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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.

Von Ricmore Clan Vizsla Kalevan Star Yacht, Batuu Space

Von Ricmore was a man of patience. While his comrades had spent the previous month hunting down the target of the fifth Great Hunt, Captain Mar’Vel, he had been content to wait. His visions had instructed him that Mar’Vel would not yet be found but the time to hunt was rapidly approaching.

The Sith knew he had to be the first to reach the target. It wasn’t a matter of glory or honor; it was simply efficient. Tensions had been running high after Mar’Vel’s ability to elude the Clan for so long. Von had no doubt that most of his compatriots would not hesitate to bring Mar’Vel in cold after all the trouble she caused. Such a death would be a waste in the eyes of the Anzat. Mar’Vel could serve as an excellent scout and source of information; her ability to elude capture would aid her greatly in that role. Clan Vizsla would have to dissuade the Epicanthix of her hatred, but such a thing was not impossible if enough time, resources and effort were applied.

Mar’Vel could furthermore aid in the Clan’s securing of Daemun. The ex special forces soldier could convince the Daemun Wayists to stand down, ending a potentially costly guerilla war before it even began.

But first Von had to capture the target alive, a difficult feat made easier by the power of the Force; for the Force was his ally, and a powerful ally it is.

The Sith had prepared a ritual to narrow the focus of his Farsight. The room selected for the ritual was deep inside the ship, devoid of any distractions. A circle had been drawn in the room using the blood of several Convor’s. The creatures were known to have a connection to the Force and would serve as a way to amplify and direct his vision. 2 different brands of incense filled the room. One was taken from Iktochi culture, a species known for seeing the future through dreams. The other was taken from Skakoan culture. The religious Skakoans worshiped a prophet said to be able to see the future. The incense would help Von activate his Farsight on command.

The Sith kneeled in the center of the circle and breathed deeply. The incense filled his nose and mouth as his eyes began to blur. Closing his eyes in a blink, he opened them to find himself on Batuu. He recognized the trading post of the Black Spire Outpost as his ship was currently moored there. His surroundings weren’t entirely solid; they wavered as if in a dream.

“It worked.” Von mumbled to himself pleased with the endeavor. “What do you have to show me?” He asked the Force.

His surroundings shifted as the Force whispered to him. No words were used by the mysterious energy source but a sharp feeling to head North filled the Anzat. The buildings of the Black Spire Outpost were replaced with small wood and mud houses of a similar style. The settlement was filled with a variety of vehicles, cobbled together from whatever scrap the settlers could find. One house in particular stood out to him, the Force showed him a building with a concealed symbol of the late Empire. He watched a small group of Storm Commando’s led by Mar’Vel in her modified Storm Commando armor enter the building.

Von woke with a gasp as his eyes opened wide. He knew what he had to do.

Renting transport to the northern town, Galma, was of no difficulty. It cost more than the Anzat would prefer to pay but time was of the essence. He arrived in the town an hour later, stepping off the transport and into the shadow of a nearby building. Wrapping himself in the Force, Von disappeared from view.

He made his way to the house and tried to open the front door; locked. The time for subtlety was over. Drawing his Sith Alchemy Sword in his right hand he uncloaked and gestured with his left hand. The shabby door was ripped off its hinges and flew inward, crashing into and crushing an unsuspecting Storm Commando. The inhabitants were all ex Empire special forces and had drawn their weapons as the Sith entered. E-22 blaster rifles fired a deluge of fire at the Sith, forcing him to backpedal as his sword intercepted bolts. Mar’Vel brandished a TL-50, letting loose a charge shot. Von intercepted the shot with his sword. The concussive force of the shot made him stumble backwards as the sword was torn from his grip.

Pooling the Force in his lungs Von let loose a primal scream. Mar’vel and those next to her stopped firing, several clutched their heads in pain. Von breathed ragged breaths as his lungs burned from the Amplified scream.

He reached out his left hand and pulled one of the Storm Commando’s towards him. He activated the Knuckle Plate Vibroblade on his right arm and impaled the throat of the soldier flying towards him. The soldier gurgled, choking on blood as Von held him in front of him, telekinetically using him as a body shield. The sith drew four of his throwing knives before sending the body flying into the group of Storm Commando’s. He let the knives fly in a fan, the blades finding purchase in areas not covered by armor.

Stars filled Von’s eyes as a fist slammed into his face. A fist that belonged to Mar’Vel who jetpacked forward and slugged him. Electricity ran along Mar’Vel’s gauntlets as the Epicanthix sent the voltage into Von. The sith spazemed before grasping the Force and cutting off his sense of pain.

“Did you think I’d give you the opportunity to scream again?” Mar’Vel asked, as she wrapped her hands around Von’s throat and began to choke the life from him. “Did you think you could attack me, kill my men and get away with it? I’m Captain Mar’Vel Wonder; you’re nothing but another number to be.”

Fortunately for Von the Sith had no intention of attempting another Force Scream. He couldn’t feel the electricity or lack of oxygen, but he had seconds before his body would shut down. Shifting his foot, he ejected the blade kept in his boot. He grabbed Mar’Vel’s head before pulling her in for a headbut. Disoriented, the Epicanthix was pushed off the Anzat.

Von swung his leg around, kicking the blade into Mar’Vel’s throat. The Epicanthix grabbed at her throat as blood pooled in her hands.

