Myrkr

[Razortooth]

Bles walks around inspecting the tree to try and identify anything that would help them know in advance of a vornsker attack. He could find none. He walks back to the camp and takes out and old book. He sits down and begins to read to pass the time.

 

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The group of five operatives have now collected three ysalimiri for Bles.

[handofthrawn]

ShadowFett begins to relax, realizing that he had already been here five-sevenths of the time necessary. He may get lucky enough to escape the planet unscathed, without another Vornskr attack. If he was lucky.

 

Nonetheless, he relaxed visibly, if not mentally. He stood straight with his feet together. He back was bent back ever so slightly. He grabbed his right forearm in his left had by the gauntlet, and rested the two comftorably with his left had at his belt. Many had seen Boba Fett in the same positions, even in the most dangerous of situations. He couls move very quickly if needed. In his right hand he still carried his rail detenator.

 

The operatives he had continued to work with speed and efficiency, the ones not in the trees harvesting were in defensive positions surrounding the clearing and Fett. Fett would have liked to be the first one into battle and in the most danger, but the operatives wouldn't let the Mandalorian outside of their "web".

 

But ShadowFett scaned the area continuously, watching for any signs of fast-moving predators.

 

EDIT June 2nd:

 

ShadowFett continues to stand at a relaxed-looking stance, and the operatives continue to work quickly. Fett knew he could leave soon. He looked forwards to leacing this rock almost as much as he looked forwards to hsi next fight.

 

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to be attacked again. But nonetheless he would leave as planned, with enough Ysalamiri for each Black Sun hunter to be able to have two apeice.

 

"Then we will be ready for when the Sith decide to turn on us," he thought.

 

EDIT June 3rd:

 

ShadowFett stated, "It's time to go." The Operatives come down from the trees with more Ysalamiri. Fett loads them onto their respective nutrient frames and then into the cargo bay of his ship.

 

"Bles, we're leaving. We have the neccessary Ysalamiri to keep Black Sun well protected and Force-Immune for quite some time."

 

And so the Night of Vengence finally left the planet and entered orbit. After a short pause it jumped into hyperspace, heading for Coruscant.

 

OCC: How do we know how many Ysalamiri we got?

[Tarrian Skywalker]

HandofThrawn, you have harvested 7 Ysalimiri. You were here one full week, and a day (8days), and were attacked once. The vornskyr got a meal of one ysalimiri.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Razortooth, sorry you won't be happy. but you don't get extra for just sitting there. you have only posted 3 times during your stay here, and HoT post a total of 7 times, including the three times that he edited extra days in to his last post.

 

And since you came together, it is assumed you would leave together. Just cause you have been on the planet sitting doing nothing, means nothing. you could have posted after to show that you were there.

 

In regards to your posts here, and the fact that one of the three is a post about sitting, and the vornskyr ate...

 

You have a total of 6 Ysalimiri.

[Orrick]

(sorry, my friend forgot to log off his name so I accidently posted under his name, this is really Razortooth)

 

Bles picks up his weapons and walks backto his ship. The five members who had gathred six ysalimiri for him walked the hoverpallet backto his ship and he takes off for Coruscant.

[Darth Searcy]

A red and Blue Firespray comes down from hyperspace. It engines roaring as if they had a life of their own. The pilot could already feel his connection to the Force slipping away. He could already begin to feel the emptiness. He had lived with the force for so long now, he almost felt like a child again. A very dangerous child. A child with the strength, agility, and natural instinct of a predator.

 

But he did not come here for Force training; he came for another reason. A more important reason. To train without the Force. He pilots the ship down to the surface with no trouble at all. But once he landed, that was when the trouble would start. That was when the fierce protectors of this planet would assault him and try to make him their dinner. But they would be his dinner.

 

The landing ramp lowers and a figure clad in black walks down. His trenchcoat billowing out behind him in the wind, making him seem like the devil had found its way to this forgotten place. Michael begins his walk through the ancient city looking at the crumbling buildings, falling apart and smashing upon the dusty ground.

 

The dark warrior heaves his blaster rifle into his hands. Michael points the blaster rifle into every window, doors, and hole he sees. He knew that at any moment, something could leap out and rip his throat from his body. He knew that at any moment something could kill him. But instead, he would kill it. He would revel in its death. Its death would make him more powerful. The predator walks through the dusty streets, hoping to find a worthy adversary here on this dead planet. He longed for one. One he could fight for eternity. But one did not exist. One was either better than he was, or weaker. But he would always search. And he continued his search.

[Vornskr[s]]

A hunting pack of Vornskrs stalked through the surrounding forests, looking for their next meal. Their senses on alert for movement, sound, and the force.

 

They moved through the dense foliage of the forest, towards where the trees thinned, and gave way to the clearing in which a city used to be. The had heard a large, hulking metal beast go to ground nearby, the shriek of it's engines calling them with the prospect of prey.

 

They saw a dark thing exit the ship, but more than that, they felt him through the force, though he would not be able to feel them. Their jaws clacked as they began growling, psyching themselves up for the attack, this would be a challenge.

 

Their adrenaline fuels muscled coiled as a pack of a dozen of the viscious beasts leaped from their hiding spot, driving towards the lone figure.

 

Two of them were cut down in a hail of red fire bolts, but the rest got though, the alpha male leaping forward to tackle the being, trying to latch onto the arm which produced the deadly phenomena which had killed two of his packmates.

