The Old Sith Trials

At the sound of Trill's voice, Malos jolted his head in her direction, quickly shaking it as if he was physically freeing himself from the daydream he'd been trapped in. His mind, running on fumes, did not even register that Trill had made a point of no longer calling him kilajin, whatever that meant.
"Had to keep watch," the Sith Master spoke, immediately moving his tongue around to moisturize the inside of his terribly dry mouth. "Couldn't expect any of you to do it, and I couldn't let us get ambushed in the night."

Standing, the Nagai stretched his arms outward, breaking free of the metaphorical stone that had encased his body after remaining still for so long. "Well, it looks like a little sleep was all you three needed to push on. After we get some rations eaten, we can make our way to the main temple. No more detours."
Strange, not a single glimpse of a smile from the Sith Master. Surely it was the lack of sleep that had created the seemingly humorless Malos that stood before them?

The rations were about as tasteful as one could expect. Enough to stave off any hunger in the quartet, but not a single one of them would claim to have enjoyed the meal. With that out of the way, the darksiders ventured outside of the barracks and found the sun high in the sky, and a pile of corpses not far away. They seemed even more decayed than they were the previous night.
It was a short walk to the entrance of the temple, where it seemed all of the darkness in this damnable place originated from. Every fiber in their beings would scream to run, to not enter. Perhaps that was their common sense speaking. But they had come too far to let some silly thing like common sense stop them from risking their necks one more time.

TAGS: @lordjania, cliojayne, volacius



The Omwati's eyes continued to scan the terminal, looking for any sense of familiarity to the few systems she knew how to splice into. This hunk of junk was probably older than she was, but the switches and buttons seemed recognizable enough. Curious that this thing wasn't working, even with power running through it. Probably a hardware problem that Lylia did not have the tools nor the patience to repair at the moment.
She had not even noticed that the Major had been attacked until she heard a sudden thud come from his direction. Her eyes darted toward him, finding a massive slash across his waist that had almost cut him in half. She let out a yelp, drawing her blaster and scanning the darkness around the Major's body, hoping to catch a glimpse of what had attacked. Only finding a mass of scales clinging to the wall, she fired, rolling away from the terminal after two shots in case the beast retaliated.

TAGS: dragonsith13, Darth Xxys, Reiis Invadator

KRIFFIN’ GM UPDATE

IC: Mehr
Dantooine

“The boss, Lord Carath, likes Chiss. He is one. But eh, there’s something about ya. I don’t know. I trust my gut.” He shrugged. “You see that cave, just behind that building there? In between.”

He pointed, a thin sliver of darkness in an outcropping from the bluff. “We’re headed in there. Easiest way to get where we’re going. So hurry it up and don’t ask too many questions. Both of ya.”

He started his walking, the Duros waiting a moment before shuffling behind him.

“But hey. Tell me how you got here,” Mehr paused and added, a few paces ahead. “It’ll make the walk quicker, I guess.”

TAG: mirurem
TAGSET: Dantooine


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IC: Colu Eriodan and Chandrila Tajis
‍‍Somewhere in Hyperspace

Gods above. Colu hated flying. And when it was taking a rickety old Federation starbus to whatever sector, he hated it even more. But the only way for Lord Sallacine and him to escape Coruscant unseen was to accompany a Federation envoy off planet.

The decision had been made for them both. Governor Tajis had abruptly declared intentions to travel to an associate in the Outer Rim. She knew the gravity of the situation and knew what had thus far transpired, as was expected. Though she wore the allegiance of the Federation, she certainly despised it. She had directed Colu and his associates in secrecy for years, now, protecting the interests of the deposed Empress.

She could no longer protect them, however...and that is where she stepped in. Getting them off world was safest. Getting them to some planet in sector R-4 was up to them. She didn’t believe it a good course of action. She didn’t even know where they were supposed to be going. But what was a good course, when the Federation was days away from unravelling the entire secret network they had maintained for so many years? There was no proper course of action. Merely damage control and burning the logical bridges. Withdrawing from public sight. Nothing more could be done but what they were doing.

They were scheduled for a stop at an orbital station in Raioballo. Colu looked up for the thousandth time at the display monitor. Three more hours until they stopped. Until he could step off the blasted vibrating hunk of junk and relax for just a bit. He leaned back in the faux-leatheris booth and sighed, rubbing his pale face and the tendrils atop his Vultan head.

TAG: Darth Dreadwar
SIDE STORY: Colu

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IC: Harold
Noko’s Eye

Harold smelled something good. But what was it? A tiny finger with bulbous tip reached out, and quickly sampled the sauce on one of the plates stacked high.

