was a pathway littered with broken hopes.He sounded stern but not bloodthirsty. Terra quickly commed in an affirmative to General Faust, and prepared The Ossus Fallen for the flight down, biding her time until he came to escort her to the surface.

 

She began to enter several more commands but paused as a strange feeling washed over her, or more washed over her bare feet. It was not a pleasant feeling, rather warm and acidic. She glanced down to see that the agent Kayal had just emptied his stomach onto the decking and the surrounding area. She felt a wave of similar nausea as the smell of his stomach contents infiltrated her nose.

 

"You!" Cried the still half-sedated agent, obviously not a fan of his past experiences with her. He tried to scramble backwards away from her, but began to slip in his noxious upchuck. With Echani reflexes, Terra reached out with her arm of Sith metal and steadied him, before he could make a bigger mess. He was desperate."Stay away from me, I don't know anything."

 

Terra bit her lip and helped him into the co-pilot's chair, hoping to calm his nerves by a more comfortable position. Avoiding the man's stomach contents, she knelt beside him, a look of deep sadness washing over her pale face. She brought up a pale hand to her face and wiped away another red tear before it could leave a crimson trail. She bit her lip and lowered her head.

 

”œI know now you know nothing. I wish I had my sanity when we first met... My name is Terra... Former puppet of the Krath Ason Antilles.”

[Vladimir Faust]

En route to seeing Terra, Faust hears Vothe coming up behind him. Reaching into his trench coat, he takes out a small tube like device and toss it over his back to the assassin.

 

"Cover me and stay hidden. Do not act unless I give the order."

 

While not the same sniper rifle that popped Jedi Master Adi-Wan's head like an overripe melon, it was still compact and lethal- having a custom scope, HUD link ups, and unfoldable stock.

 

While not necessary to have the extra cover, Faust's ship being more than enough, a bit of added caution never hurt. Besides, Faust, ever the lone wolf, ever the mad wolf, still knew delegation could build trust and team work. Silently placing a comm to Black Sun operatives, he gets a quick brief from intelligence that stayed out of the fighting at the Citadel, gaining a brief on the battle that fell out there.

 

Cybermentally tracking the Ossus Fallen through his ship which now hovered silently above Terra and her ship, Faust steps out into the open to approach the ship. His face is stern and severe, but he knew a measure of formality and exactitude would be necessary for this encounter.

 

"Terra, I presume," Faust states cooly. "I am Sith Master Darth Luciferian, Vladimir Faust." His eyes burn as they look into hers, his will clearly exerting the dark side of the Force to scan, probe, and dissemble.

 

"My brother Ason has done magnificent work on you," he states quietly, reaching out with his left arm, his artificial arm, to grasp her right one, also made of the same metal and make as his. "You have some potential, child. Master Ason has indeed done wonders. The Krath are truly refined in their arts." As he speaks, he finds some of the strings binding her to Ason and quietly tugs on them, testing their strength- to severe, leave as is, or retether them to another was the question. "Blood feeds blood, blood calls blood. Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be," he intones in an ever softer voice. "Whose blood would you spill with this power of yours? For Black Sun? For the Sith? Or perhaps a union of purpose between the two?"

[Terra]

As the man moved from the shadows, a slight fear washed over Terra, quickly becoming a frightening wave. She had almost escaped from the will of one Sith Lord and found herself now ensnared by the will of another. This man was powerful.

 

"Terra, I presume," The man said in a cool tone. She bowed her head in an act of greeting and respect. "I am Sith Master Darth Luciferian, Vladimir Faust."

 

A chill began to crawl up her spine, ascending into the depths of her mind. She tried her best to not squirm uncomfortably as the fingers of ice moved through her. Goosebumps rose and the areas of Sith metal for once felt warm against her skin.

 

"My brother Ason has done magnificent work on you," he said in a quiet tone, reaching forth with an arm of similar metal, to take her own artificial arm. She was apparently not alone in being bestowed with such a cold gift. She tried her best to stay calm and not look too uncomfortable. He continued in his quietly menacing tone "You have some potential, child. Master Ason has indeed done wonders. The Krath are truly refined in their arts."

