Open Droids worth fighting for!

[Darth Caelestis]

This was an unusual visit to Dressel for Artorigas, not because he had never visited the planet before but because of the company he was visiting it in, as well as the nature of his visit. The Acolyte like to think of himself as a more civilized Sith than many of his brethren, violence and brute force was not always the answer and he preferred the delicate touch first before the lightsabers started flying. But that delicate touch had gotten him nowhere over the past few weeks, he had travelled much of the Outer Rim beyond both Sith and Republic space looking for the last piece of the puzzle before he can finally complete his plan.

You see he needed manpower, he alone could not pull it off, not due to the power but because what he needed was a show of force, something that would actually avoid bloodshed not cause it. He then needed that lack of bloodshed to continue for long enough that the new statuesque would not be questioned then he could finally relax. The problem Artorigas faced was that even with his new found power amongst the Sith manpower itself at this time was still too unreliable he needed something more reliable something that would not betray him. Something made of plastic and metal, wires for brains and unwavering loyalty.

Artorigas had settled on droids as his muscle of choice a long time ago, but trying to get a reliable source of combat-ready droids in a good condition without someone trying to open a massive criminal case, was well not as easier as he had originally expected. It seemed that he had enough money to purchase them but not enough to keep people quiet. He had avoided force up until this point but now he was running out of patience, he had secured weaponry for the droids themselves as well as political clout within the Sith to pull this off, he know just needed the actual droids.

That is what brought him to Dressel, there was a number of security firms upon the planet who were fond of droids especially the YD-series Security Droid, the model Artorigas had picked out. He did not need anything more than the humble security droid, their prescience armed with E11D's would be enough. It was late afternoon and stood at the top of a half built industrial building awaiting the two Sith he had asked to meet him here...

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[Bir Vuul]

“Why are you doing this?! Please! Please stop!”

The man who would call himself Sith cried out in anguish as he was held suspended by his ankles in his own cargo hold, blood flowing from his now eyeless sockets. There was something suspicious about this man, the way he responded to the sudden communication and hurried to the ship that laid in wait within Dromund Kaas’ shuttle bay. Bir Vuul had watched him with a cautious eye, ever careful to keep out of his view. What was the reason behind the call? Who had made it? Was this one of the denounced Malicia’s loyalists, scurrying away to find his Lady's surviving cultists and bolster her forces for a return strike against Darth Stolas or even worse, The Eternal? Nothing would happen to them, not if Bir Vuul had any say in the matter, leading to the young Acolyte stowing away on board and revealing himself after they entered lightspeed.

”All that is required is for you to cease with your lies! Admit you’re in search of Malicia's forces and I will end it!” Bir demanded, slamming his metallic prosthetic into the wall beside the Sith’s head. Anger resonated within the Kel Dor at this man’s incessant and ultimately only suspected deceptions. The Acolyte firmly believed in his theory however and had zero intentions on bringing an end to his interrogation until he found the answers he sought. ”Tell me the truth or I shall be forced to open your belly and read the answers from your entrails!” he whispered directly into the wailing prisoner’s ear.

“I AM telling you the truth!” the man cried out. “I am to meet with Artorigas Wessex on Dressel to serve as an enforcer for a deal he’s orchestrated! Please! Please believe me! I don’t want to die! Not like this!” His sentence was broken between sobs and hyperventilating but Bir Vuul would not be fooled by such methods of feigned despair. With a heavy sigh, the Kel Dor brought a finger to each temple, rubbing slowly to alleviate the headache this captive had brought upon him.

”You leave me no choice, I’m afraid. But have no fear!” Bir leaned in close, the muscles of his face contorting into a sinister grin as he wiggled a finger before his empty sockets. ”This will be excruciating, I promise,”

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As the small freighter dropped out of lightspeed over Dressel, the blood covered Kel Dor at it’s reigns, Bir Vuul shamefully admitted his inaccuracies . It seemed the Sith truly was merely departing to serve as an Enforcer and declared his innocence repeatedly until the very end. Such a shame. Never the less, the interrogation now spawned new questions; who was Artorigas Wessex? Why did he need to accrue a droid militia? Was he too in league with Malicia and intending to cause The Eternal harm? Perhaps if Bir could subvert any sort of plot against his Emperor, then it was possible that It could find a way to reward Bir for his loyalty. He had what he needed; the name of the recruiting Acolyte and the co-ordinates for the selected meeting place. Standing from the pilot’s chair as the vessel remained a safe distance from the world below, the Kel Dor made his way to the refresher to wash away the blood and gore before meeting with this Artorigas.

