Soulfire RO - There and Back Again - A Tale of Destruction
Nadrin sat in his office, glaring at the stack of datapads that had invaded his desk, filling his afternoon with the drudgery that was paperwork. His squad had recently had several new recruits and he desperately wanted to find something to do that didn't involve either writing or reading.
That's it, I'm going up the food chain.
Nadrin stood up and left his rather unkempt office, stalking down the corridors that would lead him to the communications suite and, hopefully, something more interesting for him to do. His journey was quick, and he entered the room as though he owned it. Walking up to the control board, Nadrin punched in a series of numbers and waited for several seconds before his call was answered, and a Zabrak face burst into blue-tinged being before him.
“What is it Nadrin, I'm kind of busy here.”
“I'll be brief then; I want a mission for Soulfire. I want to kill something, extract something, hell I don't really care...I just want anything to do that will get us some more experience of working as a team.”
Cethgus seemed to consider his words for a moment before nodding.
“Ok, get your team aboard the Fall and I'll have the details forwarded there for you.”
Nadrin inclined his head slightly before closing the channel, reaching for his own personal commlink and keying it to the squad's frequency.
“We have a mission, meet on the Valour's Fall within the next 3 hours and you will be briefed when we are assembled. Nadrin out.”
With that done, the Warlord headed back to his office to collect his things and make his way to Soulfire's transport ship, his mood raised significantly by the fact that, for the time being at least, he had a legitimate excuse to ignore any and all paperwork.
[OOC – So, that's a very brief intro for this RO that'll be lasting for a while. I intend to run it in the background so that if other things come up, you can shift focus for a while and we won't worry too much about time limits. Post yourselves heading up to the Valour's Fall and I'll probably stick the briefing post up as and when the majority of you make it to the ship.
This should be fun guys, relax and enjoy yourselves and let's see if we can't write something awesome together]
Kooki yawned and awoke from her disrupted and fragmented slumber knowing that today she had an important mission to embark upon. She took some solace in that her fiancé would be by her side and she quite enjoyed being around her fellow Battleteam members. The Krath was new on the Soulfire scene, yet she felt like she had found her calling. Dressing into her usual black and purple attire, she nudged Andrelious to start preparing himself for their latest expedition. The Sith began to rouse, and as he began regaining awareness of his surroundings, he noticed Kooki looking rather pale.
“Are you sure you are capable at this moment in time, darling? You really don’t look well.” queried the concerned Dark Jedi.
“Course!” snapped the Alderaanian sharply, “Now hop to it. We have somewhere to be AND Nadrin and the rest of Soulfire are waiting for us.”
Andrelious daren’t retaliate towards his future spouse. She could be pretty fiery at times and like she had correctly pointed out, they did have a prior engagement with a lot of teammates waiting for each other.
A speeder arrived to collect the two of them and unusually Kooki sat there in silence. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. The Warlord sat adjacent to her, thinking it best not to question her, as she already looked preoccupied. Lately the Krath had been her usual bubbly self and then the next minute she would be the exact opposite.
The speeder ground to a halt. The shuttle waiting to take the couple from Selen was waiting for them. It was at the entrance it happened.
"Dawg, for the millionth time...I DON'T KNOW!" the young Bothan wailed, for what had to indeed be the millionth time since the interrogation session began just 30 minutes ago.
"And for the millionth time, I don't believe you...dawg" the lead interrogator said, smiling kindly at the wide-eyed alien...right before slapping him across the face with an open palm.
The young Bothan was Murs Rawk, a 17 standard years old career criminal from the 3rd Ring of the Selenian Citadel.
The lead interrogator was Talos Erinos, Obelisk Prelate, Oblivion Agent, Soulfire Commando and recent returnee to the Shadow Clan.
"Stang, bro! What was that for!?" Rawk cried as tried to lunge at Talos, only to be held down by the strong hands of the other interrogator in the room.
The venerable Marick, di Tenebrous Arconae, former Oblivion Captain and current Consul of the Clan Arcona (one who had wasted no time in putting Talos to work upon his return) looked up and smiled at the man.
"We've got a feisty one here, Tal" he said, applying just enough pressure to Rawk's shoulders to cause discomfort but no outright pain...no, that was Talos' job for today.
Talos returned the smile and took a moment to stare at Marick, the man who had once been his best friend; their relationship needed mending, that much was clear, as Talos had up and vanished one night from the halls of this very Citadel for over two and a half years, without so much as a word to Marick (or a few other important people). It was true that the Prelate and then-Proconsul hadn't been on the best terms at the time, but their old relationship was one that Talos yearned for, now that he was back and active within the Clan Arcona.
