Roon

[Idarah]

Idejjen: ok, I'll do what I can

 

Idejjen took off, and in about 2 hours he had assembled about 50 locals and had summoned about 5-10 more Link reinforcements from the coruscant branch then Idejjen took off down the stairs with his new recruits to the new location (everyone except the Coruscant batch) .... Idejjen noted quite a few floors because it had seemed as if they were walking for hours, but in all truth they had only been down there for 10 minutes... Idejjen stopped at whatever he deemed worthy to be a floor and parked a certain number of locals there, and once he had gotten all the way to the bottom; where the lights started to dim and the stairs ended he placed the remaining 5 of his recruits... telling them to not let any suspicious people go in or out and to not let any creatures leave their containment areas.... he told them this while they themselves were outside the door, and he additionally instructed them not to go in because it would probably end up being a futile journey... for Idejjen had just watched a scientist walk in about 5 minutes ago and could hear audible wailing for about 2 minutes aftwerwards....

 

Idejjen told the group if there was another staircase he would bring the coruscant branch people there and have them guard the other entrance... so the local recruits nodded their heads as if to aknowledge that they would be perfectly fine with this... and then idejjen began his long trek back up the stairs after telling them they would have to do practically everything in shifts (eating, sleeping, bathroom, etc.)...

 

although Idejjen had such an "enjoyable" time crawling his way up the stairs he came to find that the coruscant branch people had gotten there after all this time... so, searching for another staircase, he found an elevator that seemed to go down to the bottome so he filled it up with the 10 Coruscant guards he asked for and deposited all 10 down at the bottom giving them the same spiel that he had given the locals on the other side....

 

Now lacking recruits for the upper floors, Idejjen scrounged around and managed to find about 10 more willing - but this took him 3 hours, where as in 2 hours last time he had found 50...

 

then somewhat fatigued at the going up and down the stairs, Idejjen again pushed himself up the stairs in order todeposit guards on each floor... surprisingly, there didn't seem to be as many upper floors as there were lower floors and Idejjen seemed capable of putting each and everyone of the locals on each floor.... already having two guards situated at the front door of the complex and at the hangar - and after checking the ration supply he felt content and slid back into his seat in Zara's ship to prepare for their return journey to the Golden link...

 

the whole entire process took a little more than half a day and needless to say Idejjen was bushed... so he took somewhat of a nap whether zara was there or not he didn't really care he just wanted to rest....

[Zara Nargal]

(( Sorry! If I take too long again just send me an IM or PM as a reminder!))

 

Zara watched Idejjen walk off to go see to the base on the surface of the planet. She walked back through the space shipyards, checking on some of the orders that had come in and gone out. Business seemed profitable in the past, she hoped it remained that way. The shipment of other personnel sent by Kheldar arrived and were put to work where they were needed most.

 

Having checked over a few more details, organising orders for certain produce and other items to be delivered to Roon, Zara headed back to her ship. She had a meal, leaving another plate in the cooler so it could be taken out and warmed up once Idejjen returned.

 

She showered and went to rest for a while, having set an alert to wake her upon his return. When she got this alert, she headed to the cockpit, running through the checks that would allow them to lift off. They soon headed away from Roon, through the asteroid field and other defenses before entering the hyperspace lane on the other side.

 

(back to the Casino)

[Darth Furion]

The research department came alive, furious in their quest to fulfill the request of their new Governor.

[Exodus]

Unravelled was the open hand of the past as a familiar face cast his stare upon a planet he withdrew countless memories from. It was here where he kindled the last of his benevolence as children and friend marched the halls as if we were free. It was a time to remember, but those who clutched the hope of freedom were now lost and powerless to find their path back to this realm save for he.

 

From another clandestine transport vessel, he carved his presence back into this planet and took in its marvel. This time however, he wasn't here for common pleasures but for a war that he would soon chip to an end. The Dark Lord as he was now known, it made no difference to him as it meant another charter of power to his claim and more reverence and fear from those underneath his status. The same old Roon it seemed to be however, except the tedious identification process was made all that smoother since these men knew who he was.

 

His troupe remained just as he; cloaked from head to toe in darkness and all six of them stood before him kneeled as he reflected on his plans for his new adversaries; each of them without a word to spare but all of their faith to bestow. Exodus, with haste, moved from the blossomed vessel as it touched down on the land zone and confronted the authorities of this section.