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Laying in wait behind the half constructed wall of an uncompleted structure, Bir watched as the sun began it’s descent towards Dressel’s horizon. The time for the meeting was drawing near and the deranged Kel Dor had settled on his plan. All that was required now was for Artorigas to arrive, which did not take long. If there was one thing that could be said for this young human, he was punctual. Bir silently made his way out from his cover and approached Wessex from behind, leaning his mask in close to the man’s ear.

”Well hello!” he declared, stepping back to avoid any sudden reactions. Once the man would turn to face him he would be met with the sight of the tunicless Kel Dor, his carved scar across his somewhat chiseled right pectoral visible under the ragged black cloak that he had draped over his shoulders with the hood drawn over his head and his lightsaber clipped to his belt. His dark grey trousers, stained in the blood of the false traitor, were rolled up to the middle of his calves while he remained shoeless. For a lesser man, it could be an intimidating sight. For Wessex? Unlikely. Especially as Bir Vuul had the same child like grin molded to his face as he always had when meeting someone new. Quickly raising his organic left hand to greet Wessex before returning it to his side, Bir Vuul continued. ”I’m afraid our mutual friend Yanik has found himself… indisposed and unavailable to come to your aide. I am here in his stead! You may call me Bir Vuul!”

Spoiler

As I said, Bir's insane. Pay his theories no mind. He's here to help :p

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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

This was an unusual visit to Dressel for Kayden, not because he had never visited the planet before but because of the company he was visiting it in, as well as the nature of his visit. The Marauder liked to think of himself as a more civilized Sith than many of his brethren, violence and brute force was not always the answer and he preferred the delicate touch first before the lightsabers started flying.

But that ‘delicate touch’ translated into the form of a flensing blade to carry that violence and brutality from one slit nerve to the next, slice and slice and slice, then slip the skin from the muscle and listen as his victim howled and wailed.

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE” the poor soul would plead. “KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME” they would beg. “CUT IT OFF CUT IT OFF CUT IT OFF” he/she would urge. Apparently getting your fingers cut off felt better than having them flayed. Who knew? Kayden did. He knew intimately. So did his victims.

Artorigas had settled on droids as his muscle of choice a long time ago… Well, Kayden had settled on muscle as his choice a long time ago; his own and, you guessed it, the muscle of his victims! It was so much more ripe when it was exposed to air! So much more detail! So much more...oomph!

So Kayden Skyler brought a whole bag of oomph on his way to meet the Sith Acolyte Artorigas Wessex. He sounded like a count or something but that was fine, that was fine. The man wanted flesh and blood to secure metal and wires. Kayden would give him both in spades.

There was a selfish element to Kayden's pursuit, no doubt, chief of which was earning a bounty in more ways than one and whatever cronies he might sway to his cause along the way. Yet, ultimately, Kayden was in this shindig for the fun of it.

So, as one figure silently made his way out from his cover and approached Wessex from behind, Kayden had since settled his Silence a way out into cover and approached Wessex from the front with his ship left safely behind.

He arrived in time to spot the Kel Dor with the bloody pants. They probably needed a wash. For his part, Kayden was tailored in a black leather jacket that draped down toward his knees.

“I don’t know who the kriff Yanik is,” Kayden intro’d. “But you can call me Kayden.” He cracked his neck to one side. That’s what I get for bad posture while watching movies.

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[Darth Caelestis]

The sun was slowly lowering, they were going to be late if they did not arrive soon. "One is here." The voice inside said just before the Kel Dor appeared at his ear. Perhaps he was trying to bait a reaction, or he was just plain insane. The recently introduced Bir Vuul was lucky that Artorigas was not one of their brethren who was quick to anger and quicker to strike. Instead Artorigas took the attempt at surprise or fear in his stride and turned to face the alien who had seemed to have moved away just encase he did react.

He was about to reply when the second Sith appeared, this one he had actually contacted before unlike the Kel Dor. They both appeared to be abrupt and angry Sith from first impression. "They know what its like. You should be like them." Artorigas gritted his teeth, it had been on a rampage inside his mind today as he contemplated his coming actions and he was close to snapping. No he would not, the reason he has asked Kayden and Yanik here was that he could distance himself from the useless violence of this evening. Looking at Bir it seemed he got an upgrade from Yanik in crazy and dangerous so maybe he wouldn't even need to lift a finger here to get what he wanted.

Turning back away from the pair he looked out over their target, a warehouse complex for AmanTech Corporation. "This is our target, AmanTech have been slowly building up a supply of combat and defence droids for some time. They are planning to replace all their current organic defence and security personal with them, but the company is large and buying that many combat droids brings about questions. So it is taking time, as such they have been securing smaller purchases and storing them here." He pointed out a few of the key buildings in the complex as he talked.

