Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[folclor]

Dathomir





Sanguina nodded and began to climb back up onto the bull rancor when, unguarded, she was hit by his attack. Her eyes widened and she began to slash at Tyran with her knives. Her comms unit was not off yet and Nah-Iblen would hear his apprentice's noises of alarm and struggle.


The arm did, indeed, succeed in its grapple. Sanguina's existence, as a personality and entity in this world, had only existed for a Dathomirian day. Her emotions were simple to get through. However, as Tyran began to try and draw her into him, she cried out, striking out wildly and rapidly.


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[TommyGun15]

Dathomir





As soon as he heard Why'nn's distressed, Nah-Iblen leapt out of the window of his living quarters, all nine tails of his lightwhip trailing behind him. He used the Force to increase his speed, practically leaping across the flat plain, where the Rancors were congregating.


The Rancors had formed a circle around Sanguina and Tyran, all snapping and clawing to tear off bits of the Juggernaut. They dared not attack Sanguina though, for fear that their master would punish them for her pain.


When Nah-Iblen reached the circle, he leapt over the gathered Rancor, the tails of his lightwhip arcing down at the Juggernaut. Some were intent on wrapping around his torso, or his neck. However, three of them were set to wrap around the arm that held Why'nn, and to slice it from the Juggernaut's body.


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[hudhouse]

Dathomir



Sanguina nodded and began to climb back up onto the bull rancor when, unguarded, she was hit by his attack. Her eyes widened and she began to slash at Tyran with her knives. Her comms unit was not off yet and Nah-Iblen would hear his apprentice's noises of alarm and struggle.


The arm did, indeed, succeed in its grapple. Sanguina's existence, as a personality and entity in this world, had only existed for a Dathomirian day. Her emotions were simple to get through. Nothing terrible. However, as Sanguina had always been a part of Why'nn, the memory walk quickly became painful and tears spilled down the teen's cheeks as she kicked and screamed, jabbing at the thing that held her, eyes flashing rapidly between red and gold as the personalities fought and anguished in unison.


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DATHOMIR (First time I remember in weeks @_@)


Tyran unleashed his telepathy to speak to her consciousness as a whole. He tried to calm her down, removing the force insanity. He spoke out, "You are two halves of a single ravaged coin. You are Darkness, and you are Light. You are Guilt and you are Justice. You are Moon and Sun. The Ouroborus, that is the mark I see engraved into your soul and into your mind. Look upon yourself mistress here and now. Look at yourself and find that you lack harmony. Look at the extremes who taught you, and look at those who fight alongside you. Your droid friend is your light, while Nah is your dark. Your mom is both to you, yes? They add in influences and struggles that change how you started your path...

You may not decide how it starts or who starts it... but you have the power and responsibility to see how it ends...
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Tyran kept on taking the knive blows, thankful they were not lightsabers, so his hide held out. He kept on going, "Accept both sides of yourself and take the strengths of them both. Accept and love the fact you exist, you breathe, and you live here. Cherish your life and others, and with that love bind yourself together. Light is forged from love and protection, while Darkness is forged from that Love being kept unchecked and perverted. You are one person, and one being, you are fractured but you are whole. There is nothing wrong in being neutral in this world! There is nothing wrong with being Dark, or being Light. Assimilate your new found courage and retake your buried heart. Become something that can sustain and survive for a better tomorrow..." He would attempt one final emotional string to try and get her to calm down and stop fighting. He would let the knives pierce into him and just hug her. He would whisper it, "it is alright, no one will try to hurt you here. Please, just calm down..."

Chop


His golden sappy blood would splatter from being Disarmed from his arm
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[folclor]

Dathomir





Sanguina continued to struggle. Why'nn was nearing the surface. There was so much noise, so much action. The insanity was taken from her and her strikes were less frenzied, more precise now. He spoke inside her head and Sanguina became angry. Why'nn was scared. She hadn't truly been out since Sanguina's birth and she was beyond terrified, in no shape to be talked to. As Tyran tried to influence her to pull herself together all he would hear was the dual screams of the two personalities - one in anger and the other in abject terror.


When he pulled her in for a hug, both sides screamed in anger, though Why'nn's was still tinged with horror, and Sanguina tried to stab him, though her arms were held tightly to him. In that moment, when one of Tyran's arms fell, Why'nn gave him a clear message.


"He hurt me. He abused me. He made me eat people. He cut me up. Please... Please save me..."





But Sanguina used the loosening of the grip to drop from the embrace, igniting her saberstaff and aiming to jab one of the blades up into him.


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[hudhouse]

Dathomir



As soon as he heard Why'nn's distressed, Nah-Iblen leapt out of the window of his living quarters, all nine tails of his lightwhip trailing behind him. He used the Force to increase his speed, practically leaping across the flat plain, where the Rancors were congregating.


The Rancors had formed a circle around Sanguina and Tyran, all snapping and clawing to tear off bits of the Juggernaut. They dared not attack Sanguina though, for fear that their master would punish them for her pain.


