The Old Sith Trials

IC: Trinaya and Volacius combo

Location- Sith Temple, Korriban



Trinaya was tentatively excited about being singled out finally in her training- or rather doubled out she corrected herself mentally. She kept her face smooth while listening to Darth Malos explain the situation. The many years she had spent in the world of her father giving her the ability to absorb what she heard while still being able to consider.

Right now she considered the Sith who was to lead her and her fellow acolyte into the desert.

Darth Malos was…. creepy. Maybe even so far as unsettling. His eyes were like staring into space and suddenly realizing it was staring back.

Frowning internally, but keeping her face politician smooth, Trin thought to herself about the missing child. She remembered him from a few of her classes. He was a small pale thing, very bright- almost too bright. Unless he really was as powerful as he acted Trin didn’t think this was a rescue mission so much as a recon and/or revenge mission. The few heart strings still tied to her big sister twanged discordantly. Juntas was about the age of this Damian when she had been taken from Trinaya. Perhaps if she was able to channel her deep anger and rage at the ones who took her older sibling towards the ones who had taken Damian, Trin would be able to set herself apart from the pack of lowborn acolytes that surrounded her, constantly thinking they were truly “equal in the force” and not just another servant in the making.



Standing beside her, Volacius was in a far less amicable mood. The Mirialan was angry, and though that gave him power the source of his anger only served to hold him back. What care was he to have if the tiny rabble had slaughtered one another? If one of the young trainees was so unfocused as to bring his blade to bear against his fellow Sith instead of his true enemy, the Jedi, then surely he would soon perish for his insolence; and if the victims were not strong enough to avoid their demise, then they had proved themselves unworthy to become true Sith. In any case, while he would certainly be happy to teach the little vermin a lesson, he would much rather devote all his efforts to training so that he could instead turn his attention to the Jedi. Nevertheless, Volacius knew that failure to comply with his superiors’ commands would only result in speedy expulsion, likely at the tip of a Lightsaber or at the end of a torrent of lightning. No, Volacius knew he was meant for something greater. He had already proven himself in the past, and if his rise through the ranks meant this Damian was to be his next stepping stone, detestable as it was, then so be it.



Still considering Darth Malos’ words, Trin quietly surveyed the acolyte who was to be her companion on this particular quest. A tall, imposing sort of fellow, Trin couldn’t decide if his skin was a deep green or a green so light it verged on yellow. Perhaps it was a trick of the light that made it so hard to tell. She had heard rumours about this Volacius from a few of her classmates. He was supposedly as close to “friendly” as any Sith Acolyte got, but he also didn’t appear to have any “friends”. Personally, Trin applauded him for this. Friends were pointless in the race to power. You had allies or you had enemies, anything else was impractical. Friends were for those who had the time or the energy to trust those around them. Trin had neither.

Hopefully this Volacius would prove to be an ally for the time being, or at least someone fun to play with.



As Malos began speaking in a tone Volacius found to be ridiculous if not obnoxious, he shifted his attention to his fellow acolyte. He’d heard of this one, Trinaya, he’d heard others call her. A Zabrak woman, daughter of a wealthy man, spoiled. Even now she exuded an air of superiority, as if she felt she was better than others simply by the circumstances of her birth. Volacius almost pitied it. He knew that it was through hardship that one was forged into a weapon, and the life of a luxury had little in the way of hardship. Still, Trinaya had managed to achieve enough both to be noticed by the other acolytes as well as by Malos, who seemed to view them as equal. At the very least, he knew he ought to be vigilant. Clearly wealth wasn’t all she pursued, and if he wasn’t careful he could tell she would have no problem trampling him along the way to her own goals.



Darth Malos had finished talking, and his last statement had caught Trin’s attention.



“So, Volacious and Trinaya, my dynamic duo, are you ready to go find out what killed some kids in cold blood?”



“Yes, my Lord,” he said simply. “I shall begin at once.”



“Respectfully, Darth Malos, only monsters kill children.” Like the monsters that killed Juntas, she thought to herself. “I am ready to seek out these monsters, though. Would I be able to go and retrieve a few things from my quarters, first, or are we leaving immediately?”



darthkain7

IC: Reaper
Location: Corbos

Reaper nodded. He agreed. The way of Darkness is the correct way. They must not go right for that only lead to them being redeemed. He felt this was a sort of puzzle. Would you choose to remain on the Path of Darkness or try for redemption? He would follow the darkness till the end.