"I approached AmanTech about purchasing some of their spares, but a blunt force no had now brought my ire." Artorigas gripped tight the rim of the mask under his arm as he spoke. "I only need twenty of the droids, the remaining can be destroyed. I would ask that you not harm the employees unless they try to stop you. Property damage I do not care." He continued before turning back to the pair. "Once we have secured the cargo and the area my pilot will pick us up on top of the main structure. I will secure the control codes and pad, you two secure the cargo then you can have some fun. Sound fair?"

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[Bir Vuul]

Bir found himself in the company of not one Sith, but two, and it seemed introductions were to be left short. His grin faded away into a scowl as Wessex immediately went about the business at hand that had brought him to call his two allies to this place. No opportunity to get to know one another? To see what caused each of them to tick? What it was that made them who they were? The Kel Dor needed to remind himself that not everyone shared his enthusiasm of meeting new faces and making new ‘friends’ and as such, fell in line behind Wessex as he gave the general outline of what needed to be done.

It was far from what he had expected. Securing a meager twenty droids? This was hardly the deal he had been expecting from his interrogation of Yanik but it did ease his mind on the possibilities of Artorigas forming a coup against any of the higher ranking Sith. After all, with the snap of his fingers Stolas had eliminated an entire cult. What was a mere twenty droids to a man such as that? No, this would prove to be a simple snatch and grab mission and a fun one if Bir had any sort of contribution to it.

”Arty, my regal companion, it shall be done!” Bir exclaimed with renewed excitement from behind Wessex, pointing a single metallic finger into the air while reaching his left hand into the pocket of his drab cloak. ”They shall not see us coming! We shall smash and slice and obliterate any machines who stand in our way! And fear not!” Pausing, Bir pulled his left hand from his cloak and placed an object on Wessex’ shoulder before walking past him towards the edge of the building before the drop to the surface. Turning to face Artorigas and Kayden, the Kel Dor opened his arms wide and the massive grin returned to his face. ”I will be watching you to ensure our success!” Looking to the object he had placed on Artorigas’ shoulder, one of the detached eyes of Yanik, Bir used the Force to turn it’s iris to look the man in his own ocular organs. ”Now come, Kayden, my friend! And let us cause chaos for our dear proprietor! Onward!” Bir exclaimed as he addressed Kayden before leaning backwards and allowing himself to fall from the building’s edge with maniacal laughter.

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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Kayden stared off into the distance, thinking of blueberry pie and how it paired well with Cabernet Sauvignon, then at the warehouse and what other goodies it might have inside besides people and droids. AmanTech was not a corporation that this Sith was particularly familiar with but that would soon change.

Twenty good droids, Kayden mused. Take them then take off. That sounded easy enough between the three of them. He hoped his two contemporaries were up for the job and not inclined to screw it up. There was more at stake here than any stakes they might impale some poor souls upon.

“Besides the thrill of the hunt,” the Marauder began as he slipped his gaze into Artorigas’ like a blade beneath skin. “What’s in it for me?” Before and now they had discussed just the job and not so much what it paid. “What’s in it for you? These droids going to take over a shopping mall?”

Whatever the answer, Kayden looked toward Bir’s eyeball sitting upon Artorigas’ shoulder and approved of the idea at least. Then Bir was off and away like a broken bird. His ‘friend’ hung back for a moment as he addressed the Acolyte.

“I’ll do what I can to keep low key but I’m not sure about the other one. I’m guessing if someone looks at him the wrong way there will be blood. And eyeballs.” Kayden tilted his head at the one.

“Just let me know the moment you have those codes. Loose cannons tend to explode prematurely.” Like I did with that Zeltron whore. There had been blood. There was always blood. There will be blood.

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[Darth Caelestis]

Arotrigas gritted his teeth as the Kel Dor pranced up and down like a twelve year old girl, 'Arty' is what his older sister had called him and he hated it. Only his self control kept him from snapping at the alien as he spoke. The eyeball on his shoulder if anything broke some of that gritted anger, this creature was truly mentally gone, perhaps a stray blaster bolt might end it. Give them all a piece of rest bite or at worse the Kel Dor succeeded and he could be used again, a stupid looking blunt instruments in the Sith Eternals game.

He looked down at the human, apparently more composed and mentally astute than their alien brethren. When Kayden asked about payment Artorigas smiled, "I never said there was payment only work to be done." It was a fact when he put out the request he put no price on the job or promise of returned favours only that work needed to be done on Dressel and that Sith would work best. "If you wish for payment take it from them, I am sure there is something in their worth value to you." Artorigas had nothing to give the man, not that he had nothing at all, but nothing he wished to be parted off. "And for what these are worth, it is a personal matter and does not concern the Sith at large, so do not worry."

