Open Scars, Wounds, and Severed Limbs. A Sith's Tale.

[Darth Draugr]

{Open to the Sith who fought on Dantooine, as well as other available Sith and/or Sith affiliated individuals.}

Flashbacks to the battle, the sight of his missing leg. The feeling of rolling violently across the ground. The burning pain shooting through his leg. Xeno could still feel the pain. Then his eyes opened. He could see a bright light and medical personnel around him. What was going on?

"Wha.. what.."

Then we he lifted himself to get out of the bed he was lying on he found a mechanical limb in the place of where he once had flesh, muscle and bone. A face of shock and anger and disbelief, all at once went through his mind. The doctors were all backing away from the Sith warrior as they were afraid to try to calm him down. Anger and frustration in his loss filled him as he looked at his leg. It was humiliating knowing he had not been able to keep from losing another limb.

The Zabrak took deep breaths as he knew he would have to accept that this was his life now. Taking a few moments to himself he would then look around. There were no Jedi, or FWA soldiers. No, they would've been here had the Sith lost. Convincing Darth Raze to join in battle had paid off after all. The man was a combat legend. There was nothing but respect for the Sith Lord as Xeno had realized the Sith won this fight. Then the Sith Champion remembered, where was Senin?

"Boy.. where are you?"

@LouJoVi @Sreeya @Logan​

 

[Eliza Sov]

Eliza Sov had managed to get away with not having to show up on Dantooine. She was not ordered to appear in battle so she took advantage of that and took the time off to spend with her daughter. After seeing the aftermath of the effect the war had taken on those who did fight, it made Eliza feel a mixture between regret of not being their to fight alongside her fellow soldiers but also a feeling of relief that she didn't end up dead or crippled.

Eliza had passed an operation room with a Sith Lord just awaking from the anesthesia. This was the room Eliza was told to guard the entrance to. It looked like they had given him a cybernetical leg to replace the one he lost in battle. The fact that she was decked out in her all black IAF armor made her feel more comfortable and sheltered from the obviously pissed off Dathomarian. His anger and rage made her feel small and weak as she passed.

Those doctors are dead. Eliza thought as she pursed her lips beneath her helmet and stopped at the door to the operation room. Part of her wanted to go and leave to anywhere but here, but the other part of her had her stay put and post as a guard to the entrance as she had been instructed to do before. She hated putting her back against that wall- the feeling of an overwhelming doom of some sort made the hairs on her neck prickle and spike.

She was afraid. There was a monster inside that room and it made her think of her daughter. Little Diana was force sensitive but she would never let her daughter become what was inside the operation room. Even though the Sith Empire had given her a home, shelter, and food, and money to continue living, she just knew that somehow her daughter was at risk of being pried away from Eliza.

@Scoobert @Logan @LouJoVi @Sreeya

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Senin groaned, he felt like his body was numb. Slowly opening his eyes, the Acolyte realized he was in what appeared to be a medical bay. Then the memories of the battle started to return to his mind. The punch of that damned Jedi breaking his nose, the agony that he felt, the Force lightning and then everything went black. He couldn’t remember anything that happened after that. He also remembers some very crazy dream where he woke up and saw Lord Raze and that dull Jedi in colorful robes fighting an epic battle only some meters from him, then he passed out again. This probably was the effect of the pain.

The pain that this boy caused. He broke his perfect and beautiful nose! Senin would go to a plastic surgeon and pay whatever it took to restore his nose to the perfection it was originally. His appearance always needed to be perfect, nothing could damage him. After all, damaged things don’t last.

After he left this place and had his nose restored to its glory, Senin would seek revenge against that white haired boy. He was going to make him suffer, before finally killing him. Perhaps some torture before delivering the fatal blow. However, his thoughts about revenge stopped when the G’weneen remembered how the Jedi easily bested him. He needed to change his fighting style, so far it proved to be ineffective. He also needed more training to become more powerful. He would ask Xeno for that.

As if hearing his thoughts, Senin heard the voice of his Master calling for him. The Zabrak was at the bed to his left. “I’m here, Mestre.” he grimaced after hearing his voice. Due to the damage at his nose, the doctors did an emergency surgery and put some bandages on it. Now it was making him sound like a Nabooian duck. “What happened after I was defeated? Did we won?” for him being there and not in a prison, it was probably that they won. The Sith would never carry him to the Medical Bay if they lost.