When Nah-Iblen reached the circle, he leapt over the gathered Rancor, the tails of his lightwhip arcing down at the Juggernaut. Some were intent on wrapping around his torso, or his neck. However, three of them were set to wrap around the arm that held Why'nn, and to slice it from the Juggernaut's body.


@folclor @hudhouse

Dathomir



Sanguina continued to struggle. Why'nn was nearing the surface. There was so much noise, so much action. The insanity was taken from her and her strikes were less frenzied, more precise now. He spoke inside her head and Sanguina became angry. Why'nn was scared. She hadn't truly been out since Sanguina's birth and she was beyond terrified, in no shape to be talked to. As Tyran tried to influence her to pull herself together all he would hear was the dual screams of the two personalities - one in anger and the other in abject terror.


When he pulled her in for a hug, both sides screamed in anger, though Why'nn's was still tinged with horror, and Sanguina tried to stab him, though her arms were held tightly to him. In that moment, when one of Tyran's arms fell, Why'nn gave him a clear message.


"He hurt me. He abused me. He made me eat people. He cut me up. Please... Please save me..."





But Sanguina used the loosening of the grip to drop from the embrace, igniting her saberstaff and aiming to jab one of the blades up into him.


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Tyran fully embraced all of her hatred, using his empathy to steal as much rage, hate and fear from her as possible. It didn't do much due the limited time, but he knew what he was going to have to do. He raised himself, his arms and body ravaged by the Rancors. He slowly lumbered up before vanishing into a blood red mist...


He appeared on top of the Bull Rancor, glowing with pure hate. He screamed as he unleashed a monstrous power into the Rancor below him, "FORCE DRAIN!" He smashed his one good arm into its skull. It's screams echoed across the swamp as it kept on shrinking, his flesh boiling and dripping off. Its skull dropped out of its body, leaving all of its organs to melt. The grotesque scene ended with Tyran standing tall, his flesh enhanced to be similar to the Bull Rancor. He snickered before saying, "You know, I never really took to being a Juggernaut. I always wanted to be a master of the force, but they always told me I was never good enough. I was one of the worst. I don't know what I am talking about... but now, I guess I am the one who is right eh?" Tyran leaped high into the air, forming a golden web of energy.


The energy would leak forward, attacking the Rancors around him like Force Lightning, but instead draining their life essence. Tyran was going to have to make their greatest advantage his if he wanted to win this! He crossed his legs, forming a shield of blood red disgust around himself. Flame like essence flew up, giving him a strange vessel of protection. He began his battle meditation. He was attempting to make the Rancor's primitive minds break and flee with a survival instinct, but he also used it to attack Why'nn and Nah-Iblen . "You stare into an infinite Void of Pain. You can not win, turn back. Accept defeat..."

 

[folclor]

Dathomir





Sanguina frowned as he killed one of the rancor.


"You know, you're starting to get annoying. You were fun at first, but now you're killing pets and ruining fun. Really couldn't care less about the life goals of the thing that just killed my favorite pet." Her saberstaff hummed as she rushed him, attempting to jam the purple blade through his chest. "And I know you still think of me as Why'nn. Going to have to beat that notion out of you."





He was an arrogant man, she thought. Honestly, Sanguina wanted to hurt, to kill him. The other personality was safely asleep now and she was able to focus on the battle at hand. With her master at her side, she knew she was much more powerful than the juggernaut could ever be.


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[Grammatic]

Space


Darth Trakus slowly drummed his fingers along the command chair aboard the bridge of the vessel he was on. His cloak and armor, once a dark crimson, was now pitch black, and his saber, once silver, was also pitch black. Standing to either side of him, two warriors stood in similar black armor, long black robes hanging down to the floor around them.


Leaning against one of the walls, Ryols slowly polished one of his rifles with a cloth, running it over the individual parts of the weapon. Standing across from him, Tall'a stood quietly, looking over her masters shoulder while the blue trails signifying hyperspace cut off around the ship.


Rising to his feet, Trakus walked down the length of the bridge, nodding his head to the captain of the ship. "Captain, begin preparing our ground divisions for the attack..."


In space, around the initial Harrower, several other vessels began exiting hyperspace, other Harrowers and Frigates, and numerous corvettes. Forming into a unified fleet, the vessels began to make their way towards their destination. A large forest world in the distance of space...

 

[TommyGun15]

Dathomir





After Saguina had been freed, Nah-Iblen had vanished, as he usually did. He watched the continued fight for a few minutes, before the Juggernaut used some sort of Force Insanity on Why'nn. Nah-Iblen sneered as it washed over his pets, using his own Force powers to bring the Rancors to heel. So this one wanted to play mind tricks eh? Nah-Iblen would show him a mind trick. He reached out with the Force, and a command screamed inside the Juggernaut's mind.


"Go to your ship, Leave this planet, and Crash your vessel on the most remote planet you can find."


He'd have gone with something like letting one of the Rancors eat him, but at this point Nah-Iblen just wanted the Juggernaut out of his sight.


(@hudhouse, roll 1d20 on the dice roller to resist. DC is 15.)