"That much is clear," Talos replied, "Maybe we need to amp up the heat a bit?"
Marick merely shrugged in reply, lifting his hands in a mock-surrender gesture. That was enough for Talos...he and the Consul may not be as close as they once were, but some things never changed. He knew when the Arconae was consenting to a plan.
As for Murs Rawk, he knew he was screwed the minute the restraint was lifted.
He was right. It came in the form of the older man lifting two fingers of his right hand, pointing them straight at Rawk, and swiping them downwards.
Rawk's face also joined Talos' fingers on their descent, the Bothan's substantial forehead colliding hard with the stainsteel table. "HOLY FRACK...GOOD GOD!" Murs screamed as the blood from the gash in his forehead ran into his big eye orbits.
The two Oblivion Agents smirked at each other, both remembering the old days of Oblivion Brigade's prime, when stuff like this was commonplace. "I think we'll find him much more malleable now, T" Marick said, offering the Bothan a rag to wipe up the blood.
"No doubt, my lord," Talos replied. The Prelate was just about to continue his line of questioning for the young alien when the pager at his belt, secured next to the badge that "identified" him as a "Detective with the Criminal Investigations Department" of Dajorra's federal law enforcement, went off. The distinctive tone marked it for the channel reserved for Talos' Battleteam, the venerable Soulfire Strike Team.
Talos couldn't help but smile, as it had been three years since he had heard that tone. Marick, however, wasn't as pleased.
"Nadrin need you?" the Hapan asked, although he already knew the answer.
Talos only nodded as he read the message from his Mandalorian cousin, the current commander of the SOF team.
"Go," the Shadow Lord ordered, "I can finish up here. Get back to proving yourself".
The thirty-one year old Obelisk nodded his thanks to the Consul and skipped over to pat him on the shoulder before sliding out the interrogation room's door.
"Right Murs," Marick said, taking Talos' place in front of the youngster, "Where were we?"
Once again, Murs Rawk knew he was screwed.
Valour's Fall, Bridge
Events of a forceful magnitude can often be described by attaching weather-like descriptors to them. For instance, "the rain outside howled with the force of a hurricane" or "the ground looked like it had been torn asunder by a earthquake" and so on.
The hug that occurred between the two Erinos cousins, Nadrin Erinos Arconae and Talos Erinos, was an event worthy of one of those descriptors. The two commandos collided together like magnets, the slaps they rendered on each other's back as loud as thunder in the austere bridge of the Valour's Fall. In their excitement, neither of the Erinos seemed to notice that their embrace would have probably hospitalized normal people...but that was alright, as for many reasons, Talos and Nadrin were anything but normal.
"Ner'vod! Talos and Nadrin cried in unison, the two men finally extricating themselves from the embrace.
Nadrin, sort of Talos' nephew, more like a cousin, and technically a brother (Mandalorian families were weird like that) and the new arrival chatted amiably for a few minutes, earning irate stares from the bridge crew of the Arconan ship, before Talos finally cut to the chase.
"So what's up, coz? I hadn't heard Soulfire's chime in over three years. I missed it."
Nadrin snorted through a chuckle before handing his cousin a datapad and motioning that they should both get off the bridge before the non-foxtrot crew staged a revolt against their Dark Jedi superiors.
"Read the datapad and you'll get a quick intro...it's interesting to say the least and I'll fill in the blanks when the rest of these di'kuts get here" Zandro's cloned son said, to which Talos only nodded.
He may have been physically looking at the datapad, but his mind was far from it...centered on only one thought. It was good...real good...to be back
Sorry that I got a bit long-winded guys. I'm excited to be back and wanted to cover some bases. Looking forward to this! //T\\
Andrelious was full of concern for his fiancée. He immediately removed his cloak and folded it up, turning it into a makeshift pillow for the female to lay upon. As he did so, a member of Arcona’s medical corps noticed the fallen Kooki.
“Can I help, sir?” the medic questioned.
“No. I’ll deal with it. She’s just feeling a little under the weather.” Inahj replied, dismissing the medic.
The Warlord began to fan the air above his lover, attempting to cool her down. He was no expert on medical matters, usually relying on Kyo or another medicine specialist if he or one under his care were injured beyond his ability to heal with the Force. Kooki, though, was another matter. In the weeks that had passed since the mission to the Hapes Cluster, Andrelious had become increasingly protective of the Alderaan-born woman.
Kooki began to rouse. As she saw Andrelious staring down at her, his face full of concern, she managed a faint smile.
“I’m sorry. It’s so hot in this frakking spaceport,” she began.