@Scoobert @Sreeya @Logan @Charles

 

[Kal Thule]

Dantooine Base Combat Zone Dantooine, Raioballo Sector, Outer Rim 12 days after completing basic training, 145 ABY

Darth Raze... The Private, Kal Thule, only knew the Sith Lord's name because some of his squad mates were confident in the Empire's victory before they'd even landed. Certain victory was accredited, of course, to the fact that the Darth would even be present on the battlefield. Despite his familiarity with the Jedi, Sith, and some Force-users in between--from books he'd read dozens of times over--Kal's understanding of who's who and where they stood with regards to their command of the Force in real life was nonexistent. In fact, before today, the young soldier wasn't even sure if all the stories about the Jedi and Sith were even true. But now, the prelude to the flames dancing in the visor of his standard-issue Assault Corps helmet told enough truth...provided enough evidence. The Force was real...and he'd witnessed firsthand its potential. Patrolling the tall grasses of his homeworld, looking for wounded comrades and watching the fire from the burning base spread like wild bushfires sometimes did, his adrenaline rush subsided enough to recall some of the events that happened during the fight... Thule bothered to target one of the Jedi early on in the encounter. Curling his left index finger around the trigger of his BR8-A1 rifle and pressing it to the rear, a burst of blaster bolts exited the barrel and accurately placed themselves center mass of their target. None of them, however, touched the distant lightsaber wielding figure. Each round carefully deflected by the energy emitted from the handle of the legendary weapon. Fear gripped him, even now, it made him tremble as he remembered the spectacle. Even more incredible, the Force warriors dueling one another commanded lightning, lifted objects without touching them, and moved faster than anything he'd ever seen. A lot of it was a blur, he wasn't merely a spectator like he'd been thumbing through the pages of his novels after all, there were other enemies--real enemies--returning fire and attempting to flee the Imperial assault. It was overwhelming at first, but the gravity of the situation gripped him, his mortality and innate will to survive offered clarity. Alongside the rest of his platoon, Kal fired unforgivingly at anyone on the other side armed with a blaster. Unlike many of his Corps colleagues, the Private was unable to do as duty demanded and neutralize those who were unarmed. Had anyone noticed, he'd likely be reprimanded for it and that was something he'd have to deal with if anything ever came of it. Being the dedicated soldier that he tried to be, he would rightfully submit to any remediation or repercussions for his actions. Overhead, ships screamed frantically through the sky, hoping to escape the blockade of Imperial starships lingering to cut them off--and too many of them did. Thule wasn't sure how that would be handled or if they would be pursued, but it wasn't his problem either. His job was the assault, securing the objective for the IDF to move in and enforce the Empress's will. What that looked like for Dantooine, he had no idea, but he was confident his leadership would be fair and just. Some of the local officials in Dantoo Town were harboring the Jedi, enemy number one of the Empire, so they would have to be punished. Being from the planet himself, he figured that whatever the consequences, they would have little affect on the relatively small population as a whole. Many Dantooinians, like his mother and father, lived on small farms on the other side of the planet, content with their self-sufficient lives of solitude. Knowing and understanding this offered him peace, because as much as he trusted the Empire...he also knew how relentless it could be toward those that threatened it. After the lull in fire, Darth Raze and another Sith walked center stage toward the base that had been left defenseless. They were obviously marred by the war they'd waged on the Jedi, but no less authoritative in demeanor. Watching them chilled Kal to the bone, his environmental bodysuit offered no protection from the lowering of his core body temperature. He wondered--had the duo not set the compound ablaze to warm him back up--if he would've become hypothermic and lost consciousness, only to wake up in a recovery tank in some medbay. "Over... here." A modulated voice desperately reached out. Snapping out of his walk down memory lane, Private Thule hurried over to where the voice had come from. At his feet, hidden by the tall Dantoodelia grass, was one of 1st Platoon's sergeants. No sooner than he'd recognized her, Kal radioed for a medevac transport. Blaster scoring was painted all over her armor. He considered what field aid he might be able to offer her, but from the looks of it...there was very little he could do. She was alert and oriented enough, whatever her injuries, the trauma was likely internal. The duraplast armor held up and as far as he could tell, there were no penetrating wounds. Thule removed what pieces of armor he could without putting her at risk of further injury to expedite her transition of care to more capable hands at the medbay located in one of the previously occupied Jedi buildings that wasn't going to be ash in the morning. The structure was several hundred meters south of their position. When the transport hovered in, the Private lifted the sergeant out of the vegetation and carried her, along with one of the arriving medics, into the vehicle. The doors sealed and they raced off to the facility.

