Myrkr

[darth shadowlord]

After a while Draken opened a comm and sent a quick comm message to Shadowfett.

 

--Comm-- Fett, Any word on the rest of the members of the Team. I know Ki opted out due to other matters. But as for the Jedi, I have yet to see them. I suppose we could start training without them and let them catch up once they arrive.--End Comm--

[Moon Knight]

ShadowFett shook his head. Fierfek, where are the rest of them? he wondered spitefully. He had attempted to create a team that would take action against the Arach'tar, but one by one the members of that team had dropped out of their accepted roles, disappearing into the galaxy. The worst part was that only one of them had a valid excuse.

 

Moon Knight was a tough man, but he was not without frustration. He did not, of course, let any sort of emotion rule his actions, but sometimes it was nice to break free of the apathy that seemed to govern the rest of the galaxy and do something just for the sake of doing it. And there was no need to shun the man that had stuck with him, either.

 

He opened a comm to Darth Shadowlord. "No word," he said. "If you're up for it, come down to the surface. There are vornskrs to hunt."

 

The Mandalorian--the True Mandalorian--brought his ship down to a small clearing on the edge of one of Myrkr's many dense forests. He made sure that he was properly armed, then headed out down the boarding ramp, activating ship security as he left and pulling his Westar-34 blaster pistols out of their holsters.

 

Starting off into the forest, Fett would leave it up to Shadowlord to find him if he wished. One of the wonderful things about this world was that, when one wanted to find a vornskr, it was easy. Few planets had such a density of predators, and most of them were vornskrs. Only three minutes into his walk, Moon Knight started to pick up a few blips on his scanner--blips he identified as something other than ysalamiri. Blips that were closing on his location in the form of a pack.

 

Good, he thought, preparing himself for battle.

[darth shadowlord]

"No word, if you're up for it, come down to the surface. There are vornskrs to hunt."

 

Draken stroked his chin for a moment and grinned. This would be something new that he was gonna get to try. It would be different from normal, For one he wouldnt be able to touch the Force and secon these things would be hunting him. He nodded then let his fingers dance over the controls so he could locate Fett. After a few moments his scanners found Fetts ship and he quickly laid in a course, letting his ship take care of the landing while he checked over his weapons.

 

Once his shp had landed, he moved to the ramp and set the security code so that if anything came near it other then him without the code they would be vaporized. That addition to the security was his masterpiece. Once the security system had been set, Draken closed the ship door and drew one of the slugthrowers that he wore. He sighted down the barrel for a moment to check the sight.

 

Then with his gun sown at his side, he slowly proceeded down the only trail leading into the forest. He checked a small sensor unit to find that the metalic content in the trees was causing some problems with his sensors. He frowned, this was getting better and better. No Force and now his sensor unit was screwing up. He shook his head and looked around for a moment before continuing a little farther. He sent a coded pulse ou on his comm to see if Fett was nearby.

[Moon Knight]

ShadowFett tapped a button on his comm to return the pulse and reveal his location to Shadowlord. But he did it without taking his eyes off the dark shape that was stalking towards him. His helmet scanners were decidedly affected by the trees, but barely. There was only solid technology to be found in his helmet, and it took quite a jammer to disable it.

 

Westars in hand, Fett crept towards the vornskr, keeping his head turned aside to make the predator think it hadn't been spotted. He was watching it through the 360 vision in his helmet, of course, but the animal didn't know that. The Mandalorian moved quietly--very quietly, considering he was wearing battlearmor.

 

Tension started building in the air, very tangible and savory. Moon Knight waited and feined ignorance. The vornskr crept closer. When it was within two meters, it tensed its muscles, and Fett knew it was about to strike. Still, he waited until the thing leapt to spring into action of his own as he rolled to the side away from the beast and brought one of his blasters to face the sky.

 

Exactly as he thought, the vornskr passed over him, and Fett pulled the trigger with precise timing and reflex. A blaster bolt traveled only three centimeters before scorching through black fur and stabbing deep into flesh. The vornskr howled in pain and surprise and Fett rolled to his feet. He pulled the trigger again to make sure the thing was dead, watching its three packmates on his scanner.

 

They moved all at once. Fett holstered his blasters and drew instead a vibroblade made of phrik, which he had mined himself on Gromas. It hummed to life and the warrior that held it spun and slashed, bisecting an incoming opponent. The other two closed from either side, and Fett stretched himself out in an impressionistic pose that was rooted in his ability to kill both vornskrs at once; he kicked with one foot, bringing his boot spikes into that vornskr's neck, and with other arm let loose a quartet of tiny blaster bolts triggered by a blink combination in Fett's helmet. The four bolts perforated that target's neck and chest.

