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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Tue Jun 04, 2019 6:55 pm

An unending war against a foe that could not be defeated in this realm. That was the task that Jacobi saw himself upon and try as he may he was not capable of waking from this nightmarish hellscape. Day by day he woke to see fire blasted plains beset with the corpses of the loyal and foe alike where only two men remained standing - Tormentous and Jacobi Wylcott. The war of the mind was a savage thing and no matter how many times Tormentous would slay Jacobi and Jacobi would slay Tormentous they would ever wake again to do it all over once more. Sanity crumbled and Jacobi found himself lost to ruination. A tyrant’s willpower broke and Tormentous found himself no longer at the forefront of history with a legacy shattered to splinters from within. Neither outcome was acceptable - neither outcome was preventable so it seemed.

Where Jacobi was willing to give his life to eternity to prevent Tormentous from waking back up, Tormentous desired survival and selfish ascension though with new found value in those around him. This feud was forever and it was torment for the soul bound within. Physically he was healing well, mentally he was being forced to come to terms with a great many things.

When the Force vacated his mind it blew away the façade of lies the Dark Side had covered his mind with. Jacobi had been a dormant prisoner while Tormentous reigned freely. Now Jacobi was freed and he was vying for control over Tormentous. It was now Jacobi that had to realize that his hands murdered his own vod in Derric Starr, that he decapitated Krynn Karn, that he bore the deaths of millions. Jacobi Wylcott was not an evil man - he was not good by any means but he wasn’t a bad guy. Violent in nature and brutal to the core he was hard - but he was not evil - he was a man of harsh living and virulent honor won through that same hardship. The things Tormentous had done had been evil and had broken every stricture of honor Jacobi had ever stood for. It was grinding on his mind and being an honorable man he would not allow the excuse that Tormentous had been in control - that it wasn’t his fault. No, that was weak and Jacobi wouldn’t allow it.

In this his attempts to own what he’d done, it was threatening to destroy the resolve of a man that knew no lengths to his stubborn fortitude. All the while Tormentous laughed at his own inevitability. For in order to overcome and truly defeat Tormentous it meant Jacobi Wylcott would have to unleash Tormentous and banish him either through ritualistic mumbo jumbo of which he didn’t even believe in! Or unleash Tormentous and overcome him through sheer willpower and strength of mind. Both tasks were daunting and had high chances of failure. But the key to this was that is Jacobi simply laid down on his sword - thanks to the machinations of Silas Karn - Tormentous was now his own entity and if this vessel were to perish then Tormentous would remain.

Therein it would only be a matter of time before Tormentous learned of possession and simply possessed a new host. Indeed - Silas Karn had inadvertently granted Darth Tormentous the capability of immortality. He just didn’t know how to use it yet. So long as Jacobi kept this vessel alive then Tormentous would be forced to cling to it. In essence, continuation meant Jacobi would ensure Tormentous was contained. It was a twisted fate that Jacobi would be forced to endure if he was to eventually destroy Tormentous forever.

It would be a road long in route and not without perils. Tormentous would not be extinguished easily and now more than ever he would be aware of Jacobi’s presence. It would be an internal conflict like none other he’d experienced and on a daily basis. Ever to wear down Tormentous and destroy him. Ever to wear down Jacobi and silence him.

In such - he was justified.

The eye of Tormentous opened for the first time in days. How many it was unknown but as the bacta drained from the tank and the hoses disconnected from the respirator he breathed in for the first time and for the first moment in many days since his betrayal on Moraband he felt no pain - physically. Mentally and within himself he felt the pricks of daggers sneaking back in to sink their blades into his mind but for now they were distant - it was their inevitable arrival that he feared the most. Opening up he exited the tank and after a wash in the refresher to get the slick of bacta off of him he made way to the armory.

Equipping himself well, he bore the familiar weight of eradicator armor and a heavy cloak but aside from that he elected to take up an assortment of ranged weaponry for he did not have Jidai Maras nor a lightsaber - for that matter he didn’t any longer have a hand upon the Force to wield and as such he’d make due with what he was capable. For now.