"Yes the path of Darkness is the right way. We must not go right. Follow the Path of Darkness till the end. As for Brooke being protected that is wise. If she wishes I can take point. A vanguard of sorts."

This would be the second thing that pointed Reaper towards the path of a Sith Marauder. His love of battle and fearless nature leading him to be at the front of confrontations.

Tag: darthkain7, Darth Catalyst, darthferos

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IC: Darth Abaddon

Sith Library, Korriban

A cough broke the silence of the room, drawing the young woman out of her trance as she delved deep into the history behind wars that occurred centuries ago. She had dedicated her studies this night to learning about the conflicts of the last two hundred years, and she was currently in the middle of a lengthy text regarding the short yet catastrophic Clone Wars. Any time she immersed herself into some time or place, she could vividly see and feel everything she was studying. She could practically hear the mechanized march of a thousand battle droids; she could see the skies of each world torn by the world as blue and red blasterfire ripped across the horizon. The war, it turned out, was all the doing of Darth Sidious, who used the conflict as a catalyst for enacting the Sith's ultimate revenge: eliminating the Jedi. It was a shame that he wasn't more thorough, for it seemed even if only a few Jedi survive genocide, it could spell the end for the Sith.
Or so it seemed. The Sith were obviously around today, so it appeared that the Rule of Two were not the only Sith of the galaxy. She would have to read on those Sith further later, as that aforementioned cough had completely pulled her from her studies, the act quite honestly startling Abaddon.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but Darth Malos has sent me to ask about the acolyte Damian Kento. He has gone missing and we were hoping for some clues as to his whereabouts.”

Abaddon's violet eyes quickly took in the appearance of the young Zabrak girl before her, whom had been so brash as to assume interrupting Lady Abaddon's studies would come without consequence. However, before the senior Sith could feel her anger swell, the girl mentioned a name. Damian Kento.
He was, without a doubt, the most intelligent child in the entire temple. His mind for tactics, science, and mathematics matched Abaddon's mind for history, and the two would often study together, since neither had many allies here. She had hoped that, upon her future promotion to Sith Master, that she could take him on as an apprentice. But to hear he'd gone missing… that did not bode well. Especially with his history with the other acolytes in the temple.
Worry doused her anger like water to a flame, and she could not help but display this worry for this Zabrak girl to see.

“He's missing? I had heard he missed Force training earlier, but I didn't think anything of it. Did Malos,” she paused at the name, shuddering; she couldn't stand that creep, “check just outside of the temple, headed northeast? There's a small valley he sneaks to during his lunch break. Maybe he got attacked by something?” She seemed to be running the possibilities through her mind as she spoke, her eyes darting back and forth but not ever making contact with Trinaya's.


Volacius was able to find a way outside of the temple besides the main gate, where a scuffle of some sort seemed to be occurring. The night sky was quite beautiful, a rarity on a world such as this one. Beauty mattered not here, only power. This was something that Volacius seemed to understand.
It was a short walk to the northeast before Volacius was able to stumble upon the crime scene. Five bodies were strewn about, all child-sized and all in the earliest stages of decay. The sands of Korriban had been blown onto and into the bodies by the wind, but no animals had yet scoured the remains, it seemed.
Volacius would note that three of the children were human, while one was Rodian and the other Zabrak. All boys, all dead. One of the human boys had his throat slit, though it was not done elegantly; the cut was obviously done with quite a bit more force than someone his age could muster. The same could be said for the other two humans, for one was nearly split in two as Malos said, while the other had been stabbed through the gut. The Rodian's neck was snapped, the broken spinal cord pressing against his scaly green flesh. The Zabrak, missing two horns, had bruises around his throat, suggesting strangulation as the cause of death.
Other details that Volacius would notice were weapons strewn about, like daggers and clubs you would find in a training room in the temple. He would also see that all of the children, save for the Zabrak, had singed clothing. Possibly the result of Sith Lightning.
A lot of details to remember, none of them to be remembered fondly.
The utter silence of the valley would soon be broken however, as Volacius would be able to hear a normally trivial noise come from his right.

