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Capital Ship Concordia Space outside Daemunn, Zsoldos System Von Ricmore 40 ABY, 2 months before Operation Spyfall

The Force was erratic. Not a particularly new phenomena to Von Ricmore, the Force always seemed to pulse with emotion prior to some great conflict. It seemed that another one would be upon them soon. His meditations had been plagued by visions, dreams of a secretive cult of Force users that would face off against the Brotherhood. The future was ever changing and the Kiffar knew that there was no guarantee of conflict. But the Force thrived on conflict. The Force was life; and life interacted in many positive and negative ways when conflict stirred. The Sith scrawled the details of his visions on whatever he could get his hands on, stacks of flimsiplast and various data pads littered his room.

He couldn’t account for everything, no single individual could. But he would do his utmost to ensure Clan Vizsla would not be caught unaware; not like last time with the Seer and her damnable crystal creatures. Von spent many days at the Brotherhood’s collegium, brainstorming countermeasures to the crystal creatures that wreaked havoc.

All forms of blaster and laser weaponry appeared to do nothing to the crystal remains the Brotherhood had. Even lightsabers were resisted by the carapace of some of the creatures. But with the new upgrades to equipment and vehicles from the crystals provided by the Dark Council and proper tactics to use them, Von was certain Clan Vizsla would prosper in the conflict to come.

Pendroh I, Pendroh System The Inner Rim 40 ABY Sith Infiltrator Mairan

The Mairan dropped out of hyperspace outside of Pendroh I. Piloting the ship was the Kiffar Von Ricmore who kept the ship cloaked and maintained his Force Concealment.

The mission was a simple one as long as he did not draw any attention to himself. The Brotherhood had a spy within the ranks of a group of Force users who called themselves the Children of Mortis. To avoid attracting attention to themselves the spy left the information in a scheduled location. Von was to make his way to the dead drop and retrieve the information, a simple enough task with the right preparation.

If he had to actually break into any secure areas the task would have been more difficult. But retrieving information from a dead drop? Even a clumsy gungan could pull that off.

The Sith reminded himself not to be overconfident, triple checking the ship was still cloaked and his concealment was in place.

The Sith took his time landing the Mairan. Landing near enough to reach the mountains by foot without being detected took time and careful maneuvering. But it was achieved with enough patience.

Continuing to maintain his concealment the Sith swiftly retrieved the information from the drop before returning to his ship.

He was confident he was undetected but he would not risk bringing an enemy to his Clan’s doorstep. A series of 5 randomized hyperspace jumps were made to deter pursuers before he returned to the Zsoldos System with the information.

Kashyyk, Kashyyk System, Mid Rim Von Ricmore

This was a good life to live. Von Ricmore enjoyed the natural habitat of Kashyyk away from the hustle and bustle of the corporate cities that seemed to dominate many of the core worlds. His visions still came, many of them nightmarish warnings of coming conflicts and death. But it wasn’t up to Von to stop them, he had long accepted the Will of the Force.

In another time and another place Von would have found himself shackled by his visions. Convinced the Force required conflict, wars he had to prevent from getting too out of hand.

That was not the case for the Von of this reality. He learned to let go.

This Von found himself living as a hermit, offering his services as a sage and a healer to the native Wookie population and any other travelers the Force saw fit to bring to the wild planet.

The Force would whisper to him, tempt him. He could have more if he reached out and used his power to take it. But Von had no need for material things, for wealth, for adoration. He was content with his life. Enough space to be peaceful but communities close enough for him to seek out social interaction and the things needed for survival.

It was on the return of one of these trips that Von’s life changed forever. The kiffar entered his ramshackle hut carrying a mixture of gathered herbs and purchased food. Setting the bags down he felt a cold foreboding presence which sent a shiver down his spine.

“Jedi.” A guttural voice tinged with cybernetic modification called out to him.

“I was once.” Von answered without turning around. “I haven’t wielded a saber in many years. If it is a fight you seek you will need to look elsewhere.”

Turning around, the healer looked over the Sith. Purple blotches covered his unnaturally pale face.

“You will render me aid. Or you will suffer.” The large man snarled.

Von stood completely still and stared at the man.

“Are you deaf old man? Fix me.” He demanded as he grabbed Von by the throat. He began to choke the hermit only to relent as a hard cough wracked his body with spasms.

“If you won’t fix me I’ll hurt the native population until you do. You jedi are all the same, hurt enough innocents and you’ll bend.” The man walked towards the door to make good on his threat only to find his body frozen. “SIT DOWN.” The order reverberated throughout the Sith’s skull, forcing him to his knees as he fought the compulsion.

