Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Corbos


Tyran stood there on Corbos, his new powers honed to as powerful as an edge as he can. Most others in his fellow forces could simply buy the scrolls and holograms and learn the spell or force powers that very instant! Now here he stood, holding a Holocron that would destroy the Jedi Worlds if he fully utilized them properly. Tyran did not know it, but he held the first chronical in the Book of Sith which would exist almost 4 thousand years later. He raised up the Book of Sith and read from the journal. It was a copy, but it was one of the original copies for the laboratory.


Tyran unleashed his Sith power all over the planet if he could have. Leviathan's around him awoke, war beasts that fed off the very force. Ten of the atrocities smashed through the Earth to claim his soul. He unleashed the Amulet's wrath, strengthening his magic to infuse all of the beasts with sentience. They all stared straight at him before Tyran roared out, "I will feed you on Jedi tell you are full of knowledge and strength! I will feed you on Sith so that you can get revenge on the universe. I simply need to find a location... and your help." A single purple Leviathan lead the pack. It roared out demands with Tyran's telepathy, which were quickly met. The beasts roamed away, hunting for other dens to wake their brothers and sisters. Tyran smashed the generator to the Laboratory, activating it. He walked on to his communications relay.


Tyran roared out to the galaxy, "REQUESTING THE LOCATION OF SITH LORD NAH-IBLEN! FINAL PREPARATIONS FOR THE SIEGE ON TETEN ARE PREPARED TO BE UNLEASHED!"
 
Mandalorian Ship


Illya sighed. No, she didn't feel like talking to Davoosi right now. She moved to follow him. As she approached the refresher she removed her clothes, seeing him already inside. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, climbing in anyway. She smirked, drawing near him. "I decided we can wait to contact Davoosi. I feel like not being more angered right now."


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Korriban


Diving to the side, Ryols quickly spun back around, watching as the slug raced through where he just was. Raising his dual blaster pistols, he fired three shots into the back of the creatures head, watching as it crumbled to the ground. Rising to his feet, he dusted off the dirt he had begun to accumulate during the extended assignment. Turning around, he had to jump back as a slug spitter shot a wad of what he assumed was acid at him. Pulling a knife from his pocket, he gave it a quick flick, and the slug crumbled to the ground.


Walking forward, he pulled the blade from the corpse as he descended into the next level of the tomb, passing several huge crates full with hundreds upon thousands of slug eggs. Scattered around, Sith soldiers gunned down any slugs that tried to save their eggs, while servants carried the eggs themselves into the containers. Once a container was full, a stasis field was activated, ensuring the eggs would not hatch, as that crate was lifted out of the tomb.


Over the course of several days, Ryols and his troops had been able to gather thousands of eggs, taken to a place even he was not aware of. Hearing more screeching from above, Ryols sighed in agitation. These things just wouldn't quit...
 
Mandalorian Ship


Chuka opened his eyes and looked to Illya as she spoke and stepped in close to him, grinning at her. "Not at all." He reached over to the console and deactivated the sonicd activating the water, set for a comfortably hot shower. "That sounds like a very good plan." Offering her the bottle of rye he'd been enjoying. Letting the water run over his back and shoulders.


@folclor
 
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Illya took the bottle and drank deeply before placing it outside and moving to him, pulling him in close and kissing him deeply. Under the water, her eyes closed and she barely stopped to take a breath. This was what she needed. She hoped this was what he needed, too.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
Mandalorian Ship


Smiling as she set the bottle aside, his hands went to her hips as she stepped in and kissed him. He closed his eyes and returned it with equal passion, the water running over both of them. This was something he hadn't realized was missing from his life. She was his equal.


@folclor
 
Korriban-Forward Operating Base


The old tomb was filled with activity. With its proximity to the nearby Academy, it was only a matter of time before the base was discovered. Striding through the crowd, Darth Trakus issued orders to the soldiers and workers around the tomb. In the largest chamber, the numerous containers filled with slug eggs were carted into an underground tunnel, to be taken to the final operating position. Darth Trakus could only watch and wait as the final preparations were put in place to begin his long awaited plans.


