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Diamond-class Cruiser Flagship "The Validus";​
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Sebastian would stir in his sleep, starting off as normal before becoming motions akin to heavy rocking too and from before snapping awake. Gasping as if he had lost breath the Dark Lord would quickly enough calm himself with an unamused look to boot as his eyes set upon the glowing figure of...Ludo Kressh's spirit. The ancient Sith had taken to waking Sebastian freely when he so saw fit, the guide had sought to become more of a "Master" in recent months. Avoiding the act of grumbling despite the rumbling inside of him internally the Dark Lord would then rise to meet Ludo's spirit in height though the spirit would swiftly and nonchalantly increase his size so he was then a head taller than Sebastian. Now avoiding the urge to roll his eyes the Dark Lord would instead beat the spirit to the draw when it came to speaking first.​
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" Kressh, what is it that you seek tonight? More training? "​
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There would be a notable pause then......​
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" Oh, Apprentice you're training is well enough on.....It is time we....."​
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Another pause......​
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" Uhm okay...."​
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" It is time to return home! "​
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Before Sebastian could speak or even really register what had been said he'd be rushed by the spirit, the dead Sith flooding the Dark Lord's mind with certain memories of an old forgotten planet.....​
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In hyperspace;​
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Sebastian would stand along the bridge of his flagship with his hands held within one another and behind his back, eyes focused on the mesmerizing hyperspace visage. It was beautiful...it was potentially a trap even, the Dark Lord had heard horror stories of some people losing their minds due to watching the hyperspace unfold before them for too long or too often. So now he used it to strengthen his resolve for if the miracles of reality couldn't break him, what hope would the spirit of the Sith Ludo Kressh have in their future confrontation? Mulling over the idea as he blankly glared out into the hyperspace route Sebastian would only stop when the hyperspace travel ceased. The Validus was the first ship to exit hyperspace by a few minutes allowing the Sith's leader to lay the initial way and face any opposition that might be in the way....Yet, there was nothing, it was true dead space and Sebastian immediately felt the...cold....​
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It was a cold unlike any other, even Ludo's own spirit paled in comparison...Were they truly returning to the home of the Sith?!​
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As the ship slowly shuttled past/around one planet another in the distance would come into view, a massive orangish planet, one that called to the Dark Lord...whispered to him? It made his entire left arm shudder as the Sith Amulet inside the gauntlet on his forearm surged with newfound power, something that would force the Dark Lord to take a few closer steps to his ship's viewport. Even as they neared the orange planet the Sith would find no opposition, here and there old wreckage, but typically too old and weathered to even address what vessel they might've been....It was then Sebastian would begin to question if Ludo had sent Sebastian's new Sith Confederacy into some sort of trap as a training exercise or something....​
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If it was then the Dark Lord aimed to use this "fear" as a strength, he and his Sith would face any test head on and they would succeed with flying colors. It also didn't hurt that Sebastian had brought about 40% of the Sith's full naval and ground forces into the supposed old Sith Space territories. Once they got even closer however would be when the Dark Lord registered something he felt stupid for not having realized before....Ludo had guided him to this place before and had not told him it's name, was this why? Sebastian hadn't been ready to claim their home before, but now he was? Preparing to speak then Sebastian would nearly jump out of his skin when Ludo Kressh summoned himself to "life" again, the glowing Sith spirit's back to him as he too looked out into space and at the planet before them.​
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" Korrrrrrriiiiiiibbbaaaaaannnn! "​
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Being filled with an eerie feeling the Dark Lord of The Sith would nonetheless remain silent as he prepared himself for whatever terrors awaited.....​
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Landing and setting up;​
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With the rest of the fleet pouring in behind The Validus, Sebastian would continue to lead the way even in landing first. Due to atmospheric interference and other mysterious happenings they weren't able to pick up on if there were any locals or settlements, so it would be until they were nearly planetside that they'd locate a spaceport oddly enough somewhat near the valley Sebastian had visited previously. Landing some kilometers away from said spaceport though the Dark Lord would again be the first to set foot on the desert like planet. Tossing out a hologram recorder Sebastian would then send a message to every ship's bridge, every high ranking official, while his voice recording would be fed to any and all others who had their comms on.​
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" Brothers and Sisters, we have found our new home....Now let us dig our roots deep and purge this place of any who threaten our domain!​
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I want to know if there's any sort of society out there, tribes, a cave full of people, anything. I want any buildings or contracts gone through thrice and I want the valley filled with our numbers....​
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Do not go into the valley alone and do not stray on your own, you will perish. "​
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And with that the Sith Confederacy ships would begin to land around the Dark Lord and the ground forces would begin to take to their tasks.....​
 