TAGS: volacius , cliojayne

IC: Volacius
Location- Academy Outskirts, Korriban

Before Volacius could even think how he would recover multiple bodies by himself, he spotted it. Beyond the crime scene lurked a pack of Tuk’ata, the wild Sith Hounds snarling and glaring at the man who had trespassed upon their newest feeding ground. The four-legged monstrosities were enormous, easily several times larger than the Mirialan Sith. One surpassed the other three in this manner, the alpha, perhaps. Volacius could feel their anger towards him, remembering from his studies that the creatures were attuned to the Dark side of the Force. So much the better.
His twin blades ignited, casting a red glow against the sickly yellow-green hue of his skin. Not waiting for them to attack first, Volacius charged, knowing that he would need to keep them away from the bodies on top of surviving their onslaught. He drew upon the creatures’ own anger, using that to fuel himself as he sprang forward against the nearest Tuk’ata, emitting a roar of his own as he held his blades high.

TAGS: darthkain7, cliojayne

Sith Library, Korriban

Death. Children had been killed, possibly by Damian himself, possibly by something else.
It was not uncommon to hear of the younglings dying during their training, whether it be by another student, by a teacher, or in an accident. But this seemed different from those stories. Perhaps it was because Abaddon actually had a stake in Kento's well-being, or perhaps it was something else. But the feeling pierced through Abaddon like a dagger, twisting through the flesh and driving deep into her bones. A feeling that not all was as it seemed.
“There's not much else to tell,” she spoke, regaining her composure. “I doubt that he would kill his rivals and not return, however. He's smart enough to know that such an act would be praised, especially if it was in self defense.”
To Abaddon, that could only mean one thing, especially if it could be proven that Damian was not the killer. He had been captured. She did not know by who or by what, but she feared that Damian would not survive this. She would aid in the search if she were able, no doubt. But she was expected to complete a different task, and abandoning it would mean certain death, regardless of her relationship with the Emperor's Hand.

Her violet eyes returned to the book lying before her, labeled page 1004. “I'm interested in what you will discover, but I must return to my studies. May the Force serve you well.”




Indeed, a small pack of wild Tuk'ata had come to the crime scene, looking to score an easy supper among the corpses of these younglings. But the evidence had to be preserved, and the beasts would not hesitate to try and secure a far more fresh meal in the acolyte known as Volacius. The feral creatures growled menacingly, their red eyes glowing in the night. Though the glow of their eyes were dim in comparison to the vibrance of Volacius's lightsabers.
The alpha barked to its fellow beasts, communicating in an effort to have the pack quickly surround the Sith acolyte. He was their only obstacle in the way of their meal, and he would be toppled if their will was to be done.
As Volacius ran towards one, the smallest of the pack, with his blades held high, the alpha and other two Tuk'ata bolted, the alpha running to the Mirialan's left while the others ran past his right. The victim of Volacius's attack saw red, fiery death heading its way, and did what any Sith Hound would do.
Die fighting.
While Volacius swung from up high, the beast dove down low, hoping to clamp its massive jaws into Volacius's right leg as his blades drove down into its hide.

TAGS: volacius , cliojayne

IC: Volacius
Location- Academy Outskirts, Korriban

He spotted it the instant they made their move. The other three Tuk’ata had taken advantage of his charge and flanked him, and in its final act, his prey intended to cripple him by slicing off his leg with its massive fangs. Clever, but not unavoidable. As Trinaya arrived and caught the attention of the creature on his left, he made a move of his own. Though he was still midair and unable to interrupt his motion, he reached out with the Force, using it to push the beast’s head in an attempt to cause its strike to miss as his blades continued to sear its flesh.

darthkain7, cliojayne

Life as a beast was simple, yet rewarding. The alpha of this pack had grown larger than the rest of its kin, earning its place at little more than a pup. Just like the Sith that once created these vicious monsters, the alpha had slain the strongest of its pack, and in doing so, took its place.
Life before that day had been hard. Every day, more and more of the young would die from starvation, the lack of beings travelling the valley led to less food, and the ones that did come through often had enough power to kill a few Tuk'ata before the pack would retreat. The wild pack's numbers dwindled, and it seemed as if these animals would die out.
Until the Alpha took control.
Under its guidance, the Tuk'ata became ruthless, killing with far more success than before and as a result, acquired more food. The Alpha and its brethren could smell the dead ones here. Easy food, enough to feed the pack for a few days. But they did not expect a live one here, especially not one with the weapons that had slain so many of its kind.