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[TwystedPhoenix]

NAR SHADDAA


Nikal leaned against the railings, surveying the surroundings. Other than the bag on his back and the modified Verpine headband on his head, he blended in thanks to his normal attire already looking like a smuggler's outfit instead of a Republic soldier's. He lifted his hand to his ear as nonchalantly as he could before speaking.


"Alli, give me the quick brief once more."


"Beep Boop. Wrrrr meep Boop brrrr." <Yes, Captain. The Republic wants you to watch the Hutts as they may be involved in something illegal>


"The Hutts, involved in something illegal? Color me shocked." he replied with a disgruntled tone. He pulled out his holopad, figuring he'd probably have some time to waste. The holopad was connected to the Excalibur, which was connected to many space-port camera-like objects allowing to keep an eye on space. He didn't know what he was watching for, but he knew he'd figure out sooner this way than waiting for the Republic to tell him.


"Wrrrrp moop Brrrrp." <There is an unidentified ship landing in Dock 2, Hanger 5>


"I'm gonna need a picture of who I'm looking for." He put the holopad back in his pocket as his visor got an image of some pathetic looking Rodian in a grey and green attire. "And the other one." The second image he received was of a Dark Jedi, most likely affiliated with the Sith Empire. His face remained concentrated as he absorbed all the necessary details, before lifting himself off the railing and headed towards the Docking area. "You guide me towards our target, I'll watch for mine."


"Beep-beep-meep." <Understood, Captain>

 

[hudhouse]

Dathomir



After Saguina had been freed, Nah-Iblen had vanished, as he usually did. He watched the continued fight for a few minutes, before the Juggernaut used some sort of Force Insanity on them. Nah-Iblen sneered as it washed over him, using his own Force powers to bring the Rancors to heel. So this one wanted to play mind tricks eh? Nah-Iblen would show him a mind trick. He reached out with the Force, and a command screamed inside the Juggernaut's mind.


"Go to your ship, Leave this planet, and Crash your vessel on the most remote planet you can find."


He'd have gone with something like letting one of the Rancors eat him, but at this point Nah-Iblen just wanted the Juggernaut out of his sight.


(@hudhouse, roll 1d20 on the dice roller to resist. DC is 15.)


@hudhouse @folclor

Dathomir



Sanguina frowned as he killed one of the rancor.


"You know, you're starting to get annoying. You were fun at first, but now you're killing pets and ruining fun. Really couldn't care less about the life goals of the thing that just killed my favorite pet." Her saberstaff hummed as she rushed him, attempting to jam the purple blade through his chest. "And I know you still think of me as Why'nn. Going to have to beat that notion out of you."





He was an arrogant man, she thought. Honestly, Sanguina wanted to hurt, to kill him. The other personality was safely asleep now and she was able to focus on the battle at hand. With her master at her side, she knew she was much more powerful than the juggernaut could ever be.


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Tyran's luck held out as he suddenly felt the force rip and tear into him. His mind looked upon the course of fate, and with all the essence he was drinking and draining he was able to stand up through it. His emerald eyes looked at Sanguina as she impaled him. He disturbingly like a droid grabbed at her forearm to crush her bones! If he was successful, he would her arm downwards as if she was a monster, not caring for any emotion she felt.


Tyran would warp his flesh so that the lightsaber fell out or Saguina had it back. The hole in his flesh burned and steamed due to his water content. He snickered before he used his enhanced strength to rival Nah-Iblen. He made the list in his head. He hated his slavery, he hated what he did to Why'nn, he hated how he was a Darth, and he hated his very existence. He found nothing redeeming in this man, and as such, he gave himself the role of Inquisitor. And he condemned him to death.


He howled like any other Sith, screaming in rage. He worked himself up, remembering how his arm was chopped off a few moments prior. He was Tyran, the Juggernaut! If we won here, he would become a Darth! His life dream! His passion was thrown into his rage, feeding his ever hungering void of hate. He was sith through and through, and now he was going to use it to destroy. He let the world seem to warp around him turning into a bloody hue. All of his 'muscles' tensed up, his cell walls hardening even more. His eyes opened and they were the darkest black imaginable. Blood red slits like a reptile were all that was left. The naked plant man crossed his arms, leaning his head in...


He screamed as he unleashed a Force Burst, sending out the Rancor's own force mixed with his own back at them. He would grasp his lightsabers with the force and set them to spin. He threw them about, trying to keep the beasts back. They were a more deadly threat than Why'nn for the moment. All of the Rancor's force, their very essence in such great numbers were messing him up. Plus whatever Nah did to 'em, he couldn't sense him. He would have to cut each and every single one of them down first!


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[folclor]

Dathomir





Sanguina sighed, lazily dodging his attack. Regardless of how much strength he thought he had, he was as a lumbering oaf to her and she swung herself up onto his shoulder, aiming to thrust her blade down into his head.


"See, now you're just getting boring. That's why you'll never be as good as my master. You lack imagination." Each sentence was punctuated with a blow or a dodge. "I mean... You could've been fun. We could've done a lot. But you seem to think our pets are more of challenge." She attempted to jam her saber into his back. If she was successful she would grip the handle and ride it down. Otherwise, she would continue striking blows and dodging from his shoulders. "See, you also rendered our dinner useless and you're not gonna be the best meal by yourself, so we're gonna have to kill another slave today." The way she said it made it sound like a chore.


