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[INQ] A New Order's Rending
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The yellow light of the sun glinted intensely around his swirling cloak, silhouetting his figure against the vast, desolated plains so that only the sharp edges of his red blade could be seen amidst the thick, clouds of sand. He stood at the edge of a dune surveying the desolate land below, holocron in hand. A few strange birds circled above, a peculiarity for the past two days now just a familiar sight. With a nonchalant wave of his hand, he force-pushed one flying near him; a seemingly larger one with a bright orange crest, as he still hadn't gotten use to the taunting stare they tortured him with nor could he stand the heavily breathing thing hunched behind him.
He turned his gaze back to the blockade runner, or what remained. Parts of varying size lay scattered everywhere and he could make out distinct heat waves, emitting not only from the metal but from awkwardly positioned bodies, half dead and moaning or otherwise uncannily still. Just a moment ago, a whirling tornado of sand created by the minds of his comrades had forced the stolen ship apart, which resulted in an uncontrollable mass of hurtling objects, falling fast in random directions.
Taking a gulp from a salvaged waterskin, Jada lithely descended the incline and approached the wreckage to seek out his saboteur. He found him underneath twin rocket engines detached from a pod.
'Taking out the main reactor was easier than you anticipated.' D-5 arched his back as he stood, undergoing a series of maneuvers to make sure his parts were in proper, compatible condition.
Jada nodded, taking in a deep breath and faced what was left of the disheveled crowd; a wry sneer stretching taut skin. 'Jedi! You are defeated, the force has abandoned you and your plan is flawed. Hear now the last words you will ever know....Your own screams!'
A raspy whistle and a moment later, his terentatek appeared from behind a dune, creating a landslide as it weighed upon the sand. Expanding its chest, the creature raised hard-plated, muscular arms and roared, ferociously baring its tusks. Blood could be seen dribbling down its neck, spilling into a clump of messed-up, orange hued feathers. Nothing stirred in the sky. Minds quickened and filled with fear.
Raising the hilt high above his head in preparation, Jada slowly circled the three nearest Jedi. Hoods covered their heads, though he could tell he was fighting what he termed as youngsters. He didn't care. Each moment he moved in closer; until he could see into the depths of their terrified, dilated eyes, giving evidence of their inexperience and boosting confidence in his ability to defeat his opponents. As he crossed the gap that separated them, they ignited blades in unison and met with powerful standing strikes in a cascade of colors. He could feel the pulsating heat as the taller one took a step forward and aimed at his neck. Jada double-backed into a reversed aerial kick and lunged into a knee after being caught off balance, forcing an unintentional off-handed blade thrust. Using all his strength he purposefully fell into the body on his left and knocked the lad onto a jagged, sun-dried crack in the ground. They both landed with a dull thud, and seeing the look on his uncovered, tattooed face, Jada guessed had broken part of the youth's vertebrae structure. Next thing he knew, his vision starting blurring and the tip of a blue saberstaff protruded from his chest.
Strained, tired eyes remained open long enough to see his pet tremble in outrage through their mid-link and swipe poisonous gashes upon its victims, to what would otherwise be Jada's vengeance, for after all those years of arduous training he had to finally succumb to ultimate defeat.

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The tall, shadowy, hooded figure of Abadeer Taasii strolled quickly through the streets of Coronet. This city was huge, bustling and took Taasii right out of his element. He was on a secret mission, straight from the Grand Master himself. Abadeer had recently been inducted to the secret society of the Inquisitorius, the secret sect of the Brotherhood tasked with eliminating threats to the Grand Master and the Brotherhood itself. Taasii had been given this assignment three days ago, on a secure hololink channel.

———— Taasii sat quietly in his quarters on the massive space station, The Anchorage. He’d been reading through a holocron, gleaning information and power. A slow beeping came from across the room, there was a small desk in his room with a hololink projector. Taasii set down his holocron and walked over to the desk and activated the call. Instead of the normal blue toned figure that would appear, only a symbol, one the Hunter recognized as Inquisitorius appeared from the holo projector.

The voice that came out was distorted, and robotic. It could have been male, female or who knows what else, Abadeer couldn’t tell. “The Grand Master has need of the Inquisitorius, to perform for him a mission on the core world of Corellia. There are a number of Jedi there attempting to acquire a ship from the Engineering Clans.”