 

Terra winced as the strings of her own will began to unwind. Ason's control over her mind was still there, her freedom was beginning to look more and more like a façade. She breathed in sharply as her mental tethers to the Krath becoming more and more visible. Faust continued "Blood feeds blood, blood calls blood. Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be"

Blood was how she had been created, for within her still screamed a river of souls instilled in her from the lifeblood forced into her body by Krath sorcery. Faust's voice lowered and became ever the more intimidating in its nature. "Whose blood would you spill with this power of yours? For Black Sun? For the Sith? Or perhaps a union of purpose between the two?"

 

Terra's mind reached for the proper answer. The battle within her mind was hard waged. She was part of both ideals, having been empowered by each organization in their turn. She had been killed and reborn as a Sith under the will of another, yet here she stood, prepared to work completely for Black Sun. She took in a deep breath, feeling her lungs and ribcage expand, feeling the metal embedded inside of her. She smiled as she looked at General Faust, her crimson eyes sparkling in the light of Dubrillion's star.

 

”œI am already both. I will serve Black Sun and the Sith in a perfect union, if it is at all possible. I will spill the blood of both organizations' enemies. Give me a task, so I can regain the trust of my fellow agents. ”œ

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust gives an appropriately sanguine smile at the response.

 

"I have a task that will require wits and perhaps, blood to be spilled. Lord Daisaku voiced concern about the Hutts and CorSec rising to the fore. I can tend to CorSec easily enough, but the Hutts will require ferritting out. Go to Tatooine, Nal Hutta, and Nar Shaddaa and learn what you can about the leader of their organization. I want to know who it is. I want to make it clear that Black Sun is the dominant species in the underworld and we will welcome a partnership. If you suspect them false or they resist, make them weep tears of crimson and drain them white."

 

"If you wonder how this could aid the Sith, they have always found ties to the underworld useful. If we can consolidate our hold, the better service we can offer each other. Besides," he adds, once more tugging on the strings tying the girl to Ason, "if we can corner the Hutt's slave market, we can offer some interesting potential for Lord Ason's experiments in his art."

 

His eyes blaze with a cold blue fire as he speaks, the light dying a bit as he finishes. "I believe, if he is willing, Vothe will be of assistance to you on this mission. It is not of immediate importance, so if you have other duties, so be it."

 

The order given, Faust gives a sharp about turn and leaves with the familiar gesture of turning his back to a potential enemy- though his back is turned, Faust still kept several eyes on Terra. It was interesting to see what an apparent opening could draw out.

[Vothe Kyrik]

Vothe caught the cylinder Faust had tossed him easily, quickly surmised what it was, and gave a short nod, then disappeared. He had wandered the halls of many locations such as this and knew the trends in all architecture that would allow him to find a haunch almost instantly. Even without specific knowledge of this particular installation, it only took six seconds for him to find a perch. Soon the rifle was deployed and its weilder was staring down the sights at the conversation, his reticle resting on the forehead of the young girl he had already fought.

 

He typically didn't use sniper weapons, but he had trained with all weapons for over fifty years. He immediately recognized this as a top-grade rifle, and was confident that if he needed to make a shot, he could deliver it reliably.

 

The conversation proceeded as though there was no danger, but warning bells were ringing in his mind. Terra wished to serve two masters, but those masters were at odds with each other. She was a wild card, completely unpredictable. At any time, even during a critical mission for the Black Sun, her Sith-tainted sensibilities could snap and she could betray those around her.

 

And then Faust tempted fate by volunteering Vothe to work with Terra on a mission concerning the Hutts. Monitoring the Hutts was indeed one of his responsibilities since his conversation with Lord Daisaku, and Faust was careful to seed the wildcard by posturing the mission in a way that would please both her masters. But it was impossible to know how Terra would react to seeing him, the one who had cut her down in the Citadel. He doubted that Ason Antilles would see him as anything but an enemy.

 

His finger hovering near the trigger, the assassin waited for Terra's response. If she wanted to try to take down Faust, this was her chance. Vothe shifted his aim to center of mass, wary of her every movement and ever so willing to pull the trigger if she attempted an attack.

[Terra]

"I have a task that will require wits and perhaps, blood to be spilled. Lord Daisaku voiced concern about the Hutts and CorSec rising to the fore. I can tend to CorSec easily enough, but the Hutts will require ferritting out. Go to Tatooine, Nal Hutta, and Nar Shaddaa and learn what you can about the leader of their organization. I want to know who it is. I want to make it clear that Black Sun is the dominant species in the underworld and we will welcome a partnership. If you suspect them false or they resist, make them weep tears of crimson and drain them white."

