Manually added by Knight Bentre Stahoes

Manually added by Seer Locke Sonjie

Manually added by Seer Locke Sonjie

Dentavii Prime,
Orian System,
39 ABY

Stalking the darkness of the cold space, Lexiconus Aurelius monitored the spinning fragments of rock and ice while on sentry for the Oracle’s Apprentice. His mint eyes fixed on the horizon in dedication, as he knew that the threat of the enemy coming was a reality to face. From the visuals of his binoculars, Lexic noticed a slither of sapphire light which streaked across the nearby sky and dropped down towards the surface of Dentavii prime. The screeching from the object felt chilling down his spine, as it pierced his ears like a sniper shot. Instigated by the orders given to him from the Stone Dragon, Lexiconus was forced to climb down off his boulder perch and investigate the crash site. The Zelosian couldn’t help but wonder what caused the object to fall from the sky, whether by a silent shooting or power faults. He descended from the sandy rock face and landed softly onto the ground, securing the breathing apparatus onto his face and jogged briskly towards the landing site and towards his goal of the crashed object. With his lightsaber in hand, he often didn’t rely on this machination of ancient religions, but it did the job of murder and terror. Lexiconus crossed the barren and silent field of cold stone, sandy dunes and ice, and came across a small and flat landing area.

Once he approached the area, the Zelosian’s visor scanned around and he saw the grey metallic hull of a shuttle cooling, with wisps of steam rolling from the rear end and wings. Lexic descended into the flat landing area and kept his lightsaber tightly in grip, he did not trust the prospect of civilians trapped in this war zone, nor the idea of convicts let loose who might be Force-Sensitive. With careful footsteps, the Sith finally reached the landing platform and peered around at the shuttle front window. There didn’t seem to be much activity coming from the shuttle’s hull apart from the steam and several red lights, but Lexic felt something was amiss from the activity inside. The Zelosian found the ramp to be ajar slightly, with a showering of amber sparks coming from inside out, this didn’t bode well and he ignited his emerald blade quickly. Peeking inside, Lexic saw that the hydraulic arm was broken and didn’t extend as much as it needed, so he carefully reached inside with his lightsaber and sliced the metal clean. The heated fluids of the arm sprayed across his arm and burnt his olive skin harshly, as the Zelosian let out a roar as he dropped his lightsaber and tumbled back before the ramp crushed him. He placed his palm on the first degree burns and tried his best to heal the scarred tissue, but then the occupants of the vessel began to slowly show themselves. Their golden eyes shined from the shadows as they hissed menacingly at Lexiconus, their orange jumpsuits slowly coming into the light as they stepped down.

With no real effort from himself, the Sith’s arm was healed and he stood from the grainy sands of the asteroid, glaring at the group who he now knew were Trandoshans.

“Let us go and we will pay you handsomely once we have found our people.” A quite large Trandoshan hissed from his sewer green lips, his forked green flickering at the end. Lexiconus reached out for his lightsaber from the ramp and quickly snatched it in the air, igniting the emerald blade as quick as he could. This wasn’t the weapon he would rely on, but it’ll do to cut flesh. Almost on instinct, the large reptilian launched himself at the Sith with his claws bared, but underestimated the training of Lexic’s blade as the Zelosian aggressively lopped the Trandoshan’s head clean off. In his fuelled anger, Lexic reached out once more and lifted two of the convicts into the air, restricting their necks with great pressure. Chords began to flick and snap as his grip tightened with the Force aiding his raw emotion.

“You have nothing I want! You will die!” Lexic grinned as he spoke to them, a smaller Trandoshan behind the two flying convicts cowered and began to make a run for an exit. The Zelosian predicted this would occur and he quickly dropped the brown Trandoshan, then twisted his wrist and snapped the neck of the remaining convict in his grip. The Sith carefully retracted his arm back and flung the corpse at the running convict, he was caught by the sheer weight and trapped on the ground, his leg twisted the wrong way underneath his ally’s body. Panting and wheezing for breath, the remaining Trandoshan slowly looked up into the eyes of the Sith and snarled in disgust. All Lexic did was smile and lunged his emerald blade into the cranium of the convict. The Zelosian yanked his lightsaber from the brain matter and marched towards the final prisoner who despite the broken limb, continued to stand and limp his way from the menacing torture of the Sith. Lexiconus pulled his arm back and concentrated on the range of his target, who he calculated to slam a fist into his kidney, then launched his arm. The Force carried out his task and delivered an aggressive cross punch to the side of the convict, who whimpered and collapsed in pain. Lexic quickly caught up to the orange prisoner and chuckled as he deactivated his lightsaber and slid it back into his waistcloth.