The Alpha circled the Sith acolyte, and watched in the split second it took for their prey to kill one of the Tuk'ata hunters. The youngest and weakest of the scouting group. It had tried to sink its giant teeth into the Sith's legs, but the Sith had leaped into the sky and wielded the Force while doing so, slamming the predator's head into the dirt before one tooth could even scratch the Mirialan's body. This left the young hunter vulnerable to Volacius's blades, both beams of plasma piercing the flesh and ending the life of the Tuk'ata as they drove through vital organs like they were nonexistent.
The Alpha howled in anguish at the sight of its younger brother falling, halting its flanking of the Sith and charging at his rear, its gargantuan jaws ready to clamp down onto Volacius's back as he landed.
The sudden dash of the Alpha caused the war glaive to just barely miss its target, the weapon planting itself into the dirt. But that, as well as the cry meant to distract the Alpha, did catch the attention of the other two Tuk'ata, which spun on their heels and snarled in the direction of the one who threw the glaive. The beasts charged towards her, drooling at the thought of feasting upon her flesh.

TAGS: cliojayne , volacius

IC: Bernael
Location: Great Library, Sith Temple on Korriban

Bernael, having received the summons, slid from shadow to shadow as he approached the Great Library. If anyone saw him they would only see what they believed to be a middling height human, at least with a cursory glance. If they took any time to study further, first there would be a sense of unease, as any prey feels when a predator is in the area. Not knowing why, they would study him further. If they had the knowledge, a deep study of his features would make them know what they faced. Very few races had the inverted eyes coupled with the bulbous nose and eyes that seemed to draw one's soul into them. But the slightly visible seams on his cheeks would be the last clue to those beings as to what they were seeing and why they felt the way they did. Only an Anzat had that combination of features. Hence why Bernael would always do his best to appear as invisible, both to sight as well as in the Force; no desire to have someone attempt to obliterate him had he.

Entering any place so steeped in the Dark Side, such as the Great Library he was entering, always felt like coming home to Bernael. He knew he had been called to assist in an task that would potentially put him in close proximity to many beings. This massive structure, filled with the essence of so many sources that, if he was still operating on his own, would be potential food sources caused the probiscises in his cheeks to shift slightly. He damped his aura and lowered his presence in the force as he knew that many of these beings would be able to sense him and could react quite negatively to one of his kind being anywhere nearby.

Following the sense he had of Darth Abaddon, so as not to get lost, Bernael walked slowly and deliberately though the hush of the towering stacks. If he was not busy with what was to come, he would have stopped and read or viewed everything he could. Knowledge was something that any being should gain more of. However, the person he had been summoned to meet would not be one to be kept waiting, especially by an apprentice. He had heard the stories and knew that the Lorekeeper was not a being who one would want to be on the bad side of, or snub.

Even as damped as his presence was, he could still feel other beings slight starts as they felt an unusual presence pass nearby. He used his natural camoflauge to be as invisible as possible while nearing his destination.

Approaching the entrance to the room he could feel two presences, both strong in the Force the younger races believed was the highest power in the galaxy. Among the stories he had heard of the Lorekeeper was that the man did not bathe and you could smell him almost as distant as you could sense him. To the senses of a predator such as he, the scent of the Lorekeeper had drawn him to this space almost as much as the feel of the presence of Darth Abaddon.

Before entering the room, Bernael stopped and using all his senses, both in the Force as well as natural senses, to examine the space. One never knew what might be present or have a desire to cause harm to ones self, especially among the Sith. The were no active traps that he could sense and anything inactive would have enough of a time going off for him to react.

Bernael walked into the space, turned toward the Lorekeeper, bowed slightly, then toward Darth Abaddon and bowed again.

"As summoned, I have come."

Knowing the protocol of this society, he awaited a reply from either or both of the beings before him before entering further or taking a seat.