He arrived in the cockpit as the Star’s Delight sat within view of an asteroid of significant size. It had massive containment shields settled over its respective habs. Kieran looked up and noticed Tormentous’ arrival but paid him little heed as he was quite busy with preparations. For the last few days he’d dispatched Krath spies to infiltrate the prison and gather intelligence. Apparently for the last thirty six hours the entire prison had been in a riot. It seemed they’d arrived at a fortuitous time - however - in recent hours a Mandalorian Warship had entered the area under the colors of Sorell and it was clear they were intent on sending down a peacekeeping force to take control of the situation.

“Welcome to Rock Bottom.” Kieran said as he pointed at the prison. “The Mandalorian Sector’s most notorious holding center of death row inmates as well as permanent isolation holdings of the most psychotic criminals within the fifteen hundred worlds nearby.”

Tormentous cared little for the Krath’s desire to gain a militant arm from the inmates of this prison. But, this was an opportunity to remind him of warfare and combat in its most raw of forms. This would be a test among tests to prove to himself that he was still worthy. “Very well.” He replied, “It looks like we’ve got work to do.”

Kieran took the control just as Warvanus suggested and with an increase in throttle he took the ship in towards the interior of the system. Their approach was easily masked by the surrounding asteroids. “I’ve a roster of handpicked inmates I’d like to have. But seeing as the entire prison is upended, we’ll be taking whoever we can get. Also unfortunately my original plan had been to acquire a lifter at the prison to escape with a large number of prisoners, but with the riot it may complicate that since the riot has brought the attention of Clan Sorell. They’ll shoot down an escaping lifter, we’ll have to deal with that too before this is over.” He turned to Warvanus, “Ideas?”

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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Kell Sangros » Tue Jun 04, 2019 8:13 pm

Warvanus stroked his chin his first reaction would be to board and kill anyone who dared to get in his way, but the hired gun had a list of recruits he wanted. He then turned his attention to the approaching Mandalorian warship, he suspected the markings were Clan Sorrel but he was not entirely sure when it came to ship designs, Luckily they had a Mandalorian expert on board. He turned to his one time Master.

Correct me if I am wrong” he began “But isn’t that the Sorrell Clan markings on that ship?

When it was confirmed, he had wished he had more firepower with him. He did not. Which he expected as originally he was on what he thought was a pilgrimage of war cultures. Had turned into a rescue mission, and now being presented to join a Sith Cult. The Krath in the days of the Sith War were brutal, even Mandalorians had fought under Ulic’s banner.

From the comm chatter coming from that facility sounds like there’s chaos, we will need to take care as who knows who will try to steal the freighter to make an escape” He drew on the Dark Side, peering into the currents of the Force looking for a direction, The Force was silent. Then there was the battleship they could board that. Would draw their attention from re-establishing order in the prison.

Either we board the prison facility or the battleship, both choices are extremely risky so I think which one has the higher level of success would be the prudent way to go” he paused again taking another swig from the bottle which by now was almost empty. “Of course could do both. Board the prison facility while the freighter goes on the offensive to board the battleship, my droid could pilot.” He looked at the group. There were the four of them afterall. Now the question was, who would do what, he had no preference battle was battle and no matter what it would be glorious.

= Inside the Prison =

Time had passed and the prison riot had calmed, as the inmates had taken control and killed the guards or threw them into the same cells that they once inhabited. The ones deemed the most dangerous had been killed outright. There were of course small pockets through the facility that they did not control at least not yet.

In the General Population on the third floor Vyn looked down at his handiwork. His hands on the railing on each side of him, inmates he had grown to rely on during his stay at Rock Bottom. He had during the course of the riot had gotten access to some better weapons. A blade sheathed behind him, Heavy Blaster pistols holstered on each side. It was all he needed for now.

Not looking at anybody he spoke to both his “lieutenants” “Has the Assistant Warden been found?