 

The beast that had taken the kick hadn't quite died, and it scrambled back to its feet, starting to run out of air. Fett brought his blade before him, as if fully prepared to let the thing attack before he killed it. This was not the case. A quiet verbal command and a small, thumb-sized grenade leapt from his left knee plate, spinning until it detonated a centimeter from its taget.

 

As the charred pile of fur and blackened flesh hit the ground, ShadowFett sheathed his blade. That same attack should have killed Rane Scando once or twice, he thought. But it has its limitations. Everything to Fett was about efficiency, limitations, and ingenuity, which solved the latter and created the former.

[Moon Knight]

Fierfek. What am I still doing here? ShadowFett wondered. He had been waiting for the single remaining member of the team he had created to meet up with him. But it seemed that no one remained now. Just as well, I suppose, that they disappeared now and not when it could have meant the difference between success and failure during a mission.

 

His brief adrenaline rush that had come from defeating the vornskrs was gone, and it left him feeling somewhat disinterested in what was going on around him. Nothing would challenge him here. He could seek more combat, but what was the point? Vornskrs could teach him nothing further, and he had fought many in his day, not only back when he was under Black Sun, but during his work for the Link under the alias Cyrus Knight.

 

But who cared about that bit of history anyway?

 

The Mando'ad headed back to his ship. As he had suspected, nothing challenged him along the way. Pull yourself together. You've never needed anyone on your side before. Not since you left the Black Sun, anyway. He looked back on those times in a strange light now. They had been necessary for his growth, and he did not regret what he went through. But neither did he regret betraying them.

 

He had made the right choice. Being a Mandalorian was holding true to your constant personal code, regardless of what flag flew in the galaxy, over your head or lightyears away. It didn't quite sit right with him that he had to turn against people who had trusted him. Piccolo was a great warrior, but he turned out to be a di'kut like the rest of the Black Sun, he reminded himself. I wasn't wrong to trust him, but neither was I wrong to turn my back on him.

 

Feeling disgusted with the whole matter anyway, Fett felt the drag of complacency on his bones. It was not a typical feeling for him. Fierfek. I need to get back in on the action.

 

He was Moon Knight, too. And he had a responsibility to people other than himself. If you live only to save your own hide, you're not really a man, it was said. He would worry about more than just his own hide. But there was only so much he could do by himself, and crime rates were low in a galaxy which was threatened by a vast, invisible enemy. An enemy that could show up anywhere, at any time, and deliver devastating force.

 

ShadowFett wanted to fight the Arach'tar. Learn about them. Learn to kill them. But he couldn't just pop out of hyperspace above Ilum and start shooting.

 

He shrugged and clambered into the Redawn of Vengeance. It was hard to imagine a galaxy where nothing was going on. He pointed himself towards but hesitated to pull back the hyperspace levers. Maybe he would just pretend he hadn't recruited and been abandoned by a group of mercenaries.

[Moon Knight]

"Incoming transmission," 2277 reported.

 

Fett was in the ship's extremely small lounge, cleaning his blaster pistols. Regular weapon maintenance could mean the difference between life and death. It was a stupid way to die to have your kit malfunction at a critical moment. "Put it through to my buy'ce," he said.

 

It was relayed from the Citadel of the Moon, and it was from Slicer, one of the galaxy's many low-life bounty hunters. One of the many dar'manda in his profession. He was naturally predisposed against helping such a man, but he had a request in which ShadowFett was interested. He's trying to do what I tried to do.

 

Moon Knight didn't usually smile, but he was tempted to right then. At least he had the sense to ask me to be there, he thought.

 

After he finished cleaning his weapons, he headed back to the cockpit. "Take us out," he told 2277. Soon they were en route for a rendezvous with what Fett envision to be various chakaare temporarily united under one goal.

[Silas]

((Taking some liberties, sorry.))

 

As Moon Knight's ship was about to burst into hyperspace, his comm beeped, alerting him to a message, which happened to be from Jacen Onnd.

 

--Comm--

 

Mr. Knight, this is Jacen Onnd, head of Black Sun. Our faction is about to embark on a mission to destroy the arach'tar controlled Centerpoint Station, which happens to be stationed at the remains of the Cardia system. We are in need to a fourth member to our small strike team which will infiltrate the station, and I wish that member to be you.

 

-On the premise that you accept:

 

I wish you to fly through the Cardia system on your way to meet us. Do a quick sensor sweep of what the Arach'tar have stationed there, then get out before you get yourself killed. Once you have completed this task I will send you my coordinates so we can meet up and head out on our journey.

