Operation ELF-Arrow: The ELF's Nihilism.

[Denzein]

Ord Mantell, planet of the domed cities and towering mountains... Jewel of the Sith Empire and proudly a part of the most dominant current galactic power, it was a planet many others looked upon with some jealousy. Over the millennia precious few disasters had touched it - and as such it had quietly thrived and profited as so many other worlds were torn asunder by powers greater than they had the srength to resist.

Ord Mantell was lucky, but once in awhile even this safe haven of the civilised came under attack. It was inevitable that occasionally even the most secure planets were beset by the enemies of all things sane - that sometimes they required pruning.

The people said nothing, but they always whispered behind closed doors. There was a nervous air to the world, as if something were about to rear its ugly head. The citizens of Ord Mantell could just sense the imminent hardships they would be forced to endure, and they were usually right about such predictions.

They had a nose for trouble, you see.

When Estera province starting having disappearances, then, it was little surprise. People whispered behind closed doors as they always had, and these murmurings attracted the attention of the Empire. They told of ELF, they told of revolution. They told of change.

This would not do.

ELF had indeed come to Ord Mantell, and had set up an extensively cloaked and guarded base in the Jerall Mountians. It was a well guarded affair - scores of defected soldiers, defensive blaster turrets and a pair of "borrowed" heavy combat speeders were what they had, and they gained more every day. Their task was primarily to steal supplies for the cause, and they took everything they could - not even people were above their grasping clutches. They were rapidly becoming more and more of a thorn in the Empire's side on Ord Mantell, and if they weren't annihilated soon the problem they represented would blossom into civil war across countless systems.

Not even the Empire could afford that, not when it was warring the largest conglomerate Government ever conceived. They had to be stopped.

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The door hissed open, and a man with a balaclava saluted as Ahriman strode past. He was wearing a faded yellow robe and an amulet proudly displaying the Mark about his neck. His mask was his standard piece - a full facial affair fashioned from human bone and weathered brass, featureless and flat apart from its metal trim. Ahriman did not need his eyes to see, such was his connection to the Force.

He had been allowed into the inner sanctum of the ELF compound, in order to speak with their leaders on Ord Mantell. They thought him here to discuss the possibility of their movement being sponsored, at least covertly, by his personal Parish of the Church of Nothing. The delicious lie sent would have sent tingles down his spine, were he of a mind to choose to feel emotions these days.

No, it were best if he continued shutting them out. Easier to forget a series of bland facts than to tear out your very soul. Were these people so desperate that they turned to The Great Destroyer itself for aid?

Idiots. They would learn their mistake.

 

[Vazela]

Vilox Pazela's arms lifted up to the hood on his Sith robe. Gently, the hood fell over his spiked hair and concealed the sombre expression of his face. Illuminated behind the veil of darkness created by the hood were his yellow predatory eyes; and other than his tightly thin mouth and chalk white chin, they were all that ELF and indeed Ahriman would see, unless the hood was removed.

And he intended not for this to happen. He didn't want them to learn what he looked like.

His eyes averted away from the hissing door, and up to Ahriman as he crossed the threshold of it and into the room. He briefly took notice of the balaclava'd man before averting back before him. The room itself was dark, and his hands were clammy inside his pockets as they came to stop. Tricked into believing that the newly inducted Sith was a follower of the Ahriaman's Parish of the Church of Nothing, Vilox silently observed the proceedings and waited for the ample time to strike.

 

[The Shiznit]

Empire Liberation Front, also known as ELF. The group was hell-bent on tearing down the empire, an empire that Rhat was now a devoted member of. There efforts must be stopped at all costs and that was what brought Rhat to Ord Mantell this time. ELF had made the mountains of Ord Mantell into their stronghold and began planning their assault on the grand Sith Empire. One part of their plan was to gain the alliance of the Church of Nothing, their thoughts being that members of the Church would then support and join their cause. The plot may have worked had a Sith not already been amongst the leaders of the Church and began planning a way to crush this new uprising.

As part of this counter-plot Rhat was dressed in a full black robe with the hood up fully concealing his face and adding a shroud of mystery to his appearance. The only thing that stuck out was the necklace that had a wooden Mark of the Church of Nothing dangling around his neck. Rhat was not a believer in the Church and the All mighty Destroyer but for the mission he would act the part and wear the symbol around his neck. Rhat personally believed in a grand Chaos that held all Sith and the stronger and better a Sith preformed in life the more power said Sith would learn and hold when they reached the gates of Chaos.

Rhat walked in behind Ahriman acting as a devout personal follower to the highly respected Church Saint that would accompany him for this meeting. Little did they know Rhat was a Sith and had his lightsaber concealed within this robe ready for this meeting, or ambush depending on which side you were on.