[Darth Searcy]

All of Michael's senses flashed with pain as the fangs found a bit of clothe instead of armor. He tried with all his strength to throw the beast off his arm but it stayed right where it was. Every time he tried to move his arm, pain shot through straight into his brain. Death rolls to the side trying to crush the beast with his own weight but finding that only opened himself to attack by the others. He then remembers the weapons he installed on his armor. His fingers find the necessary button and the shield flashes into existence startling the creature.

 

Michael stands to his feet, and presses the other button bringing forth a sword with which to fight these beasts. He wished he had the power of his rifle in his hand but that was not possible as it was on the other side of 10 beasts of evil.

 

The sun glints off his black armor as time stands still for man and beast. The demon's eyes and the alpha males' eyes locked through the armor and they both charged. Man vs. Nature.

 

Michael's sword waves through the air as he suddenly ducks down as the Vornsker leaps into the air. Michael heaves up and the sword plunges through the beast, but only to be snapped in half, due to the momentum of the beast. The creature lands dripping blood onto the ground. The other Vornskers watch as their leader drops to the ground dead.

 

Michael watches the many legs race toward him. He thinks to fire his wrist guard when he remembers he never attached a weapon to it. All he had on him was a slugthrower pistol, and a hold out dart shooter. Michael ditches his trenchcoat and takes off down an alley.

 

Michael reaches a dead-end and is cornered by two Vornskers. His eyes lock on their foreleg muscles to watch them spring. He slowly reaches for his slugthrower when they move. They move as if in slow motion. Michael's hand grabs two shots from the case and loads them into the gun. He pulls it up into the air in time to have his arm grabbed by a sharp pair of fangs. He grabs the muzzle of the dog of hell and tries to pry it open. No such luck. It had an iron grip on the dark warriors' arm. Michael then does something painful to him and deadly to the vornsker. He wrenches his arm to the side shredding skin and slicing through armor. He turns the arm enough that the guns barrel is pointed at the other creature. He fires off a shot, dropping one, and deafening the other. The creature turns tail and runs back to find its hunting pack.

 

Michael loads the gun with five more shots and heads back to where hew as first attacked. He runs over and grabs his trench coat. He tears off a piece and wraps it around his arm to stop the blood from flowing out of him. He picks up his blaster rifle and walks into an old building. He sets himself up so he can watch the only way into his room. He needed time to rethink what was going on.

 

His emerald eyes were even greener with hatred. But no one or thing could see them because of the black visor. The same color black that was in his soul.

[Vornskr[s]]

The door of Searcy's current habitat quivers and shakes, the portal being slammed from the outside. The angy growl of the remaining Vornskyrs, no longer afraid of the noice produced by the mans weapon, merely hungry for blood, was heard over the pounding and scratching at the door.

 

Their long, sharp claws dug into the door, weakened from years of neglect, shredding the paint and digging deep into the material of the door. They wouldn't give up until they reached him, until they had fed. The door creaked and groaned under the pressure of half a dozen Vornskyrs, the other survivors remaining back, waiting to attack, savouring the moment before battle.

 

Soon.

[Darth Searcy]

Emerald eyes watch as the door is slammed by Vornskers. He could hear their growling at not being able to just slam through and tear his carcass to shreds. Their teeth and claws gnawing and scratching through the door. Each causing long gashes in the side. The door would not stand much longer. Michael knew once the door was down, he would have no chance of stopping them. This house did not even have a second story. He would have nowhere to run. He needed to get back outside where he could move and fight. Ideas drift in and out of his head, as the thumping on the door continues. Suddenly a plan materialzes in his head. The warrior in black begins to execute the plan.

 

Death pulls the large rifle into his shoulder, feeling the power of the gun. He takes careful aim through the edge of the flame-thrower on top. He stares with both eyes at the door until a crack is made and Michael employs his plan. A blue bolt of plasma rips through the crack and burns a crispy hole through the chest ofa vornsker. The other enraged by this act, tear at the door even more. Michael hears the body hit fall to the ground as cracks appear all over the door. He stands by a large window and puts the barrel of the rifle a mere two inches away from the door. The door shatters into splinter and chips as vornskers fly through the door. As they do, they each feel an extreme amount of heat, as Michael had activated the flame-thrower on the end of his rifle. Michael takes a dive out the window and rolls on his stomach to see inside the house. All but one vornsker made it through the torching inferno alive. The other was in a smoldering ruin on the wooden floor. 6 left. They turn out and slowly trot out the door snarling and growling at the warrior who had decimated their pack.

 

Michael fires a blue blast from his rifle but it is dodged by the vornsker. It leaps to the side and pounces onto his back, seeing as he was on his stomach. Michael felt the claws sink into his back

And tear his flesh from his bone. He pulls out his dart shooter and reaches around behind him. He points the gun into the fur of the creature and pulls the trigger. The dart easily penetrates and begins to extract its poison. Michael only hopes he's not to late as the creature starts to gnaw on his already weak arm. Suddenly the poison takes' effect and creature slumps dead on his body, his arm still in its mouth. Michael jerks his arm out of the creatures' mouth and takes out its claws from his back. He grimaces but keeps his eyes on the remaining five vornskers. As he stands blood runs down his armor and begins top stain the ground at his feet. The ex-Sith Lord could feel the blood as it ran down his back and armor. He knew he would need some bacta patches when he returned to his ship. He grabs his blaster rifles barrel and un-hooks his lightsaber of bone and skin. This was something they could smell and think was something to eat. He ignotes the crimson blade and stands in front of the five vornskers. He knew they would try to surround him to easily kill him. His emerald eyes hidden behind the mask, stare into one of the creatures who seemed to be directing the others. He waits for its signal. But he was watching the wrong one.