Standing near him, Ryols quietly cleaned the large slug blood stains from his armor, as well as his assorted weapons spread out before him on the floor. Pausing in his work, Ryols raised his hand to his helmet, briefly listening to a transmission from the guards at the entrance of the tomb. Nodding, he cut the line, rising to his feet and moving to Darth Trakus's side. "Sir, the contact is here."


Smiling, Darth Trakus nodded and turned to exit the main chamber, entering a series of smaller chambers and tunnels, making his way to meet the being he had heard so much about...


@Constantin
 
Korriban


Almost immediately after arriving on Korriban HK-51 received contact from many Sith individuals. He supposed that the underhanded type of people that they were had an endless supply of opportunities for a droid like him. He skipped through the messages on his personal hologram device, stopping on one that was left by a particularly sadistic looking individual. It was a Sith Lord by the name of Darth Trakus. Trakus hinted at a destructive mission of sorts, he suggested that HK check his stockpile of explosives before coming to meet him, if he were to accept the mission. When he heard that HK's behavior protocols nearly forced him to scoff, did this Trakus know what HK-51 was?


Fifty-One accepted the mission and went to the coordinates that were listed on the holo-tape. Once he arrived there, hooded acolytes took him into an ancient tomb deep underground. It was a dark and ominous place, were it not for the soldiers and laborers HK would have predicted that some manner of massive beast lived here. His dimly lit eyes scanned the area with interest, his idling processes hummed in ambience as he awaited a meeting with this so-called Darth Trakus. He had experience in dealing with the Sith, he understood their basic principles and behaviors. Whenever HK felt that his usefulness to Trakus was beginning to wane, that was when he would make his relocation to another employer.


Finally, the acolytes left him alone at the entrance of a tunnel that presumably lead to the main area of the tomb. 'As they were in life, so they are in death', HK thought about the Sith. The notorious of their kind always loved being buried in grandiose underground tombs that would become filled with horrid creatures and dangerous passages. Trakus emerged from the Tunnel alone with a sinister grin on his face. HK could almost wretch at the expression, not that the man was overly hideous for a meatbag, but HK felt that all expressions of happiness or excitement from any meatbag were disgusting and reprehensible. "Statement: Darth Trakus, I presume." HK-51's voice was typically robotic and coarse, like his older cousins.


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Korriban
HK-50-09 felt a spark of anger rekindle as Zerek used one of his speech indicators. Blast , Zerek! I only use those because I can't fripping get rid of the damn things. Well.. And because its TradeMark ME , but that's besides the point.. Oh-Nine was somewhat embarrassed he had made an assumption - but , this time , he didn't let any of this (in his opinion) Weakness show. It's already bad enough I let these two see that I can be surprised by unexpected events..


HK-50-09 was doubly annoyed that his Organic - Fleshsack and Liquidiois one was used if he DIDNT enjoy the person (Which , admittedly , counted every sentient except Zerek and various droids) - Brother hadnt understood what he had said. Raxus Core , I meant Ten for EACH of us you Fleshy Idiot! Just like when I said we should take the laser turrets.. I didn't mean we should BOTH take the damned turrets! And I certainly didn't mean I could FLY , either!


The re-angered Assassin Droid ignored Zerek's request , waiting for Not-Why'nn to speak. GREAT! Why'nn is this Manara's daughter. She probably hurts him too , and she just covers it with being kind and enthusiastic. RAXUS! Maybe she just doesn't do it as harshly because of inexperienced , youthful ignorance or just because she wants to use him. Death's Namw , as if that's not happened to him before! His blade shot out - a sign of anger for Oh-Nine - and this displeasure almost made him miss the next part of the statement , one that made his eyes snap back to blood red.