The Warmaster's Ravager Squadron leapt from hyperspace to realspace around Korriban. Remus understood the importance of the reclamation of Korriban to the Sith and the Dark Lord. The Warmaster's officer cadre had assumed position in a command room aboard the Executor, the Providence-class Destroyer that the Warmaster had called home for a few months now. The Sith flotilla that had been dispatched to Korriban consisted mostly of troop carriers and a single Lucrehulk-class Droid Control Ship had made the jump and would ultimately serve as the coordination component of the Sith droid forces on the planet. Remus was going to make planet fall with his contingent of Kaleesh warriors underneath the leadership of his new bodyguard Tarkhan Xydaenaar Sonnan. The Blackscale Clan detachment had departed following the outbreak of hostilities and the Dark Lord's decision to abandon slavery as a tool for the Sith.

Watch Commander Rakt Al promised that regardless of the decision of the Dark Lord, he would return to Remus because of Remus' assistance in securing new work for the Blackscale outside of Kashyyyk space. Rakt Al departed to meet with other prominent Blackscale Clan slavers and Lord Blackscale to discuss their future and relationship with the Sith as a whole. Since Remus' ascension to the role of Warmaster he had spent a significant amount of time developing and structuring the new Sith Army, the sentient component of the Sith military. The first of the Zarmir Armor System (ZAS), better known as Conqueror armor, had been deployed to a group of sentient Sith, they would be first deployed to Korriban to act as a pacification force. The Korriban Pacification Brigade, a full brigade of approximately 7,500 Sith soldiers, lead by veteran Zabrak militia commander Colonel Thech Nerzatsk would eventually become a the Korriban Guard Brigade and act as a garrison for the planet.

The Warmaster departed for his shuttle to meet the Colonel and other Sith force at the pre-destined landing zone near the Valley of the Dark Lords and the old Sith academy. Remus had strapped on the red, officer variant of the ZAS and placed his sidearm on his thigh and had obtained his Blackscale "Hall Sweeper" carbine from his armory, attaching it to a sling and letting it rest over the front of his chest. He remained without a helmet for now, instead donning a Sith officers cap and attaching his helmet to a magnetic connector on his utility belt. He would make planet fall momentarily and meet with the Dark Lord and the other members of the Dark Council to begin this pacification operation.
 
Aboard the Recusant-Class Star Destroyer 'Knife of Darkness' at the head of a naval squadron consisting of two Munificent-Class Frigates, one Munificent-Class command, control, and communications variant, one single DH-Omni Support Vessel, and a pair of separatist variant Gozanti-class cruisers, sat the Lord Admiral at the head of a conference table which sat his finest ship captains and bridge officers who were currently busy giving status on their ships and the logistics of the squadron and after hearing them out, everything seemed to be in working order. There were for sure some repairs to be made but nothing major, each vessel of his squadron was still functional and able to operate should naval warfare be needed. "When we exit hyperspace, begin making your preparations for the field repairs. I'll handle responsibility for groundside operations and Captain Tysel will be in charge of things space-side whilst I'm on the ground with our Lord. You are dismissed."

All saluted him, then the holograms of the ship captains vanished one after another along with a small number of logisticians and bridge officers aboard the other ships. Marcus stood up fully to six feet and six inches, cutting a very imposing figure before finally leaving the conference room adjacent to the bridge and his own ready room, arriving to the bridge and settling into the captain's chair just as the 'Knife of Darkness' cut from hyperspace into realspace before the orange-tinted dust ball. It wasn't just loyalty and orders which brought Lord Admiral Aurelius to this world, he had also found the tug of the force drawing himself here for his own reasons - reasons related to the fragmented holocron belonging to the ancient Lord Kallig.