 

I look forward to seeing you very soon. Until that time,

 

-Onnd Out

 

--End Comm--

[Slicer]

His flight path brought him over the planet of Myrkr when he finally dropped out of hyperspace. It was in actually nothing more than a course change. Though this place was rarley visited, it would allow him to disguise his force prescene given the affinity to the force some people have displayed.

 

He knew where his next stop was going to be, and so reorienting his space craft he entered hyperspace.

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((decided to do something else, delete this))

[Anilara Kadav]

Serena touched down in her borrowed spacecraft with her humdrum crew of delinquents and immediately set to work. She thought it not wise to dawdle when there was a dark figure demanding the deed to be done no matter the danger, so she set off with her force to harvest a few ysalamari. She had heard that they had force nullifying powers and knew that she would need this to infiltrate whatever base the Jedi was hiding... That is the sole reason as to why this was their first stop... because what use would it be to sneak if the jedi could sense their every movement...

 

The crew didn't object and they went about their way following her orders and setting upon this daunting task of trying to find these pesky little creatures, but who knew what was out there and who knew if they'd make it back to their ship alive...

[Anilara Kadav]

After a rather long trek through the wilderness and a few scrapes with vornskyrs, Serena and her merry band of delinquents had reached a large group of ysalamari. They set to work and in about a week they had all the ysalamari they needed. They fashioned instruments to latch the ysalamari to their backs and by which the only chance to remove them was to remove the back. There was a way to get it off easily, but only the group knew what that was...

 

As soon as that was finished though, the group headed again for the ship and without a word had gone up into space. They would decide their next actions up in space...

[Deton]

The calmness of space seemed to be suddenly interrupted by an imperial battle group. High overhead, Commander Deton was operating in his full commander authority. Due to his current status as a DoD member in the Empire, he had been tasked with something he deemed to be rather simply.

 

It had been nearly five years since the Empire had sent re-enforcements to this world. In that time special agent teams had indeed been sent on world to harvest the creature, but only one garrison remember on world, operated by practically a skeleton crew.

 

In that regard Deton was here, not as a conquer but, instead a s a savior. Taking up orbit around Myrkr, he commed down to the Imperial garrison left on world.

 

--Comm””

Attention Garrison five nine dash seven three four. Your request for Imperial re-enforcements has been granted. Supply landing coordinates for the surface.

--end comm.””

 

A short crisp supply from the reminder of Myrmidon troopers still left on planet supplied the end result of this phase of the operation.

 

Waves of transports were suddenly launched from the fleet streaming towards the surface like some sort of coordinated cinematography. The entire process of restocking the garrison lasted far less time then what the next phase of the operation would be.

 

With one fully complete and mobile garrison on the ground in such a hostile environment, the Empire felt the need to deploy not one but Two more garrisons. That way the planet would have a population of well over two thousand stormtroopers on call for any given situation, as well as to keep the dastardly wildlife at bay. These extra garrisons however, would included the same harvesters as the Myrmidon garrison had, there by tripling capture rate. After all what was the point of holding such an area, if one was no also engaged in the capture of these creatures to keep force users at bay.

 

This was the part of the process Deton wasn't so happy with about overseeing. Granted he had more than enough practice at this by now, simply watching and overseeing one being set up, should give anybody enough paperwork to hate it. Since so much men and supplies were being moved, and generals were being assigned. He also had the honor, of distancing the garrisons in such a way that it wasn't just one giant cluster, but instead three sectors rich in the force voiding wildlife the galaxy wished to have to keep their force using super weapons at bay.

 

Though high above orbit, he was being ferried down more often than not during this procedure, to make sure everything was be done correctly, as well, as making sure the engineers got it right. He wanted no base, to be more than five minutes away from another base by shuttle. This ended up giving him a triangle formation, where he had to designate the Myrmidon base as alpha base, and then a beta and delta base, as to the left and right of the alpha base in a equidistance kind of triangle.

 

Granted some wild life was cleared out of the way by turbofire, from above, yet that was only to set up defensive positions in such a way, that anything approaching the bases, would have a massive clear patch to run through before being able to assault the base. It was an old technique, that allowed defenders to take any area of the clear zone and light it up with fire killing anything in the jungle and beyond as well as people foolish enough to charge.

 

The one added precaution being set up here was oddly enough a mine field. This was being added to sonic emitters attached to automated e-web cannons, placed next to the base, so that one could not conveniently be used against the defenders. A second set of sonic emitters was place on along the perimeter and disguised as plant life. This way, there was effectually a doubly re-enforced safe zone for men walking along the perimeter. This also prevented the mines from going off as the large preds were being kept away by not one but two sets of sonic emitters. One set along the base wall and the second set along the perimeter. Given the staggered placement of miens around the base at two meter intervals, there were set ways to get in and out of the base. This was something else Deton h ad the privilege of overseeing, as well as the redesigned Containment chambers for the little lizards that got captured. By making the little nutrient dishes sound proof, they lizards inside would be less likely to go crazy by the sonic emitters blasting away. It was an effective set up, meant to be able to last for years with out any need what so ever of re-enforcements. It would also end up being one of the most boring posts in the galaxy, since the preds wouldn't be able to approach the base, so the only danger was in the actual harvesting of the creatures.

