Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[shadowstrikr25]

Dathomir


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 


Zerek raised an eyebrow at the reveal of Iblen's head, remembering that being so blunt with everything may not have been the greatest idea. "Well... that's one less thing to worry about." Delerick's choice of action left him a bit cautious. The guy could knock him out in an instant an cut his throat. "I'll follow in my own ship. I just need to pick someone up first. Well... two someones." He reached out with the Force and grabbed Iblen's head, bringing it towards him. 'You, good sir, got lucky I didn't find you.' 


Given who's daughter that was, and that he had given up on the job anyways, he was faced with a choice. He could always claim that two billion just for giving up Iblen's head. But then, 01 would still be as he is now. And 09 would probably wreck his ship for it. "Damn, looks like that geezer was right. Delrick, either send a note or leave. I'll catch up." He did have a droid to help, after all. The slave was also a pressing concern, but given that Delrick had chosen to keep the Jedi part of his title, he figured the former slave was safe.

 

[Field Marshall]

THE EXCALIBUR - DATHOMIR


Nikal thought a moment for a second way out, before nodding and leading them to roughly the backend of the ship, where an emergency hatch had been installed into the roof some years prior. "Alli, open the back hatch.". There was an electronic sound coming from the ship, following by what sounded like metal clanking together as the gears to the hatch slowly opened it. Nikal put a preemptive arm in front of his face, expecting sunlight to shine through, but there was no sun, just trees.


"Its all your's, comrade." He spoke to Zac.

The Excalibur/Dathomir


Zac nodded leaping out of the hatch onto the top of the starship and scanned their surroundings. It was a red mix of swamp and forest as far as he could see. He sharply turned his head in the direction of the fighting sensing all the force adepts in that direction to him like this it felt like looking into a melting pot of crayons. It was hard to distinguish one presence from another but overall the dark side was strong in that direction. As Nikal climbed out of the hatch, Zac pointed the wan shen towards the compound. "This way, they are definitely this way." he explained before beginning to walk in that direction.

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@Constantin @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


The battle was slowing and Manara now found the time to focus on trying to find her daughter.  She searched, trying to find the Force presence.  Of course, given that Why'nn was her daughter it didn't surprise the Sith when the girl's presence shone like a beacon.  Breaking off, she began to work her way around the compound.  It seemed her daughter was on the other side of it.  She also caught a blip of Delrick's presence.  It was faint, but he always did try to hide.


At this point, she was about halfway around the compound and gaining on her daughter's presence quickly.

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

The Excalibur/Dathomir


Zac nodded leaping out of the hatch onto the top of the starship and scanned their surroundings. It was a red mix of swamp and forest as far as he could see. He sharply turned his head in the direction of the fighting sensing all the force adepts in that direction to him like this it felt like looking into a melting pot of crayons. It was hard to distinguish one presence from another but overall the dark side was strong in that direction. As Nikal climbed out of the hatch, Zac pointed the wan shen towards the compound. "This way, they are definitely this way." he explained before beginning to walk in that direction.

DATHOMIR


Nikal nodded as he took a running start to jump over the water-filled crater the ship had formed, barely landing on the swampy grass, which sank below him anyways and covered him in water above his knees. He lifted a leg out of the water and grimaced, he hated being wet. Nevertheless, no time for that now as he lowered his leg and took his bowcaster off his back, aiming it around to make sure they were alone before lowering the weapon and heading in the direction Zac pointed out. "Very well, onward. We have an army to dispatch."

 

[Proletariat]

Dathomir


Fifty One was at another impasse. The Jedi used his abilities to put her to sleep. It was likely he intended to remove her from Manara's presence. That was not in line with the assassin's goals. If he got her off planet before Manara located her, Fifty One may not have the chance to kill her on Dathomir, which would set him back weeks of progress. Again his cross-hair hovered over Delrick's chest, and again his tracking algorithms presented a firing solution in less than a second. This time his finger never reached for the trigger. On the left, he noticed movement coming around the corner of the compound, it was humanoid, female, and moving fast. 


