In for a Penny. . .

[Cainhurst Crow]

Spoiler: Mission

: Plunderers, Fortune Seekers. These despicable degenerates have landed upon Malachor and seek to plumb her secrets for nothing but the clink of fatter wallets. This must not happen! A squadron of Imperial vessels have disabled these rogues' vessel before it could leave the system with whatever ill-gotten gains they managed to scrounge.

Malachor was a dead world, but one that housed many secrets and potentially, many treasures. It was a world that had seen its share of people looking to find some sort of prize to propel them into fortune's good graces. Thus was the tale of the Liberty and Amity, a large vessel which had been used by a crew who had looked to get rich off of the discoveries made on this world. Their plan might have worked, if they hadn't decided to attempt their brazen act of theft while the Sith Empire was looking to claim the world and all its secrets for themselves.

Thus, they had to die. Every single one of them. As an example of why you didn't steal from the Sith.

Reports had come in that the ship had been rather heavily armed for being a simple cargo hauling vessel. It had taken multiple sith vessels to finally get it stopped in space. Now that it was strandard, all that was left to do was to board it, and deliver the final fate to the crew within. Whether they were armed to the teeth and ready for a fight, or would be cowering inside and hoping for mercy, meant little to Calpernia. The orders were her favorite kind, Dispatch the crew, with no survivors.

Her tails flicked back and forth as she stood at the door to the ship approaching the standard merchants. Her ears were perked up and pointing forward, as she simply stood at the door, waiting for it to open. Her pale skin was mostly hidden by the black robe like armor she adorned, but her yellow eyes could still be seen, gleaming with excitement. And in both of her hands, she clutched what looked to be large sized axes, their blades pointed down and tomahawk in shape as she gave a muttering laugh.

"Kill them all, Cut them down. Spill their blood and watch them drown..." She said, her feet shifting from one side to another as she spoke softly to herself, saying the words in a sing-song like fashion as she continued, "Murder all and cut them up. See them scream and watch them...watch them...uhhhh..." She seemed to stop as she looked down to her axes, her excitement stopping for a moment as she tilted her head, the rhythm stopping as she did so.

"Ummm...what's a good rhyem for up?" She asked herself aloud, crossing her arms and letting the axes dangle loosely in her grasp as he tried to ponder it, one ear tucking against her head as the ship continued its approach, "Dammit, that's going to bother me all day." She said as she felt the ship finally to a stop, the slight jerk and accompanying thud meaning they had managed to latch onto their target. Now all that was left was to cut the entryway into the ship, and they'd be able to start boarding and pillaging.

"Hey...looks like it's time to play already. Guess I'll have to put that one in the work in progress pile." She said as she glanced around, looking to see if her fellow sith was nearby, and ready to get to work dispatching this band of treasure hunters.

@Vinn Esper

 

[Vinn Esper]

The barren planet below looked beautiful to the Nameless One. He had spent much of his time on the approach staring out of the view ports in its direction. The Nameless One saw what everyone else saw, a dead world, The Nameless One just had a different perception of death. As they got closer, Nameless finally decided to make his way to the hatch where they would be boarding.

A woman in a black robe that concealed all but a bushy tail seemed to be in front of the group. As The Nameless One had been the last to arrive he was behind the Stormtroopers. He had arrived in time to catch the end of her little song.

"Murder all and cut them up, hear them scream and watch them..." she sort of sang, "watch them uhhh. What rhymes with up?"

What a strange but being, Nameless thought to himself. The Nameless One supposed different beings had different ways of preparing to go to battle. The Sentient Nightmare hadn't been bred with the same range of emotions as others. He had no cause to fear his own death, yet he found he feared dying too early.

He didn't feel he had gained enough experience and knowledge to return to the Sea of Memory yet. He figured he might as well offer some of what he had learned and began to transmit a telepathic message to his mission partner. "Cup, pup, disrupt, corrupt, that's all I got."

The light above the hatch began to flash signaling boarding actions were imminent. The Sentient Nightmare reached over with his left hand and pressed the activator of the wrist mounted saber on his right arm. The arm had regained it's full range of movement, but still lacked a hand.