Not good.

Harold took another swipe.

Spicy.

And another.

Disgusting. Blech.

Why were sapients this way? So uncivilized with their tastes.

But the smell of buttery goodness had not faded. The door to the kitchen must be around somewhere...

Harold skittered forward, jumping atop the shoulders of whatever patrons were in its way, attempting to get to an empty spot at the end of the bar. Dart, hop, dodge...and land. Stuck the landing.

Harold looked up at the man it had landed beside. Long coat, brown hair. Better than the other patrons. They definitely all didn’t look as swell as that guy. He probably had a lot of credits...or things Harold could sell to get back to Korriban.

Now it was time for some good food. Harold put its little paw-hands up on the bar and began to chitter, pointing at the patron down the way, eating what looked suspiciously like space waffles. At the very least they were heat blasted dough discs, and with a bit of bantha butter, that was good enough for Harold.

Harold offered the barkeep a credit from the tiny pouch it carried. Hopefully he understood. Harold was not vermin. Well. Harold was. But it was not typical vermin.

Then, Harold hopped across the bar to rich coat-man and peered up. Chattering, squeaking. At the very least coat-man could give Harold a lift to the kitchen doors. In his pockets. Where the credits were. There were too many feet shuffling by to go alone. Harold squeaked again.

//Coat-man, look at me!//

TAG: Lord Vassago , @volk , corinthia , sacarious
TAGSET: Noko’s Eye

As Sacarious walked through the crowded walkways of Noko's Eye with his companion Volk Kroker he found himself taking in all the various races he had never seen, the smells and sounds of this small, strange asteroid colony permeated his senses. He was carrying some of the parts they had been sent out to get for a long-range comms scanner, the “Sister” as he had come to know her wanted them.



The Sister perplexed Sacarious, his head spinning with many a query as to who she might be or what her intent here on the colony was. All he knew was they were sent to the backwater whole to aid her however they may, Sacarious knew better than to question aloud the reasons for why they had come to this place.



As the two Sith approached the familiar bright blue sign, lettering ringed with acid green, reading The Leaning Lantern. Sacarous drew in his breath in a long, slow deliberate manner, on exhale he took a strong stoic stance showing his pride and strength, his head tilted forward allowing the luminescence from his eyes to dominate his features. Without hearing a step or feeling her presence, the sister appeared between them as the three entered the cantina. This fascinated Sacarious as she seemed to move with the same ability as his master Darth Vesper. After entering, the three took their usual place sitting at the same dingy booth, Sacarious found himself annoyed at the small and uncomfortable seat he was sharing with Volk, it was small and forced him to sit in a manner he found tactically disadvantageous to his surroundings. Putting his current strife's aside he returned to watching and using his keen hearing to listen to the ramblings of the patrons.



The Sister than spoke to Volk which caught Sacarious current attention, Volk was to find out what this human's business was here and then the Sister gave a nod to Sacarious to go with him. Sacarious nodded in response to her and was happy to not be sitting in the cramped booth any longer, he stood up watching the man at the end of the bar while awaiting his comrade to stand and make his way toward him.

IC: Jekyll/Hyde 
Location: The Tomb of Cognus 

As the spider disappeared revealing it as an illusion the smile that Hyde had glowing on Jekyll's face,  from her bloodlust joy, faded. "The karking hell? That felt to real to be an illusion."
Meanwhile Jekyll felt relieved. Nothing had to be killed after all.
Hyde deactivated the blade, and turned to the Dathomirian. "Where to next? I want to get this done and over with. Preferably without any more damned illusions." She grumbled in frustration. 

TAG: darthkain7,corinthia,Volshe
TAGSET: Tomb of Cognus

IC: Dr. Ekali Jano

Rishi, Raider's Cove

The boards of the walkway groaned under Dr. Jano's steps as she entered into the sprawling huddle of stilted buildings called Raider's Cove. She knew where she was going from the many times she had studied maps of the sleepy, humid cove; it was an unassuming building, with a nondescript wooden plank of a sign hanging above a rusted sheet metal door that read "The Blooming Lotus". The Blooming Lotus was an exclusive lounge and gambling den only for those in league with Moheji. There was no doubt in Dr. Jano's mind that this was the place they would find members of Cash Moheji's gang… or perhaps even Cash themself.

She cast a glance over her shoulder at the men behind her. Raze and Sicar oozed that rough-and-tumble, weathered, dangerous aura that so many criminals and gangers had; she had little doubt they would blend in just fine. The Maelibus, Dorrian, was garnering strange glances and whispered confusion from the few locals that milled about on Raider's Cove's wooden thoroughfares—Dr. Jano almost smiled as she heard a growl emanating from Dorrian as she turned her red gaze forward again. He was their wildcard. Leading the trio further into Raider's Cove, Dr. Jano meticulously followed the map she held in her memory, taking turn after turn deeper into the cove's belly.