'Manara.' When he sighted her through the scope, his body and mind adopted a totally new mentality. His prior irritation of the hapless meatbags was long forgotten. It was his duty to himself to remove this nuisance from existence, with style. He scooted to the right to readjust his line-of sight. Now Zerek was out of sight behind a tree, but Manara was running into an opening. His reticle floated just in front of her as trees and dense brush crossed between them the further she moved. He would wait until she wasn't running, he needed a clearer shot. His targeting systems were continuously adapting the targeting solution based on the target's location, speed, the atmospheric conditions, the cover between them, and dozens of other variables. Percentages of success were being produced rapidfire and fed into his Targeting protocols. His excitement was palpable, nothing mattered except the sweet ecstasy of the assassination.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Dathomir


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty @TommyGun15


Delrick nodded, hearing Zerek. "Focus and you'll know where to find me." The slave that groveled next to him, he could see was clearly one of the ones who had belonged to Iblen. He continued to walk away from the small clearing. "You are free. Do as you wish, I am not here to free slaves and have no use for them." He turned part of his attention inwards and felt outwards with the Force to see if anyone was close to them. The other part of his attention he kept in the immediate, as he walked past the now free slave. 


He found Manara and sighed, slightly saddened to have to depart this way, but if she were to remain a Sith there was no hope of reconciliation. There had to be balance. He could not suppress his daughter's presence but he could hide his own. Manara would still feel Why'nn, but would no longer have a sense of Delrick. 


Mandalorian Ship


@Darkangel666


Chuka nodded and reached out to squeeze his equal in the hunt's shoulder. He understood her sentiment, and was certain the pilots would feel as they did. "Better to end it before it begins." Turning to the pilots the warrior nodded, and the pilots took the ship to its maximum velocity to ensure they could get away from the Sith fleet as quickly as possible. 


Once on the dark side of the farthest moon, they settled on to it and powered down everything except the engines and weapons. Now they would see if the picket would follow. 

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15 @Constantin


Why'nn heard the slave's voice and stirred in her sleep slightly.  Her eyes opened just slightly, revealing a swirl of gold and red.  "Fali," she murmured.  "Follow..."  The girl's eyes closed and she was back asleep.  Whether it was Why'nn or Sanguina who willed herself awake enough to make her desire known, they were both asleep once more.


Manara rounded the corner, saw Why'nn in Delrick's arms and stopped for a moment, her heart skipping a beat.  Her daughter was safe!  "Delrick!" she called, starting to run again.  She almost dropped her lightsaber, but remembered herself enough to extinguish it and attach it to her belt.  She sprinted for the Gray Jedi and the girl.  It wasn't long before she reached them.  "What happened?!  Where's Iblen?  I'll cut his fucking head off for this!"

 

[Field Marshall]

DATHOMIR


Nikal nodded as he took a running start to jump over the water-filled crater the ship had formed, barely landing on the swampy grass, which sank below him anyways and covered him in water above his knees. He lifted a leg out of the water and grimaced, he hated being wet. Nevertheless, no time for that now as he lowered his leg and took his bowcaster off his back, aiming it around to make sure they were alone before lowering the weapon and heading in the direction Zac pointed out. "Very well, onward. We have an army to dispatch."

Dathomir


Zac moved quickly with his Matukai speed and agility, he made sure to move just slow enough for Nikal to keep up which gave him time every now and then to stop and take a look around before proceeded forward. The closer he got the more he was able to tell apart the presences. He could sense a more neutral aurs among all the sith ones. He figured since that one is different that maybe they found the cause of all this. He continued onward quickly and silently creeping towards the compound adjusted his course to heard towards the different prsence but it was bit obscured now with three presences too close to it. 

