Level 1313

[Malon]

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Level 1313​

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To: General Baell
From: Imperial High Command
CC: Imperial Core Command

General Baell,

The Emperor himself has ordered your immediate relocation from Stenos to Coruscant, in order that you might take part in a task force organized by Grand Moff and Admiral Solomon Lok (@Zaphod Norblebrox). The task force is ordered with reining in dissidents on Level 1313. More details will be forwarded to you upon your arrival on Coruscant. Upon reaching the planet, you are to rendezvous with your team at the old prison facility on Level 1313. It's safe to say that is where the majority of the action will be located.

Additionally, the Emperor has expressly commanded that you use this operation as a jumping-off point to begin investigations of dissident movements and actions in the Core Worlds. Your findings are then to be delivered to High Command so that adequate reactionary forces can be deployed to worlds needing them.

Glory to the Empire, and long live the Emperor.

The draconian General Baell arrived on Coruscant a standard day later. He had not been to the former jewel of the Republic since the Core Campaigns had been launched five standard years prior, but little had changed. Yes, it was safe to say that the planet hadn't even changed with the changing of ownership either. Aside from the Imperial flag, which hung from every governmental office, the large city-planet looked no different than it might have when the Republic still presided over it.

Down below, in the underworld, the same story could be told. Crime never vanished; Sith, Jedi, or Republic, criminals found a way to flourish and that was especially true with Level 1313. The Imperial Military had learned to loathe the name of Level 1313, as it was nearly impossible to patrol and crime was rampant no matter how harshly the Empire treated it there. Baell's additional information reached his datapad as his transport took him through the portal into the infamous level; if he had eyebrows, he might have cocked them.

Solomon Lok is taking command of this mission personally, he thought. He skimmed further. Classified, eh?

Well, no matter. The transmission noted that they would be briefed upon reaching the hub. Baell had never had the pleasure of meeting Admiral Lok. The two had never crossed paths during the Core Campaigns, though the Stenax highly suspected the Admiral was involved in the fighting to have obtained such a high ranking position in the Core. A cushy office on Coruscant was hard to come by even if the capital was still Korriban. Still, Baell found the news most promising. The Emperor had, after all, given him two assignments; and, once his first assignment was finished, Lok would make an excellent point of contact to begin launching the second.

"It is, as the Jedi might say, as the Force wills it," the General intoned to himself with a deep chuckle.

His transport arrived a safe distance from the prison complex, in an empty but trashed district of 1313, a few moments later. As he descended the landing ramp, Baell stretched his wings, which had become cramped during the ride. He immediately began surveying his surroundings. The old prison facility looked like a massive, cubic tower jutting out of the undercity landscape. An old train terminal ran through a lower portion of the tower—likely used to bring in new arrivals to be processed—offering a less than subtle way to enter the complex, should the need arise. He could see no signs of hostiles in the immediate vicinity, but, then, he had to remind himself that he was dealing with the Hutts here. Their cadre of scum would be locked up inside the prison with them.

All the better, thought Baell. We'll smoke them all at once, then.

And with that thought, he resigned himself to wait for the rest of his task force.

@Yollm @Danee

 

[Nor'baal]

”Don’t let me down, Commander.” Solomon stated, bluntly returning the officers salute as he added ”The IDMR has placed a lot of trust in you today, an awful lot. I am sending these four,” he stopped, as four black armoured stormtroopers walked into the room, the sigil of the IDMR on their shoulder-pads ”to ensure your safety.” Solomon added with a sly grin, before walking out of the room.

Or to ensure I don’t screw up! the nervous looking officer thought. Fresh out of the training colleges, he had practically lept at the opportunity to take on an assignment for the Grand Moff of the Core himself - an honor, one might say. Commander Richter, Second Class looked around at the four troopers, pondering if he should introduce himself. It was not needed, and the troopers merely escorted him in silence to his transport.