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[TwystedPhoenix]

NAR SHADDAA


"Brrwr boop-boop" <Just ahead, stay left>


Nikal rounded the corner coming to the landing area. He didn't see any signs of the Dark Jedi he was looking for, but he easily found the Rodian with a shoulder-to-shoulder bump. The being nearly spilled the container he was carrying, making him understandably angry.


"What is wrong with you, human?! Watch where you're going!"


"I-I'm sorry. Its just b-b-been a long day..." Nikal stammered back. He had grown accustomed to being a whiny human to annoy and distract other species. "...and I j-just. I'm sorry. Here let me help you with that." He reached forward towards the container. If the Rodian let him help, this would be the easiest scouting mission thus far.


"Back off! Greedy, pathetic human!" retorted the Rodian, basically stiff-shouldering Nikal and walking to wherever he was headed in the first place. Not the outcome he was hoping for, but if there is one thing he's learned its to always have a backup plan.


"Hey, you dropped something!" he shouted at the Rodian, holding up several hundred credits.


"Excuse me?" The Rodian turned around, and seemed almost surprised. He sat down the box before checking his pockets, realizing he was in fact missing several hundred credits. "You stole that from me!"


"No, I found them right here!" The Rodian stepped forward, very unhappy. But as he attempted to grab them, Nikal pulled him in close with the credit hand while drawing his blaster with the other, forcing it into the stomach. "Now, I hated to do this the hard way, but you chose it. The Exchange is very unhappy with your business, feeling you are a very sloppy pilot."


"I am the best!"


"I'm aware, they are not. But let me tell you what, you go to Dock 4, Hanger 1 and you'll find a T7 unit there. Tell him Von sent you and he'll give you enough credits that you and your family can disappear into a new life."


The Rodian thought about this offer carefully, but just like it was, it sounded too good to be true. "You are a liar! You are not with the Exchange! They wouldn't make an offer like this!"


Nikal gritted his teeth and pushed the blaster a little more into the stomach, trying to look as imposing as possible. "You're right, I'm not with the Exchange, I'm something much worse. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to walk away alive."


Once more, the Rodian thought about this a little more. 'There couldn't be something worse than the Exchange', but he wasn't sure about that. This guy knew who he was, where he was, and what he was doing. "Very well, human. You strike up a hard deal. Dock 4, Hanger 1." Just like that, the Rodian was gone with the credits and left the box behind.


"Alli, the moron is headed your way. Fell for the oldest trick in the book." smiled Nikal. He loved having a challenging obstacle to get over, but there was something special about messing with the mind of a being not so smart.


"wwrrr boop-beep--" <Why do I have to-->


"Quiet Alli, the Jedi is here." Nikal was looking in front of him, down the hallway leading to the different docks. His target, the Dark Jedi, was walking about as if he owned the place. 'Saber in the open, ridiculous swagger in his walk, this was too easy'. Then he realized he had the box in his hands and a mission to do. Once again he was met by conflicting interests.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth/hyperspace


Delrick stopped mid entry. "My concu-what? No! Ini Ma'at is not a concubine!" He let out a sigh and shook his head. "Yes, go recharge yourself. It would be good if you were at full capacity when we reach Korriban." He finished putting the coordinates in as T7 rolled out of the bridge and moved into the Main Hold as he referred to the Lounge/Salon.


Satisfied with the calculations, he set the autopilot to begin a take off sequence once the engines were warmed up. While that occurred he moved back to the engine room and cargo bay looking for the Arkanian. "So, do we have everything you need?" He asked leaning against the cargo bay door.


Ini stopped rummaging through one of several containers and nodded, wiping hips hands on an old cloth. "Yes. It looks like it." Moving to another container, pointing to it with his staff. "It looks like you have most of what you need to keep this ship running for quite a while, though I did look around." He shrugged. "You said I could." Chuckling a little. "And I saw several other systems that could use some repairs. I'd be willing to stay on and get this ship back to original condition." Moving to stand before Delrick he offered his hand. "I just ask to be left alone."


Nodding Delrick accepted his hand an shook it firmly. "That is a fair offer, Master Ma'at." With a smile and a wink of understanding he held his hand. "I remember how you prefer solitude. This'll be now quite like old missions, but close enough."


Recognition slowly brought a name to the scarred face before him. "Delrick? Delrick Karrim? I thought you looked familiar." He did smile outright, but he did nod slowly. "Let's hope not."


"Still plan on sticking around?" He asked still clutching the old master's hand.


"Yes, but only to help keep this ship of yours flying." The Arkanian replied and stretched out with the force to try and sense him.


Delrick chuckled and shook his head, letting go of his hand. "You won't find me unless I want you to." He turned and started for the coms suite as the engines came to life and this ship started its journey to the stars. "It's how I've survived this long. Make yourself at home."


The old master shook his head and let out a sigh. 'Still arrogant, but you've made it this far.' Turning to the nearest container he rummaged around. "Let's see about fixing those seats."