Tag: Darth Cruor, darthkain7, Darth Kaizar The Defiler

IC: Darth Abaddon
Great Library, Sith Temple, Korriban

It had been nearly an hour since Abaddon had completed the text on the Clone Wars. Learning how the war ended, how Darth Sidious had used it as a means to twisting the Republic into an Empire that slaughtered the Jedi, it was… inspiring. Few men in history had pulled off a plan so elegantly done as the one Lord Sidious did. Sure, it had its faults, like underestimating the light that remained in the heart of Darth Vader, but with the detailed history of Darth Vader's crimes, it was an easy mistake to make.
Now with that part of history done, Abaddon was ready to move on to the next stage of history. The history of the New Jedi Order, and of the Yuuzhan Vong War. She had just begun to reach the start of said war when she smelled something awful. The odor slithered into her nostrils like a viper, filling her head with a venom that made her want to vomit. It smelled like a pungent mixture of death, disease, and defecation. Only one being on the whole planet smelled this bad. And once he spoke her name, she did not even need to raise her eyes from the text before replying, “Master Lorekeeper.”

Not to show any disrespect, Abaddon mentally noted that she was on page 394 before closing the massive textbook and standing from her seat. She gave a slight bow to the decrepit man before seeing a shadow approach, an Anzat if the proboscises were any indicator. Their species always made Abaddon uneasy, but she had grown more confident ever since she was awakened from her four thousand-year slumber.

“As summoned, I have come,” the Anzat spoke. His voice was familiar enough that even his concealing clothing could not stop Abaddon from remembering his name. Bernael. A relative newcomer to the temple.



“Bernael, if I remember correctly,” Abaddon spoke. Her memory was far superior to most in the temple, for her ability to study and retain information was certainly photographic. A name of an Anzat lurking around was one to remember. “So, you're on this task as well? Interesting.”
She then turned to the Lorekeeper once again, forcing herself not to gag at his stench, before inquiring, “Anyone else?”

TAGS: Darth Cruor , darthbernael , Darth Kaizar The Defiler

COMBO WITH @tacite Occultus
IC: Darth Primus, Tacite Occultus
Location: Dread Fortress, Oricon

(Tacite) As the three Sith approach Srethros Arancia at the front followed by Voxyn, with Primus covering the rear Tacite stealthily glances out and sees a chance to run but then he also sees a chance to feed. He grabs a broken chain from a fallen chandelier, as his tentacles once more slither from the bridge of his nose ready to feed immediately. As Primus passes the room Tacite is in, Tacite jumps at him wrapping the chain around Primus's snout as the tentacles attach to his temples.

In his ear Tacite whispers laced by Mind Trick begin. "Shhh you don't want to talk, you don't want to warn the others, you just want to give in. You're tired, you just want to rest and give in to my will. I will help you rest, trust me." As he does so he continues to feed on Primus's soup.

(Primus) Primus, holding up the rear of the battle against Srethros lead by Voxyn and Arancia, he was prepared for battle. He longed for battle. His skills were intermediate at best therefore the chance to fight against a more powerful foe may potentially help elevate his skills...or kill him. More in to the battle against the Sith, Primus passes a room that hid the prisoner, Tacite. Too focused on what was in front of him he did not see what came next. Suddenly a chain came from nowhere wrapping around Primus' snout clamping it shut followed by tentacles attaching to his temples simultaneously. He could not move. Suddenly he felt a pull at his mind, too strong to fight against. He began to hear a whisper "Shh, you don't want to warn the others, you just want to give in. You're tired, you just want to rest and give in to my will. I will help you rest, trust me." The voice in his head was too strong. He could not resist it. He just wanted to rest, feeling fatigue take hold more and more. The harder he fought, the more exhausted he became, losing strength and consciousness faster and faster until....

(Tacite) As Primus falls dead, Tacite grabs his lightsaber and runs down the corridor away from the others back towards the ship in a better mood. He finally got a meal as good as the Jedi.

Tags Darth Voidwalker Darth Catalyst taciteoccultus darthvoxyn

IC: Darth Voxyn

Dread Fortress, Oricon



Blocking Arancia’s initial attack the two Sith Lords clashed sabers. Taking a few steps to the side so he could see Srethros from behind Arancia Voxyn saw Srethros pull one of his hands from his lightsaber to his chest. Unsure of what the Rattataki was doing Voxyn used his free hand to shoot force lightning at him in an attempt to break his focus, after the lightning energy ball Voxyn didn’t want to take the chance of Srethros charging up another unorthodox attack.