 

[Proletariat]

Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15 @Constantin


Why'nn heard the slave's voice and stirred in her sleep slightly.  Her eyes opened just slightly, revealing a swirl of gold and red.  "Fali," she murmured.  "Follow..."  The girl's eyes closed and she was back asleep.  Whether it was Why'nn or Sanguina who willed herself awake enough to make her desire known, they were both asleep once more.


Manara rounded the corner, saw Why'nn in Delrick's arms and stopped for a moment, her heart skipping a beat.  Her daughter was safe!  "Delrick!" she called, starting to run again.  She almost dropped her lightsaber, but remembered herself enough to extinguish it and attach it to her belt.  She sprinted for the Gray Jedi and the girl.  It wasn't long before she reached them.  "What happened?!  Where's Iblen?  I'll cut his fucking head off for this!"

Dathomir


His vision tunneled as he watched Manara's motion slow. The droid's perception of time itself slowed with the Sith. Every stride caused his reality to narrow marginally. His entire mechanical body, all of his moving parts and software packages, worked together towards a unified goal.  'Kill Manara.' His components each cried. As she halted in front of the Jedi and the girl, it was as if Fifty One's scope was the entirety of his vision, the surrounding world greyed as she came to a halt. Within nano seconds of her stopping to speak, a firing solution was fed into the assassin's brain.


'Derived percentage of success: 100%' Once the message was received, his body's response was instantaneous, the droid's perfectly crafted index finger gently squeezed against the trigger and his E-90's barrel glowed briefly before launching a hissing laser projectile directly at Manara's skull. The doubly amplified, bonus energy charged round shrieked through the air toward its target with clinical precision, though the sound was soon left far behind. The tops of bushes and grasses were singed as the projectile graced them with its presence on passing. Time itself froze in this moment for the droid as he watched down range, the stage was set, the performers were in position, the orchestra was playing a crescendo, the climax was approaching. His excitement was impossible to contain, finally the moment of triumph was here. But he would not let himself be overwhelmed, his targeting system was still actively locked onto Manara, if by some ridiculous miracle she survived, another round would be on the way the moment the first one was disabled. His cloaking system was still operating at optimal efficiency, meaning that his position was still totally concealed. 'The Rook has moved toward the Queen, her pawns nowhere to be seen, her destiny signed in blood.'

 

[Wintermute]

MANTIS PATROL SHIP


Errin jumped a little when the navicomputer began to display the coordinates that the unknown mando'ade had sent to him. He once again felt the urge to wipe the sweat from his brow, but remembered that his buy'ce (helmet) was on. "Well, it seems like the worst that could happen already has. I don't think this day could get any worse, so I'm just going to go along with it. They seem like ruusaanyc vodse anyway." releasing a sigh, Errin punched the coordinates into the display and lay back into the pilots seat, fiddling with the verpine shatter gun. 


"I don't feel like killing any brothers today. If I do, though, I'll make sure they die with honor." he slipped the extremely lethal firearm back into its holster as the dark side of the moon came into view. After tapping a few buttons on the navicomputers control panel, a faint whistle was heard and the lights dimmed in the cockpit. "Low energy landing protocol initiated, maximizing energy output to general shield generators. Energy signature decreasing... folding weapon foils... extending landing gear... unidentified starship located..." The sound of the engines ceased as Errin felt the Mantis touch down on the surface below. In front of him was the before vessel who he had communicated with. "Extending boarding ramp... successful landing." Errin frowned at the opposing ships viewport, as if staring directly into the pilot's soul. 


"Lets hope it doesn't come to that." 


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


@folclor

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

Dathomir


Zac moved quickly with his Matukai speed and agility, he made sure to move just slow enough for Nikal to keep up which gave him time every now and then to stop and take a look around before proceeded forward. The closer he got the more he was able to tell apart the presences. He could sense a more neutral aurs among all the sith ones. He figured since that one is different that maybe they found the cause of all this. He continued onward quickly and silently creeping towards the compound adjusted his course to heard towards the different prsence but it was bit obscured now with three presences too close to it. 

