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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:29:01 GMT -8
*Kaas City was the capital city of the Sith Empire during the Great Galactic War, the subsequent Cold War and Galactic War, established in a jungle environment on the Sith capital world of Dromund Kaas.*
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Post by Torin Vercet on Aug 11, 2013 11:05:43 GMT -8
Torin bent over his terminal, his blue eyes scrutinizing the specifications on the latest iteration of the armor he had been working on. The last prototype was functioning perfectly, but with the added alchemical augmentations that Lord Verinoma wanted included, the power cells for the mechanized weapon systems, life support and locomotion needed to be relocated but he was rapidly running of place to put them. He had thought to put them on the back at the base of the spine, but they would need to be shielded and doing so would impede on the flexibility of the waist joints.
The opening of the door was enough to draw his attention away from the screen but his posture snapped into attention immediately when he turned to see who had come calling. The tall, lithe form of his master stood before him, her arms crossed at her chest. He greeted her with a curt bow towards her, his hands neatly at his sides.
"What is thy bidding my master?"
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Post by Verinoma on Aug 11, 2013 11:53:48 GMT -8
Verinoma was not in a good mood. She was still seething from the comcall she had just ended in her own adjacent alchemy lab. The interest and funding for their war machines had dried up. Apparently another upstart lord had wowed her benefactor enough with an engineered plague that he had replaced his recommendations to the council with the disease. Alchemy enhanced armor and weapons were no longer being pursued. Verinoma had found herself in a very vulnerable position suddenly. Her mind had raced through possible scenarios, first of course, killing the council with her armor but it would not accomplish her greater goals to leave a void where those who had no mind for the older and darker sciences could take the reins and steer the future of their kind even further into the jaws of ruin.
The only option was to search for someone else who would fund her research and allow her to continue to improve on the gear provided to the armies of the Sith. Those with the facilities and means to devote to the cause were few but well known. It didn't take long to figure out who to approach first. She walked into Torin's lab to break the news. He was absorbed in a drawing of the last armor, the blown part schematic taking up the screen. He was quick to realize he was not alone, his bow signalling his reverence to her.
Her tchun twitched slightly and she pondered the situation a moment longer before she spoke.
"It looks like we have lost the favor of Lord Onsel. Our work is to be terminated and we are to vacate these premises immediately."
She moved to the side, looking over the last prototype, in pieces on the floor where Torin had surely been trying to accommodate her changes. He was a dedicated learner and strove to please her. Almost too hard sometimes. She turned back to him, a shrewd look in her eyes. She was not going to show a moment of weakness, not to her apprentice, and certainly not to the imbeciles who lacked the foresight to know she was right.
"I have secured a ship, load up everything and meet me in docking bay 416. We're headed to Kuat. Ramp up is dawn."
She did not wait to hear his questions, she had her own packing to do and messages to send. She left him to complete the task at hand.
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Post by Torin Vercet on Aug 11, 2013 18:38:18 GMT -8
Torin could tell she was angry. People in the next building could probably tell she was angry. However, she had a plan. Of course she did. Verinoma never seemed to be caught without a backup plan. It was her drive to make sure her plans succeeded that brought them together. He was a fairly unorthodox acolyte in the Order. He was not a warrior. He was not very good with people, but in a lab, he was dynamite. Lord Verinoma was one of the lead alchemists on Dromund Kaas. She had never taken an apprentice. Aloof and practically living in her lab, she was not interested in taking on a student. Especially one who did not share her talent for alchemy. He had pursued her for months before one of his designs caught her eye.
He couldn't help but feel a little angry and crestfallen himself. He had put a lot of work into the project. He wanted to prove the science was sound, and perhaps he would, but not for the ones who had raised him and invested in his love of machines. He turned his attention back to his terminal, downloading all the files and plans before running a program that would overwrite his hard drive several times. He went to work getting his research packed up. Most of it was rough prototype pieces, while he left the working prototype. They would probably not let him leave with it anyway. He reached into the power cell and flipped a switch before he loaded it back in and powered down the suit. The next time it was powered on, the reactor would melt down and explode, killing the wearer and anyone within 5 feet of the suit.
He loaded his things on a hovercart and headed for docking bay 416. The dark outside of the building as he headed out into the humid jungle air signaled that it was definitely late into the night, but he couldn't tell the hour. He just wanted to get everything stowed and grab some sleep before Kuat. Standing near the ramp of a DeepWater-class light freighter, Verinoma was having some tense words with Lord Onsel. Torin popped the cases open on his crates just in case he needed to have them inspected prior to loading. A trooper looked his stuff over and waved him on the ship while Verinoma continued her conversation.
