Temporary Home (Dominion thread)

[Karl the Unfettered]

Bastion. A mysterious place with a vague history of xenophobic humans, the Empire controlled it by default since it opposed the Republic and its perceived alien favoritism. For some reason it was also very militarized, with many bases scattered about, a strong defense fleet and standing forces. All perfectly loyal to the Sith, of course.

Recently, the Miraluka Dark Lord Memnon and his private forces, Shard's Dominion, had been assigned to the place not only as a temporary place for them to rally and recoup (IE- get Shard and his band of maniacs the hell off of Korriban) but so that he could assess the locals and their loyalty to the Cause.

Not much had happened, yet, since they were still unloading the transports. "Damnit, where's that manifesto," the Miraluka muttered, a frown on his face as he glared at the dry world around him.

"Here, sir!" a flunky declared, coming over from the boxes he'd been supervising the unloading of. He handed his master a clipboard with a thick sheaf of papers on it; Shard examined the sheets rapidly, the frown reducing with each flip of paper. When he was done the frown was gone, but he still didn't look happy.

"Whatever, just make sure everyone's here," he said dismissively, handing the board back. "Tell the radio guys to make sure all the off-planet ships report in as well, I want a full tally of all our forces before we head out again."

The flunky saluted and left to carry out Shard's orders, leaving Shard himself to go back to staring morosely about as the Dominion moved into their temporary quarters. It was just a temporary place; he'd deliberately picked a base that wouldn't hold all his men comfortably, so they wouldn't get cozy when it came time to find their permanent home.

"Hopefully the others made it here," he added to himself, referring to the other high-ranking officers.

[Miri Mojito]

The Malifactor descended menacingly over the primary structures of the newly appointed dominion base. As it approached lower and lower several fighters launched from her sides causing a new flourish of activity around the ageing vessel. After a few moments and several orbiting trips around the larger vessel the strike fighters adopted a course for the ground, moving with great speed and precision, screaming as they approached their chosen landing platform. The larger vessel would need to remain airborn as no appropriate landing platform had been cleared off yet. This was of great concern for the Ships owner, The self proclaimed Dark Mistress Serith Arsov.

Not long after the screamers had landed and the Malifactor suspended in its low orbit did a small shuttle break free and head for the nearest landing pad. Like the fighters it moved rather swiftly and came to a smooth landing. And not moments after the hatch opened a woman veiled and shrouded in a long dark cloak emerged. Her entire figure was hidden beneath its long heavy fabric, so that none could see her body. This was the dark lady, the owner of the Malifactor, Serith.

A low growl escaped her throat as she directed her force aided gaze around the the immediate base. Everything was a complete mess. Dominion soldiers and personel were running around franically trying to accomplish the jobs that should have been done hours earlier. Of course there was much to do, and only a limited amount of space to do it in, and given the odds, setbacks were to be expected. They were however not acceptable in Seriths oppinion. Her own faithful would suffer for being late on a task, but these were niether her men, nor under her command so all she could do was keep her anger to herself.

Not far off she could feel the pressence of a familiar force user, one who had remained elusive last time she had met him. Shard, the man in charge, and the man she wanted to see. Without hesitation she left her ship, which immediatly lifted off after she had cleared it. The shuttle was to begin transporting supplies back and forth from her vessel to the base, along with the other transports available from the dominion crews.

Given the distance she had to walk, and the overly secured and restrictive aspects of her cloak it took her a great while to arrive at the side of the Miraluka. Respectfully she tipper her head to the Sith. "Shard... Finally we stand face to face again, its been far too long. I am glad you invited me..." She purred smoothly.

[Foxfire]

The air traffic was so bad in the span of two minutes they had five near misses. Tho the sixth one was going to be a problem. The ship careened off course toward a small stand of trees and run down shelters. The pilot was trying every thing he could not to loose the ship and it's cargo, but for his passenger it was not going to be enough.

Cho Wroth, the sole noghri Sith, had been a sleep during the initial crash but now wide awake he went to the pilot to find out what was going on. When he entered the cabin he saw the problem, crash and death. As a new member of the Dominion he was giving charge of only one transport it was suppose to arrive first and clear some landing zones. The ship that he was no though had other plans. Ten hours dead in space with out hyper-drives Cho waited for the pilot and his engineer to fix the ship. Now they were crashing. What was worse as Cho turned from the cabin he could feel Shard presence below as they flew over a quickly fabricated landing zone. Upon Cho arriving to an emergency hatch Cho shook his head and said.....

This is going to be a long day.

With that Cho blew the hatch braced himself. The wind tried to rip him from the transport, but Cho's unmoving hold in the force was not budging. The ground was coming ever so much faster now that Cho had an unrestricted view of the world. Cho dove deep with in the force. Harnessing his newly mastered focus Cho let out a force wave that flattened the area in front of their ship. Catching his breath once again he dove deeper finding the power he learned back on his home world. He reached out and found the ground tying that feeling to the ship he slowly slowed the ship making the crash nearly non-existent.

