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[Darth Vrael]

Vrael eyed the warehouse with clear disgust as he stepped off from his speeder onto the sidewalk. So this was the place hmm? The nest of rebel scum who had sought to relieve him of his rightful property. Hmph, it was smaller than he'd expected, and actually quite inconspicuous, just another normal gray warehouse alongside a dozen others. Vrael glanced down at a small paper in his hand, confirming what was written there. Yes, this was it alright, one of the meeting locations he'd discovered in the apparent thief's living space. It wasn't the only place, but it had been the most prominent.

Honestly, he didn't expect to find his missing ship here, not at all. Doing so would've been extremely foolish of them, even for a group willing to steal from the Emperor. It had probably been taken off world somewhere, somewhere a Pinnace wouldn't be flagged down on site. There WOULD be people here though in all likelihood, people who could point them in the right direction. Those people were in for quite a shock, and a VERY unpleasant time. Vrael turned to nod behind him, and received several nods in return. Lifting their bulk free from their own speeders, his two Massassi guards stepped forward to flank him. They made to step forward, both reaching for their weaponry, but stopped when Vrael held a hand up.

"No, you two stand back and make sure no one interferes. Myself and the acolyte with deal with this." He cast a glance back towards said Acolyte as he continued speaking, "Are you ready? We'll be going in momentarily, before they have a chance to take notice of us." He had come garbed in his full war regalia, helmet included, and so he looked like another nameless trooper. It was better that way so at to avoid any undue complications. Even so, he was sure those inside would take off running regardless. That said, they also had no idea on just what they might find here. It could be a full on cell, or just a meeting place for stupid punks. Ah well, they would handle it regardless.

Vrael checked his equipment over one last time, palming a lightsaber before looking towards his "partner." In truth, he was almost excited for this, it wasn't often he got to put his own abilities to use anymore. And mere training and spars just never could compare to the real thing could they?

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

Working alongside the Emperor made Arnen admittedly a bit nervous, as this was not simply a replaceable partner - it was the Emperor of the last true bastion of the Sith. He was a true Dark Lord of the Sith. Arnen would pull up just before Emperor Vrael, and his entourage, giving them a curt nod, rather than a bow, as they were in less-than-friendly-territory, and acknowledging him as the Emperor outwardly would likely put a target on his head, "Yes, m'lord. With your permission, I would like to take point."

Like his Emperor, he, too, looked relatively normal, with no indication of his affiliation with the Sith, in his Combat Engineer gear. He clutched a stock-less Vorantikus blaster rifle to finish off the look, though both of his lightsabers remained hidden underneath his wrists, in a compartment hollowed out for their storage and concealment. With the flick of his wrist, and a small use of the Force, he could deploy a saber quickly, with ease.

 

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael considered the other Sith's request for a moment before shrugging it away. "No, we shall breach together. These are hardly dangerous foes and I will not be taking a backseat role in the quest to recover my own stolen property." With that, he walked past towards the door, drawing his weapons so that he held his blaster in one hand and his lightsaber in the other. Arnen Elgenoth, a new Acolyte who he had heard good things about so far. Well this was the man's chance to prove his worth first hand, should be an easy feat for the childish task that they were embarking upon. Vrael gave a final nod to the two Massassi, who nodded back, and turned their focus towards the street. Good, they knew what their roles were, he wouldn't have to worry on that front.

Gesturing for the Acolyte to come, Vrael headed right for the warehouse entrance. Taking care with his footsteps as he neared it. He had no wish to kick a rock into the door and cause a ruckus, would be horrible example to set for Arnen. Easing himself up against it and waiting for the Acolyte to join him he first tested the door, finding it locked to no great surprise. Then, after counting down with his fingers for the other Sith to see, he activated his lightsaber and sliced the lock in one fluid motion. Immediately he slammed the door open and charged in, weapons held ready. It looked like they'd just entered a teenager clubhouse, with couches and holoscreens scattered about along with piles of wrappers. The only things that shattered the illusion was the weapon rack with several blaster rifles off to the side, and what looked like a dismantled Imperial Goliath droid in the corner.