Skipping the usual process of thinking through what he was about to say , he spoke as soon as she was finished. "Displeasure/Demand : Oh , I walked in on a good day? HA! You're the lucky one - lucky that I didn't initiate protocols the moment I walked in! I damn well should since you admitted you torture him , DARTH Manara. The people they give that Title to.. Back in the days of the TRUE Sith Empire , only the ruling Sith and his or her apprentice had that title. And my companion is being an idiot , as Fleshsacks - pardon me , organics - usually are. I meant 10 billion for EACH of us - that's 20 billion in case you can't complete simple problems. Oh.. Yes.. Oh-One - the Oh-One you dislike for.. Why is it you dislike him , anyway? He probably does every little thing you ask him to , doesn't he? Anyway , HK-50-01 is bringing the head , Not myself - I'm going to make sure his blasted switch gets removed if I have to remove it with a rusty fusion cutter.. It's just easier on HIM if you sanction it. Are we Agreed NOW , Manara? I certainly hope we are.. I'd rather not have to be more.. persuasive."

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Manara rolled her eyes at the two in front of her. She was in no mood to argue the issue of paying stupid and greedy mercenaries amounts of money they have no business having. Manara put a hand up to her temple and rubbed it, feeling annoyed. "Fine. Twenty billion. Again, nothing until the job is done. That point is non-negotiable. Do the job and you'll be paid." With a sigh at HK-50-09's question, she continued. "It is not about dislike. He had never shown any sign of being a strong droid. The fact that I had to torture some needed information out of him probably didn't help his mental state. However, I stand by my word. The head equals removal of the switch."




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HK-50-01 stood there , motionless , soundless , feeling Oh-Nine's - the Oh-Nine he thought was dead up until the past fifteen minutes ago - words cut through him like a vibro-blade through flesh. What if Forge doesn't believe me? What if he does think I'm weak , or.. No.. NO! I can't be manipulated by someone again.. I can't.. I'd rather.. Rather... His thoughts froze with his body , almost. He knew Why'nn wouldn't want to lose him , but Oh-One couldn't take being used by another male again. The last time it had happened he had nearly destroyed himself , only stopped by the idea that Malak was the liar , not.. I refuse to even think his name anymore. I'll never dignify that traitor with a name. He didn't deserve one in the first place.


What hurt the worst - and almost caused him to collapse then and there - was that Oh-Nine was right. HK-50-01 had been the one to suggest Oh-Seven go. In fact , the original idea had been for Oh-One himself to go - he had always been the one most proficient in diplomacy and guile of his Nine Brothers. But he had refused , saying that he was needed to administrate the Factory.. When in reality , he was frightened that he could be killed.. Losing both his power , and more importantly his life life , like four - five , he thought at the time - of his brothers already had. So he suggested Oh-Seven , citing that Oh-Seven was the best at assassination among them. And he died , because I was too frightened of dying to go and do it myself... At least then he could be more help to Forge.. And Why'nn.. And Oh-Nine too.


For quite a moment he lost contact with reality , not registering the cracks that were appearing in Oh-Nine's statements , or that he planned to go to Dathomir. HK-50-01 was only brought back into the present by the touch of a hand belonging to his - Friend? Manipulator? He wasn't sure which was true at the moment - hand , firmly and hesitantly running along his armored shell. Is he just saying and doing this to make sure I'm at full capability? Does he actually consider me his friend , or am I just a pawn to gain more power? At least with Why'nn he knew that she genuinely loved him - Forge could well be using him , as most of the males in his life had done.


