Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

TwystedPhoenix said:
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.
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Dathomir


"Good plan, I'll take care of it." Zac replied. He followed Nikal's gaze to some troops in the forest who seemed to be taking a break. Taking them out would be light work but he can't masquerade as a sith trooper and keep his wan shen. He figured if he searched around he'd find a dead sith assassin and could take those clothes since they carry all sorts of weapons so then he wouldn't be suspicious. He spun his wan shen and then zoomed into the trees a mistakable blur that the troopers wouldn't bat an eye at if they even saw him. 


He zoomed into the group of soldiers impaling the one in the center and then maintaining his whirlwind speed he made short work of the off guard now surprised sith troopers. It was over in little more than a moment, they never even got a shot off. He would wait for Nikal then inform him he was going to find a sith assassin uniform and that Nikal should but doesn't have to wait for him to get back. He then zipped off to the now abandoned battlefield.
 
Dathomir


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @Constantin


Zerek groaned as he got up, dusting himself off and flinging mud to the ground. "Yeah, I know. Just thought the battle was over. Or rather, hoping. Who cares? He's dead, and I didn't do it." Zerek was entirely unfazed by the subsequent shots and Delrick's ship touching down, having run out of fucks to give. However, one thing sparked his ire. "Oh fer... RENEGADE! If you're going to call me by my profession, get it right!" He was still going to track Delrick down and get that training, but he called himself a renegade for a reason. A smile came to his lips as Manara said that she would remove the torture switch. 'Go for it. You deserve a little respect, 01.'


Zerek started to walk towards his ship and contacted 09. "Alright, we're leaving. Get out of your blood rage and get to my ship. It's behind the compound." He quickly walked towards his ship, deactivating his security system and walking on board, waiting for his mechanical companion, getting the ship ready for takeoff.
 
Dathomir


@folclor @Constantin 


HK-50-01 wasn't sure why Delrick's ship having a Kolto Tank was important , even when Delrick said something about it being far away from The Sith. Wasn't the intention to travel back to Korriban together? That WAS what Manara had said , and in Oh-One's experience ,  everyone followed her words to the letter. But it seemed Delrick didn't have that particular directive , because as soon as he turned to the Assassin Droid , the realization that Delrick intended to take Why'nn and leave for unknown space came to the Droid. 


While led he had been ordered to kill him should he do this , his Mistress herself seemed to be accepting of it. So instead he decided to follow Delrick's order and stay with Manara , even if he'd have rather gone with Why'nn. In fact , that the order was given with a calmness only increased his desire to follow it. "Affirmation : Yes sir I'll do exactly as you say thank you for trusting me!" 


After Delrick left , Oh-One pondered how he possibly would look after Manara , who usually hated having his assistance. Luckily , that question seemed to be answered for him - she actually required him to initiate protocols! Oh she hasn't asked that of me since she's owned me.. But now she's giving me a chance to show her what I'm designed for! It felt almost euphoric to be used for his primary function - and even more so that she would remove the Torture Switch. Eagerly , he tore out his Sith Tremor Sword and flicked out the forearm laser. "Eager Reply : Yes yes Mistess more than ready! I'll find that Gunmeral creation of mine and oh it's so exiting you're asking me to use my primary function!" He waited for Manara to move before he entered the forest , as she probably had paid attention to where the blaster bolts came from.


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Dathomir 


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


T7-V8 , immediately after the hatch closed , engaged the cloaking device and gunned it for open space. What surprised him was that there wasn't a dozen Sith Interceptors on their tail , or at least ground-based Fire. So I see he managed to smooth things over. Is the Concubine that easy to persuasion? Maybe I should ask her to work on the ship with me. He continued flying the ship , not stopping until Delrick took over or they reached hyperspace. Not that he told me WHERE to go , anyway.. 


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Dathomir 


@shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 had , by now , eviscerated at least a dozen Rancor Beasts. To be truthful , he hadn't been keeping count - all that mattered was the pure power he expressed by being able to do so. After the last rancor fell , he remembered that he HAD been paid to kill Nah-Iblen. Somewhat belatedly , Oh-Nine walked towards the compound. Of course he was also covered entirely in blood and practically breathing Rakatan war phrases , but that would only assist his performance - or so he thought. 


Just as he readied the double-bladed war Sword , Zerek's voice came through the built-in Comlink. How dare he order me to cease anything! The job isn't even FINISHED yet! He considered merely responding in that manner , but he'd much rather not left on Dathomir - and he had shown a good deal of power just in what he had done. Regardless , he was still displeased - almost stomping his way throughout the compound and onto the ship. "Displeased Query : Damnit Zerek , why the Raxus Core are we LEAVING before the job is even finished? Blast , at least if you aren't going to be a warrior at least let ME be one. And where the Raxus is Oh-One , anyway? I didn't even get to show him why he should join me instead of that Kath Hound of a Sith!
 