“You should be afraid of me, as I represent the power of the Dark Side, and you are only a pawn to play. Now it is time to suffer.” The Sith gave the Trandoshan a cold smirk as he slowly aimed his hands at him and delivered strong pulses of shocking energy directly to his face and chest. Lexiconus blasted out laughter as he angrily snarled and directed the Dark Side energy of cerulean arcs into the cooking skin of the convict. The victim of the lightning torture jolted and screamed out in agony, clawing at the rocks which caused his fingers to bleed. Then the Trandoshan’s back arched up as his facial expressions tensed violently, and he ceased to be under the electric manifestations. The Sith ceased his lightning attack and looked at his charred fingers in disbelief, he didn’t realise the power of the Dark Side can be so direct on others until now.

“I will develop this power for the joy of myself, and then this war will be in the Apprentice’s favour. I swear on this day, the Clan leaders will learn through discipline to fear me!” Lexic chuckled to himself, and returned to the shuttle. He felt this experience brought his closer to the Dark Side, but took a toll on his strength as he felt his body become weak again. Lexic held his hands to his chest as he tried to breath properly and limped to the shuttle. Inside, he took a moment to sit at the rear bench and relax for a second, the shuttle and scenario here can be reported later. He needed to rest, and to revise what had happened here, Lexic slowly closed his eyes and fell into a slumber.

Ruined Temple,
Dentavii Prime,
Orian System,
39 ABY

A soft humming filled the air and gracefully whispered into the ears of Vexatus’ followers while they worked away heavily on the ruins of the ancient temple. The legendary Darth Vexatus who had his slender green hands run over the fine intrications of the walls, while Xia Long the resident Matriarch of the Long Family sat and meditated next to him. She communicated with the dead that once resided here, their memories, their actions and reactions, all recorded within these walls. Jeric Cyrin was nowhere to be seen, but that was the place he truly belonged. Always on the edges of your sight, vastly out of range yet constantly monitoring you like a predatory cat, this was Jeric’s place in the company of Vexatus. Both Maelous and Jen were almost a single entity, analysing and observing various pieces of stone that Vexatus ordered them to process and place appropriately. The two worked seamlessly together, as the Force bonded them in more than just emotions. Then there was Lexiconus who sat at the folded out desk in a tent at the rear, his body always in the light of this desk. He was quite useless without something as simple as a torch, but the Zelosian worked his best on the console in order to analyse the new information. He wasn’t just a medical man, and this wasn’t some ordinary rebellion. His eyes were diverted to a small box that kept flashing before him, as if to warn him it was there to read. Lexiconus expanded the box and found something that destroyed his peace; an escape plan.

Shuttle is ready for take-off. Supplies are packed. Co-ordinates are locked in. Join us at the Turmoil promptly. Bring Jade with you.

It must be Maelous, Lexic couldn’t think of anyone else who would value Jade just as much as the Sith Aedile. He frowned and growled at the terminal in detest, the strength of this team was about to be destroyed by two foolish cowards. His eyes slowly rolled over to view the pair outside of the lit tent, where he glared coldly at their backs. Lexiconus wasn’t going to let the integrity of this team falter, and he certainly wasn’t going to let anyone leave with vital supplies and sensitive information of the team. The Zelosian shot from the chair and slipped his night-vision goggles on, then stormed out of the tent and towards the bonded duo. With a venom on his expression, Lexic shoved against the Aedile which forced him into the table slightly. Maelous quickly turned and growled with fury as he gripped the Zelosian’s weak arm, then took him to one side.

“You’re planning to leave with all of our stuff!? All of the stock we need to keep this place running and you’re serious about this!?” Lexic whispered to the Sith, who instantly knew what this was about and dragged the Zelosian further out of the temple and towards the designated shuttle. From there, he shoved Lexic onto the ramp and he collapsed harshly onto the metal, grunting in pain.

“Yes, we’re leaving because this group are not going to survive the onslaught that is the Clan’s Warhost! It’s completely stupid to stay and fight this out, we’ll surely die by either Cethgus’ hand or Muz’s!” Maelous looked at Jade who knew exactly what was going on and rushed back to the table in order to continue Vexatus’ orders. Like nothing happened.