“Primus are you going to help in this fight at all or just stand there and look intimidating?” Voxyn asked as lightning flew from his finger. “...Primus?” Turning his head back he saw Primus lying lifeless on the ground and no sign of who attacked him. “You have got to be kidding me. Really Primus? How did you go down without a sound?” Turning back to Srethros he put more power behind his force lightning as Artemis stood guard now watching the area around them for more threats, if someone tried to sneak up on them again Artemis would notice.


Darth Catalyst Darth Voidwalker DarthVizuul taciteoccultus

GM update & initial sub-story post  & brief combo with darthkain7



Lord Gefallen
Korriban ~ personal study

Lord Gefallen sat at his desk, within his quarters looking over a datapad display and adjoining monitor, was disappointed to learn of the acolyte, Gez’segi’s disappearance in the night. Especially given that it was so close to their conversation of continuing her training in the morn. Nonetheless it was time to move onto other matters and await the next slate of arrivals. The status update of the shuttle, that Lord Gefallen had prepared and sent out, put it at phase two of its assigned mission. With one of the two targets acquired and secured and now en-route to the second target.

A second data feed came up with a list of Sith guards and their training status, two of which had been dispatched with the shuttle and Lord Pares. It was Lord Gefallen who oversaw the majority of the training in the temple, including the elite Sith temple guard.


Walking down the line of trainees, Gefallen inspected the lot of them while they were paired and sparing. The simple and primitive form of training was truly the best indicator of all things, as he reached out to sense the auras and minds of each individual as he passed by each pair. Gefallen stopped at one pair as a male Devaronian, spared with a human-male. They exchanged blocks with their pikes before, the Devaronian took a hit to his chest, a follow up sweep at the legs took him to his legs. Gefallen paused, looking on as the Devaronian grunted from his knees. An instructor yelling at him to reset. “Again!” Gefallen continued to look on silently, intrigued how the Devaronian would respond. Resetting the human-male pressed his assault, embolden from knocking the Devaronian to the ground in the last set. The result was the Devaronian finding some focus, and countering. Delivering a swift stunning blow which knocked the human back slightly, a follow up swing from the back end of the pike smacked the human in the jaw with a upward striking motion, which knocked the human completely off his feet.

Lord Gefallen’s cold gaze looked upon the Devaronian, Kai was his name, silently observing and internally satisfied that he was making progress. The hopeful has been selected for the guard training after continued unruly behavior upon the academy screening trials. Considered at times a proving ground for individuals that required further evaluation. Some turned out to move beyond, while others settled well into their role within the guard.

Lord Gefallen moved on, continuing down the line…




Lylia stepped through the portcullis with a slight limp, the pain of her wound grazing against the denim of her jeans making each step agonizing. But she knew that she had to push on; she had a job to do.

The smoke of Lady Vesper's fire dissipated rather quickly, not choking Lylia nearly as much as the freezing air did. It seemed to crawl within her lungs and squeeze, burning them with the threat of frostbite. But stepping inside did indeed help fend off the cold, keeping its icy grip at bay if only barely.

The limp kept Lylia towards the rear of the group, Vesper and Vurik taking the lead while the troopers who had just tried to murder them marched just behind. As she continued to lag behind, too proud to ask them to slow down, her comms chirped to life.

The line of troopers with, led by Dark Lady Vesper came to a stop, having passed though the outside gate and portcullis. The group lining up at a large check point with a smaller duel entry gate into the more secure area of the facility, Sensor pads, readers, camera, and two Sith guards clad in midnight black armor and armed with force pikes flanked the entrance. Silently watching and ready at a moments notice. The gate had several auto-turrets present pointed outwards, defending the main gate along with this secondary stop. The Dark Lady was already through without so much of an afterthought, as she continued on her way along with her present cohort, focused on other matters needing to be attended to. A Sith Officer stepped out of one of the security booths, a proxy for the facility lucky to have drawn the duty slot at present. What a mess, troopers firing on arrivals, Sith Lords showing up. He would never hear the end of this for allowing it to transpire on his watch. Now came the processing, a platoon commander was already en-route to deal with the troopers and what could only have been described as a major miscommunication and allocation of resources. He just needed to hold them here and begin processing their indent-cards. The Officer focused on his duties and a bit flustered from the events would not hear the faint chirp of a comm-link of one of the arrivals.

The comm-link of of Lylia came to life, with a transmission viewable on the small display screen. There was a slight shift in the auto-turrets, subtle but observable. One word displayed, “DROP”.

