The Senex-Juvex Campaign: The Ninth Quadrant
The Senex-Juvex planet of Loovria is infamous for its bloody gladiatorial death fights, a spectacle for the entertainment of bored Senex-Juvex nobles and their wealthy neighbors. Infiltrators will pose as fighting slaves to gain access to the fighter's pits. Respect must be earned in order to gain the fighter's attention, and it can only be earned in bloody sand to a cheering crowd. The groundwork for a gladiator uprising is to be laid for future operations to gain control of the Senex-Juvex in this mission.
The Senex-Juvex planet of Loovria is infamous for its bloody gladiatorial death fights, a spectacle for the entertainment of bored Senex-Juvex nobles and their wealthy neighbors. Infiltrators will pose as fighting slaves to gain access to the fighter's pits. Respect must be earned in order to gain the fighter's attention, and it can only be earned in bloody sand to a cheering crowd. The groundwork for a gladiator uprising is to be laid for future operations to gain control of the Senex-Juvex in this mission.
The crowd's cheers and the smell of blood hung heavily in the air. Rage, fear, desperation, and killing intent rang so deliciously through the Force and while Hrist would have usually reveled in it, her mind focused mainly on the mission that she was to undertake alongside her fellow Marauder. She was glad – well, in a twisted sort of way – to be working with him on this mission, given that perhaps he was most likely her favourite Sith so far, being a former Jedi who fell to the clutches of the Dark Side.
After successfully conquering Eiattu, the Sith Lord Darth Asminys had turned his gaze on the sectors of Senex-Juvex. It was admirable, the way these Sith Lords relentlessly worked to expand territories for the Sith Eternal's benefit. Should she call it an honor to be working for them, to fulfill her purpose within their Order?
She fought the smirk that threatened to cross her visage as she sat waiting for the next gladiatorial fight down the fighter's pits, her blood-red gaze finding her fellow Marauder across their shared prison cell. Hrist had taken it upon herself to volunteer for one of Darth Asminys's plans for gaining control over the Senex-Juvex. Loovria was quite infamous for its gladitorial fights, and it was a staple form of entertainment for both bored and jaded nobles – regardless of they were outsiders or from Senex-Juvex themselves. The mission was rather simple despite its covert nature: the two Marauders were to infiltrate the fighter's pits by posing as fighting slaves themselves, and from there on they would have to gain the other fighters' attention and respect through their triumphs in the gladiatorial arena.
Of course she and Algus were to shed their identities as the Sith, their belongings hidden by two of the Order's agents who were posing as a part of the audience. Their lightsabers were exchanged for other weaponry – vibroswords, axes... so crude, so uncivilized for Hrist's own tastes if they weren't quite effective in drawing blood and ending lives in an almost inelegant way. Now, and for the whole duration of the mission, the two of them were nothing but a pair of pathetic souls thrown into the harsh lives of fighting slaves who lived and died for the pleasure and entertainment of those who held power, who thought they stood at the top of the food chain simply because they were wealthy and thus assumed that with affluence came absolute power.
Gods, they were wrong, those pathetic nobles. So utterly wrong, they would never know what was coming for them.
She smiled at Algus behind her mask while she shifted on her seat and leaned further back against the wall, amusement shining in her ruby eyes as the crowd roared their delight at the arena. The fighting slaves' death cries were louder through the Force, and it only seemed to fuel her own bloodlust – restrained only by the mission they have been given and her Father's teachings.
"Pathetic, are they not?" she mused out loud, stretching her legs before her and settling her clasped hands on her stomach. Her long, russet hair – currently dyed black – cascaded smoothly over her shoulders in an ebony curtain. "Little do they know that soon enough, the roles will be reversed and they will be the ones to scream for mercy once the uprising begins. Foolish, pathetic nobles."
A quiet chuckle. Then,
"Their illusion of power will be shattered very soon."
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ACTIVE | INACTIVE
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