Later that day…​

”So I just take this,” he looked at the pill the trooper had placed in his hand ”then put the disguise on and head inside?” he asked, doubt heavy in his voice. The trooper nodded, and watched - somewhat uncomfortably - as the young officer stripped and changed into the guise of a young smuggler bound for the Hutt courts.

Nervously, the Officer changed doing his best to hide his indecency from the implacable guards. Well, all for the Empire I suppose? he thought, popping the bitter pill in his mouth and swallowing it with a small cup of water. He was pushed out of the ship soon after, and fell onto the wet ground.

”Guess that's my que?” he asked nobody in particular, heading off into the Hutts ‘palace’.

Task Force RV​

The APC arrived soon after Baell had done so, four troopers stamping out of the back and handing over a probe droid. ”Battery lasts 48 Hours.’’ the lead trooper stated ”The Grand Moff will communicate when needed, but will otherwise stay out of your way until your reach the objective point.’’ he added, getting back in the transport.

”Good luck.” he casually threw out, as the APC drove off as swiftly as it had arrived.

Far above them, the Grand Moff activated his screen, and remained silent.

 

[Yollm]

Aahh... There was nothing quite like coming home.
​

Certainly, her various tasks took her to all sorts of fantastic and beautiful locales, but there was nothing like coming back home. The sights, the smells, the rampant gang crime that made every hair on her body stand on end just thinking about it.... she sort of hated this place, actually. Everything about it resurfaced old, buried memories of shrapnel and fire and the smell of smoke that would start to choke her if she thought about it for too long- but, no, today she was here for something fun; something that hit close to home in the most delicious of ways. She'd taken a transport most of the way to the facility, and decided to walk the rest, to get a better feel for the surroundings, to acclimate herself to the thrums and beats of this omni-city's heart before meeting her companions.

It definitely smelled sort of like feet, just as she remembered. Feet and rust.
​

She'd grown up a few hundred levels below here. Weirdly enough, it was cleaner down there than it was up here. Perhaps the people of this Level simply didn't give a shit. It wouldn't surprise her, this Level was somewhat infamous for being sort of.. well, to put it gently, bad. Her mother must have passed through it on her way out before, but of course she- mmm. Now wasn't the time to get muddled up in the past. It was time to focus on the future, her future, and this mission.

She'd gotten few details of the mission itself, beyond the basics. Most of it was classified, the rest would be explained when she got there.. but honestly, she didn't really care. Though she tried to remain calm, if she was being perfectly frank, she was feeling a bit like a starved, chained dog. It wasn't her usual shtick, but her past with this place, and from what she knew of the mission.. she was ravenous, ready to sink her teeth into the throat of a Hutt. So sure, she didn't have all of the particulars, but it didn't truly matter. She'd do what was expected of her... and perhaps even a little extra. These criminals, these dissenters and gang-scum alike, would feel the full flurry of her fury. "Ooh, that's a good one, I should write that down- no, no, no, no time for that."

Removing her hand from the shoulder-bag she had started to reach into, she chuckled at herself, sounding nervous even to her own ears. Calm, calm. Cool and collected. It's all a game. It's a hunt. Have fun with it, you silly. You aren't that scared little girl, half-burned and screaming. It's time to make a good impression. As she passed through a silent, garbage-laden alleyway, the Marauder hunched her shoulders forward swiftly, pulling her cape tighter around herself with the motion, and kept one hand on the hilt of her lightsaber underneath. As she began to approach the specified landing zone, she quickened her pace. Visual was obtained on a transport perched atop a landing pad, and a figure with large, flaring wings. Ah, the General. As she began her approach, she hesitated for an instant as an APC rolled up, and waited a couple of beats before continuing on.

By the time the Marauder had reached the bottom of the landing ramp, the APC had already come and gone, and the Sith quirked a brow behind her mask. "Always so efficient, aren't they, General?" She quips, watching the transport roll out before turning to face the Stenax properly. She swept her cape out, giving a short, theatrical bow. "I, the Rook, am here to provide my assistance in this most important of matters. For the Glory of the Empire."