So, for the past three days, the Zabrak Lord had been lurking around in Raider's Cove, keeping a watchful eye on the movements of those belonging to the Moheji Gang. Foreign insects buzzed and swarmed all around him, and the sound of lapping water under the boardwalks had grown irritating. Lord Manticore had been put up in an inn catty-corner from the corroded door he had been watching brightly-dressed members of the Moheji Gang enter and exit from— it was a run-down and tired-looking establishment where he was staying, but the view from his room provided an excellent place to survey the comings and goings of the Gang.

Today would be the day he would meet with the four others assigned to this mission; he had been given their profiles before he departed Korriban. There was Dr. Ekali Jano, the leader of the mission, an ex-Chiss Expansionary Fleet medic-turned-Sith; Raze, a weathered Mandalorian with the Force; Sicar, a grizzled Hapan Sith with a cybernetic arm; and Dorrian Drako'ra Shadowsun, a startlingly large Maelibus.

Lord Manticore had stolen his way from the room at the inn to where he met up and simply joined in with the other four headed to the Blooming Lotus when the time came for him to join in on the fun. He received a reverent nod from Dr. Ekali Jano— he could tell in her manner that she was pleased to have him along.


Before long, the five stood before the rusted door of the Blooming Lotus, a stifling breeze blowing past them. The door itself was corrugated, with a small rectangle cut out at eye-level; the little window had a piece of fabric hung over it from the inside. Clearing her throat, Dr. Jano lifted her hand and knocked on the door. The orange rust on its surface stuck to her sweat-damp knuckles.

The flap of fabric abruptly pulled aside, and a pair of red-rimmed pale eyes glared out at the four sentients standing at the doorstep. "What?" A disgruntled male voice asked.

"We seek entrance to the Blooming Lotus," Dr. Jano said, her voice cool and collected.

"We don't let no strangers in." The eyes squinted at her through the cutout. "What gang you with?"

Dr. Jano brushed her black hair back over her shoulder and crossed her lanky arms across her chest. "None. Yet. We are here to inquire about the Moheji gang. My crew and I want to join." The sallow eyes squinted at her even harder. She could see gears turning in the brain behind those eyes, and could feel his radiating judgment. Subtly lifting her hand and giving it a minute wave, she said, more firmly: "You will allow us entrance to this establishment." 

After a moment, the voice spoke. "Alright," it said. "I'll letcha in."

With a thunk and a click, the rusted door swung open loudly, revealing a thin, pale Twi'lek male garbed in draping clothing in bright magenta and royal teal. "Right this way," he said, gesturing broadly to the low-lit hallway leading downwards. From below, the four Sith could hear the sound of twisting, rhythmic, exotic music and muffled conversation. The smell of spice hung heavy in the air. "Make yourselves at home," he said, grinning to reveal his sharpened teeth as he showed them into the room; Dr. Jano grinned right back, revealing her own razor-like teeth in an imposing smile as she passed him by. Alarmed, the Twi'lek man immediately shrunk back and inched backwards into the hallway he had led them down.

Dr. Jano rolled her shoulders as she surveyed the room, posting up by a dark purple wall—getting in had almost been too easy. Surely this infiltration would not continue to run this smoothly. The place they had been led to was a large room with two clear areas; around the perimeter was a wide hallway that wrapped around the room and was separated from the central area by consecutive archways. In this hall were gambling tables, each lit with a muted overhead light—Dr. Jano could see pazaak, sabacc, and chatta-ragul tables from her position, all crowded and busy. Littered around the center of the luxe room, inside the ring of archways, were cocktail tables surrounded by eclectic chairs that seated all manner of gangsters and criminals, from the tough-looking Trandoshan-type, to the glittery and slippery honeypots. An expansive bartop stretched the length of one side of the room in the hall, where a pretty Zabrak bartender hustled to serve a crowded bar and backlit bottles of spirits lined the wall in a colorful array that looked almost like stained glass. Somehow, the humid air permeated everything, even in this lounge.

She caught the attention of her crew as she observed the room. Gesturing for them to follow her, she began to make her way towards the wide bar; there was no use trying to blend in if they were the only four in the establishment without drinks in their hands. People were already beginning to turn suspicious eyes in their direction as they moved past gambling tables and clusters of cantina-goers.

Strangers had entered into the Blooming Lotus.