 

[Carson Lurg]

Carson Lurg lands in a shuttle, moving towards the medical bay he travels towards Senin, he stops in front of him and salutes before speaking. "I am here to assist in any of your needs sir, err ma'am, or WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE IM HERE TO ASSIST! What can I kill." His stupidity clearly showing, as well as his love for death, and his aggression. He pulls his blaster out "This is what happens when I don't get to kill for over a week AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" He rapidly fires his blaster at a medical droid that was broken and unused, but still powered on and standing up. "That was fun, so Senin you a Sith, with that fake- I mean absolutely real and SO powerful Force thing. Also any jobs for me to do?" Carson Lurg taps his foot on the ground impatiently. @Senin Ravelo @Kal Thule @Eliza Sov @Darth Draugr (also Darth Draugr you know Draugr are from the Elder Scrolls right?)

 

[Darth Draugr]

Many things were surfacing to the mind of Xeno, but the main one was anger. He was slightly relieved to see his apprentice still alive. Though his apprentice had lost in his fight early on, Xeno would not mention it as he had later suffered a loss in battle as well. It seemed both master and student needed to do more training before their arrival in combat once more.

"We won my apprentice. I can feel it, Darth Raze led us to victory."

The only reason Xeno has decided to go into a full rage was for the sake of the medical personnel and droids in the room. They were tending to various soldiers and the the Sith warriors that lead combat. When an officer of the Sith had entered the room he ignored the higher ranked Zabrak to go straight to Senin for reporting. Strike one. Then proceeded to insult them by not knowing their gender. Strike two. Then to top it off they shot down a medical droid that could have been a big help to the Sith as far as medical treatment goes. Third and final strike.

Xeno would look over at a window that would lead out into a downward slope towards the rock shore of a nearby river. It was clear this officer had lost his damn mind and the Sith Zabrak was not keen on keeping a wild person in the room where he would be treated medically. So with his very real force, he would coil it around the throat of the lieutenant and would grasp firmly. The grip becoming stronger instead of weaker, as he was growing more angry with the presence of this officer. Xeno would then throw the officer with a mighty strength towards the window removing him from the room.

Once the officer was launched to the window he would then turn back to his apprentice and begin to speak,

"Although the Sith won.. we failed. Next week we will begin training. There will be no mercy, we must be ready for combat. Failure is not an option."

@LouJoVi @Charles @Sin @Stormtrooper

 

[Carson Lurg]

Carson Lurg grabs onto dear life on the side of the castle. Pulling himself back into the room. "Idiot, you betray me ILL KILL YOU ALL AND ILL EAT YOUR SKIN AND BONES IT WILL BE DELICIOUS HAHAHA ANARCHY!!!!!" Carson blasts at several troopers and droids killing them "NO RESPECT MY BATTLE PROWESS I KILL YOU ALL, I NEED NOT RESPECT SITH! EMPIRES ARE ABOUT WAR AND KILLING NOT SHITTY LAW!!! YOU ALL DIE!" He rapidly blasts towards Darth Draugr "TIME TO DIE! I NO FEAR YOU! YOU FEAR ME HAHA!!!" Carson clearly showing his brutelike emotions as he had done to get himself moved from his last squadron before, because they feared him of course. Whether or not the blasts hit the Sith or not he is no longer angry "I not respect you, I not respect anybody, the Force is fake, I no worship wizard magic, I worship KILLING and not KILL ME, I worship ME KILLING! Respect me dumb Sith I no respect you, I got me rank from killing, not following shitty orders!" @Scoobert @LouJoVi

 

[Eliza Sov]

Eliza's immediate response to the blaster fire was to rush in and neutralize the target, but when she barged through the front door and aimed down sights at a fellow Lieutenant, she froze out of confusion. How did this guy get passed her? What the hell was he doing, shooting up medical aids and droids?? She was surprised Darth Draugr didn't just end his petty little life right away.