Maelous slowly turned back to Lexiconus who was trying to heal the bruising on his arm and leg, feeling instantly better as he stood to face Maelous. Lexic shook his head and sighed, he knew the plan was solid but this broke the philosophy that this team stood for. The freedom to study the unknown, the wide and unexplained studies this star of Ombus gave to the Clan. The wealth of knowledge from these abandoned temples were invaluable to the entire Clan and the future generations, which was exactly why Lexiconus needed to get them to Locke. Like a light turned on in Lexic’s mind, he quickly rushed back to the tent. Inside, he grabbed his own personal items, along with the notes from the ritual that Vexatus wrote himself and started sending all the information from the console onto an open datapad. With any luck, Locke would see reason to keep this ritual details and the scholars would study them. Lexiconus slowly turned back to exit the tent and saw something that could only be described as betrayal; the shuttle of Maelous and Jade took off into the skies whilst Shi Long and Vexatus used their abilities to halt the shuttle. The Zelosian thought himself being labelled as the scapegoat, but needed something to back himself up. He placed his stuff back where they belong, with Vexatus’ notes and only took the datapad to his leaders. With any luck they’ll believe him more than Maelous. Lexiconus rushed out and ran at Shi Long, who eagerly awaited his new study with a saddened expression. The Krath Adherent handed the datapad to Shi who studied it over and nodded in disgust.

“They were stealing from our notes I see, they were always traitors to the cause. Something that is unacceptable when our mission is resolved. Good job, Warrior.” The Dragon patted Lexic’s shoulder as he slowly turned back around and walked into the temple.

Disaster slightly averted, Lexic. At least for you.

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Felucia,
Felucia System,
39 ABY.

In the darkness of space, the silence was quickly disrupted above the skies of this jungle planet when a grey shuttle appeared from hyperspace and slowly circled into a standard orbit. Inside this vessel, a pair of Warhost soldiers who were clad in armour and donning the Naga Sadow insignia, activated the holocommunicator. The Consul of Naga Sadow, Locke Sonjie, appeared before them with his eyes scanning the background consistently as he spoke.

“Ah, Private Cordan & Graye. You have arrived at your destination?”

“Aye sir. The passenger will now be dropped onto the surface below and follow the signal we’ve tracked, sir.” Private Graye replied, as he began to descend into the atmosphere.

“Good, where is he? I do not see the Zelosian to greet me.” Locke shouted, as his eyes continued to dart around.

“Meditating sir. He said the travel drains him.” The Private replied hesitantly, he was confused about the behaviour from the Sith passenger.

“Understood, protect him at all costs. Locke out.” The holocommunication was cut from the other side, whilst the pilot hovered and closed in on a clean patch of jungle. Once the shuttle’s legs began to unfold and settle onto the soft soil, Lexiconus the Sith mentioned, opened his eyes and slowly stood. He stretched his body upwards and gave out a relieved sigh, then grabbed his equipment and placed them into his waistcloth. Lexic has never been to Felucia before, the place appeared unusual from the vast fungus plants to the giant bioluminescence in the lakes and trees. But it was a jungle, filled with swamps, and Lexic knew how to traverse them very well. Swimming was his strong suit, climbing became fun, and tracking others was a hobby he enjoyed as a child. This would be no different. The shuttle slowly began to settle its engines and the ramp lowered into a bog of sorts, this pleased the Zelosian. As he walked the ramp and waded down into the murky and warm waters, he turned to the pilots with their guns in hesitation.

“Walking through this will wash the ‘outsider’s scent from us. We need to remain hidden from the natives, in order to track her and eventually surprise her.” The Zelosian lectured them, he turned and continued through the lake and to the other side. Slowly but surely, the pilots followed suit and waded through the mud, giving out groans of displeasure in between steps. Once they finally reached the other side of the bog covered in mud and other earthly concoctions, the trio gathered around Private Cordan’s tracker as he led the way through the thick flora.

“Sir? Why are we tracking this Twi’lek? I’m sure she can handle herself.” Cordan questioned to the Sith, who for once in his lifetime actually enjoying the experience and smiling.

“Because, Private, she has information about Darth Necron we do not. It is imperative we retrieve it and send it back to the Grand Master. Does this quantify this mission for you?” Lexiconus snapped back, to which the Private nodded and continued forward.

The signal was coming close and the tracker at it in the immediate area, but before they reached it there was something else catching their eye. In front of the trio was a shiny metallic object that was unnoticable at first, but the colour of it shined out from the darkness in the ground. Cordan jogged over to the metallic object and dug it from the ground, then stood to reveal it in the light. It was of course the Twi’lek’s lightsaber, slim and light in design with the power cells hidden inside, the crystal was visible when ignited however. The soldier returned to Lexic with a confused look and handed the lightsaber over to the Sith, who sighed in response.

“She had a fight with some other Jedi it appears, or something huge as this lightsaber is broken. The obvious path leads to our tracker, yes?” The Private nodded once checking his device. “Then let us press on with haste, she may not be alive for long.” Lexic jogged onwards in swiftness as the pilots followed suit, eager to complete their mission.