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Post by Verinoma on Aug 14, 2013 14:58:52 GMT -8
Verinoma let Onsel go on about the changing face of politics in the universe while a band of lackeys pawed through her cages and crates. A low, gutteral growl emanated from her as the last of them was cleared and loaded. When Onsel finally swished off to prepare the labs to be occupied, Verinoma found a murderous hatred boiling in her heart for the Sith diplomat. She waved Torin over and ushered him into the DeepWater class freighter. The ramp closed up tight behind them and soon the ship was ascending through the thick, jungle air to the black heavens above.
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 2, 2013 20:07:33 GMT -8
He had finally arrived into the heart of darkness upon this dark planet. Kaas city is surprisingly well populated with enough people to fend off the beasts of the wild, safe from the wild darkness of the outside. The crowd around him seemed rather exotic with many different fashionable apparels, rather darker then other places. Though the greatest question of the problem at hand, is the Jedi. A Jedi in a city of Imperial citizens and possibly Sith on a planet with a core of darkness.
This wasn't Adventure, this was a death wish. He stumbled inside a cantina near the center of Kaas city plaza where everyone enjoyed their time. Though he was looking for someone who knew a few things about something. Who would a Jedi be looking for on an Imperial planet, it was nothing good. He got himself a seat at the cantina bar and ordered himself an ale while he waited on his stool for the contact he had been speaking to on his way down to this planet.
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 3, 2013 8:57:00 GMT -8
He felt awkward sitting here amongst these people as he waited in this seat. He wouldn't of thought two weeks ago he would be in one of the Imperial cities, but he loved the excitement. To be honest their life style is seductive, there is no regrets where they come from. Passion is the beating heart of a Sith where adventure is Horans life. Someone moved up against the counter side and ordered himself a glass of spiced rum on three ice cubes. That was it, the code word. Horan looked over at the man which he instantly knew it was Horan himself who is the contact. He looked at Horan rather surprised with the boys age. What are you still going threw puberty?
The man said shooting a joke at him.
I've come for information not stupid jokes alright?
The man smiled and turned towards the boy fully, resting his left arm against the side of the bar. He noticed Horan going threw his inventory until he pulled a small package out wrapped in black cloth. He slammed it on the counter top and slid it over to his contact. What we agreed on. Will you take me there?
The man quickly grabbed the bundle wrapped in the cloth and placed it within his own inventory, he looked around at everyone just incase someone had been watching. He started to think about these people until he looked back at Horan. There aren't many that know of this planet. I am surprised you don't know of it considering the fact that there is a Jedi Praxeum located on the very planet.
Horan had been sometimes referred to as a Jedi. He knew the Jedi ways, the art of the lightsaber and the code, but he was never one of the order. His father was and because of his adventuring when it came to dark ends he was banished from the Jedi Order, this adventuring was also the death of him. Don't call me a Jedi. I never took such a vow before, that was the path my father had chosen.
The man nodded with a smirk.
The names Elton Solo, you got yourself a pilot kid. Now lets get out of here before we attract to much attention.
Elton said and they both got up and made way for the exit. Someone sitting near the entrance turned around to look at them leaving, this man removed his hood as he stood up to tail Horan & Elton. His ship was already somewhere in this city so they didn't have a long walk. Only moments later did his ship ascend up into the skies of Kaas city and towards orbit.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Feb 15, 2014 14:47:49 GMT -8
The Slaughter was guided down to the spaceport by the auto-pilot. Vyzlor didn't like having to fly his own ships, preferring to delegate that job to an underling. He currently had no underlings, this would be his main aim while on Dromund Kaas. He had chosen a small landing pad in the main spaceport in Kaas City, exactly where he needed to be.
The Sith pureblood left his ship very shortly after landing, almost as soon as the landing ramp had descended. Walking slowly with his cane he made his way to the upper levels of the spaceport to find a viewing platform. He watched the citizens walking around and they seemed content. The lack of guards was also disturbing, Vyzlor's face began to frown and his gait became increasingly aggravated. He stopped once he'd reached a walkway that spanned a large gap near the top of the spaceport. It overlooked the main terminal, teeming with would-be travellers. This bustle of activity was just what the Sith Lord was looking for.
