Indirect Control

[Serin]

OOC: On a sidenote, ONLY sith, or sith affiliated people are allowed to post here, because I doubt any person can land on a sith ship just because they felt like it.

IC:
The Savage, a Hammerhead-class Cruiser and republic ship; its current assignment? The protection of Dantooine, or at least in the case of an attack but unfortunately for the crew of the Savage, it wasn’t as simple as that this time around.

This time, the aggressor fought in a way which left the Republic helpless to take any action. Instead however, they were left with the frustrating and passive role of observing. In this case, they were monitoring two Interdictor-class Cruisers of their mortal enemy, which loomed just before them; darkening Dantooine’s skies, a planet which was one of many that they had sworn to protect. That’s not to say that the Republic intended to do nothing, after all, they wouldn’t have sent the Savage to watch over the people of Dantooine otherwise, but thanks to the current political situation, they couldn’t exactly open fire and call it a day this time and -unluckily for them- the sith knew this.

Even at that very moment, the sith’s corruption was slowly spreading across Dantooine and affecting its inhabitants, with the flagship, the Sentinel and its accomplice Retribution acting as support for the ground staff; each crammed with whatever supplies the personnel on the ground might need, especially construction materials.

Currently on the Sentinel, Serin stood silently on the deck of her ship and looked out at the planet below as her second in command, Elgrin gave his report.

“…and the construction on the robotics lab has once again fallen behind schedule thanks to the usual foul play. Data is inconclusive as to whether or not the Republic is behind this but I’ve sent what few men we could spare to look into it,” Elgrin finished, lowering the datapad and looking toward Serin as he waited for her response.

Serin sighed as she realised that the rest of the aristocracy probably wasn’t going to be pleased to hear about the delays and with them in mind, she had to ask, “I don’t suppose our request for support has been answered?” She was hopeful that the problems she’d been facing would have acted as some incentive for them to send assistance. Not just in the form of troops and workers however as she had enough of them; what she really needed was a few agents or specialists. "I'm afraid not," Elgrin replied, confirming Serin's suspicions.

Looking over her shoulder, she glanced over at Elgrin to see if she could read his feelings on the whole matter. The commander was a thirty year old veteran of the sith and yet, his appearance would lead you to believe he was a hundred; like his pale features or wispy grey kempt hair, for example. Some had surmised it was because of his constant contact with the dark side of the force, in the forms of Dark Jedi and sith. Others figured it was the affects of countless battles finally beginning to crawl to the surface. Either way, despite his weedy body, hunched posture or slow -almost meticulous- movements, the man had proven a valuable asset to the sith; having a sharp eye and keen mind, especially when it came to battle. Besides that, the man had a shifty look, his green and sunken eyes almost constantly darting back and forth as if analysing almost everything.

Gleaming nothing from him, she returned her look to the planet before slowly changing her focus over to the Republic ship, which lay not far ahead of them.

“Want me to give the order to open fire?” Elgrin half-joked as he noticed Serin’s shift of attention. He already knew the reasons why they couldn’t and Serin figured he did, but she answered him in all seriousness, “It’s unfortunate but you know as well as I that we can’t… The Republic has a clear advantage over us and if it were not for their weak will, I’m sure they’d have wiped us out already. After all, they not only have the luxury of taxations and benefactors but we are basically forced to fund ourselves. This is why we actually need to resort to acquiring our wealth through Republic worlds; such as Dantooine, which we’d lose if we were to suddenly attack a Republic ship.”

Serin shook her head in disappointment and she had the oddest feeling that the commander of the Savage was most likely feeling the same. She pushed aside this notion though and, with a small smile, continued on a somewhat bright note, “In the end however, it actually sort of works to our benefit in more ways than one, since if we succeed, we will not only be able to probably amass quite the fortune through Dantooine but it’ll be quite the hit to the Republic’s own economy as well.”

[annahncaleb]

[So are you on planet?]

Mine's journey was lengthened by the slow moving Wraid-Class freighter. This, however, was of little negative consequence. Mine was able to grow bonds between the Sith squad that was assigned to go with him to Dantooine. He even installed new energy cells in their blast rifles and new edges to their vibroblades, all of these as a token of good faith. The main work force of the group were a group of twenty worker droids, new series [Non-Canon, couldn't find a KotOR series worker droid] VL-12.

The ship itself was coloured a definitive black as to make visually shooting the ship incredible difficult in space, though missles were effective against it just as regular Wraid-Class frieghters. Extra guns had not been added, but a missle launcher was equipped to the top of the frieghter, with only ten missles, due to the already compact space withen the ship.

