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The Cult of Ophiel is a religious organization of Light Side extremists who are committing acts of violence against the Brotherhood. Ophiel prey on the vulnerable and misguided in society and lure Sith Acolytes into their ranks, having built their places of worship on backwater and primitive worlds surrounding Sith space. The Ophiel cult bases its largest cathedral in the planetary capital of Florn. The Sith Brotherhood knows that several key figureheads of the cult call the cathedral their home and that the followers of the local kingdom view it as a most crucial landmark in their faith.
A Brother and Sister of the Sacred Band, alongside a Sith of the Brotherhood, have been given a simple mission.
Seize the cathedral.
Raze it to the ground.
Leave none alive.
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The Cult of Ophiel is a religious organization of Light Side extremists who are committing acts of violence against the Brotherhood. Ophiel prey on the vulnerable and misguided in society and lure Sith Acolytes into their ranks, having built their places of worship on backwater and primitive worlds surrounding Sith space. The Ophiel cult bases its largest cathedral in the planetary capital of Florn. The Sith Brotherhood knows that several key figureheads of the cult call the cathedral their home and that the followers of the local kingdom view it as a most crucial landmark in their faith.
A Brother and Sister of the Sacred Band, alongside a Sith of the Brotherhood, have been given a simple mission.
Seize the cathedral.
Raze it to the ground.
Leave none alive.
Participants
@RedneckLoves -as- Ailsa Elva Myrna
@Apostacy -as- Drallic Vess
@Slamdingo -as- Essja Dreytila
Part of the Burning Ophiel mission-pack, as made by @Marf.
Contact the participant or Sith leadership if you wish to participate in some manner.
[/fancybox2]@RedneckLoves -as- Ailsa Elva Myrna
@Apostacy -as- Drallic Vess
@Slamdingo -as- Essja Dreytila
Part of the Burning Ophiel mission-pack, as made by @Marf.
Contact the participant or Sith leadership if you wish to participate in some manner.
Ever since it had passed from the hands of Cassir Dreytila, normally the 'Destiny' only served to transport two entities. The first was its owner and thus de-facto captain, the Jedi hunter Essja Dreytila: the foul-mouthed, heavy-smoking, binge-drinking, and sole surviving heir of the Dreytila family name and all which that entailed . . . that being the 'Destiny'. The second occupant was an M6-series utility and astromech droid, identified in the short-hand as M6-F00, and identified in the even shorter hand as simply 'Foo': co-pilot when Essja had the helm as he did at that moment, navigator, assistant comms officer, chief engineer, and the ship's ever-faithful quarter-master all put together in one 4'7" tall sphere. And of the two, only one was complaining about the shift from status quo.
'Foo' gave a long and plaintive wail as she rolled up beside the pilot's seat. Even if a listener wasn't fluent in droidspeak, it'd be obvious that 'she' was upset or distressed by the tone. 'Tall, Dark, and Mean-looking' seemed more like he was stalking prey than traveling from point A to point B through the ship and 'Foo' just generally disapproved of anybody having something at their hip that could slice through parts of the ship's hull. And 'Party Of Three' hadn't done anything to really be a cause for alarm . . . yet. Two additional fleshy humanoids traipsing about the ship who might not notice 'her' until they bumped into her was bad enough, but she had to wonder if her Captain really had to pick these ones to go riding in to some end-of-the-galaxy backwater?
Of course it all sounded something like a hell of a lot of angry and distressed beeps, squawks, and drawn out tones. While the Jedi hunter just nodded his head.
Essja just plucked a fresh pack of cigarettes from the worn carton by his control panel and lit it up. All while waiting for 'Foo' to finish her long-winded complaint. And once 'she' was done - and Essja stopped pondering if 'long-winded' was the appropriate term for a being that had no lungs - he replied, "I know, I know, Foo. The evil bad man and the hot chick are going to take our ship and go off across the galaxy in some power-couple murder-spree. Really, its terrible. Truly. I'm just as worried as you" if dripping sarcasm was acid, he'd burn through the deck-plates "but unless you want me to take on a whole cult of homicidal Jedi-worshippers by myself, I need the extra firepower at my side. And besides, if they try anything . . . shoot 'em."
She gave another plaintive string of squeaks and tones in protest.
"Well its either we deal with blood on the deck if they try, or we lose the ship." It was obvious he had little faith in his droid's please and worries.
A tone from the control panel drew his attention away from Foo and towards the instrument panel as the curvature of Florn's horizon drew closer and closer with their descent into the planet's atmosphere. It was nothing pressing or alarming because Essja was more than enough of a competent pilot to control their speed and angle of descent to make a rather smooth and uninterrupted atmospheric entry. Of course just to be safe he deposited his still burning cigarette in the nearby ash-tray for keeping until after the harder part of the maneuver was handled. He was confident enough that the minor rattling and shakes of the 'Destiny' wouldn't disturb his fellows that he didn't even bothering to draw attention to it over the ship's PA. However once it was done and he began a steeper descent towards the capital city he keyed that PA system.
The PA crackled as he first keyed, "Ladies and gentleman, if you look out your windows now you will see the verdant green landscape of Florn below us now. Its home to the lovable and cuddly Lamproid, dangerous and varied wildlife, and goody-two-shoe space-wizards with a mad-on for the Brotherhood." He retrieved his cigarette, "I'm touching us down outside the city. Be ready inside of fifteen minutes."