No” came the reply of one of the Lieutenants “we have people tracking him down he might have made it into one of the sectors that we do not have full control over”

Vyn nodded “Has our resident slicer stripped the Assistant Warden of all access?

Yes” came the reply from the other.

Good” Vyn said with approval “Take a group of our best armed say about half a dozen and track and kill him

Right away” with that one of the Lieutenants left to carry out the order.

Vyn had never taken his eyes off the new Kingdom he had setup for himself. He had been made aware of the approaching Warship, they controlled about half the docking hangers. Securing the rest of the facility would take time. Which for some, Time was running out….
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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Tue Jun 18, 2019 9:29 pm

“I will deal with that cruiser then,” Tormentous challenged. “I’ve got a score to settle with Sorell and I mean to state that claim loud and clear.” He growled in heavy annoyance, “The prison is the more valuable target in this case according to our mission - but it will also have more opponents keeping you from the task. As a Sith Lord I see this situation as prime hunting grounds for you, Lord Warvanus.” His one eyed gaze fell back to the imaging of the Sorell Starship. “That will have less opposition but more specialized. If they get down to the surface they could pacify Rock Bottom and keep us from our goals - possibly even killing those on your list.” he referred of course to Kieran’s list of recruits. “I will get over there and keep them busy but you’ll still need to execute your side of the operation as fast as possible.”
His aura grew dark with malevolent intent - an allure that the Dark Side was still listening to him even if he could not hear it. “When I’m done with that ship I’m going to gain control of the weapons and bombard Rock Bottom to dust. Since Kieran doesn’t want everyone and since the situation is suggesting that law enforcement has lost and will not regain control - it isn’t a good idea to simply allow these vagrants to escape this place. They do not serve any purpose and represent loose ends.”
Kieran eyed Tormentous with distant belief, he wasn’t entirely sold on the idea and didn’t necessarily care if the rest of the murderers and criminals escaped after they were done - he also knew that true red blooded Sith Lords cared little for these details so long as their own selfish agenda was seen through. Of course though he kept his mouth shut and did not voice the seeds of doubt he held. If Tormentous wanted to level the Rock when they were done then honestly he could not care less. “Very well,” he said, “I’ll set course for the prison now.” In the end the loose end terminology that was used did merit the extent of Tormentous’ actions for the Krath relied on secrecy and even a captured image of Kieran or Warvanus on scene could spell disaster on a large scale for the Sith or even individually for themselves should the Dark Lord himself learn of them. The question would haunt them well - ‘Why was Warvanus in the Mandalore Sector?’ Yes - if Tormentous wanted to tie up the loose lips and prying eyes then perhaps it was a good idea after all.
Naturally he’d not waited for a response and instead he’d simply stated his intentions and departed the cockpit and so he made into the armory. He’d already geared himself up but now he had specific intents. Grabbing up a set of breaching charges, thermal detonators and extra power packs for his blasters he also took up a bandoleer of grenades and set them to his person, he also found a plasma cutter and attached that to his right forearm. Finally he found a helmet that would seal with the eradicator armor he was wearing.
Concluded with his preparations he set forth and moved to the forward section of the ship where he entered himself into the empty casing of a torpedo. Once settled in the boarding warhead he activated his comms. “Kieran, I’m in the boarding tube. Lock on to the Sorell Ship and fire when ready.”
In moments of compliance Kieran carefully calculated the warhead’s trajectory and once prepared he locked onto the ship and fired. A single bright orange contrail burst from the ‘Star’s Delight’ and sped away into the blackness of space on course for the warship ahead. Kieran then turned his attention back to the task at hand and began piloting the ship in towards the outskirts of Rock Bottom. Warvanus would have to approach on foot with an oxygen supply but once he was inside and gained control of the situation the ship could be brought in to the prison.

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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Kell Sangros » Wed Jun 19, 2019 12:59 pm

Warvanus listened as Tormentous stated his intentions and his chosen assignment. He wouldn’t contest it, revenge was his right on the Sorell clan. He would not deny him this. His reasonings other than vengeance also made sense. If he was spotted it could raise suspicion if this op came to the ears of the Dark Lord or his Council. He watched as the former Dark Lord left the cockpit to prepare for the assault. He looked at Kieran.