 

That danger was handled by the harvester machines that Admiral Orcu had introduced into imperial use, when the Empire had first set a garrison down on this world. Over all, the area was secure from both predators as well as potential humanoid hostiles, as after all two prefab bases had been deployed as well as a re-bolstering and retooling of the now designated alpha base.

 

It was actually on his way toward a hanger to once again observe the building of a base, as well as the supervision going on for the extra defenses of the base, that he felt briefly amazing. A sudden wave of well feeling seemed to flow through him, causing him to stumble and fall by the sudden shock of it all. It was like being hooked up to an electric socket yet having the idea of pain being removed form your mind. It was overwhelming, electric, and it would have been painful, if you were able to focus. Yet you weren't you were just”¦ blissfully unaware of the whole idea of pain, and so the experience shook you to your core, yet made you feel all at the same time.

 

”œSir are you alright?”

[Moon Knight]

A heavily modified YT-2000 Corellian light freighter set down in the dense, metalic jungle of Myrkr. It was a place it's pilot had been several times and working with more than one faction. He had even come here alone once to train against the Vornskrs, which had once been a great challenge to him but had since dimmed.

 

He was a man that reeked of experience but was seeking so much more. He was a bounty hunter, yes, but he was foremost a verd. He had come in the pursuit of bettering himself, but this time it wasn't in testing himself against the wildlife, but harvesting Ysalamiri for his personal use.

 

To aid in the process, he had hired a few mercenaries and others that could help with the manual labor--Fett had extracted Ysalamiri from the trees before, so he knew the method. Some would stand guard and hukat'kama and others would harvest until Fett had a suitable number for the hunts he was planning on undertaking. Hunts for the likes of jetiise.

 

The process began without disturbance--if they were to chance on any Vornskrs, it would at least take some time for a pack of the predators to find them.

 

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The Vornskrs were quick, ShadowFett had to admit. He had fought them during his time with the Black Sun, had fought them during his time with the Link under his alias, and had fought them since on his own for training purposes. Now he fought them to protect his hired labor--people who he was paying to service him in this matter.

 

Over the years Fett had learned alot about Vornskrs. For example, the beasties were shab'la aggressive. Second, and something that led to the deaths of many Ysalamiri-hunters, was that one could not underestimate their tails. They used the things as veritable whips, strong and flexible and deadly. Now as Fett faced them again, he kept his distance whenever he could and, when he couldn't, he went on the evasive and employed his vibrosword to maximum effect.

 

One of the things that made this verd particularly effective in engagements such as this was the fact that even with a vibrosword in his hands, he had an array of blaster weapons built into his beskar'gam that he could use hands-free. A quiet verbal or blink command in his buy'ce was all it took to trigger a wrist laser or the mini-blasters on his right forearm or the micro-grenade launchers on his kneeguards.

 

All of these things he employed to maximum effect, his training and ingenuity and pure efficiency showing in true form. And when the first pack had been obliterated, he walked back to the group of hired hands. Most of them were staring at him, and he returned the gaze from his faceless, silent mask. One by one, the stares dropped away and everyone returned to work, not a word said.

 

A few more now had seen the meaning of Mando'ad.

[Moon Knight]

Moon Knight was perhaps a better moniker for Fett than ShadowFett due to the fact that the latter referred only to his physical appearance combined with the reputation of Boba Fett, whereas the former contained some important descriptor, some element that in so many ways characterized him. The word was knight. Usually, knights were portrayed as great wandering warriors bound by a code of honor and chivalry.

 

Did any of those adjectives fail to describe Fett? He was a warrior, a verd and Mando'ad. He was a wanderer--when was the last time he had been bound to any location for an extended period of time? And he was bound by a code of honor, not only the Mandalorian Codex that held him to certain core beliefs and rules of battle, but the code of Moon Knight, which held him to the pursuit of good and destruction of evil.

 

This knight did not ride a steed into battle in this advanced age, but he fought with great skill to defend those less capable than himself--the hired hands he had brought here, in this case. More than a pack of vornskrs fell to his tracyn this day in his crusade for self-betterment and the fulfillment of his plans for the future. He found satisfaction in battle and fought with the skill of many men of his profession.