“Let’s get onto the ship. I’ll get you a drink. Nothing too strong, I don’t think Nadrin would appreciate it if he loses both his lightsaber AND vehicle specialists.” Andrelious responded, helping his fiancée up.
Once inside the shuttle, Kooki took a nearby seat, with Andrelious using a nearby drink dispenser to provide his lover with a refreshing drink of water. They both noticed that Grakkar Quicklim, a new addition to the team, was already onboard. Inahj was secretly wary of the Mon Calamari slicer: he had been assigned to the team after Saskia Ortega, the previous slicer, had transferred to Dark Forge.
Many years of Imperial bigotry tried to bubble their way to the surface. Aliens had been treated as second-class citizens at best. Mon Calamari were considered among the foremost enemies of the Empire, having built a sizable portion of the Rebel and New Republic fleets that had been the key to so many victories against the Imperials.
“Hunter Quicklim. You’re new to this team. I want you to take care of Koo- Knight Mimosa while I fly us to the Valour’s Fall. If anything else happens to her, let me know immediately. Do I make myself clear?” Andrelious hissed.
“Of course.” Quicklim bubbled in his thick Dac accent.
“And if you so much as TOUCH her, you shan’t be needing your Knighthood trials.” Inahj warned as he wandered to the shuttle’s cockpit.
The open air of the city was the refreshing change Riverche needed. She had been on Selen for over a year, and she still had not seen much of the planet. There was always something going on at the Citadel, or some event taking her off planet. This was the day she had decided to go sightseeing, by herself. The day before, she finished all her tasks and cleared her calendar for the day. She woke before the sun even rose above the horizon and left quietly.
The smells of fresh baked bread and cooked meat floated in the air surrounding the commence district. Intrigued by smells she had not smelt since before leaving Coruscant, the Inquisitor decided to enter the establishment. The middle aged woman attending tables ushered her to semi-secluded table near the center of the room. “Is anyone joining you?”
“No.” Riverche replied.
“Do you need time or do you know what you want?”
Riverche quickly placed her order, and the woman left to retrieve the plate of food. The biscuits were still steaming from the oven when her communicator rung. Sighing as she looked over Nadrin’s message. Breakfast was going to have to wait. She walked to the counter to pay the lady for her troubles and started to leave. At the door, the old women slide a package into her hands, “Your breakfast.”
The smell of the bread slowly faded as she made her way back to the Citadel. The walk back took less time then she had expected, but still more time then she would have liked. With most of the three hours wasted, she quickly packed what was needed, and carefully placed her breakfast in her bag.
The quiet speeder ride to the shuttle bay only took a few moments, and the bay was almost empty when she arrived. From the entrance of the bay, she could see Andrelious helping Kooki up the ramp of a shuttle. River crossed the bay floors and up the ramp of the shuttle they had disappeared into moments before. She took a set across from Kooki and a Mon Calamari.
The sparring room was darkened and empty save for the towering dark-green/orange scaled Trandoshan standing over the body of a unconscious, bleeding Duros. He stood there looking down upon the unfortunate creature, blood dripping from his claws. His deep-red eyes seemed to glow bright within the darkness.
Draith tilted his head cockily, and triumphantly, his voice a deep growl, “Too easy. They could at least give me a challenge!”
A holo-panel activated beside the mat, revealing Riverche, a Miraluka in dark robes.
“Master,” Draith greeted with reverence as he kneeled down on one knee.
Riverche’s hologram looked down to the Duros then back to Draith, “If you are done breaking your toys acolyte, I have an assignment for us. You would know this if you kept your communicator with you.”
“Yes, Master” Draith replied.
“Get ready and meet me at the coordinates I’ve sent you. Take a temple speeder. You have one hour.” Riverche ordered.
“It shall be so Master,” Draith answered. “Master one more thing…”
“Yes?” the hologram inquired.
“They just don’t make acolytes like they used to,” Draith responded with a toothy grin.
Riverche smiled. Her hologram ending just as the training room door opened.
Draith rose to his feet as a group of medic droids came rushing in to tend to the Duros. An assisting protocol droid came up to Draith, “You killed him!”
Draith scoffed at the droid, “I merely made him wish he was dead, repairing him is your job. Now move!”
The frightened protocol droid moved quickly from Draith’s path as he exited the training room.
Less than an hour later Draith sat patiently aboard the shuttle across from Kooki and a Mon Calamari, both seemed obviously uneasy around the massive Trandoshan. Riverche soon entered not noticing Draith as she sat beside him, her attention drawn to the two creatures across from them.
“Oh Master,” Draith said, startling Riverche from her revere. She looked at him with surprise.
“You’re late.” Draith said with a toothy grin.
Riverche smiled back.
This kid’s got potential, She thought.