Oh, and the three people currently on the couches, a Mon Calamari and two Quarrens. They had been taken by surprise obviously, in the middle of some discussion or something. They weren't unarmed though, they all had sidearms from what he could see. They also had some manner of light armor encasing their chests and arms. Vrael raised his blaster even as they leapt from their seats, pointing it right at them as he yelled. "DO NOT MOVE, OR WE WILL USE LETHAL FORCE!" This was the difficult part, they had the initial advantage, but they couldn't actually use deadly force. Not on all of them at least, corpses were hard to interrogate. How would they respond?
@Gian Greydragon

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

Arnen bowed, respecting the Emperor's wishes. Much respect to him for opting to spearhead this operation himself, rather than having him, or his bodyguards do the heavy lifting. Following closely behind His Excellence, Arnen raised his Vorantikus Rifle, a bead formed upon the head of the Mon Calamari, in the center of the couch. They had all been taken by such surprise, all three of them had been so taken aback by the sudden intruders, their hands flew overhead, "Hands where I can see them, scum! You're in the presence of the True Emperor of the Sith! Move one toe out of line, and you will be summarily executed! Keep your hands up and step forward!"

With relatively swift compliance from the three, they stood slowly and made their ways around the coffee table in front of them. "Turn around! Hold those hands high!" he said, as he stepped forward, rifle kept at the ready, as he made his way to the first Quarren, but Arnen failed to notice a fruit peel on the ground, and slipped dropping his rifle, causing it to misfire into his leg.

Taking the opportunity for what it was, the Quarren on the right moved up, brandishing a Vibroblade, and then placing it firmly against against Arnen's neck, and yanking up upward, to attempt to use him as a human shield. The Mon Calamari and the Quarren quickly dove behind the couch they had sat behind, while the one holding Arnen hostage, began spouting out something in Quarrenese, at the Emperor.

@Narsi (Halp!)

 

[Darth Vrael]

Everything was going fine at first, the surprised victims raising their hands in surrender to the two Sith. From then it was just a matter of taking their weapons and starting the interrogation, a relatively simple task. Or so he'd thought it would be. The acolyte moved to do just that and disaster, or stupidity rather, struck. Vrael watched in disbelief as the other Sith seemed to slip on something and dropped his weapon, which discharged right into his leg. Vrael, and everyone else, just stood there staring for a moment. He couldn't believe it, what he had just witnessed, had his latest trip to the temples been for nothing?

All of sudden everyone leapt into action, the Quarren towards the fallen Sith and the others behind cover. Swinging his blaster around, Vrael took a hasty potshot at the fish species to try and stop him. His efforts were just too hasty and narrowly missed the Quarrens head as he leaned over Arnen, and the shot instead glanced off the fallen man's upper arm in a shower of sparks. His armor would've protected him from the worst of it, but Arnen was likely feeling the burn beneath it. Vrael ignored it, it was the fools own fault he was in this situation anyways. Instead, he gathered his focus to try again, as the man was currently trying to use his Acolyte as a hostage.

Ignoring the babbling, Vrael focused his blaster on the two behind the couch, prompting them to stay where they were. Then he extended his hand with the lightsaber towards the other, beckoning with two fingers as he reached out with the force. In response, the man's hand, and subsequently the knife, was yanked away from Arnen's neck. It wasn't perfect however, the sudden movement would cause the knife to scrap along the Sith's cheek, mouth, and chin. The weapon being a vibroblade, it would cut deep and true, no doubt opening up a vicious gash. The important thing however, is that the knife was now away from the Acolytes neck, the Quarren still trying to pull it back.