She set her gun to lethal and kept her sights locked on the rogue officer. "Stand down, Lurg." She ordered through her Death Trooper helmet. But the officer sprayed fire at another doctor and Officer Sov sighed as she squeezed the trigger, sending a few blaster bolts headed directly for his neck and head. This idiot was going to die today, and Eliza was going to make sure of that.

"We've got an AWOL officer in the med bay- any active troops report at once. Not for back up, just for clean up." She muttered into her built in com inside her helmet.

(OOC: Rolled a 79/100 to hit Carson Lurg.)

@Scoobert @Sreeya @Sin @LouJoVi @Stormtrooper

 

[Kal Thule]

Abandoned Jedi Building Dantooine, Raioballo Sector, Outer Rim 12 days after completing basic training, 145 ABY

Burdened steps, weary from wading through waves upon waves of tedious terrain, welcomed the featureless floors of the deserted enemy building. Navigating the meadows was different this time, the bulk of his armor didn't permit him to float through the fields like he'd done as a farm boy on his bare feet—wearing nothing but handsewn shorts and a shirt. It made him feel like he didn't belong, as though he weren't born of these lands, as if he weren't Dantooinian at all. All around him, nothing looked like the homeworld he'd left. Imperial servicemembers scurried in and out of the structure's entrance. Medical droids were ushered in to tend the wounded. It was organized chaos. The Empire wasted no time getting the necessary resources in place to make their presence on Dantooine duracrete. The casualty collection point wasn't far from where he'd first walked in with the injured sergeant and the evac team. There wasn't much more he could do to help them, so after they reached the CCP, Thule parted ways with them and found himself hurrying deeper down the halls in response to a support call sent on an open commlink frequency through his helmet. He looked left and right through every threshold he encountered along the way, scanning for the trooper that called out and looking for a rouge Imperial officer. He wasn't sure what he was looking for based on the limited information. Were they running? Were they hiding? Were they fighting? He didn't know. It wasn't something he'd been trained to recognize. Evidently, it wasn't something he needed training to recognize... The situation was all but deescalated when he came to a halt just outside of a medical room. Two Sith occupied the space with a lone Lieutenant and the wayward soldier. Unsure of what to do, or what support was needed, Private Thule maintained a few feet of standoff from the door and shouldered his rifle at the low ready. "Support One just outside, ma'am. Orders?" Kal spoke out, perfectly following protocol.

@Scoobert @LouJoVi @Charles ​

 

[Darth Draugr]

As the random officer was able to somehow miraculously save himself from being thrown from the window, he only ensured a more painful outcome. Especially when he began to fire on innocent medical personnel inside. Xeno would not stand for this. He will not stand by while blaster shots be sent to his own people. The Zabrak reached through the force and immediately crushed the blaster in Lurgs hand, crumpling it like paper. The destruction of the blaster would undoubtedly burn the hand of the traitor. The immediately using the force to stasis the officer, leaving him stationary and unable to move or defend.

The blaster shots from the returned fire of the Sith troops onto the traitor would be as close to impossible as it would get. The officer would have little time to react, and even then a reaction will not be able to save him.

"Kill the traitor."

This was a waste of combat, as the traitor was a worthless life to the eyes of the Empire. Mercy will not be made for the likes of Lurg.

@Charles @LouJoVi @Sin @Stormtrooper

 

[Eliza Sov]

The first three shots hit directly as planned- right in the traitor's neck. "Private Thule," Eliza called the fellow trooper as the traitor dropped to the ground. "Rip off his sleeves- this man is a traitor. He will dishonorably discharged and will have no proper burial...see to it that he gets shoved down the nearest trash compactor." She ordered, pointing her blaster back at the ground. She began checking up on the surviving medical personal reassuring them that the situation had been taken under control. After the injured were sent to their own beds to be operated on, she turned her attention to the horned Sith Lord.

"Sorry about that. I was supposed to guard the medbay...and somehow a psychopath got in. This is on me." She said with a slight nod. Somehow, something had changed and Eliza wasn't cold anymore and didn't get that creeping feeling when he looked at the Dathomarian. "I'll accept any punishment for what happened in here." She stood up straighter at ease, awaiting the Lord's command and orders. Those poor doctors...In an ironic twist, it was actually Darth Draugr who ended up saving them. Thanks to Lt. Sov, as she had recently pointed out, she let those doctors die under her watch.