 

• ”œSend for these two, I have special need for them.”

[Malicious Intent]

What the...

 

Atia's shuttle exited hyperspace to reveal a large asteroid field, something she wasn't at all prepared for.

 

--Comm--

Um...Hello? I was, uh...asked to meet someone here. I request passage to the...screw it. Hey Exodus! You there?! How'm I supposed to get through this mess?

--End Comm--

 

She sat in the shuttle impatiently. Stupid rocks.

[Exodus]

Concealed were their whereabouts, but from the darkness their approach was sanctioned. Two humanoid machines pushed towards the visitor with incredible speed. No words of solace were parted into the dead space to ensure her protection but instead the two turned their builds and headed down a contrived path in order to steer her to the surface of an unknown planet. This space was travelled less often than most, but as of late it had become a planet that struck interest to more than just the Sith.

[Bad karma]

”

[Malicious Intent]

At a loss for words, Atia had no choice but to follow the mechanical monstrosities. With idle tenderness she coerced the shuttle through the broken field. Her attention was spread thin as she tried desperately to watch everything at once. The mechs, the large rocks, even her own shuttle had to be watched closely to avoid fatal mistake. She didn't even notice the planet in correlation to her own ship until she was nearly upon it. Once outside the threatening asteroid field, she exhaled a heavy sigh of relief.

 

Vision blurred as she closed her eyes, shifting between the material and immaterial. Her bionic eyes had grown strenuous, and she had tried to make a habit of using her old sight upon seeing a new world. The force came alive as it unveiled the planet's secrets, shining in a light unique to the world. She tilted her head as she took the image in. There was a sorrow to the planet that she couldn't quite place. Never the less, the time for aesthetics was over. Time to get down to business. Atia pulled the shuttle through the massive bay doors opening below her and landed.

 

Why did you chose here of all places to meet? I can't parallel park worth a damn.

 

She paused, struck suddenly with a presence she hadn't felt since...She bent down low, like a hunter stalking it's prey as she strayed to the titan's side. Slowly the familiar presence unfolded as her form became apparent, once hidden by the mountain of a man.

 

Oh. Hello.

 

Part of her wanted to give them a moment's peace before answering his summons, but she knew the moment, if there was one, was ruined.

 

How've you been, Dominique?

[Exodus]

[S]ilence

 

The chasms of evil he trickled from his presence accursed the pools of shadow that bowed all beneath him; so naive and so boundless in its persuasive nature but too amicable in its present state. He would fix that. Nevertheless, a delicacy sauntered from its depths and moved with poise from behind him. He could feel her, as her vitals churned and bled within itself to fulfill what was known to him as human, she had was here in the flesh. He moistened the brim of his lips slowly and a hand rose to confiscate the curious mask from his features. A mess of endless thick raven black strands cascaded and humbled all over his sunless raiment.

 

• ”œ”¦Exodus. If not all else, at least that has remained as before.”

[Oblivion]

A clear wisp of atmosphere forming a funnel downwards was seen from above. Nothing more. Yet from this subtle motion came the intrepid vessel housing the dark duo who remained strapped inside. Velocity increased as the throttle was pressed down further, even as closer they became with the ground. A sly grin washed over his face as another lever was twisted by his pale left hand, curling over his wrist and guiding the tight A-Wing to veer off course and settle upon the concealed hangar's grounds by mere yards.

 

Swiping a hand past his brow, allowing the silky strands of platinum hair to fall past his shoulders, the sky opened up for the pair inside at last.

 

"Pardon the theatrics," The man said with a very thwarting undertone that was more blunt than ever, "Flying has never been my strong suit."

 

Emerging forth, carrying the hand of his female associate Tarrian Skywalker, he guided her as far to the platform. From there, his hands became lost in the long black cloak that seemed to mold to his very body. All but the pale facial features pierced out from the abyss, carrying himself in a manner that made him appear as if floating more than walking upon the earth.

 

I've come, brother... with company.

[Bad karma]

There is a hint of a smirk on my face as my right hand brushes a stray lock of hair back behind my ear. It had been a long time since I'd seen those eyes, but his face wasn't quite as impressive as it had once been. Opening ourselves to depths of the force that others were terrified of or unable to reach had such an effect on our bodies sometimes.