“I’ll kill you!” The Sith shouted as he ignited his crimson blade and swung it in a killing blow.

Crimson met transluscent as the healer put up a barrier just in time to stop the attack.

Enraged the Sith hammered the shield. Blow after blow until it cracked and shattered.

“You can’t even see it. You’ve already lost.” The hermit claimed as the Sith brought down his blade.

A pile of empty robes fell to the floor.

“You…” The Sith began to choke as the poison overcame his body, falling lifelessly to the ground.

Kandosii Casino Space Around Daemun, Clan Vizsla Territory Von Ricmore

The bald Kiffar known as Von Ricmore let out a pleased sigh. He had been far too busy as of late preparing for the conflict his visions told him was on the horizon. Armor and weapons were crafted, troop drills were conducted; it was a time of seemingly endless preparation. But that was past now. Now he could finally relax.

The Kiffar entered a small portion of the Casino serving as a dedicated bathhouse. Disrobing, he placed his clothing in the designated area before entering the relaxing waters. Pleasant scents designed to put bathers at ease filled the room and Von had no problem breathing deeply as he made himself comfortable in the warm waters.

All was right with the galaxy. If not, he could wait until tomorrow to deal with whatever chaos inevitably cropped up.

Beep Beep Beep.

That noise. No it couldn’t be his commlink. Maybe if he ignored it the sound would go away?

Beep Beep Beep.

No no no. Everything was fine. The caller would go away soon and Von could enjoy his nice soak.

Beep Beep Beep.

“Sithspit!” Von exclaimed as he pushed himself out of the calming waters.

He marched over to the commlink in a rage, picking it up and answering the call.

“What is it?” He snarled

“Have I caught you at a bad time?” Zxyl Taldrya, Regent to the Dark Brotherhood inquired.

Oh no. Von was in for it now.

“I..uh of course not Lord Regent, I mean no disrespect.” The Sith clearly tried to cover for himself.

He heard a chuckle in the background.

“No matter. I require a service from you Von. I need you to hunt my Regent Thran Palpatine.”

Was this a late April fools joke?

“What could Thran have done to acquire your ire sir?”

“He had the audacity to steal my new ship. The tracker is still active.”

Stealing a ship? A fine example of self expression that one can use to lord their wealth and power over others? Unacceptable. This Thran Palpatine was surely heinous.

“My lord, I know that I am part of a Mandalorian clan, but surely you have access to better bounty hunters than I?”

“That is of no consequence. I have decided that you will be the hunter and that is final.”

What.

“May I inquire why I was chosen for such an assignment?” Von asked.

“No.”

Okay then. It appeared that Von had no choice in the matter.

“Very well. I accept my lord. I’ll bring the Concordia and have him captured shortly.”

“An entire capital ship Von? Truly you are compensating for something.”

Von’s eye twitched. Was this really the place for such a comment? The sith let his building annoyance out as a sigh before ending the call.

Concordia Space around Ryloth

Nine jumps. Nine hyperspace jumps. The crew of the Concordia were hard at work tracking Lord Zxyl’s stolen Sith Infiltrator. The series of hyperspace jumps felt like a wild loth cat chase and Von knew he wasn’t the only one getting irritated at the antics.

After days of trying to narrow routes and find the stolen ship it appeared the crew had cornered it outside Planet Ryloth.

Von’s thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of the bridge’s communication system.

“Incoming communication from the Sith Infiltrator.”

“Put it through.” Von instructed.

Thran’s youthful and dastardly handsome face projected from the holoprojector.

“Took you long enough to find me. I swear they put just anyone in Clan Leadership positions these days.” The human snarked

Von growled. “As you can see we have you heavily outgunned. I suggest surrendering immediately before we blow you out of the sky.”

“Sure.”

Von couldn’t believe his ears. “What do you mean sure? No attempts to resist? No bravado?”

“Why bother, as you said you have me outgunned. Got to fly a new ship and waste your time. I’ll come along nicely and pay the bounty off so I can move on with my life.”

Why was this happening? First Zxyl, now the target. Von just wanted to get back to his relaxation and forget this day ever happened.

Von let out a long suffering sigh. “We’ll open a hangar for you.”

And that was how Von’s relaxing day was ruined, chasing after a grown man who went for a joyride like a teenager.

Manually added by Warlord Malisane Sadow

“How many men does it take to kill these furry little buggers?” Ellac muttered under his breath as he stared at the holo-projection in the center of the assembly that had been gathered in the courtyard of a nearby Clan outpost. The conflict with Taldryan and their merry band of Ewoks was getting messy, with both sides losing ground as quickly as they managed to take it. But as the hunt neared its end, Scholae Palatinae knew they’d need a coordinated assault if they wanted to turn the tide.