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Dathomir


Forcing a dodge was about all he could expect to achieve from a Sith who was aware of his presence. Manara was joined by the quivering sack of bolts known as HK-50-01, an assassin droid of an older generation that was technically his progenitor, though he'd never treat him as such. As the droid rose to its feet, Fifty One decided to spend his final round on its torso. The foliage whipped and dust/water kicked up as the shot sailed through the swamp at the progenitor droid. Deciding long range wasn't going to be a useful option for much longer, Fifty One disconnected his targeting protocol from the scope and disengaged the weapon, causing it to fold up into a much smaller form for easy carrying. He attached the folded E-90 to his back and crawled over to an old swamp tree with a thick trunk. He stood up behind the tree, activating two more proximity mines and tossing another into the shallow swamp water ahead of him. Now there was a triangle of explosive devices between he and his opponents.


With roughly 100 yards between them, Fifty One decided to stalk his prey instead of being the hunted. Equipping his Bothan droid disruptor and engaging his wrist rocket launcher, he crept westward with stealth cloaking activated. The deep muck and foliage to the West would provide adequate cover between himself and his enemies. They would be hunting his original location thanks to his stealth field generator and immunity to force detection, while they were haplessly wandering, he would sneak behind and get the drop on them.
 
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Raikou Kaminari said:
Dathomir


"Good plan, I'll take care of it." Zac replied. He followed Nikal's gaze to some troops in the forest who seemed to be taking a break. Taking them out would be light work but he can't masquerade as a sith trooper and keep his wan shen. He figured if he searched around he'd find a dead sith assassin and could take those clothes since they carry all sorts of weapons so then he wouldn't be suspicious. He spun his wan shen and then zoomed into the trees a mistakable blur that the troopers wouldn't bat an eye at if they even saw him. 


He zoomed into the group of soldiers impaling the one in the center and then maintaining his whirlwind speed he made short work of the off guard now surprised sith troopers. It was over in little more than a moment, they never even got a shot off. He would wait for Nikal then inform him he was going to find a sith assassin uniform and that Nikal should but doesn't have to wait for him to get back. He then zipped off to the now abandoned battlefield.
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Nikal nodded as Zac zipped off to find his own look. He did quick work of taking the Sith soldier out of his uniform, doing his best not to disturb the deceased. He checked around him once again, making sure it was clear as he took his own clothing off and set it aside before putting the soldier suit on. Peering around the corner, he hoped to see perhaps a Special Forces unit so he could keep his bowcaster, or a grenadier so he could keep his bandoleer.


He smiled as he spotted a grenadier, but noticed he had a grenade launcher instead of the blaster rifles the other troops were using, and looking beside him he only had a blaster rifle. 'Damn it.' was his first thought, but he understood that since Nar Shaddaa he's probably used up a few years worth of good luck. Nevertheless he dug a hole beside the compound, wrapping his heavy blaster, Sith assassin pistol, and bowcaster in them and then looked at the nearly nude soldier, wondering if he should give him a proper burial. 'He is a soldier, but I don't have time.' He drug the soldier against the wall, sitting up properly and closing his eyes. "Alli, we are disguising as Sith. Should anything happen, wait until their ships leave. Beside the compound is a Sith soldier stripped of his armor, to his right in the ground is my gear. Take it and then leave." Without waiting for a response, he threw his Verpine headband into the clothing, covered up his gear in the clothing, and then covered it in dirt.


He picked up the helmet, taking a deep breath, he was about to unofficially be a part of the side he was fighting against, for better or worse. After nodding his head at his decision, he placed on the helmet, picked up the rifle, and ran to go join the rest of the troops.
 
Dathomir/Tythian Shadow


@folclor @HK Fifty @TommyGun15


As soon as Why'nn started panicking Delrick moved to her side and gently brushed her head, lowering the side bars on the bed. The straps still coiled in place under the bed. He focused on the Force and reached out to her through it. 'Daughter. You are safe, you are on my ship. No one is going to hurt you.' He trusted the droid would take the best course to keep them safe and away from everyone for the time being. The former Jedi looked into Why'nn's eyes and kept his features calm, letting calming thoughts fill his mind and his emotions. 