Dr. Jano leaned across the bar to speak with the Iridonian Zabrak barkeep with the clear blue eyes after she and her crew ordered drinks over the din of the music and loud conversations of gamblers, pushing aside a put-upon Rodian. "Excuse me," she said, her voice suddenly saccharine sweet—the sound of it would likely jar the quartet of men behind her. "My men and I need an audience with the chief. Cash Moheji. Know a way we could get in touch with them? We heard theirs is the best ring in the Outer Rim, and we're looking for work."

As the barkeep slid Dr. Jano's pink and shimmering drink across the polished bar, she bent over the bar to put herself closer to the doctor and kept her voice low. "Give me one reason I should do that," the Zabrak woman said, quite forwardly, eyes locked with Dr. Jano's. Her voice held the edge of a threat.

Unfazed, Dr. Jano reached into her pocket and pulled out a substantial handful of silver credit ingots, which she placed on the counter and pushed towards the Zabrak. The barkeep's eyes flicked down to look at the pile of ingots on the countertop with a modicum of surprise, then back up to stare harder at Dr. Jano.

A beat passed.

The barkeep took a deep breath, then lowered her voice even further. "I was told to keep this on the down low, but Cash is here at the Lotus. They've got some kind of game running in one of the back rooms. Sabacc, probably." She indicated vaguely over her shoulder.

"Let Cash know we're on our way back to join in on their game." Dr. Jano's gaze was unwavering.

The barkeep slyly swept the ingots into the pocket of her apron, then turned to murmur into a commlink on her wrist. Smiling with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes, Dr. Jano turned back to Raze, Dorrian, Manticore, and Sicar. Everything was going according to plan.

The four followed after the barkeep, drinks in hand, down another dim hallway at the end of which was a doorway with a multicolored curtain of beads hanging before it. As they approached, Dr. Jano fell in step with her crew. “When we confront Cash, I will introduce us, but I would like for Dorrian to do the talking. When a Maelibus speaks, people listen. Raze, Sicar, you will both keep a watchful eye on Cash's lieutenants, attendants, and men. If we fail from an infiltration angle, we use force,” she said under her breath, just loud enough for the three to hear. "Lord Manticore… I trust your judgment. Just be wary and ready for action. And interject as you see fit." From within the curtained-off room, quiet laughing and conversation could be heard—and a thick cloud of spice vapor hung in the air. There was an unmistakable aura of a leader radiating from within the room. Raising her thin eyebrows, the blue-eyed Zabrak barkeep pulled aside the beaded curtain, and gestured for Dr. Jano and her crew to enter.

Dr. Jano was the first to step inside. And, unblinkingly, she laid her crimson eyes on the enigmatic Cash Moheji.

Lounging across a plush chaise was an androgynous blue-skinned Twi'lek swathed in opulent jungle green and sterling shimmersilk, sabacc cards in hand—unruffled, Cash Moheji barely raised their gaze when Dr. Jano and her imposing crew entered into the lushly decorated and lantern-lit room. Even as Dorrian's horns scraped the low ceiling, Cash said and did nothing. Cash Moheji only kept their focus on the card game taking place on the low table before the chaise and the menagerie of richly-dressed Twi'leks that surrounded Cash like a harem, fawning and caressing. The others that were participating in the game of sabacc twisted around on the pillows they sat upon on the floor, however, casting disgruntled and heated glances at the four that had just entered. One Chagrian with one broken lethorn made as if she was going to stand and protest, but Cash placated her with a simple motion of one hand.

"Cash,” Dr. Jano purred, spreading her arms wide as if greeting an old friend but being careful not to slosh her drink. "Such a pleasure to meet the esteemed chief of the Moheji gang in person. I’d like for you to meet my crew: My lieutenants, Dorrian, Sicar, Raze, and Manticore. We heard rumor that you had holed up here on Rishi, and just had to come see for ourselves.” Dr. Jano smiled again, a jagged, sinister smile. “We’re looking to join your crew.”

At last, Cash lifted their eyes from the game of sabacc after sliding a pile of chips towards the center of the table. One brown and one shockingly blue eye bored into Dr. Jano's face, harsh and scrutinizing and unsettlingly steady. Cash exuded an aura like ice. “You bribed my barkeep, and your demon just ruined my ceiling. What,” Cash said, tilting their chin quizzically, “Could you possibly have to offer me?”

DARKSIDE APPROVED

~Character Sheet Template~





Character Summary:

Name/Title: Lord Manticore

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Species: Zabrak

Homeworld: (presumably) Dathomir

Occupation: Sith Marauder

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 185 lbs

Physical Description: Very athletic and muscular build. Blood red skin color, raven hair tied in a long black braid. Fiery irises, like burning embers, a Mythical Manticore tattoo covers his torso and back. He has lightsaber burns covering his arms and shoulders.