 

To his left, a creature pulls its claw back to let the others know to attack. The newly elected leader pounces forward catching Michael off guard. Had the Sith been able to use the Force, he would have easily cut it down. But being on Myrkr, made it much more difficult. He sees the movement out of the corner of his eye and jerks around. He drops to the ground and swings his lightsaber into the air. He hears an earsplitting shriek and knows his cut had found its mark. He had separated the leg and claw form the rest of the body. He stands up and smiles behind his helmet. He had just enough time before another vornsker bites his leg and drags him to the ground. Dust enters from beneath his helmet as he hits the ground. He spins over and sees the creature gnawing on his foot. He rears back and kicks the creature on top of his head. The creature snarls but keeps it death lock on his foot.

[Vornskr[s]]

The Vornskyr holding Searcy's foot let go. But just when Michael thought that this animal was showing some form of mercy, it pounced onto him again, standing on his downed torso.

 

The other remaining Vornskyrs growled, their jaws snapping almost as though they were trying to encourage the attacking animal. It's front feet on Searcy's chest, the animal ducks it's head low, the animal sinking it's teeth into the man's armour, its jaws clenching, hoping to crack the strange dark carapace so it could feast on the flesh within.

[Darth Searcy]

Michael can hear the teeth of the vornskr trying to cut their way through his armor. He knew if those teeth got past the actual armor. He would be dead within minutes. He needed to think of a plan fast. But anger kept clouding his judgement. He wanted to reach into the Force and totally shatter every bone in the beasts' body. But he could not.

 

The Sith reaches up with his hands and grabs the monsters forelegs. He then extends his arms with all his strength completely shattering the joints holding the arms steady. He hears it as the bone shatter into a million little splinters.Then Michael reaches up and snaps the neck allowing the body to fall on top of him. He picks up the body and throws it off to the side. The other vornskr looked confused. How had this dark warrior beaten their strongest leaders? But they pounced anyway. Michael ducks and grabs his saber. He ignites the crimson blade and swings up. He cuts the tail off one, making it more docile, and cuts the back leg off another. That left only two angry vornskrs. The one without a tail had slunk off in to the woods. Michael picks up his blaster rifle and aims it at the larger of the two beasts. It leaps forward and the Bounty hunter puts a blue bolt of plasma right in its face. He them throws down both saber and rifle and faces the smaller one. He would out wrestle this one.

 

Michael knew the beast was faster and had more weapons on its body than he did. He knew there was a good chance he would die from this stupid decision but he needed practice. His eyes lock onto the vornskrs. He sees them flicker as it pounces. He falls back as the creature hits him and pushes up with his legs flipping the cat over him. It lands on its four legs and charges at him. Michael spins to the side and sweeps his leg out and trips the back leg. It falls to one side and Michael presses the advantage. The vornsker was used to fighting on four legs, while Michael had taken away one it was unbalanced. He leaps onto its back and wraps his hands around its neck slowly choking the life out the large animal.

 

He picks up his weapons and holsters his blasters. He ignites his saber and cuts the tails off each vornsker and ties them on his belt. He would use them to help him as well as hurt his enemies. He walks back to his ship ands finds the live vornsker asleep on the walkway of his ship. He smiles. He would train this beast into his own animal. He puts binders and a muzzle on it while its asleep and then drags it into the ship. He throws it in a prisoner cell and hangs the tails outside of it. He heads to Coruscant to get some help with his new lifestyle.

[Kuroni Spartan Masters]

The stars around Myrkr twinkled with beauty and grace. Without those stars, the planet would never see either. The planet was a wasteland that happened to have grown some trees. It had one city, that had been deserted for years. None lived long on this planet, none except the vicious creatures on the surface, the vornskers. They attacked anything they saw.

 

But there was much to be gained form this planet. If only one could live long enough to collect it. The smaller species that were hunted by the vornskers, the ysalmiri. they seemed to have a unique attribute that made them so popular to those enemies of the Jedi or Sith. They seemed to keep the Force at bay. Something in their blood created a bubble of Forceless area. If harvested properly, and kept alive, they could even repel Force attacks.

 

But the ysalimiri were not the reasons Kuroni Spartan Masters had come here. Neither was the joy of the hunt of the vornskers. He had come here purely by accident. He had only wanted to get off the rock he had forever called home. And he would land here to rest and be on his way again. He watches as the planet spun in orbit, waiting for the next victim to come down and try to steal her livestock. But Kuroni had no interest in collecting the miraculous ysalimiri. He only wanted rest and relaxation before continuing to find employment.

 

The engines spurt fire as the ship slowly maneuver its way down through the atmosphere. Spartan could feel the metal of the ship heating up as he took it down on a gradual course through the atmosphere. The stolen T-120 C-Wing was holding up remarkably well through the atmospheric pressure. Masters regretted having to steal this ship from its owner, who had probably worked hard to buy it. But Spartan had earned the right to steal it. He had survived the harshness of the Tattooine desert with only one arm and a vibro katana. If anyone deserved this ship, it was him. And the protegee needed to find his way off the rock. And he had always relied on himself, and would always rely on himself.