Mandalorian Ship/Dathomir moon


@Darkangel666


Chuka smiled and snorted, moving to the ramp. "Only to you." He slapped the controls and held his Mandalorian Assault Rifle at a low ready and stepped into the ramp. "I'll do my best, but if you need to take shot give me a warning and I'll drop prone." The older warrior did not want to have to fight a mando if it could avoided, unless it was for fun. But with the still fresh wound of betrayal and abandonment still bleeding he wasn't about to take any chances. "Besides if he's a fake we kill him and then we've got two ships." Some dark humor coloring the last statement. With the ramp down Chuka walked out and trusted Illya to watch his back. 
 
Dathomir/Tythian Shadow


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna 


Why'nn thrashed as he touched her hair, whimpering.  'Touching!  He's touching me!' her thoughts screamed back at him.  'He's touching me! Make him stop!  Please, I don't want the tea, I don't want the oil, I don't want the knives, make it stop!  Make him leave!  Please!  Going to hurt again, touch me other places, can't can't can't can't!'  At least her outward screams had stopped, but Delrick would begin to find her pushing against him with the Force, as if trying to shove him away, but also, in recognizing it was him, attempting to pull him closer.  'Don't want to eat anyone anymore!'


Mandalorian Ship/Dathomir Moon


@Darkangel666


"K'oyacyi," (Stay alive) Illya whispered.  It didn't much matter whether or not he heard her.  As soon as he exited the ramp, she moved out, finding a strategic vantage point and preparing.  She knelt, found her target, and watched.  She'd have to be a bit more careful here and hope this newcomer wasn't going to attack first.


Dathomir


@HK Fifty @Constantin


Manara glared into the forests.  "Come."  Igniting her blade, she leaped into the dense wood, heading toward the attacker's last known coordinates.  She didn't believe he'd be stupid enough to be there still, but it was a place to start.  At the same time, she cast out with the Force to attempt to find a presence.  Unfortunately, whatever the assassin was didn't have a Force presence.  That angered her.
 
DATHOMIR MOON


Errin watched intently as a figure walked down the unknown ship's boarding ramp. His hand still hovered over the shatter gun, but he quickly folded his arms, realizing he looked on edge and suspicious. Aside from the figure, he thought he saw a faint blur run from the boarding ramp to somewhere else. He dismissed it as backup. His attention turned once more to the main figure walking down the ramp. The man was clad in beskar'gam, and immediately Errin hoped that his fathers crusader armor he was donning was recognizable at the moment. "Friendly approach? Dry and serious approach? Hmm..." he mumbled to himself, hoping the mando walking down the ramp couldn't hear him. If these are really mando'ade, then I'll just go for the kriffing friendly approach. Who cares. He lifted the palm of his hand in the air as a greeting to the stranger. "Su cuy'gar ner vod. Ti gar mando?" (Hello brother. You're mandalorian?) he said, attempting to not appear nervous or worried. The last thing he wanted were projectiles flying all over the place. 


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


@folclor
 
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Dathomir


@HK Fifty


Zerek heard his robotic pal walking onto his ship and greeted him in the hallways to see he was tracking rancor blood on his ship. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Alright, first off. Iblen's dead. Odds are Why'nn killed him. Second, Manara's going to remove the torture switch and if she doesn't I'll break him out and remove it myself. Currently he's on a mission to hunt an assassin in the forest that tried to kill Manara and failed. He was quite eager to prove his worth. Third, you are tracking rancor blood on my ship. The smell's gonna stay there for weeks." Zerek walked back to the main console and got the ship running, closing the ramp, doing a quick tracer sweep, and starting up the engines. As he did this he slouched into the chair, recent events leaving him tired. "We're heading back to Nar Shaddaa. I need a fucking drink." Zerek didn't care that he wasn't getting paid, or that Manara might hunt him down for leaving. He wanted to get a drink and see what Delrick was offering. He certainly like the idea of phasing into existence in front of people.
 
TwystedPhoenix said:
DATHOMIR


Nikal nodded as Zac zipped off to find his own look. He did quick work of taking the Sith soldier out of his uniform, doing his best not to disturb the deceased. He checked around him once again, making sure it was clear as he took his own clothing off and set it aside before putting the soldier suit on. Peering around the corner, he hoped to see perhaps a Special Forces unit so he could keep his bowcaster, or a grenadier so he could keep his bandoleer.


He smiled as he spotted a grenadier, but noticed he had a grenade launcher instead of the blaster rifles the other troops were using, and looking beside him he only had a blaster rifle. 'Damn it.' was his first thought, but he understood that since Nar Shaddaa he's probably used up a few years worth of good luck. Nevertheless he dug a hole beside the compound, wrapping his heavy blaster, Sith assassin pistol, and bowcaster in them and then looked at the nearly nude soldier, wondering if he should give him a proper burial. 'He is a soldier, but I don't have time.' He drug the soldier against the wall, sitting up properly and closing his eyes. "Alli, we are disguising as Sith. Should anything happen, wait until their ships leave. Beside the compound is a Sith soldier stripped of his armor, to his right in the ground is my gear. Take it and then leave." Without waiting for a response, he threw his Verpine headband into the clothing, covered up his gear in the clothing, and then covered it in dirt.