Clothing: Loose fitting sith combat gear, with armor mesh. Black hooded cloak, black boots and gloves.

Weapons: Detachable, double-bladed lightsaber with unassuming hilts, save for a manticore sigil. ( they become two weapons for dual wielding purposes ), the blades are a vermillion color. The Force, Hate and Anger. Teras Kasi and Echani martial Arts.

Equipment: Lightsaber staff. Sith Communicator. Sith Infiltrator. Bacta tank.
IG 100 sparring droids. DRK-1 Probe droids.

Description of Abilities: Lord Manticore is an ingenious combatant, who has keen awareness of combat zones and all its ranges. Though an inherently feral combatant, he also moves seamlessly between attack and defense, feints and counter-attacks, as though he was reading the entire encounter. He is comfortable at all ranges of engagement and is quick to adapt to any surprises - then counters them. His ability to combine Force powers with martial skills into impressive attack strings and combinations have garnered him much prestige. He is a proponent of the Great Sith Lord Tulak Hord to a near obsessive degree. His greatest ambition is to learn the Sith Lord’s secrets.

Personality: Lord Manticore is a combat tactician with a cunning and calculating mind. He is always assessing threat levels, measuring force power, combat ability, ever devising multiple ways and approaches on how to best any situation. His actions and words are all calculated to a desired end. He is by design an intimidator, a characteristic that he uses like a tool in his great arsenal.

Biography: Lord Manticore was groomed from a very young age to be a vessel for dark power as well as a Sith hopeful. His former Master was believed to be an exiled Sith or Dark Sider who sought to regain favour with the Sith with the grooming of 'the boy'. His too often cruel training at the hands of his overly zealous dark master created a warrior with exceptional combat skills and a cunning mind, akin to the predatory creatures of myth, and equally heartless, if not more.

After unsurprisingly killing his cruel and sadistic Master in an act of pure hate, Lord Manticore took all that was rightfully his, and in his quest for power, he sought the Sith, and his destiny. He found them eventually, and proved himself in their Trials. By dint of his anger and the darkside, he has risen through the sith ranks, and was even taken as a Sith Apprentice. Now, a Sith Master in his own right, he is ready for greater challenges.


Rank/Level: Level 8 Sith Master
Class: Sith Marauder

Skills:

Class Skills:

Juyo: 3
Force Rage: 3

Core Skills:

Force push/ pull: 3
Force Jump: 3
Force Avalanche: 3
Force Defense: 4
Mind Trick: 2
Ataru: 3
Djem So: 3
Niman: 3


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IC: Lord Manticore
Rishi, Raider’s Cove

The three days were finally over, and so too was his time observing from the shadows. By now, he recognized many members of the Moheji Gang by sight, though they never even knew he existed. He knew a good deal of their habits, their routes and routines, as well as additionally useful intel he planned to share with the mission leader.

Now it was time to meet the sith assigned to this mission: To recover the Dagger of Mortis.

To think that the Dagger of Mortis would be here of all places, if the rumor was to believed. Manticore was intrigued as to how the rumor may have started in the first place. There was something-odd about the whole thing. But if the Dagger of Mortis was indeed here on Rishi, they would find it. Failure was not an option, especially if he was sent to assist the retrieving team.

Stepping out in plain sight for the very first time since his arrival, Manticore was dressed in dark loose fitting clothing. On his head, he wore a cowl which was raised to conceal his features. He also wore gloves and boots, despite the humidity. On his waist he wore a belt with several pouches, and two distinct cylinders hanging from them. Those who dared to look inside his hooded visage would be met by twin glowing embers, gazing back at them, as both a sign and a warning. His gait was measured and sure, after all, he had learned all the byways of Raider’s Cove by now.

Briefly he mused on the four he was set to meet. The intel he was given did not go into too much detail, but told him all he needed to know. More than enough for him to recognize them as he approached them, for they were all headed towards The Blooming Lotus. The Maelibus stood out, larger than all the others, striking an imposing figure for all to see: Shadowsun. The Mandalorian in armor was also striking, more so because he was ‘in’ armor given the present humidity, but if he was affected by it, none would be the wiser: Raze. The Hapan looked both calm and alert. This was good: Sicar. Last, but first on the list, was the Chiss female, the assigned mission leader, Dr. Ekali Jano. She offered the zabrak Sith Lord a gracious nod as he came within visual range, a gesture which he returned with a curt one of his own. Manticore turned and gazed at the others for a moment, appraising them silently, then with a satisfied nod, moved off to take his place among them and proceeded to their destination.