Flicking off the eyeball from his shoulder Artorigas placed the mask over his head concealing all but his eyes from the outside world. "As long as he is quiet until he gets in it does not matter. And if he gets in over his head, he is Sith let him deal with it." Turning to face the complex he took a deep breath in before looking back. "Shall we."

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[Bir Vuul]

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Bir’s feet touched the ground softly, his descent slowed by the Force thus giving him the appearance of a ghoul falling from the heavens. Comforted in the fact that this endeavor was not one of ambition against the Order itself, the Kel Dor eagerly moved towards the warehouse door with a sinister chuckle, hunched over while he twisted his fingers amongst one another ahead of himself.The single light above the entrance flickered to life as the sun finally descended beyond the mountain ridge in the distance but Bir could easily determine that it was unguarded. For the moment, that is, as soon after a Dresselian guard emerged from the warehouse with an A280 blaster rifle held across his torso.

Halting in his tracks and ducking in behind a collection of old steel barrels to hide from the guard, Bir crouched in his cover and brought his organic hand to his chin, pondering his next move. Wessex had requested that living staff be unharmed “unless they try to stop you,”. There was very little doubt in Bir’s mind that this young man would not impede his progress and as such opted that his time in this life had unfortunately come to an end. He just didn’t know it yet.

Stepping out from behind the barrels and pulling the hood of his cloak further over his face, Bir began to take steady strides towards the entrance. The darkness cast by the mountain range made his approach harder to detect but before long, the Dresselian caught sight of the intruder.

“Stop right there! This is a restricted area!” the Dresselian barked as he pointed his rifle towards Bir, but the Kel Dor would not halt. “I said stop!” Again, the Acolyte ignored the command. By now he was about thirty feet from the guard and the Dresselian’s body language indicated that he was growing concerned. “Last warning! Stop and turn around or I’ll be forced to fire!”

Raising his head to be clearly seen by the guard, Bir’s facial muscles twisted into a grin as he raised his left hand and pulled the A280 towards him with the Force. The rifle broke free from the Dresselian’s grasp and soon slapped into Bir’s own. With his prosthetic right hand, the Kel Dor wrapped his fingers around the barrel and twisted it downwards thus rendering the weapon useless before casting it aside.

Was the Dresselian aware of just what the threat was that advanced upon him? His reaction of reaching down to his commlink suggested as much but before he could call for help, Bir rushed towards him. With his right hand, the Acolyte grabbed the guard’s wrist and lifted it upward as he tightened his grasp with all the power his mechanical hand could muster. He was soon met by the sounds of crushing bones and nerves partnered by cries of pain. The Acolyte stepped to the right of the guard and pulled the arm backward, flipping the Dresselian over and to the ground harshly before placing his foot on his throat. Gurgles of pleading could only be heard momentarily before Bir pushed his heel downward, crushing the man’s windpipe and snapping his spine at the base of his skull with a violent pop.

His entrance would soon be granted. Bending over to the Dresselian corpse, Bir plucked the access card from the man’s pocket before dragging the body out of the light. Another old barrel sat in the shadows and before long it had become the poor soul’s makeshift casket. Straightening his posture and returning to the doorway, the Kel Dor waved the key card before the scanner and made his way inside.

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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Kayden was quite accustomed to taking from others rather than being given anything so that part of the plan would work out well for both him and Artorigas. He wasn’t much surprised that the latter had divulged little and less as to his purpose for the droids but asking such questions never hurt. All in all, this little operation would be a piece of cake as long as one Kel Dor did not blow the building up before they even got to the droids.

“After me,” Kayden smiled to the only Acolyte still beside him before the Marauder took off in a similar fashion to the Kel Dor. Conversation having been cut short, these two Sith weren’t far apart after they landed from their flight to make their way to the facility.

So much so that when the Dresselian guard introduced himself with tongue and rifle he had not been alone. There was a security droid beside him; the droid’s presence made sense given the circumstances.

“Freeze all motor functions,” the droid commanded as it pointed its blaster toward Kayden. The latter continued on. “Repeat: Freeze all motor functions.” Again, the Marauder ignored the command. By now he was about thirty feet from the guard and the droid’s body language, or lack thereof, indicated that he was one subroutine away from shooting. “Final warning: Freeze all motor functions.”

There was no reason to grin. Kayden just raised his right hand and halted the droid from the inside as the Force carried his own command. With his opponent disabled, Kayden closed in to finish the job. His hilt came out and sparked a black blade just quick enough to remove the droid’s head from its body before the lightsaber was deactivated. The disassembled droid made its way over to the shadow.