 

He turns the controls toward a small city he spotted. He knew there was noone in the city, seeing as how the thermal imaging he was picking up was nowhere near human. But he had to risk it, he needed some rest. He had been flying through hyperspace for three days, always having to stay awake in case he came out somewhere in the middle of a warzone.

 

Spartan brought his ship to a slow stop in the middle of the street. He maneuvered the ship down some streets until he found a home he could rest in. He stops the C-Wing after putting down the landing gear. Masters closed the hatch as he stepped out and looked at the home. He put his hand on one of his Blastech DH-17 Blaster pistol and unsnapped the strap. He could easily draw the weapon in an emergency. The Bounty Hunter walked into the home and walked up a flight of stairs.

 

Upon reaching the second floor, he was met with a horrific sight. The bones of a human lay chewed to pieces. He walked over and prayed to whatever god they believed in, for them to rest in piece, instead of pieces like they were in at the moment.

 

He carefully moves the bones off the bed and unsheathes his vibroblade. He slides the blade underneath the mattress so only the hilt and blade guard were showing. Kuroni closes his eyes and falls asleep, but listening for any signs of attack.

 

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The world of Myrkr slowly spins, oblivious to the sleeping hunter. The world did not care whether he lived or died. It only cared about staying, keeping on spinning. But the creatures on Myrkr, felt otherwise.

 

The animals in the sky flew overhead, thinking they had found an easy meal in the young man sleeping in a rotting house. They circled overhead and began to slowly lower their altitude, bringing themselves closer and closer to a free meal. The small insects had found a warm place to rest underneath and beside the sleeping hunter. They sucked on his blood and getting a meal while hoping that the man did not wake up and swat them.

 

The monsters in the forest had decided they had let the man stay alive long enough. 4 vornskers had slinked their way from the shadows of the forest to the deserted city, already deciding who would be the one to kill the man.

 

Kuroni's eyes snapped open as he heard creatures crawling up the stairs, squaking overheard, and buzzing beside him. His hand flew to the carved hilt and drew the silvery blade, cutting through the air. The blade sings its beautiful song of thrumming as the hilt guard is rotated, activating the vibration cell. The blade begins vibrating a thousand times per second. Spartan swats the bigs away and stands to his feet. His ears hear a creak as a vornsker finishes climbing the stairs and appears in the doorway. The grey wolf-like creature snarls as the vibroblade stands between it and its meal.

 

Masters keeps his eyes locked with the vornskers as it circles the room. He keeps the vibrating blade between them and waits for it to pounce. Suddenly the monsters leg muscles tense, giving away its strike seconds before it did. Kuroni ducks down and brings the blade horizontal to the floor, with the blades sharp edge diagonal.

 

The blade slices through the chest of the vornsker, separating it from the rest of its body. It falls to the floor dead with blood spilling out onto the floor, spreading to the corners of the room. The other three vornskers appeared at the top of the stairs. They took a look at their fallen leader and begin snarling with anger.

 

They pounced and Kuroni began to move quickly, killing efficiently. He swings his sword up cutting a gash into a vornsker before turning it around and slicing the tail off another. Both dropped to the ground, but each landed differently. The first feel to its knees from a gash in its front leg, while the other merely landed on its legs, before turning and leaping again.

 

Kuroni quickly unholsters a single blaster pistol and fires a bolt into the brain stem of the vornsker, dropping it dead on the ground. The only healthy remaining vornsker leaps onto Masters back and begins scratching. Kuroni drops his weapons and reaches behind himself to grab the furry beast. His mechanical arm grabs the scruff of its neck and hurls it through a wall. The monstrous cat falls two stories and lands on the street below, cracking its spine.

 

Spartans terrifying gaze turns to the writhing vornsker, swimming in the pool of blood, still oozing out of stump of of the sliced and diced vornsker. His blade carves out his name in the pool of blood before putting the vibrating sword through the heart of the remaining vornsker, putting a damper on the spark of life.

 

The bloodied yet awakened warrior walks out of the dripping, bleeding house. He walks into the street and to the C-Wing in the street. He sees three salamander creatures on the ground near the fighter. He recognizes them as ysalimiri and grabs a special nutrient frame backpack and loads a ysalimiri into it.. He loads the other two into nutrient frames and puts one in the front and one in the cargo bay, successfully keeping the Force from messing with the fighter.

 

He powers up the engines and soon is repulsing above the ground. He pushes forward on the throttle and soon the C-Wing is blasting through the trees and through the atmosphere. Kuroni punches in the hyperspace coordinates 0,0,0, and is soon on his way.

[Piccolo]

The Howling Runner burst out of hyperspace descending onto the planets surface. Piccolo walked into the holding cell. He strapped Searcy's unconscious form to the bed, and locked the cell door. Piccolo spoke to the R2 unit.

 

"Comm me if he escapes. Without the Force, he should not be able to get through my specialty cords. If he struggles too much, they'll cut into his skin. But I want him alive. If he starts hurting himself too badly put him to sleep."