 

[Danee]

Taking a deep breath the Priestess grinned, she could feel the world around her, riddled with fear, hatred and guilt. A shiver rolled down her spine like a cold winter breeze. Each step she took allowed her to see even more of the filth-ridden Level 1313. She could see the rats running along the ventilation shafts above her as well as the beggars scrambling to hide in various rooms around her, trying to avoid her sight. But they didn't know, they couldn't know, their pathetic minds couldn't comprehend what she was.

She was chosen by Bogan, the Dark Side, to be its eyes, its voice and its blade. But she wasn't here for them, no, but their time would come. Moving through the alleys leading to the rendezvous she took her time, no need to hurry. Like a ghost she moved past doorways, casting darkness upon lights and causing grown men to tremble in fear at the mere sight of her. This, this felt good. She knew little about the current mission but the most important thing was that there was enemies of the Empire and in extension, the Dark Side. She was hoping that there'd be a Jedi there, but considering the location she found that highly doubtful.

Her path took her right into what would have been an ambush for almost anyone else, but as she neared the junction where the thugs were waiting she simply let her blade light up their presence. She didn't stop, the humming red plasma freezing them in fear as she passed. Their wooden clubs suddenly being nothing more than dead weight in their hands. The Priestess extinguished the blade after a few meters and continued on. Behind her she could see groups of people looking out their doorways in the dark, mumbling something, it didn't matter to her as she knew what it was about. Her.

The Priestess' path eventually brought her to where her 'allies' were waiting. She could see the men in the vehicle climb out and hand something over to a rather large man. Shortly afterwards she could not only see, but also feel the presence of another Sith, a fellow Sister. Coming out from the shadows on the duo's side she kept her hood up and features hidden beneath her long, pitch black robes. Stopping in front of them she turned her head towards the larger... man and then back to the fellow Sith. "Can you see that? The taint of heretics is all around us. Tonight, a sacrifice to Bogan shall be made from the flesh of the Hutt."

​

 

[Malon]

These Sith are strange specimen, Baell thought as he witnessed the arrival of his comrades.

He had never known what to think of the Imperial Inquisition. Though seven when the last Sith Empire fell, the Stenax possessed enough memory to remember the previous Empire's Sith ranks. Ranks that more resembled the present Emperor Malon than these... 'holy men and women.' Or unholy, depending on one's point-of-view. Even so, the general had heard rumors of the Inquisition's effectiveness. He was intrigued to have been granted the capability of seeing it up close.

He turned his attention to the drone the stormtrooper had handed him. It was a curious contraption, one of ISB's new toys no doubt. The inquisitive part of his mind wanted to dissect the machine and learn its capabilities; the intelligent part, the part that had been alive well over a century now, told him he would likely find out during the course of this mission. He tucked the small device into the pouch of his utility belt, then, and unclipped the two lightsabers hanging there. Though Baell was no Sith, these weapons were just as much his as theirs was their own.

"Seeing as though the Grand Moff has left us to our own devices," Baell said. "I shall assume command of our cadre until we reach the hub, per our mission objectives. Seniority, I think, will be the precedent for this move." Neither one of his two companions looked a day over twenty-eight human years, whereas he was well over a century old; even if they did protest his assertion, he highly doubted he would care. "We shall penetrate the prison through there" He gestured towards the train terminal "and terminate any criminal forces that stand in our way. Do not deviate from course. Our objective is the prison hub. The Grand Moff shall contact us there."

That said, he eyed the train terminal. It was far off the ground—which would require most to climb to reach it—but Baell knew both of his Sith friends could easily make the entrance with a large enough Force-jump. And, while he was without the Force, he had his own methods for reaching the opening. The great dragon unfurled his wings and, with a mighty flap, soared high into the air. This, he thought with a reptilian smirk, was going to be easy.