A moment later and Bir swiped the key card. His entrance into the warehouse would not be a lonely one. Kayden went with him. A corridor stretched out before them with no immediate guards, but either room on either side was probably a security room. They would need to deal with that first, so one Sith went one way and the other Sith went the other way.

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[Darth Caelestis]

He watched them both go, giving them a few minutes head start before he left the confides of the building site and headed to the complex. The two would quickly bring upon them the guards and defences of AmanTech which was half the plan, Artorigas was in no mood or need for a butcher, but if the other Sith wanted to they could, as long as it was needed.

Were as the two went through the front gate he instead headed round to the South. The wall was about fifteen feet, easily enough to keep out most but not a Sith. Concentrating The Force within him he jumped up and over the wall, he had planned this and knew were he would land. On a rarely used path surrounding one of the warehouses, the path itself led round to the control room, were he should find the codes for the droids as well as the anti-air defences, they needed to come down before Cydric made his approach.

Rounded the corner he was surprised by the site of a guard leaning against the wall. Luckily he wasn't the only one surprised and the guard fumbled at his weapon as he saw the man dressed in all black his face guarded by a steel mask. Artorigas reacted first flinging the guard into the opposite wall with a blow of force energy. It was not enough to kill the man, he would be unconscious and probably quite hurt but he would be ok in a few days.

Ok so that was the first thing that didn't go to plan, hopefully it would be the last.

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[Bir Vuul]

As Kayden brought up the rear, the door sliding shut behind him, the pair of Sith were now confronted with an empty hallway that had two sets of doors to either side. Bir, antsy with anticipation of action, struggled with curbing his desire of marching into the main storage area and unleashing chaos. It was too soon. Against every fiber of his being the Kel Dor needed to contain himself for a time. It wouldn’t be long before he could bring the warehouse down upon itself but first they needed to acquire what they had come to collect.

Kayden went left so Bir went right. He had no intention of stumbling upon a security room but rather was simply sweeping the area before progressing to ensure they weren’t flanked. As it so happened, a security room was precisely what the Acolyte had found. Inside was a single droid as well as a single Twi’lek woman who was observing the security cameras, only realizing it wasn’t one of her fellow co-workers that had stumbled upon her after the door slid shut behind the cloaked Sith. Her eyes shot open in surprise before she jumped from her seat to activate the alarm only to find her body frozen in position by some invisible force.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” Bir stated, his left hand out-stretched as he held the woman in place. The droid, an H7D Protocol unit and likely the woman’s assistant, started to make it’s way over to Bir.

“Unhand her immediately!” the droid stated. A simple protocol droid was no immediate threat but was still capable of causing the alarm to be activated. While his left hand held the sentient security officer in stasis, his right extended and wrapped itself around the droid’s torso through the Force before crushing it’s chassis and leaving a smoking husk of metal on the floor. The Twi’lek woman, scared and confused, began to panic.

“Please don’t hurt me! I- I just work here!” she pleaded, still held in place. With a flick of his wrist, Bir threw the woman back to her chair and advanced upon her, placing both hands on the backrest and turning her to face the terminal she had previously been watching.

”Oh, I won’t hurt you ma’am! No, no no! You see, I simply want to take a tour of this facility with a friend of mine! Perhaps you could assist us! Yes! Yes, you seem like the helpful sort!” Bir exclaimed, smiling behind the woman’s shoulder as he leaned down to observe the terminal for himself.

“Anything! Just ask! So long as I can go home to my family!” the woman stammered, her Rylothian accent growing thick as the fear of the intruder coursed through her veins.

”Excellent!” Bir laughed with delight. ”I have two simple tasks for you! So simple! First, I need to locate a cargo shipment of AmanTech’s newest security droids! Secondly, I would like you to show me the quickest path with the least resistance!” As Bir made his demands, the woman immediately went to work. Her fingers were a blur as she pulled up the latest cargo manifests and soon after, a highlighted shipment blinked before their eyes.

“Ten YD-series security droids. Bay four. They’re still non-functioning and awaiting programming,” the woman stammered. Bir’s grin widened at the news. “If you head down the corridor and take a right, you’ll find the entrance to the storage bays. There will be more guards however,”

”Excellent! You’ve been a most courteous aide, my dear! Now, sleep!” Placing his hand on the back of the woman’s head at the base of her lekku, Bir reached into her mind and placed her into a deep state of unconsciousness, ensuring she would not wake for at least a few hours. Emerging from the security office, Bir poked his head into the second room that Kayden had entered. ”What have we here, my burly compatriot?!”