 

In one crucial manner, however, Fett differed from the knights of old. Those knights were considered heroes, righteous warriors that championed for the weak. But there was no word in Mando'a for hero. Fett fought not out of altruism, but because it was expected of him. How couldn't he?

[Mephisto Dracul]

The Dragon lands in an open clearing, setting foot on Myrkr's soil. He gives a sniff, taking in the forest air and the scent of the wildlife. Closing his ship behind him, he takes out a specialized nutrient frame used for harvesting ysalmari, this time with an enclosed capsule.

 

With a leap, he pulls himself atop the branches of Myrkr's trees and makes his way from branch to branch. He finally finds one of the slug like ysalmari nestled deep into the bark of a tree. Plying out a vibroshiv, he starts the slow process of trying to extract it from the tree and move it onto the frame.

[Moon Knight]

There were millions of ways the cultures of the galaxy had devised to help them cope with stress and hardship. The droten often used tradition to help them hold their precarious spot in society. Sometimes they followed lost or hidden ideals, sought religion, or devoted themselves to something larger than themselves so their hardest trials seemed to fade. These all tended to serve the same purpose: to inspire hope that the trials would one day end and they would be rewarded for their struggles in life once it had passed.

 

The Mando'ade were different. ShadowFett had one phrase around which every trial revolved, all hardship and stress and strain. It went like this: Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore. It translated to this: "Pressure makes gems; ease makes decay." It was a simple illustration of one truth of the physical world, and the Mandalorians had embraced it, Fett among them.

 

Moon Knight had no hope that the trials would end and he would be relieved of the stresses of living in a dangerous profession in a dangerous galaxy. For these trials he sought. He did not fear them as the hu'tuun did. There were a lot of hu'tuune, and Fett was the extreme minority. But this was part of his identity, a testament to the fact that the Mando'ade were not dead, and even if all else fell, there would always be ShadowFett.

 

Myrkr was one of those challenges that was hardening his body, mind and skill, honing it into a diamond. Ysalamiri were being collected, and Fett was fighting. He fought because to do anything else was to fall into decay and become a mirsh'kyramud. And he wouldn't want that, would he?

[Slicer]

He had spent an unknown period of time, simply stuck in meditation mode. After finally hooking up with the two men that would be accompanying him, and having the ship loaded up, he had devoted all of his energy toward the single solitary revelation he had, had on Courscant.

 

Unfortunately for him, he was having very little luck in the matter, and now things would have to be put on hold. As the ship emerged from hypserspace, he felt the bubble seemed to envelop him.

 

Going back to the basics.

 

Jumping to his feet, he shouldered past the other two men in the ship, and made his way to the cockpit. Grasping the controls, he eased the ship down in a clearing he was some what familiar with and leaving the two men on the ship, exited out on to the forceless world.

 

Most Force users tended to panic when faced with a scenario that left them with out the force. However, Slicer found it on some sense some what enjoyable. Almost as if things were going back to a simpler time.

 

Gesticulating with his hands, he appeared to be some sort of carnival joker, as he marveled at the native world around him. A man such as himself shroud in electronics, found such places as kashyyyk to be despicable but, here”¦. Here, was some sort of primal wonder of a hunter that could hunt you through the force, when you your self had no idea of its existence.

 

It was in a sense, a chance to meet himself and his role in the jungle. Breathing deeply, his filters kept any potential foreign bacteria from entering his system. Most folks found that when traveling from world to world, they would be come sick upon a new arrival, as they had never been exposed to the bacteria of that world.

 

While he had indeed built up a tolerance for the bacteria and other foreign objects across many worlds. He saw no particular reason to be taking chances.

 

Stepping off into the jungle, he scanners were on full alert. He had heard the tales of what could be stalking him, and he knew the prey he had come for.

 

This shall be interesting!

[Mephisto Dracul]

The extraction process ends and the Gen'dai slowly transfers the ysalmari on to the nutrient frame, which he then puts in his special capsule. The capsule itself, covered in small tubes for feeding and air was surprisingly lackluster, though the glint of the alloy making it suggested phrik. While his armor and weapons lacked that same protection, he rarely dealt with Jedi or Sith in taking bounties. Yet even then, the idea of being thrown around like a child's toy, or having his mind ravaged seemed far greater threats, hence the case for his new shield.

 

With his ysalmari secure and locked into place, Mephisto stretches himself, his long mass of nerves and segmented armor rising to accomidate him. Feeling discomfort, he grasps the capsule with the ysalmari inside, and imbeds it into the network that made his chest, and slowly returns to his normal height. It still felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, but it beat the alternative. Still 2,000 years young and exceedingly patient, he would adapt. He returns to his ship and boots up the system, then takes off into space.