DATHOMIR


Nikal did his best to keep up with Zac at faster than a jogging pace, keeping his steps under control so as to not make too much noise and awake any of the wildlife or possible inhabitants. Or, god forbid, the Sith. 'Much luck we haven't come across any rancor.' he thought, which was his greatest relief at the moment. He could withstand a fight against an army and could likely go toe-to-toe with a Jedi at least for a little while, but he had no plan for taking down a beast that could crush his ship in a single swipe. 


He could hear the blaster fire get close with every other step, and would notice that the amount of animal noises was decreasing every so often, signaling that the Sith were handling the rancor. He also noticed that he was being lead ever so slightly away from the battle and towards somewhere else. "What do you sense exactly? Because I don't think the battle is in this general direction." he asked below a shout, hopefully enough that he could be heard by his companion and no one, or nothing, else.

 

[HK Fifty]

Dathomir 


@shadowstrikr25 @folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @Constantin


HK-50-01 seemed to have gone largely unnoticed by the surrounding Rancor , the rather large battle seeming to take all their attention. Along the circuitous trek , a number of his weapons had fallen away into the swamp - luckily , his favored Sith Tremor Sword had remained in place , so he wasn't entirely without any heavier weaponry. After an indiscernible amount of


time , the Class-four droid had unintentionally succeeded in circumventing the entire battle , finally halting in a clearing behind the compound. 


He only had began to scan the area when he spotted his Mistress and what appeared to be Delrick , along with an unconscious Why'nn. Oh thank Raxus that Why'nn's safe... Unfortunately , what he realized shortly afterwards was that his Mistress was liable to be displeased that he had failed her. Not to mention Delrick perhaps being displeased with his betrayal. Th-they seem to be pl-pleased currently.. Perhaps If I sup-supplicate them now they won't tor-torture me..


 


Oh-One was shaking by the time he reached them , dropping into a kneel and speaking rather rapidly. "Plea/Apologetics : I-I'm So-sorry for failing you Mistress pleaseforgiveme I swear I won't fail you again or at least not like this please don't torture me please please I'll be better next time!" He decided to wait for Manara to respond before he adressed Delrick , knowing she disliked Being ignored in any way. A quiet metal clanking could be heard as he fearfully awaited the torture switch to be activated , knowing it was likely inevitable. 

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Dathomir


@folclor @TommyGun15 @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @Constantin


Zerek saw Manara bolt into the clearing, mentally facepalming. 'Delrick, I'd recommend getting your asses out of here quickly before she kills everyone.' At the very least, he found 01, begging and pleading near Manara's feet. He walked over to the terrified droid. "Hey, calm down 01." He looked at Manara and calmly lifted up Iblen's head, placing it beside 01. "I believe you have a deal to honor. With him." Zerek, on instinct, dove for cover as the shot rang out. "I thought this was done!" 'Where the hell is 09 so I can get off this rock?!' 

 

[folclor]

Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @Constantin @TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25


So many people now!  Manara glared at the stumbling slave and the trembling droid.  Such weakness angered her.  In her anger, she perceived the shot rocketing toward her head and reached out, grabbing hold of it with the Force and turning her glare upon the would-be assassin.  The shot fired back, as quickly as it had come, toward the sniper.  In her arrogance, she was certain that would be enough to kill whatever ingrate thought himself high enough to come after her.  Her attention turned to Zerek then.  "I'm a Sith Lord, there are always attempts on my life.  Now, yes, we did have a deal.  Who killed the butcher?"  While she as honestly gleeful with the result, she attempted to keep her facade of anger.  Even if it hadn't been the whimpering droid, she had half a mind to reward him anyway.


Once again, Why'nn stirred in her father's arms.  This time, when her eyes opened just a bit, they were golden.  "Mama?  HK-50-01?" she murmured.  Their voices made her want to be awake but she was so tired and Dad was so comfortable.  Her eyes closed again and she managed just a few more words before she sank into unconsciousness.  "I'm sorry, Mama..."


