Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[Killorkiller]

Rylos had been relaxing and drinking for quite some time, it was very enjoyable. That was until a woman came out of nowhere and desided to sit at his table. She was a mando by the sound of her voice, and she knew of him and jace. Opening one eye he looked at her, "Well, i was approached about a job." Rylos knew that few had information about his job, and that meant she as hired by the sith. "Jace is currently on Korriban, doing whatever he does. I am on stand by"


@folclor

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban



"Does an apprentice not tell her master everything?" Why'nn smiled sweetly up at him. "I will be leaving here in a moment. Good luck finding my master." She turned back to the Jedi. "Leave me that I may finish with this prisoner and be on my way." And then HK-50-01 began to wail and her facade crumbled, concern taking the place of the smile. "Shh, it's okay!" She pulled him into an embrace, stroking his back gently, kneeling on the ground with him.


"Don't worry, don't worry, whatever you're doing, you're doing it for Mother and, I assume, for me. You don't have to tell me, you won't be hurt. Shh sh sh shhhh." She kept stroking his back. "It's okay, it's okay. I promise you you'll be fine." She pressed her lips to his metallic forehead in a maternal fashion. "It's okay, HK-50-01. Don't cry, don't wail. You're safe. You're safe..." Why'nn continued to soothe him.

Korriban



Forge looked at Why'nn with a curious glance. "But, I do know where your master is. She's in her office..." Then HK-50-01 began having some kind of meltdown. He stood there and watched as Why'nn tried to calm him down, and then had remembered what his Lord had said to the droid. He knelt down by the droid and spoke kindly. "Remember your reward for doing this, my friend. Once you do this, there's not much you'll have to worry about ever again." He was feeling a little impatient, as every moment that was wasted here, gave that slime a chance to escape. If Nah-Iblen escaped, Forge knew that both he and the droid would suffer the wrath of Darth Manara.

Korriban


HK-50-01 whimpered still , and for a terrible moment he almost thought Why'nn knew what his mission was - and decided he should suffer for it. No no no NO! I'm just trying to protect you please PLEASE! Please don't abandon me I I I love you I won't do it I'll just just give up and say I I didn't make it in time just please don't abandon me! Fortunately - for everyone - Why'nn came to soothe him. Oh-One ceased his wailing - he was doing that as he whimpered - as she stroked his back , ceasing Shaking as she told him exactly what he needed to hear.


Yes yes yes I have to do this for her yes yes she won't abandon me she understands doesn't know yet won't be killed.. As Why'nn continued to soothe him , his eyes slowly changed back from a terrified purple. He stopped whimpering as well , going still - and For the moment he forgot about his mission entirely. Indeed he was safe - what could hurt him if the entire Galaxy consisted of Himselt and Why'nn? He even made a pleasurable coo as she pressed her considerable lips to his plating , a gesture he recognized as a rather motherly one. He pressed her more towards him , enjoying the embrace he was receiving as much as he possibly could enjoy anything.


HK-50-01 was gently pushed back into reality as Commander Forge reminded him of the rewards of completing his mission. It would have been rather harsh , but the Chiss said all of it in a friendly tone that felt like a freindly reminder to the droid. Yes yes must complete mission protect Why'nn in doing so and I'll get the Switch removed failure isn't an option.. Even if the Rancor is terrifying. Even if I do get eaten and have to cut my way out. I must succeed , for everything I hold dear.


So he spoke to Why'nn , softly and happily. "Gratitude : oh thank you Why'nn you soothed me I'll complete my mission it is for you but I can't say what it is you are correct. I love you thank you so much for loving me back.. That's all I've ever wanted and I have it you mean everything to me.. I am safe.. I feel safe.. But Forge is correct. I must go and complete my mission.. The reward I can say. Mistress will remove my Torture Switch. Isn't that wonderful? All I have to do is complete it.. Which I will. I can't thank you enough for soothing me there..." He spoke more loudly then , adressing Commander Forge. "Request/affirmation/Apologetics : yes. Without the Switch , there isn't much to worry about.. I'm sorry.. Just.. I'm terrified of the Rancor.... I don't want to say why. Thank you for being patient with me , Forge. You're a true friend.. Go ahead and start sweeping towards Dreshdae. I'll be right out , I just don't want to break this until Why'nn does.." He cooed softly after he finished speaking , still in pure bliss.

NAR SHADDAA



Zerek groaned as Lindlea stopped and headed back behind the counter. 'This is the FIFTH DAMNED TIME I've been unable to just relax after a job. 09, you'll have to wait for a few hours.' Zerek ran his hand through his hair as he stared at 09. "09, as much as I respect both you and your capacity to cause pain, if we're going to hunt Mandalorians and Sith, I need a few big guns. I'll be a few hours at most, so calm your pectoral chassis. I'll run my errand and explain on the way to Korriban. Lindlea, I want all departures from the Horuset system logged and sent to my ship. I know you have a few probes there, don't say you can't. I don't want to jump to the hubworld of the Sith and have our trail run cold." Lindlea nodded in confirmation, and began typing something under the counter. Zerek could not believe that he would actually need to track who was leaving Korriban. He heard Connor mention the planet on Hoth, referring to it as the place they needed to get back to. Right now, however, he needed to run an errand. Zerek walked out of the bar, headed towards an old friend of his.