@Yollm @Danee

 

[Yollm]

These Inquisition types were definitely.. spooky, weren't they?​

The Rook was no stranger to having a flair for the dramatic, but there was something even more intense about the Inquisition's methods... probably because they were deadly serious about their strangeness, as opposed to her own half-serious half-fun mixed bag. It was endearing, in its oddness. "Oh, certainly. A sacrifice and all that. Good to see you're excited to get underway, Priestess," she teased lightly, mouth curled up in a smirk behind her mask. "I am too."

She turned her gaze back onto the larger man, peeking for a moment at the drone before losing interest. That clearly wasn't her job, an whatever it was would be explained to her later. While she enjoyed her "doo-dads", the only one she was deeply well-versed in was her trusty lightsaber, which she removed from her belt and idly spun the handle around in her fingers. So the General used sabers as well, hm? It'd be interesting to see how well one who wasn't a Sith could use them. Perhaps she could give the old man some pointers later. A silent, amused grin quirked up her features at the thought. One hand resting on her hips, her posture became somehow bod lax and tense as the General began to speak, body cocked in his direction, though not fully facing him, peering out at the prison complex as he spoke.

"Fair enough," she said, sounding slightly bored, at first, before falling back into her near-constant almost-laugh of a voice. "I'll trust that your advanced age will give us some equally advanced insight during our mission." No need to be argumentative this early on, this supposed. Honestly, she didn't truly mind it. In the end, if this went well, they'd all reap the benefits for it. She'd simply have to prove her worth on the mission - it didn't matter who called themselves the leader. "Ah, you had me at 'terminate', dear General. Understood."

The Sith's gaze followed Baell's up to the train terminal. A bit of a height, but hardly something would fussing over. As the woosh of wind from the dragon's wings fluttered her cape and ponytail, she watched the dragon rise - and then rushed to join him, in her own way. It was a simple matter- all it took was some momentum, built up from a steady walk changing into an all-out sprint- and a concentration of the Force underneath her to spring-load her leap as she rocked into the air. Cape fluttering out behind her, she neatly landed on the edge of the entrance of the terminal, making very little sound as she touched down, her cloak dropping and billowing back around her shoulders. Though she held her saber at the ready - down, with an underhanded grip to prepare for an upwards strike - she did not yet ignite it, instead awaiting the arrival of her companions.

 

[Danee]

It seemed to her that she had already made an impact upon the fellow Sith, the other... creature, however, probably was more beast-like and needed a show of force, not that she was going to try and show dominance to assert herself as the natural leader of their group, as it seemed the beast-man already had done so.

However the mocking tone of the Marauder did not go unnoticed and as she turned to her and tilted her head slightly. "Is there a problem with my conviction, sister? And don't try and behind that mask. I see straight through it." She spoke, voice devoid of emotion, reaching up and tapping the mask with her index finger. "Just because you can hide who you are from others doesn't mean I can't see it." Great start so far.

As whoever the beast-man was said that they would penetrate the building through somewhere she was a bit confused at first but realized where he wanted them to enter the building. As the beast-man leaped up into the air she didn't have to turn her head to see where he was going. She watched her fellow Sith do the same and leap into the air she sighed, how primitive. Walking slowly towards the ledge she stopped a meter away from it and pushed herself with the help of the force up from the ground and down onto the train terminal next to the Sith. Like Ira she held her Lightsaber ready, though a completely different grip as she began to advance through the terminal.

"What are you waiting for? There's no one around." she spoke calmly and ignored the fact that Ira was waiting on the beast behind her, she knew the terminal was empty, she couldn't see anyone in the close vicinity besides the three of them. Perks of being blind.

 

[Malon]

"Quiet," Baell hissed as he glided ahead of the two Sith. "This is no place for you to be questioning each other."

Heading his own advice, he held his tongue from scolding them further. Sith, he continuously forgot, rarely pulled teamwork off well; Baell's own military mind could not wrap itself around the concept, but he was reluctant to question them. The Sith were powerful beings; that much was never in question—so their methods had to be effective somehow.

