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Her eyes narrowed in a mocking expression. 

 

“Did dear Awenyyd take that much from you that you are not sure of your sex? A pity. But Eunuchs have their uses.”

 

She flicked a knife from her waist across the tip of her finger, causing a single drop of blood to well up in the slight slash. Her mouth moved in a murmur and the crystals around her ears began to shimmer like they were in starlight. Then, with a deft movement, she brushed the drop of blood across his left temple, leaving a dark smudge that seemed to attach itself to his skin. More like a birthmark than a drop of blood. 

 

“Now we must pay our respects to the Spider. For war stirs again.” She looked to her mother and inclined her head. 

 

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It was with a great deal of amusement that Qaela watched as her daughter put what she strongly suspected was a blood trail on this one, claiming him for her own. It seemed that her daughter, in spending time with Nightsisters, had absorbed some of their attitudes towards males. It took Qaela quite some time to realize that the rest of the Galaxy didn't quite see things that way, but before then, those views caused her quite a bit of trouble. Hopefully, Telperien wouldn't have to learn those same harsh lessons, but it wasn't her place to interfere in this.

 

With an eyebrow arched in amusement, she said, "Take care, blood of mine, of the words I spoke. Know that the war will summon us again to its front lines and we must prove our mettle. Go before the Dark Lord and give him your genuine respect for to do otherwise or to offer false contriteness would only doom you. I have weighed him and found him worthy of my true respect and loyalty, not like the selfish and short sighted Dark Lords that came before. Do as you need, I am sure that our paths will cross soon and, if the Spider wills it, we will fight side by side."

 

She remained sitting, savoring her drink and waiting for her daughter to take her leave. There was something else here for her to attend to before she could depart.

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Exodus moved a few steps from his champion, now noticing the unfamiliar distance between himself and the weapon that had been by his side for a great many years. Truth was, the conception of such a vile tool of war was nearly lost to him, memories compartmentalized with routine bloodshed and visceral horror. Transcendence became something more then, but when exactly was impossible to know; a sentience that stirred as long as he's ever known with the hunger of his youth. Perhaps it would temper her in the way that it had with him, immortalizing a willpower far superior to those of his ilk, or maybe it would turn her blind with madness. Either way, it's affect was lost on the assassin turned King, he had to become something more than just a blade, and the last several years had shown what that was. 

 

In a rush, the Mandalorians pushed through the frame of the much larger chamber doors with their metal boots slapping loudly against the smooth surface of the hall. The measure of their footsteps spelled urgency, illustrating the passion with which Tros Ardell decided to carry himself in the presence of the ruling heirarchy. Then, as a measure of respect that escaped many of the recent power-players he had dealings with, they both removed what was a sacred shield of identity rooted in culture. Their helmets were peeled off without hesitation, expressing an interesting foundation of trust between the two. 

 

 

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"Ambitious." Exodus pivoted from the knighting of another Sith Master, and drew his gaze over the confessing Mandalorian.


 

"Surviving Qat Chrystac is far from a simple thing for most. It will serve more efficiently if you maintain what measure of land you can, and introduce the construction of deep mining operations with the task forces assigned to you, and whatever brave you can spare. There is an abundance of rich mineral deposits buried beneath the surface, ripe for yield, and you'd be wise to lose no quarter.


The wheels turn swiftly within House Solus, a promising sign. Major General Bann Dul and his commissariat armada have been extended to your favor, accomplish this, and approval for immediate resettlement is yours if you think your people are ready. You and your comrade however, will accompany us on a little trip," Exodus imprinted the features of their face, deeply understanding the sub-communication of their actions. "Master Nyrys knows this better than most, that battle in blood is one of the best revealers of who we truly are at our core. I want to see what you're all capable of. You all will join me in this dance." 

 

Turning, moving now passed the recognized seat of power in Iziz, Exodus headed towards a passage that would lead him to his personal chambers, opposite of the Mandalorians and Master Nyrys. 

 

"Lady," Exodus swept his cloak with usual charisma. "...gentlemen. The next time we meet will be on the battlefield. Command will touch base shortly. The time for conversation is over. The hunt begins."

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"I am what the Darkness wills me to be." He replies with stone eyes. "Procreation is a necessity when it is necessary, nothing more. Until it seems me worthy of an heir, I am nothing more than a blade to be used, just as I will be after."

 

Stepping off to the side as she and her mother conversed, Shiro stood at the ready, his gloves hands coursing the mark she had embued onto him. His future would be a fruitious and interesting one.