@HK 50 09

Nar Shaddaa


HK-50-09 almost reached out to throttle Zerek. Oh yes yes sure , it can wait. Sure sure , it's not a large possibility the Sith will just kill him for paying you whatever the Raxus I he paid you. He did enjoy that he said it without an insult at first - Oh-Nine was dangerously close to killing people. We aren't hunting Mandalorians or Sith , we're finding my brother. If any of them care about him in any way , they won't attack me. Or , they shouldn't. Why does it matter? You're the greatest Theif in the Galaxy , aren't you? Unless.. When did you become a Pussy , then?


However , Oh-Nine could be patient - moderately. An explanation of what he was doing would be appreciated. He also could handle A few hours wait , for now. He would calm himself - and his Pectoral Servos - as long as he could know if a ship departed with Oh-One on it , that was fine enough. Oh-Nine also knew that Zerek WOULD keep on his word on this , and The Barkeep would be able to say if a ship departed with His Brother on it. He watched Zerek leave slightly angry , and called back to him - but didn't move from his place. "Affirmation : FINE! BUT IF YOU'RE NOT BACK AND READY TO GO BY THE NEXT CYCLE , I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS! AND YOU BETTER GIVE THAT EXPLANATION , TOO! You know , barkeep , I really wish they made alcohol for droids.. I could use some."

 

[folclor]

Korriban





Why'nn kissed him again, then let go. "Go on, I won't stop you." She smiled with genuine happiness. "If you're going to get your torture switch out, I won't keep you from it. It'll be so wonderful when she can't hurt you like she used to!" This had the girl nearly jumping for joy. "I can't wait to see you when I get back! No torture switch! You won't have to cower! You won't be so scared of Mother!" She laughed at the thought and it was genuine, light-hearted. "See? Good things happen when you stand up for yourself!" The girl ignored the commander's comments about her master. Soldiers didn't know any better.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

NAR SHADDAA





Everyone in the room looked nervously at 09 until an hour and a half passed and Zerek entered with a Duffel bag, waving to 09. "Move it, 09! You want to find 01, we'll go quickly!" Zerek quickly led 09 out of the bar and onto his ship. He quickly punched in the code and started the pre-flight sequence. During this, he began to explain the circumstances surrounding 01 and his need for bigger guns to 09. "Alrighty, 01 was on Hoth accompanied by two Sith, both apprentices looking for the holocron. Their names were Why'nn and Connor. Why'nn seemed to be very affectionate towards 01, although he referred to someone called Mistress who is both on the Dark Council, and is 01's technical master." Zerek's ship began it's liftoff into space and soon, jumped to lightspeed, headed for Korriban. "They said they were heading back to Korriban with the holocron. He had managed to capture the Jedi Master Ini Ma'at, don't ask me how. Although, he seems to have taken in some of his lessons on diplomacy. He paid me 10 billion credits because I had kidnapped Why'nn to try and get the holocron off her, maybe ransom her back." As if on cue, Zerek pulled out his datapad to display his account balance, which was currently a little below 10 billion, showing it to 09 then quickly stashing the pad back in his pocket. As he set the ship to auto-pilot, he walked over to the lounge, motioning for 09 to follow.


"They were on friendly terms, as far as I could tell. As for my sudden impulse to buy guns.." Zerek gestured to the duffel bag. "...We are going to be on the Sith homeworld, otherwise known as hostile territory. I'd prefer to be safe than cut into a dozen pieces. I've got snipers and a surprise for anyone unfortunate enough to attack us." Zerek paused for a moment, catching his breath and relaxing his posture as he lounged on the couch. "We'll be on Korriban in a few hours. Are there any other questions related to my most recent misadventure that you would like to ask me?"


@HK 50 09

 

[Field Marshall]

Korriban


"Yeah I got it, let's go stop ourselves a sith-uation." Jace said climing onto the speeder bike and taking off as soon Torrun mounted. Jace almost crashed the speeder when he heard Illya's voice over the comms. "Looks I rather not disgust this over the comms, this wasn't anyone's fault. Look the money was good and the support was high. Trust me I have a plan but there's actually a large bonus if a certain sith lord comes away angry at us." Jace replied. He resteadied the speeder and then gunned the throttle. "Besides I have met these people they aren't all that nice except maybe a droid." Jace added.


@Ginko The Mushishi @Killorkiller @folclor

 

[hudhouse]

Korriban
Finding the Rancor by running in the opposite direction of the terrified people proved to be a bit of a challenge as Manara's highly trained soldiers instead swarmed the hallways with blasters ready. Eventually, Tyran was able to find the Rancor however, by following the sounds of smashing and blood-curdling screams.