From here, Marcus tool the turbolift down to the hangar and boarded his shuttle, a Sheathipede Shuttle that quickly bounded from the hangar deck and down to the surface below. Marcus pulled out the holocron shard and activated it, resulting in the hologram of Lord Kallig showing himself before the Lord Admiral. "Down on the planet, Korriban.... You will need to find my tomb for your next trial. It is guarded by all manner of sith warbeast I'm sure. Should you survive... you'll find the next key to this puzzle. Once you have it, connect and attune it to this shard then I'll have more instruction for you."
 
Aden had reunited with the Sith fleet, fresh from his trip to Serenno. He still pondering events there, and what he should do. Though for now, that will have to wait, as of now the Sith Confederacy needed him. They have a new home to build, on a planet he thought was named Moraband, but in actuality it had an older name, Korriban. He did wonder why The Republic changed it’s name, possibly out of fear, this made him smile. He was on the shuttle that he took to Serenno, and now to here. He hoped to prove his worth, to The Sith Confederacy, so he can gain promotions, and the ability to do things of his own discretion.

His shuttle landed would land near the other ships; he heard his new lord give out of orders. He wanted to be near the commanders, this would get him noticed. He knew after the mission, he could spend time learning, and developing his skills with the force, but for now being noticed by the general staff was important. He looked for a suitable spot, he saw a brigade of infantry disembarking, that is where he wanted to be. He soon landed, and found himself in and amongst the infamous Ravager Squadron, he knew this was led by Commander Remus Kelburn. He began looking for him, he was obviously a busy man, so his time maybe short with him. He found out, he landed before him, he headed to the commander landing zone, and waited to great him. He was wearing his Black Armour Weave, this should he was an acolyte. He would greet the commander as he made planet fall.​
 
Today was an important occasion, one that would go down into the annals of history and a turning point in the history of the galaxy. The Sith were out in full force, an entire third of the fleet had been dedicated to the pacification of what is likely a foreign, exotic and extensively dangerous world to become the new and secret homeworld of the Sith. Entire cities with temple districts training the next generation of dark side acolytes all dedicated to exterminating the weak and stagnant Republic and their fool Jedi protectors.

All these thoughts swirled within Vatek's mind as he approached the observation deck of the Executor, only to be confronted with the grim reality. The planet in question, the would-be queen of the rim, was nothing more than a rocky, sand-covered dust ball. The amount of resources they'd need to pull in to make this place liveable would be astronomical. There had to be something else, something special about this planet.

The dark acolyte joined a group of warriors and soldiers planet bound when the comms came up with the Dark Lord's speech. For the time being, Vatek would heed Lord Kade and stay with a group, there was strength in numbers.
 
Mission: Anchorpoint
Description: The Dark Lord of The Sith has tasked you with retaking what appears to be an old spaceport and connected town, long abandoned and eroded. First, you'll need to check it out and inspect it before further moves can be made, once this is achieved unsalvageable materials will be wrecked and or removed before bringing in new supplies and forging a new base of operations.
Reward: Renown with the Dark Lord as well as a possible item; Bonus = Training session with the Dark Lord or some equivalent?
Difficulty: EASY
Additional details: During the seemingly easy mission your job will turn MODERATE as you encounter long lost Natives descended into primeval tribals and the small beasts [nothing bear sized or larger though] they control. You have the option to contact the Dark Lord immediately or deal with the situation immediately as you see fit...


Mission: Down In The Valleys....
Description: The massive deeply carved out natural Valley of The Dark Lords [presently unknown as such] needs to be cleansed of hostile atrocities. To ensure that wandering Sith do not perish due to the native wildlife the Dark Lord has given a mission of security and hunting to his subordinates, fight, capture, or kill the Dark Side beasts!
Reward: Renown with the Dark Lord as well as item rewards, yes multiple.
Difficulty: MODERATE to DIFFICULT
Additional details: What you face is up to you, but keep it varied, and who knows, maybe work on corralling/herding Dark Side beasts for future use. Or don't?


Mission: As Above So Below
Description: Perhaps the most dangerous mission of all, Sebastian has tasked you with delving deep into the tombs of what Ludo Kressh has reminded him of being some of the first or most powerful Dark Lords of The Sith. The likes of Ajunta Pall, Tulak Hord, as well as Ludo's own tomb. It is within these tombs...these vaults of both physical as well as mental wealth. But, they are also hosts to Dark Side parasites, from beasts to lost sentient Dark Side natives who might appear frail or weak, but can manage to take down even a "Sith Lord"....
Reward: Renown with the Dark Lord as well as various item rewards ranging from Korriban related things to other gifts from within the Confederacy's range.
Difficulty: HIGHLY DANGEROUS!
Additional details: Can be taken multiple times and you may choose which tomb to explore [tombs can be explored multiple times and will be logged accordingly].
 
