Darth Sobrius
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Weogar
Jun 10, 2017 20:05:44 GMT -8
Post by Darth Sobrius on Jun 10, 2017 20:05:44 GMT -8
*In the time that had followed since the "gracious" visit by the Knights of Ren, Sobrius had watched galactic affairs in silence. Subortus had done his part to report on any and all dealings he could get his ear on, but it was little more than galactic reports could provide. This First Order was at least efficient in preventing unwanted listening.
But this war was only progressing, both sides growing by the day. Sobrius was growing restless. Bogan demanded his servant act, and simply waiting here upon Clak'dor VII was not aiding his deity in the slightest. And not having as much information as he would have liked on these organizations... it made him uncomfortable. He had no pride at stake; once Gran and Subortus had dueled to a standstill, Sobrius had dismissed the Ren, stating he would only consider pledging support to their Order should he deem them worthy.
And worthy they were... of supporting Sobrius's own ends. As a member of the First Order, not only would Sobrius and Clak'dor be afforded all the benefits of such an arrangement, he would have access to greater intelligence... An importance in this current climate. Not only that, but he would be able to act on Bogan's behalf at last... Regardless of his true feelings on the First Order's legitimacy, he and his loyal followers would at the least be sent to battle against the Jedi and these "Alliance" dogs who would attempt to force their dogma down the throats of the galactic populace.
It would, however, take some convincing—or, if necessary, coercing—of the Bith governor of the world to agree to induction into the First Order. Sobrius personally traveled to the capital Weogar once more, meeting with Sugrin N'ar and proposing his plan. Fortunately, the Bith was agreeable; by now, the people of Clak'dor VII had come to see the Sith as a benevolent presence. Sobrius's long term plan had thus paid off, and the Bith had placed their full trust in the Sith "protectors'" judgment.
The Sith was quite pleased, firstly discussing terms and potential discussion points before they would make contact. Fortunately, Soku Ren had been kind enough to provide Sobrius with exact contact details, should Sobrius ever change his mind. Sobrius would have to thank him for that, but for now, they first had to make the call...*
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Weogar
Jun 11, 2017 19:51:59 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 11, 2017 19:51:59 GMT -8
A transmission came in from the First Order, requesting that Lord Sobrius make his way to the Kuat system to rendezvous with the Supreme Commander and his ship. In the transmission, he requests the assistance of Bith engineers and any available naval personnel for a specific task.
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Darth Sobrius
Blackguard Imperium
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Weogar
Jun 12, 2017 19:04:26 GMT -8
Post by Darth Sobrius on Jun 12, 2017 19:04:26 GMT -8
*Governor Sugrin N'ar of the Bith people admittedly harbored a small measure of doubt after the deal was struck to induct his world into the First Order. The history of Empires in the galaxy was... rocky at best, and he hoped that this was not another mistake. All the same, he had come to trust Lord Sobrius; certainly a greater impression than the former Sith occupants of this world had left. And the decision to pledge to the First Order had been a mutual one... or at least, it had felt like one.
But it was public perspective the Bith worried about. They had already made the announcement publicly, and reception seemed... mixed. No one seemed overtly angry or as though preparing to start a riot, yet Sugrin still felt uneasy about it.
Then the transmission from the First Order came, requesting Sobrius's presence at Kuat, along with the promised Bith engineers and any available naval personnel. Sugrin sighed; they had little to spare in the latter department, but he would make amends in some way. Sobrius took the summons in stride, requesting the transport of an Imperial cargo ship in orbit. Sugrin had agreed, watching from his office as the transports carrying many of his world's best minds departing for orbit.
Hopefully this would amount to good for Clak'dor VII and the Bith...*
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Viox Savage
Blackguard Imperium
"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Weogar
Mar 7, 2019 8:36:46 GMT -8
Post by Viox Savage on Mar 7, 2019 8:36:46 GMT -8
Several Sith Fighters streaked through the atmosphere of Clak'dor VII. While they weren't attacking anything right now, there were definitely there with purpose. Behind the advanced wave of fighters, six Gage-Class Transports followed them in, settling into position above Weogar. Despite being Darth Sobrius' domain, he was allegedly a part of the Blackguard, and as such, it was time to officially bring his territory into the fold. With or without his cooperation.