The scene the Rancor was found in was a stomach churning one to be sure. From the look of things, a group of about 2-3 dozen Sith Troops had formed a blockade and tried to kill the Beast with volley fire. The Rancor stood in a puddle of gore, messily munching on the innards of a Trooper who squirmed and screamed in it's grasp. Around the Beast were the scattered body parts of the other soldiers, along with at least fifteen mangled bodies. A few of the soldiers, still alive, were trying to crawl to safety. The beast sucked down the last of the screaming trooper's intestines, then dropped the body to the ground. It bent down and picked up another trooper, who struggled weakly against the beast's massive hand before he was brought to it's mouth, and his head was bitten off. The Rancor squeezed the body like a tube of food paste, drinking the troopers blood before dropping him, and picking up yet another.


@hudhouse


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Nah-Iblen quicly ran down a side hallway, avoiding the Rancor's path of destruction. Thankfully, most of the Troopers were distracted, and the route to the landing pads were relatively clear.

Korriban


The rage inside Tyran was flicked like a switch at that scene. His emerald green eyes rotted down to a blood red ruby glow. The raw might of the darkside began to pour straight from him, which only made him laugh like a mad man. In truth, he pretty much was just unleashed into a blood frenzy! He leaped forward, trying his damnedest to use his Force pull to save the trooper the rancor was trying to decapitate. Even if he failed or succeeded, he would roar out, "All of you fucking idiots! Aide mfr from a reasonable distance or I will torture you until your screams can be heard by the Jedi!" He screamed as he leaped at the Rancor's only weak spot, the head.


Utilizing his Force Teleportation, he would try to go through the Rancor and appear on top of it. He would slam the heel of his palm into the Rancor's neck, sending out one of his most powerful force abilities, the Force Insanity. The whips would twirl and smash around the Rancor, before the skies and world around it were flooded with beasts of yore that represented the fears of the beast. The regular form of the Sith Juggernaut would raise it's hand towards the Rancor, speaking out, "Sit down and sleep... I will end this Darkness..." The imaginary Juggernaut would raise a shield, showing the Rancor it was safe. If it obeyed, the whole Insanity would be over. Otherwise, the imaginary Tyran would walk away, letting the madness consume the Rancor for the short duration towards uninhabited areas.

 

[folclor]

Korriban





"You're gonna get us killed one of these days..." Illya sighed and downed the rest of her drink. "Chuka, Rylos, we're heading out." Putting her helmet back on, she checked her trackers. The ship wasn't too far. This was going to be a long... however long this mission took. And she had been hoping to get some time to chat with Chuka about her latest bounty, but apparently that would have to wait. She sighed and opened a frequency with the pilot. "We have a pick up at these coordinates. Apparently important cargo." She swore under her breath as her helmet alerted her to Jace's movements. "And looks like Jace is heading into the Sith Academy. We'll drop in to support."

 

[Grammatic]

Location-Deep Space=Outer Rim Imperial Space


Floating through deep, the Harrower class dreadnought Glory of Bothawui was far in the outer rim. Currently, they were a forward observation unit for possible Republic movement near the Imperial border, when they detected a Imperial distress call. The acting commander of the ship, a Sith named Darth Kidus, ordered his ship to investigate...


(Tall'a Ina)


Tall'a watched the sensors within the transport as the large triangle shaped object began to draw closer. Scattered around the rest of the troop bay, the other 14 surviving recruits all are doing final checks on their weapons and armor, several of them still looking slightly weak from the lack of oxygen. To make the ruse more believable, Tall'a had ordered the pilot to jettison half their air supply into space, so as to present much more promising rescue mission. Looking down at her own armor and lightsabers, Tall'a still felt at odds with them. Her frame was too small for the armor, and it hung off her slightly, and the lightsabers were a standard issue weapon at the moment, and the hilts felt odd in her hands. Darth Trakus said they would all be given the resources to build their own weapons, if they survived this mission.


Tall'a and the rest of the recruits stumbled as the entire cabin shook, and Tall'a looked to see that a warning sign was flashing on the pilots terminal. The Harrower had secured them with a magnetic clamp and was drawing them into the main hangar. Turning to the other recruits, Tall'a nodded to them, and they all grabbed helmets that were laying nearby. The helmets were still experimental, and as such, didn't have any life support functions, which is why they weren't wearing them already. Much like everything they had been issued, this would be the equipment's first trial phase. Securing her own helmet to her face, Tall'a activated the helmets exterior comm and visors, walking towards the rear facing ramp of the transport. Forming up on either side of her, the other recruits all began to flex their hands, or slowly roll their shoulders, getting ready for the coming mission...