Basic tasks, missions had been given out or offered to all willing and able Sith mostly to push their agenda of course, albeit very minutely because the Dark Lord had his own private mission to begin. Delving once more into the depths of Korriban's Dark Side tainted shell. However the first and foremost important job for the Sith above was to clear out what appeared to be an ancient and long abandoned spaceport where most of their forces had landed near. Two waves would be sent out in sync and surprisingly not too far behind one another as an offensive line of troops and Force Sensitive Sith marched on, leading the secondary line of support individuals whom dealt with the supply crates, etc.

This in of itself was a test handed down by the Dark Lord though of course nonverbally, he wanted to see how his Sith would act during such a simple, yet important mission. How would the Sith forces react to retaking the spaceport and clearing it out...But, with no appointed leader? Would one take charge? Would multiple? Would the entire "simple" mission fizzle out before it even began? After all this was the Sith Confederacy's first big move, arguably due to Kashyyyk's recent history, since the new regime had come into play.

As the forces would draw nearer to the spaceport they'd notice that things indeed appeared to be a ghost town, buildings caked with orange dust/sand and buildings falling apart. Though some looked like they had already crumbled to the ground while others looked more like small structures built with said remains....Like a shanty town in the middle of a city...Said structures would obviously appear to be "newer" in placement, but still long abandoned. So while the Sith began to enter the outskirts of the old spaceport so would one Sith finally speak up....

" Oi', why'd we get sent out on the easy job? This is bullshiteee, kareeeee! "
 
Vatek ignored the uncultured philistine of a Sith and instead walking right up to a small raised cenotaph or stele that once might have been an important monument and fixture which now had been reduced to a low wall that came up to Vatek's waist. He inspected the marker, noting a faded inscription in an older but not entirely unknown variant of aurebesh.

D es d e

Immediately, he began to wonder what the word might mean. A forgotten word written in basic? Something in the lost tongue of the Sith? Perhaps the name of this place? No, if this was the remnants of a cenotaph there was only one conclusion; this was the name of an ancient lord of the Sith, lord Desde. Perhaps they had founded this spaceport in time immerorial.
 
Aden, gave waiting for the commander, he was obviously busy, and he had a task to do himself, check out the space port. He headed their and wondered why bother, it was old and disused, and in much need of repair. So who would fight them for it, he soon caught up with his fellow Acolytes. Then one quipped “" Oi', why'd we get sent out on the easy job? This is bullshiteee, kareeeee! " He replied, “As we do as we are told, till we are strong enough, to tell others what to do, that is why!” His statement, was militaristic in nature, as he was a formal naval officer, who took part in ground combat. He took this as a mission, and it would be done to best of his abilities.


He saw Cenotaph in the Spaceport; he saw an acolyte go and read what was on it. He himself was curious, what was written on it, but he was also trying to see what was defensible in the area. He started trying to organise people, though he had no rank to tell them what to do. So, it was questionable if they would follow his lead, “You, check the wall out over there, with them, see if it is good condition, and what is beyond it!” Thanks to his noble up brining, he had an arthurite voice, and hoped this make people listen to him. He then pointed to another two, “You two could you scout them buildings, see if they are clear, and stable enough to use, as a base.” He then turned to the one looking at the Cenotaph, and asked “What does it say?” As he approached him, he was going to team up with him, as he had obviously got a curious mind, and that would be useful.​
 
The reason the construct had been left broken and in ruins was because Sith Lord Desde had never been a true Sith Lord, in reality he had been a hopeful, an upstart...a failure of a Sith Lord wannabe shortly before the arrival of the Brotherhood of Sith where he'd be mauled to death by one of the new arrival's pets. What remained of Dresde's most loyal followers would then rapidly build him his own "tomb without a tomb" only to have it obliterated by none other than Lord Kaan himself to send a message, that history would have no stories to tell of the weak...Ironic.....