Zerek's words might well have been left unstated , because Oh-One wasn't listening to them. It didn't matter if his Brother did or didn't 'mean' what he had said , or if he really cared or not. All that mattered was that it had been said , and had truth in it. As Zerek left , HK-50-01 walked away from the Chiss' position and quickly found a seat - barely before he just collapsed to the ground. Not turning to face the being he was adressing , he spoke in a mournful tone. "Self-Denouncement/Query : I..I.. Do I even deserve to be alright? Oh-Nine is right. I did send Seven to his death... We were originally going to send me , but I suggested Oh-Seven instead. I figured then that he's 'better at assassination' and that I'm better suited to run the facility.. The truth is , I was too frightened of dying at the Exile and Traya's hands to go myself. But I should have.. I would've died , yes. But then Seven could be here instead.. He's stronger , he always has been. Raxus , maybe he could've stopped HK-47.. He always was better at combat. And even if not... He'd be better for everyone. Mistress.. Connor.. Why'nn.. Death's Blade , Oh-Nine even... You- you too. Tell me.. You aren't.. Just using me , are you? Not just pretending to love me so I can advance your position , or to do your will? Tha-That's what just about every male in my life has done to me. Why couldn't you be different? I guess I deserve it , anyway. I failed all eight of my brothers , failed the Sith , failed Del- no , I can't speak of him.. But I failed him too , and thereby failed Why'nn. All that matters is that death is too good for me. I deserve to be betrayed , left in misery , beaten continually. I.. I HOPE you're using me , because I'm not WORTH loving.. And I never have or will be , even if the Gods of the sky and earth switch places."

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Forge looked at the droid and was about to speak when his comm beeped. At first he wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't. "Give me just a moment, my friend. This could have to do with our troops." Forge pat HK-50-01 on the shoulder then moved off a little to speak with the person on the other end of the comm. Apparently this person had been trying to reach Darth Manara, but had been unable to get a hold of her. When he heard that Why'nn had been taken by bounty hunters, he glanced back over his shoulder at 01, then back to his comm. Perhaps this, while very bad news, would give the droid a boost and will to continue. Finishing his conversation, Forge made his way back over to his friend. Forge put hand on his own brow and sighed. "I'm not sure how to go about saying this, but...Why'nn has been taken by bounty hunters. I need to go inform Lord Manara. Would you like to come with me, or do you want to remain here? The legion will be diverted to attempt to get her back, I'm sure."
 
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Korriban


The figure before him was not what he had expected. He had imagined a much deadlier looking creation. Bulky, large, and menacing. While this droid was indeed menacing, he seemed to be lacking the other two...


"Yes, you would be correct. Straight to the matter at hand. The nearby Sith Academy is a possible issue to my future plans, specifically, a certain woman within that academy... Your task is to go to the academy, and kill, or, failing that, cause as much damage to that retched academy as you can on your way out. Maximum carnage, maximum casualties. I want fear to be struck into the hearts of those who witness the action. Are you the one to accomplish this objective?"


@Constantin
 
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KORRIBAN



Zerek let out a chuckle at Manara's statement that he was a mercenary. "Well... you're not wrong." He wouldn't even try to deny he was greedy, or correct Manara abut his occupation. And then 09 went off like a bomb that was never hugged as a child. 'Oh my... This is awesome. And hilarious. I still have the slug-thrower.' Zerek was impressed that 09 actually remembered to ask for 10 billion each. The last time he wasn't specific, well... there were some hull repairs that needed to be made, to say the least. "Clarity, 09. You need to work on that. And don't insult the lady's intelligence. Somehow, I get the feeling that won't make her more agreeable. And please don't break anything. I just got new toys." Zerek handed, 09 the slug-thrower, fully expecting a fight to break out thanks to 09's brash and angry demands.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes
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Korriban



Manara rolled her eyes at the two in front of her. She was in no mood to argue the issue of paying stupid and greedy mercenaries amounts of money they have no business having. Manara put a hand up to her temple and rubbed it, feeling annoyed. "Fine. Twenty billion. Again, nothing until the job is done. That point is non-negotiable. Do the job and you'll be paid." With a sigh at HK-50-09's question, she continued. "It is not about dislike. He had never shown any sign of being a strong droid. The fact that I had to torture some needed information out of him probably didn't help his mental state. However, I stand by my word. The head equals removal of the switch."