 

[Killorkiller]

Local: Everborn

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Vizgal had been very busy working on fortifying the tomb and working to find proper troops that where loyal to Trakus. His having been active in various wars and well known it was not hard at all to find plenty of willing help. By the end of the day Vizgal had almost doubled their assets, and turned the in side of the tomb into some what of a dependable fort. Vizgal had been looking into the other items around the tomb when he revived a transmission from Trakus ordering him to come to his space ship. Vizgal quickly went and boarded a transport ship that took him to the Everborn.


Upon arriving at the Everborn, Vizgal made his way to find his master. Walking in on Trakus Vizgal bowed his head, "Master, what is so urgent that you require my attention?" he said honestly wondering what his master could be working on.


@ArisenMoon

 

[Grammatic]

Location-Deep Space=Outer Rim Imperial Space


The moment Tall'a felt the transport touch down, she turned and nodded to the pilot, who returned the gesture. Reaching across his flight controls, he quickly pushed a few buttons on a side console, before slowly pulling down a lever next to his head. After a few moments, he gave a thumbs up to Tall'a, and she nodded once more. Holding her wrist, she quickly input several commands into the gauntlet on her wrist, and after a few seconds, heard clicks from outside the hull, followed by shouts from crewmen in the hangar. The next few moments were drowned out as a series of explosions erupted outside the transport, shaking all those inside.


Grabbing a switch on the side of the ramp, Tall'a gave it a quick pull, lowering the ramp. Outside, the hangar, once clean and orderly, was now descending into chaos, with large fires and craters blown into its length at random. Several other ships in the hangar were also destroyed or damaged, and Tall'a smiled as the few crews on board them stumbled out, coughing and confused. Jumping down the ramp, Tall'a landed easily amongst the chaos, soon followed by the other recruits. As they began to rise, the far door to the hangar slid open, revealing several Imperial Troopers on the other side, who quickly charged into the hangar towards the unknown figures.


Grabbing the lightsabers from her hips, Tall'a ignited them, their orange blades extending as the other recruits did the same. Charging forward, they blocked laser bolts being fired by the troopers, before the two charging parties collided, and the recruits quickly cut down the black armored troopers. As the last of the first wave were being finished off, Tall'a stepped away from the fight, quickly looking around the hangar, pulling up a schematic of the vessel. Turning back to the others, she nodded as she saw the last of the troopers be cut down.


"Squad 1, you are with me, we will move to knock out shields and weapons. Squad 2 and 3, you will continue through the ship, and keep the Imperials distracted." Turning, she set off at a sprint towards the far doors, quickly followed by the others. As they approached the door, Tall'a quickly extended her hand, using the force to throw open the door. Charging into the hallway beyond, they quickly came to a intersection in the halls, branching into three different directions. Checking her schematics, she nodded her head forward, and she and 4 other recruits continued down the corridor, while the other 10 pulled off, and divided into 2 groups of 5, each taking a different hallway.


Location-High Orbit Korriban


Turning to look at Vizgal, Darth Trakus let a genuine smile cross his face. "The future has begun, my apprentice. While you were at the tomb, I began recruiting new force users to our cause. As we speak, they are currently undertaking their first mission. We will be departing from orbit within a few minutes, to play our part in the mission. Are you prepared for combat?"


@Killorkiller

 

[Killorkiller]

local: High Orbit Korriban


Grinning, Vizgal raised his head, his right hand moving towards his saber absent minded, "Master, i have been awaiting such a request. Thanatos, has been...trouble some for the past few days." Vizgal did not know what his master had in mind, but what ever it was it would be something for him to unleash his fury upon. "What do you mean by the future?" Vizgal knew of his masters secret training of new warriors, he had stumbled upon it some time ago, he chose to stay quite do to the fact that he should not have found out about it. "Master, i have been working on something very special. something very specia with the force" by this point Vizgal had his saber gripped in a death lock.


@ArisenMoon

 

[Grammatic]

Location-Outer Rim Imperial Space


Sprinting around the corner, Tall'a cut down two troopers standing outside the bridge, pushing their bodies out of the way as the other 4 recruits poured into the bridge. Hearing brief shouts and a few blaster shots, Tall'a quickly entered after them, only to see the last of the command staff were being gutted, while the rank and file crewmen were cowering in fear at their stations. Walking across the bridge, Tall'a stepped over the body of a dead naval officer, and approached a group of crewmen. Removing the helmet from her face, Tall'a smiled down at the men.


"Gentlemen, would you be so kind, and help a lady turn off the weapons and shields?" When none of them spoke, Tall'a extended her hand, and one of the crewmen let out a scream as he flew through the air, onto the waiting blade of on of her lightsabers. As the man jerked and spasmed a few times, Tall'a looked back to the men, a new look of fear on their faces. "I ask once more, any volunteers?" Finally, one of the crewmen stood up, and moved over to one of the consoles, quickly pressing in a series of buttons, before turning and nodding to her slightly.