Present day however this story had been forgotten and never recorded meaning the event was truly lost to history, but the number of Sith forces entering deeper into the old city and spaceport areas were beginning to do something....However, it would be Aden's words that stirred something else entirely...

"Uh, who the hell made Serenno-boy leader? I aint his butler! "

" Why don't you go scout or check something out! Over there trying to chit chat with his buddy like we're his little toy soldier, as if! "

At this point the original Sith to speak up would come storming over, not running, but stomping their way toward Aden from the Sith's blindside while attempting to shove him onto his arse. " You speak of strength?! Strength to reign in others with voice alone?! You're wealth means nothing to me, I'm an heir to my own fortune you whelp!

You speak down to me?!"

In an instant then the Sith would begin to reach toward his lightsaber hilt with an almost menacingly slow pace. Now, while many if not most of the initial/first wave of Sith operatives would crowd around this unfolding event others would indeed start to scout out the area before the second wave of support could arrive with supplies.
 
While looking over the supposed cenotaph, Vatek heard someone approach from behind him. His eyes remained fixed on the marker; however, besides the brief scribble that he concluded must have been the name of a person, there was little else of note.

"What does it say?" The stranger asked him.

Vatek was about to reply when others in the group began to shout, angered by the stranger's earlier attempt to bring order to the disorganized group.

"Uh, who the hell made Serenno-boy leader? I aint his butler! " said one.

" Why don't you go scout or check something out! Over there trying to chit chat with his buddy like we're his little toy soldier, as if! " came another voice.

A third Sith approached haughtily. " You speak of strength?! Strength to reign in others with voice alone?! You're wealth means nothing to me, I'm an heir to my own fortune you whelp!

You speak down to me?!"

Vatek was taken aback. While this sort of behavior was not uncommon among the other Sith back at the academy on Jabiim, he had hoped it would be different out in the field. He turned round, straightened his posture, and spoke on behalf of the stranger with a bemused look on his face. "Are we Sith, or are we brutes? Sheathe your weapons; save your strength for the challenges that lie ahead."

Vatek realized that, in all likelihood, his pleas fell on deaf ears. This sort of cocky behavior plagued the order, and he hated it with a passion — Sith fighting each other to establish dominance, bearing grudges instead of collaborating. In his mind, there was a time and place for betrayal, and this was hardly it. "I am certain our friend here meant no disrespect and simply tried to offer sensible suggestions."
 
Aden heard some not taking kindly to him giving orders, he cared not, things need to be done, and people needed to do them. He ignored them, as other were doing as asked, but then one of them came storming over to him, a hideous brute of man, he shoved him, and attempted to knock him in on his arse, he didn’t manage it, but he did move him. He then began mouthing of at him, oh dear he thought, oh dear indeed. The person who asked about the Cenotaph about, tried to calm things down, he knew this would be to no avail.

He looked at his possible friend, as others began to form a circle around him. This could only be answered with blood, as That Was The Way of the Sith. He shook his head at the person who spoke up, as if to say don’t bother, your words are lost on him. As the brute began reaching for his lightsaber, he reached into force, first he used it push the guy away from him, hopefully into the floor, and then he Aden pulled his hand tight, in an attempt to pull this sorry excuse for a Sith Acolyte Lightsaber from him, with any luck he would catch it. His oppent was a fool, he should just tried to kill outright, rather the show of force he tried……..​
 
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" Have it ya' wretched Sneak-Thief! "

As if realizing what was going on in an instant the Sith Acolyte squabbling with Aden would allow his opposition to yank the lightsaber from his hand with a Telekinetic grip. Sucking on his teeth in the same moment before spitting at the ground the Sith in question would then appear disgusted outright. Meanwhile the moment Aden would call the lightsaber to his hand, the moment his fingers curled around the foreign hilt....It would register that it was not being held by it's creator, built in/designed fingertip recognition technology along with it requiring to be held in a certain way that would do what exactly?

Simply put the lightsaber hilt would explode with half the force of a typical frag grenade, but enough to take a greedy Sith's hand no doubt. Regardless of what happened the surrounding Sith would all be taken back by surprise, some of the closer ones knocked back by the explosion while others raised cloaks or arms to shield themselves from dust, smoke, and debris.
 
