Taming of The Beasts

[Revan The Great]

A lone battleship exits hyperspace near Dathomir. It accelerates towards the planet and gently makes an atmosphereic landing.

Upon landing, squads of Sith Troopers file out of the ship, behind them come giant cages and assorted vehicles. Many of the troops bore tranquilzer guns. Finally, last of all comes a man clad in only dark leather, his cape being caught in the wind and blowing fully to one side as he walks down the ramp, flanked by several Troopers. An officer, dressed in his battle-armor approaches the man and quickly salutes.

"Lord Raven, we have located the first Rancor."

 

[Revan The Great]

Along the plains, a Rancor runs swiftly, and passes over a large hill. Beside it is a black figure, with a violet light, ocassionally parrying strikes from the Rancor and in turn striking back. To their sides run several airbourne vehicles, barely keeping up with the two combatants. After several hundred more feet, The Rancor misses a strike and lets out a scream as it crumples to the ground, rolling for a hundred more feet, because of its great momentum. The Airbourne Vehicles touch down around the Rancor, who is just getting up. Sith Troopers surrond the beast and tranquilizers fire into it from all sides. After a few moments it finally goes down, sedated.

"Lord Raven, the Beast is tranquilized."

Raven regards the man with a baleful glare.

"I think I can see that, thank you. I want him loaded into the transports, and his leg wound tended too. These beasts are of no use to Lord Mortis if they're dying of blood loss. Once that is taken care of, send scouts to find another one."

Raven's body, and head twist past the officer for a second before finally looking back with disgust.

"A female this time, if possible."

 

[Revan The Great]

A string of Rancors came out of a jungle, a whole family. A Daddy Rancor, Mommy Rancor, and 3 baby Rancors. Perfect for what Mortis had planned.

"That brings the total to 6, Lord Raven."

(A short rolling of the eyes by Raven because of Capt. Obvious.)

"However, there are..difficulties..."

"What difficulties may these be, Commander?"

"Well, Grand Marshall sir, it seems some sort of a darkside cult is operating on this planet. A squad of men was found mutiliated, amongst them was a corpse of a woman. She bore a lightsaber."

Raven exhales a breath, knowing this would complicate things considerably.

"Alright. We shall do our best to ignore their prescence. Give orders for them to be killed if the oppritunity is given. But just remember our orders, Commander."

 

[Revan The Great]

OOC: I have learned that Nightsisters and other force-using groups of Dathomir came into existance about 3,000 years after where our roleplay is set. For roleplay reasons however, I ask the community to please bare with me and pretend the Nightsisters existed at this point in time.

BIC: Raven crept through the forests of Dathomir, several squads of troopers behind him. They were following a rancor's roaring. After about a mile hike the group reached a clearing. In this clearing were two rancors, being used as mounts by 2 witches, or Nightsisters, as The Sith had learned. Raven's fist crept slowly upwards, then he brought it down suddenly. Tranquilzer guns blasted The Rancors from all sides. One Rancor was brought down on the spot, and another tried to rush out of the clearing but was also taken down. Their riders untangled themselves from the "wreckage" and started to shriek, drawing blades. One shriek was silenced as the woman was lifted off her feet, and while clutching at her throat, she was hurled into a tree. The remaining Nightsister looked around oddly.

"A Spell caster!", she exclaimed. Raven stepped out of his cover, and offered a slight bow to the woman. She returned his bow with a amused expression.

"A Man..."

Raven made his fist motion again and several darts flew into her body, instantly knocking her out.

"Load this...thing...into a small cage, bind her and put a heavy force disruption collar on her. Load the Rancors into the transports. We'll find the final one tommorrow."

 

[Revan The Great]

Raven entered his battleship, having saw to the additional Rancors being successfully loaded into containment cells without...incident. Since there was not much more that could be done, as night was drawing close, Raven decided to pay their other captive a visit.

He moved into the "Cargo-hold" as it was called. Raven had to remember to congradulate in underlings in their thouroughness. The Force-witch was bound hand and foot, at several places on her arms, wrists, legs, and ankles. She also had a heavy force-disruption collar, teathered by a chain to a bar on her small cage, a cage only 3 feet tall and 3 feet wide. Her mouth was also stuffed full of cloth, sealed with tape.

"I see the accomadations have been kind to you?"

The Witch tries to speak through her gag.

"Promise not to yell, or scream?"

There is a sound akin to agreement from the woman's mouth. The gag forces itself out of her mouth, onto the floor.

"You are a powerful, powerful force user. Perhaps stronger then any on this planet. Will you be my mate?"

The guards at the door fought very hard to supress chuckles, losing their mettle when Raven himself started laughing.

"I don't "mate" with Nightsisters."

"I am NO Nightsister. I am from the frenzied river clan! We are opposed to the Nightsisters. Even if you do not like me, my tribe is coming to save me. They shall overwhelm your tribe, despite their armor."

Raven cracks a small smile, turning his back to her and walking out of the room.

"We shall see."

 

[Revan The Great]

Indeed the Dathomiri Witch had been right. Her clan had come shortly after Raven's visit their captive sister.

As Raven was leaving the newly-converted "Dungeon" the massive door to the hanger slid open to reveal an army of Witches, their leader on a Rancor.

Hundreds of Sith Troopers filed out, taking the initiative to use blasters and not Tranquilizer Darts.

"Swords, use your swords!", screamed Raven as he ignited his purple lightsaber and charged into the fray. After only a couple of hours The Frenzied River Clan was mostly exterminated. They had free'd Raven's would-be lover, but that was hardly more then a footnote.

Luckily however, The Sith were able to capture their final Rancor and after loading it into their ship, The Sith leave Dathomir and wish to never see it again.

OOC: Been having real-life problems so it was hard to post. Anyway, this thread is now over.