[Slicer]

He stood a taken back by what lay before him. With no access to the force, he couldn't help but doubt himself yet her knew what he had seen.

Two hours earlier, he had been traveling through the jungle, the result of a second vornskrs attack laid strewn about, what beasts not already dead, leaving pitiful dying death rattles in their throats. The animals had been excellent at trying to whipsaw him on their attempts to victory but, they dealt with a far more cunning being they could have hoped to imagine. Though it could have been on battle prowess alone that he had destroyed two packs of creatures, he had instead outwitted them before killing them.

Still despite his best efforts he was unable to find that which he was seeking. On some level, he had thought that if he concentrated on what was not there, he would be able to simply pinpoint one through guestimation of the creatures' ranges. Yet this was not to be, as it seemed there was no set range, just a big void he seemed to be walking through.

Still it wasn't as if he was miserable. Having the chance to go back down to the basics and prove he was depended on the force, was an experience not enjoyed by most in his position, and so he had ended up treasuring it.

An hour earlier than his present condition, he found himself in a most peculiar situation. Perched high in a tree, he calmly waited, watch and observed, as the fifth pack seemed to lose track of him. Peering closely, he noticed that instead of being a brand new pack, it was actually the remains of an old pack. Compassion truly was a weakness, as in allowing a single pack to survive an encounter with him, instead of turning tail and running, they were clearly seeking revenge.

Standing up on top the branch, he gave a sudden swan leap dive, and with in moments engaged the pack one more, catching them off guard, and then keeping them off of even footing.

Presently he found himself staring at something he had never seen before. The events that transpire following his first noticing of what he could only describe as a sentient plant were nothing short of a first contact moment.

For the next few hours, the two creatures explored one another, before at last working together, to nab Slicer's elusive prey. Slipping a ysalamiri into a nutrient dish, and slipping that into a battle harness. The events that followed would murky and hidden at best from any possible observers, besides the trees. At last however, pressed for time, Slicer found himself rocketing away from the world, with prize in hand, and a bit of knowledge about the universe.

[Moon Knight]

"We're done here. Let's move."

 

The words were spoken by the hunter ShadowFett to the hired hands he had brought with him. They had now collected seven ysalamiri, and no more did he require. His plan had come to fruition--now he was ready to fight the jetiise or Sith or whoever he needed to in order to prove that he could even defeat the Force.

 

If reports were true that Faust was dead, the Mando'ad was disappointed in the other hunter and decidedly wished he could have gotten a chance at vengeance. But he didn't really think the reports were true--Faust was too resourceful to be simply shot by the dar'manda Emperor. Fett would believe the reports if they were absolutely confirmed, but until then, he would seek to fight him again.

 

This was the dilemma--he had prepared himself to battle Sith Lords, but he presently had no targets. The jetiise didn't post bounties, so the bounties out there were on Jedi heads. Moon Knight had little interest in killing Jedi if he didn't need to, so he would seek Sith.

 

Making his way back to his ship, his employees in tow, Fett ordered his beskar'ad, 2277, to start collecting rumors about Sith sightings. Immediately a few things came in about Borleias, but that attack had apparently already ended. Boarding the Vengeance, he saw no reason to tarry on Myrkr any longer and soon was in hyperspace en route back to Corellia to pay and drop off his thugs.

[Leonardo Stovachi]

Long ago he had learned to control his breathing. Even as he ran for miles, his breathing was steady, controlled, sure. During his training in the Force, Leo had learned even more about how to control his body. Through the Force he could regulate his heart, his muscles, and even the flow of blood through his veins. Through the Force he had become an incredibly warrior. With the aid of the Force, he had even taken the life of his own father. The Force had rescued him from the life of a Corellian noble. While he had enjoyed the life growing up, he had become increasingly frustrated by the meaningless of it. He had enjoyed true freedom andbeen given everything. But he had seen how those not of his lineage lived. They suffered every single day, searching for the least amount of shelter, hunting for the most basic of foods. So he had left. And he joined the Jedi. On the ice planet of Hoth he had met Master Stellar. His training began slowly, but the life of a Jedi was not to be his. He was taken by the Sith, trained by the Sith Lord Darth Pyre. And during his training, he had murdered his own father. And then he left the Sith. He tried to have a life with his family. But even that was denied to him. It seemed the Force was no more fair than his father. Never deeming him good enough. And now it had abandoned him. Since his capture and imprisonment on Myrkr, he had not felt the Forces comforting touch once. He was utterly alone.