Terra kept her head bowed as General Faust continued to talk about the Hutts. His orders were clear were clear enough, get an alliance with the Hutt syndicates, or wipe out any memory of the organization. The General was going after the rising police force in the inner-rim, a job Terra would not mind. Her mind, still weathering the storm of wills, mulled over the proposition as Faust continued to speak in a low tone.

 

"If you wonder how this could aid the Sith, they have always found ties to the underworld useful. If we can consolidate our hold, the better service we can offer each other. Besides, if we can corner the Hutt's slave market, we can offer some interesting potential for Lord Ason's experiments in his art."

 

The dark god would undoubtedly welcome the ability to practice his demon-work upon expendable creatures, upon his home-world of animated machines. The general's eyes flashed with a cold, seemingly bitter flame, as he spoke, emphasizing his soft-yet-deadly persona. "I believe, if he is willing, Vothe will be of assistance to you on this mission. It is not of immediate importance, so if you have other duties, so be it."

 

Terra raised her head at the mention of that name... Vothe. The demons in the temple of her mind delved deep into the information her master had bestowed upon her, finding what they were looking for. This Vothe was the same darkened demon that had thrust a lightsaber into her gut on Coruscant. While his blade had not killed her, the memory of him was one of hatred. He had been on their side until his treachery had been revealed. Now she was to work with the traitor.

 

The sound of movement raised her from her internal battle. General Faust was now walking away from her. His back was turned to a former enemy to his organization. An honorable trust, worthy of the greatest leaders. Terra bowed low, in true Echani style, making no movement until the General was out of sight. She was wise enough to not attack a king in his own castle, better to fight a king on a battlefield, where the fight would be honorable and even.

 

She raised her head and gazed into the darkness, knowing that the dark demon was hiding somewhere in his natural element. Little she cared for him. Terra took to one knee and bowed her head, waiting for Faust's contact to meet with her. She was ready for redemption.

[Vladimir Faust]

As Faust departs back inside, he feels an interesting spike at the mention of Vothe's name, and feels compelled to make a final statement.

 

"Your hatred makes you strong, child. Use those feelings well, direct them at your enemies."

 

With that, he departs back into the basel, quietly sending word to have Kayal looked at. While the man failed at the Citadel, he was still an asset and needed to be looked after.

 

Finding his way to where he needed to be, he enters Sasori's, now Jacen's office without knocking. Relighting his cigar from his earlier conversation with Lord Daisaku with another controlled spark of Force lightning, he takes a low puff, and without a word, again, going for a showy, flashy display of Force power, pulls the half-finished bottle of whisky telekenetically into his hands, and takes a generous swig.

 

"Jacen, it has been a while," he states cooly, settlign the bottle back down on the desk. "I understand the organization's had a bit of a rough patch in dealing with some of my Sith bretherin. I've since decided the organization could benefit from a more hands on approach. That project I had one of my followers forward to you a while back and help fund, I'd like to see it get started, and soon. Lord Daisaku is also insistant we get started as well. Do you have a team you could assemble for this?"

[Vothe Kyrik]

Vothe set his jaw. He was a being of calculated risks, and he rarely took chances when he didn't need to do so. That instinct told him just to stay away from Terra. But he was no coward, either. Slipping silently down from his perch, the assassin made a move, naturally sticking to the shadows even if he wasn't actively trying to be stealthy.

 

Then he was there, in front of Terra, the sniper rifle now held in one hand, pointed at the ground. He probed her with the Force as he had been taught, trying to read her feelings. She had reacted negatively to his name when Faust had spoken it, just as he had reacted negatively to news of her arrival on Dubrillion. Now, though, he searched for the hint of a threat.

 

"On Coruscant, I did my duty and you did yours," he said, the first time he had used his vocal chords since arriving on-world. He chose to do so because he honestly wasn't sure what would set Terra off, and telepathy was typically associated with the Force... which did all of this to her. "It can end there, if you so will it."

 

A bit of a lie, perhaps. Terra's will was not enough to erase the bad blood, but Vothe for one would only cling to his suspicion. He had no intent of shooting the girl in the back at his earliest opportunity, for such an opportunity had already come and past.

