Your opinion is not necessarily mine; Your opinion is not fact; Your opinion is not absolute. Your opinion is a perspective.
OOC: Should make sense now :P
IC: Not long after Nym and Rogues leaves their vantage the gunship starts a search of the area. In front of the maintenance hatch, stood two Gamorrean guards talking. So far they hadn't noticed anything. The speeder patrol are due to be driving by the hatch anytime.
Approaching the jamming array, the commandos find it guarded by a few dozen Gamorreans protecting a large blastdoor entrance, along with some hovercraft vehicles with mounted guns.
In the meantime Ladsk reaches the command center, bursting through the door. "Bitz, we need to talk about Grott!"
Nym and Rogues scans reveal half a dozen Gamorrean guards protecting the irrigation plant that borders just on the outside of the shield generator. In the distance they can see Speedbike patrols crossing each other and patrolling the perimeter. A gunship is also spotted, making random searches of rock formations, houses and similar places where intruders might make their approach.
Bitz is in the control center, watching the security cameras. With the new drug almost ready to ship out, his species natural tendency towards paranoia is getting to him, and he didn't want any surprises. At the moment he is mostly focused at the screen showing the vault with the processed drugs.
In the barracks, Grott is sitting with his fellow Gamorreans playing a game of dice. "I win, haha!" He shouts as him cheating in the game allows him to rob the others blind. The others, broke or frustrated gives up and some decide to go back to work. At the same time Ladsk walks in.
"What is going on here pig, these men are supposed to guard warehouse 13! Why don't you get off your *** and actually do what you are paid for." Ladsk says. Grott takes his time getting out of the chair, grabs a primitive, yet fearsome axe and places himself just in front of Ladsk.
"If you have a problem.." he begins. His men behind him backing him up and grabbing the nearest weapons or blunt instruments. "You can take it up with Bitz, or we can settle it right now."
If his species were capable, Ladsk would have been redheaded out of fury.He takes a quick look at the number of Gamorreans in the barracks and says; "I WILL talk to Bitz about this, but no matter what, you better watch your back pig. We will definitely settle this... later." Ladsk leaves the barrack angry, heading towards the control center.
*Ladsk is doing his rounds, making sure the slaves are doing what they are supposed to and giving out random beatings to maintain the status quo of the employer/employee status. He continued until he ran into Grott, the local Gamorrean clan leader, at fat pig, even by Gamorrean standards. His clan was being paid handsomely for the protection of the crops, mostly against other clans. Most however were smart enough to stay out of Hutt buisness, barely. Sometimes they had to be reminded.
"I caught your men playing dice on the job again Grott. The slaves would do a better job at guarding this facility than you and your men. It's pathetic!" Ladsk began.
Grott only made a grunting noise, presumably laughing. "Maybe you should make a recommendation to your Hutt overlords, I'm sure they will love the idea of slaves guarding slaves. Maybe you will even get that promotion you always wanted." he continued his grunting.
Ladsk and Grott stared at each other intensely for a few minutes until Grott decided he didn't really care for the situation and wanted to join his fellow Gamorreans playing dice.
"Alright Ladsk, I'll talk to my men." very slowly and with some effort he got out of his chair and left. Ladsk, feeling almost victorious over Grott submitting put him in a better mood. Its only now he notices some slaves nearby staring.
"Get pick to work!" He yells and unleashes his whip upon one of slaves, an elderly one, who didn't do it fast enough.*
Last Man Standing!
Nothing will stand against the onslaught of Egypt!
OCO: Not good at "filler", but I guess a little personality wouldn't hurt I guess :P
IC:*As Bitz slithers into the control center he finds Ladsk holding a Twi'lek slave by the throat and up in the air.
"That crops needs to be harvested and stored by the end of the day, or I'll have to reconsider the status of your...employment. I haven't had a proper meal in days." He tells the Twi'lek, his tongue smelling the air. The stench of fear in the air seem to excite him, or so it appears to Bitz, he has never found it easy to read the face of a Trandoshan.
The best he can, the Twi'lek mutters a "yes master!" and is then dropped by Ladsk and left struggling to breathe on the floor as Bitz entering the room gets his attention.
"Bored again Ladsk?" Bitz teased him, knowing well that Ladsk had no sense of humor in any way. Ladsk let out a slight hiss of disapproval, or was it more contemptuous? They didn't like each other, but Ladsk was good at what he does, keeping the slaves in line, not to mention the Gamorrean thugs in their employment.