The two behind the couch got a rush of courage at the sight. One of them ran from cover towards the weapons rack, and the other stayed where he was and went for his sidearm.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

"I deserved that..." he thought as the bolt collided with his shoulder, before he was yanked upward, and a knife was placed against his throat. Not long after, the Emperor Forced the knife away from his neck, albeit, cutting his face in the process. Taking the opportunity, he attempted to break the arm of the Quarren, but lacked the height from his shoulder to gain any leverage, and the arm simply bent downward at an uncomfortable angle. In moving to do so, Arnen accidentally kicks his rifle away from his feet.

Dropping his left hand, he twisted his wrist to deploy his saber, but rather than catching it, the lightsaber simply fell to the ground, and rolled just out of reach. Today was not his day, and it showed.

 

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael almost face palmed, and would've done so if his hands weren't so occupied. The Acolyte was still trapped, having failed in his efforts to free himself. He had also just dropped his lightsaber, the hilt hitting the floor with a dull thunk. What was worse, was that the other scum hadn't been idle either. One was grabbing a rifle, and the other standing up with pistol in hand. He was almost considering calling in the Massassi guards of his from the outside. They would sort this mess right out, of that he was sure. But he couldn't do that, not yet as they wouldn't make it in time. Dropping the hold on the knife, he drew his hand back and pumped the power of the dark side through it, allowing his anger at Arnen's performance to stoke his inner fires.

The man raised the rifle, the other his pistol, and Vrael brought his hand forward, releasing the power with a angry hiss. The result was pulsating wave of force ereupting forth to blanket the room in front of him. Due to its hastiness, the blast was uneven and weak in some areas, but it had the desired effects. The man holding the rifle was picked up and thrown into the wall with a wet slap, falling to the ground a moment later. The Quarren with the knife was similarly picked up and thrown away, tumbling across the floor. His knife would have the misfortune slicing across his captive as a result, and would probably leave another mark on the Sith. Arnen himself would be saved by the Quarren tanking most of the hit and be left mostly unaffected, and also free from captivity.

Unfortunately, someone else, the one behind the couch, also had something to tank the majority of the blow. Barely stumbling, the rebel lifted his blaster and returned a shot which glanced off Vrael's upper right arm plating. Vrael hissed at the burning sensation and lifted his own blaster to return fire. His shot ripped right through the aliens face, dropping him like a sack of ugly fish heads. That left just two more, both of which were trying to stand now.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

A shallow gash from the violently vibrating dull end of the vibroblade formed across his cheek, as the Quarren was blasted backwards. Falling on his posterior, Arnen attempted to scramble for his Vorantikus Blaster Rifle, but was met with stiff resistance, as the Mon Calamari with the Carbine fired a hail of bolts, one of which slamming into his shoulder, dislocating it from it's socket, another, square into his ribs, cracking three of them, upon impact, at such close range, and then a third, that ripped through his lower jaw, rendering it completely useless, and inoperable.

Arnen tried to scream, but all that came out with a labored gurgle, as the bolt had cauterized flesh, bone and blood. The last thing he saw, before collapsing from the shock, was what used to be his lower jaw swing to one side, and dislocate the other side, as it swung from the flesh of his cheek. He looked to his Emperor, with eyes that emanated sorrow, and failure.

"I have failed you, milord," he thought, telepathically, before falling face-forward, as he went into shock. He was not dead yet, but he would need serious medical attention, and quickly, at that.

Conscious was not something one would call Arnen's state. More akin to a state of sub-conscious shock, due to the trauma endured by his body. That said, he was a durable sod, able to endure a hefty beating, and still put up a fight, without dying from his wounds, or the shock that came with them. He, however, could not whether a storm, from a blaster rifle and nigh melee range, and keep trucking. He was hurt bad, and it would take his body and long time to heal itself from such damage. Still, the stubborn nature of the Firrerreo kept him from slipping immediately out of consciousness.

@Narsi

 

[Darth Vrael]

The two were getting up again, and would soon be on their feet ready to go. The Acolyte was going to be useless, of that he was certain. So it was time for a little backup, he turned and shouted behind him, "Massassi! Come forward, to me!" He was instantly answered by the sounds of heavy feet thundering closer and howls of war. He turned back, just in time see the rifle wielder drill Arnen handily and then turn towards him. Vrael beat him to the shot by just a hair, his own bolt ending the Mon Calamari's life just as the first shot from the rifle ripped his blaster from his hand. The Emperor watched the weapon clatter to the ground and skid away, frowning, it was probably unusable now. He'd have to remember to get a new one later.