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Tros paused for a moment after Exodus left the main chamber. The lone thought echoed within his mind; Will they still respect me as their Alor if I am not present for them during a key battle? The thought had to be pushed aside when Kot'dral gave a hard push nudge to his back right shoulder and upon him turning to face the man, he gave a head nod indicating that both should leave the main Sith palace, as it seemed more fitting to prepare for the battle before them more so than the one he was handing over to the rest of House Solus. 

 

Putting his buy'ce back on, he turned and followed Kot'dral out of the main Palace to await the new hunt. As they walked, Tros linked up to Vulios. ::Vulios. Almas is a go, although you will have to take the planet without me. Me and Kot'dral have been personally assigned to hunt with the Sith Emperor. I trust you to do the job that I would do.:: Without any other words given or even needed, Tros cut the link. As the two got out of the main chamber, his mind had already been focused back upon the new task at hand. "Perhaps some additional weapons might be in order. You think we'll have the time to shop, or maybe our new allies will let us borrow some of their own handiwork?" Tros looked at Kot'dral as the two moved. "If you're asking for a lightsaber, I doubt it. I doubt we have the luxury of time to shop either. What we brought will have to be enough."

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Like apparitions in deep mist, the nightsisters formed ranks around Telperiën and Shiro. An honour guard of sorts, if honour guards carried bows and spears and wore patched leather armour. But the Sisters were strong, even as a lowly apprentice, Telperiën had helped the Dark Lord defeat the White Wolf of Onderon and his Jedi Mistress. The Sisters were survivors of the great purge of their planet, and now they were here to serve the master of all. The Emperor of the Stars.

 

When they reached his room, Telperiën looked sideways to Shiro and indicated that he should prostrate himself before the Dark Lord. She simply took a knee and bared her neck by lifting her chin. A sign of utter dedication to the Spider.

 

“We stand ready for your war my Lord.”

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As Shiro took his place next to his newest Master, the entralled wraiths snarling in disapproval as their forms got into line behind their own, he followed swiftly with his gaze adverted down. It wasn't out of fear, for he could never know such emotion ever again thanks to Hayley. But instead, this was to appease. Not just the women whom held his Master in such esteem, but his Master herself, to show his commitment to the Dark.

 

But as Shiro stood before the large doors that lead to a estranged chamber, the presence inside nearly suffocating even against his ironed lung, a hint of it strolled casually into his mind. Rage had always been an invaluable alley, as had both Pride and the more tangible form of Lust, Gluttony. But here, in this moment, as he found himself stricken in Fear, unable to move at first, he found none.

 

Cathar had been his birth, and Coruscant had been his creation. Both had formed him into a blade to be used by the strong in the art of war. But this presence in the Force, this being who wielded the Dark with such command, felt like a thousand suns imploding. A smirk reveled upon his face, his blackened eyes shimmering in the light. He had found the Master who would one day wield him properly.

 

Following Telperiën in suite, Shiro bent the knee and his head laid straight, exposing his neck should he be found unworthy. This was a Warrior's bow, one that exposed the greatest weakness, in servitude of another. As his Master spoke her words, he stayed silent, allowing her and this Lord of the Dark to acknowledge him when they were ready. Until then, he would remain exposed, at their mercy.

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"Our war, dear Telperiën." Exodus corrected with a show of his hands, sweeping towards the ominous display of fiendish warriors before him, slowly slipping from the yawning shadows that drowned the chambers thickly. “Our enemies long since declared a bold order for ethnic cleansing, becoming an immediate threat towards all who bathed in the power of the force. A galactic alliance that would have taken everything from us; burning our sacred texts, defiling long-standing temples of worship, and chasing our ancestral power into a thing of the past. Absolute extinction is what they wished upon us, never forget the face of such things, the Nightsisters understand this far better than most.”

 

She drew stronger now in her maturity, Exodus had much to reveal to her yet, nuances that would show itself in the form of his first holocron ever doctored towards a singular entity. The one that followed by her side— a student of the dark without a doubt, one that exuded a measure of enthusiasm in the emotions buried deep within him, such power unearthing by the second in tangible waves. Another warrior for the Sith Empire. Just behind the Emperor, the rear stone wall of the chamber jittered loose and began to descend into the floor to reveal an open-space landing zone. As soon as the wall separated, the eerie silence of the room, only previously echoing the words of the Anzati warlord and the golden Nightsister, now filled with a loud burning of thrusters. Several vessels in plain sight anchored themselves to the zone, with many other craft patrolling the skies, or departing for relayed coordinates.