Once he was in the secure communication holosuite, he locked the door. Even T7 wouldn't be able to enter, at least not immediately. Using codes he'd acquired with the ship, he tapped into the Imperial data system and began pulling feeds from Korriban. Information on the layout, personnel, recent activity, troop movements, defensive setup. Everything he could access he did, to learn as much as he could before he walked into the trap he suspected Manara had laid for him.


Soon the ship was among the stars of the Hoth system then, they were in hyperspace headed toward Korriban.


@HK 50 09

 

[TommyGun15]

Dathomir





Suddenly, nine burning red tails of energy wrapped around the Juggernaut, pulling themselves taut and dicing him to bits. Nah-Iblen stood behind the Juggernaut, an irritated look on his face.


"Normally I take much pleasure in killing. But this one was nothing more than a pest."


Nah-Iblen whistled, and the Rancor went back to their posts/napping spots. The loss of a Bull was frustrating, but he had others. For now, it was time to enact their plan.


"Sanguina, come. If one Sith has found us, it is only a matter of time before the rest show up. We must accelerate our schedule."


The pieces of the Juggernaut floated into the air and followed Nah-Iblen as he walked. They needed to be washed, but they might make a good stew.


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[folclor]

Dathomir





Sanguina sighed. It was so disappointing. That was about the only thing she could feel. She followed her master. The schedule. Her mood darkened with that. It was... an unpleasant outcome.


"Can't we leave on an unmarked vessel?" she asked for, probably, the tenth time that day. Typically she trusted her feelings but, on this, she would have to trust her master, even if she had misgivings.


Speeding up, the girl caught up to him, clasping her hands behind her back and almost skipping her way back to the compound. She'd have to choose another favorite pet.


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[TwystedPhoenix]

NAR SHADDAA


Nikal sighed as he continued to follow the Dark Jedi, luckily for him it happened to be in the same direction as the box's destination, at least so far. He kept wondering if the Jedi knew he was there though, as it seemed like he was walking for ages and constantly trying to dip into crowds to lose someone possibly following him. Nikal knew it wasn't possible to detect him among the hundreds of others, especially since Tarquin taught him how to shield his thoughts and make it look like the average person, but the possibility that something was up kept growing on him.


"Mwwwrrrp boop-moop <The Rodian has been detained> Nikal was happy that something broke the silence to keep him focused. He was able to guard his mind, but it was a rather difficult task when he had a hundred things to contemplate.


"Good job Alli, I should be back momentarily." he muttered back, trying his hardest to keep his thoughts normal. He still wasn't sure why he was following the Jedi, maybe to learn something or be lead somewhere, but he had a gut feeling that it was the correct thing to do.


It wasn't long before the Jedi came to a stop, oddly enough at the same location the container had to go. He stopped beside the Jedi and gave him an almost cheesy smile, trying to seem like the too-friendliest smuggler in the galaxy. The Jedi nodded back before turning away disgustedly. Nikal took notice that he was a Kel Dor, not often seen as Dark Jedi. 'What would the Hutts need with a Dark Jedi? Or the Sith?'. Letting this thought cross his mind was dangerous, especially since his new friend could likely read his mind, but it seems he didn't or ignored it because he was soon let in the building without a refute. 'Not even so much as checked or identified?'


"Wait one moment" came from a bouncer droid, shaking Nikal out of his thoughts. He nodded and then patiently waited to be let in.

 

[Proletariat]

Korriban


"Why'nn...Dathomir.. Nah-Iblen.." The assassin muttered to himself. All of the information he had gathered in the last week was whirling through his mind like a vortex. Occasionally things would stick out to him, important details, ideas, plans, connections, the web he was stuck in had many others stuck in it as well. The events set forth by Manara, Why'nn, Nah-Iblen, and many others were beginning to come together. Powerful people were crossing light years of space to meet on Dathomir, all for their own reasons, but all relating to the child, Why'nn. What is so special about her? Maybe there isn't anything special about her, maybe the fact that she is Darth Manara's daughter is enough to cause such a complex situation. The force was a mysterious thing, it only made HK's job harder. He imagined the force acting like little puppeteer strings, manipulating the meatbags headed for Dathomir, he almost laughed as they danced across the stage in his mind. 'They think that they manipulate the force, but it is the other way around, these Sith and Jedi dance to the tune of it, they act according to its call.'





The sheer magnitude of the task at hand was, for the first time, refreshing to Fifty One. He found himself frustrated, excited, anxious, his bloodlust was at an all time high. The beings he would be dealing with on a regular basis on Dathomir would be on a different level of powerful. Even the girl, Why'nn, she would be powerful too, he thought. There was something about Sith brats, some managed to have the power of a Lord, with the temperament of a juvenile warhead. 'This one's probably got a veery delicate psychology, being raised by a maniacal overlord doesn't leave meatbags with a typical mind. The girl doesn't matter though, not unless she gets in the way. I plan on Manara being dead long before that reunion. With battle of this scale about to take place.. the chaos will be rampant. Even the best laid plans will go awry here, for all involved parties, myself not excluded. I'm going to have to run with whatever happens, I need to be prepared to do a lot of killing. All that matters is one life though, that which was contracted to die. Her death will be a beautiful symphony, in the moment of her death, we will be partners, her and I. Hunter and prey working together to create something so incredible that even presumptuous meatbags will have no words for it. It will create a tear in the force that won't be healed in one hundred lifetimes.'