Ah well, he had removed the last active threat at least. The last, the Quarren, was looking at the new corpse with horror, and steadily becoming more afraid as Vrael reinforcements arrived behind him. Two huge Massassi, lightsabers ready and teeth bared, Vrael couldn't blame him for his fear. Vrael stopped their advance with a raised hand and pointed his lightsaber at the last remaining rebel. "Surrender, now, drop all your weapons or else I shall allow them to rip you apart. Do it unless you want to end up like your foolish friends." The panicked fish met his gaze, hesitated, and then frantically started nodding. A moment later the aliens weapons hit the floor and Vrael sighed in relief inwardly. Now they had to someone to interrogate.

Vrael stepped forward finally, shooting the facedown Sith a disgusted look. Pitiful, pathetically pitiful, he should just leave the man to die. But that wouldn't do, they were at war, and every meat shield was important. He turned to the Massassi behind him, urging them forward as he spoke. "One of you stop the fool from bleeding out, the other secure the Quarren. " They went right to it, one bending over the fallen Sith and the other forcing the rebel to kneel. Vrael used the time to summon his fallen blaster from the ground, giving it a cursory once over to confirm it was fried. How irritating, thankfully he had something to vent on right here.
@Gian Greydragon

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

The Firrerreo had lost consciousness to activate his healing factor, due to the Firrerreo receiving such heavy trauma to a wide are on his body, leaving him burnt and broken all across his body. Even with his racial healing factor, it would take months for him to make a full recovery. With aid from the Massassi, he was able to keep from bleeding out, and not die. Although, having failed his Emperor, he was left to his thoughts. Part of him wished for death, but the stubbornness at the core of his nature wanted a chance to redeem himself. His last conscious thought was a single word.

'Exile.'

/Incapacitated

 

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael stalked up the remaining rebel and shoved his lightsaber right next to the mans face, the red tip hovering inches in front of his eye. The man struggled to pull away but it was fruitless now, the Massassi holding him place easily. Vrael let him sweat a moment and then drew it back, kneeling to make eye contact. "Mereein, " he said slowly, making sure to pronounce it correctly. "You know this person correct?" There was a flicker of recognition in the aliens eyes, and a nod after a moments hesitation. Vrael nodded back, pulling a datapad from his belt and speaking softly, almost gently. "Now, since you know her, you no doubt know of a recent job she pulled." He said nothing, but Vrael could see the sudden fear in his eyes as he continued. "Now, where is she, and where is the ship she stole."

The Quarren stayed silent, and so Vrael stabbed the burning point of his saber into his leg. The rebel let out a fishy scream and thrashed even harder to no avail. Vrael left it in there until the man finally screamed out, OK! I'LL TELL YOU STOP!" and he pulled it away. "She's....on Raxus, she took the ship to Raxus ok..." Vrael frowned under his helmet, that was a nice start, but ultimately incomplete. Raxus wasn't exactly a small planet after all. "Where on Raxus?, " He responded, and once again the man hesitated. Vrael did not hesitate, and jammed the glowing blade into the other leg. More thrashing, more screaming, more stench, but eventually he got compliance and specific coordinates with it. Unfortunately, the man fainted right after, preventing any further questions. It was a shame, he'd have liked to know the specifics of what they faced, but he would make do.

Vrael stood and brushed some of the dust off his armor, putting his lightsaber away. Clasping his hands behind his back, he turned to walk out, casually calling over his shoulder. "Bring the Acolyte and toss him in the infirmary. And the Quarren...kill him." Stepping back out into the sun, he boarded his speeder, already plugging in the coordinates and making orders. The fools, they had no idea what was coming for them.
@Gian Greydragon

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