The Confessor
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TYTHON
2100 Hours
To corrupt a world needs more than just the power of the force, it needs violence. Tythons natives still live in the hills, harassing our forces. Find their houses and burn them out, eliminating some of the last remaining threats.
Mission Page ; Self DM ; 48/hr Posts
@EmilyHuene ; @Nefieslab ; @Nightfall [/fancybox2]
With the reappearance of the Jedi to the galaxy, a message needs to be sent, a symbolic victory to counter whatever hopes might have been lit by these Galactic Alliance rebels and combat thirsty Mandalorians. History means something, and a world of great importance to the Sith and Jedi lays just outside their borders, the world of Tython.
One of the Jedi's most sacred lands, despoiling it would show them that nowhere was safe. This was the mission in mind.
The Imperial Republica had turned its sights to the system known as Tython. This land that once was a stronghold for the Jedi has stood for too long outside the lands of the Sith. The Imperium should have taken the Deep Core centuries ago, but for reasons lost to Eriana Fox they stood independent of the great faction. Finally someone else seemed to have the same idea and now the Sith were in full force to bring the planet under their rule.
The short trip from Coruscant to Tython was next to nothing compared to the journey's she'd been doing recently. As such, Eriana was perfectly content taking her vexatious-class starfighter out of the hanger bay once more. She hated flying, with a passion, but at least in her custom designed ship she didn't feel as out of control as she normally felt when being shuttled to and fro. The reason for her travel insecurities was because the woman was blind. Eriana had been born into that darkness, something she believed was actually a gift for it allowed her to trust in the Dark side of the Force to do any simple task. This would instill a certain mentality in her that she was chosen by the Dark side and thus turned to worship the mystical powers as some form of deity. It was also the reason she had just recently begun to construct a church on the cold planet of Ilum with this specific ideology behind it. True spiritual belief was the only way to use the Dark side of the Force and through it a stronger power, far greater than anger or hatred would ever bring up, would arise in a Sith warrior.
It was in this trust and belief in the Force that Eriana prayed to every time she set foot inside a space craft. While she could see the world around her just fine when connected to the Force, her visual prowess was limited to the area around her. She could not see things that were far away. So, when she was in the cold recess of space, she felt absolutely alone and lost. She had no idea if her ship was plummeting toward some burning star or if a broken meteor shard would come crashing into her hull at any moment killing her instantly; or worse, sucking her out into the cold dark and suffocating. These thoughts plagued her mind any time she was in the passenger area of a shuttle. It's why she preferred to fly alone and at the controls. At least then she could somewhat control things that were a danger to her.
Even still, the moment she landed at the Sith drop zone on Tython, Eriana couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The journey still gave her awful anxiety and she felt more than ever that she needed a drink. No such time for that though; she was on a mission. She had been informed on the ride over that she was to be assigned to a razing mission. A terrible burden to put on anyone in their right side of mind. How could any normal person bring fire and destruction to people's homes, or other people in general? The answer was simple: Eriana believed what she was doing was for the greater good. The Imperial Republica was built with grace from the Dark side and through it she was doing her faction a blessing. Those not in service to the Empire were misguided. They were savages in chaotic and barbaric lives. Eriana would bring them peace and stability. This was the only way.
Ever dressed for the part of the Sith, Eriana strode to her rendezvous location to meet her partner clad in Sith maurader armor, only hers would not look the same as her other kin. She'd tossed away the shoulder and upper torso pieces to the suit, and tailored the lower part from her chest down to her waist the only actual armor she had. It would protect her vital organs which were the only things she needed anyways. And in doing this, the suit would fit more like a corset which both gave her an hourglass figure, but also made her look like some powerful and sadistic, domineering type. What better for a Sith than to look like someone who enjoyed bringing pain?
Her shoulders were not bare though, and she still had a thick leather bodysuit on that would protect her from harsh terrain and hand to hand combat. She also kept her arm gauntlets and shin guards as well to help her should she ever get into a fist fight with one of her enemies. Not that she ever expected to lose her weapons, for her two curved lightsabers would be what she forever fought with. Each was custom made to look identical and produce red beams of energy when ignited. They were clearly expensive and not just made from scrap parts lying around the garage. Eriana's identity and looks were everything to her for her parents had taught her to be the best that she could be. She'd grown up in the Core and was always expected to present like nobility.
Moving into the encampment Eriana would find the first soldier pawn she could and ask him where the man by the name of Valar Dohaeris was. The agent, after saluting her, would point to a camp just down the line where the two had been instructed to gather. She sauntered off without so much as a thank you; her long black trench coat -with the Imperial Republica insignia stitched onto both shoulders- would flare out behind her as she walked. Eriana made her way to the tent and entered inside without bothering to knock or ask permission to pass through.
"Lady Eriana Fox, reporting for duty."