 

His beliefs of beauty are malformed, or perhaps he just has yet to experience beauty in its truest form. I wouldn't correct him, though. For all the ghastly things I've done, at heart it still doesn't hurt to hear such a thing from someone who actually holds your respect.

 

My eyes flicker to Atia, smirk slowly turning to a smile. It's not something you would call a soft smile, but it's a welcoming one. She had new eyes and they were pink, of all colors. That amused me; she never seemed the type to like pink, of all colors. I'd have expected something like crimson, If only because young Sith had a penchant for being stereotypical.

 

”œAtia.”

[Exodus]

[F]earless

 

 

Her tenor struck cold, her words as solemn as the expression in her face. He paid it no heed and turned to the horizon as Dominique welcomed the crowd. To the south, a small dark transport was under construction and neared completion as its hardware was fitted with an expensive cloak device. In spite of whose home this was, his comrade Trowa would never fail him and never has.

 

”œLet's cut it short. The Arach'tar has a certain weapon that we must remove from their hands. It is no simple task as their numbers seem to swell wherever their presence infects. Now, a sketch is in order to crush their little toy and then in due course, pin the rest of them up one by one in the halls of our temples but”” We must cripple them one step at a time.”

[Malicious Intent]

Atia was slightly taken back by how curtly she was responded to, but to be honest she expected nothing less from her former master. She felt rather alone, knowing only one person at this little gathering. All she knew was the massive man before her required her assistance and she was bored. So she let the matter with Dominique drop and turned her attention to Exodus, clinging on to every word for clues as to what they were planning. Apparently they were going to demolish some big weapon, which would of course require a big bomb. No style or subtlety entered her mind as she envisioned the mission, but just fire. Big, writhing flames.

 

I'm down for whatever. She said with a careless shrug. As long as I can bring my toys.

[Oblivion]

It became ever more apparent that this was a cohort of sorts, having been summoned with only detail of himself inquired. Never the less, it seemed obvious that a matter this grave would require precision and technique; one from the force assembled seemed adequate at the least. Adjusting the height of his cloak with a shrug motion, he allowed his forearms to enter out and cross against his chest.

 

"As to you, my ladyship... It has been far too long."

 

After the man articulated but the last sound, it seemed their rightful leader and summoner made quite clear as to what was to be. Oblivion knew this man well enough to call him birth right. Every move calculated to staggering limits, well beyond the norm. A confident nod was all that was needed to reflect these emotions, knowing full well whose eyes fell upon his figure.

 

"To the depths of the abyss and back, you have my support..."

[Bad karma]

He makes things sound so easy, Atia shrugs as if it's no big deal, and here I stand with closed eyes and a small smile. This is one of the greatest challenges the Galaxy has ever faced and historically speaking, entire Empires have fallen due to a lone warrior or small group. Will we be that group, or will history mark us down as several of the Era's ”˜greats' that tried and failed?

 

If we are not meant to succeed, who then will take our place and triumph where we could not? Dare I even think it; perchance I will go down in history as the woman that sealed the Galaxy's fate in such a manner that makes even the cruelest of the Sith and the most Stoic of the Jedi recoil in disgust. Time will tell me its secrets.

 

”œRest easy, Atia, knowing no one would dare take a Teenage girl's toy's from her.”

[Exodus]

[T]riumph

 

 

• Tic, toc, tic, toc

Time, it sits there and makes a mockery of us. It's cursed resonance drowns out the air beside me and it sickens me. Soon, even time itself will be mine. I will reach up and pluck it from its plinth, twine the hands backwards and rip apart these rats over and over and over. They had no place amongst us and now they had not a drop of time to escape. Even if I lead these men and women to slaughter, I will not surrender. I cannot surrender.

 

• ”œDeath draws near, prepare yourselves.”

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian looked around her surroundings and nodded to the woman who had welcomed her. It had been a long time since someone had used her first name for anything. It almost sounded strange to her ears.

 

"What do we have to look forward to in the coming days?" Not one to beat around the bush, she wanted to know the threats that they were about to face.