After spending some much needed time in his thoughts, HK-51 walked over to his personal armory inside of the shipping crate he purchased to stow away in. Mounted above everything else was his favorite blaster ever invented. It was his modified E-90 blaster sniper rifle, polished to perfection. With a vast amount of credits and DIY modification, this rifle had become something much more than it was ever intended to be. Sacrificing clip size, HK altered the firing chamber to doubly amplify the rounds fired by this beast. Effective up to 500m, the impact of the rifle would put a hole in a rancor's chest so quickly that it might walk around and scratch its ass a few times before falling over dead. The enhanced magnification of the scope was also a bonus, HK could connect the scope to his targeting system and easily track a moving target from range, using advanced trajectory algorithms to produce the finest firing pattern that his processing could output. Though it was only able to be fired twice before reload, HK-51 found that he never needed to fire more than twice. Whatever got mutilated by the E-90 would serve as a warning to bystanders to take cover immediately. 'If Manara is lucky, this is the weapon that will end her. Such a fantastic way to die, it would be. Her boiling blood a paint, the entire world a canvas.'

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hyperspace / Korriban


The door to the holosuite sealed itself after Delrick stepped into the salon/lounge area. He could see T7 plugged into the his port resting in standby mode, smirking and shaking his head as he walked past the astromech oh his way to the bridge.


Once there he checked the navicomputer to confirm they would be exciting hyperspace soon in the vicinity of Korriban. After a few small corrections and setting the autopilot to broadcast the imperial security code and land them at the designated landing pad, Delrick moved to his cabin just aft of the bridge to change into a more appropriate outfit for an imperial agent.


He emerged from his cabin just as the ship began its descent. Moving to the airlock he tapped T7 on the cranial unit. "Hey buddy, wakey wakey. We're about to land and I'm gonna need you to play the role of being yourself." He smirked and pulled the goggles down and rebreath mask up, it sealed and would protect him from any airborne pathogens, gases, fumes, even total vacuum for a short time. In addition it would modulate his voice and help hide the scarring on his face as well as the facial hair.


He felt the ship touch down as he reached the airlock, he had left his light staff in his cabin and replaced it with a BL-28 blaster on his thigh. With a surprise backup, should it come to that, but he doubted it would.


With the ship powering down he stepped into the ramp as it locked into the down position, he waited for only a moment knowing T7 would follow him eventually. He made sure his presence in the Force was minimal to non-existent, so as to not alert Manara to his arrival. It had become almost second nature for him to hide in the Force.


As he looked around he could see the remnants of a nasty fight of some kind. A pair of Sith troopers approached. "Identify yourself and business." Their blasters at a low ready, seemingly and reasonably on edge.


"Imperial agent Nurn to see Darth Manara." He watched them glance to each other, unsure of how to proceed. "You can stand there and do nothing, or you can take me to her. I have vital information for her, or if you don't do this," Delrick stepped closer to the pair and leaned in as he lowered his voice. "I will make it my personal goal to see you drawn, quartered, flayed and set before my Cath hounds. While you are still alive!" The tone of his modulated voice did not leave room for argument or discussion.


They both nodded quickly and turned and began leading him inside the Academy. Shaking his head Delrick fell into step a pace behind them with an air confidence and a sense of belonging. He was meant to be here.

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@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes @shadowstrikr25 @Constantin

 

[HK Fifty]

KORRIBAN



Zerek took some time tracing the wiring, finding the firing mechanism that was hooked up to the frequency receiver, and disabling it, with the charge giving out a brief spark that caused him to jump back. 'Yeah, jump back when the explosive might go off. That'll save you! Stupid knee-jerk reactions. At least Tandem taught me to basics of bomb defusing. Need to see him again about some ion weapons for next time.' Zerek had just double checked his work when 09 contacted him over the comlink. 'Great. He probably blustered at it and gave himself away. Because monologing always kills things.' He quickly responded. "Alright. I'll just loot the armory for anything useful." With that, he began searching through the armory, finding most of it to be fairly standard fare. Vibroblades, blasters, explosives, the works. What he was looking for fell under the utility category. After taking some vibroknives meant for throwing and a few sticky grenades, he found what he was really looking for. A grappling hook gun. 'Oh hell yes. I have plans for you. So many plans.' Zerek quickly stashed the item in his coat, eager for a chance to use it.


@HK 50 09

Korriban


HK-50-09 continued to stay displeased. Not only was his target gone - long gone by the time he returned to the armory - but so was his brother. He still had the desire to join Oh-One on the journey to Dathomir , but at this point he was thinking it may just be more efficient to continue traveling with the Human , instead. I swear the moment I catch up to that little Gunmeral bastard , I'll crush it so much it'll be its own Singularity... Oh-Nine supposed he could inform the Sith Lord of HK-51's exploits , but he didn't care too. What has she done for me , anyway? Or for Oh-One? If she expires at his hands , well... That's two mynocks with one blast. Zerek's comment did give him an idea - he could always use more ammunition and weaponry , after all. And damn if I don't deserve it for this blasted garbage heap of a planetary cycle..