"Sir, our sensors are picking up three large orbital war ships." Mine waited for the ships to be identified as the young communications officer punched in orders to allow the needed data to reach Mine's ears as to make his lead more effective. "Two Sith cruisers, Interdector class. A single Republic capitol ship, Hammerhead class. Looks like they've been circling around the planet for a while now sir."

Mine groaned as he had hoped to make the landing on Dantooine easy, without worry of being shot down by any hostile force. "Land on one of the Interdictor Class cruisers but do not make yourselves comfortable when we land, we are to get off those floating scraps of metal as soon as possible." Mine didn't like the idea of large oribital ships, he would prefer if the sith would just a mass hundreds of thousands of small fighters to launch a Jihad against Republic worlds, although it would make planet destroying, and troop logistics very hard, maybe they could spare some troop transports or such. But it wasn't his place to think of such issues, his place was to insure that Dantooine became an Articratic world.

Mine's ship drifted toward's Serin's ship, gracefully, or at least it would seem so if the ship wasnt so large and with such clumsy addatives. The landing wasn't the smoothest but none of the troops or parts of the ship were upheaved.

[Serin]

OOC: I doubt I need to say this but anyway… I’m guessing you’re ranked quite high amongst the sith judging by your profile, so feel free to slap around or control a few of the Sentinel’s crew, just don’t kill anyone and be sure to identify yourself first.

IC:
Even before Mine’s freighter had entered the hangar area, a few sith troopers were already making their way to meet and identify the newcomers. Mostly because while the ship was apparently a friendly, it was an unannounced one which meant a few precautions had to be taken. After all, IFF transponder codes were easily replicated in this day and age.

As the freighter landed, it was approached by a sizeable squad of sith who, with a final synchronized stomp, stopped just short of it; each of the men standing at attention as they awaited the crew of the shuttle to disembark. At the head of the squad was a sith officer, standing at rigid attention with a stern look as he -like his men- waited; in his case, for the person in charge of the ship.

Meanwhile a voice came over the intercom of the hangar, directed towards the crew of the freighter, “Greetings, we apologise for the formalities but all new arrivals are required to give their IDs. If everything checks out and you wish to speak with command, then you may find either Elgrin or Serin on the command deck. Otherwise, you may ask the officer by your ship, Delrin, for anything else you may need and he will answer as best he can.”

[annahncaleb]

[He's a simple Sith Apprentice who is training in becoming a Sith Assasin. It's just the mission that is in high regard, other than his skills. If they escort is a bit much then i'll tone it down a bit.]

Mine had the vanguard of eight -of the fifteen- Sith troops exit the ship's main ramp. Their entry in a rigid march, duplicating that of the welcoming Sith unit. After the seemigly ceremonial meeting of the troops an almost un-neccesary statement from a intercom platform. "We're the Sith. We have been sent by Sith Master Neo Kamino to set up an Artistocratic goverment here on Dantooine. I am Sith Apprentice Mine, the assigned for this mision."

With that the seven remaining Sith troopers exited in a circular formation, all around Sith Apprentice Mine, his saber on hand, yet not ignited. His posture lax, yet oddly menical. His face erroded by the dark side, even more than when he began his journey. The seven Sith troopers also looked a bit on the pale side, most-likely his close friend who had been affected by his large dark side energy, while his the other eight were paler than average, not nearly as the seven.

"Take me to the Commander of this operation, now. I need to speak to him for applicationary purposes." Mine stated at he took his first footsteps on the Interdictor-Class cruiser's hull. As he did the group of eight Sith broke their single line, rifles up, position and made a secondary circle outside the seven's circle, giving double the protection.

[Serin]

OOC: The escort is fine if you want to explore the rest of the ship, just not if you want to go to the bridge. It’s not really wise to allow a bunch of fully armed men into your ship’s command center, after all.

By the way, I sent you a PM.

Also, sorry if it seems a bit rushed but I'm trying to push it along.

IC:
“Very well but leave your men here,” the officer said before gesturing for Mine to follow him, with two from his own squad breaking formation to accompany him. Turning, he made his way for the exit and into the ship’s corridors, remaining silent the entire time.

It wasn’t long before they finally reached the door leading to the bridge and the officer stopped short, pressing a side panel and requesting access. The door slid open and without pause, the officer stepped in and approached the forms of Serin and Elgrin, who were currently standing at the front of the bridge.

Halting just a few feet short, he snaps to attention and gives a quick salute before introducing Mine, “Commander Elgrin, commander Serin, this is Sith Apprentice Mine, sent here on behalf of Sith Master Neo Kamino.”