[Malicious Intent]

Atia boarded as she was instructed, oblivious to the real scale of the events that were to unfold. She sat toward the back of the shuttle, figuring Dominique would be the one to ride shotgun, and as she knew no one else on this little trip, she didn't want to have to force herself into thinking of something to say if she sat next to Tarrian or Oblivion. Normally she could talk to anyone, but these people weren't just anyone. These were Sith, and well versed Sith at that. The more mature Sith tended to keep to themselves on long flights, favoring for self reflection or other equally deep thoughts, no room for friendly banter.

 

It struck her just as she began to fasten herself in, a feeling of fear, pain, and loathing to a lesser extend. Death, lots of death, and some sort of being, more sinister than anything she had encountered since...

 

Okay, don't think I'm bailing, 'cuz I'm not. I, uh, just gotta go get something.

 

She stood and moved to the back of the ship, spilling reluctant excuses the whole way out.

 

I'll be back in one or two...days. Sorry, big appointment, can't miss it. I'll be back, promise.

 

She boarded her own shuttle and took off, cursing herself the whole way out. What she was about to do was stupid. Really stupid. But something inside told her to go alone. Outside the asteroid belt, she plotted her course. Nhagathul was only a jump away.

[Exodus]

The crew seemed to need more time for preparations than expected. Exodus shuttered at the fact but made no hassle out of it. There were further matters to attend to before the strike and he'd have to handle them in accordance. He took the outfitted ship, left his blueprints for another project in the hands of a familiar scientist and then left for his new vast world Metellos.

 

(This'll take more time than I expected, and it's not on my hands so we'll have to wait it out a bit. Speak to me on AIM and I'll keep you updated.)

[Bad karma]

Two had departed, separately, and two remained now. They would not be bothered, instead I saw that they were offered a room in which to saw and facilities in which they could do as they wished. These were merely the basics of what a good hostess would offer and there wasn't reason to offend such esteemed guests.

 

Honestly, there wasn't much reason at all for me to even keep them in mind as I inspected the place. If something became amiss, I would know. Otherwise they could rest, eat, and either wait for Exodus to return or get the hell out. I'd give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they are astute enough to realize what choices they have.

 

The lower levels would be reopened soon; the staff knew this and I could feel a sense of unease about them. They weren't all around when this place had been initially designed and many of them weren't exactly sure what to expect. They were only aware that strange things were down there. If only they knew that the lower levels could never be entirely closed off.

 

All of that was not the most prominent concern of mine, for the time being, though. I found myself in the Genetics and Cloning area of the compound. If the story I was told was entirely truthful, the creatures from below were created in this very laboratory. I waited in a motionless, passive stance and watched the doctors on the other side of the glass work. It was fascinating; there was nothing quite like working on another living being. This particular being was named Gabriel and had once been a normal boy, albeit a force sensitive boy.

 

These doctors had taken him in and studied him. He had been put through rigorous training, pitted against brutally efficient combatants, and trained in various forms of armed and unarmed combat. His intellect was not neglected in the least though; rather his studies rivaled the physical training in just how intense they were. For a moment it didn't feel right to swoop in and pick off their subject after they finished up with him, but then this was my place now and there was no reason why I should step back and let these doctors push Gabriel until he was dead.

 

I had read over the report; he had unconsciously tapped into the force and made use of very rudimentary techniques focused around physical improvement during a fight several times. He wasn't particularly adept at piloting anything, really, in fact that seemed to be the only negative aspect of the boy. He was scheduled to have a basic set of cyberware equipped, nothing more than the dedicated, encrypted comm. channel but it would be enough for now. Down the road, if he proved he could withstand the training, I would design something special for him.

 

The procedures came to a close and Gabriel was moved into a bacta tank for recovery; when removed I would begin his training. It would be good to have someone around more often, now that Viktor is able to function without the need for constant observation.

[Survivor's Foundation]

((I believe that this is the site of the Link's shipyards. If I'm wrong, sue me; this can just go in any other thread without consequence.))

 

Two Victory-class Star Destroyers arrived at the Link's shipyards, the SF's Sanare and Organa. Serving this day as overblown transports, they docked with the Loronar Strike Cruisers Terminsel and Quarantine, quickly transferring the latter ships' new crews. Minutes later, control of the ships was transferred from the shipyards to the Foundation, at which point the quartet found their way back into the unseen depths of hyperspace.