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Viox Savage
Blackguard Imperium
"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Weogar
Mar 23, 2019 8:22:43 GMT -8
Post by Viox Savage on Mar 23, 2019 8:22:43 GMT -8
As the Blackguard forces advanced throughout Weogar, securing the city with little difficulty, the Imperial Assault Shuttle carrying the Sith'ari soared past the city, heading for the temple that was Sobrius' domain. Given the fact that no resistance had been met up until this point, either Sobrius had disappeared, or he was aware of the Sith'ari's arrival. At this point, it was assumed the latter, but that still didn't change the Zabrak's agenda.
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Weogar
Sept 2, 2020 19:44:11 GMT -8
Post by Captain Azkul Travillius on Sept 2, 2020 19:44:11 GMT -8
123rd Regiment - Shield Battalion. Lieutenant Colonel Anya Walker and the rest of Shield Battalion was in charge of guarding and protecting the population of Weogar. Being the capital of the planet, it was busier than the other cities on Clak'dor VII. So security was tighter than normal, but even so, delegates, dignitaries and other official personnel were still able to come and go as they needed. Production throughout the city was up, crime was down. Overall, the economy of the planet was booming. |
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Weogar
Oct 19, 2020 11:35:15 GMT -8
Post by Captain Azkul Travillius on Oct 19, 2020 11:35:15 GMT -8
123rd Regiment - Shield Battalion Maintaining a firm grip on the capital city of Weogar, Shield Battalion worked closely with local law enforcement to ensure the safety and security of all those present in the capital. Technology smuggling from the capital was punishable by execution and even most other crimes were punished far harsher than expected. But, given that Clak'dor VII's primary export was technology, most people overlooked the harsher punishments and continued on with their daily lives. |
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Viox Savage
Blackguard Imperium
"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Weogar
Nov 29, 2020 9:44:38 GMT -8
Post by Viox Savage on Nov 29, 2020 9:44:38 GMT -8
Due to some restructuring of the Imperium after a brief civil war and the defection of several notable members of the Blackguard, Clak'dor VII was now part of what would be known as the Blackguard's core territories. Situated on the Rimma Trade Route, along with Sullust and Eriadu, the three worlds composed the Blackguard's economical and industrial might. While other worlds within the Imperium did contribute to the overall economy, the "Imperium's Triumvirate" ensured that the Blackguard's economical presence within the galaxy was strong enough to keep trade thriving. As such, with the loss of the Sith Worlds after Malvus' departure, assets formerly dedicated to the security and protection of the Sith Worlds was re-allocated to the Imperium's beating heart.
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Darth Xethuys
Blackguard Imperium
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Weogar
Jan 18, 2021 15:04:21 GMT -8
Post by Darth Xethuys on Jan 18, 2021 15:04:21 GMT -8
Mistress Aria Walden, a vicious Rattataki female, was the Sith Overseer of Clak'dor VII. Alongside Shield Battalion stationed in Weogar, Armstrong Battalion, stationed up in orbit on Mezhra Station, Maroon Battalion stationed in Nozho, and Hawking Battalion stationed in Buerhoz, all of the 123rd Regiment, Clak'dor VII remained safe and securely under the control of the Blackguard Imperium. Being a part of the Imperium's "core" worlds, Clak'dor was also reinforced by Ascension Command as it patrolled through here as well as Sullust and Eriadu. Operating in unison, as the Imperium's beating economical heart, its safety and security was of the utmost importance.
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Viox Savage
Blackguard Imperium
"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Weogar
Aug 8, 2021 10:48:50 GMT -8
Post by Viox Savage on Aug 8, 2021 10:48:50 GMT -8
Weogar - Aria Walden's Office Building.
With the order given to Rampant Savage, the A.I of the Sith'ari, Rampant was able to issue the order simultaneously across all of the affected worlds of the Blackguard Imperium. While one message was the same to each world, those included in Operation: FRACTURE would receive the green light to proceed officially.