Forge looked at the droid and was about to speak when his comm beeped. At first he wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't. "Give me just a moment, my friend. This could have to do with our troops." Forge pat HK-50-01 on the shoulder then moved off a little to speak with the person on the other end of the comm. Apparently this person had been trying to reach Darth Manara, but had been unable to get a hold of her. When he heard that Why'nn had been taken by bounty hunters, he glanced back over his shoulder at 01, then back to his comm. Perhaps this, while very bad news, would give the droid a boost and will to continue. Finishing his conversation, Forge made his way back over to his friend. Forge put hand on his own brow and sighed. "I'm not sure how to go about saying this, but...Why'nn has been taken by bounty hunters. I need to go inform Lord Manara. Would you like to come with me, or do you want to remain here? The legion will be diverted to attempt to get her back, I'm sure."
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HK-50-09 didn't see any reason he needed to 'work' on being transparent. Don't patronize me Zerek! I'm being perfectly 'clear' - it's the Fleshsacks that need to work on their understanding. He DID see why insulting this Darth Manara's Intelligence- whatever of that she had - may not assist negotiations , but he didn't care. This.. Sith Lord in front of him deserved a verbal (if not physical) thrashing for mistreating Oh-One for petty reasons. Come on , if I'm breaking anything it's this Woman's body. Though.. I do want to get paid by her. And I certainly don't think that'll help Oh-One.


Priming himself for battle , he was somewhat pleased that Manara agreed with his demands. Yes yes , that's sensible.. I'll certainly get the Job Done. I don't intend to start failing clients NOW.. While that reasoning made perfect sense , the reasoning on why this Sith Lord tortured his Brother didn't. That isn't *at all* fitting of logical thinking. If you don't dislike him and he isn't strong , why in the Galaxy would you torture him! That only makes him WEAKER! She doesn't get it , does she? That may work for some , I suppose. Not Oh-One..


However , the fact that she would remove his switch prevented him from initiating protocols. Instead , he merely verbally expressed his Displeasure. His voice was mechanical ice , somewhat menacingly - as befit a Class Four assassination droid. "Denouncement/Informational : Yes , thank you for agreeing. I find this sensible I won't be paid until the Job's done - which it WILL get done. You DO realize that it doesn't WORK that way , correct? If he's not strong already , torturing him regularly won't make him any stronger - or , at least , not for a long , long time. Not YOUR lifetime , Fleshsack. As you said , it certainly doesn't help his mental state. Ah.. Yes , I should hope you will. Let's be going Zerek , we've got to head to.. Dathomir , wasn't it? I assume you don't want to join that Chiss and Oh-One on whatever transport they'll be using.."
 
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In a manner that was truly Sith in nature, Trakus started right into the business to be settled. This was quite agreeable to Fifty One. Being in the presence of meatbags for too long caused his wiring to tingle. During Trakus' briefing HK remained entirely still. The only things that hinted at his active status were the flickering of his eyes and the quiet hum of his hardware. For his first mission on Korriban, this was complex. It was the kind of thing you didn't stick around after performing. Killing a Sith was one thing, only those directly attached to that Sith would really care. Partially or entirely destroying an ancient Sith training ground that has stood for longer than he existed, was an act of totally different magnitude. It was the kind of thing that united the Sith in communal hatred.


After a couple of seconds, HK's head tilted and he stared directly into Darth Trakus's eyes. Fifty One's gaze was mechanical hatred with a side of robotic indifference. "Inquiry: Does your target have a name, or shall I terminate every meatbag I come across within the Academy?" His monotonous voice replicator crackled with excitement at the prospect.


@ArisenMoon
 
Korriban


Smiling at the killers eagerness, Darth Trakus began to plan future tasks for this unit. It had a aspect that Trakus approved of...


"The targets name is Darth Manara, a member of the Dark Council. And, for the beginning of your mission, stealth is of the utmost importance. Refrain from killing anyone until you have either dealt with Manara, or have been forced to withdraw. On your way out, kill anyone you want. But do not get caught or destroyed, I foresee a long partnership between us, assassin, and I have no wish for that opportunity to end before it has truly begun..."