 

With Searcy's injuries, Piccolo doubted he would even wake up though. The bounty hunter exited his ship. A quick combo on his wristlink sent the Howling Runner back into the space above Myrkr, its defenses fully armed. Meanwhile, Piccolo crept through the jungle, rifle in hand. His target was not ysalamiri this day, but the den of the vornskyr. Vornskyr were loyal if you trained them from a young age. But few even attempted to capture them, vornskyr fiercely guarded their young. Piccolo felt no fear. Even in large numbers, they were no match for him. He was a better hunter than anything, including an animal.

 

The foliage was thick and the air hot. But Piccolo was light on his feet and his armor and helmet kept the temperature even within his suit. Piccolo blinked his eyes, sending his vision to infrared. He caught the sent of a pack of vornskyr quickly, and began to follow

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

The Silk Road swoops in low over Myrkr. Kheldar lands the ship in a wide clearing used for the landing of his cargo ships used in the valuable harvests of ysalmari.

 

"Cyrion," Kheldar orders lazily from his seat on the bridge of his ship, opening a broad band comm receptor that allowed him to receive and send comms without being traced. "Check in with the foreman and see if the sonic fields and other defenses need fine tuning. I want those golans set to protect our area and our battle droids in working order."

 

As his protocol droid gets to work, Kheldar spends the next hour absorbing the information relayed to him from business and governmental contacts across the galaxy. Graft and corruption, black market dealings, the inner trading and fixing of prices came to him, as well as the latest news and political developments from most of the known and even unknown galaxy. Sitting back in his chair like a king (he still never really did get used to his monarchical title), Kheldar's brown eyes scan rapidly, his fine tuned Corellian mind processing and analyzing the data. Orders are sent out to capitalize on some of the information, but others seek the collection of more raw data.

 

"Everything in working order, sir," comms the buzz of the foreman at work on the KVC Enterprises annex of Myrkr. "The sonic fields are keeping the native wildlife at bay and our defenses are keeping rustlers away."

 

"Excellent job, foreman," Kheldar congratulates. His nose twitches speculatively. "What's our current status for holdings here on Myrkr proper?"

 

"We've never had even a hiccup in collection. Most have been shipped off to the Empire and Hutts per our contract with them, but the rest are on warehouses across the galaxy. Current Myrkr status reads 24 ysalmari. Our grand total in the galaxy at wide is well into triple figures now, assuming steady collection since your factor incepted the program almost a year and a half ago. Currently we have detected Piccolo of Black Sun on this planet, where he appears to be hunting vorkskrs."

 

"Load them all onto my ship," Kheldar orders. "I need to revamp the SR anyways. Creating an anti force bubble around the whole thing might be useful in the future. I'll rig a special feeding tube and nutrient grid system into the interior structure so they can stay concealed. As for Piccolo, leave him be. He's a professional enough to leave us alone and he's given me an idea."

 

"Very well, sir."

 

Kheldar supervises the uploading onto his ship, then gives the foreman some very explicit directions.

 

"Selonia's been having a problem with rogue Sith recently. Capture as many vornskrs as you can- with their tails intact. I want them by the scores. Drug them up and load them onto an unmarked cargo ship- one of the ones we use for 'side business'. Have them dumped onto the Selonian landscape and notify the proper people about this plan of action so no natives get killed. The next time the Sith land on that planet I want those bloody ****s torn to shreds. Clear?"

 

"Crystal," answers the foreman bleakly, being a native Corellian as well and having friends on that planet. He is also nervous about KVC's cold blooded nature in this affair.

 

"If you need me, I'll be at The Club House here, working on repairs for the Silk Road."

 

The ship takes off and heads deep into the mountains, away from ysalmari harvests and the vornskrs of the forest.

 

*****

 

Deep in the mountains Kheldar approaches a solid looking peak, barreling around narrow passes like a madman in a way even a Jedi master would blanch at. Pressing a button on the side of his chair, he steers the ship right into a mountain. The massive rockface opens up, swalllowing his ship whole. The concealed hangar is soon hidden again as the rockface seals itself, looking as flawless as something done by the legendary beings known as dwarves.

 

Kheldar steps out of the hangar into a cool, dimly lit hangar. Two vorkskrs await him. Kheldar calmly appraoches, noting they are both chained up on a leash, and missing their tails.

 

"Hello Garath, Edra," Kheldar murmurs, approaching the pair and scratching behind their ears. "Have you been well taken care of?" The male, Garath responds by jumping up and licking Kheldar's face. "Down boy!" he admonishes and steps further into the hidden base.

 

One of the central nexuses of Kheldar's network, The Club House was modified from an old smugglers base on the planet, given by its former owner over to KVC for joint use- also reflected in the name of the place. Since then its former owner rarely popped in and Kheldar had free reign. Security was hidiously tight- with ysalmari and strict robotic guards of KVC's custom make all over the place- all programed and designed by the brilliant and sometimes mad Corellian smuggler, engineer, and entrapenuer. He made his way to the heart of the complex with eager anticipation, subconsciously wary of the traps and pitfalls he left behind. Woe to he who entered without his permission.

 

Kheldar took a seat on a large throne like chair, surveying his kingdom. Maps and screens dotted the walls in the way some people hang bannars and emblems. The KVC Enterpsies logo sat on the wall above the chair, but the tools of business covered the rest of the area. The floor, fitting for a royal red carpet instead carried a large, 3D map of the galaxy, projected below the special glassteel floor. Records from KVC Enterprises, legitimate and less than legitimate, and their secret and varried subsidy corporations and companies all in one room.