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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The room that Kayden had picked was certainly a ‘room’ by all definitions of the word. The floor was polished steel, as though painstakingly preserved, and there were mirrors lining the wall that were spotless. State of the art equipment rested before them: a hand-dryer, a soap dispenser and an array of sinks and stalls and urinals amid.

As the door closed behind him, the Sith exchanged a look with a man in a dress suit who had just finished washing his hands. It was a staring contest that the man in the suit lost. “You maintenance?” He looked over the bigger guy’s black coat and the industrial mask, raising a brow at both but not terribly suspiciously.

“Maintenance?” Kayden cocked a brow.

“You are, aren’t you? It’s about kriffing time! We’ve been needing to get those new signs up above the doors since we took the old ones down! Had a woman waltz in here this morning while I was zipping up my fly!” The man zipped up his fly, stepped forward, jabbed a finger against Kayden’s chest. “All because of you lazy greasemonkeys!”

Kayden kept his cool, looked down at the finger on his chest, back up at the suit. Well, that explains why I unwittingly entered a restroom instead of a security office. Broke the finger and headbutted the man unconscious before he had time to yelp.

“What was that!?” Another voice came from the only closed stall. Footsteps came his way, slow and steady. “Is someone there?”

The stall door burst open. The man yelped. He was another dress suit only, well, his black pants were around his ankles and his socks were pink. Pretty. “Wh-What do you want!?”

“Nice socks.” Kayden complimented. “And nice nametag.” Not as pretty as the socks. “Director Marschibald Finreily... Sounds like a serial killer’s name. Is that what you are?”

“N-No!” Marschibald pleaded. “I-I’m-I’m just Corporate Operations Officer! Wh-Who are you?”

Kayden took a deep breath, regretted it on account of the stench of shit, and breathed out. “A serial killer.” His fist found the director’s face and it was good night, officer. The man collapsed on the toilet. The other man stole his nametag, flipping it over between gloved fingers to spot the barcode at the back. “Lucky for you I’m feeling generous today.” His socks too. The shoes could stay.

By the time Kayden returned to the restroom’s exit, the door opened up from the other side, and there one Sith stood staring down another Sith with a corporate nametag in one hand and a pair of pink socks in the other.

“They’re for dancing.” Kayden looked left. “I...like to dance…” Looked right. “And this is for getting into anywhere the COO of AmanTech can get into.”

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[Darth Caelestis]

Luckily for Artorigas the remainder of the track leasing down the back of the first warehouse was empty. Past the warehouse the complex opened up, it was here were most of the complex's transportation was sourced through. Six large landing pads sat along one side, while a fleet of hover lorries covered the other.

Closest to him however was the control tower, his target for this little escapade. The main access was via a elevator in the middle tower, but like much of the complex it was locked behind key cards and codes. Artorigas could have sought out a staff member and taken the codes but The Force was easier. Pulling the mythical energy within himself he leapt up towards the top of the tower.

He landed with a thud on the roof off the four story tower, the wind up here was fierce, whipping his cloak around him. He know just needed to get inside.

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[Bir Vuul]

As Kayden explained the pink socks in his hands, a fact that would undoubtedly raise an eyebrow of most(what do pink socks really have to do with dancing?), Bir clapped with enthusiasm as his grin grew exponentially. Even before his mind was broken by Kor’Bishal all those months ago on Korriban, the Kel Dor was always a fan of the performing arts. Whether or not the Marauder was pulling on Bir’s leg did not matter to him nor did the access card Kayden had simultaneously acquired.

”Yes! Yes! You have the appearance of a danseur!” the Kel Dor raised both hands above his head and clapped in rapid succession, swaying his hips to the non existent music that played only for him. ”Left! Right! Left, left, right! Half turn! Bouree!” As his weight shifted from right to left, Bir lowered his arms to shoulder level and raised his chin with pride. Ah, how sweet the melody of madness was.

Then, just as suddenly as his sporadic shimmy began, it came to an end as Bir returned to a ‘natural’ stance. His grin beaming, he looked towards his companion and pointed down the hallway towards the T junction at the end.

”We are approaching our first objective, my masculine ballerina! To the end of the hall and hang right! Please, lead the way!” With a deep bow, Bir stepped aside and swept his arms towards the doorway to indicate that he wished Kayden to take the charge.

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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

A danseur!? The honor! Kayden gasped in as much jest as he could muster, and quite a bit under the circumstances. There he was standing with a pair of pink socks meant for dancing in (they had everything to do with dancing when you weren’t wearing shoes to dance in) before a Kel Dor who was as crazed as one other Kel Dor had been after Kayden had finally let her out of her cage.