[Terra]

"Your hatred makes you strong, child. Use those feelings well, direct them at your enemies."

 

Terra smiled to herself at the General's statement. It was sound advice, but unfortunately, she no longer knew who were her enemies or allies. Terra closed her eyes and sent the feelings of hatred to a containment vessel inside the temple of her mind. It would be accessed later for the augmentation of her strengths.

 

Terra heard the smallest whisperings of sound, alerting her to the appearance of another being. She kept on one knee, but raised her head to look at whatever had arrived. Terra made no threatening movements as the figure in black appeared before her, holding a sniper rifle that was thankfully not pointed at her. She began to disperse the feelings of malice that sprung unwilling to her mind as Vothe began to speak.

 

"On Coruscant, I did my duty and you did yours," She nodded silently as he spoke, "It can end there, if you so will it."

 

Terra's face alighted with a smile, reminiscent of the sixteen-year-old girl she should have been. She rose to her feet, letting her hands hang loosely at her side. If he was willing to make the first move towards forgiveness, then she was as well. She reached out with her non-metallic hand, offering it in a symbolic handshake.

 

”œYou did what you were ordered to do, I did what I had what I did for I had no choice in the matter. It would seem that we are now stuck together... So which ship do you wish to take? The Ossus Fallen can take us both, unless you prefer another craft more to your liking.”

[Vothe Kyrik]

Vothe flickered up an eyebrow at Terra's willingness to put aside their differences, but the expression was hidden by the hood of his cloak, always raised. He accepted her handshake, remaining wary but mindful enough to understand how important such a simple gesture could be toward their continued ability to work together. For now, it seemed, they were able to ally, even though his mistrust of her and the Sith went a bit deeper than their previous engagement.

 

Such adversity he could handle. "I have no preference in vessels. Yours will do."

 

He took a couple of silent strides toward the Ossus Fallen, but stopped short when he caught a whiff of the unpleasant smell emanating from the inside. "Though perhaps it requires cleaning?" he said without turning back around.

[Silas]

Jacen watched as the man he knew as Faust entered his office with his eyebrow raised. He hadn't seen the man personally in quite some time, though that could generally be considered a good thing with all the death that tended to follow the man. Taking Faust's cue, Jacen relit his own cigar and grabbed the bottle of whiskey to take a rather generous swig for himself. He smiled through pursed lips as the alcohol tingled its way down his throat and into his empty gullet.

 

"Well Vlad, if I may call you Vlad, I don't have a team per se but I do have an agent already on the assignment as we speak."

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust gives a slow, steady nod. He debates on having a seat, but really, there wasn't too much to discuss.

 

"Sounds good," he states softly, slowing inhaling his cigar. "I can see to having the vehicles for the mission set and ready. Finding the weaponry necessary for this plan will be difficult as supplies are on lockdown due to the current battle royale between the Empire and Rebels." He takes another slow drag on his cigar.

 

"I'm thinking some sonic weaponry might not be out of line and I believe I have the resources on hand to quietly procure them. If the job goes right, we won't have to worry about needing them, but a good the right tools can make sure that even if the job is found out, we'll be equipped with the necessary defense."

 

Faust finished his cigar and stubbed it into the ashtray. The smoke of the cigar filled the office, also, it seemed carrying the faint scent of blood with it rightly implying that there was more than mere tobacco burnt up in his custom cigars. "What kind of time frame are we looking at for this? We should have everything in place by the time the powers that be are finished trying to kill each other."

[Vothe Kyrik]

As Vothe waited for Terra's response, something changed. He felt something deep within him, in the part of him that he attributed to his Force sense. At first he felt like it was a disturbance, but it was too acute. He shut out the outside world for a moment as he attempted to identify it... and, a moment later, he did. It was not yet urgent, but it changed things.

 

He buried the feeling deep within him as his mixed loyalties were again questioned. If he was going to align himself one hundred percent with Black Sun, he would tell Faust what he had detected. But such an action was a betrayal of the rest of him. He stretched into the Force, calm, seeking, as he had been taught. He was a being of two worlds and had promised himself that he would attempt to serve both for both of their good. He knew what he needed to do, and if it wasn't entirely for the Black Sun, it was for himself.