The leaves crunched beneath his feet as he slipped through the trees. The black boots he wore were not designed to be stealthy, but over the years, he had learned where to put the pressure to create the least sound. A stolen Imperial body glove covered the rest of him. Several pieces of various armor were attached to the body glove, protecting him from the elements and from the numerous natural dangers that lurked on Myrkr. The only thing he did not wear was a helmet. In the jungle it would only stifle his vision. Without a complete set of armor, there was no chance of piecing together a coolant system so a helmet would add an intensity to the heat he would already feel during combat. The vornsker skin coat he wore over his armor, was the only luxury he had afforded himself on this dangerous planet. The former Sith crouched to his knees as he watched the newest batch of Stormies march off into the jungle, just eager for the chance to hunt the native that had been planted here for them to kill. But just like all the others, they would definitely be surprised.

The Imperial pilot had just finished checking the pre-flight data when he felt something behind him. He knew there could be no one there, but yet he felt it all the same. Just as he turned his head, he saw the gray metal of a sword slicing through the air before he saw nothing else.

The group of four Stormtroopers made their silently through the forest. At least they believed they were silent. To someone who had spent three years on Myrkr, knew their foreign sounds like he would know the sound of an approaching TIE fighter. As he crouched on the branch of a large tree, watched as they slowly moved beneath him. Most men would allow themselves a small smile when they knew something would be so easy. But Leo did not. Just because he knew this would be easy, did not mean he enjoyed it. He hated these men for making him kil. He only killed when he had to and they were forcing this upon him. This decision was made by men who would never hunt him themselves. They would only sent younger, better men to hunt him and die. He held more respect for the men he was about to kill, than those who captured him.

 

Sending a single crimson blast from his pistol, he watched as the first soldier dropped to his knees, smoke pouring from the hole in his chest. Before the man had fallen dead, Leo was among them, the sword on his back freed from its sheath and already arcing toward the second soldier. Throwing his right foot backwards he felt it come in contact with the breastplate of the third soldier. As he felt the blade bury itself in white armor, he felt a spurt of hot blood strike his face. Allowing his blade to continue its path, he swung it behind him, slicing through the E-11 pointed at his chest. He watched the weapon spark and brought it blade through a horizontal strike. His emerald eyes followed the flying helmet and wondered if the soldiers head still inside. Quickly turning to face the last trooper, he realized he was looking straight down the barrel of an E-11. His eyes narrowed. He knew the trooper was preparing to kill him. He knew beneath that anonymous helmet, the soldier was breathing hard, still somewhat shocked from the suddenness of the attack. Stovachi knew he would only have a fraction of a second to act before the trigger was pulled. Throwing himself to the side, and diving forward, Leo tossed his sword at the soldier, not with deadly intent, but just to distract him. Leo knew from experience that the soldier would be distracted for a single second but it was enough. Thrusting his hand forward, he gripped the barrel of the rifle and tugged forward. As he pulled the Stormie off balance, he slipped his leg between the soldiers and allowed him to fall to the ground. Throwing the E-11 into the jungle, Leo straddled the Stormie and wrapped his arms around the soldiers neck. Quickly jerking to the left, he heard a sharp snap and he knew his fight was over. Taking a look around, Leo watched as several vornskers began making their way towards the scene. He knew what they wanted, and he would allow them to have it. Lowering his head, but not his eyes, the former Jedi backed away from the scene, slowly grabbing his sword as he went. The last thing he saw before disappearing into the jungle was a vornsker tearing into the open neck of the decapitated soldier.

Boarding the small shuttle, Leonardo Stovachi sat down at the controls and tried to remember how to fly. It had been three years since had seen the inside of a shuttle, let alone been able to fly one. Deciding he would rather switch to auto-pilot, the man, finally a free man, made his way into space.

[The Chameleon]

It has been ages since the planet of Myrkr was last set foot upon. But this was a new age. It was once again required to harvest Ysalamir. Not many, but the Agency needed at least three dozen live specimens as soon as possible. Thing's have been accelerated due to a deadline, and unforeseen events. The rest of the Agent's have been put on this detail and given enough drugs and coffee to remain awake for an entire week harvest day and night. But the first day would require a set up of the camp. Two simple shuttles with enough cargo room were put into place and a perimeter was set up. Soon, Agents were out collecting Ysalamiri, and watchful for vornskrs.

 

Eight agents were on the prowl for these critters.

 

 

((I don't have an "approved fraction." But there are eight individuals harvesting, I suspect the vornskrs will take about 1/4 of the critters, so Eight agents capture 1 ysalamiri per day, per week=56. 1/4 taken out by vornskrs, thats 42. plus some that will die due to stress. so that puts me about where I need to be....I will wait till the end of the week for a calculation to be made by Mods.))

[The Chameleon]

The eight agents gathered their supplies. 42 ysalmiri wasn't bad at all.