Unfortunately this Sith had no free hands to clap with so elected to shift his feet while gripping pinks socks and a key card. He danced left, danced right, left-left-right, half turn. “Bouree!” Kayden chuckled. It was not quite on his agenda to dance with Bir or any other at this end of the day but, hey, who was he to pass the opportunity up?

The dance ended as quickly as it began and the two Sith stood as still as silence. Bir broke it with the task at hand, relaying his findings from the security room, and truly the two were a match made in madness. Or were they?

“You dance well, my bloody mummer. I shall take the lead, then. These violent delights have violent ends.” With that, the two Sith were off.

Down the corridor. Take a right. They walked right into a pair of guards who were either on their way to check in with a security room no longer responding or with a restroom that called their bladders and bowels.

“Who the kriff—”

Kayden’s palm shot up toward one guard’s chin, cutting his voice off as well as his mind as the blow sent him flying backwards and unconscious. Bir would surely have pulled no less of a knockout maneuver (or a murderous one, depending on his mood).

That meant two less guards but two more bodies. If Bir wanted to drag them both back to one of the rooms they had passed then by all means. Kayden was too focused on what waited in front of them to care and, well, more bodies would hit the floor soon enough. The two just created were more like crumbs from a cookie.

“Thank you, Director Marschibald.” The key card swiped the lock and the storage bay door opened. Oh yes, there were more guards, but didn’t that just mean more bodies?

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[Darth Caelestis]

The Force flowing around Artorigas reached out and through the Durasteel below him, as expected there was three people inside the tower, one appeared to be a guard on the look out the others just staff. He watched the guard slowly walk the edge of the room the large open windows giving him a great view of the complex beneath. Good news it seemed that none of them were aware of the other two.

Moving over to the side near the door Artorigas waited for the guard to make his way over, just as he reached the door the Acolyte dropped down onto the small landing just outside. The thumb caught the man's attention and he shortly opened the door. 'Just as planned.' The guard let out a small noise before Artorigas was on him, grabbing both of his shoulders he rammed the metal helmet into the man's face knocking him out cold and he was inside before the other two had noticed.

Pulling his lightsaber free from the small clip on his belt he ignited it, a purple blade sent out a glow around him. "Do not move." He said his voice distorted through the rebreather, blade pointed at the pair. "Move away from the panels." The pair submitted and walked backwards, then from the corner of his eye he saw movement. Damn a droid. Spinning he slashed through the metallic creature, a VD Droid, the same model he was here for fell in two onto the floor.

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[Bir Vuul]

As the door to the storage bay slid open, four YD series droids were receiving instructions from their Bith overseer but soon turned their attention towards the two new arrivals in Bir and Kayden. The droids, standing at attention and awaiting their orders, remained motionless while the Bith shot them a look of disbelief.

<”What? Intruders! Security units, subdue the threat!”> the Bith ordered in his native tongue only to push his way past them, no doubt looking to activate the facility's alarm. The four droids spurred to action, levelling their blasters on the pair and advancing as they began to fire. Bir’s lightsaber snapped to his hand and the crimson blade ignited in a blur before him, deflecting the bolts of energy. The Bith was closing in on the terminal on the far end of the bay, however, and he needed to be stopped.

”Let us play in the shadows!” Bir laughed loudly, reaching his left hand upwards to wrap around the large light fixture and yanking it downward. The storage room’s illumination faded following a series of sparks and as the fixture crashed down on two of the four droids, the Kel Dor retracted his blade and sped around the perimeter of the room. The Force guided his movements, allowing him to see any obstacles in the darkness while simultaneously being near impossible to be located by the YD’s. Utilizing the blackness of the room, Bir turned and rushed the remaining droids, his blade snapping to life once again and illuminating the immediate area around him as the security units searched for their target only to be cut down before they could realise he was directly on top of them.

Turning to see the Bith, Bir saw he was practically on top of the terminal. Reaching his left hand outward, he wrapped his invisible grip around the man’s ankle and tugged him backwards just in the nick of time. The man kicked and screamed as he was held in place on the floor, unsure of what had him pinned, as Bir advanced. Retracting his saber and replacing the hilt on his belt, the Kel Dor now stood over top of the terrified guard.

”Why run, my friend?” Bir cooed coldly as he leaned down, wrapping his mechanical hand around the back of the man’s neck and throwing him backward. The Kel Dor turned to Kayden. ”What sort of games should we play with this coward, my light footed compatriot?!”

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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

One red blade. One black blade. A scarlet blade and a sable blade. The former’s, Bir’s. The latter’s, Kayden’s. Beside the two lightsabers, the darkness danced. One blade was adapted to it. The other was born into it.

Bir’s lightsaber danced in the dark like the shape of blood if it were to take the form of a sword. Kayden’s lightsaber, however, was framed only in the silver edges that illuminated its dark design, as though the Darksaber of old but not quite.