"I'll go inspect the harvest.." He says, and then leaves the control center. Bitz laughs and signals one of the servants nearby to fetch him something to eat.*
On the surface, Bitz, the Hutt in charge of the facility, was standing in front of a cylindrical tube inside a large lab. Inside the cylinder was a plant, apparently a very addictive one according to his superiors. However this was merely a specimen, outside the facility in several domes functioning as greenhouses, were most of the crop that have yet to be harvested. The ones already harvested and being prepared for processing was in locked in a vault in the lower levels below.
He had already inspected those levels and were on his way back up to the outpost command center where his second in command, a Trandosian slave master named Ladsk was waiting.*
Seems like the "bomb" is gonna blow on a week day...
Malan smiles slightly and leans closer. "Depends on how you see it, as a military man this only makes for an easier and much less complicated use of PMs. Law enforcement is gonna have a field day though. But I am merely here as an observer, there a quite a few people in the Federation whom would have a lot to gain.
So this should certainly make for an interesting treaty, for however long it lasts."
He gives Fenrir a wink and then leans back again.*
*In the midst of the talks, Malan Drayson enters the room and sits down next to Fenrir, whom he gives a slight nod and bow before sitting down.
"Apologies for the late entry, please continue."
Easy to do this the other way around.
I'm still Federation.
For blackmail purposes, I can't say xD
Someone owes me money.
Oh I'll survive alright, problem is that before I can mount a proper defense, I'll have lost a 3rd of my Empire. Even more from an economic perspective xD
But at least this rebellion isn't as disappointing at they usually are.
Those 1000 men in Athens will have to hold the line against about 24000 men. Good odds for any Spartan. No?
Except these are also Spartans though...
If anyone wanna place their bets on who wins the battle of Athens. Now is the time xD
T'Rani, looked towards Lok and said; "Alyssious' Kalligs tomb can be found on Dromund Kaas. Go there, and find your answers."
OOC: You can finish up by yourself it seems Ori. No matter what, I seem to have lost the ability to do.. Well anything.
AK/ Nox was a member of the Dark council, in a time where the competition among the Sith was at its highest. One doesn't get there by being nothing but a master swordsman, or at least close to it, in addition to force abilities.
Ori/ Fine, I'll play along as a courtesy. But since we are playing by these new parameters, I'll add some new ones to.
*Finally, Darth Nox had gotten bored by the Mandalorians persistence. T'Rani made a twist of the hand and Ori'verda was thrust fast backwards and smashed into the pillar behind him, crushing his Jetpack (dunno if you brought one).
With the other hand force crush was applied to Ori'verdas helmet, cracking the visor and disabling many of the electronic components.*
Number two fits me. I think.. xD
*T'Rani now started a complex and nimble series of lightsaber attack forms, almost before Ori'verda had gotten on his feet. Attempting to push him towards the end of the hall, near the great statue.*
*The desperate and foolish attempt of an attack was met with a similar tactic as before, one lightsaber forces away the blade being thrust towards her and allowing T'Rani to temporarily lock down both ends of Ori'verdas blade as the other end as a result would be moved forward, while an unfavorable stance for a prolonged lock as he would be able to apply move pressure and force her down, which she let him deliberately. Once far enough down she let herself fall backwards and then proceeds to kick him with both feet in the stomach into the pillar previously behind her.*
OOC: I'm just playing the cards I am given and doing what makes sense. So don't look at me xD
*As soon as Ori'verda landed, T'Rani had decoupled the lightsaber into, using one to deflect the incoming blow with a strike from above, to halt it in one position and the other to strike the hilt (Not decoupling point) and the other end of Ori'verdas blade from below at the exact same time.*
*T'Rani, walked closer until she stood only 10 meters away, there she entered a stance that wasn't familiar to Ori'verda, certainly not mandalorian. She moved the lightsaber in between them and started walking sideways, forcing Ori'verda to do the same in order to maintain tactical balance.
She decided to strike first, seemingly in an instant she managed to cross the distance and struck against Chaos, with a fury and skill not her own.*
*"The Truth!?" The voice said and laughed.
"Truth is in the eye of the beholder. I was once known as Kallig, yes, but I am in fact Darth Nox, Dark lord of the Sith, Member of the Dark Council and Head of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge. And you are Lok?" Laughter filled the room again.