Lylia, having read the short message, obeyed out of instinct, and then some. She dropped to the floor, the pain of doing so making her grunt as she rolled to the side, hiding behind a pillar as blasterfire rained down. Lylia, having read the short message, obeyed out of instinct, and then some. She dropped to the floor, the pain of doing so making her grunt as she rolled to the side, hiding behind a pillar as blasterfire rained down.

The auto-turrets opened up firing as the troopers, guards, and officer were caught completely by surprise. Seconds before, one of the troopers head had cocked slightly as he watched the woman they had been escorting drop to the floor. A blank puzzled look behind the helmet covering his face, any realization that he may have had or alarm erased by the sizzling scorches of multiple blaster marks on his armor. After he had been hit again and again in rapid succession, just like the rest of those present. The volley of turret fire stopped as the checkpoint went silent, the smoldering burns of balsterfire slowly rising up as the entrance to the side-gate was no littered with the bodies of fallen troopers.

The comm-link of Lylia chimed again, this time it was an audio transmission, a raspy male voice coming over the comm. “Landing pad EE-15, south of the complex.”

“You have five minutes.”

The comm, went silent, it would not take long for a response team to be here, Lylia had to move if she was going to make it to the pad. The irony of it being she had no idea what she was running to, but she certainly could not stay where she was.


Moments earlier...



A DD-13 Medical droid, looked over the bacta tank the Sith Acolyte Xxys floating in it with a number of IVs and tubs hooked up to him. Theta-class T-2c shuttle had two on-board tanks, as it was heavily modified for search and rescue operations as well as insertion and rapid recovery of personnel. They had found the Sith hopeful just in time. Two Sith Guards were seated in the rear compartment near the ramp, the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit, and finally a black robe clad Sith Warrior who had overseen the recovery operations thus far. They had just dropped out of hyperspace a few moments earlier and were transitioning into the upper atmosphere of the planet Ziost.

The near-human male Sith was finishing up on a data-pad after transmitting a message and recording down to the planet. The Sith turned to the medical droid still attending to the hopeful in the bacta tank. “What is his status?” The Sith lowly rasped. The medical droid mechanically turning and responding.

“All vitals are stable. Tissue damage has been 78% reversed. Neural pathways and synapses readings are all normal.”

The Sith satisfied with the results, and recovery of the hopeful moved forwarded as he had been prepared and instructed. “Wake him up… and get him out and dressed.” Again in a low raspy voice. The shuttle continued to descend into the atmosphere. The outlying facility and their destination point now in view as the shuttle broke below the thick grey clouds. The pilots on the cockpit had just confirmed landing codes from one of the main hemisphere tracking stations, though the facility they were now lining up to descend upon was not where they had been cleared for. It would take a few minutes more for before their flight path would be flagged as irregular.

Back in one of main shuttle hold, the DD-13, droid was busy inputting and activating the tank purging sequence, which would begin waking the hopeful and draining the tank. While the tank was capable of the same functions of a standard size bacta tank, the more compact shuttle versions were specifically designed to drain and open from the front once the subject inside was awoken and conscious. “Lord Pares,” one of the pilots spoke back to the Sith in the hold. “we are five minutes out of the facility.”

The Sith Warrior, moved down towards the shuttle ramp in preparation, as the two guards had since risen and were both poised and ready. The guard pair was a recent assignment to the shuttle team as, the previous pair had been killed in action weeks earlier, such was the case with guards. Well trained but always thrust into the most dangerous situation. One of the guards, a Devaronian, whom wore a specially modified Sith helmet to account for his horns and a human made up the pair, their dark grey and silverish armor well kept, their blasters at the ready. They would be making their final descent and the ramp would be opening up, their task to cover and create a necessary perimeter for their evacuation target.

The shuttle would be touching down momentarily and the guards would be responsible for moving forward quickly and securing the landing site. While this was a Sith facility, the ripples of conflict and necessity had pushed certain plays. Securing a number of hopefuls was a high priority.

Back in the main shuttle hold the DD-13 droid had triggered the bacta tank to drain, in moments the subject with in the hopeful Xxys. Would be force out and brought back into this world quite sharply. The droid programming told it that the procedure was out of order, as the subject still required at least two more days in the tank to fully recover. However the override command kicked in when the Sith Warrior specified the subjects waking. 

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