The Sentient Nightmare despised his injury. He despised the constant reminder of his inadequacy and was very much ready for it to finish healing. Still, it would be a long and drawn out process. The Sentient Nightmare reached to his belt and grabbed his sunspear. In just a minute the doors would open and the sith forces would charge. The defenders would likely have a heavy line of defenders in the front to fire back. Some of the sith would die, but The Nameless One was confident that would be victorious. He may even collect some soup in the process.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

"Watching someone cup doesn't make much sense..." Calpernia said, her ears going against her head as she spoke, a glare forming as she spoke, "And they don't get to corrupt. That is our word, and what we do. They get to die, like the rest." She said with a huff, as the lights came on and the doors began to open, "And one more thing-"

The sudden burst of blaster fire stopped her speech as she moved with a quick speed, the axe heads of her weapon managing to catch two bolts aimed close to hitting her in the chest as she ducked away from the wall of the initial volley. She looked to her axes, seeing the smoking section of the metal where the blasters hit, but hearing the hum they still made.

"Okay. Talk less, hit more. Sorry." She said to her fellow sith as she put away the axes on her hips, slinging them into their own sheaths she wore and turning off the blades vibration generators as she reached behind her waist and withdrew her weapon. It was a lightsaber with a long looking handle, a few spikes lining the emitter. She activated the blade, and the crimson hued shaft of plasma came forth, appearing broader and in a curved shape that hadn't been seen say for a few of the older style lightsabers no longer in use, the darksaber among them.

The blaster bolts continued to hit, and she wasn't sure if the Sentient Nightmare had gone ahead of her, but she broke from her cover and came out swinging, her eyes focused as she moved forward with her saber in a two handed grip. The blades shape and slightly shorter then normal length did not diminish its ability to deflect the bolts, and she swung with each step as she moved forward, cutting into each blaster bolt and knocking them into the walls or roof as they came.

With every cut, she blocked a bolt, and for every block, she moved up a step, closing the distance more and more as she called upon her usage of Shien and Djem So to get closer, and closer, and closer, to the 5 men who had armed themselves with heavy blasters and were trying to turn their boarding hallway into a meat grinder.

She cut down and then quickly switched her footing up, moving to stand solidly and tilting the blade of her saber as she brought up and blocked one bolt in particular, sending it back and hitting the guard square between the eyes. He had just finished reloading, and she didn't want to deal with another wave. "One down...Four More to Go." She said as she prepared herself for the long haul, the death causing a brief break from the constant volley before two of the guards fired at her, Calpernia angling her blade as one of the bolts went wide and hit the wall, and the other struck the guards friend in the face as he went on his back, "Make that three..."

@Vinn Esper

 

[Vinn Esper]

When the door finally blew, a few of the less experienced storm troopers had been caught paying attention to the conversation between the two sith. These troopers paid for this with their lives. Most of them immediately returned fire. Since Nameless was behind them all, this had the effect of clearing the way for him to enter the ship safely. He ignited his lightsaber only once he entered the ship and watched as the other sith and the stormtroopers did most of the initial work.

The Nameless One's most significant contribution in the beginning of the conflict was to redirect three blaster bolts that had come near him, and to step over dead bodies, mostly belonging to pirates. As the elder and more accomplished Sith the Nameless One had seniority in this mission. With the lack of higher ranking Sith or Legion members present the Nameless One felt that gave him the right to issue commands to the stormtroopers.

In his bid to become the Dark Lords apprentice, he was eager to demonstrate that he could be a confident and successful commander as well as a vital part of achieving Sith goals. So as the other Sith pushed the pirates deeper into the ship he began to issue orders via telepathy. His first order was to everyone and he said, "hold this position."