The train tunnel was cavernous, allowing him plenty of room to fly. It was ruined—littered with garbage and old, defunct machinery. It smelled too. To the dragon's sensitive nose, the place smelled like womp rat dung and tauntaun piss. Not a great combination, yet far better than some other odors he had encountered. Why is it that Hutt dens consistently smell like shit? he thought with a stifled chuckle. Aside from the offensive smell, the rest of the tunnel appeared empty. Satisfied, he descended and landed.

With silence around them, and no hostiles in sight, Baell took a moment to revisit what he knew about the old 1313 prison. Built by the Old Republic, it had twins on other ecumenopolis worlds, such as Nubia and Taris. The hub—the very same hub which was the first objective of their mission—was always located at the direct center of the complex, acting as the literal heart of the prison facility. The intake train portal, where they currently stood, was located four floors beneath the hub towards the front of the building. Which meant they would be fighting the Hutts' gangsters; and, depending on how many mercenaries the Hutts had enlisted, that could complicate things.

He turned to his companions. "Our objective is four floors up towards the center. This access tunnel will take us towards preliminary processing. From there—unless there are unforeseen complications—we can catch a lift to the hub." He paused to allow responses (intelligent or otherwise), then added: "Try to keep it down in the tunnel. Hutts are notoriously paranoid. I wouldn't be surprised if the place is rigged somehow; and I don't feel like having a bunch of mercs swarming us and letting the whole place know we're here."

His piece said, Baell turned and proceeded down the tunnel. As the light of Level 1313 faded into the abysmal darkness of the train tunnel, the dragon lit his right lightsaber—it's blade of jade fire illuminating the dark tunnel with enough light to guide their sight (save for the blind woman, who was probably using some Sith voodoo to see for her). So far, so good.

In Hutt territory, that was never a good sign.

@Yollm @Danee

 

[Yollm]

"Oh, calm yourself, Sister. I meant no offense-" The Rook started to explain, one hand raised in a pacifying gesture, before she was subsequently shushed. Shushed! Suddenly the General felt a lot like a doting mother. Still, he had a point; she'd hesitated specifically to wait and keep quiet, before. No need to muddy that up now because missus sees-through-the-Force seemed to be made up of poke-able nerves. Ugh, and she can see through her mask too, then, hm? So she could probably see the distinctly uncomfortable expression she made after being poked.

She felt... vulnerable, now, that she actually had to think about what the Miraluka could see without eyes.
​

Trying to push past the unsettling feelings she was now wrestling with, she schooled her features into the must neutral expression she could muster, and turned her attention to the tunnel itself. As the General began to fly ahead, she followed behind, footsteps quiet, but not as soundless as when she landed. The further they went in, the more dire the young Sith's expression became. Memories are very closely linked to smell. Unfortunately, the memories the putrid stench of this train tunnel stirred up in her were.. mixed. they brought her back to another Hutt den she'd been to before, the den of one of the gang leaders involved in the death of her father, the destruction of her home, and the loss of other innocent lives. She'd smelled this scent and the scent of charred flesh for weeks after she cleared out her enemy's den. There wasn't anything quite so foul-smelling as the rotting, burnt corpse of a Hutt.

Hopefully, she'd get a whiff of that again today. Awful as it was, it'd mean her job was well done.
​

She paused when the General stopped again, keeping her gaze over his shoulder down the tunnel as he spoke. "There always are," She'd pipe up in the beat he left, attempting to calm the edge of nervousness building in her body with some of her usual snark. "Keep quiet and keep moving then, hm? Can do. Sister, you'll... keep an eye out for us? Thank you, dear. Oh, feel free to take my hand if you get lost, though."