Turning to face them, Elgrin nods in the officer’s direction, indicating they can handle it from there and so, with a brief wave, dismisses the officer. Once the man had left, Elgrin turns to look at Mine, his eyes wandering over the Dark Jedi skeptically as he asks, “Neo Kamino, eh? A friend of yours, Serin?”

Snapping out of her reverie, Serin glances away from the image of Dantooine and turns to face Mine. A glint of amusement appearing in her eyes as she replies, “No, I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure commander and so this apprentice is new to me too.”

Not waiting for any kind of response from Elgrin, Serin addresses Mine, “Well now, I’d love to think you’re here to help with the industrialization of Dantooine but why don’t you tell me why you’re here Dark Jedi…”

[annahncaleb]

[Well since you got rid of the long, 'as he walked threw the corridor' RPing for him, down to business!]

Mine wasn't used to being escorted, he didn't like the liabilty of having to worry about who and what to kill in a fight. The slaughter is what he lived for. But in these trying times the ways of the Sith had shown... advantages, allowing their cut-throat -in the litteral sence- politics have the greatest leaders show their colours and potential, leaving the waste to die or fend for themselves.

As Mine listened into the few words that they stated to each other he contemplated their responce. Instead of answering their questions out right he would extract as much information as he could, after all, just because they were allies didn't mean they would be.... co-operative.

"That depends." Mine probed, begining a tangent. "Could I land on Dantooine's surface without getting blasted into fine spacial addatives, in the form of dust, but the Republic ship's guns..." Mine took a breathe, to allow his future words to sink in, seperated from the flow of the prevoius. "Or by yours."

Mine allowed himself into a coma like state, as he awaited their answer, leaving his eyes open, as to allow him to see, but his dark side ora filling the room, as his power flooded out. He didn't trust the Sith... even if he was one of the kind.

[Serin]

Serin quirked an eyebrow at Mine’s question as she replied, matter-of-factly, “I can’t very well give a direct answer until you’ve told me why you’re here.”

With a show of disinterest however, she turned away from Mine and faced Dantooine once again before stating dryly, “Of course, if you want to keep secrets then by all means, feel free, but…” her tone grew a little darker as she added, “don’t expect us not to… retaliate, if you hinder our progress in this project.”

After a short pause to allow this warning to sink in, she turned once again to face Mine and with a wry smile finished off, “As for the Republic, well I can’t promise anything but, I’m sure their terms are about the same as our own. So, now what is your business on Dantooine?”

Her look had once again become one of indifference as she folded her arms and awaited his reply. She was hoping he had come to her with something more than this and judging by the scowl which now graced Elgrin’s features, so did he. After all, he was asking questions any of the sith onboard could have answered. Also, it was a little doubtful he was there to apply to help as it was becoming quite apparent to the two that this Neo Kamino, seemingly had his own agenda.

[annahncaleb]

[OOC: I assume Mace is, me. Or am I wrong or is it one of your characters?]

"That's all I required of your knowledge." Mine stated as he marched towards the door. Now gripping his lightsaber, finger on the ignition button. The damned Sith had mad him feel... disposable. He would not leave the same feeling, in response. He needed his life for his masters work to be carrier out. Though in honesty he was just devoted to this mission to further his own skills in the force.

The walk down the corridor and into the turbolift was that of only several moments, hardly a dent in Mine's lifetime, but it seemed to him his life had been cut short. His eyes darted to every soldier, every door way.... even ever damn droid, not just the battle-equipped ones. He expected, some kind of death to befall him, after all... You live by the sword, you're going to die by the sword. This was especially true for all Sith.

As the turbolift hit the docking bay of which Mine's ship had been landed he was stunned by the sheer might of the troops in the docking bay. No more than that of a mere squad, the room was filled with some hundred troops, but why? Was the question that sped threw Mine's mind, he quickly ordered his troops inside the ship, as he himself darted up the ramp.

"Get us out of here, quickly." Mine's word gave the troops the perception of him being in fear, but this was not true. Mine needed to add the word to make sure that the squad leader would follow orders, quickly. But this, he knew, the troops would not understand and so he pulsated with dark side ora to make the soldiers fear him again.

Now they were off to Dantooine.

[Sorry about the company thing, just thought like saying it. Lol]

[Jenno]

(Please note that troops would be pretty much uneccessary, since there should be no fighting at all. The sith are still the little dog in the yard, and that should be remembered. They are trying to conquer Dantooine financially and legally.)

[Jenno]

(Just letting you know, the Republic might not like it if some sith start running around stealing republic farmland.)