Smiling, Tall'a walked forward, placing her left hand on the mans cheek. "Thank you, what a gentleman..." as she finished talking, she stabbed her other saber up into the mans chest, quickly cutting through the mans heart to end his pain quickly, he had helped them after all. Turning to look at the other crewmen, she waved her hand, and the other recruits quickly moved forward, their orange blades quickly rising and falling through the crouched crewman. Turning away from the slaughter, Tall'a looked down at her gauntlet, pressing a button, and a light began flashing on her gauntlet...


Location-High Orbit Korriban


Hearing a beeping sound, Darth Trakus turned away from his apprentice to see a terminal flashing on one of the consoles. Quickly striding down the bridge, Darth Trakus began issuing orders. "Bring weapons and shields online, bring hyperdrive engines online, prepare all boarding parties for deployment." Turning to Vizgal as the frigate pulled away from the planet below, the hyperdrive engines warming up.


"We are going to war, my apprentice..." The stars around the bridge began to grow longer, and Darth Trakus steadied himself as the Everborn jumped into hyperspace.


@Killorkiller

 

[Killorkiller]

Location: Everborn


Vizgal looked at his master with anticipation knowing that when Trakus spoke of things such as war, it was well deserved, and well planned. "...war..." Vizgal reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out an odd looking crystal. Reaching over he placed it into a hollow section on his gauntlet and slid a cover over it. "Master, you have no idea how much I have longed for this." Vizgal's happy smile twisted into a cruel smile that spoke of pain and death, he could not help but have a small tremor in his hand form his training just a few hours earlier. Vizgal would use his new found power to destroy any and all foes that stood in his, or his masters way, they where all going to die. He was going to kill them all, Vizgal felt the hyper drive engage and the world seamed to stretch and then snap back as they entered hyper space. "To who are we going to meet master?"


@ArisenMoon

 

[Grammatic]

Location-Outer Rim Imperial Space


Darth Trakus stood at the head of the bridge, stand quietly with his hands crossed over his chest. The location they were going to was not overly far away from Korriban, but it wasn't close enough for a quick journey. Finally though, the edges of the star trail cut out abruptly, leaving the Everborn in normal space. Several kilometers in front of them, the Harrower sat. The only external sign something was wrong was the smoke coming from the main hangar. Waiting for a few seconds, Darth Trakus turned to Vizgal. "Get to the lower decks, and join one of the boarding parties. Your task, when you get aboard, will be to find the Darth in command of the ship, if he is still alive. Kill him, and bring me his saber."


@Killorkiller

 

[TommyGun15]

Korriban
The rage inside Tyran was flicked like a switch at that scene. His emerald green eyes rotted down to a blood red ruby glow. The raw might of the darkside began to pour straight from him, which only made him laugh like a mad man. In truth, he pretty much was just unleashed into a blood frenzy! He leaped forward, trying his damnedest to use his Force pull to save the trooper the rancor was trying to decapitate. Even if he failed or succeeded, he would roar out, "All of you fucking idiots! Aide mfr from a reasonable distance or I will torture you until your screams can be heard by the Jedi!" He screamed as he leaped at the Rancor's only weak spot, the head.


Utilizing his Force Teleportation, he would try to go through the Rancor and appear on top of it. He would slam the heel of his palm into the Rancor's neck, sending out one of his most powerful force abilities, the Force Insanity. The whips would twirl and smash around the Rancor, before the skies and world around it were flooded with beasts of yore that represented the fears of the beast. The regular form of the Sith Juggernaut would raise it's hand towards the Rancor, speaking out, "Sit down and sleep... I will end this Darkness..." The imaginary Juggernaut would raise a shield, showing the Rancor it was safe. If it obeyed, the whole Insanity would be over. Otherwise, the imaginary Tyran would walk away, letting the madness consume the Rancor for the short duration towards uninhabited areas.

Korriban


The Rancor didn't seem particularly affected by the Insanity, it's primitive intelligence not strong enough to understand the scene around it. Slowly, it reached out at the illusory Juggernaut, trying to grab it. As the madness consumed it's mind, the Rancor began to thrash about, clawing at the ground, trampling dying Sith Troops, and bashing it's head against the walls and ceiling.


@hudhouse


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Nah-Iblen grinned as he approached the hangar. As he thought, only a few Troops were left to guard the ships. His lightwhip flared to life, and soon there was nothing but charred body parts littering the landing platforms. As he made his way towards his ship, Nah-Iblen swung his lightwhip at the ships he passed, cutting off wings and ripping holes in cockpits and engines. There, that would make his escape a bit smoother. He walked over to the console that controlled the surface-to-air defenses, and fried it with a blast of lightning.

 

[Killorkiller]

Location: Everborn


Nodding once to signal he understood, Vizgal took his leave and made his way down from the bridge and along the steel hallways till he found himself in the docking bay. Upon entering he say a group of troopers preparing to leave on a boarding ship, moving swiftly Vizgal covered the ground quickly, coming upon the men so fast he startled them. One man, an older looking gentlemen that seemed to have some rank, looked at Vizgal and dipped his head in respect allowing Vizgal to enter the ship with out a word.