With that last little jibe, she'd quiet down and follow along, footsteps once again fading into silence. As Baell lit his lightsaber, she finally lit her own, keeping it in a low, down-pointed grip as she walked along. The steady, sure hum of her weapon helped her ease her nerves, and she instead tried to focus that balled-up energy into a slow-building anger, using the memories clinging to her to her benefit as she stirred through them and sought the moments where she'd tore someone in half with her bade, or sent a criminal's head spiraling across the room.

 

[Danee]

The thick stench of the seemingly abandoned tunnel clung to everything around her, from the resting carcasses of machines and trash laying around the place to the three of them as they lingered longer and longer inside the complex. Squeezing the hilt of her Lightsaber she listened to the beast talking, four floors up meant that there'd be plenty of spaces for the Hutts to stage an ambush along the way.

It didn't help that her vision could not reach up to the fourth floor either due to the walls and ceilings providing layers upon layers which her vision had to penetrate. At least she could still make sure that the surrounding area on the floor they were on was clear of hostiles or things that could potentially be traps. She followed behind the duo in front of her silently, even as Ira proved that she clung to her childish ways. She would be brought around to see what Daleia saw, if not at least she'd be silent.

The constant humming of the Lightsaber didn't escape her either, why the beast had activated his blade she didn't understand. Although she had the perk of seeing through the force, she didn't think it was so dark, especially not for a reptilian such as the 'general'. But she just shook her head and kept walking towards the elevator that would take them to the fourth floor. "They know we are here." Daleia spoke.

"Before the elevator there's a hole in the ceiling and there's... A group there, of what I don't know. Yet." She was too far away at the moment to tell how many there actually was and if they were looking down the hole towards them nor if they were armed. Though she knew they were there and considering the location, she assumed they were hostiles.

 

[Nor'baal]

”I frakkin’ know that’s a hand you….’’ the Rodians words cut off with a muffled thwack. ”I ain’t now cheat you…’’ the Gamorrean appeared to be struggling to find the next word, and instead rose from the makeshift gambling table, unknowingly detected by the Sith (@Danee), his cadre of thugs doing likewise. In total, there would be just shy of a dozen of them, within walking distance of the main throne room, teeming with the filth and detritus of this world.

”Don’t you get pissy with me you thick Dewback, I am Cha’bunda, swiftest blade in the Core!’’ the Rodian replied, whipping a shiv out of seemingly thin air much to the delight of his crew - the infamous ‘Red Rodians’ of the 1313 district. The Gamorrean and his Gang was clearly having none of it, and shock prods quickly came into their hands.

”I’ll gut you!’’ bellowed the Gamorrean, clearly not understanding his weapon was blunt and thus unable to cut anything, as he readied to charge, only to be stopped by one of his gang who pointed upwards. The internal proximity alarm was beeping off the hook. The distinctive hum of a blade could be heard.

Silently, the two gangs looked at each other knowingly, this was their moment, their time to shine. A bigger foe had entered the ring.

Spoiler: OOC

Have some thugs to kill.

 

[Malon]

Baell heard the two squabbling gangs long before they heard the hum of his lightsabers. He had activated the second upon hearing of the danger, further down the tunnel, and had taken flight shortly thereafter. Thus, he was the first one to burst into the larger chamber—housing the turbolift—where the two gangs were about to go a it.

The dragon propelled himself towards the Rodians. He had never much loved the species (even less so than the pigs on their left) and was eager for an opportunity to slice them up. His blade took to them like a hot knife through butter. The shrieked in terror as they met their end. Most died thinking their murderer to be a flying Jedi; and, certainly, his lightsaber blades made it seem as such. But he was neither Sith nor Jedi, and, yet, his blades were easily as terrifying. The Gammoreans squealed in horror too, but he ignored them. The Sith women could finish off the pigs.

Instead, Baell soared towards the turbolift and slashed through the last Rodian. It would only take him a moment to find the command panel and set it to take them to the hub. By then, he hoped, the rest of his party would have caught up with him.