 

They gathered up their ships, took down their motion sensors, and automated turrets. Then within minutes they were off planet.

 

(Short sweet, to the point.)

[handofthrawn]

Sorry, Robert, but not quite. I'll admit that the rules aren't concrete on this, but the implication is that since you don't have a faction, you can only harvest ysalamiri at the rate of an individual, and even then it needs to be overseen by a PC.

 

Since the rules are not yet clear on this, I'm not going to null your post entirely, but limit your rate. Your people were here for 9 days, and the vornskrs get a few, so you get 6 ysalamiri. If you want more, come get them yourself.

 

I'll see about making the rules more clear. Also, I see your OOC note about giving the mod team time to rule on your numbers, but it would have been much more helpful if you had dropped one a PM or posted in the Ruling Request thread.

[Scubby]

Like a shot from a rust gun the Everreay appeared from hyperspace above the planet Myrkr. Looking down on the world Jazce frowned. It was dangerous going down there without support or informing HQ. But it needed to be done. And quickly. Force Users were growing out of hand in the Galaxy. Committing atrocities and massacres in every other Sector. Myrkr held the key to stopping all that.

 

Even though his sensors were all but useless due to the highly metallic nature of Myrkr's flora Jazce had a relatively good idea from various reports where was the best location on planet for him to go to get what he needed. Ysalamiri.

 

Quickly taking his ship down he landed in a relatively decent sized clearing Remarking on a strange experience he had had descending ot the surface. A sudden shiver as he descended through the atmosphere. A shiver that seemed to leave him that little bit slower, the world a little less colourless and his sense's a little duller. How odd.

 

Gearing up he gathered all the equipment he would need. He'd planned ahead having HK pick up some Quartermaster supplies from HQ just before they'd left. He had all the necessary harvesting gear and also the gear he would need for his personal protection.

 

HK too had been modified slightly. His targeting, visual and audio units were changed to address any adverse affects the jungle's trees would have on his system.

 

FInally. Everything ready. Droid armed as well Jazce opened the hatch to his ship and descended the ramp. Closing the hatch behind him after setting the ships auto-laser to target anything fitting the profile of a vornskr and to send out an alert to.

 

All that being done the former Antarian Ranger turned CoreSec agent moved into the jungle. A place he'd once called home. It was definitely not the same jungle. But it still wasn't his enemy.

[Scubby]

Jazce was for the moment resting inside the Everready. After several days of collecting Ysalamiri and fighting off vornksyr, not all of which he'd come out of unscathed by the painful scars trailing his right side, he'd needed a short break and a sleep. Now thoroughly refreshed he stood back up, gathered together his now much used gear again and descended to the surface again. Securely locking the ship behind him and leaving HK to protect it and its precious already collected cargo.

 

He had more work to do.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Yes, the week is up. You get one dozen of the little critters. Treat them well.

[Scubby]

Jazce grunted as he moved up the landing ramp of the Everready. With what felt like the hundredth Ysalamiri happily sucking away on the provided nutrient frame. The CoreSec agent hadn't gotten around to acquiring any back-pack frames yet but he had a few ideas. Being the Stormtrooper he was he understood the tactical necessity of keeping one of his most vital assets protected.

 

This was just such an asset. He would work out a way to keep it in as much cover and concealment as possible without undermining its tactical value. Loading the last of, at his count a dozen Ysalamiri onto the Everready Jazce ensured the nutrient frames and other Ysalamiri care products were all safe and secured and none of his critters were likely to go rolling around on takeoff.

 

It was time he returned to the real world. Find out how CoreSec was doing in the war on the bad guys. Nodding to HK as the droid did pre-flights and worked on the nav. Waiting for the word Jazce powered up engines, shields and weapons and brought the ship onto her repulsorlifts. Before, on the word, smoothly taking her into flight, up up and away from the densely metallic jungle of Myrkr. Whereupon he reactivated comms and sensors.

 

Deciding to wade through the backlog of messages in hyperspace he sent a quick comm to HQ just before he hit the switch that made those stars extend to magical starlines...

[Gren Sairdonga]

Two ships appeared over the planet Myrkr. One an E-Wing, the other an YT-1000.

 

Both descended quickly and to the point. Taking cover in the dense, highly metallic jungle they were near undetectable with the Force to sense the life on board... Oh wait.

 

Gren, hopping out of the E-Wing commed Mia briefly,

 

"Stay with the Ships, I'll harvest the Ysalamiri myself. Watch out for Vornskyrs too."

[Gren Sairdonga]

After a week of collecting and returning Ysalamiri to the ships Gren finally returned to count and take stock of how many of the critters he had gotten alive and well.