TYTHON
2100 Hours
To corrupt a world needs more than just the power of the force, it needs violence. Tythons natives still live in the hills, harassing our forces. Find their houses and burn them out, eliminating some of the last remaining threats.
Mission Page ; Self DM ; 48/hr Posts
@EmilyHuene ; @Nefieslab ; @Nightfall [/fancybox2]
With the reappearance of the Jedi to the galaxy, a message needs to be sent, a symbolic victory to counter whatever hopes might have been lit by these Galactic Alliance rebels and combat thirsty Mandalorians. History means something, and a world of great importance to the Sith and Jedi lays just outside their borders, the world of Tython.
One of the Jedi's most sacred lands, despoiling it would show them that nowhere was safe. This was the mission in mind.
The Imperial Republica had turned its sights to the system known as Tython. This land that once was a stronghold for the Jedi has stood for too long outside the lands of the Sith. The Imperium should have taken the Deep Core centuries ago, but for reasons lost to Eriana Fox they stood independent of the great faction. Finally someone else seemed to have the same idea and now the Sith were in full force to bring the planet under their rule.
The short trip from Coruscant to Tython was next to nothing compared to the journey's she'd been doing recently. As such, Eriana was perfectly content taking her vexatious-class starfighter out of the hanger bay once more. She hated flying, with a passion, but at least in her custom designed ship she didn't feel as out of control as she normally felt when being shuttled to and fro. The reason for her travel insecurities was because the woman was blind. Eriana had been born into that darkness, something she believed was actually a gift for it allowed her to trust in the Dark side of the Force to do any simple task. This would instill a certain mentality in her that she was chosen by the Dark side and thus turned to worship the mystical powers as some form of deity. It was also the reason she had just recently begun to construct a church on the cold planet of Ilum with this specific ideology behind it. True spiritual belief was the only way to use the Dark side of the Force and through it a stronger power, far greater than anger or hatred would ever bring up, would arise in a Sith warrior.
It was in this trust and belief in the Force that Eriana prayed to every time she set foot inside a space craft. While she could see the world around her just fine when connected to the Force, her visual prowess was limited to the area around her. She could not see things that were far away. So, when she was in the cold recess of space, she felt absolutely alone and lost. She had no idea if her ship was plummeting toward some burning star or if a broken meteor shard would come crashing into her hull at any moment killing her instantly; or worse, sucking her out into the cold dark and suffocating. These thoughts plagued her mind any time she was in the passenger area of a shuttle. It's why she preferred to fly alone and at the controls. At least then she could somewhat control things that were a danger to her.
Even still, the moment she landed at the Sith drop zone on Tython, Eriana couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The journey still gave her awful anxiety and she felt more than ever that she needed a drink. No such time for that though; she was on a mission. She had been informed on the ride over that she was to be assigned to a razing mission. A terrible burden to put on anyone in their right side of mind. How could any normal person bring fire and destruction to people's homes, or other people in general? The answer was simple: Eriana believed what she was doing was for the greater good. The Imperial Republica was built with grace from the Dark side and through it she was doing her faction a blessing. Those not in service to the Empire were misguided. They were savages in chaotic and barbaric lives. Eriana would bring them peace and stability. This was the only way.
Ever dressed for the part of the Sith, Eriana strode to her rendezvous location to meet her partner clad in Sith maurader armor, only hers would not look the same as her other kin. She'd tossed away the shoulder and upper torso pieces to the suit, and tailored the lower part from her chest down to her waist the only actual armor she had. It would protect her vital organs which were the only things she needed anyways. And in doing this, the suit would fit more like a corset which both gave her an hourglass figure, but also made her look like some powerful and sadistic, domineering type. What better for a Sith than to look like someone who enjoyed bringing pain?
Her shoulders were not bare though, and she still had a thick leather bodysuit on that would protect her from harsh terrain and hand to hand combat. She also kept her arm gauntlets and shin guards as well to help her should she ever get into a fist fight with one of her enemies. Not that she ever expected to lose her weapons, for her two curved lightsabers would be what she forever fought with. Each was custom made to look identical and produce red beams of energy when ignited. They were clearly expensive and not just made from scrap parts lying around the garage. Eriana's identity and looks were everything to her for her parents had taught her to be the best that she could be. She'd grown up in the Core and was always expected to present like nobility.
Moving into the encampment Eriana would find the first soldier pawn she could and ask him where the man by the name of Valar Dohaeris was. The agent, after saluting her, would point to a camp just down the line where the two had been instructed to gather. She sauntered off without so much as a thank you; her long black trench coat -with the Imperial Republica insignia stitched onto both shoulders- would flare out behind her as she walked. Eriana made her way to the tent and entered inside without bothering to knock or ask permission to pass through.
"Lady Eriana Fox, reporting for duty."