At her daughter's words, Manara felt her heart soften.  The Sith moved so she was standing across from Delrick, close.  A bit of remorse colored her feelings as well as relief that her daughter was able to speak.  To most it would be uncharacteristic, but Manara leaned down and pressed her lips to Why'nn's forehead.  As she drew back, she stroked the girl's hair, soothing.  "Shh, there's no need for apologies, daughter.  That time is passed.  It's over."  She turned her attention to Delrick.  "We have to take her to get her checked out, make sure she's okay.  Come, let us return to Korriban."

 

[Proletariat]

Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @Constantin @TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25


So many people now!  Manara glared at the stumbling slave and the trembling droid.  Such weakness angered her.  In her anger, she perceived the shot rocketing toward her head and reached out, grabbing hold of it with the Force and turning her glare upon the would-be assassin.  The shot fired back, as quickly as it had come, toward the sniper.  In her arrogance, she was certain that would be enough to kill whatever ingrate thought himself high enough to come after her.  Her attention turned to Zerek then.  "I'm a Sith Lord, there are always attempts on my life.  Now, yes, we did have a deal.  Who killed the butcher?"  While she as honestly gleeful with the result, she attempted to keep her facade of anger.  Even if it hadn't been the whimpering droid, she had half a mind to reward him anyway.


Once again, Why'nn stirred in her father's arms.  This time, when her eyes opened just a bit, they were golden.  "Mama?  HK-50-01?" she murmured.  Their voices made her want to be awake but she was so tired and Dad was so comfortable.  Her eyes closed again and she managed just a few more words before she sank into unconsciousness.  "I'm sorry, Mama..."


At her daughter's words, Manara felt her heart soften.  The Sith moved so she was standing across from Delrick, close.  A bit of remorse colored her feelings as well as relief that her daughter was able to speak.  To most it would be uncharacteristic, but Manara leaned down and pressed her lips to Why'nn's forehead.  As she drew back, she stroked the girl's hair, soothing.  "Shh, there's no need for apologies, daughter.  That time is passed.  It's over."  She turned her attention to Delrick.  "We have to take her to get her checked out, make sure she's okay.  Come, let us return to Korriban."

Dathomir


The moment Manara raised her hand, he knew approximately what would happen. He saw his round cease in midair and immediately rolled to the side, off of the boulder. Upon his landing, the round impacted the boulder, making a loud cracking noise as the site of impact exploded, rocks raining everywhere around him. He immediately relocated his target and fired again, this time crawling behind a tree after firing. Assuming the round wouldn't hit due to another lightning quick reaction by Manara, he detached two proximity bombs and tossed them on a couple of trees in front of him for would be hunters. The assassin droid crouched and reloaded his weapon. If long range engagement was impossible, then he would attempt to draw her into the forest.


He knew that wouldn't be difficult to achieve. With his cloaking device active, he carefully peered around the side of the tree to assess the situation and see if he actually hit anything this time. 'Yes, utilize your force powers, grow comfortable with using them to counter my conventional weapons, then we shall see how your abilities are turned against you. I have surprises for arrogant meatbags like you.'

 

[Field Marshall]

DATHOMIR


Nikal did his best to keep up with Zac at faster than a jogging pace, keeping his steps under control so as to not make too much noise and awake any of the wildlife or possible inhabitants. Or, god forbid, the Sith. 'Much luck we haven't come across any rancor.' he thought, which was his greatest relief at the moment. He could withstand a fight against an army and could likely go toe-to-toe with a Jedi at least for a little while, but he had no plan for taking down a beast that could crush his ship in a single swipe. 


He could hear the blaster fire get close with every other step, and would notice that the amount of animal noises was decreasing every so often, signaling that the Sith were handling the rancor. He also noticed that he was being lead ever so slightly away from the battle and towards somewhere else. "What do you sense exactly? Because I don't think the battle is in this general direction." he asked below a shout, hopefully enough that he could be heard by his companion and no one, or nothing, else.

