Nada Opposition on Kelada

[Darth Parox]

Kelada, 1151 local time​

They had been forced to walk on foot long ago. Kelada was an interesting planet; it specialized in repulsorlift technology, but half of the planet consisted of rainforest and jungle—hardly good terrain for repulsors. It was at constant war with itself; technology would win, cutting down massive swaths of flora and wildlife, erecting massive factories and polluting areas until they became industrial wastelands, then get overtaken by nature. Entire cities had faced catastrophic failure because of factories not working properly, and now they were covered by vegetation. They had passed by one earlier—it had been where they'd landed their shuttle, and where their pilot was waiting.

Now, they were walking—and had been walking for about an hour—through humid, bug-ridden, jungle, with green as far as the eye could see. The sky above them was green too with the leaves of trees hundreds of meters tall, and the ground was no different. It was hard to see where one was stepping through the bushes, which was why Milo was currently hacking through everything in front of him with a Sith sword. He had killed a fair amount of wildlife that way, though they were mostly nameless species that no one had cared enough to discover and mark down. They would not be missed, and he would not regret their deaths—jungles were dangerous, full of venomous creatures. He did not want to get poisoned by a kitten because he'd stopped to pet it.

A datapad in his left hand beeped like a sonar, slowly getting more and more frantic. It was how they knew they were nearing the coordinates toward their destination, since navigation through the jungle was impossible for them. Without the datapad, they would have gotten lost long ago—not that they hadn't been forced to backtrack.

It was a few more minutes of hectic beeping later that they finally came to a clearing. It was unremarkable save for the boulders in front of them. Even the rocks were equally irrelevant, if not for the door that had been built into them, which glowed faintly with the symbol of what he assumed was the seal of whatever group they were going to be wiping out today. Shutting the datapad off, he sheathed the Sith sword and drew his lightsaber in one hand and violator in the other.

"I'll vaporize the door and we can run in guns ablaze," he suggested.

@Darasuum @Morse

 

[Taalong Vorr]

Diplomacy had not necessarily failed the Sith in their mission. But there were always elements to every deal that required a more firm hand. A separate approach that few spoke of when it came to the negotiations that were on the table. Taalong Vorr was not always present for the meetings at said negotiating table, but he certainly played a part in frequent unseen tasks. The motivation and collections of debts or deeds that must be done to ensure the success of Imperial strategies that spanned throughout the galaxy. He was by no means an important player, much more a reliable pawn in the great games of those above him.

On this day he followed a Drast, though one not like others he had met. This one was powerful, a fighter for his position of renown and prominence. Vorr could respect this, and certainly had no choice in the open. Though not a supporter of the blood rights that so many of them laid claim to, he did not take issues with those powerful, strong enough, and willing to prove their right to claim themselves as a dominant power in the galaxy. They were in fact one of the most renown force dynasties in history, and the very essence of this man carried that.

He did carry a blaster... which Taalong Vorr considered to be contradictory to the teachings of the Sith... but it did not surprise him as in the end... he was a Drast.

"On your lead, Crusader." Taalong Vorr denoted his superiors place. He was but a mere acolyte and one that had been assigned to play a subservient role to the very powerful Sith that stood before him.

As they had approached the door, Taalong Vorr drew up his long hilted lightsaber, bringing the weapon to bear as the mighty long red blade extending somewhat longer then the typical lightsaber blade. His Sith armor unpolished and battleworn, he narrowed his yellow eyes behind his war mask, preparing for the order to enter the breach and to begin the slaughter.

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[Darth Valravus]

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❅ THEME ❅​

The Jungle was different from her recent excursions. It was hot so she had forgone wearing a great deal of her trappings. The long black braids and locks fell from Zan's head across her shoulders where they turned a silvery white. The Deucalian Crusader's armor was breathable in the areas where it lacked armored plating. She he removed parts of its covering which revealed her tattooed shoulders and arms.

The large female had her own sith sword drawn. Normally she kept the large weapon on Zan back but the thick brush needed to be cut for passage. The woman would have liked it if a storm had hit. The rain was always nice. This was a dangerous place but not compared to Atrer III.

Eventually the trio came to a stop in the clearing. Zan stopped and looked around but saw only the door that other crusader spoke of. How many Drasts had she met now? She was not sure. There were quite a few but it was yet to be seen if they lived up to the name, in person at least. Still, his merit preceeded him to a degree and for that she would give him the benfit of the doubt as a warrior. Taalong, she had already worked with and knew a little about him.

The man had a violator. That was impressive. They were illegal but in Zan's eyes that mattered very little considering the main reason for its outlaw by common law was because it was so destructive and brutal. For a Deucalian brutality was a way of life and that was shared with most Sith. She simply stood back and waited for the path to be cleared.