“The answer, like always, is too many.” A low voice mumbled from beside Ellac.

The Knight turned his head to see the man standing next to him. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.” Ellac said with a smirk.

The man kept his gaze focused forward as he rolled his eyes. “You and I both know I didn’t get a choice.”

Ellac looked back at the projector as the members of the Clan Summit entered, circling around the table at the center of the stage. “Well, don’t cry too hard about it, Sennix. I didn’t get a say either.” He said, nodding towards the Emperor, who had been the last of the Summit to enter the room.

“Emperor Lap’lamiz?” Sennix said, staring at the Empire’s reigning authority.

Ellac grunted, but didn’t elaborate as he watched Kamjin clear his throat, stepping forward to address his army of Sith and Soldier alike.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, protectors of our beloved Empire, today we face a threat of the most curious variety. As you all know, Clan Taldryan launched an attack on one our own, Shadow Nighthunter, seeking to destroy her Ewok farm and free her pets. This transgression has not gone unpunished, as we dispatched several units to capture Lieutenant Colonel Teebu Nyrrire, and while they may not have managed to apprehend the Ewok Clansmen, we have managed to draw the enemy out into open conflict with our forces. Now the time has come for us to finish them once and for all!”

Roars erupted from the Clan at Kamjin’s words. Ever the inspirational speaker, Kam. Ellac chuckled to himself as he watched Nighthunter herself, who had been standing off to the side, drag a skittish-looking Ewok in on a leash, pulling him over to where Kmajin stood.

Kamjin stooped down to greet the creature at his feet with a cruel smile Ellac knew all too well. Grabbing it by the scruff of it’s neck, he hoisted the Ewok into the air as it thrashed about, trying to squirm free. “Adorable, aren’t they?” He said, a small smile spreading on his face. “These are nothing more than simple beasts, and will be dealt with as such.” Another cheer erupted from the Clan. Kamjin let the Ewok drop, and no sooner than he did did the Ewok try to make a mad dash for the door, even before touching back down on the ground.

Shadow raised her hand to the air, the sound of electricity arcing off her fingertips caused the hair on the back of the Ewok to stand straight before it collapsed to the ground in a trembling ball of fur, much to the delight of the audience.

Kamjin lifted his hand to silence the laughter of the Clan members. “Taldryan forces are making their way here as we speak. My orders are simple: All present forces will be divided into strike teams; One large group which will serve as the primary defense of this outpost, and and the rest of you will be tasked with engaging the enemy from their respective flanks. This will effectively divide their focus and allow us to eradicate the opposition. Your detachment leaders will provide you with further details.” He said, detaching one of his lightsabers from his belt, raising it to the air as it sprang to life with a familiar hiss. “For the Empire.” His declaration echoed across the courtyard as the men raised their weapons in salute.

“Ready to burn a few of these fleabags?” Sennix jabbed Ellac in the side with his elbow.

“Ready to burn a few more than you, you mean?” Ellac grinned over at his companion.

“Krast! You’re with me!” Someone shouted out behind the two men.

Looking over towards the voice, Ellac saw an Officer that had been standing near the stage approaching with a few Storm Troopers in tow behind him. “Looks like you’ve been assigned your detachment, Sennix.”

“And it looks like you’re with us.”

Ellac felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see who it was connected to.

A man about Ellac’s height that he didn’t recognize stood behind him, his green eyes locked onto Ellac as he offered an unsettlingly charming smile to the young Knight. Standing behind the stranger, Ellac recognized Kah’ri and Reiden, but he thought he must be missing something the way both of them looked like they were trying to keep from laughing.

“The name’s Thran.” The stranger said, extending his hand. ”Thran Occasus-Palpatine. We can skip the pleasantries, I’ve heard them all so many times. Besides, I already know who you are.”

“Is that so?” Ellac reached to shake Thran’s hand, but the Elder paused for a moment as he inspected the scars along Ellac’s arm.

“Man, Mav really wasn’t kidding when he said he uses you as a chew toy!” He said with a laugh, glancing back at the other two who looked like they were on the verge of hysteria at this point. Looking back, he grabbed Ellac’s hand with a firm shake.

“Why am I not surprised?” Ellac said, looking over Thran’s shoulder at Kah’ri and Reiden.

“Don’t blame us, you’re the one who thought it’d be a good idea to head into the Jungle with Kam.” Kah’ri said, trying to compose himself.

“Guess some people just have to learn the hard way.” Reiden said with a nudge to Kah’ri.

“We’ll at least I learned, all you did was coddle him, Reiden,” Ellac said, pointing at the Equite’s former Apprentice.