Oh-Nine entered the armory and immediately grabbed a large dual bladed vibrosword , a heavy repeating carbine , a second Zabrak pistol , three more thermal detonators , and something that looked like a Conner net launcher. Naturally , he grabbed enough ammunition to supply an entire squad of Sith Troopers. There , that ought to do better.. It's too bad they don't have any Ysalamiri , but I can finish this job without it... His Flesh-and-blood brother appeared to have grabbed some sort of throwing daggers and a.. Grappling gun? Could he have picked something useful instead of that? What are either of us supposed to DO with a grappling gun? 10 credits it doesn't even lift my weight.


"Mocking observation : Zerek , what the RAXUS CORE is that thing? A GRAPPLING GUN? I doubt that thing can even support your or my weight. Grab something useful , for once! At least having two Tystel three's make sure I can lay down twice the fire.. Ah , but that's to be expected when you aren't a flawlessly crafted assassination droid. I pity you , Zerek. I truly do. Anyway , Let's get going. I doubt Oh-One's going to be taking me anywhere , so I suppose I'm with you again."


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Hoth/Korriban


T7-V8 would've surely rolled his eyes , had that been among his capabilities. I meant the Sith Whore , not the mechanic. HK-01's hallowed frame , am I that hard to understand? Some Jedi master you must've been. He didn't bother to say this , however , instead rolling away to do his favorite thing - nothing! A simple tap would be all that it would take to awake him , but until then , he enjoyed the respite from repairs.


Some time later , T7 felt the ever-annoying 'wakey wakey' , something his Master always seemed to enjoy waking him with. Wonderful , more work... However , it seemed like Delrick was asking him.. What exactly WAS this request. Really? Play the role of myself? What does that translate to , or am I having difficulty with your ponderous organic speech today? Vee-Eight didn't show up immediately , of course. When he finally did , he rolled out rather reluctantly , which some cousin be interpreted as fear (were they not familiar with him). Rolling straight to his Master's side , he quickly whistled "Master forgive your loyal droid , I felt the call of Apathy again. I pray you do not hold this in your terrible disfavor - I am only buy a machine!"

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[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek was noting all the things 09 was taking from the armory, smiling to himself at the thought of anyone crossing their path. Of course, that was before 09 started talking about his newest acquisition. "Hey, you never know when you'll need one! Remember when those towers were falling? Would've been real handy then, right? But no, you didn't spring for some utility, you just got more ammo." Zerek started rustling around through the armory, looking for something specific. "I mean, I like your style, but you've gotta bring more than just ammo. It'll bite you some day, mark my words." Zerek's rummaging and located exactly what he was looking for. A portable transmitter. He quickly plugged in his datapad and had them both broadcasting the same frequencies. "Alright, let's go." Zerek then walked out of the armory, back in, grabbed a net launcher muttering "always wanted one of these." and leaving again towards his ship.


@HK 50 09

 

[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya finally broke the kiss at the end of the announcement. "Sounds like we need to get ready." There was a chuckle in her words. He was a bit more amazing than she'd actually admit aloud (at least, at this point). Part of her wondered how she'd spent so long with him without jumping straight to this. He was, after all, quite handsome and very strong. Beyond that, she felt they worked impeccably together. He had something she didn't and vice versa. This arrangement was more than good for them.


Her eyes half lidded, it was clear she didn't want to go anywhere but the cabins. "And we're going to have to fix this sleeping situation." She seemed to try and pull Chuka into her cabin. It was fairly clear where this might be headed. Illya gave him another kiss, still trying to lead him in. "Cause this," her words were broken by a kiss, "isn't gonna," another kiss, "work."





@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship


Chuka opened his eyes slowly, nodding as the kiss broke. "Yeah, you should get armoured." Looking down at her, only because he was taller, he smiled warmly at her. She was more then he could ask for in a hunting partner, always seeming to know what to do and how best to work with him. The years hunting together had been leading to this, even if he'd never known it.


Seeing the look on her eyes caused him to quickly check the passageway, even though there were only the pilots on board and they would be busy with flying the ship. As she pulled him into the cabin, he was able to hide the limp, acting as if he stumbled with her tug. "Yes, we do." He said between her kisses, fumbling to hit the closure switch. As she led him in he bent over slightly, to help hide him favoring his left leg. "We'll fix," Grinning as she kissed him. "Our bed," and another. "After this hunt." The deeper into the room they got, the more he was taking half steps to try and cover his training injury.