How did that idiot get passed me? She thought guiltily.

@Scoobert @Sin

 

[Kal Thule]

Abandoned Jedi Building Dantooine, Raioballo Sector, Outer Rim 12 days after completing basic training, 145 ABY

Somehow, his heart crashed like a bolt of lightning—striking rhythmically time and time again on his sternum. "Private Thule," Lieutenant Sov spoke out to him, summoning him from the storm that he was currently weathering internally. Her orders were straightforward enough. If Kal knew anything about the facility, he would've executed them exactly as they were issued. All things considered, having just witnessed a speculatively insane Imperial trooper get frozen stiff by the Force only to then be gunned down by one of his own, this was no time for a Private to ask follow up questions about where he might find the nearest trash compactor. That being abundantly clear in his mind's eye, Thule would have to improvise... Keeping his weapon ready, Private Thule hurried over to the limp body that was doubled over on the cool medbay floor. Kal tucked his rifle in nice and tight so as to prevent the soldier from disarming him in the event he regained consciousness, or was cleverly 'playing dead', and flipped the traitor's helmet off. Observing his face, the Private quickly thumped the eyeball of the corpse resting before him. The eye flinched ever so slightly, the movement was so indiscernible that Kal didn't even notice. "No response," he quietly gave his report before immediately lifting the body by the shoulders and sliding it out of the room, careful not to get too close to the Sith or LT Sov. He didn't want to interrupt the conversation that was now in progress. Back in the hallway, Private Thule looked both directions hoping to see signage or something that might point him in the direction of the nearest trash compactor so that he might honestly report that he'd completed Lietuenant Sov's tasking to the T. Regrettably, no information of the likes presented itself to guide him. So, the Private started dragging the man back in the direction from which he originally came and contemplated where he'd ditch the body. Prior to the callout from the LT, Kal was at the CCP. There were numerous wounded soldiers and bodies laid out in the area. What if... He mused, contemplating leaving the deadweight back where he'd delivered the injured Sergeant. But he's a traitor... Confliction corrupted him at his very core. Or is he? A new thought, flying him further down the hyperlanes of his confused feelings. Perhaps this crazy Lieutenant wasn't a traitor, what if he's actually crazy? It wasn't unreasonable, nor was it unheard of. Post traumatic stress had been the cause of grief-ridden soldiers doing similar acts and worse in the past. It was enough—this new rationale—for his conscience to become unhindered. Therefore, it was settled, Thule would strip the man of his rank and armor as instructed. However, due to the absence of a convenient trash compactor and the presence of a set of pestering morals, Kal would leave the trauma-naked man at the CCP with the rest of the casualties and let fate sort our his future...

@Scoobert @LouJoVi @Charles ​

 

[Darth Draugr]

Xeno was relieved to see the traitor fall to the ground and be escorted out of the room in shackles with the brand of a traitor. It was more mercy than he deserved, but the Zabrak was tired enough from battle he had no reason to exert more energy than required. The fact he was dealt with was the betterment for their future endeavors.

"Get medical out here immediately. Save the doctors quickly, we need them for our troops. The more medical lives saved the better for the Sith."

Then a LT had approached him and asked for her punishment for letting the traitor enter the room unnoticed. In most cases Xeno might've killed her for her actions, or really the actions she didn't take but today he would not. Instead he had a sigh of disappointment fall out of his lungs before speaking to her, still sitting on his medical bed.

"Lieutenant, you're punishment is living with the failure you have let rest on your reputation. Let it sink in that these doctors and even a couple of you fellow soldiers have lost, or could lose their lives because you failed."

His eyes laid onto hers before continuing,

"Go and prove me wrong, and show me you are not a failure. For the Empire."

With that he would let her take her leave or tend to the surrounding personnel, either way the Zabrak would stand and feel the weight of his body rest onto his prosthetic leg. It was odd, and he could still feel the movement within it, but it was not like his other leg. It would take time to get used to but he will overcome. Now it was time to leave.

"Boy, get up. We are leaving. We need to train harder than ever. I also must speak with Lord Raze. There is a busy future ahead of us."

Then he made his way out of the room, assuming his apprentice was following.

@Charles @Sin @LouJoVi