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[Darth Parox]

Milo nodded. He stepped forward alone, hand gripping the violator. He pointed the muzzle toward the door, pressing the trigger without hesitation. A loud whoop tore through the forest, silencing, the chirping birds and rest of the fauna. If the terrorists didn't know they were coming, they would now. Not that it mattered.

A ray of light tore out of the violator and hit the door, reducing it—and the rock around it—to dust. Almost the entire wall crumbled and landed in a heap of ash-like substance on the grass. A gaping hole had been left in the side of the boulders, which served as an entrance to the small warehouse within. Various pieces of machinery were scattered about, as well as a few speeders still being repaired. Some of the terrorists were working on them, shirtless and covered in grease, without weapons anywhere near them to defend themselves with. Others were simply carrying about mundane tasks, like the group that was playing cards.

His companions should be charging in about now so that they could capitalize on the element of surprise. Milo did likewise, grabbing his lightsaber and igniting it with one motion. He holstered the violator, finding no more use to the weapon for now.

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[Taalong Vorr]

The blast from the weapon was impressive. The vicious jet of light that poured from it was immense considering the size of the device. It raced through the air giving great sound and a rage to match each of the Sith standing there. It struck the rocks before them with a cascading blast, not stopping for anything but its target, and silencing all of the world around it as it did its work.

Yet as impressive as the weapon was, Taalong Vorr could not help but feel it betrayed an element of the Sith teachings themselves. Utilizing such tools only served as a crutch, rather then expanding ones own power in the force, it relied on the technology that were used by weaker beings to do their work. Taalong Vorr had focused all of his energy into his blade and senses to enhance them. He himself was the weapon. Though this Drast gave off an amazing amount of energy in an aura of darkness, Vorr felt the young, but powerful Sith was a victim of his youth. Seeking to expand by any means necessary was a weakness that many Sith seemed to have fallen into.

A particularly irony that Vorr found was that few of them had ever had the necessity of fighting with a blaster. He had fought wars on every corner of the battle worn landscape of Kalee, whether with a spear or a blaster, he did what he had to do. He had fought for his life with no alternative long before his abilities in the force were recognized even to himself. And in learning those powers he had never thought of returning to them. The force was an amazing gift and a tool to be wielded by the strong that extended far passed the physical realm.

He saw blasters as little more then an impediment to a force user, but it was an opinion he kept to himself alone.

As the dust cleared Taalong Vorr brought his blade up to guard his center and proceeded forward quickly towards the exposed enemy. They stood no chance. They seemed to be completely unaware, though that was to be expected. The presence of the Sith at a moment to kill surprised most anyone that hid from others. The Sith would not care, they put them to the blade without a second thought.

Vorr was mindful of their task. There were plans in the facility that they needed. Still he knew that it was not he that would find them, nor inquire as to their location. He acted to maintain even odds are provoke a quick action. He sliced through those that worked on the repulsorlift vehicle, and cut apart hands that reached for blasters. The shock alone and the rushing of black and red before them looked like deaths shadow wrapping around them.

This was Vorr's talent. This was Vorr's value to the Sith.

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[Darth Valravus]

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There was no need to ready her weapons. All Zan felt she needed was the sith sword in her grip. Its physical weight and presence felt good in her hands. When the door was removed as an obstacle the Deucalian would wait a moment and then move into the entrance.

Taalong moved in at a measured pace. His lightsabers capable of being used to reflect blaster bolts. But Zan used her weapon of choice to challenge herself. With a burst of speed, assisted by the force she ran into the fray. Hauling her large blade around she cleaved one man's off of the rest of his body.

Others were still trying to ready their blasters but it was too late. The blood lusting Crusader was in the thick of it. The drab blade soon became slick with blood. Using the force she continue to narrowly dodge small arms blasters or pull living and dead bodies of her enemies in the way of fire.

@vamp @Morse

 

[Darth Parox]

The three Sith charged into the improvised warehouse, guns blazing. They had taken the terrorists by surprise—especially due to the violator. Milo ran through, lightsaber ignited. It was all just a matter of swiping around and bisecting unarmed bodies without much effort. Few of the targets had actually been able to reach for and use blasters. Those that did were holed up behind cover, firing on the three Sith with wildly inaccurate aim; they weren't used to fighting Sith. Law enforcement on Kelada was likely seriously lacking if these guys had actually managed to get anything done.

He used the crossguard of his lightsaber to slam a man into the ground, his blaster flying out of his hands as the blade cut into his gut. With a twirl and a slash, Milo dispatched the thug that had appeared out of virtually nowhere to avenge his friend. He was about to swing again when he realized there weren't any more targets on the warehouse floor. Looking around, he could see corpses scattered around like the machinery was, and a single metal door on the far wall a few meters from him. If the plans were anywhere, they were likely there.