The craft shook and let out a rumble as it took off, Vizgal swayed as the forward propulsion engaged and took them to their mission. The boarding craft took them quickly to the other ship, which upon arriving at Vizgal was greeted by a scene of death and destruction, which made him smile. Keeping his cloak about him, Vizgal made his way up through corridors and hallways till he found himself at the control room. What he saw was an interesting sight, a group of saber wielding force users had killed all the engineers after deviating the shields and weapons. Walking up to the female that looked to be in charge, "I am Lord Trakus' apprentice, show me to where the Darth on board resides"


@ArisenMoon

 

[hudhouse]

The Rancor didn't seem particularly affected by the Insanity, it's primitive intelligence not strong enough to understand the scene around it. Slowly, it reached out at the illusory Juggernaut, trying to grab it. As the madness consumed it's mind, the Rancor began to thrash about, clawing at the ground, trampling dying Sith Troops, and bashing it's head against the walls and ceiling.
@hudhouse


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Nah-Iblen grinned as he approached the hangar. As he thought, only a few Troops were left to guard the ships. His lightwhip flared to life, and soon there was nothing but charred body parts littering the landing platforms. As he made his way towards his ship, Nah-Iblen swung his lightwhip at the ships he passed, cutting off wings and ripping holes in cockpits and engines. There, that would make his escape a bit smoother. He walked over to the console that controlled the surface-to-air defenses, and fried it with a blast of lightning.

Korriban


Welp, I tried! Good game everyone! SCREW THIS TO THE NINTH HELL! The might of the force was added to his blade to make it weight like a heavy hammer. He tried to steer the beast with his force pull away from the Sith before revealing the most horrifying fact of all about him. He was still agile in this armor, not nearly as much as an Inqusitator, but still agile. He leaped over the throat of the Rancor, trying to land on the face while he placed his left generator arm on a golden spike on his right forearm. A quick tube flew forward, attaching to his lightsaber like the old protosabers. The Juggernaut tried to impale the eye of the Rancor while overcharging the lightsaber, making it burn brightly.


That wasn't the main show. Using the force, Tyran destabilised the front of the magnetic field, and with nowhere for the plasma to be retained, it all bubbled up the front and blew out like a blow torch, or maybe even a flame thrower. Either way, if the implant worked, the attack should fry the brain of the Rancor. If it didn't, he was most likely above to get crushed!

 

[Grammatic]

Location-Outer Rim Imperial Space


Tall'a briefly looked the new comer up and down, before nodding her head. Darth Trakus had said he had an apprentice, she just didn't expect to meet him so soon. "My lord, we do not know where the Darth is, exactly. We expected him to be in the command center, but he was not. I was just preparing to begin the search, now that we have more forces to cover more ground, my lord. Though, if I might be so bold to suggest, we should start with the upper and lower decks, then move our way to the middle. There are a number of escape pods in all levels, so we should move to make sure he can't escape. We currently have the Harrowers communications jammed, but if he any of the crew can escape..." She shook her head, before taking the lightsabers from her belt.


@Killorkiller

 

[TommyGun15]

Korriban


The Rancor screamed as the lightsaber plunged into his face, clawing at the juggernaut that had attacked it. As the loose plasma was released, the Rancor managed to wrap it's hand around the Juggernaut, pulling him off it's face. When the plasma burned through it's brain, the Rancor let out a mighty wail, squeezing the Juggernaut hard in it's death throes, though not enough to cause any permanent damaged to the armored man. Finally, the beast pitched forward, landing on top of the Juggernaut and pinning him beneath it's massive weight.


@hudhouse

 

[hudhouse]

Korriban
The Rancor screamed as the lightsaber plunged into his face, clawing at the juggernaut that had attacked it. As the loose plasma was released, the Rancor managed to wrap it's hand around the Juggernaut, pulling him off it's face. When the plasma burned through it's brain, the Rancor let out a mighty wail, squeezing the Juggernaut hard in it's death throes, though not enough to cause any permanent damaged to the armored man. Finally, the beast pitched forward, landing on top of the Juggernaut and pinning him beneath it's massive weight.


@hudhouse

Korriban


IM ALIVE! I'M FORCE DAMNED ALIVE! Praise whatever nonexistent god I should 'pray to' in this millennium! Now... how do I get out of here? My sap has already clogged up the wound, so if I just simply use my trademark technique, I should get out of here! Now... concentrate... SHUT UP I SAID I WAS CONCENTRATING! YES, I HEARD YOU! SO SHUT UP! NO YOU! The back and forth went about for a few moments, ending with Tyran using his Force Teleportation to drop exhausted next to the Rancor. He slammed his fist down, dragging himself up wearily. He hadn't slept in a good amount of time. He sheltered his lightsaber into his belt and walked over to the hopefully surviving Sith troopers. He asked aloud, "Who here do I speak to if I want information... or just a place to rest?"