Manticore hung back for the most part, once again assuming the role of observer. He wished to witness how this team would handle the first steps of their operation. Everyone certainly looked capable enough.

In no time, they had arrived.

An almost indistinguishable smirk appeared on the Sith Lord’s tattooed lips, but for the briefest moment, when Dr. Jano plied the doorkeeper’s weak will to do her bidding.

And so, they were in.

While inside, Manticore cross-referenced what he was now learning against what he already knew. Like the sith crew, this was his first time ‘inside’ The Blooming Lotus, even though he had studied it from the outside at great lengths. Were there any hidden panels or passageways behind the walls? what was the occupant capacity per room and architectural layout of the place? Which of the occupants could be considered worthy foes? The fact that they were all gangsters and criminals was to be expected.

Better still; Who had an inkling about the Dagger of Mortis? That was the real question.


Fiery eyes narrowed briefly, seeing how the zabrak barkeep accepted the bribe from Dr. Jano and allowed them entry without much of a fuss. Too easy, suspiciously so. Still, no sense of true danger outside of the ordinary levels encountered in such a typical establishment was felt. No matter, the trick had worked. None of the other ‘patrons’ were making any false moves, and now they were on their way to meet the Gang Leader: Cash Moheji.

Well, to her credit, Dr. Jano was a keen woman who knew how to maximize her opportunities.

The sith crew was lead down one final hallway, at which point Dr.Jano gave quick instructions. After she made introductions, the Maelibus was to speak. An effective plan, depending on what was said. The Mandalorian and the Hapan were to watch for possible foul-play from Cash’s lieutenants. As for himself…..

Manticore nodded, fully understanding their exchange. Finding the Dagger of Mortis was going to require specific skill sets.

The final curtain was soon parted, as a thick cloud of spice vapor greeted them at the room’s threshold. The good doctor was the first to step through.

Lord Manticore had learned to have no expectations in any given situation, but this was indeed something unexpected, and intriguing. If this shimmersilk wrapped azure Twi’lek was indeed the true leader of the gang and not merely the caretaker of its courtesans...well- that remained to be seen. Much had yet to be revealed.

Manticore felt mildly amused at the doctor’s theatrically jocund manner. He could sense the underlying daggers they veiled. However, Cash, it seemed, was not so quickly won over.

“What could you possibly offer me?” he inquired, quizzing them. Almost as if on cue, Manticore looked over to Shadowsun.

Things were about to get interesting.

Tag: corinthia , darthsicar , Commander Raze , dorriandrakorra

IC: Neoplix
Location: raider class corvette en route to Yavin

Neoplix sat, once more, on his bunk, sharpening his daggers and going through his equipment. He used it as a way to focus, distracting his hands while his brain went over the events of the day and the plan of attack on the Yavin temple.

He was nearly ecstatic at his interaction with his master and Xirr. Clearly he was finding his place in the group, his niche. Based on his time with them, he decided it was his job to be almost a mini-me to catalyst, providing occasional jabs and support for his master, as well as taking any notes needed. In fact.... he pulled out his data pad, and typed down four or five backup insult ideas for Xirr, in case his master ever wanted one. After all, you can never be too careful.

Then, he continued laying out his gear. Demolitions charges he had planned on using in the old tomb, the leftover charge packs from the mining gear they had taken, his blades, various weapons and tools, and the systems infiltration gear for his data pad, in case he needed to do some splicing to get them in. While he did, he ran over the plan in his head.

Obviously, the surface group would go through less combat, but arguably more stress, as they would have to constantly be on guard, and watching their force presences to make sure they didn’t give away their identities to the filthy jed’dai. However, the underground team would undergo less stress, as they didn’t have to sneak in through the same circumstances, but almost definite combat. Neoplix, personally, was glad he got to be on the underground team.

It meant more Jedi killing, less sneaking, and less stress, overall a win from Neoplix’s perspective. And, it would mean he’d get to take catalyst’s job, at least temporarily, as the primary jab-thrower with Xirr. He was always interested in banter and making new allies.

He heard catalyst’s call, and slipped his helmet on, and slipped all his gear into the according pouches and containers. Popping his neck as he stepped out, he slung his blade over his shoulder, and pulled the cowl of his cloak up over his head. “Master. I am ready.” He knelt before catalyst. “Shall we proceed with the determination of these filthy Jedi?”