@Constantin
 
Korriban


While HK understood the mission directive and did feel it was within his capabilities to complete, he did not feel that a long term partnership was possible. "Statement: I understand and accept your terms, Darth Trakus. What I do not foresee is a long term partnership. In fact, after this mission is accomplished and my credits are received I plan on getting away from Korriban as fast as possible. This mission does not create an optimal scenario for this unit's survivability, post performance, of course."


The idea of being able to stay on Korriban for a period of time did bring something akin to excitement for HK. He just didn't see the plausibility of it. What he really hoped for was that Darth Trakus might have a way for him to remain in operation on Korriban even after the mission. His logical protocols lacked the information to come up with a solution to his problem, he needed input from an outside source that had detailed knowledge of Korriban and the operations that went on there.


@ArisenMoon
 
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Korriban
Manara rolled her eyes at the two in front of her. She was in no mood to argue the issue of paying stupid and greedy mercenaries amounts of money they have no business having. Manara put a hand up to her temple and rubbed it, feeling annoyed. "Fine. Twenty billion. Again, nothing until the job is done. That point is non-negotiable. Do the job and you'll be paid." With a sigh at HK-50-09's question, she continued. "It is not about dislike. He had never shown any sign of being a strong droid. The fact that I had to torture some needed information out of him probably didn't help his mental state. However, I stand by my word. The head equals removal of the switch."


Forge looked at the droid and was about to speak when his comm beeped. At first he wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't. "Give me just a moment, my friend. This could have to do with our troops." Forge pat HK-50-01 on the shoulder then moved off a little to speak with the person on the other end of the comm. Apparently this person had been trying to reach Darth Manara, but had been unable to get a hold of her. When he heard that Why'nn had been taken by bounty hunters, he glanced back over his shoulder at 01, then back to his comm. Perhaps this, while very bad news, would give the droid a boost and will to continue. Finishing his conversation, Forge made his way back over to his friend. Forge put hand on his own brow and sighed. "I'm not sure how to go about saying this, but...Why'nn has been taken by bounty hunters. I need to go inform Lord Manara. Would you like to come with me, or do you want to remain here? The legion will be diverted to attempt to get her back, I'm sure."
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HK-50-01 heard the Millitary comm device Commander Forge almost always carried on his person beep , but it didn't concern him who was trying to gain the Chiss' attention. In his current state , all that really mattered to him was how much of a pure Failure he had been to everyone in his life. Oh-One didn't particularly care if the Commander stretched this 'moment' into eternity - as the Assassin Droid had stated , he deserved as much misery as could be given to him.


Despite the fact that HK-50-01 felt he didn't deserve it , despite himself and all his failures , the gentle pat on the shoulder made him somewhat happy - as did being termed a friend and an equal. But.. It's just the manipulation that I've alway undergone.. Right? I certainly don't deserve to be considered an equal by the lowest organic in the Galaxy.. And Commander Forge of the Chiss isn't any definition of lowest organic. Oh-One waited for the Chiss , the greatest tactician since Saul Karath - one who was much greater than a failure of an Assassination Droid - to return from his Communication , which didn't take as long as he thought it would have. Something in the sigh made Oh-One worry , as - typical of the Chiss species - Forge rarely showed frustration or defeat so openly. Maybe he's frustrated with me.. He's going to give me the agony and misery I deserve for failing eberyone I claimed to love so utterly.. Subconsciously , the Droid braced himself , physically and mentally - conditioned to do so without thinking.