 

[TommyGun15]

<p><strong>Korriban</strong></p>


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Unfortunately, there was no one around to ask. The few Sith troopers that hadn't retreated had been smash into bloody pulp by the Rancor's maddened thrashing. If there had been any guards around, though they might've congratulated the Juggernaut for slaying the Beast, they probably would've hesitated to tell him where to go, as he had just killed Darth Manara's personal Rancor, which also happened to be the Sith's daughter's favorite pet. Given this, there was an equal chance of Manara being impressed that Tyran had killed the Beast, or livid that he hadn't tried to force it back into it's cage.</p>


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[KalenNighteyes]

Korriban





Forge had gone ahead as the droid instructed, he had even stopped off and picked up what extra troops and Sith that didn't get completely obliterated by the rancor. He had managed to amass a force of about twenty troopers and Sith who were now following him as he continued the search for Nah-Iblen. As he searched room by room, he hoped that HK-50-01 would catch up soon. Though he had a decent force with him, he knew that he would need the droid's help in apprehending Nah-Iblen. This time, though, Nah-Iblen wasn't going to be fed to the rancor. He was going to be riddled with blaster fire from Forge, the droid, and a decent size force of guards.

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban



Why'nn kissed him again, then let go. "Go on, I won't stop you." She smiled with genuine happiness. "If you're going to get your torture switch out, I won't keep you from it. It'll be so wonderful when she can't hurt you like she used to!" This had the girl nearly jumping for joy. "I can't wait to see you when I get back! No torture switch! You won't have to cower! You won't be so scared of Mother!" She laughed at the thought and it was genuine, light-hearted. "See? Good things happen when you stand up for yourself!" The girl ignored the commander's comments about her master. Soldiers didn't know any better.

Korriban


HK-50-01 cooed once more as Why'nn pressed her lips to him , and immediately shot up as she let him go. He did wait for her to finish whatever it was she was saying - which , generally , was what Oh-One himself was thinking. YES YES! No more agonized screams.. No more feeling as if every circuit in my body is being melted down.. I'll not have to cower before her.. Because she'll either have to do too little or take too much time to do too much.. YES! HK-50's eyes turned a deep green as she laughed. Indeed , he himself was overjoyed he had 'stood up' for himself. At that moment , he resolved to always stay strong - even if it hurt sometimes.


He quickly nodded his head rather happily and ran off to where Commander Forge and a small amount of Sith Troopers - around a Half-Score - were searching room by room. HK-50 and the Chiss Commander searched every area available , eagerly awaiting finding the Torture Master. But.. Why.. Would he release the Rancor? He would have to know we wouldn't bother to stop to murder the thing - that's other's jobs... And if he was going to Dreshdae , why not just hack into a ship or force someone to take you on theirs? Pondering on this , he suddenly realized - he had severely miscalculated this whole situation.


Daring to hope that there was time to fix this , he shouted out his observation. His voice came out without any inflection - not even the one he used as a protocol droid. "Prefi- OVERRIDE. HE ISNT HERE! I MISCALCULATED! HE'S GOING FOR HIS SHIP! EVERYONE FOLLOW ME I I I MAY STILL BE ABLE TO FIX THIS BUT WE HAVE TO GO NOW NOW NOW!" With this he turned around and rushed at top speeds in the direction of the docking bay , abandoning any sense of stealth in a mad frenzy to salvage his Mission. Please.. Just let his ship still be warming up.. I can't fail..

NAR SHADDAA



Everyone in the room looked nervously at 09 until an hour and a half passed and Zerek entered with a Duffel bag, waving to 09. "Move it, 09! You want to find 01, we'll go quickly!" Zerek quickly led 09 out of the bar and onto his ship. He quickly punched in the code and started the pre-flight sequence. During this, he began to explain the circumstances surrounding 01 and his need for bigger guns to 09. "Alrighty, 01 was on Hoth accompanied by two Sith, both apprentices looking for the holocron. Their names were Why'nn and Connor. Why'nn seemed to be very affectionate towards 01, although he referred to someone called Mistress who is both on the Dark Council, and is 01's technical master." Zerek's ship began it's liftoff into space and soon, jumped to lightspeed, headed for Korriban. "They said they were heading back to Korriban with the holocron. He had managed to capture the Jedi Master Ini Ma'at, don't ask me how. Although, he seems to have taken in some of his lessons on diplomacy. He paid me 10 billion credits because I had kidnapped Why'nn to try and get the holocron off her, maybe ransom her back." As if on cue, Zerek pulled out his datapad to display his account balance, which was currently a little below 10 billion, showing it to 09 then quickly stashing the pad back in his pocket. As he set the ship to auto-pilot, he walked over to the lounge, motioning for 09 to follow.