Tags:
Darth Catalyst
dice
Padawan4687
taciteoccultus
Darth Dreadwar

IC: Volk Kroker
Location: Noko’s Eye

Volk looked Elliot up and down and let out a short laugh and shook his head sliding over one of the drinks ignoring the little creature that he’d been trying to communicate with, assuming it was a pet of his., “Look, Buddy, If I know anything, it’s the sound an engine makes after a few dozen blaster shots make their way into your thruster port.” He leaned onto the counter with his head in his palm like he owned a chocolate factory, “and I know you did not come here for the Leaning Lantern’s famous ‘Nexu Piss’ beer.” Volk downed the liquor he had previously ordered and flipped the glass over onto the counter. “ So i'm willing to bet, that since you didn’t turn tail and run from Noko’s Eye, your ship is not capable of jumping from here, and you’re drinking because you don't have the credits to get it up and running again, Does that about sum things up?” He asked with a tilt of his head. Before He could answer Volk offered a friendly, but grease stained handshake, “Name’s Volk, and I'm a curious man, so I want to offer you a small deal. Tell me what your story is, How did you get here. And it may be worth your while.”

Volk continued, waving down the bartender for another drink, and some finger food, waffle sticks and syrup was a curious oddity to have here on Noko’s eye, not to mention expensive, but it made a good once in a while food choice, and it had been about a week since Volk indulged on something good.
Volshe, Lord Vassago, corinthia, sacarious
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IC: Trin and Volacius

Location- Sinister Sith Temple, Korriban



Moving into the temple behind Darth Malos, Trin’s eyes were caught by the carvings along the wall. One long fingered hand reached out to almost touch the wall and trail along less than a hair's breadth away from the looping whorls and angles of the intricate patterns as they moved further into the temple. With the luck they had been having, actually touching the wall would most likely trigger some kind of horrible undead death trap, so it was most likely best to avoid that.

Volacius on the other hand found the ostentatious decor to be off-putting; it was far too decadent for his blood, and while the Mirialan wasn’t opposed to material wealth nor to comfort, he felt such extravagance to be unnecessary. Even in his time as a mercenary, his primary goal in accumulating riches had been in the name of stability and survival. Any interest he harboured for it extended only to ensuring there were no deadly traps or vicious enemies hidden beneath their inviting exterior. He couldn’t sense any ambush, but the overwhelming darkness that saturated this inner section of the temple could easily be clouding his vision, and as such the young acolyte refused to let his guard down. After their encounter with the reanimated dead the previous night, Volacius was scared. He would never admit it, But he actually would have liked to return to the Academy to rest, and to collect reinforcements along with a proper archeological expedition team.

As they walked closer and closer to the doors, Trin felt the heavy darkness that haunted the compound more strongly than she had anywhere else. The desire to leave and take that rest and return was tugging at the pampered noblewoman, but Trin didn’t feel that option had been offered in a serious way. Finding out that the doors were locked, while anticlimactic, wasn’t entirely upsetting for Trin, at least.

The return of energy if not humor to Lord Malos’ voice was slightly reassuring, but Trin still didn’t know if he was completely well. His offer was… interesting. Splitting up could in fact cover more ground, but it had taken all four of them to face each foe they had met so far- wouldn’t any guardians of the Temple’s secrets be worse where the darkness felt the worst? Trin tried to push the thoughts of her Irridonian peers “horror holos” out of her mind, the Zabrak drew her ice back more firmly around her heart before speaking.

“My vote is for sticking together, and checking the dorms first. We are already not at full strength, further weakening the party could be fatal. If they kept Kento here, there may be signs in the dorm.”

“Agreed,” Volacius added. He had come to the same conclusion with much the same reasoning behind it, however deep down, buried beneath all the logic and experience, the fear of facing more undead by himself drove his decision-making process, immediately giving him a bias towards remaining as a group.


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Tagset- Sinister Sith

IC: Samael
Location: Raider Class Corvette, En Route to Yavin

They had been summoned. Samael stood from his meditation, the flames surrounding him dissipated as he made his way to the bridge. One of the members from his group was already there, but not his new Master yet.

Samael approached Neoplix before realizing he seemed to be speaking to Lord Catalyst, to which he shied away from to give them privacy. I wonder how close they really are. I hope we can all be friends. He was getting excited again at the thought of making friends, a big smile crossed his face as he began to give off enormous amounts of heat around him. As he began to see scorch marks around him he realized he lost control again and calmed himself, though the smile remained.

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TAGSET: Yavin

IC: Commander Raze
Rishi

Raze kept up the rear as they moved through Raider’s Cove. The heat was awful but Raze could tolerate it. He just hoped to be inside somewhere soon. The rest of the group seemed OK and ready. As they approached the building called the Blooming Lotus, they picked up another member. He was a Sith Zabrak and he gave off a “come at me bro” vibe that Raze didn’t wanted any part of. But Raze then thought, “I’m glad he’s part of our group.”