Aden, heard the Acolyte say " Have it ya' wretched Sneak-Thief! " He then somehow realised, not everything appeared, that something said, let it fly by, so he did. Another acolyte grabbed it, and smiled, as he said, "Have it back, and fight pro... Booom!" The lightsaber blew up in his hand, fragments, where everywhere. Aden now looked at his agessor, and said "Oh dear, Oh dear in deed, someone is fethed" As he spoke, he walked towards him, he ignited his lightsaber, and impaled the tip of it in ground for mere effect. He could screams of acolyte, as he closed for the kill.

He decide to monologue, just a little, before he went for the kill. "I do ask you to do jobs, not because it is beneath me, we are all equal in the eyes the confederation, I only ask because I can not do everything." He paused for a breath, as he raised his blade from the ground. As he did he continued "By us doing these tasks, we have a safe place to sleep, we will know the lay of land. Now my understanding Korriban is not safe planet, and it is designed to make us Sith" He then readied his blade to strike the man down, "Oh and yes, we possibly kill each other to make sure weak and stupid are dead, so only strongest and the best prevail!" Then with that, he went to behead the oaf, and end this now!
 
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After the explosion one figure would finally stir, slowly moving through the crowd before becoming a prominent note along the innermost circle of onlookers. With their dark grey cloak whipping in the wind they'd watch for only a few moments longer as the Acolyte Aden spoke so boldly....That was until his own lightsaber was ripped from his hands via The Force, the towering figure bending the Dark Side to their will and outstretching a hand to retrieve Aden's own weapon, deigniting it once it had come into their grasp.

" Acolyte Aden you speak so highly of yourself as if you understand what it is to be a Sith....Yet, you fail to recognize the basic virtue of a Sith.

You will learn quickly.....Now, the Dark Lord has tasked me with leading the group into the old spaceport, forget this rabble and move along. It is time we sink our roots deep here. Oh, and if you wish to question my authority speak so now, loudly, as well as clearly, and give your name.

I, Darth Wowon, do keep a long log of all of those I have taken life from. "

Applying a firm grip on Aden's lightsaber the Duros would lower his arm back to his side, applying a handicap to the young Sith's task now...To continue to operate, but without his lasersword.....
 
Vatek observed the brief scuffle between the acolytes with interest. Quickly shielding himself with the ends of his cloak and averting his eyes from the rising dust that winded forth from the explosion. From the corner of his sight, he noticed something on the cenotaph he hadn't seen before. Vatek took two steps closer and gently brushed aside the accumulated sands.

"Hm... Ah, wait a minute..."

In the background it appeared the duel was winding down as another, more senior Sith stepped forth and launched a volley of words regaling everyone with how great and mighty they were. Something was amiss with the cenotaph, actually it wasn't a cenotaph at all. It wasn't a stele or monument or low wall.

It was a plaque.

"I, Darth Wowon, do keep a long log of all- "

"Hey guys, I figured it out. This place is called Dreshdae."
 
Aden was about to plunged his blade into the acolyte body, but something tugged on his saber. He started to fight for control of it, but it was ripped from his hand. He turned ready to defend himself from a possible attack. Then he saw him, a Duro he was green skinned, and reeked of power.

He spoke his name, and said he was going to learn what it meant to be Sith. He may not know, but he was going to know, he had plans, and they involved becoming Sith. However this Darth Wowon was no Sith, if he was he would let Aden kill the other Acolyte, as all he has done was prolonged the inevitable, one the two acolytes had to die. After listening to Darth Wowon, he bowed his head, and headed out, with the rest of group, but with a his lightsaber, he intentionally stayed near the middle of other Acolytes, so he if something attacked, he could claim one of dead acolyte.

As they moved out he heard the a man shout "Hey guys, I figured it out. This place is called Dreshdae." He, wondered what the heck was a Dreshdae?​
 