 

The assassin turned to face Terra. "I must apologize," he said. "I have a higher duty to the Black Sun that requires my attention. Continue without me; I will contact you when I am able to join you, but I know not when that will be."

 

Without another word the assassin disappeared again, back through the building to another hangar bay, to which had been brought his ship. Aboard, he set the proper transponder and took off. On his way to his hyperspace vector, he dropped Smash Daisaku a concise comm with a briefing on what he was doing. He planned a couple of false jumps to ensure no one would follow him and to give him the time to make the rest of his preparations.

[Terra]

Terra raised an eyebrow at Vothe's sudden departure. She was to be abandoned to her task so soon by her only savior. Perhaps she was wise to hate him or at least despise him. Terra sniffed sadly and turned back to the sleek red-and-black shuttle The Ossus Fallen. She had been given a list of planets by Faust, now it was her opportunity to make good on his orders.

 

She slipped silently back into the shuttle, rearmed herself, then sat down in the pilot's chair. She ordered one of the Krath's war droids to clean up Kayal's vomit while she prepared for take-off. Tatooine, Nal Hutta, and Nar Shaddaa were all potential targets for investigation. She considered her options as The Ossus Fallen exited Dubrillion's atmospheric layer. According to the Sith data-files aboard The Ossus Fallen, all of the planets had a dense population of Hutt agents. As for a place to start the investigation, Nar Shadda was highly recommended. On a planet of criminals”¦ At least one person would have to know where Dorjooba was located. Terra pressed a button, and the Krath shuttle flew into the murky-blue beauty of hyperspace.

[Vladimir Faust]

As Faust waits for an answer from Jacen, a set of images and sounds race into his mind via the cybermental link to his ship which remained quietly hovering over Vothe and Terra, catching every word and nuance of their last exchange.

 

For some reason that set off a small warning with Faust. The silent, cybermental command races back.

 

Track.

 

"Excuse me," he murmurs softly. "Something came up that I need to tend to. Get started on your mission, Jacen. I'll be keeping in touch."

 

He watched through the Bhelliom's sensor arrays as both ships took off. It would be impossible to track both. Rushing out to meet his ship and board it, he weighs in on what to do. Given enough time and effort, he could go after Vothe, but he favored his odds of finding the fledgeling Sith and Black Sun operative.

 

Punching in his best guess at her coordinates, he vanishes into hyperspace.

[Terra]

Terra frowned as The Ossus Fallen came out over the apparently vacant planet of Dubrillion. According to her shuttle's readings, there was little Black Sun activity at their former base. It would seem that many of the agents had moved elseware. This boded badly for her mission. She twitched as a few of Ason's dark thoughts came unbidden upon her mind. She reached with a trembling hand for the commlink and keyed it on to the Black Sun's encrypted channel.

 

”œThis is agent Terra, back from a mission assigned by Commander Fuast. I am looking for either the General or Smash. My assigned mission with the Hutt Dorjooba is complete...”

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

A landing order was established. And the proper pad number was sent to the agent floating miles overhead.

 

A few hundred agents mustered to the scene, armed with everything from blasters, stunners, and ewok catapults.

 

"You are cleared to land, and a agent will meet up with you upon your arrival."

[Terra]

”œYou are cleared to land, and an agent will meet up with you upon your arrival."

 

Terra nodded and ordered the Krath War droids surrounding her to begin landing procedures at the assigned area. As The Ossus Fallen began to descend into Dubrillion's atmosphere, Terra redressed in a dark tunic, highlighting her pale skin, and hiding the Sith metal attachments to her body. The only bit of dark metal visible was her right hand, and the red symbols that adorned it.

 

She felt The Ossus Fallen touch ground and strode to the descending landing ramp. She raised her eyebrow at the sheer number of agents that stood waiting for her. There were even a few ancient catapults aiming at her ship, whose ammo appeared to be a furry creature. She saluted to the nearest agent and began to speak in a dark voice.

 

”œHello sir, I am agent Terra... I must speak to your leaders as soon as possible...”

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

The man bowed, and showed her to the great doorway. He gestured at the metal upon her body. "I cannot show you before the king, so armed, Terra Greyhame."

 

"Your equipment shall not be harmed, but you must be disarmed completely. However literally that may be. Then we will show you to the scanners, just to make sure."