He picked up the helmet, taking a deep breath, he was about to unofficially be a part of the side he was fighting against, for better or worse. After nodding his head at his decision, he placed on the helmet, picked up the rifle, and ran to go join the rest of the troops.
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Zac prowled the abandoned battlefield searching for a dead sith assassin, there has to be at least a few who were caught by a tail or trampled or possibly caught in their own mens' line of fire. With his speed it wasn't long before he found one thanks to his appreciation for cool polearms. What drew his attention was a force pike lying on the ground. He picked it up and said "Devious weapons these can be they can kill, torture, and paralyze, a good deal if you have the skill and your lifestyle requires you to do all three." Then he looked a little bit away from the pike spotting the owner a dead sith assassin.


Zac decided to play detective and determine the cause of death. He inspected the body rolling it over and then back again not seeing any bite marks or shot wounds ruling out bitten by rancor or shot by ally. Then Zac noticed something odd about the torso while he was rolling it, his torso felt like shattered glass. "Cause of death blunt trauma to the torso shattering all those bones which in turn impaled his inner organs. He must have been struck by a rancor tail or been hit by something like a force push. Well to him it doesn't matter. Probably should get back before Nikal goes on ahead." Zac said aloud to no one. 


He picked up the body with one hand and carried it beyond the tree line He proceeded to steal the dead assassin's uniform. As he did so he thought to himself. This should work out pretty good actually, I can keep my wan shen and if someone senses me it won't be strange. Just need to beware being read in depth then they'll see a difference that can expose me. Now to go find an officer and interrogate him. Zac zipped through the words backback to where he left Nikal. He guessed he went on ahead, he couldn't sense him so easily because thw dark side presence is too strong it was a needle in a haystack. Instead Zac surreptitiously began to make his way into the building.
 
Dathomir 


@folclor @Constantin


HK-50-01 only barely had time to avoid the blaster bolt disabling him. Instead , it struck just left of his main power core , burning it's way through the assassin droid's plating. He couldn't avoid somewhat of a yelp escaping his vocabulator. The fact his own creation had tried to kill him a second time only increased his resolve to prove his worth to Manara , and as soon as she requested him to follow , he eagerly followed her.


Unfortunately , he had only his Sith sword as far as heavier weapons went. But as Oh-Seven had said , Oh-One had always been a Melee fighter. A hushed murmur of Rakatani battle prayers streamed forth from his vocabulator , preparing to face his creation on more even terms this time. 


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Dathomir Orbit[/i]





@Grim Wraithe Stjerna





 





T7-V8 quickly piloted the ship around to be in the shadow of one of the moons , assuming that none of the Sith vessels would traipse into the area to find the cloaked and largely silent ship. Still , he felt impatient to leave the jungle planet entirely. Whatever it is he's doing better finish quickly. Even the cloaking device I installed won't keep us hidden forever if they decide to investigate the moon. 





 





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Dathomir





@shadowstrikr25





 





HK-50-09 somehow wasn't surprised to hear that Nah-Iblen was dead , especially by Why'nn's hand. Isn't that's what always happens to Sith Lords anyway? If the Jedi don't kill them , other Sith do. Which is why I left before the end of the War. It did , however , surprise him to hear that Manara would remove his brother's torture switch. The fact that she was actually using Oh-One for his primary function was even more surprising. Maybe he'll be allowed to excercise some superiority after all...





 





As soon as Zerek mentioned the blood now tracked across the ship , Oh-Nine took a long moment to laugh. By the time he stopped , the mercenary had already left for the bridge. "informational/Suggestion/Rhetorical : I'm assuming you didn't find the credits on his body. Because otherwise you would've already gotten us both quite the amount of credits. Of course , you may not have bothered to look.. And I'm holding you to that one , too. Just imagine what the three of us could do as a team , Zerek. You know you want it. As for the rancor blood , you should leave it! It'll make you appear more of a warrior to others - you certainly could use it , seeing as you barely seem to get any jobs anymore. And oh yes , the ever-persistent drink. Is combat not enough for you? No , of course it isn't. You know , I'd have hoped being around the best assassin droid in the Galaxy would've made you a bit more of a warrior..."
 