It tore a path through one of the remaining droids, rendering its functionality quite dysfunctional, before the machine dropped to the ground and would never get back up. By that point, Kayden’s blade was removed to be repositioned, not toward a Bith or Sith or droid but an Ishi Tib found cowering behind a container.

The creature crawled and cried, begged and pleaded, but by then Kayden’s hands were tugging her legs and Force-pulling her toward the Bith. What sort of game to play, the Kel Dor had queried, and now there were O so many to toy with.

“Well…” Kayden acknowledged his contemporary as their two toys were merged into one: One Bith, one Ishi Tib, and have fun. “Which of you fine souls would like to join our team?” The black-sabered Sith beckoned.

The Bith and Ishi Tib exchanged looks in silence broken by the Human’s voice. “Oh...there’s only one spot open right now so we’re gonna have…” With that, Kayden tossed a knife toward either hostage. “...Tryouts…”

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[Darth Caelestis]

Reaching into his bag he pulled out some cuffs he had secured before their arrival, he tossed them to the human male and pointed at his colleague a rather short Cyclorrian. "Cuff him up behind his back and put him in the corner." He only needed one of the men to get what he needed and there was no need to kill the Cyclorrian if he didn't have to. It took a moment for the human to get moving, the still humming lightsaber in Artorigas' hand seemed to help move him along.

Soon the alien was sat in the corner away from the other consoles, Artorigas warned him not to move, if they both obeyed he had no reason to harm them. "Now you, log in, I need the details and security codes for the VD Security droids you have stored here." He stood on the shoulder as the man logged into the server and started getting the details up. "Ummm.... We have two hundred and forty droids on the site Mi 'lord." The man stuttered. "I can get the codes for you now."

As the man tapped away Artorigas' mind raced, it was what Kayden had spoken about earlier, twenty was a small amount for sure, even though he only had the weapons for twenty he could always arm the rest at a latter date. Pulling out his comm link he patched himself through to the 'Wyvern'. "Cydric, how many of these things do you think we could get on board?" "I thought we were only taking..." "Just give me a number." "If they fold down around a hundred Mi 'lord." "Good prepare the ship." Flipping the switch on the holo to go through to Kayden, he never got the Kel Dor's details, though me might have Yanik's comms for all he knew. "Kayden, new plan. Take as many of the droids as possible."

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[Bir Vuul]

Any trace of courage that existed within the Bith diminished as the knife clattered to the ground before him. Both he and the cowering Ishi Tib were in shock at what was asked of them but as the realization became clear, they started to cower and plead for their lives. It was like music to Bir’s ears, listening to them prattle on. Unlike the Twi’lek security guard, these two seemed to hold no purpose that would make their assignment any easier. They were expendable.

“<.... Anything you want! Please! Please don’t make us do this!>” the Bith cried, lacing his fingers together before himself. The Ishi Tib’s words were far more incoherent, unintelligible at the threat of losing his life. Looking between their play things, Bir took notice of a puddle forming at the Bith’s knees.

”We have a bed wetter!” Bir laughed, tilting his head back as he did but returning his attention to the Ishi Tib at his side. ”Well we simply can’t allow someone to come with us if they’re going to urinate all over the ship, now can we?!” he continued with a sinister chuckle as he raised his left hand, touching the subconscious of the Ishi Tib. The tears ceased near immediately and were replaced by a neutral stare of autonomy as the alien reached down and grabbed the blade that Kayden had provided and raising it’s razor sharp point towards his co-worker.

“<No! No! Oh god, no!>” the Bith cried out as he tried to shuffle away but the Kel Dor moved in on him while his left hand maintained it’s hold over the knife wielding Ishi Tib, his right hand now wrapped around the Bith’s throat.

”Death isn’t so bad, my friend! Take solace in knowing that your beaked buddy will face a fate much worse than that of your own!” Bir declared, his grin beaming as the Ishi Tib sunk the blade into the Bith’s chest repeatedly. The screams were cut short as one of his lungs were pierced, leaving the man dead in Bir’s grasp in seconds.

“Kayden, new plan. Take as many droids as possible,”

The order came from Kayden’s comm and brought a disgruntled glare from Bir. Releasing both the corpse of the Bith as well as his mental hold over the Ishi Tib, the latter now realizing what he had done and breaking down into tears once more over his fallen victim, the Kel Dor began to stand.

”There are ten in a crate within this room! I shall find them! Make this one pay for murdering his brother! Yes! Yes!” Bir cackled, turning away from Kayden and the Ishi Tib before locating the cargo crate in question and beginning to unlock it.

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