Attention all Imperium Navy and Army personnel, per protocol 11.5-4, Order 212 is to be executed immediately by authority of the Sith'ari.
While that message was being played across the fleet and all army bases across the planet, a second message came through to Overseer Walden's personal chambers. With her vicious reputation and ability to produce results effectively, she had been included in the territories that Operation: FRACTURE included.
Overseer Walden, Order 212 has been given. Operation: FRACTURE is to begin in earnest. By the authority of the Sith'ari, you have been granted permission to facilitate this transition by any means necessary while preserving the infrastructure of your world. All Glory to the Imperium. All Glory to the Sith'ari.
Another world notified, another world preparing to dig in and wait for further orders.
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Darth Xethuys
Blackguard Imperium
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Weogar
Nov 10, 2021 15:09:26 GMT -8
Post by Darth Xethuys on Nov 10, 2021 15:09:26 GMT -8
Weogar - Aria Walden's Office Building
The order had come, as promised. Xethuys had said as much. The appearance of the Sith'ari, over public holo, was unexpected, however. And he seemed to be very much alive and well, wielding his power effortlessly, against the traitorous Varick Thedas. His demise had come as no surprise, but the Sith'ari's brutal assault and subsequent murder and commitment to the Sith Code was...inspiring. When Malvus and Viox had proposed the Rule of Unity, Aria had despised the idea and rejected it outright, though she had played along enough to ensure her position hadn't been compromised, or excluded from the now changing state of the Imperium. Fortunately, Aria was smart enough to realize when to play along and when to do her own thing. Right now was one of those times to play along. Though, with the Sith'ari inciting the Sith Code publicly, it certainly opened up future opportunities...
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Weogar
Dec 29, 2021 17:59:37 GMT -8
Post by Captain Azkul Travillius on Dec 29, 2021 17:59:37 GMT -8
123rd Regiment - Shield Battalion Order 212 had come and gone. Weogar, and all of Clak'dor VII remained firmly within the Imperium's grasp. Aria Walden, the Sith Overseer of Clak'dor VII still retained a firm, iron-clad grip on the populace. Shield Battalion was no exception. Enforcing Aria's will and law was their primary objective, so long as it didn't interfere with what the Sith'ari wanted. And so far, she had done a good job as avoiding invoking his wrath. And Shield continued to obey, as loyal soldiers did. |
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Dragus
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Weogar
Sept 7, 2024 7:04:08 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Sept 7, 2024 7:04:08 GMT -8
Streaking across the sky over the domed city of Weogar, the capital of Clak'dor VII, an all terrain rapid deployment pod (AT-RDP) hurtled towards the surface. The drop pod had been picking up speed since entering the upper atmosphere and was now completely covered in an orange shroud of plasma, trailing a long flaming tail and black smoke behind it as it approached the dome. With a great smash the pod impacted the city's protective barrier, striking the transparisteel surface and punching a hole straight through it, raining down translucent metallic shards on the city's inhabitants caught out in the open below. The impact slowed the pod but didn't completely stop its rapid descent. It continued the rest of the way down, striking a paved street near the heart of Weogar where it shattered the ferrocrete and scattered a cloud of dust and flame for a hundred meters from the point of impact. Anyone caught within proximity of the resulting blast wave had their bones and organs pulped by the kinetic force of the impact, then were immolated as their flesh ignited from the intense heat, leaving horrified statues of ash or burn shadows on the ground depending on how close they were as the pyroclastic cloud spread out and thinned. Eventually the dust and ash settled, even as black smoke still rose up over the city to choke the sky and blanket the ground in the acrid stench of burnt ozone. The pod itself was caked in black soot, carbon scored from the flaming path it had carved across the sky, steaming in the cool evening air. A exhalating hiss of released pressure sounded from the seams between the pods armour plates, as the pod began to unseal and open its shielded doors with a groaning hydraulic whine. A sturdy durasteel ramp slammed down onto the road, sinking slightly into the warped pavement.SSSSSSSSHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!! An intense bestial cry sounded from inside the pod, carried across the city by booming mechanical speakers, accompanied by a chorus of distorted static, an inhuman shriek so loud it would have shattered the windows of nearby buildings if they hadn't already been blown in by the pods landing. THUD! A heavy metallic footstep rang out as the large mechanical leg of a Mech emerged from the containers steaming interior and stepped down on the ramp. THUD! A second footstep followed the first, and soon the mechanical walker revealed itself fully, stepping beneath the flickering lumens of damaged street lights. Nearly twice as