Truth be told the injury wasn't bad at all, it was more of an annoying burn rather then a true wound, but it effected his left hip and entire left side of his shebs. So he'd be able to hunt and fight just fine once he was able to treat it, but since it had only happened moments ago the opportunity hadn't come about yet.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes

 

[HK Fifty]

KORRIBAN



Zerek was noting all the things 09 was taking from the armory, smiling to himself at the thought of anyone crossing their path. Of course, that was before 09 started talking about his newest acquisition. "Hey, you never know when you'll need one! Remember when those towers were falling? Would've been real handy then, right? But no, you didn't spring for some utility, you just got more ammo." Zerek started rustling around through the armory, looking for something specific. "I mean, I like your style, but you've gotta bring more than just ammo. It'll bite you some day, mark my words." Zerek's rummaging and located exactly what he was looking for. A portable transmitter. He quickly plugged in his datapad and had them both broadcasting the same frequencies. "Alright, let's go." Zerek then walked out of the armory, back in, grabbed a net launcher muttering "always wanted one of these." and leaving again towards his ship.


@HK 50 09

Korriban


HK-50-09 didn't particularly want to hear THAT specific incident brought up again. Oh sure , blame me for that. You and putting the explosives in the wrong places did that. You should just be lucky that those towers didn't crush us. What kind of cruiser WAS that , anyhow? Who puts TurboLaser towers in a docking bay? Oh-Nine didn't see the point in using too many utilities - he wasn't a Utility Droid , he was an Assassin droid. Therefore , he used tools of assassination.


You better appreciate my style , Zerek. My technique is the perfect combination of the power of the Sith and the finesse of a dozen martial arts. I was DESIGNED for this! And it certainly won't ever BITE me! I have no equal in all the Galaxy , fool! Oh-Nine was rather pleased by Zerek's acquiring of a similar Conner Net launcher - at least he wasn't the only one with sensible armaments. "Command : Now that you're done being an idiot and telling me that I'll ever die - 10 of the galaxies best force users couldn't destroy me , Zerek - not to mention making me think of THAT set of towers , let's finally leave. I suppose we should wait in orbit for their fleet? Not that it'll matter. Rancor aren't a threat to me. But I'd rather not have to wait a decade and a half for the Sith Whore to arrive - not that I couldn't. I certainly have more patience than YOU."





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Korriban


Delrick heard T7 get next to him and he could only roll his eyes behind the polarized lenses of the goggles. 'Oh you've got to be kidding me.' He thought, raising his left arm he tapped a few commands into the micro pad there, which was connected to the comlink. The ramp to the ship raised and locked, sealing the ship securely, he would be alerted if any tampering were attempted. It also sent a burst transmission to T7: 'Ease up on the placating, they don't understand you.' He would be able to hear the transmitted response from T7 should he choose to reply at all. However spoken out loud he would hear Mikel Nurn say. "Do not be late again, or I shall use you for target practice."


It was not long before they were walking down a hallway leading to the Manara's office. The soldiers indicated he should wait there and then they left, glad to be away from the Sith Lord's office. They had heard many things not end well for those near or inside that room lately.


Delrick typed a few more commands into the micro pad. 'You may not be allowed in the office, if that happens keep on the alert and let me know if the situation starts to go badly.' Then he tapped the access panel to announce his presence. "Imperial Agent Mikel Nurn, to see Darth Manara." He clasped his hands behind back and waited for the doors to open.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes

Korriban


T7-V8 received the burst transmission and almost audibly chortled. I know that , 'Master' , that's just my particular way of showing just how much I'm devoted to you! Not that I really am. He didn't reply to it , not caring to converse in Burst Transmission. You should learn how to speak Binary , Master. It can't be THAT hard , can it? At the threat , he merely quivered slightly and gave a binary shriek - which didn't mean anything specific.





The second set of commands were processed with the usual weariness. Joy , more work to do. Work I'm not even programmed for. And HOW badly? Doesn't everything go badly for you? And what in HK-01's bronze frame would a simple droid not be allowed into a Sith Whore's office? In response he sent a quick burst transmission of "Oh master , as your humble servant I shall do everything you ask. Should I notice any of these mysterious 'wrong things' , I shall hasten to notify you as soon as machinely possible."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Korriban


Delrick was glad T7 was playing his part of appearing to be just an astromech droid, but knew his mechanical friend was capable of much more. But he also knew the droid world complain the entire time. 'I wish I could read his processes, I bet he wants me to learn some archaic mechanical coding language, like binary.' Outwardly he shook his head and looked to T7, letting out an exasperated sigh. Tapping into the micro pad. 'Thank you sassy britches. How about you let me know if a contingent of soldiers and or Sith arrive. Assuming you aren't allowed in, Manara never really liked droids.'





He knew he might get an earful, but since they were just waiting Delrick figured he would have a little fun.





@HK 50 09

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek snorted, then burst out in laughter at 09's suggestion that he had more patience. "You? Aren't you the droid with such an itchy trigger finger that your killshot was intercepted by passing ships? Twice? We'll wait above Dathomir and make sure they don't get away. If they jump, we'll follow them and transmit their coordinates. If they try to board us... well..." Zerek then closed his hand, leaving only a single thumb extended, sliding it across his neck. "...they'll have a bad time." Zerek had paid one of his contacts a substantial fee for his theft protection. If it was anyone else, he might have questioned if the things worked, but he trusted this guy. Zerek continued walking towards the landing pad, ready to leave this rock and never come back.


@HK 50 09