Dathomir


"I'm leading us towards an anomally and a gathering of sith. But maybe we should avoid them, I can tell there a too many to just go up against with just the two of us. They are all pretty strong too, so we are gonna get as close as we can." Zac said just before an explosion quite a way away drew his attention. He could only assume that would draw those he sensed into the forest, then he smacked his own head for being so dumb. "Actually we're gonna head them off and interrogate their underlings, apologies for being so unstrategic." he said. He pivoted turning away from the gathering of force adepts he sensed ahead but instead moving towards the group of soldiers and rancor by the sound of it?. 

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

Dathomir


"I'm leading us towards an anomally and a gathering of sith. But maybe we should avoid them, I can tell there a too many to just go up against with just the two of us. They are all pretty strong too, so we are gonna get as close as we can." Zac said just before an explosion quite a way away drew his attention. He could only assume that would draw those he sensed into the forest, then he smacked his own head for being so dumb. "Actually we're gonna head them off and interrogate their underlings, apologies for being so unstrategic." he said. He pivoted turning away from the gathering of force adepts he sensed ahead but instead moving towards the group of soldiers and rancor by the sound of it?. 

DATHOMIR


Nikal grunted, at the thought of being 'unstrategic' as he sometimes did what felt right whether or not it was against perfect strategy so he had no room to complain. That wasn't the thing that bothered him most though. 'A gathering of Sith? There are multiple Sith on this planet? And they brought an army?' He was getting a very bad feeling, but he trekked forward anyways, noticing they were headed back towards the battle, and more importantly, towards the compound in the middle of everything. "We should gather next to that building and plan our next move." he stated, hoping things may continue going their way.

 

[HK Fifty]

Dathomir 


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Constantin @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15 


HK-50-01 risked a glance upward when he heard Zerek speak to him , and immediately saw the head. Despite being afraid , his first impulse was to try to somehow consume it , in the fashion of a Rakatan warrior. Unfortunately , that was impossible - and likely to displease Manara - so he immediately lowered his head. The first blaster bolt caused him to whimper slightly , but nevertheless he stayed knelt before his Mistress. As the others seemed more concerned with why shots were being fired , he anticipated more torture - even if the deal


had existed. The moment Manara asked of him who killed Nah-Iblen , he moaned softly. I-I didn't kill him I don't know who did but she'd torture me if I said I didn't know but I can't lie to her either and I can't speculate because I don't even know who was here at that time! It was possible Zerek had done it , but the mercenary didn't look to have recently undergone combat. 


Oh-One didn't realize Why'nn had asked for him until he noticed Manara... Gently consoling her? His Photorecptors took on a Cyan color , before changing to green. Mistress can't be displeased with me she's comforting Why'nn no no she's not displeased she's aplogizing for being cruel! As soon as Manara pulled away , he a now excited HK-50-01 filled the space she had left and softly patted Why'nn , heating his own hand and (electronically) humming a kind of Lullaby as he spoke , words a Nearly sing-song tone. "Comfort : it's alright Why'nn , I'm here now. I'll make sure you're safe , no-one is going to hurt you. We're going to be back home soon , back to Korriban. Mis- Mother , father and I are going to take you home and everything's going to be wonderful.." 


The second time he heard a shot ring out , he immediately looked up and around to see who - or what- was shooting at them. Oh-One stayed close to Why'nn , ready to defend her should the attacker decide to begin to target her instead of Manara. If he had to guess who it was - though he couldn't see - he would have said his own progeny , HK-51. HK-47 always did love his sniping.. Fitting of course that MY heir should take after that. I'd have hoped he'd realize it wasn't going to work by now , though..... 

 

[Field Marshall]

DATHOMIR


Nikal grunted, at the thought of being 'unstrategic' as he sometimes did what felt right whether or not it was against perfect strategy so he had no room to complain. That wasn't the thing that bothered him most though. 'A gathering of Sith? There are multiple Sith on this planet? And they brought an army?' He was getting a very bad feeling, but he trekked forward anyways, noticing they were headed back towards the battle, and more importantly, towards the compound in the middle of everything. "We should gather next to that building and plan our next move." he stated, hoping things may continue going their way.