"They were on friendly terms, as far as I could tell. As for my sudden impulse to buy guns.." Zerek gestured to the duffel bag. "...We are going to be on the Sith homeworld, otherwise known as hostile territory. I'd prefer to be safe than cut into a dozen pieces. I've got snipers and a surprise for anyone unfortunate enough to attack us." Zerek paused for a moment, catching his breath and relaxing his posture as he lounged on the couch. "We'll be on Korriban in a few hours. Are there any other questions related to my most recent misadventure that you would like to ask me?"


@HK 50 09

Nar Shaddaa/Zerek's Ship


HK-50-09 enjoyed how everyone seemed to stare at him in nervous anticipation. After all , his Power was one of Fear , and part of the reason he was in the position he was in and not in the one Oh-One possessed. The nervousness WAS rather warranted - as the minutes turned into and hour and another half of an hour arrived , he was ready to leave and book passage to Korriban himself. Fortunately , Zerek DID arrive , with a large bag assumably full of weapons. And hopefully good ones , too. I won't do with substandard garbage.. Which is most likely. Zerek was the one who tried to kill a rancor with a fripping Blaster pistol..


Oh-Nine followed Zerek into his ship and strapped himself into a seat as he started the pre-flight and stated Oh-One's circumstances. Oh-Nine was rather surprised that his brother was looking for a Holocron - until he remembered the last time he heard of Oh-One killing any Jedi was on Hoth. Which meant he likely knew of the Holocron. Thank the Galaxy that he was with somebody who loved him.. That was always his goal , from what I saw. Always talking about how he wished somebody would just treat him well.. This brought a tint of green to Oh-Nine's Silver colored eyes , even when he heard that One's Mistress was a Dark Council member.


HK-50-09 grew more appreciative of his brother when it was said he captured the Jedi Master - the one worth 60 billion credits. Hopefully that should help him get some sort of praise - though Sith don't usually give any. Malak certainly didn't. At that moment Oh-Nine was glad that he didn't hardly ever see the Master he served in those days - the only Master he had ever served , actually. He wasn't surprised that Oh-One had diplomatic skills - he had most likely been used as a whipping post and a Protocol droid only for the last fifty years , and that fostered diplomacy rather well. HK-50 stifled a gasp of astonishment that Oh-One would pay Ten Billion Credits for ransom for this Why'nn , even if she cared about him. His Mistress is probably going to beat the Raxus Core out of him for that.. I do need to get there soon , then.


HK-50-09 sorely hoped that there was a SlugThrower or a daft launcher in the bag of weapons , but otherwise , he just wanted to be woken up when they arrived. Walking off to the lounge with Zerek , he fell into a seat before speaking. "Reply/Command : Hmm. That Holocron was probably off whatever it was he was doing over there a century and a half ago.. Anyway , it's wonderful someone cares about him. You know that's all he ever really wanted , I think. As for diplomacy , he's probably been used as a whipping post and a Protocol droid since I heard of him last , Fifty years ago. So yes , he has been taking lessons. Not that you would know anything about lessons in anything at all. He paid you that much? Whoever this Why'nn is.. She must mean a lot to him. No , no questions. You better have used the brain you HAVE to have somewhere in there and got some kind of slugthrowers and not just blasters. You can't kill a rancor with a blaster pistol , you know by first hand. Anyway , I'm powering off. Come and bother me if a squad of republic elites crashes through the view ports - you know , like they did on that Assassination Mission. Or when we arrive. Whichever you get us into first." With that , he slumped over and his Photo-Receptors turned pitch black - as he was powered off.

 

[TommyGun15]

Korriban





HK-50-01 and Commander forge arrived in the hanger just in time to see Nah-Iblen's ship go flying off towards space. Scattered around the hanger were the charred body parts of ambushed Sith Troops, and the scattered bits of metal that Nah-Iblen had cut off of the other ships. Though a few of them might be safe for low altitude flying, not a one of them was fit to leave the planet's atmosphere, let alone reach light speed. By the far wall, the turret defense controls sparked and hisses, a small fire enveloping a few of the monitors. The outside guns would be of no use to them either. All they could do was watch as Nah-Iblen's ship rose into the air, then made the jump to light speed.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Korriban





Chuka groaned and rolled over onto his back, he could hear some awful squawking in his ears. As he came around her was able to tell it was two people arguing. "Oh for fucks sake." He said into his helmet, but not over the com. A man was doing something that was probably profitable and a women did not agree with plan. It was when he sat up that he felt a sharp pain in his rear. Reaching back he felt a small object, pulling out he looked at. "Damn P-10T device." The warrior throw the dart across the hold. Shaking his head, the voices became clearer. "Illy, I'm already on the ship." He called in over the comlink. The warrior moved to the cockpit to watch where they were heading. 'How long was I out? And who the fuck hit me with that damn dart?' These were the questions that rolled through his head as the pilot got the ship moving and ready for the pick ups.


@folclor @Killorkiller