“No no no Shit.” Von rasped as he grabbed the dying Mar’Vel. He had to act now, before Mar’Vel died. Once she passed he would have no power over her fate. His neck and lungs throbbed but his own pain would have to wait, he would need all his focus and ability to channel the Force for what came next.

Von drew the remaining life force from the dying Storm Commando’s, using it alongside his own energy to rapidly heal the cut on Mar’Vel. The wound would scar and still looked raw, but Mar’Vel was no longer in danger from bleeding to death.

Von collapsed into a sitting position against the wall of the house. He activated his communicator, using the frequency reserved for the Clan Vizsla Summit. “It’s Von.” he rasped “I could use some assistance, Galma town on Batuu.” His hand slipped off the commlink as his vision swam. He could hear the muted sounds of the Summit but could not make out any sound. The Anzat passed out from exhaustion, trusting the Summit would find him soon.

"What is this?" Bentre marveled out the viewport.

"It looks like a rainbow." Darkhawk marveled from his seat aboard the bridge of the Perdition. "Or the surface of a lake."

"That is no lake," the Consul breathed. "That is like an ocean."

The clacking of boots on the floor plates caused the Corellian Sith to look sideways. His fleet commander, Araic Simonetti was standing at attention, carefully watching the Sadowan Overlord. "Science teams are reporting an electrical disturbance within proximity of the anomaly, sir."

The Adept sighed, looking at the rippling surface. For the first time in years, he felt small. The galaxy was already a big place, but he had managed to eek out a position and authority over the Orian system. He had access to untold records as the Master of Holocrons and had studied a lot both in personal academic pursuits as well as his research for the Aurora Collegium and the Shadow Academy.

"Is there any way that we can send someone out there to get some more accurate measurements?"

"Ships are expensive, Overlord. I don't know how willing that a pilot would be to risk their lives in the face of this." Araic motioned at the large viewport. "Fighting for the system or the Clan is one thing, but this is more of a force of nature than-" He paused, his eyes searching the kaleidoscope of light that stretched before the Imperial-II Star Destroyer. "This is more of a force of nature. There is no fighting this."

"Are you preemptively refusing an order, Simonetti?" There was no mirth or curiosity in the Sith Consul's words. He locked eyes with the Admiral. The Loyalist did not look down, did not look away, nor turn his face in the slightest. The tension between the two was palpable. For a moment, it appeared the understanding between the unstable Sith and the naval officer. The words hung in the air to the point that Bentre Sadow could feel the eyes of the bridge officers on the both of them. He tilted his head, raising his eyebrows to silently request an answer once again. The two had bonded over stories of home long ago, but it appeared that the goodwill of the Orian system's dictator had its limits.

"I am merely making an observation, Overlord."

The tension did not ease. Bentre felt his lip curl in a combination of disgust and frustration. He lifted his hands for a moment, trembling slightly before he found his peace. Instead, he pointed emphatically at the starscape before them.

"There are shapes out there. Strange stars. There are doubtless planets. There could be life out there. The Headmistress will want to know what is out there. The Grand Master will want to know what we have found."

"So we must return to Arx." Simonetti stiffened slightly at this. He clearly anticipated an outburst. Instead, the Sadow crumpled slightly and shook his head.

"I can't just leave this here."

"I can't order my men into such uncertain death. I refuse to take the Perdition into unknown space without having some sort of reconnaissance. There are too many lives, and the ship is too expensive. Even if you had the credits to make up for the potential lost vessel, there is too much at stake."

Bentre Sadow looked out at the viewport, silent. Eventually, Darkhawk Sadow spoke up in a quiet tone. "What are you orders, sir?" This actually made Bentre smile slightly. If nothing else, Takagari had always proven himself to be loyal and dutiful. He considered the words before shrugging. He even dipped his consciousness into the Force.

The space beyond the veil was vacant in the Force. It was not as though there was nothing out there. A nearby star blazed vividly within a quick hyperspace jump. There was no sense in the Force, however. For the first time, he felt nothing there. It was as though the Force did not touch the world beyond the veil, despite binding the galaxy together.That sense was alien to the Adept. Whatever was beyond this barrier was the ultimate unknown. The Elder was shaken to his core.

"There is nothing for it, Takagari." He nodded at the Proconsul. "Have the crew prepare my shuttle. There is a lot of space out there. Someone has to explore it. There is a solar system nearby. Have the Perdition hold position here, and if I do not return within 48 hours, then I want you to return to the Orian System. The Clan will need a new Consul, and you have access to my archives and the museum." Bentre nodded at the viewport. "I am going to go out there. Someone has to bring word back, and if our men are unwilling to risk the unknown, then it is up to me. I will go along, into the breach."

There once was a grand master that grew a beard Which lords and ladies feared So two Prophets and a Equite, Four GMs and a Knight, Also grew themselves a beard!

Manually added by Adept Atyiru Caesura Entar Arconae

Manually added by Adept Atyiru Caesura Entar Arconae

One day, a General Jar Jar became, Heroic acts bring him fortune and fame, Many children delighted, While others derided, and poor George took all of the blame.

Manually added by Ranger Creon

There was a old man on a throne Who looked just as old as stone. He had a granddaughter Who committed manslaughter
Then he was turned to unknown.