The red being stopped when he was close to the middle of the walkway and leaned on the hand rail. He took a deep breath and reached out into the spaceport and into the feelings of the population. He closed his eyes and took it all in, hearing peoples thoughts, feeling for Force sensitives and imagining a way to control them all. Of course influencing them all directly would be close to impossible, he needed power. He concentrated hard and refined his search, he was looking for a padawan. He found a strong being, force sensitive and Vyzlor suspected he didn't know of his hidden power. He concentrated on a location and this was when he hit his first hurdle, the being was in prison.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Feb 25, 2014 9:27:37 GMT -8
A prison would be quite a big challenge when you take into account the Sith's current state of affairs. He was physically weak, mentally unpractised and unarmed, not the strongest of starting points. He would first need a weapon and then he would need minions, a Sith Lord was not complete without a few million minions at his disposal. Although Vyzlor would have to put up with a lot fewer than that for a while.
The wizened old man relaxed and leant against the handrail of the walkway for a minute. He glanced around again to see if he could spot any security officers. No such luck. This planet had gotten very soft indeed! It took the old man seven minutes to find someone with a security uniform. Of course where there was one, there were more, a small patrol in fact, four officers walking and talking, not really patrolling. Vyzlor had to hide his disgust, if any of his former soldiers were caught acting like this while on duty he would have had them tortured to death or worse.
He followed the foursome until they split up into pairs, making a not that his patrols should consist of a minimum of three soldiers. Two made a quick left through a door marked "Authorised Personnel Only" and the other pair continued on around a right hand bend. Around the corner was a long empty corridor, almost perfect. Vyzlor followed the unsuspecting pair a short distance behind but they were walking quicker now and getting away. After a deep breath in Vyzlor reached out with both of his hand, dropping his stick to the ground. The hollow sound of wood on metal startled the officers who quickly turned around. It was already too late.
Vyzlor had both hands out stretched, his open palms pointing towards the guards heads. Before they could draw their weapons the Sith Lord clenched his fists violently and wrenched his hands together releasing his fists after they bumped together. The result of this was the collision of the two security officers heads, their sudden loss of consciousness and inevitable brain damage.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 1, 2014 8:12:08 GMT -8
It took the old man far longer than he had wanted to hide the bodies of the dead security officers. His sudden use of the Force has drained him and his physical body was frail and his muscles weak from prolonged hibernation. He had, in fact, being keeping his body going using the Force and now that he had been drained of that he was struggling. However now he had two blaster carbines, two blaster pistols, a shock stick, two security uniforms and most importantly two security ID cards. He put both of the uniforms into a bag that he also took from the guards along with the blasters. He would need to modify the ID cards and alter the uniforms for his needs. This required equipment and that required money. The guards did not have any money on them, something that surprised Vyzlor, they clearly hadn't taken a bribe that day.
The Sith Lord was now making very slow progress indeed, relying heavily on his walking stick as he exited the spaceport. The City was a complete unknown and so he made his way over to an information terminal to seek a way to make money. After a quick search on the Holonet Vyzlor decided the easiest way to get what he needed was to simply take it. He then searched for a shop that would have the equipment he required. After filtering out all the larger establishments and those in busy public places he found the perfect place.
It took Vyzlor almost an hour to reach and quiet street that had his target on. The small shop was not a very successful electronics and hardware outlet that on first inspection looked to be owned independently by the shopkeeper himself. The shopkeeper was a human male who attempted to greet Vyzlor as he entered the shop. However the Sith stayed silent and waited for the door to fully close. Once it had he pulled out one of the blaster pistols and shot the owner once through the chest. It wasn't the most accurate shot but the strength of the blaster ensured the death of the man.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 11, 2014 18:54:44 GMT -8
Having acquired all the necessary wares from the shop, Vyzlor had made his way to a building close to the prison. The large residential building overlooked the prison, in fact, and the Sith Lord had managed to get his hands on a room with just such a view. He had in fact threatened the building manager to give him the room and heavily implied that any word to the authorities would not end well.
"If I desire a room that overlooks the prison, do you think I am afraid of going there?"
He had said to eradicate the feeling of hope that calling security officers to the building had in the manager. The computer was set up on the desk and Vyzlor was now cleaning his weapons before he was to set up the cameras. He would monitor the guards around the prison, their shift patterns, patrol routes, break times etc. He would even use the uniform he stole to get close, know their names, the names of their families and addresses for the personal touch. That would take time but first he needed a little cash injection, petty crime was on the menu tonight.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 12, 2014 18:10:59 GMT -8
Over the course of a few days Vyzlor built up a picture of the working patterns of the guards at the prison. He had even followed a few of them to bars and to their homes for additional information. He discounted the single ones but pursued with interest those who had families and loved ones. They were pressure points that could be exploited and he probably would do. His lack of man-power was beginning to tell on his operation, all his plans required more than just a single person.