 

"Come. We leave for Felucia. Telperiën, you and your student will assume command over the transports, the strength of our naval forces are to remain unrevealed until I give word. We move in with but a whisper, the storm will follow."

 

Exodus turned now for departure, with the wild orchestra of powerful savages at closing in on him.

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THE FELUCIAN HARVEST

 

 

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With the recent reclamation of Mon Calamari, the Sith Empire will redouble its efforts to the furthered expansion of its northern-western reach of the galaxy. In order to preserve quadrant-specific locations that efficiently streamline productivity between Korriban, Mon Calamari and Onderon, an effort has been forwarded to annex the wild reach of Felucia. The planet itself is an engineering of the Dark Side of the Force, graciously abundant in flora and fauna that make it desirable for the maturation of the Krath. With an enticing position on the Perlemian Trade Route leading to the Motherworld, and intelligence reports unearthing word of refugee colonies spun from the destruction of Coruscant, Felucia has been marked for harvest.

 

 

The Fall of the Free Alliance
The peoples of Felucia have not gone unnoticed in their treacheries. Although not all exist among the small cities, many of the wilds and jungles of Felucia are littered with the untamed who have long-since purchased their condemnation by aligning themselves with the Jedi Forces. Governing officials and shamans had brokered a deal with the Jedi Order under Grandmaster Darex Trevelian for protection and offered military aid against the Sith, which boldly persisted under Grandmaster Adenna in the form of infamous capital ship constructions that have assaulted Empire-protected worlds. 

 

“Discussions weren't long, and they were gratifying to all parties. The Free Alliance was a group of planets that had recently broken off from the Galactic Alliance, but hadn't wanted to become part of the Imperial Remnant. It was a small coalition of worlds who were simply hoping to keep their heads down if war erupted. But they nevertheless wanted to be under the protection of the Jedi Order. Darex explained that the Jedi weren't a defense force, but that he'd be completely open to allowing the Free Alliance to request Jedi aid and assistance. Jenteri agreed, and on top of that, told Darex that his people had sent a gift--a Maurader-class corvette and a Carrack-class frigate. He also promised Darex that if the Jedi ever needed further fleet support, the Free Alliance would help to the best of their ability by allowing them airspace or access to construction teams.”

 

Assassins & Bounty Hunters: Dace Jenteri is a high-valued target and will serve a handsome bounty reward for capture or kill

 


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Although the planet as a whole is largely covered in vast jungles and farms of a most majestic nature, the planet is not without the stamp of inorganic establishments and major positions of concern. There are city-ports run by political parties involved in the trade and survival of the struggling colonies (of which was pushed to the brink by recent plague), as well as major constructions erected for the enterprise of the Jedi. A rumored ‘abandoned’ Galactic Alliance-era Shipyard remains in geosynchronous orbit over a known Jedi Temple, one of which is protected by a planetary ion cannon and planetary shield, a decent ground force, and what was last reported as a small contingency of starfighter craft.

 

“The Jedi Temple on Felucia was the most publicly visible Jedi installations in the Galaxy. Despite the constant threats from the Sith, the Jedi refused to completely hide their presence, hoping to attract as many newcomers and recruits as possible. While there was definitely a Jedi affiliated military presence here, most of the defense strategy revolved around its planetary shields and ion cannons rather than brute strength. Even with the knowledge that a Sith fleet could appear above the vibrant colors of the fungal forests that made up most of the planet, recruits and possibly Force sensitive Aspirants continued to flood into the facility.”

 

Destroy, convert or capture:

Destruction of the Jedi Temple*

Planetary Ion Cannon

Planetary Shield,

All resistances and colonies associated with Jedi initiatives .

 


Resource Treasury

  • Nysillin, also known as sillum, or nysillim, is a healing herb grown as a common crop plant on the planet Felucia, and is harvested by a plethora of farming villages. 
  • The Yerdua Poison-Spitter blurred the distinction between animal, plant, and fungus. Its trunk is green and the flowering body is usually red and white. The "flower" consists of four thick "petals" with a poison-shooting organ in the center. Although its roots were firmly planted, the Yerdua could maneuver its vine-like trunk and flower with speeds usually associated with animals. It is considered semi-sentient. It could identify threats in its environment, aim, and release poison globules within seconds. If a predator got too close, the pedals would contract together, protecting the sensitive central organs. The Jungle Felucian natives are able to train the plants to guard their villages and trade routes from the native predators, and other enemies. In return, the Felucians feed the Yerdua meat, and keep the plants free of parasites. It is likely that the Yerdua's Poison is used by the Felucians for various purposes as well.