Dathomir


Zac nodded making his way closer to the tree line, with his matukai speed he was a thin blur moving across thw street in a mere moment. He flattened himself and crouched against the side of building. He motioned for Nikal to wait while he made sure the area was clear. He looked up the path and could feel the sith a little more than around the corner of the intersected pathway. He then shimmied to the other corner and peered around looking seems the edge of the fight between sith troopers and rancors was also on an adjacent street. Then Zac motined to Nikal to come over since the area was just about clear.

 

[TwystedPhoenix]

Dathomir


Zac nodded making his way closer to the tree line, with his matukai speed he was a thin blur moving across thw street in a mere moment. He flattened himself and crouched against the side of building. He motioned for Nikal to wait while he made sure the area was clear. He looked up the path and could feel the sith a little more than around the corner of the intersected pathway. He then shimmied to the other corner and peered around looking seems the edge of the fight between sith troopers and rancors was also on an adjacent street. Then Zac motined to Nikal to come over since the area was just about clear.

DATHOMIR


Nikal quickly made his way to the building and pressed himself up against it. He was on the side with the Sith troops, and noticed they seemed ready to enter the compound, but were waiting for orders to do so as well as finishing off the last two or three rancors. His eyes then wandered to the scattered corpses of troops, and then noticed how intact some of them were, as if they were perhaps just knocked aside by a powerful swing. "We should get our hands on a couple of those soldier uniforms. No better way to blend in than pretend to be the enemy."


He looked around at the troops, trying to figure out if he should risk trying to take an outfit from a corpse or take them from a live trooper. For the corpsed, it would likely be like trying to pull putty from a crevice, as a rancor swing was enough to break every bone in one's body. For those alive, there were a few perched behind trees, almost no eyes on them. He couldn't move quick enough to get over there and take them out without being spotted, but Zac could. The other option was to find a way into the compound and take out a group out from in there. He would decide to wait to see what idea his companion might have.

 

[HK Fifty]

Dathomir


T7-V8 had immediately began powering up the ship when the signal from his Master arrived. It didn't take long , and the Astromech had the ship rushing to Delrick's position. Tythian Shadow maintained the cloak should the Sith Warships in orbit decide to fire upon any airborne craft - a certainty in the Shadow's case. After another few minutes , the ship arrived in a clearing. Oh of course , he managed to gather half the leadership of Korriban around him. Lucky that I can actually FLY this thing , or it'd be one short trip out. I'm beginning to see why he had me re-install the weapons.. The ramp lowered into the swamp , as did the landing struts. While the ship was uncloaked , it was able to be recloaked as soon as the ramp was raised. 

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Dathomir


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty @TommyGun15 @Constantin


Delrick was growing uncomfortable with the number of beings so near to him and seemingly coming, literally, out of the swamp. 


Delrick stopped walking when Manara called out him, against his better judgment. He was glad that Zerek stepped forward with the severed head and that he was trying to comfort the droid. He watched their exchange with interest, making a note that 01 had failed at something. When the shot rang out, the former Jedi remained motionless, watching the bolt fly towards Manara and then away again. 


When the Sith approached and consoled their daughter, he held a small smile behind his placid features. 'There's that gentle caring side you only let me see.' Looking to the Sith Lord he spoke calmly. "My ship has a full medical suite, to include a functional kolto tank. And more importantly will be away from other Sith who would seek to take advantage of her." Though he was calm his words held an edge to them, one Manara would know meant he wasn't backing down. 


As she stepped aside slightly, the droid stepped in and was trying to ply comfort upon the sleeping girl. Delrick was about to speak to him when the sniper fired again. Without knowing where the door was coming from he dropped to his knee, assuming the target was once again Manara. 