 

One thing the Corellian learned at an early age was that while wealth- money, commodities, equity, and goods kept score in the great game, true power, undefinable, but finite, was held with information. Even more than gold and gloss, the room reflected it. The only key to the impossible encryption that protected this wealth lay soley in Kheldar's hands- a small ordinary tool that tapped into this and other databases like it.

 

Contemplating this, Kheldar sets out to work on modifying his initial plans to aid the rebellion and restore some sense of equity to the galaxy. Droid production there, economic flexing there, and a bit of discontent with workers at X, Y, an Z, while pushing for certain freedoms at A, B, and C. All speculative, but worth considering.

 

That done, he heads down to the kitchen, the lights fading behind him. The room was now dim and lifeless, the information and treasure it held gone. The key to activating the computer system and its special content, KVC's own prime radiant, lay concealed on Kheldar's person, containing the 1s for all the 0s. No one else could imagine the spectacle that was there just a few moments ago. Not even the friend who set him up in this base knew of its existance. Only a few other locations like that existed- Including hidden deep in Kheldar's Corellia manorhouse, on his planet of Kheldaria, uncharted in the unknown regions, and other locales known only to him and the one person he never keeps secrets from. Efforts to tamper with them or break in would destroy the databases, so Kheldar felt secure about this.

 

As he reaches the kitchen, his thirst gets to him and he decides to foreswear his prohibition on drinking. Opening the fridge, he finds it empty, with a note inside.

 

Kheldar,

 

Sorry, I took the last beers. I'll pay you back some other time. Say hello to Ame and the kids for me!

 

-Talon K.

 

Sighing, Kheldar ruefully admitted that situations like this was part of the problem with having partners on any venture.

 

Fed, he later gets to work on the Silk Road, looking to find a way to work in the ysalmari and feed them through a centralized nutrient grid dispensing system, running parallel to the electrical systems.

 

"Positive to the green wire... negative to the r- FIRE!!!!" Kheldar darts up, running around as sparks shoot out and light his hair afire. Stopping, dropping, and rolling, Kheldar extinguishes the flames. "Okay! Red to positive! Green to negative!"

 

The work progresses smoothly until he tests his internal laser defense systems.

 

"AAAAHH!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" he screams, clutching, himself. "It burns! IT ****ING **** **** ****ING BURNS!" The special pain he received from the misfire is soon gone and he is intact and capable of pleasing Ame again, and possibly having more kids if he so desired.

 

"KAS!!!!!" He yells later. "You were supposed to help me clean that!" Work is interupted yet again, when he examines the food storage locker and a black blob appears, trying to attack him- the result of his sister-in-law not helping him clean the fridge.

 

The last crisis averted by feeding the blob to Edra the Vornskr, the modifications to the already very formidable Silk Road is complete. Leaving the The Club House, the wily Merchant Monarch takes off into hyperspace, fortified for his upcoming trials. Sending out a couple comms, including one to his sister-in-law chewing her out, he vanishes into hyperspace.

[Piccolo]

OOC: I'm assuming I don't have to wait for the Vornskyr to post since I'm not after ysalamiri. If I'm wrong, I can edit this.

 

IC: Piccolo crept through the jungle, it took him some time to finally catch up to the pack he was following. He caught their heat signatures through the trees. Switching to normal vision, he climbed a nearby tree. The pack was feeding on some sort of carcass, probably a ysalamiri. The fed for about an hour, and then moved off. Piccolo waited a few minutes before following. By nightfall, he had tracked them to their den. Piccolo watched as the younger vornskyr were brought from the den. He gribbed a handful of pellets in his hand.

 

Let's hope there aren't too many still in the den.

 

He threw the pellets in their midst, a bluish gas hissing into the air around them. They had little time to panic before the gas rendered them all unconscious. Piccolo gripped his rifle and walked over their sleeping forms. He gathered three of the young vornskyr somewhere in between juvenile and infant. Suddenly he heard growling from within the den. Three vornskyr leaped out at him. Piccolo had no desire to fight them, he had retrieved what he'd come for. The hunter thumbed the switch on his blaster pack, launching himself into the air. A wayward branch smacked his head as he flew. Piccolo landed several yards away, and called for the Howling Runner. Soon he was on his way to Coruscant.

[Darth Searcy]

ooc: I am here for vornskers as well

 

Above the mysterious planet of Myrkr a frieghter emerges. It pilot pushed the engines to maximum burn and pushes past the planets atmosphere. It blows through the open air and lands in a small clearing in the forest.

 

Its pilot steps from the craft and onto the soil of the strange planet. He himself was a mystery. A mutant thanks to the Black Sun mutation serum. A serum that now flowed through his veins and tongue spike. His tail was arched over his back ready to strike at anything that threatened Michael.

 

He marched through the firest with a blaster rifle set for stun. He sees a small group of vornskers running through the woods. He sets off at a gallop and runs along side the hunters. He could see their ears perk up at hearing him running. One turns and leaps at him. He swings his tail and slices off its tail before blasting it with a stun blast. It drops tothe ground unconscious. The ex-Sith turns to it and straps it to his back with an unbreakable cord.