tall as an All Terrain Scout Transport, the mechanized walker was a hideous amalgamation of barbed armour plates, its exterior festooned with alien skulls on spikes and dangling Sith iron chains ending in sinister meat-hooks threaded through the corpses of slaves. Its left weapon mount had been swapped out for a massive power mace with a working shockwave generator housed inside the wrecking ball sized Sith steel head of the melee weapon, which itself was covered in massive spikes each as long as a speeder bike. Its right weapon mount had been replaced with a brutal pneumatic industrial power claw, fitted with a portable energy shield attached to its mettalic forearm. A filthy mouldering tabard hung from between its bipedal legs, emblazed with the fanged maw of the Famine Lord, artfully rendered on a canvas of flayed human tissue.Its worst aspect was not even the brutal weapons it wielded or the morbid trophies decorating its mechanical body, but the terrifyingly toothy maw of its head, where the emerging fanged mouth of a Rathtar hissed in feral anticipation. The alien cephalopod had its flesh literally fused to the mechanical components of the mech through alchemical means, blending the lines of beast and machine, creating something far more foul. Painful shocks of electrical current were delivered directly into the creature's nervous system, inciting it to heightened levels of aggression, as any moment of peace was painfully disturbed by another round of nerve baking electrocution. A filthy black ichor wept from its mouthful of fangs, the only part of its body exposed, as its multitude of eyes were hidden away behind armour plating. Needles puncturing its optical nerves and snaking into the beast's primitive brain, providing it with a direct visual feed from the mech's multitude of camera feeds. The rathtars tentacles wormed their way throughout the mechanical monstrosities vital systems, directly interfacing with cables and circuits. Across its back were a number of smoke stacks, belching black clouds of carcinogens and radioactive particulate from the overworked experimental reactor housed in its chest, choking the air around it in a poisonous fog. Crackling yellow current leapt between the speeder sized spikes of its power mace as it exited the drop pod and took its first steps onto the city street. It was so very hungry, and there was no shortage of meat.
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Travis Slane
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Weogar
Sept 7, 2024 18:23:51 GMT -8
Post by Travis Slane on Sept 7, 2024 18:23:51 GMT -8
*The domed city of Weogar was in a fairly understandable panic. First an SSD had arrived in their skies mere months ago, and now their capital was under attack but some sort of mechanical and organic monstrosity seemingly bent on destroying one of their greatest landmarks and devour the entire Bith population. The Weogar Bureau of Investigate was great at solving cases involving murder, patent theft, and providing escort services for famous Musicians, but they were ill equipped to fight a mutant death machine. The braver members of the force on duty still made an attempt... and were slaughtered for their troubles. Thankfully more intelligent members of the force immediately did something far more effective, they called for backup. The call went first to the local militia garrison, which got the initial report and mounted up... but also sent for the actual military, they were Bith after all and those big heads did occasionally contain a few good ideas. Soon after OOM-1709 received a call at his command post and immediately began shouting orders for his soldiers to mount up and prepare for battle, but seeing as they were all battle droids and already in their deployment racks, it was more for show than anything.
As the maniacal mechanical mutant began tearing through the walls of the concert hall the first Trio of MTTs arrived, unfortunately the 300+ B1 battle droids the transports delivered to the scene were less than gnats the the abomination, being swatted away casually as it continued it's rampage. OOM-1709 ordered more transports into the fray, calling on additional firepower from their stations on the outskirts of the city, AATs being moved from positions just outside the domed city where they'd been used to keep native fauna at bay. The speed at which their soldiers were being destroyed in combination with strange readings from within the concert hall caused OOM-1709 to make a call that they really didn't want to.....*
*Deep within the bowels of the Capital Building Lord Orvos of the Sith Eternal was deep in study of a recent subject pulled from the irradiated wilds outside the city, taking studious notes and generally enjoying his data collection when he was rudely interrupted by the Emergency signal on his comlink.* "What could they possibly need now? I told them all that I didn't wish to be disturbed." <<Perhaps they need a lesson in what that means.>> "Though usually inclined to ignore the voice in his head the doctor couldn't help but consider that it might very well increase respect for his orders. Reaching for his Comlink the Sith nearly growled at the droid on the other side.* "There had better be some sort of unexpected monstrocity on a rampage that you can't stop OOM, or I will teach you a new game called "Take out the scrap"........"