Several meters ahead the tracker bleeped out loudly in order to signal the trio they have met their end, and the pilots began to dig around the tacker in the area. The device appears to fell from the Twi’lek’s body, or that the Jedi herself has been swallowed or buried here. Further digging resulted in Graye to find the tracker and along with the desired datapad with the mission log. He handed it to his Sith superior, who glance over the screen and it’s contents.

“Hmm, it appears she recorded her tactics down to each limb movement. It seems Darth Necren uses a variation of Ataru but more...violent?” Lexic did not like the idea of dealing with this Sith Lord, one as powerful as her, but he needed to find Rhaenn first. Promptly, he continued down the beaten path, since this would be the Twi’lek’s only hope for survival. However, this wasn’t the case when they eventually met the horrors that awaited them. A sheer cliff of flowing water and clay greeted the trio almost by surprise, and below they could see the very Jedi they were tracking, only lost. Using her best K’tara moves, the Jedi fought back the small packs of rodents that nipped and attacked her ravaged body. Cordan instantly dropped the device and raised his rifle to take clear shots, however Lexic gripped the rifle tightly and shoved it back down again.

“No, let’s wait to see who fairs best. Her, or the pack.” Cordan was going to protest but Private Graye pulled him back from this notion and behind the Sith as they watched in disbelief. Each rodent that attacked the woman bit her worse and worse, her strength was failing her, as were her Illusions on the rodents. She would trick them with a dummy of her body and try to escape, however more rodents would appear from the bush and snag at her ankles once more. After some forced perseverance and a hint of the Force rejuvenating her legs, she slammed a heel into a rodent’s skull and cracked the weak cap open. This action instantly halted all the other rodents in their pursuit, as they cried out in agonising pain and then scattered into the bush with fear. With a nod and a short smile, Lexic gave the rifle back to Cordan and walked back down the muddy path.

“Retrieve the woman and bring her to the shuttle, you should be able to handle her now.” Lexic ordered as he waited away from sight, he felt the mission was finally complete and solved.

Maelous pressed a button ending the holo-recording and sending it out to it's recipient. A dark grin crossed lips as he leaned back into the chair, his plans were starting to take shape. It was only a matter of time until he would have the information he needed.

In his own office Wrooshuu terminated the connection and lay back on his chair in a solemn thought, to spy on his own Consul, to collect and journal each and every sensitive move and then to report it all to the Aedile of the other house. To a Sith Aedile, that only wishes to further his own pursuits and retain higher leadership than all others. To turn against a Sith was enough motive the Wookiee needed in order to carry out his dark and grim plans. Wrooshuu closed his eager eyes slowly to slip into his surreal world and revel in his glory.

In his inceptive state, the Quaestor saw himself standing in a dark corridor that was lit with the symbols of Marka Ragnos. The doors here were all individually guarded with their own security guards and a camera pointing towards the entrance. Wrooshuu could smell nor see any piece of flora here, however a tall arched window allowed some sunlight to pour onto a grand double door. He imagined this would be the head office of his acquaintance, Sanguinius. Closer to him sat a gilded door with a glass sign attached to the wall, and a well-decorated soldier standing with a pike. He had his visor staring directly ahead, yet Wrooshuu could never tell if he was staring in that direction or not. The Wookiee approached this man in a calm and authoritative manner, walking with his head held high and his arms folded behind his back. He wore his usual battle-skin and cloak in order for members to recognise him , however he was in a foreign building. The guards and members of Marka Ragnos may not understand who the other Quaestor would be, as it’s not in their best interest. As the Quaestor slowly approached the guard and coughed deliberately, the rather small man in comparison gripped his pike tightly with both hands in a ready stance.

“I demand to know who you are, in the name of Aedile Maelous Ascarend!” The guard growled, feeling very confident of himself.

Wrooshuu giving off a small but confident grin, carefully gripped the soldier’s head and began to crush it between his palms. Cracks began to slither across the helm as the soldier struggled and gasped for air, his whimpers began to echo across the hall. The guard was lifted from his feet and kicked at the strong trunks that were the Wookiee’s legs, who squeezed and crushed more, as streams of red and white trickled down his visor. The whimpers turned into feeble squeak as the guard twitched then fell limp. After the man became a ragdoll to Wrooshuu, his helm caved in and the jelly of his insides slithered from the cracks like puree. The Quaestor dropped the corpse and then entered the office of the Aedile, as he slowly began to awaken from his pleasant dreams.

“Yes, this way sounds like so much fun.” Wrooshuu chuckled as he dressed himself for the occasion, then left his office.