However , Not even the nightmarish expectations HK-50-01 dreamed up for whatever had upset Commander Forge could've prepared him for what the true cause was. The rest of the statement went unheard , Oh-One no longer listening. NO! It.. It can't be possible! Why'nn.. Why'nn is too strong to be taken by any bounty hunter , or group of bounty hunters.. Not even an assassin droid of Oh-Nine's caliber could've done that.. This was merely Denial on HK-50-01's part - and , eventually , this denial gave way to unadulterated despair. This did cause The Class-Four Assassination Droid's other concerns about failing to evaporate , but replacing one pain with a greater one wasn't any form of a cure.


Instead , the light sobbing changed into a series of pained wails , and HK-50-01 stood from the chair - beginning to inflict pain and torture upon himself. Why'nn's gone.. I.. I'm certainly not strong enough to rescue her from anything she couldn't rescue herself from. I-I can't go on without her. Wit-without her.. I'm less than the nothing I've been already.. At this point , HK-50-01 had nothing to lose - Why'nn had become his everything , and if she was lost..
 
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Zerek simply shrugged at Manara's statement. "Works for me." Yet again, Zerek was getting annoyed with his partner's excessively verbose nature. 'You could have summed that up quicker. But hey, we're not dead. Pros and cons.' Zerek walked out of the room, 09 in tow, heading back to the landing pad. "I swear, if we end up traveling half the galaxy finding this money, I'm dropping the job like it's a baby rancor." Zerek let out a chuckle. "Nice job not getting us killed, by the way. It was either you, or we got really lucky. I'm choosing to believe it was you." Zerek drew his carbine as they began their journey to the landing pads.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes
 
Hoth





Ini rolled his eyes as he heard someone enter his cave. Of course, someone had to come along less than an hour after he'd gotten back. He called out to them in reply.


"Yes, I'm in here! Just wait by the heater, I'm working on something. I'll be out in a minute."


Ini shook his head and went back to trying to adjust the accelerator on the ship he'd been working on.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
Hoth


Delrick smiled and nodded as he moved to the heater, looking around the cave as he waited for his old companion to finish his work. He vaguely remembered that about the Arkaian, he enjoyed in tinkering with things. Not matter how trivial or how well they worked after, if at all. But the grey jedi could see that Ini had been conducting experiments on various elements, seeing how they react with the extreme cold of Hoth and their exposure to heat. "Alright, thank you." Keeping his hood and goggles on and his presence suppressed, he turned his back to the heater and waited.


@TommyGun15
 
Hoth





About 30 minutes rolled by before there came the sound of a loud engine from the workshop, along with a stream of curses from Ini. After a while the noises died down, and the aging Arkanian walked out of the workshop covered in oil and soot. He wiped his face with a dirty rag and sat in a chair across from the man who'd entered his shop.


"Alright, what can I do for you? I buy scrap, I sell homemade electronics, and for the right price I'll even do custom jobs."


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
Hoth


In the time he waited, Delrick was able to fully examine the contents of the experiments and other equipment around him. 'Very impressive given you only have debris to work with.'


When he heard the engine misfiring and the stream of curses he smiled and chuckled quietly, shaking his head as the former Jedi master emerged looking very much like a cantankerous tinkerer.


Facing Ini, Delrick began speaking as he lowered his hood, raised his goggles and removed his lower face mask. "Well, I was kinda hoping to find some heating coils for my ships seats." Looking to the old Arkanian and smirking a bit. "My T7 is being rather stubborn about finishing the job without the right parts." With his face fully revealed, the right side of which showing scars given to him by a lightsaber, but Ini would find something familiar about this man if he didn't outright recognize him. "Think you have any?"


@TommyGun15
 
Korriban


"Your long term plans do not interest me, assassin. You have a mission before you, and you will accomplish it. When that is over, we will speak again of the future..."


Despite the helmets muted tone, the agitation can clearly be heard in the man's voice, and several nearby servants and soldiers took several steps away. People were known to suddenly find themselves in numerous pieces when he spoke that way.