However his petty crime had been going quite well indeed. He had successfully robbed two hardware shops to upgrade his own equipment and sell the rest on the side. It had been really easy to find black market connections on the planet and he was close to actually having some help with his plan. Good things come to those who wait and he had been waiting a long time.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 16, 2014 8:02:59 GMT -8
Vyzlor had spent about a week on his little planning mission and he had almost formed a plan, along with three back up plans. However his drive towards his goal had been clouded by his ability to make money through crime. He had filled his little room with items of luxury, bought with his profits and was becoming quite comfortable. That was to say, he had paid other's to carry on his information gathering for him. At this moment he had a human recording camera footage of the main entrance and another following a guard home after his shift.
Vyzlor was actually planning his next raid on a bank a few miles away. His successful capers had earned him an instant reputation in the planets criminal circles and finding backers and hired muscle was quite easy. He was hoping that this time he would not actually have to be in the bank during the robbery. In the back of his mind the Sith Lord knew this was a distraction but he was actually enjoying it.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 17, 2014 7:45:47 GMT -8
Sa'kage had accepted the job for the time being. Decent pay, practically no risk of injury or death, and there was even the best part. The best part of all was that he was left alone. Well, for uh most part he was left alone. He had been hired by the local prison to guard the prisoners. Mostly local misfits an deviants, none of them where truly even dangerous. Why somebody had told him about this job he wasn't sure but he wasn't going to complain either. A few months of easy living, a decent amount of credits in his pocket and he could continue on his way. Why they had needed security at the prison, Sa'kage had not even bothered to ask.
Pausing at the end of a row of cells deep inside the prison, he looked around checking that the few prisoners here where safely with in their cells. He paused and pushed upon one cell door to make sure it was locked, then slowly turned about and began walking back along the path he had walked earlier. Unlike most of the guards working here, Sa'kage chose to work here. This resulted in a cool attitude towards the prisoners instead of one of hate and anger and abuse. Twice in the three days working here already he had stopped the other guards from brutally beating and abusing the prisoners. Although uncaring personally, he did not see it as reasonable to beat the prisoners and run the risk of getting in trouble.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 17, 2014 8:44:27 GMT -8
It honestly was no fun.
It was an animal sound. Two inmates fighting in one of the communal cells. The other inmates crowded around them, cheering, shouting, heckling. It had all started so quickly. One small push, a dirty look, a remark about a person's sexuality and that was all that was needed to ignite the tinderbox. Yeah, the guards were doing their best to keep the peace but there was a reason why prisons existed. As long as two people were alive, there'd be someone trying to do the other one in.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 17, 2014 15:45:36 GMT -8
The male sighed as he rounded the corner and heard the fighting ensuring. Gripping the end of his 'baton' he pushed the onlookers aside and came up behind the closest assailant and struck the back of his head with the end of his weapon, dropping the male like a sack or stones upon the floor. "Unless you want to be next, get the hell back to your cells. Now!" He yelled at them, brandishing his weapon, particularly at the other male who had been involved on the fight.
When all where back in their cells, even of they where not closed he slowly dragged the unconscious being back in to his cell and threw him on the cot inside. Then he exited the cell and closed and locked the bars. "Don't think me so kind I won't thrash every last one of you should I need to. Or that I'm not afraid to withhold your next TWO days of food from you." He glared around at them all, striking his weapon upon the bars of a cell to punctuate his sentence.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 17, 2014 17:50:23 GMT -8
Vyzlor had finally prepared his assault on the prison. He had some help from people willing and some unwilling. He had two humans in position near the main entrance and he was dressed in a guards uniform. He had a blaster pistol holstered clearly on his belt and a hold-out blaster tucked into his boot. His false ID badge hung from the breast pocket of his jacket, expertly adapted from a badge he had taken weeks ago. Just as the Sith Lord moved towards the main entrance, the party started!
"Hey you! I saw you at my house the other day didn't I?!" One of the humans bellowed at the other. "What are you talking about, I have no idea who you are!" Came the reply at a similar volume. "Oh come off it, I've seen you hanging around my house and eyeing my wife for ages!" They were moving closer together and closer to the prison main gate. The guards looked on, in this point with amusement. "I seriously have no idea what you are talking about, how about you go kriff yourself!" This was the cue and it set the other human off. He ran full pelt at the other and punched him straight in the nose. The victim reacted badly, hitting the floor hard and rolling over before scrambling to his feet. The guards were now starting to pay more attention to this disturbance and soon Vyzlor found his opening. During the kicks and screams of the fight one of the guards moved to break up the scuffle, Vyzlor walked calmly to the main gate, flashed his badge at a distracted guard and walked right inside.