@Yollm @Danee

 

[Yollm]

"Good."​

The word had been hissed out as the Priestess spoke, letting them know the scum above them had noticed their coming. It didn't really matter, but it made her feel good, knowing that they would be aware, would be paying attention when she rent them asunder. "Don't worry your lovely head about what they are, priestess. They'll just be meat, soon." Though the Rook's voice still contained that sound of laughter as it always did, this was.. darker. Merciless. Not a teasing lilt but a cruel, morbid excitement as she prepared herself, excitement causing her fingers to tense tighter around the hilt of her lightsaber.

The dragon flew up, and Ira followed suit, blood thumping like a drum beat in her ears, marking the time. One, two, three, she ran and leaped, soaring through the exposed hole the Priestess had spoke of. One, two, she dashed, the Force enshrouding her before spitting her out towards... oh, great. The Pig-men. She caught the tail-end of Baell's slaughter, and it made her giddy to see it. As the dragon made his way to the lift, he left the bacon to her. A petty pig-gang. Would they smell horrid or delicious when they burned?

Launched at them, she took two out in two rapid movements - blade and arm outstretched, she bisected one and clothes-lined the other before they'd even had a chance to recover from their fear of the dragon. Saber spinning, she brought it down into the still-living pig, running a single, burnt hole through its skull. Turning towards the others, she grinned wildly under her mask, then threw herself at them, like a rabid, unchained animal as her saber spiral around and through them as she picked them off one by one.

 

[Danee]

As she got closer and closer to the supposed ambush group she was able to pick up on the different species that were waiting on them, but there seemed to be some in-fighting among them and that had given the beast-man enough time to draw close enough to start slaughtering what she now saw was Rodians, leaving the other group, a collection of Gamorreans behind for the Marauder and herself.

Though before she had a chance to get into the fray and draw the blood of the pitty excuse of sentient beings like the Gamorreans, the Marauder taunt hed once again. She followed behind her two companions silently and once she had reached the second floor she turned towards the running Marauder, seeing that the beast-man was working on the turbo-lift she decided that because of the other Sith's poor attitude towards someone of a higher religious standing, she'd have some fun too.

Raising her left hand while keeping it aimed at Ira she yanked it back in a sudden motion, feeling the force extending and bending itself to her will she watched as her fellow Sith was pulled back, almost as if she had been hit by an explosion, but of course, without the actual explosion. Releasing the woman she turned her attention to the last Gamorrean, what a shame, she was hoping to slay at least a few of them. Watching it squeal in terror from what had happened to its comrades she couldn't help herself from laughing.

Her voice seemed to come from every shadow that was cast in the room as the squealing became nothing more than a choked gargle. Slowly she raised the pig-man up from the ground, watching it claw against its throat she squeezed down a bit more. The crude talon-like fingers found nothing that held it up in the air, except for its own throat. Tightening just a bit more she watched and laughed as the pig began to claw at its throat, the talons cutting up its throat more and more. At first, the cuts had been thin, almost non-existent, but now, it was getting deeper and deeper.

As the Gamorrean's gargling and clawing slowed down and then stopped she sighed. What a disappointment. With a final squeeze the throat collapsed entirely and she released what had been a Gamorrean, now, just a bloody mess. Turning around she walked past her fellow Sith, not caring whether or not she had gotten up from the ground yet as she walked up onto the Turbo-lift with their ally.

@Malon @Yollm

 

[Malon]

Baell casually glanced up at the carnage as he programed the turbolift. He had no eyebrow, but he cocked the ridge of his reptilian eye regardless. His species was known for its brutality, but the Sith never ceased to amaze him; they had certainly perfected the art of savagery, even their so-called 'priesthood.' Amused, he finished punching in the remaining override commands.

"The first wave was a bit disappointing, wasn't it ladies?" he asked as the doors swung shut. "Let us hope that the Hutts don't keep us bored throughout the rest of the assignment."

The compartment shuttered as the turbolift rose through the bowels of the prison complex. Baell kept his wings tight against his body and remained silent. He was still curious as to the purpose of the drone he'd been given—the drone he would soon learn the function of. A few moments later, the turbolift came to a rattling halt and the doors slid open again.