Partially to his surprise, the stormtroopers obeyed. He immediately issued additional orders to the stormtroopers, "clear the ship room by room as you advance from this point. Take no prisoners. Now the Nameless One was ahead of the group. He then pointed to four of the stormtroopers

"you four come with me. Your main duty is to watch our backs and to ensure we are not surrounded," Nameless told them. To the other Sith he now spoke telepathically, "unless you object I propose you join me in advancing past the main group. I intend to go directly to the leaders of this outfit and kill them."

The Nameless One then advanced down the hallway without waiting for the other Sith to give an audible response. He had made his request of her and it was no in her hands whether she chose to grant it or not. Either way, Nameless had a job to get done. As he rounded the corner he drew his Sunspear and began to fire on the pirates who were still falling back. He used his wrist saber to deflect shots from harming him while he did this. His first shot hit a pirate in the knee and he fell.

The Nameless One fired a second shot as he tried to crawl away. The full furry of the Nameless had been invoked and these pirates were only beginning to feel to pain of his wrath. He intended to mercilessly slaughter every last one of them. The leaders, however, would receive the worst of it. For the leaders, would be his next meal.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The ship was large, larger then a simple freighter would have been, and the path to the bridge involved having to climb 3 levels of the ships long corridors, and passing through various storage centers which seemed to have a lot of pirates within them. For Calpernia, dispatching the initial volley was all she needed in order to really stretch out and use what she wanted in this fight. A lightsaber was a good weapon, it's cutting power was superb, and its ability to deflect blaster bolts made it an invaluable shield.

Calpernia preferred a less advanced weapon, for a more savage time. After all, when ones weapon cauterized what it cut, it didn't leave a lot of room to really take in her favorite sight on the battlefield, spilled blood. When the Nameless One took point, she took the opportunity to put away her lightsaber, withdrawing her two tomahawk like axes instead. A flick of her wrist activated the triggers for the vibro-weapons to turn on, their hum letting her know they hadn't been damaged by the bolts they caught.

She joined nameless in the front as he began to dispatch his targets, moving to his right and passing him as she leaped up with her two axes raised high, and brought them swinging down into one of the pirates, the blades cutting into either of their shoulder blades easily thanks to the vibrations, and the man screaming as the red began to spread beneath his dampening clothes.

"That's right, there's no plasma with this one..." She said to the man, who at this point wasn't listening and was too busy screaming to care. "Just a good old fashion wound, to get all that pretty blood out..." Calpernia yanked out one of the axe heads from the shoulder, hearing the wet slopping noise as her weapon left a bit of an airpocket behind in his body, and brought it across the mans throat. His body twitched, but the life was gone, and she charged forward with his body held in front of her, the other axe-head still burried past his shoulder blade and acting as a guiding rod as she rammed into two more pirates.

She made quick work of these ones, aiming for heads and necks as she stepped over the bodies and enjoyed the soft dripping sound of the red fluid off her weapons as she rolled her neck. This was the kind of fighting she enjoyed, dirty and full of the nasty stains and messes that made her mind race a million miles a minute.

As the two came to their first wide open storage area, rows of shelving on either side diving up the room into sections, Calpernia immediately took off towards one of the shelves and leaped upwards, her axe head catching like a hook on one of the shelves as she quickly scaled the structure. There was a bit of room, a few feet between the top shelf and the ceiling, and Calpernia shoved off one of the crates from the top shelf to make room for herself, hearing it crash and some screams below as it seemed she crushed someone with her clearing of space.

It didn't matter though, Calpernia was in her own world at this point. She kicked off the shelf as soon as she got footing, soaring downwards towards another group as she landed with a heavy thud, the two axe heads cleaving through their target and hitting the floor below, which began to quickly get a coating of wet red all over. The others scrambled to get away from what was left of their friend, and Calpernia reached with her weapons to slam them into both targets, aiming for their heads but missing and hitting their shoulders.

She ripped them out, and hammed away at them more, more interested in cleaving away at the screaming people then keeping her surrounding area free of collateral damage. Her world was turning red in color, and the sounds were slowly beginning to drown out compared to the single, rhythmic beat of her own hear in her ears, a tune she could lose herself in as she worked on attacking in a trance like state.

@Vinn Esper