[Terra]

"I cannot show you before the king, so armed, Terra Greyhame. Your equipment shall not be harmed, but you must be disarmed completely. However literally that may be. Then we will show you to the scanners, just to make sure."

 

Terra's eye twitched at the copyrighted dialogue as the agent spoke. Apparently, he wished for her to disarm and quite literally at that. She nodded slowly, and slowly stripped off her tunic, revealing the extent of the Sith metal's reach. Reaching her pale non-metal arm across her undergarment-clothed body, she entered in a complex series of digits into a small control panel on her arm. Several minutes of unscrewing bolts later, she finally gave a mental command to her body and her arm detached from her pale body. She wrinkled her nose in pain and handed the agent the arm as well as the rest of her weapons.

 

The langvorok however, was another issue, for it was engrained directly into the bone of her good arm. To disarm it, she removed the ammo containers from the back of the weapon and handed them to the agent. She smiled at him and nodded, a bit uneasy at standing before so many in her dark undergarments.

 

”œYou have my weapons... Agent... Now... Shall we continue? Perhaps in my full uniform?”

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

The agents nodded and glamoured and commented at the amout of weapons the girl had stored upon her person. A few crude jokes were made.

 

"We will continue indeed little one."

 

In lieu of a new crisp sexy uniform, instead a stun blaster was pressed to the back of her blonde head. And the trigger depressed. Her little body crumpled, and the the agents drifted away, now bored. Though the sith weapons were taken as souvenirs.

 

She was almost run over by a catapult. But luckily the large wheel only caught in her hair. And so she was dragged to one oft he inner areas.

 

There she was found by Horatio Allister.

[Terra]

Terra's body was unresponsive, but her mind was still very much awake. This situation she now in did not all together surprise her, but with nothing but her mind, meditation was her only choice. When she woke up, she was going to rip the agents responsible a new... Something. With a mental thought, she activated all the Sith weapons that had been taken from her. Whoever was holding them would be in a lot of pain.

 

The separate portions of her mind met and melded in the hours of unconsciousness. Her thoughts becoming one. As she began to regain consciousness, she began to feel the rest of her body, filled with pain. The Sith Blood running through her veins felt like magma. She gasped in pain. As she opened her eyes, she saw a man leaning over her.

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

Criminals died, as was the way of the world. They lived by the sword and they quite literally died by it. The bodies were swept away by the cleaners.

 

And Horatio picked the girl up. Holding her carefully he brought her to the comm station, and dialed up the leader of the day to day operations of Black Sun. Delta seventy three.

 

"You may talk when able miss. Then your equipment will be returned to you."

[Terra]

"You may talk when able miss. Then your equipment will be returned to you."

 

Terra's eyes finally cleared and she gazed into a comm. screen, encrypted and ready for her to speak. She cleared her throat and began to speak softly into the commlink.

 

”œThis is agent Terra... Reporting the forging of the Hutt-Black Sun alliance as commanded by General Faust...”

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust l the Bhelliom and exits it alone. His guests during the conference were taken care of- minds wiped of the incident and the explosives stuffed into the stomachs of the two with the distneded bellies safely removed. Indeed, he reflected, it was probably best he did not go with his original plan to slaughter everyone present since his amnesty gave him a greater freedom of movement- oh sure, it restrained him, but it also meant he just had to work on not getting caught at some of his other activities.

 

Feeling smug and openly wearing his grin, he decided to check back in with Black Sun and gain a status report. Answering his comm, he responds cooly, giving a simple answer.

 

"This is Vigo Faust. Report, in detail."

[Terra]

"This is Vigo Faust. Report, in detail."

 

Terra's eyes widened, she wasn't expecting to talk to General Faust so soon. It was for the better, she was tired of going through these bloody intermediaries. She paused for a moment and opened the com, and started to upload the alliance details to Faust's main computer, including the signatory page adorned with Dorjooba's signature.

 

”œAs you can hopefully see, General, the alliance has been forged between Dorjooba and myself, but without the presence of agent Vothe. He seems to have disappeared, a skill he is very good at. Dorjooba has agreed to not try to undercut Black Sun business and has agreed to not encroach upon Black Sun planets, as long as we stay off of his. He has also agreed to lend military help will assist in supplying our ventures against Corsec. He has asked that we be available to help if he comes under fire from the core world idiots and their police forces. He will offer the same.”