The central hub was a complete mess. It smelled of mold and other unappealing odors, and clearly had not been used in some years despite the recent gangster occupation. "Well, this is the place," Baell announced. "We should receive additional orders here, though I am uniformed as to how that is supposed to transpire. Perhaps rummaging through this decrepit place will give us some answers."

@Yollm @Danee @Zaphod Norblebrox

 

[Yollm]

It felt good to tear through these fools. Certainly, they weren't much of a challenge but.. there was nothing quite so satisfying as the clean cut of her blade through flesh. The smell, she noted, was not as unique as she thought it'd be, coming from pig-men. It just all smelled like burning. Burning. She clenched her teeth, about to lunge towards the final pig, and then- "--hhrrgk!" Like a dog reaching the end of its chain, Ira felt her movement suddenly yank to a stop and she was pulled backwards off of her feet, landing with a thud on her butt and then her back. How unslightly. It took a section for her to realize what had happened; there was no explosion that could have blown her back, she was nowhere near an enemy.. and the clear tinge of the Force colored the action, like a scent or feeling that clung to it.

Rolling over onto her side, she watched as the Priestess worked her magic, watched as the pig steadily clawed itself to death under her influence. The sight welled up a strange mixture of emotions in her, and her vision stayed on the Priestess as she walked past her and onto the lift. Obediently, she got up and followed, rolling her shoulder to ease some of the light pain from where it had connected to the metallic floor.

She seemed relaxed on the ride up the lift, hands on her hips, seemingly unbothered by what had occurred just moments before. "Hutts are never as impressive as they think they are," she said, giving a long, theatrical sigh. Disappointed. The rest of the ride was silent, except for the clanking of the lift. As they reached the top, she watched the dragon exit and begi nto talk about the next step of their orders. Before, that, though.. she'd reach out, palm flat, then sweep her hand sideways as she stepped out in front of the Priestess, sending out a wave of telekinetic force to send the Priestess backwards and against the wall of the lift. She turned swiftly on her heel and followed, standing right in front of Daelia. She leaned in, close, almost nose-to nose with the other woman.

"Cute, Priestess. Did you get upset I wouldn't share? I'll be a bit more giving next time, then.. but be careful about who you play with." She'd reach up and touch the side of Daelia's face, cupping it. "I play rough." Then she'd turn on her heel and exit, heading out to begin searching through the detritus as the dragon wanted, using her telekinesis to lift and move larger pieces around.

 

[Danee]

The ride up through the turbo lift shaft was, as always, dull. She had never really understood those who were so intrigued by mechanical engineering like these lifts or anything else that was tech-driven when there was the force to explore. But as the ride slowly drew to an end she was about to take a step forward and exit the damned lift when she noticed a surge rippling through the force. In an instant she had scoured her surroundings and found no hostiles that could use the force or cause a ripple like that, but rather it was the pesky little Marauder.

As Daleia was thrust back against the wall of the turbo lift she thanked her natural skill within the Force and managed to put up a slight barrier against her back. While it didn't save her from a bruise, it did prevent any physical injury that could hinder her in any potential fight to come. Bruised she turned her head up towards teh now kneeling Marauder. What did she think she'd accomplish with this? Instill fear in her? Try and show dominance?

Daleia's face was expressionless as she listened to the fellow Sith warn her about playing rough, a slight tug on Daleia's cheek drew a grin on her face as she got up from the ground as the Sith walked off. "Oh you're not the only one who likes to play rough." Daleia murmured to herself as she dusted off her robes before stepping out of the lift and watched as the Marauder began to move pieces of debris around with the Force.

Finding herself a somewhat clean spot on the ground she kneeled down and began to reach outward with the Force, searching every nook and cranny around them with her natural force sight. She didnt even know what she was looking for, but she had a feeling that the beast would tell them soon enough.