This was an interesting new member as Dr Jano welcomed him but there were no introductions. He knew us obviously but we didn’t know him. This only meant another group leader had joined us. Dr. Jano was full of surprises as they gained entry to the Blooming Lotus rather easily. With a ragtag group like this, who would be suspicious? But with a name like the Blooming Lotus, who cared. Raze had hopes there was a blooming lotus on the appetizer menu.

Raze surveyed the establishment and eyed the door to the backroom as the only escape point besides the front door. He kept his head on swivel as they all walked up to the bar. The commander in him wanted to speak up and give advice, or instructions but he had to leave that to Dr. Jano. She was the leader. So far they were doing good but it all seemed awkward. Who would think it was odd for a group of misfits all huddled up to a bar after they all walked in together? Raze thought to himself, “Who cares as long as Jano is paying for the beverages and snacks?”

Raze leaned close to the bartender and ordered his drink, “Give me whatever you have with the highest alcohol content. And also, can I have…” Raze them did a sign with his hand lowered so only he and the bartender could see. It was a gesture for a death stick. The bartender stood back and looked at Raze with an angry offput expression.

Raze was all too familiar with the body language and the theatrics needed for this exchange. His group members looked at him strangely too. Raze threw a couple words at them too, “She didn’t say no appetizers.”

The bartender returned with the drink, which the bartender called, Ever-rot. The smell was nauseating but Raze did not care and took the drink from the bar. The bartender then casually handed Raze the other thing he asked for. He quickly tucked it in his gauntlet and he caught Dr Jano’s eye. He just said to her, “I’ve been rethinking my life and you have to know life is full of surprises.” He winked and moved back into position behind his group.

Again Dr. Jano got them further entry into the backdoor Sabacc game. Again they all walked together like a gaggle of penguins. This is where Cash was hiding. This is where they would begin their mission of infiltration. Raze hoped everyone had their game faces on because it was about to go down. But the big Maelibus’ horns dug into the ceiling. What a smooth move, coming from the new group in the bar that everyone was eyeing and now they were face-to-face with the gang leader, Cash Moheji. It shouldn’t have been a problem but interrupting a sabacc game was disrespect. Why didn’t they know that? It wasn’t about money unless you were about to throw down the biggest lump of coin on the table. Raze knew this was the moment.

Cash Moheji said with a smirk, “What could you possibly offer me?” The next move was critical. Raze stood silent and waited for Dr. Jano to reply but then Raze heard Dorrian speak.

It sounded like he was auditioning. Dorrian wasn’t the leader but it seemed like he was meeting the challenge head on. Raze was unsure of what to do next, but this was a group thing and they had to show solidarity. Raze then continued to stay silent but he motioned to his katana on his left hip. He pulled it out with his right and did a quick swirl and twirl and then let it dance between his fingers before he restored it back to his belt clip. That was Raze’s answer to the question of what could they offer. Raze stepped back and looked at Jano for approval. While was doing the sword twirl with his right hand, he had his moment to work with his left behind his back as he disconnected the bulb from the holo-projector in his gauntlet and then inserted the death stick to gerry-rig his gauntlet for a one-shot flamethrower.


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Tagset: Rishi

"I agree," the old man said, referring to Hyde's eagerness to get this over with without the interruption of any more illusions. He observed the stone of the main door, noting the blood-red veins that had been created as a result of him placing the holocron within. However, half of the door remained unlit, and therefore immovable.
"There may be another one of those holocrons in this tomb," Zul'tar surmised. "If we find it, we might be able to open this door. Perhaps our companions have found it on the other side. Let us regroup with them."

The duo, shaken by their encounter with the illusionary spider, began to make their way to the other side of the tomb once again. Zul'tar gave a closer look to the display case that held the enchanted vibroblades from before. He noticed the five colored buttons now: red, yellow, green, blue, and violet. Perhaps there was a way to open this case and retrieve the weapons within?
"Want to take a crack at this?" the Dathomirian asked. "We could use those blades if we fight something that isn't an illusion."


It seemed that, just seconds after the pair of Dynami and Callistra shook hands, the stone statues came to life. Perhaps they were waiting for an opportune moment, like when the Devaronian had put away her blasters…
Striking quickly, the three sentinels dashed towards the two, one slashing downwards at the Sith acolyte and another trying to impale Dynami against the wall. The third kept back, its greatsword at the ready, in case either of its companions met fierce resistance.

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