Several hours later after a long and arduous shuttle ride, bearing with the small talk of an eager green soldier and settling himself onto the unknown world of Tarthos. The Wookiee entered the office of the Aedile after carrying out his dreams and slowly gave a bloody smirk towards the staring Aedile. Wrooshuu slowly stepped over the small desk and jabbed his claws into the chest of the Aedile as he channeled the infections of the Force down his arm and into the Human’s bloodstream. Maelous struggled only for a second before he was able to knock the Wookiee’s hand away, coughing up blood and mucus. Wrooshuu stepped back and watched in joy as the traitorous Sith began to choke on his own blood and fall weak.

“There’s no room for the weak who hide in shadows with their cloak and saber, you will perish soon with a fever and then a suitable Krath will replace you.” Wrooshuu said in his native tongue as Maelous began to sweat heavily, struggling to stand.

Satisfied with his work, the Wookiee left the office and headed back to his shuttle. Today felt productive to him.

__In orbit of Red Fury Moon Base,__
__39 ABY__

The slow and low vibrations of the thruster engines kept Galleros calm as he lay on the rear bench of the shuttle with his mind firmly attached to meditation. He found the process of meditating on his hatred, his despair and the fear of his capture to be solace. Especially since the partner he has with him is someone he knows very little and yet so much about. Galleros slowly opened his eyes in order to allow the glow of the light above in, as his ears picked up the high pitched voice of his partner. Opposite him she sat with her pale peach thighs crossed over, while one leather boot slowly made circles. Her crimson tight dress folded into stripes as she slouched on the wall whilst still somehow having the same conversation to him.

“...so basically when the emerald legions decided to expel me from the halls, I found no excitement to stay on Zelos II anymore. So I just kinda boarded the next shuttle out with my credits stolen from my fake brother and off to the Shadow Academy! I so love flying!” Mayda, who fiddled with her thumbs, gave her signature smile to show her pearly whites at Galleros as they both locked eyes.

The Quaestor gave a soft yawn and sat up to assess the situation, his head felt light but he figured it was either from laying down for too long, or listening to his partner speak about her history for the past four hours.

“Looks like we’re ready to settle down. Pilot, take us in.” Galleros gave the order and the pilot nodded in confirmation, slowly descending towards the roof of the base.

“Great! Now we have to get inside, kill and murder a bunch of dudes violently and then snatch our prize and turn tail! No problemo!” Mayda gave another bright smile then picked up her lightsaber hilt and waited patiently.

_Please pirates, just kill me quickly. End this suffering._

__Several hours later,__
__Deep inside the basement of the Moon Base,__
__39 ABY__

The halls and rooms were painted red, guts and bile flooded the corridors and left a trail towards the culprits who were just finishing with a lone security guard. Galleros held the throat of a malnourished pirate who was choking on the tight grip of the Quaestor’s firm hand. The male Zelosian held him up in the air with a loose enough grip to be breathing, as his hands were cuffed together. Next to Galleros, Mayda carefully entered the pirate’s mind, scanning and scouring for the necessary information to open the security door. She glared and tilted her head as her senses forced themselves deeper into the unprodded memory, as the pirate squirmed in agony. Whilst Mayda was analysing the mind of pirate, Galleros had his Lanvarok pumping out single blades to slice through his gut with each resistance from his methods. Bile and blood spilled further from his wounds and mouth, as excretion leaked from his rear in fear.

“Okay, I have the codes. You can put out the trash now.” Mayda smiled and nodded with affirmation, as she approached the panel and inserted the codes.

“I feel like we should leave a message for the others. Yet I don’t want his brothers in arms to come looking for us, and I _personally_ hate loose ends.” The Zelosian squinted his eyes as he smirked in his original cold fashion.

“So cut out his limbs and tongue, problem solved.” The Rollmaster of Scholae shrugged uncaringly as she then entered the treasury and searched for the device.

The panicking pirate tried to wriggle out of the vice grip on his neck but to no success. Galleros ignited his lightsaber with a spare hand and cleanly cut the limbs from his body, which castrated him and cauterised immediately, preventing blood loss. Now the Quaestor was no doctor, and he certainly wasn’t going to put his fingers inside the mouth of a weak pirate. So being as rushed as he was, Galleros carefully aimed at the lower jaw and cut it clean off by cutting the bone and muscles in a right angle fashion. This wound also cauterised quickly from the hot lightsaber.

“Right got it! Let’s dash!” Mayda sprinted out and giggled to herself as she stuffed the device into a bag of daggers she also stolen. Surprised, Galleros sprinted afterwards.

_Gotta love a Zelosian girl, best co-operative murderers._