“Do you have a list of potential recruits?” He could have them cross referenced with their systems, if anything to make sure they still lived.
He could feel his blood begin to quicken at the possibility of battle, granted they were not a worthy opponent of the Sith Lord but an ample opportunity to fight, to kill, slaughter, to end lives of those who did not walk in the current of the Force. He was their Sheppard ready to show them the way.

Tormentous’ voice on the comm. Snapped the War-Bringer out of his musings. He pressed the comm. “We’re approaching the airlock of the cruiser now” the freighter along side the cruiser now “The Darkside is with you “ he said into the comm.. Nobody but Tormentous would receive those words. It was not a jab that he couldn’t touch the Force, but to state that even though he could not hear and touch the Dark Side that it was still with him and in time he would be its rightful Master once more. His mission was to make sure he stayed alive while he recovered.

The airlock made an audible click a sign that it was safe to cross into the cruiser , the click coming as Warvanus had said the last sentence.
Once Tormentous was aboard, the Freighter veered off course and made it’s way to Rock Bottom. He did not know what was going on down there but Warvanus could feel the currents of the Dark Side swirling like a maelstrom of malicious intent. As the freighter made its descent Warvanus , already clad in his battle armor put the helmet on. His terrifying image complete, he was ready to be unleashed.

=In the Prison=

The Inmates were amazingly efficient in securing the rest of the facility. There was no hearings or trial by jury, only executions. Both to guards, the Assistant Warden, and to any inmate who was not on the same page. Vyn Kaal, watched with no emotion as the lives were terminated. As he watched, one o f the inmates came up to Vyn who was the recognized leader of this coo.
“We have incoming” he said

How many” the Mandalorian said without averting his gaze.

One at the edge of the system looks to be Mandalorian, the other is a freighter with no markings the ID checks out as “The Star’s Delight” It looks like a fake ID if you ask me”

Vyn considered this. Rock Bottom did have some defenses “Did they hail the facility?” The inmate nodded. “Requesting permission to dock, I have not cleared them yet, wanted to bring it to your attention first

Vyn could appreciate a smart underling. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully then after a moment “Clear them for landing, and get our best guys to greet them in the airlock, when they board, bring them to me, make sure their weapons are confiscated and while they are brought to me, I want you to do a deep scan of the freighter, it might be of use” he was thinking of course of his own escape to freedom. But one thing at a time.

=On board the Star’s Delight=


The clearance signal came in and the freighter began its final descent to dock with the asteroid. Warvanus was ready, he looked over to the one formerly known as Akk 1 he looked ready too. He glanced over at Kieran who had been relived by KL-PK1 as they would need Kieran on this little sidestop.
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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Wed Jun 19, 2019 7:42 pm

‘The Dark Side is with you…’

Slamming hard into the cruiser’s side just three decks below the bridge the boarding torpedo burned its way through the hull and burst through to the other side in a shower of flames and scrap metal. Thanks to Kieran’s piloting of the ‘Star’s Delight’ so close to the cruiser the approach of the torpedo had gone on undetected and the Sorell Mandalorians had been none the wiser to the approach of their anathema.

On the other side of the hull within the interior of the vessel the torpedo flowered and opened - he came forth with rage and fire spat from his wrist mounted flamethrower to the sound of screaming crewmen. Once his boots hit the deck his rifle came up and he swiveled three sixty in his search for targets. Nothing in the immediate and so he took to his knee, bringing up his left gauntlet and activating two tiny droids of spherical shape that darted from the gauntlet and they raced off in opposite directions to scan the ship as they went.

As the droids progressed the schematics of this rare Mandalorian Starship transmitted to the gauntlet and he was able to see everything he needed on a holofield. By the looks of things he landed starboard three decks down from the bridge between the officer’s quarters and security stations. Obviously taking down either of these targets was to be beneficial but the security station’s fall could result in far more chaos and so he turned about and rushed down the corridor. Just then the warning lights came on that the cams had captured his sight and alerts of an intruder sounded - things were about to get hot very fast.