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
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Weogar
Sept 10, 2024 5:33:26 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Sept 10, 2024 5:33:26 GMT -8
After glutting itself on the concert-goers, the Rath-Mech (let's call it Susan) emerged from the gaping hole in the side of the musical venue, shrugging off a shower of crumbling bricks as it forced its way back outside. More of the annoying metal gnats had formed a security cordon around the building and immediately opened up with their almost comically ineffective blaster carbines. Susan dragged its monstrous mace through the pavement of the street, sweeping it across and up, burying those B1s nearest in a tidal wave of broken road. The pain-engine hardwired into the chimeric walker's brain relented in response to this act of aggression, but nor did it provide the needed hit of dopamine to relieve its suffering, leaving the cybernetic cephalopod feeling largely hollow. It destroyed the droids because they were in its way, but it did not derive any pleasure for their disassembly. Whereas each Bith life snuffed out by the ruthless Rath-Mech briefly sated the unrelenting pulse of hunger that consumed its every waking moment. Large plumes of toxic smoke poured from the exhaust stacks on Susan's backside as it picked up speed, switching from a slow lumbering walk to more of a light jog, trampling automatons beneath the tread of its heavy footsteps. Putrid steam hissed from around its waist as the walker's chassis rotated slightly to bring its shoulder forwards, though it dropped the bottom edge of its energy shield to the ground, angling the coherent wall of crackling blood red plasma like a scoop. Anything in front of it that couldn't get out of the way in time was forced up onto the inclining wall of raw energy, then was seared by the intense heat, causing the blood inside of Bith bodies to boil and burst as it expanded into vapour. Their oversized heads popped like flies caught in a bug-zapper.
As it marched an intersection away from the crumbling performance hall, the cover of the surrounding buildings fell away, leaving the wicked walker exposed to the heavy armour the militia had dispatched. An emerald streak of heavy laser struck the enraged Rath-Mech on the left shoulder pauldron, shattering the twisted durasteel rebar trophy rack decoratively adorning the slab of alchemically enhanced bronzium, scattering smoke and bones across the open square. Turning, Susan raised its shield arm in time to absorb a second blast, then a third. Just over the horizon, a kilometer down the roadway and gaining quickly, were the first of the AATs being moved into position. They were still too far our to make use of the energy projectile launchers at the base of each tank, but they were well in range to make use of their heavy laser cannon turrets. It began to advance towards them, but as it did so the technological terror exposed its smoking backside to the small arms fire of the droids it had largely ignored. Ineffective though their blasters might have been, each stinging bolt served to distract its senses, dividing its attention between the real threat to the front and the robotic parasites assaulting its backside. Clenching its ichor dripping fangs, Susan let out a deafening sonic screech, shrieking with its speakers set to max volume. WWWWWWWAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! Windows yet unbroken from the Rath-Mech's arrival exploded in a shower of vibrating fragments, while Bith grabbed their enlarged skulls as blood wept from their ears, writhing in agony on the ground with burst eardrums.
Those further away found their moods altered as the strange and sinister siren call of Susan began to effect their brainwaves in ways most mysterious, provoking their aggression, inciting mass riots across the city. Postmen flung their packages at home owners, nurses refused to fluff the pillows of their patients, and in general the Bith people caught up in the infectious rage flocked to the streets. The aura of hate enveloping the city was so potent is was practically palpable, emanating from the furious mechanical monster at its centre. As its bestial call completed, the Rath-Mech switched tactics, swiveling its upper body as it began to turn down a side street to the left, cutting across the downtown core as it sought to gain ground on the AATs hunting it.
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