Now to the clean up.

Cho left the door and made his way to the cargo hold that held deconstruction droids and engineer bots. He opened the ramp and set them on their programed way. The area was not where he had planned but it would work for any large scale ship. Getting off the ship Cho made his way back to where he felt the force signature of Shard the leader and his some what friend.

Cho had no possessions but a few holos of his master and her master and some of their rambling teachings. Other than that Cho had just himself and his lightsaber, nothing else matter as of yet for Cho. On arriving Cho found Shard in his usual state of mind and the Dark Mistress Serith Arsov. He had not got to know her but knew that anyone who knew Shard was going to be interesting. He came to a stop a few feet away when he found them talking and waited with unusual patience and calm.

[Mara]

(((Not sure if I need to post here, and whether it'll get replied to... but I figure it's good for Looma's plot/backstory to get something down here before the next events.
Since the Cerea threads are not yet over, I'll be vague))).


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For some reason, hearing from her master had somewhat startled the yellow Twi'lek. They had been separated for a while, and she had always assumed he would contact her again once whatever business he was attending had completed (whatever he needed to settle his conscious before abandoning her on Korriban after Subterrel), but to have it actually happen was still a small surprise. Looma wasn't sure how to take it, exactly, and decided to just go with the flow for a while. She'd made her way to Bastion to meet up with him and the others there. If she had thought about it much more, she may have not gone at all.

Looma had arrived only a day or two after her master's transport had, and yet she hadn't had the chance to see him. It could have been that he was busy getting everything settled, and she herself doing the same. Shard was more than her master after all; he was the leader of a small army and also now a Sith Lord. So many things could have held his attention that kept him away from his student. But the primary thought that would come to her from time to time was that perhaps he was avoiding her, and she him.

Obviously there hadn't been much he could have done after her injury at Subterrel. After she had been delivered to the med station back at the Temple on Korriban, she had been in kolto for weeks to heal. Shard was a busy being and couldn't wait around for his student. Looma didn't hold her master accountable for any of that. But it was afterwards, when the pain was dull enough and her wound healed enough that she no longer needed the kolto and spent more days and weeks in the med area resting up. He hadn't come to her then, either.

Sitting there, unable to move much without disturbing her injured lekku, she had had a lot of time to herself to think and meditate. And while sometimes her thoughts roamed to Subterrel and the strange vision of her sister she had had after the duel and resulting injury, most of the time she thought about her master. And why he seemed to have deserted her. Again and again her conclusions to this all came down to the fact that Shard had to be disappointed in her for what happened during the duel with the Jedi. Why else would he just leave her in the medbay without bothering to check on her?

Along with those feelings of abandonment, there had also been anger. Anger at herself for allowing the Jedi to get through her defenses and striking her, despite his superior ability. But mostly anger at her master for not having taught her enough to be able to last longer against the Jedi. For not enough lightsaber and fighting lessons. For leaving her alone with strangers in the medbay fending for herself and not bothering to make sure whether she'd survived. The anger started suppressing her physical pain, actually helping the process of healing along. But after she was better, the anger remained.

This curious behavior of her master had been made all the more curious when he had summoned her to the roof of the Temple for a ceremony. Mostly healed and no longer needing to stay overnight for treatment, she had been close to ready for full training and everything else again. But the summoning had been for something else entirely; similar to the one she had attended upon first arriving to the planet, it was one Darth Iniquitous himself was at. And her master Shard was being honored with higher-ranking title of Dark Lord. Strange that he would basically ignore her and go off on some mission, return for his promotion and ask her to attend, but then not stay long enough to see her in person. Her anger grew at this obvious snub.

She had been glad then, when not long afterwards, some missions had come up not involving her master at all. Looma jumped at the chance for something to do; being cooped up at the Temple was beginning to wear on her, and she was going crazy at all the inactivity. Knowing that she could keep the physical activity at a minimum, the mission to Cerea, as described, seemed the perfect way to solve all her problems. It was a simple meet-and-greet that would not strain her in anyway. She would be able to leave the Temple and go out to a new environment. And the best bonus: her master would not be there and she would be able to focus on something besides what she was currently feeling for her master.

But that mission had not taken long, and shortly after, she was contacted by her master to come to Bastion. And now, having been there waiting for a couple days, stewing in her thoughts without seeing him, she knew she had to do something about it. No longer could she keep on coming up with doomsday scenarios in her head about why her master had been avoiding her. Looma had to go confront him about it.

So throwing on her dark cloak, leaving the hood down to expose her head and headtails, complete with new leather tip covers on each so that her injury and bandages would not show, she headed out into the sunlight to find her master. It was not long before she found him, milling about, yet supervising the unloading of the supplies that had arrived with him days before. As much as she wanted answers, she did not approach him. Instead, she stood off to the side, letting her Force presence spill out from her, tainted with her anger. If he was half as powerful as he claimed to be, Shard would not be able to ignore her for very long, as bright a beacon in the dark side as she was now.


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