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The shuttle landed at-last, ramps opening to reveal naval troopers moving through the space and then forming up into a spearhead formation. The naval troopers brought to this planet's surface were those trained personally by the Lord Admiral himself and between the two shuttles had formed a full platoon of fifty soldiers. These men, however, were in the earlier stages of their training to become something more than naval troopers of the new Sith Confederacy. For now, however, his personal guard would receive some combat experience here on Korriban. The soldiers were soon joined by the leader of the platoon, Lieutenant Commander Jordin Price and the Lord Admiral himself, their boots crunching softly on the soil of Korriban. Both men walked down the side of the formation, sizing up the discipline and presentation of arms from his guard. The majority were equipped with KA74 Blaster Rifles, while ten had been designated sharpshooters and fitted with the DLT-20As and five as heavy weapons operators with DR12 Rocket Launchers. Each member also carried a vibrosword and was practiced in it's use. Once the platoon had formed up, Lieutenant Price wielded his DLT-19x Targeting Longblaster like a surgeon his scalpel, and the imposing Lord Admiral himself, standing at six feet and six inches in height, was at the forefront of the spearhead with his lightsaber held de-activated in his right hand. "Alright now, my comrades. We leave the spaceport to these lot and go to clear out the Valley of The Sith as the behest of Darth Validus. Now, march!"

The platoon headed forwards from the spaceport, leaving it to the others as they moved into the valley, marching for a solid ten minutes before a pack of alchemically-mutated gundarks headed in their direction. The snipers were already earning their keep, shots ringing into the forwardmost of the pack while the rest aimed their rifles and released a chorus of shots. The gundarks brought down, revealed a trio of sith warbeasts that had been chasing them. Activating his lightsaber, Marcus Aurellius released fear into the hearts of the warbeasts causing them to stagger and waver just long enough for the Sith to leap in a light use of telekinesis before bringing the large two-handed lightsaber into the neck of one of the warbeasts. Rockets errupted simultaneously from the heavy weapons operators, slamming into the first warbeast and bringing it down while rifle-fire pestered the other two. Marcus Aurelius began towards the third warbeast, with Price's DLT-19x ringing out and creating a hole in the upper torso of the second one. Operators were meanwhile laboriously and time-consumingly reloading their rocket launchers while the platoon focused fire on the second warbeast.
 
Mission: Anchorpoint
Description: The Dark Lord of The Sith has tasked you with retaking what appears to be an old spaceport and connected town, long abandoned and eroded. First, you'll need to check it out and inspect it before further moves can be made, once this is achieved unsalvageable materials will be wrecked and or removed before bringing in new supplies and forging a new base of operations.
Reward: Renown with the Dark Lord as well as a possible item; Bonus = Training session with the Dark Lord or some equivalent?
Difficulty: EASY
Additional details: During the seemingly easy mission your job will turn MODERATE as you encounter long lost Natives descended into primeval tribals and the small beasts [nothing bear sized or larger though] they control. You have the option to contact the Dark Lord immediately or deal with the situation immediately as you see fit...
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As Remus descended into the atmosphere of the desert or barren planet, whatever it actually was, he could feel the difference from orbit to the planet. Something about the planet had provided him with a sense of unease, of discomfort and but his honed senses he shook his head in a metaphorical way of shaking off the unease. Remus had deployed with a number of freshly minted Sith Army soldiers, he was accompanied by his faithful droid forces that had served with him for several campaigns, including the most recent one on Kalee. He was accompanied by his new cadre of Kaleesh warriors who swore a life debt to him as he ferociously cleansed the Huk forces from areas that Tarkhan Xydaenaar Sonnan and his warrior resided in previously before being pushed way.

The shuttle, as did numerous shuttle, begin to descend on the planets surface and kicked up dust and the like. Remus had removed his officers cap and placed on his crimson helmet, the officers variant of the Conqurer combat armor system. As he placed the helmet on the HUD sprang into life, providing instant closed-network communication, information provided by intelligence and numerous other sources. Remus gripped the Blackscale weapon that he had been gifted closely and the ramp to the shuttle lowered. The sentient Sith Army soldiers clad in their ancient, but now modern Sith armor gleaned in the sandy sunlight of the planet. Weapons readied, the droids following close behind them or by their side. They moved with silent efficiency but the comms were alight with chatter and the same basic line: No current enemy contact.

Remus became keenly aware that the spaceport that they had stumbled upon and the Dark Lord had ordered retaken was in a state of functionality but it would require some work to get it started. This was a quick glance from the outside, Remus could see hidden and sand sunk walkways and metal defenses that had once made up the planets arrival port, it was clearly damaged but the general outline of hangars overseeing a cliff and landing pads could not be mistaken. Remus dispatched a unit to investigate the exterior components of the spaceport.

Remus and his cadre pressed forward.
 
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