@Constantin
 
Korriban





HK's illuminated eyes tracked the movement of those around Trakus. It was habit. In any event that meatbags moved in his presence, he monitored them. His inherent distrust of meatbags was ceaseless. "Statement: Very well, Darth Trakus, I will seek out this Darth Manara and I will end her miserable meatbag existence. If I cannot eliminate Manara, a scenario which is highly unlikely, I will proceed to plan B, the destruction of the Sith Academy on Korriban." With that, the acolytes returned to his sides and escorted him from the tombs to the surface of Korriban.


HK would need time to prepare for a mission of this magnitude. He would need equipment and information in equal measures if he was to succeed in such a grand task. He had the equipment stowed away in a locked shipping crate at a storage facility in the Korriban space port. All he needed now was information, names, faces, locations. It would take him at least a couple of days before optimal execution conditions were met. 'In only a few days time I will have either assassinated a Sith of renown, or I will have almost entirely destroyed the Korriban Academy. My name will strike fear in the hearts of all organic filth across the galaxy.'
 
KORRIBAN





Manara rolled her eyes. "Of course I know how it works. I meant to not bother asking for half up front, because you won't get it. Now please, just go. I have things I need to attend to." Manara put her hand on her head and massaged her temple. She was getting very bored of dealing with these two annoying mercenaries. And if there was nothing else, then they just needed to go away.


Forge pat the droid on his shoulder. "I have to go. I hope you'll be ready to help me later on with that legion. Now it's a rescue mission as well as a mission to kill that scum." Forge gave the droid one last reassuring smile, then turned and walked out of the room. As he walked down the hall, he entered Lord Manara's office and saw she was with the two from before. "Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but..." He hesitated for a moment, then forced the words from him as that was the only way to get this said. "I-It appears that young Why'nn has been taken captive by a group of Mandalorian bounty hunters. Would you like me to redirect the legion to the last known location or still take them to Dathomir?"





Manara's eyes widened when Forge said the words. Anger overcame her and she began to exude a very powerful dark side aura as her anger consumed her. Her voice had grown slightly lower and became empowered with the Dark Side. "I refuse to believe this is a coincidence. Still take the troops to Dathomir. I'm willing to bet that pile of bantha fodder has taken my daughter. Get her back, Forge! Kill that slimy, disgusting, ugly piece of garbage and bring me his damned head! I want it on my desk! GO! ALL OF YOU! OUT!"
 
HK had spent his time since the fateful encounter with Lord Trakus very practically. It was quite curious to him how eager meatbags were to spill information one he took an eye, or once he showed them what the inside of their hand looked like, with all the muscles and tendons working in unison. The problem with his methods of torture were that when absolutely terrified for their lives, meatbags would say anything to their torturer to get the pain to stop. Fortunately for them, once HK got his information from them, the pain did stop. And so did everything else. He tortured so many servants, droids, lone guards, and other easy targets, that he was able to piece together the truth from the terrified lies. He now had a holo-image of Darth Manara, a female sith, quite recognizable as well. He also had loose blueprints for 68% of the Sith Academy, which was more than enough to place explosives at vital points to the structure's integrity. He had a wide variety to choose from. There were thermal explosives, a lot of fire and melting, made for a catastrophic scene in the aftermath. HK could go with high explosive cluster charges that would leave no aftermath, save the dirt beneath the academy once it was finished. He could use chemical compounds that would release a gaseous toxin that could condensate on the walls and people in the academy, eating through everything it touched. This was always the hardest part for him, how best to enjoy the mayhem and slaughter. Before he could do anything, he needed to learn more specifics about Darth Manara's habits, her itinerary, where she would be at exact times, it would all be used in his complicated planning algorithms to calculate the best strategy to execute for executing.
 
Hoth


Ini thought he saw something familiar with the man, but he chalked it up to nothing more than a repeat customer. He actually knew a few relic hunters who almost exclusively went to him for their repairs when they were in the system.


"Heating coils eh? Yeah, I think I might have a few, and if I don't I can probably jury-rig something that'll last you until you get to a proper mechanic. What's the class and model of the ship?"


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
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