Dathomir


The gunmetal droid made sure to take his time during his flank. He may have been roughly invisible with cover between he and his prey, but he couldn't make noise go away. The soft, wet earth below him provided quiet treading ground as he swept around them by a dozen yards. As they searched near the boulder he originally fired from, Fifty One moved into a position directly behind them, almost in their own footsteps. He stood partially behind a tree resting his droid disruptor against the side of it. A meatbag might use this technique to steady their weapon, but Fifty One's mechanical appendages wouldn't falter. He instead used this position to conceal part of his body from the enemy's line of sight. Targeting the older model assassin from behind, Fifty one proceeded to unleash a volley of high powered ion rounds toward the droid. He would wait until they responded to the attack before activating his on-board smoke launchers to once again gain the element of surprise.


@folclor@HK Fifty
 
Dathomir/ Dathomir Orbit


@HK Fifty


Zerek heard 09 laugh as he sat down, wondering if he would just keep it up until they got to Nar Shaddaa. "There was no body. All I found was the head. Which I gave to 01." At the mention of 09 holding Zerek to his promise of going back to remove the switch, he smiled as the ship took off, headed for the outer atmosphere. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. What do you expect to happen? The three of us just tearing through a battlefield as money rains from the sky?" At being reminded of the recent drought of jobs, he rubbed his forehead. That holocron job was more of a blessing than he expected. Especially when every other contract was to kill someone high-profile. "Don't remind me. That 9 billion sitting in the bank is amazing right now. I could splurge. And I'm a better thief than I am a warrior." Zerek knew 09 was going to say he wasn't even a good thief, which would be true had he not stolen things from people while talking to them on at least two occasions. He punched in the coordinated for Nar Shaddaa as he remembered to look through the ships that had recently left the system and where they were headed.
 
DATHOMIR
Nikal dropped to a knee as he reached the other grenadier, focusing his fire on the sole rancor left and doing his best to look like he belongs. He may not have gone through Sith bootcamp, but every soldier regardless of the army went through roughly the same training. He was enjoying the moment, especially being able to share stories of bringing down a rancor, but mostly enjoying being on the frontlines for the first time. This was something his family was known for, yet he was always behind-the-scenes.


The euphoria didn't last long, as vocals shouted in his direction startling him. "Where's your launcher, Lieutenant?" He sharply looked over at the grenadier beside him, almost worried that somehow him not having the proper weapon would alert them, at least until he got hung up on the last word. 'Lieutenant?' He used his eyes to look down at his uniform, while turning his head to focus on the rancor while he investigated his uniform. He found he was wearing armor consisting of Sith Lieutenant markings, though it didn't have any special markings like others he had encountered in the field.


"Lieutenant?" He looked back to the soldier beside him, inspecting his armor, and finding a Corporal patch. 'Ha, guess my luck hasn't run out yet!' he thought. Then he realized he needed to answer before he aroused suspicion.


"Lost it somewhere in the water, grabbed the closest weapon." The Corporal nodded and focused on the rancor again, allowing Nikal to do the same, at least for a few seconds.


"Once this rancor goes down, Darth Manara will likely send our unit into the compound first. What's left of them at least." He wasn't sure if the Corporal was speaking to him, or just thinking out loud, but he had questions form from it. 'Darth Manara? So there is a Sith Lord here?' He didn't know what any of it meant, but he knew there was something very important in the compound. Then the last half of the earlier sentences came to him. 'This unit is going into an unmapped compound head first?' Guess maybe he didn't have enough good luck after all.
 
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B Dathomir/Tythian Shadow


@folclor @HK Fifty @TommyGun15


Delrick felt the wave of panic and it was almost strong enough to push him back. He shook his head and reached out to Why'nn once more. 'Little one, it is me. Your father. Nah Iblen is dead. He can no longer hurt you. '  Delrick pull her into hug, his thoughts filled with happy times from her childhood before he had to hide. To times when he would hold her in his lap as he told her stories while she went to sleep. To times when they would play games and he would train her in the use of the Force. His forehead pressed to her head. 'My Daughter you are safe. You do not have to do anything. Just rest now, sleep in peace. ' He pushed images of her sleeping peacefully wrapped in a warm blanket, 01 standing near by, Delrick singing a lullaby.  


Dathomir moon


@Darkangel666


 "Only to youNi cuy'. teh vaii vaabir olaror?." (I am, where do you come from?) It looked like he was trying to be friendly, but still Chuka kept his rifle at a low ready, ready to snap it onto target. Which would be the center of the T-visor. The older warrior could now get a good look at this self imposed Mandalorian, as he claimed to be. His armour, while a bit older and odd, did fit with the persona he was projecting and his grasp of mando'a was good.  'Who are you? And I hope Illya has a good shot lined up.' Chuka stopped a good 10 meters from this unknown mando. 
 