 

He then begins chasing after the other four. He only needed one more. He leaps over a dead log and into the middle of the group. They leap on him and he begin to fight off the creatures. The Black Sun agent swings his tail and slices a gash into ones head. It falls dead to the ground as the rest try to run away. But Michael stuns one and grabs its neck. He carries both vornskers back to his ship and puts them in a cage designed to hold the most brutal of creatyres: Trandoshans. He leans down and bites their necks, injecting toxins and the mutation fluid into their bloodstreams. They would begin mutating before they reached the Black Sun Citadel.

 

He pushes the throttle forward and blasts off into hyperspace.

[Barga]

*A single SEED warship drops out of hyperspace above Myrkyr, and instantly begins deploying dropships. Three emerge from the belly of the mothership and make the journey down to the surface of the planet, two of them meeting in the same spot once planetfall is achieved. Working swiftly and efficiently, the Shock Troopers establish an encampment complete with portable sentry guns and electrical cordons around the camp. The specialist staff brought along to remove the sessile ysalimiri without injuring them set to work, and the Shock Troopers guard and patrol vigilantly, ready to repel an attack by the native vornskyrs.

 

*The third ship contains troops outfitted for hunting vornskyrs. The squadron jumps free of the ship as soon as it touches down and assume a combat formation, fanning out through the trees and seeking the vicious creatures to tranquilize and domesticate them back onboard.*

[Goodwood]

OOC: Ben'a is here to "learn" from the environment on this world, meaning someone will have to RP the vornskyrs.

 

Worlds bathed in light flow with the living Force, no matter what may dwell there...

 

In the canopy of stars above the world of Myrkr, the Millennium Skyray winks into existance, folding back into realspace in an instant. Finally, Ben'a Solo had reached his destination. The Jedi Knight brings his craft down through the atmosphere, to land gracefully in a forest clearing near a range of cavern-filled mountains. At this point on the planet, nightfall is coming, and Ben'a welcomes it as he exits the starship.

 

At once, the sounds and smells of the flora and fauna greet him; as he had felt on any previous occasion when he landed on a jungle world, a distinct sense of peace and tranquility entered his mind. The presence of so much life energized Ben'a, but he soon remembered what he had come here for. With a warble, he summoned his astromech droid, who was tugging along a repulsorsled stacked with his recent weapon purchases in addition to a good quantity of survival supplies. Ayevit brought his burden down the ship's loading ramp, and followed the Jedi as he struck out into the forest, hunting for ysalimiri to train with.

 

The reason Ben'a was here was twofold: to train himself in the non-Force martial arts, and to find a distinct feature that would enable him to track and find a ysalmiri without being able to use the Force. And being half-Twi'lek gave him an edge in this area; like in his vision, he had to learn what the lizard-creatures smelled like...

[Barga]

OOC: It's been a week now, so I assume my harvest was successful. Plus, fancy landing a Jedi on a planet devoid of the Force and with a SEED force there. Sorry, but this is too good to pass up...

 

IC: 'Sir, a small craft just dropped out of hyperspace and descended to the surface.'

 

*The SEED Captain in charge of the expedition strolls over to the navscreen, frowning.*

 

'The transponder shows him as a Rebel affiliate... a Jedi! What the hell is a Jedi doing landing on Myrkyr?'

 

*The Captain turns away.*

 

'No matter. The Governor will be most pleased at the capture of a Jedi. Our forces have finished gathering Ysalimiri, so they can relocate to his current position. Order them to capture him alive. Without the Force, he'll be like a lost babe in the woods.'

 

*SEED troops load their haul onto a dropship heading for the transport above the planet, and clamber into the remaining dropships, headed for Ben'a's craft. Within minutes the dropships arrive and troops rappel from the hovering shuttles, dropping around the Jedi craft and securing the immediate area with efficiency.*

 

'The Jedi is not at his craft, sir. I assume he's moved into the surrounding woods.'

 

'Find him and take him into custody.'

 

'Sir.'

 

*The troops move out and begin a detailed search for the Jedi, using thermal and night vision. It is only a matter of time before they find him. Above, the transport jams transmissions to prevent the Jedi from alerting his colleagues.*

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Seed has 12 Ysalimiri and three vornskrs.

[Goodwood]

((placeholder post--we're doing a three-post "duel"))

Edited October 21, 2004 by Guest

[Jidai Geki]

[Edited- resolved via pm]

[Goodwood]

((Okay, here we go...))

 

Ben'a had not payed attention to the ships in orbit above Myrkr; a mistake that would cost him if he didn't do something about his situation. It was his dumb luck that SEED had happened to be here, doing their own harvesting, and now they were not hesitating to bring their troops in to capture the Jedi in their midst.

 

Ayevit was squaking with alarm as his sensors picked up two dropships approaching; though the trees were interfereing heavily with his scanners, both the droid and Ben'a were able to hear them flying overhead. He could only surmise that they were surrounding his ship, thinking that he was still there, but they didn't know that he had several aces up his sleeve. With a swift motion of his hand, Ben'a ordered Ayevit to let go of the repulsorsled for a moment.

 

"Help me wire this thing up..." he said, keeping his voice low.

 

Careful not to attract attention in the face of the troops that were sure to be out looking for them, Ben'a and Ayevit set to work planning several booby traps to slow down anyone trying to catch up to him on foot. The container of knockout gas he had with him was hooked up to one of the frag grenades; the lot was hidden in a fallen, rotted log and a trigger of very fine thread from Ben'a's own robes was fashioned so that anyone pulling or breaking the thread would trigger the knockout bomb.