Hearing the engines of the Shadow Delrick silently thanked his little astromech. "Manara, once you have this handled contact your imperial agent. He'll know how to find me." Looking to 01 the former Jedi nodded, his countenance calm, as he slipped to the side and skirted around the class four droid. "Why'nn will be safe with me, look after her mother." As he stepped into the ramp he called over his shoulder. "Mercenary, if you want to learn follow me or try and track me." Once he was at the airlock, he used the Force to raise the ramp. "T7, get is out of here!" The father clutched his daughter as he carried her into the medical bay, securing her to the bed, before setting up the scanners and kolto tank. 


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Chuka watched the picket ship land, both on the scanner and through the view port. It was good sign that he hadn't come in aggressively and that he was wary enough to keep himself defensive. "So who makes the first move?" The warrior asked, more to himself then to anyone else. Shrugging he moved back to the cargo bay and tapped Illya on the shoulder. "Let's go meet this newcomer." Handing her a scoped rifle. "I'd feel better if you were covering me. You are the better shot." Through his voice she would hear him smiling. 

 

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The girl was out cold, she knew naught of the world around her.  However, as she was secured, her eyes shot open and she began to struggle.  Screaming, she fought against the restraints.  The Force caused most things that were not tied down to go flying all over the medical bay.  It wasn't clear whether she was conscious, but even in unconsciousness, she knew the feeling of restraints and that equated torment.  In color her eyes were gold, signaling this was Why'nn, not the other personality, that feared the possible torture.


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As she wasn't focusing, Manara didn't catch the shots this time, instead being forced to dodge.  She glared into the jungle.  Whatever coward dared attack her thus would pay.  However, her attention was diverted again as Delrick's ship landed.  She watched him carry their daughter up the ramp.  This time, she knew he wouldn't dodge her.  "I will."  Briefly, she thought about carving her way in, but that wouldn't do.  No, this way the assassin wouldn't have Why'nn as a target.  This way she could face the assassin with no distractions.


"Well, droid, it's time to show me if you're any good in battle.  Come with me, into the trees."  A smirk grew upon her lips.  "I'm already going to take your torture switch out, so you shouldn't fear following me."


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Illya nodded and grabbed the weapon, chuckling a bit at his remark.  "Finally admit it, eh?"  The admission brought a grin to her lips.  "I'll cover you."  She'd have to find a good place to watch and hide from.  It didn't matter if the newcomber saw her, but it would be better if he didn't.  "Just make sure you don't let him get close enough that you're blocking my shot."  Hopefully this would end without bloodshed and they could collect their bounty and get some much needed drinks.

 

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Breathe in, breathe out Errin inhaled and exhaled, then slapped the sides of his helmet with his gauntlets. He often made use of this strange ritual to expel the stress from his body and relax, something Ryoh had taught him. Right now, though, it wasn't helping too much. Alright, a little situation assessment: No crew, myself as my only weapon and ally right now, a battered ship. Them, on the other hand: What seems like a full crew, good ship in pretty good conditions. My odds of surviving this encounter are little to none. He tapped on the display on his gauntlet, making it beep. It showed a graphic illustration of his jetpack, and the various weapons that were engineered into it, like the guided missile. If I go down, though, I'll go down with a jate akaanir (a good fight) a smirk appeared under his tinted visor and as he approached the airlock, which led to the boarding ramp.


His boots touched down on the dusty surface beneath him and he stretched, relieving his extremities of the built up pressure during this last, very short but intense voyage. He looked to the unknown ship in front of him and his hand hovered over the holster on his thigh, which housed the Verpine firearm. On his back was the same manufacturer's sniper rifle. "Okay, lets see who these vodse are."


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Fali remained silent while the other talked, more than happy to go unnoticed.  Then the one called Delrick began carrying Why'nn to his ship.  Fali hurried after the two, ducking onto the ship when Delrick's back was turned and hiding in the cargo bay, where he could hopefully avoid detection.  Whether Delrick wanted him aboard or not, Fali refused to spend another minute on that stinking swamp planet.