His advantage was that he was alone and held the element of shock and surprise. Rounding a corner to veer closer to the interior he almost ran right into a Sorell Mandalorian. Unprepared to see the intruder at this proximity the Sorell was taken off guard - Tormentous was not. Wrist blades flicked out from the right gauntlet and imbedded themselves in the neck of his opponent - no - his victim. Hot blood sprayed yonder and flecked his armor yet he never slowed down and was five steps away before the body ever hit the ground.
Shuffling down the corridor he moved to a side long terminal and hit the emergency seal icons - every door back the way he’d come began to seal. He’d not have to worry about being shot in the back at least. Rifle up he turned back forward and put down two crewmen that were rushing down the way. The smoking holes in their chests were testament to Tormentous’ sharp aim - he was a natural shot and even though it’d been years since he’d fired a weapon it seemed he hadn’t lost the knack of lining up the kill shot.

He knew he was nearing the security deck now - but he also heavily suspected that the Sorell Mandalorians would be waiting for him as this was a strong point that they’d not want to be compromised. Unfortunately for them Tormentous was not in a mood to play very nice. Faintly as he neared his target objective he heard the faintest whisper - on instinct he knew it wasn’t someone speaking to him.

The Dark Side was near and it had not forgotten him.

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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Kell Sangros » Thu Jun 20, 2019 1:26 pm

The Freighter descended down to Rock Bottom and had docked without incident. Warvanus could feel the Dark Side stirring in this place, that maelstrom raging in all its glorious fury. The doors in the airlock parted and Warvanus as well as Akk2 stepped through, they waited for Kieran this was afterall his mission. When he had joined them, they proceeded the other door slid open which was to the facility itself. They were greeted with half a dozen of the inmates, all heavily armed. There were two who stood at nearly seven feet tall and were massive those two had carried heavy repeating blasters that ressembled a gatalin gun, the kind mounted to a stand. The other 4 had blaster rifles and wore some form of armor, no doubt taken from the guards during their uprising.

Warvanus showed no surprise or movement when they bore those weapons down on the new arrivals. One of the men spoke , his accent Corellian, and he smelled as if he had not bathed in a month. He had a slight snarl in his voice when he spoke

Welcome to Rock Bottom, we’ve been instructed to take you to the Warden

Warvanus’ danger sense was not going off but it was stirring, which told the War-Bringer this could get violent and if they wanted to complete this mission, then they would need to tread carefully. He glanced at Akk 2 and then Kieran and then to their hosts. His voice came off with a mechanical flavor as he was in his helmet.

By all means, lead the way” he told them and with that, he followed , the rest of the party followed behind, as so Warvanus or his Mandalorian allies would not make any sudden moves or acts of aggression.

The trip was not long, one thing was clear to the War Bringer , Rock Bottom had turned into a warzone. Suffering and fear were ripe in the air. They were brought to the Warden’s office and shown inside, their hosts took up positions to surround Warvanus and his party.
Inside standing in front the desk was a man, who was not as tall as the massive giants who stood at seven feet but he was not diminished himself. He looked like he could take care of himself in a fight. Warvanus did not need the Dark Side to tell that to his senses.
The room fell silent for a long moment. The “Warden” then spoke recognizing one of the men as a Mandalorian he addressed Akk 2

Who are you and what clan are you from?

Arren Dhune” the man replied “I have no clan” then he continued “This is Kieran, he represents a cartel of an esoteric sort” he would leave it to Kieran to elaborate “And this is Sith Lord Warvanus” he gestured to the War-Bringer.

The Warden circled his guests as if studying them, and then came full circle “I am Vyn Kaal, of the clan Bralor, I would welcome you but I am not sure what your intent is in our little piece of paradise” he then went to the Warden’s desk and took a seat looking at his guests.

How can Rock Bottom help you?
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