“Of course, my lord,” Abadeer replied back, “What would you have me do?”

“Go to the capital city of Coronet, gather what information you need, and hunt them down. Whatever means necessary for stopping the Jedi from gaining that ship.” the disguised voice said. “Do not disappoint us, we are easily displeased and you can insure that our wrath would be unlike anything you’ve ever faced.”

Taasii felt a chill down his spine, indeed the Inquisitorius were powerful. The hololink cut out and left the room silent. The Togruta could not do much more than just stand there for a moment. He was a Hunter now, training to hunt down and kill Jedi. He looked up. He would not fail. He could not, or he had no doubt it would cost him his life. ————

Abadeer shook his head, he’d arrived on the planet quickly in his Sith Interceptor following the interaction with the mysterious call. He was not skilled at all in gaining information through the Force, pulling it directly from other’s mind, but he had other means. More crude and basic. He’d learned from a now dead Rodian thug that there were Jedi in hiding in Coronet. This particular night was the time that was rumored the Engineering clan was supposed to be sending off a new ship. A CR90 Corvette class runner. If the Jedi had this ship, it would allow them a mobile base of operations that would afford them means to avoid capture and punishment from the Grand Master.

The Plaguein made his way through the streets trying to stay inconspicuous, but still move quickly. After several more minutes Taasii made his way into the shipping yards. Miles and miles of construction areas where ships launched on a daily basis. The Inquisitor’s eyes narrowed searching for the Corvette. After searching for a few moments he spotted the massive ship some ways in to the shipping yard. It was hard to make out but it looked like there were people getting ready to load supplies onto the ship for take off. Abadeer needed to hurry. He started off at a run, even tapping into the Force to help get to the ship as quickly as possible. There was a decent sized wall surrounding the yard preventing average citizens unauthorized entry. Taasii was no average citizen, and with Force fueled muscles he vaulted himself over wall from his running start.

Making his way through the various ships and construction projects Abadeer eventually made his way to the Corvette. It did indeed look just about prepared for take off. Unfortunately for the young Sith, there were several Jedi all standing watch, making sure the preparations went well. Abadeer was not sure how we would be able defeat one Jedi, let alone all of them. They could all be Masters for all he knew. Continuing to stay low, attempting to suppress his emotions as best as he could to remain undetected, the Plaguein made his way around the perimeter of the ship. There was no way he’d make it two steps up the main hatch without being cut down by the Jedi. He’d have to figure something else out.

Taasii made his way deeper into the shipping yard to try to find some smaller more militarized ships. The Corvette once in orbit would be difficult to take down with its shields, but down on the ground during preparations stages would much easier to seriously damage or destroy. There a few larger ships with weapon systems, but Abadeer would have difficulty flying and gunning in one of these. He continued his search for a smaller ship. Eventually the perfect ship presented itself. An old Imperial TIE/sa Bomber, probably claimed right after the fall of the Emperor.

Abadeer ran up to the ship, reaching out with the Force to descend the entrance hatch. The Togruta wasn’t highly familiar with ships, but he did know how to fly. He sat down at the controls hoping that TIE bombers weapons would still be active. He quickly went through the launch procedure and brought the ship up into the air. He maneuvered it quickly with a heading straight for the Corvette. Once Abadeer got close enough he pulled on the trigger to activate his targeting system and begin his bombing run. A loud wurring noise came from down below the Plaguein. What happened next was not what he’d hoped. A bomb descended as planned, but instead of being directed for the Corvette it dropped straight down on to a small freighter ship. It exploded grandly, but not what Abadeer had wanted. Everyone was alerted to him now, and glancing down he saw that there was only the one bomb in the ship. He’d lost his chance.

The onboard computer system started blaring, warning him that he was now locked onto by the Corvette’s weapon systems. He did his best to perform evasive maneuvers to stay out of the way, not confident in the shielding on the ship. A desperate idea came to him, but it would be risky. Turning the ship back straight for the Corvette, Abadeer set it to full throttle and grabbed onto the ejector seat lever like his life depended on it. Moments before impact he pulled the switch and deployed straight into the air while watching his TIE fighter crash stupendously with another colossal explosion into the Corvette’s bridge.

After landing his ejector seat, Abadeer ran for his life. He couldn’t be sure any Jedi were even injured in the attack, and they would be pursuing him now. He just wanted to get off the planet now with his life.