"You search for answers, but I sense that I am not the one you are looking for. Let me guess, you search for Aloysious? He does not rest here on Korriban. I could help you with that of course. But first, we must deal with your companion, lets see if he is truly worthy of being a Mandalorian, let alone existing.
I believe you came here to fight Ori'verda, but tell me shall we fight with honor?" T'Rani, possessed by Darth Nox, now stepped out of the shadow of one of the pillars, and ignited a red lightsaber.
"Or shall we end it swiftly and be as impatient and rash as you have demonstrated to be on your little quest?" The missing Rangers, 18 of them, also stepped out from shadows all over the hall, all with their weapons pointed at Ori'verda.*
*As the shot hit T'Rani, she vanished. A presence started to fill the room and soon their advanced equipment started to fail again, leaving scanners with an almost constant and unpredictable flickering. Sometimes it seemed to indicate the presence of things which was not there.
For a moment they could have sworn they heard laughter all around them, but were soon distracted by a voice, a female one, coming from somewhere i the great hall.
"Tsk tsk. How uncivilized. First you break into my tomb and now this? Well, I guess it is what to be expected from a Mandalorian, they have always been a shortsighted people."
Now it seemed like shadows popped up here and there only to disappear again all around them. The voice continued;
"Tell me Sith, why do you accept this kind of.. disrespectful behavior? Mandalorian are always best kept on a short leash. Perhaps the Sith have grown weak in the last thousand years... Not even being able to control some of our most willing slaves. Yeess, I can sense it. Outside of this Valley, in the force.. in You."
The voice paused for a moment.
"I am most disappointed in the company I must say. Once I sensed a Sith, I had hoped it was one of my kin, seeking guidance. Why have you come here travelers?"*
There is no challenge in that, all that can be achieved by any player. :P
As usual your logic fails you, as I can neither continue your savegame as another faction. Adding to that Macedon has been wiped out :P
What exactly is the challenge? xD
If it is the best you in Empire creation, I need proof of date, difficulty and so on.
*As the key entered the lock, the door disappeared out in thin air and the shimmering and flickering was gone as well. The ground was still shaking and the path behind them now collapsed entirely, with signs showing that the room they were standing in was soon to follow.
The next corridor was short and soon they found themselves in a great hall leading up to a large statue at the end. Leading up to was two rows of a thick pillars decorated with ancient texts. A few of the pillars had collapsed and was scattered all over the hall.
After taking in what some might consider a fascinating and breathtaking sight, they also now noticed that the room had a certain aura of hostility, like something were offended by their presence. They now noticed a figure at the bottom of the large statue, a figure clad in mandalorian armor, it was T'Rani Stargazer.*
*Due to his unnatural state, Loks estimation of what the ranger could handle fell short, and he suffered massive organ failure. As he was drawing his last few breaths, he remained unconcerned with all but the door.
With Loks mention of Kallig, the ranger looked at him for the last time and attempts to say something but exhales and dies. Once the ranger is dropped on the ground a key falls out of his pocket.
Soon after the place begins to shake and the ceiling starts to collapse.
As Ori'verda destroys the two statues it sets off an earthquake and the room starts to become unstable and the door begins to shimmer, like protected by a force field or, at least something very similar.*
OOC: Tsk tsk. You and your impatience Ori. Tick tock xD
Loks move seemingly neither scared him or affected him in any other way than holding him still. Upon touching the mans mind, it was best described as "clouded" and there wasn't much to learn. Still in his own world, he continued his rambling.
"Door? What door?" He said, as if he for the moment truly had forgotten... "Matters not anymore. I am merely the guardian, I can allow none to enter. Or they too shall fall on their sword. If they are strong enough. For months, strenght of mind kept it at bay, for she was right, true Mandalorians are Strong! But not strong enough. A dam can hold water back, but either the amount of it, or time, will always breach it in the end...
First some disappeared in the tunnels, then some fell pray to the illusions. Soon it was just me and her... She soon spent all her time at his feet, she stopped eating, drinking even talking. But she didn't die, how could she? "
He paused... and looked at his symbols on the wall.
"The door!" He said out loud, as he suddenly remembered something important. "Without the key, none comes through."
In an almost reptile like twist of the neck he once again looked at Lok.
"Illusion! Pawn! Liar! Go away and disturb me no more, let me die with honor! Me, the last Mandalorian in all of the galaxy! Guarding my post... Death and dishonor awaits everyone else, now that Mandalore have fallen...Just as she said, no he. She?"