Once through the main gates his problems were not over, getting in was easy, this was a prison. It was getting out that was difficult. However he quickly made his way through the small entrance courtyard and into the main cell block. He was looking for cell number 0421, he had seen a vision that the being inside was one of great power and could be an immense ally. However this was his first time in the prison itself and getting his bearings was proving difficult. He tried not to look lost but he had just passed call number 2319!
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Post by Chloro on Mar 18, 2014 5:48:39 GMT -8
"Y'know, you lot sure are braver on the other side of the bars..."
Chloro blew out a cloud of smoke as she finished speaking. She was dressed in her orange prison overalls, rolled up around the sleeves. It was easy to see where her forearms stopped and the prosthetic hands began. She was slowly approaching the silvery mercenary.
"It's odd. No-one wants to be prisoner. Except you. You want to be a prisoner."
She was now near enough that she could appraise him. Another shiny bucket head. Although, he didn't have the lumbering two-step grace of another Mandalorian mercenary. She'd been around those long enough to tell the showoffs from the real articles. For one thing, most of them carried more firepower than an AT-AT. He only had sharpies which is what stopped her short. Chloro hated knives. Those things had ruined her day more than once.
"You're on the wrong side of the bars, if you ask me."
It was cell number 2492, down the hall.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 18, 2014 7:27:58 GMT -8
Sa'kage turned and looked at the female who spoke to him, approaching the bars of the cell and listening to her words. She was an interesting sort, speaking with words that didn't seem to match the prisoners uniform she was wearing. How intriguing it was to meet somebody such as this inside a worthless, backwater prison.
Stepping closer, the male leaned down and returned words with the female in a hushed tone. "I might belong upon the other side truly, but through sheer will and intellect I opt for this side to avoid the repercussions of my questionable actions."
As he spoke he gripped his baton like weapon lightly, eyeing the female when he notice another guard walking towards them then past. Behind his mask, inside his armor he raised an eyebrow. He was suppose to be the only other guard within this section of the prison, for half these cells where empty anyways. One reason he had moved the majority of the people in to one larger group. Sure he wasn't suppose to, but it made his job easier and safer. His head turned and followed the other guard as he moved passed and some tingled down the back of his neck. He glanced once at the female and pressed a finger to his mask in a gesture for her silence and a silent nod before stepping backwards.
Darkness ruled this prison, half the lights flickering and the other half simply out all together. A potent reason he had so easily agreed to this job when so few others would have even contemplated. Darkness was his friend and ally, his lover and his brother, the only one who knew him best. Calling upon his father's teaching, the powers taught to the Disciples of Twilight, the male called the shadows to himself and wrapped them about himself, disappearing in to the darkness like a wraith who never had been.
Moving quickly and skillfully with a light silent foot the male followed after the guard who should not be there and when he stopped, so would Sa'kage before dropping his shadowy veil and revealing himself. "Good evening sir. Is there something I can help you with, for I am the only guard upon duty in this area and I know your are not my relief. Not so early in the day nor do you remotely resemble him."
Awaiting an answer Sa'kage idly twirled his baton weapon, glowing red receptors affixed upon the male before him as he perused the male's face and eyes, looking for the signs of deceit and deception. Although not always perfect, it helped and gave him something to do while listening to the male's response.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 18, 2014 9:23:07 GMT -8
Vyzlor had lost his focus, it had been a long time since he had personally carried out a mission like this. He stopped briefly to get his bearings and add clarity to his Force Sight. It was then that Sa'kage appeared in front of him with an invisible cloud of Dark Side energy. Vyzlor could feel the Force energy and was slightly confused by the fact it was emanating from a guard. He must be new. However this event narrowed his own perception in the Force and suddnely, he had found what he was looking for. This all happened in the blink of an eye and Vyzlor smiled back at the masked man.
"You have already helped me more than you know, however I am here for prisoner 53419 who was recently transferred. She is to be moved back into isolation."
The Sith Lord was referring to Chloro, the female who the guard had just been speaking too, although Vyzlor had no way of knowing this. He knew she had recently been trasferred and that her record contained many violent incidents so a move back to isolation was perfectly plausible. It was soon going to be time for the in-voluntary assistance he had enlisted, the Deputy Warden of the prison.
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