Dathomir/Tythian Shadow


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


The girl was confused, whimpering as the comforting images clashed with the memories of the torture.  At this point, the second personality roused.  'Listen to Daddy.  He knows what he's talking about.  It's okay.  Our Master won't hurt you here.  Sleep and rest.  We'll wake up later, I promise.  We'll wake up and things will be better, I swear.'  A faint giggle followed the words.  'Go to sleep.'  With the added help from the second personality, Why'nn slowly ceased her struggles.  Her eyes closed and she rested in his arms, her hands moving up to entwine in his shirt as she nuzzled against him, reminiscent of how she did as a child.
 
DATHOMIR MOON


Errin couldn't blame the guy for keeping a secure distance from him. I'd also be wary if a guy in full suit of ancient beskar'gam and armed to the teeth was in front of me. Oh wait... He chuckled at his own foolish statement. Probably the same thoughts were going through each of their minds. Either way, the guy wasn't being all warm and fuzzy-like, which Errin couldn't blame him for either. He figured he was going to be answering a lot more than he'd be asking. "Ni cuy' teh Manda'yaim, born and raised." (I am from Mandalore) He added the last part in basic as somewhat of a joke. Instead, it exited his mouth with a hint of sarcasm and he grimaced under his helmet when he realized this. He extended his arms to his sides, bent at the elbows and with his palms facing the mando in front of him, attempting to communicate unwillingness to resort to violence. "Ner gai Errin. Bic jate at urcir shol'shya vod. Tion gar gai? Tion'ad gar burc'ya?" (My name's Errin. It's good to meet another brother. Who are you? Who's your friend?" After his last question, he nodded to where he had seen the backup bolt from the ship. Under his helmet a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Fierfek (Damn/Fuck). The last thing I want now is to get the osik (crap) fried outta my shebs (ass). I hope these guys take well to friendliness. 


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


@folclor
 
Tythian Shadow


@folclor


@HK Fifty


Delrick was a bit surprised by the entrance of the and assertion of the new personality, but was grateful it had stepped into help rather then harm. The former Jedi kept the fond memories flashing into being until Why'nn relaxed and finally went into a restful sleep. After a few minutes of cradling her in her sleep,  Delrick slowly and carefully extricated himself and pulled a blanket over his daughter and set the medical equipment to scan and monitor her while she slept and to alert him once she awoke. Which he hoped wouldn't be for a few hours. Taking a breath as he watched her sleep, he activated the comsystem and called T7 on the bridge. "As soon as you can execute a jump, preferably one that put in a populated system where a luxury ship wouldn't be out of place. Then once we're in a safe location, take some time off buddy." He trusted the astromech to get them to one of the many systems or planets they'd been to before where Delrick could move freely without drawing unwanted attention.


Dathomir Moon


@Darkangel666


Chuka listened as the Mando spoke. 'Really, huh?' "Meg aliit cuyir gar?" (What clan are you?) Chuka had to admit this was starting to look up, he wasn't offering any outward hostility and seemed to be honorable. The older warrior did not look over his shoulder or anywhere else except at the armoured man before him. "Chuka of Clan Lone, and right now you only need to worry about me." There was no need to keep up pretense of speaking only Mando'a at this point. Plenty of beings knew enough to speak for trading purposes, it would be his actions and answers that would determine if he was who he claimed to be.  
 
DATHOMIR MOON


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Errin was somewhat relieved to hear the stranger speak in basic, although the question about his clan had caught him off guard. "Sorry, ner vod (my brother), I don't belong to any clan. I was raised by a lone ranger. Doesn't mean I don't have ijaat (honor) though." He was unsure of why he had added the last part, but he didn't want this stranger to believe that he was some scum of the earth for not being part of a clan, as sometimes these were the misconceptions about him. Errin did not feel comfortable lending his trust to strangers so quickly in the first encounter, but he didn't feel like having his face blasted off was a better option. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chuka of Clan Lone." Why does that name sound so familiar? Did Ryoh mention it at some point during my training? He sifted through his brain but ultimately found nothing, and he cursed himself. He'd have to do some research on this Clan. One way or another, he resumed speaking "Although it seems like you already have a pretty jate (good) crew, maybe you could use another Mando on the team? To be honest, I've had a pretty awful day so far and I don't feel like getting my shebs (ass) blown off. Besides, I find that hunting by yourself can get pretty mirshepar'la (boring)." Errin hoped that his attempts to form some sort of agreement with this Chuka would be fruitful. Really, the last thing he wanted at the moment was to die. 
 
Above Dathomir


Exiting hyperspace, a Harrower class dreadnought tore into space above the embattled world, slowly making its way towards the world. Once it was within range, a single dropship was launched from the vessels hangar, and it arched towards the planet below, diving into the atmosphere.