 

Once that was done, Ben'a grabbed up the two vibroswords and the blaster rifle, and Ayevit once again pulled the repulsorsled behind him. The first trap was set, but he had more to throw at any more SEEDs that tried to advance on him before he could get clear of the forest.

[Jidai Geki]

('Duel' post two) (Posting for SEED- sorry, wrong alias)

 

*With their vision set to thermal, the four troops that stumbled across the Jedi's trap never had a chance. The frag grenade shreds them, but the noise generated alerts the rest of the troops in the area and the dropships patrolling above.

 

One of the dropships near the area sees the explosion and swoops in. Its sensors useless, the troops on the side guns fire again and again into the forest surrounding the booby-trap whilst other ground troops proceed to the area, this time with more caution than their colleagues.

 

Up in the bulk transport above the planet weapons are readied in case the Jedi manages to get back to his ship.*

[Goodwood]

As Ben'a and Ayevit continue to retreat towards the edge of the forest, an explosion is heard in the distance; his trap was successful! But not only had the exploding grenade taken out the hapless troopers, but it also released the knockout gas, which began to rise up in a cloud about three to six feet off of the ground. As the gas escaped, a fortuitous gust of wind dispersed the stuff towards the other advancing SEED troops.

 

But Ben'a and Ayevit weren't out of the woods yet. After quietly putting some more distance between them and the enemy troops, the two come across a small pond. The water isn't very deep; just enough to cover Ayevit at its deepest. Ben'a tells the droid to stay put, if the SEEDs are using thermal imagers, they won't be able to spot the metal droid underwater. Ben'a follows him, ducking under the water as well, so that he can send out a signal via his cybernetic implant to the Millennium Skyray. Once that is done, he gets out of the water and goes back to the repulsorsled, dragging it across the water as quietly as he can. Stopping on the other side, he wires his other grenade with two flares from his survival equipment, then sets the explosive bundle underneath the rest of the equipment, but it was visible if you knew where to look.

 

****

 

In the clearing where he had originally landed her, the Millennium Skyray powers up her engines and begins to climb away from the surface of Myrkr, heading in the direction of her pilot. Once airborne, her shields are put up by remote, though it is impossible to control her weapons in this fashion. In a matter of moments, she is out of range of hand-held weapons.

[Barga]

('Duel' post #2)

 

*Immediately, the Jedi's ship is detected by two SEED dropships circling the area. They break off in pursuit, the various heavy laser guns on the dropships firing upon the ship. The shields begin to flicker, sustaining heavy damage.*

 

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*On the surface the troops ignore the soporific gas, their helmet filters protecting them from the harmful effects. They continue on and come to a small pond, where they see the Jedi finishing another booby trap.*

 

'We have a visual on the target. Take him down.'

 

*The SEED troops neither see the droid. nor are they aware that the Jedi has one. They open fire with non-lethal rubber bullets, design to bruise and concuss but not to kill. The bullets bounce off the booby trap and the area around Ben'a. One steps forward and throws a gas grenade, intended to knock the Jedi out. They had all been briefed on the Jedi's ability to evade such things, but on a Forceless planet it was unlikely that he would escape...*

Edited October 21, 2004 by Guest

[Barga]

[Accidental double post- sorry]

[Goodwood]

"Now, Ayevit!"

 

The order was screamed at the top of Ben'a's voice. At once, a black astromech droid with silver trim bursts from underneath the water, flying upwards on small rocket motors in its legs. The gas grenade bounces harmlessly off of the droid and lands in the water; as this is happening, a compartment opens and the droid extends an arm holding a truly ancient, but still quite lethal, DL-44 blaster. Squeezing off several shots as he goes, the droid rockets off to the right of Ben'a and back towards the Jedi.

 

Meanwhile, Ben'a is ducking behind his repulsorsled as the rubber bullets fly at him. Several of them bounce back up and hit him, but most of their energy is disapated in the riccochet, and do little physical damage. Then, Ben'a gets back up, and in one fluid motion, shoves the repulsorsled violently forward at the advancing SEED troops. As the thing flies at the soldiers, Ben'a pulls out his blaster rifle and, aiming carefully, sends a laser bolt right at the grenade he had planted. The grenade and flares, along wiht the rest of the equipment and the sled itself go up in a shower of sparks and lethal shrapnel, and before the light fades, Ben'a and Ayevit are hauling as much non-Force aided ass towards the edge of the forest as they possibly can...

 

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The Skyray takes several punishing hits from the two dropships' laser turrets before her speed makes the difference in the pursuit. With her shields at only 45%, the ship is weakened, but by no means out of the picture as she continues to rocket her way towards the Jedi and his droid...

[Barga]

(Last duel post: Tarrian says that the duel started from your first post, Goodwood, so this is the last post...)

 

'There he is! The ship's stopping there!'

 

*The two dropships fall behind for a while, but catch up when the Jedi's craft slows as it approaches him. They begin firing their turrets again, and the shields on his craft come dangerously close to failing...*

 

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*On the ground, every SEED troop in the area has been alerted by the altercation at the pond, and a hundred or more troops barrel through the undergrowth, heading for the Jedi and the deceased/injured troops. Within minutes, the troops converge on the pond, firing upon the beleagured Jedi...*