 

On this conquest, we will quickly realize the importance of the farming fields and the farmers that toll them. Most resources within this landscape can prove extremely valuable to the Sith efforts. We are not here to trade with the traitorous, we are here to command and conquer. This world belongs to our people, and all things that reside within. They will bow, or they will burn and be remade.


Affliction


“Damnation! Or at least that is what they say about our sorry planet. Some say it is the wrath of God, or perhaps the force itself, but the fact still remains. Death has become Felucia. 

It walks like an old woman through the streets, knocking on some doors, passing others by. In those houses in which she visits the children pass first. Great boils along their lymph nodes, then like a cancer, it spreads through their bodies. Ending in the lungs where it brings a frothy red sputum. It affects immigrants and Felucian the like. Humans die faster than us, but perhaps it is a blessing. 

 

May the force protect us.” 
-Writings of Doctor Kildarn, published in holonet livejournal. 

 

The Felucian people have made their bed, and have had their hands in the death of our kind for far too long. They now suffer, as Felucia has turned on them, and the Dark Side eats at their core. The atmosphere class is TYPE I, but we will operate as if it were TYPE II and higher. A plague runs deep within their roots, so we will move with wisdom and carve out any afflictions that we face. Instruct your teams to keep distance, and maintain rank. Any of our sick will be isolated and quarantined, and the excellence of our medical corps will evaluate just what has occurred here and weaponize it if need be. Live samples for our research teams will be generously rewarded. 
 

 

LONG LIVE THE 

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After Telperien and her new slave departed, Qaela waited, appearing merely to finish her drink. The deep red wine was of a very fine vintage, perhaps Chandrillian, though it could have been Bothan. She was never the expert on such things, though she had recently come to appreciate them. There was a lot of work for her to do to accomplish what the Emperor entrusted her with. She would need beings she could trust not to be overly ambitious and to place the Order over self. In a band of bloodthirsty, extremely narcissistic, power hungry beings such as the Sith, that wasn't always an easy task. There needed to be a fine balance between a spineless pushover and someone who understood that there was a greater purpose to existence than simply self aggrandizement.

 

As she had suspected, there was one here who she recognized and who just might fit the bill. Taves Bortillin, now stylized as Darth Capricious, had been one of those who had gone through training at the Bastion of Pelko while she ran it. Throughout her time there, she worked behind the scenes as much as possible to cultivate and grow those who showed the potential to see beyond themselves and to the greater good of the Sith Order, those who would be receptive to the concepts of the Balance of Nature. Bortillin had been one of those and thus received personal instructions from her and a few of her other hand selected and trusted instructors. When he had graduated and been christened as Darth Capricious—a peculiar misnomer considering his generally stable and reliable conduct—he had gone out into the Empire to bring order to the Galaxy.

 

Seeing him here was an unexpected bonus. He was cautious and circumspect enough to not approach while she was with her daughter, but seeing her remain gave him the opening to come to her table. He bowed respectfully and sat when she gestured for him to do so. They spoke for some time before he nodded, rose, and departed. Qaela waited a minute or two after he departed, then left herself. It was high time to get back to her ship and make sure preparations for their departure were going well.

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Tros and Kot'dral spent a few minutes, maybe around fifteen shuffling through the armory of the Sith before both decided that what they actually had on them was more than enough. The two made their way to the spaceport where their ship, Swift Justice awaited for them. Sitting down in the pilot's chair, Tros handed off his buy'ce to Kot'dral. "Can you clean this for me? We need everything to be ready for the arrival in system if we are to make an entrance worthy of our House." Kot'dral removed his own and carefully picked up his Alor's buy'ce. With a half smile at the man, he spoke with excitement within his voice. "The two of us can finally hunt again. And this time, we'll be together." Without any words, Tros only nodded at the younger Mandalorian and then returned to his liftoff procedures. 

 

As the ship lifted upon getting clearance from the main tower to leave, Tros took a quick look back at where Kot'dral was standing. He was slightly disappointed that the man was not there, but understood why he wasn't and even more so, why he couldn't. But the fact that he even held the disappointment told him that Kot'dral was even much more closer to becoming his riduur than what he had expected. Allowing for only a second more of his head turned, he returned focus to piloting the ship. The Swift Justice was launched into hyperspace within a matter of minutes after lifting off. 

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