Standing at the exit ramp, Darth Trakus slowly flexed his gloved fingers, making sure he still had feeling in his new limb. His left hand, and a sizable part of his left arm for that matter, had been cut off by an angry Dark Council member during his brief talks in Kaas city. But, in the end, Trakus had achieved his goal, and the Councilor had been kind enough to provide Trakus with the best prosthetic the Empire had to offer, in return for what he had delivered.


As the gunship opened its ramp, Trakus slowly walked down, his dark cloak trailing behind him as he entered the field his pilot had chosen to land in. Spread out in front of him, nearly thirty warriors wearing Mandalorian armor dyed a pitch black, with numerous other colors, each chosen by the wearer, adding a wide variety to their armor. Walking towards him, Trakus picked out Ryols quickly, his black and orange armor the same as the rest of his warriors, but he also wore a cape over his left shoulder, hiding most of his body.


As he drew closer, Ryols quickly bowed his head, before falling in to step with Darth Trakus. "Sir, the assault has gone well for Manara's forces. They have taken heavy losses, but I believe this little party is almost over." Nodding at his words, Trakus turned to look around at the rest of the warriors, before turning to look at Ryols. 


"Your friends are here, Chieftain." At the word, Ryols stiffened slightly, before nodding his head. "I detected them myself. It would probably be best they did not know of my clans presence here. It would ruin my plans if I had to kill them this soon." Even under the helmet, Trakus could tell the warrior was smiling at his own words.


"Very well, do what you think is best. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go and talk with a traitor."


Opening his comm, Trakus turned to speak with Ryols again, only to find the clearing empty of any other beings. Sighing, Trakus turned back to his original path, speaking into an open comm. 


"This is Darth Trakus, I am moving towards the field to investigate the proceedings here. I would appreciate it if I was not killed."


@folclor
 
Dathomir


@Constantin @folclor


HK-50-01 failed to hear the younger , somewhat more advanced assassination droid approach - he had made sure that his creations were effective at staying silent until the moment they struck. By the time he was aware of the powerful ion blasts approaching him , there was no avoiding being struck. A crushing sense of failure enveloped him as his systems became increasingly scrambled , his limbs locked and the stream of Rakatani Prayers filled with a rising static. The ebony and Crimson droid fell to the freshly watered jungle floor with a splash - it wouldn't kill him as it would a droid of lesser construction , but he would be shut down for half standard hour at the least. 


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Hyperspace


@shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 didn't have to wonder why only the head was found. The Sith always were fond of their beheadings.. I wouldn't be surprised had Revan beheaded Malak , even if she wasn't a Sith when she returned. It certainly did please him that Zerek decided to help his lesser brother , thereby further advancing his plans - which were , though Oh-Nine wouldn't have admitted it , nearly exactly what was described. 


As soon as Zerek mentioned something about being a better Theif than warrior , Oh-Nine raucously laughed. "Mocking Query/Statement : And you aren't much of a Theif , either. Otherwise you would've gotten that holocron instead of having to take ten billion credits from Oh-One. That you're going to waste , of course. You aren't as.. Far seeing as I am. Then again , what do I expect from a Fleshsack? As for what I expect , I expect us to become the greatest mercenary group the Galaxy has ever known. Calo Nord AND the Genoharadan Assassin's Guild wouldn't be able to come close to our ability. It'd support your idiotic drinking habits , that's for certain. Now did anything ELSE go on that I'll need to know about before it tries to kill you?" Oh-Nine would've been the first to admit that Zerek had made numerous enemies - mostly scorned lovers , something the Assassin Droid tended to always remark on.


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Dathomir Orbit/Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


The moment T7-V8 heard the order , he began cycling through locations they had frequented with a large amount of trade or wealthy occupants. While several came to mind , most weren't what he assumed his Master had meant by 'safe' - some even outright dangerous , in the current state of Cold War. Eventually he decided upon Alderaan , a planet which was practically indigenous to wealthy merchants and politicians.  A moment later the ship had broken away from Dathomir's gravity well , course charted for Alderaan. I'll stay plugged in until Delrick comes and takes over piloting. Just in case something happens that needs immediate reaction , of course. In reality , T7 had enjoyed flying the Tythian Shadow more than he'd care to admit , and almost wished he could continue to do so (though the idea of a break was still extremely pleasing).
 
HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO NAR SHADDAA


@HK Fifty


Zerek almost groaned as 09 laughed predictably at his thief assertion. 'Yeah, yeah. Seriously, that was too easy. Talk about predicable.'  He activate the hyperdrive as they launched towards Nar Shaddaa. With his autopilot set an 09's talking done, he reclined on the seat, going through the recent events out loud. "Lesee... mowed down rancor, check that off the bucket list. Found Why'nn. She's got a split personality now. Some two-bit assassin tried to take out Manara. Why'nn's dad can apparently appear and disappear at will. Want to do that. Why'nn was taken by her father, and Manara went after the assassin, bringing 01 with her. Other than that..." Zerek paused as he realized he'd have to tell 09 he was going to be gone for a while. He didn't even know how long it would be until he found Delrick. "...nothing much." He was going to tell 09 later, at the bar. At least then he'd have some liquid courage in him. And maybe 09 would be able to quickly find a job to dive into.
 
Dathomir


@Constantin @HK Fifty


The useless droid that was meant to have her back went down, screaming in its archaic language.  Manara's lips curled, disgust and anger mixing within her.  She would've taken a moment to abuse HK-50-01's body had the assassin not been at large.  "So you hide in the shadows and attack my droid.  What?  Afraid you can't face me openly?"  She turned, facing the direction of the last shot's origin.  "I'm going to guess you're a droid as you're doing so well avoiding detection.  But even droids have to have some sort of pride.  So tell me... am I going to have to raze this forest and leave you smoldering in its remains or do you yet have a concept of honor?"  Perhaps it was a bit hypocritical for a Sith to speak of honor, but this was Manara.  She didn't kill her master like a coward in the night, and she certainly wasn't about to be taken out by one so easily.


@ArisenMoon


The soldiers quickly formed up.  Any Dark Lord deserved their utmost attention and respect.  However, those inside the compound seemed either not to have received the transmission or be too disgusted by their findings to respond.  Indeed, were Trakus to venture inside he, too, may find horror for the rooms were filled with the scent of well roasted meat and stewed vegetables, and it even reached those near the doors, but once inside one would see the blood splattered on the walls, the scorch marks that told of a conflict.  Deeper in held a bedroom.  Upon the bed lay torn and bloodied restraints, a blood bag pushed to the ground, the needle forcefully removed from the patient's arm.


Even further in and the soldiers had come to a bathroom with a tub filled with blood.  Its contents began to stagnate and stink.  Here, too, there were signs of a struggle, as if it had possibly begun in the bedroom and continued out.  Into a living room area and chunks of flesh were found, torn, slashed.  Robes, recognized as those of Darth Nah-Iblen, lay in ribbons on the ground.  The pieces of body seemed to belong to the wayward Sith Lord as well.  Into the dining room, now, and the soldiers here did not know what to do.  Upon the table was a whole, roasted Twi'lek, her mouth open in silent scream, throat slit.  Beside her was a pot of stewed vegetables.  If one scanned its contents, one would find it contained the remains of a Neti.
 
Dathomir


The assassin would have smirked at his handiwork, if he had lips. The yellow glare of his eyes hidden away thanks to the cloaking system. He slowly crouched and sidestepped behind the tree. The assassin quietly attached the magnetized weapon to his back before hearing Manara's taunt. 'Go ahead and provoke me all you like, Manara. Perhaps a meatbag with unstable sensibilities or an insecure pride would fall for your ruse, but not an elite assassin droid like me.' His fingers wrapped around the metal grip of his concentrated sonic blaster, pulling it out and switching off the safety. Fifty One peeked his head around the tree to make sure Manara hadn't made any progress on locating him yet. She had been redirected to his tree thanks to the ion rounds that crippled his predecessor. In his other hand, a baseball sized sphere with a green stripe around it. Inside the canister was toxic gas that could kill a normal organic in minutes, it irritated the skin and eyes, burned the throat and lungs, and would eventually cause meatbags to drown in their own blood. Attached to the detonation mechanism of the grenade was a microchip, attached to the microchip was a tiny neutral force crystal. If the force was used on the canister after it was activated, the force crystal would react to it and trigger the detonator. If the detonator wasn't triggered by the force, it would operate on a normal 3 second timer. Fifty One slid his thumb over the primer and tapped it, activating the timer. He then rotated around the tree and threw the gas grenade at Manara as hard as he could. Tightly grouped waves of violent sound zipped past the grenade as it sailed through the air.


@folclor
 
Dathomir


Darth Trakus was a hard man to break. He had seen numerous thing in his service to the Empire. But nothing had affected him as much as this...monstrosity had. Turning to the nearest trooper, Trakus quickly began issuing orders. 


"This place is an affront to the Empire. Bring in explosives and flame throwers, and leave no trace this unholy site ever existed." Turning his head, Trakus ignored the soldiers as a feeling began to pass over his mind. Quickly turning and exiting the compound, Trakus began to look around the treeline nearby, quickly trying to find the source of the disturbance he felt.


(Sorry its short, mobile)
 
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