The Sith dug his lightsaber into the durasteel, carving a path into the metal. He could hear no noises from within, but the door was locked, so someone was clearly in there, waiting for them. He finished carving an opening, the melted metal leaking from the holes he'd cut. With a kick, he slammed the center of the door off from the rest of it, sending it flying into the room within. Milo ducked out of the way as blaster bolts came pouring out from within.

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[Taalong Vorr]

Forming up behind the the Drast Sith Lord, Taalong Vorr assisted in the destruction of the few meager miscreants that stood before them. It was unfortunate for the fallen that they were faced by such unconquerable odds, facing off against a Sith Lord and two famously violent Sith followers. Still that may have been a fortunate experience as it meant that there would not likely be any survivors. No one to bear the suffering and starvation of being the last one alive. No one to endeavor forward with fear and revenge in their hearts. Though that was a powerful tool, an ally to all Sith, it was not something that those less powerful did well with, as it furthered the pain till their death.

The area became quiet suddenly. Only the low hum of lightsabers could be heard as the final miscreant was dispatched before them. There was a brief pause as the final strike was made, and the Sith stood upright, their lightsabers still singing with red hatred. They set the ground aglow as they strode continuing in their search for their quarry. Though their senses were keen, they were not required here. The evidence suggested a metal door hid what they sought.

As their Sith Lord leader began to tear the door apart, Vorr left his senses to wander forward. He could feel those on the other side. He knew they had their backs against the wall as they were full of fear. But he equally could sense their determination towards survival. Which meant only one thing.

A last stand was imminent.

His lightsaber was brought to guard, in preparation for what would lurch out at the breaking of the door. And lurch something did, as a hail of blaster bolts soared through the air outward.

There were two men standing there. The first was firing on him, the other in a separate direction. He deflected the bolts easily. The Drast taking cover beneath the fire. Taalong Vorr deflected several repeated blasts, and just as quickly threw his own lightsaber blade at the one firing upon him. The whirring red blade spun through the air in the line of fire of the bolts. The blade would rend the firer in half, and rush back to Vorr's hand when the strike was complete.

The other would be dispatched quickly, and Vorr stepped forward to prepare the search in peace.

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[Darth Valravus]

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She felt the heat of the air as the others' lightsabers created ozone in the air. The smell of burned flesh and clothes, the smoke in the air and the heated sky as discharge blaster bolts ignited around her. It mixed with the sickly sweet smell of what her cold blade reaped. There was a fire in her chest and Zan was content with letting it burn everything around her. Building up the force inside her she let out a climactic bellow. From her free hand she pressed it into the side of the man's face, burning it as she projected as much heat as she could muster. A third degree burn in the shape of her hand marked itself on the man's unprotected face before he fell unconscious from his wounds and shock.

It seemed that her cohorts were engaging in the festivities. There was nothing quite like wading into a melee and carving one's way through their enemies. This was entirely Zan's element and she was not ashamed of it. The other law enforcement officers nearby noticed the sudden display of fire. It was hard to miss.

Letting out an eager rumbling growl she was in full berserker mode. Running towards her enemies she threw her body from side to side, taking a shot in her torso, her lower calf, the bolts aimed at her barabric figure mostly missed. It was not until she was close enough that the remaining opposition realized their inevitable demise. Blood spattered her face and armor. That was a sensation that one could not get with a lightsaber.

She looked around, wondering where the remaining targets were but there were none. The drip drip drop of the crimson life fluid fell to the ground over the bodies around her. Zan was breathing heavily from both excitment and exertion. After this there would surely be a day's full rest whether she wanted it or not. A cough came from one fallen officer. Grimacing in horendous pleasure she plunged her chipped blade into his chest hearing the gurgling end as the Sith Lord made his way through the next obstacle.

Wrenching her weapon from the corpse she swung it to the side. Flecks of blood spattered the floor. With her blood lust ebbing away she walked towards the door. The moment it was cut she saw the glow of a weapon discharge. Thankfully she had been somewhat off to the side and had time to duck to the side just in time though one of her braids was singed. Now that pissed her off a bit.

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[Darth Parox]

Milo used the Force to reach out and wrap it around the other defender's neck, lifting him off the ground. With one quick swipe he slammed the man into a nearby wall with enough power to break most of the bones in his body, then dropped him. Milo stepped into the room alongside Taalong, his lightsaber extinguished. There were only 2 corpses in this room, so navigating around was easy. He stormed around, opening drawers and ransacking everything he found.

After a few minutes, Milo pulled out what seemed to be a hard drive, some small text engraved on the side. He stashed it in his pocket and turned to the two Sith, heading for the door. "We're done here."

@Darasuum @Morse

Fin.​