Tales of the Old Republic: The Jedi Lords

[The first Galactic Republic]

For thousands of years there was peace and prosperity in the Republic and the Sith and the various incarnations of their empires hadn't been seen in generations. That was before the defection of a Jedi Master named Phanius, who openly left the order over ideological disagreements but secretly left to pursue dark side lore. He reemerged as Darth Ruin and rallied the isolated Sith clans to his cause. Darth Ruin waged war against the Republic and the Jedi but like so many of his predecessors he was defeated. His arrogance and desire for power lead to him sacrificing many of his followers in battle and they eventually turned on him and struck him down. At that moment however something changed to separate this conflict from the wars of the old Republic. The Sith did not fracture, but they were no longer organized either. They did not have a dark lord but they did not destroy themselves either. Unlike the short sighted empires that preceded them, they put aside personal power and instead devoted all of their resources not to stabbing each other in the back but to destroying the Republic. Thus even without a Dark Lord of the Sith, the war continued.

That was five hundred years ago. Since then these New Sith Wars have consumed the galaxy and driven the Republic to a state of total war repeatedly. The Sith are decentralized. Even if one Sith warlord is defeated the others have not been made any weaker. Thus even with its strength the Republic cannot end the war. Instead the galactic government is collapsing barely able to handle the strain of centuries of conflict. Entire regions of the galaxy descend into lawlessness as neither the Sith or the Republic is strong enough to rule them. Instead the Jedi Order has decided to restore order in these regions of the galaxy directly. Powerful Jedi were given regions to administer and protect. They reported to the Jedi Council instead of the Senate, and they ruled the regions they controlled in what could only be described in a feudal manner. They were bestowed titles and privileges by the citizens they ruled and soon became so powerful they no longer answered to the council on Coruscant but instead to their own council. They became known as the Jedi Lords. They commanded armies loyal to them. They enforced Republic laws as they saw fit. They became the front line of the war in the defense of a failing Republic, and they became law in the parts of the galaxy not controlled by the Sith. They became the dominant figures in the galaxy.

Outside of their control however are various Sith warlords. The conflict has hot and cold periods, at least in the eyes of the Republic. In cold periods the Sith are fighting each other and leave the Republic in relative peace. In hot periods they either team up or are temporarily united under one warlord to attack the Republic and carve out even larger chunks of the galaxy. It has been this way for five centuries and Sith warlords are constantly changing. Sith territory is not stable as the Sith are constantly fighting and forming alliances, then breaking alliances and fighting some more. Relatively organized Sith academies however draw students from all over the galaxy for whatever reason, and the Sith are constantly growing. Other powers in the galaxy include the Hutt Cartel and the Mandalorian Clans; almost as powerful now as they were in the days of Revan and Vitiate.

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Approved List of Planets:
Coruscant
Alderaan
Altihex star system
Korriban
Manaan
Kessel
Nar Shaddaa
Mustafar
Dromund Kaas
Fictional planets personally accepted by OP

More on the way

Rules
1) Only travel to approved planets. Traveling anywhere else can be done but only with OP or co-op approval.
2) Standard RP rules. No godmodding, meta-gaming, cheating, etc.
3) OP is law.

The RP begins on the planet Cyverex in the Altihex star system. All characters must start there but are free to leave.

[The first Galactic Republic]

“You know Jedi! This swamp is dark but they say it gets darker! You can't hide in here forever!”
The Nikto paused and looked around. He heard a noise and turned to look at a ripple in the water, but it was nothing.
“Look we’re not going to pretend that we won't take you prisoner. You've been through a lot. Your Republic force was ambushed and you were one of the only survivors. If you come with us you could be ransomed back to the Republic? Sleep in a warm bed by the end of the week? Better than staying in a swamp. Come on out!”
The Nikto was part of a group of eight men. They were armed with various weaponry and they were looking for a Jedi. Meanwhile in the trees was a shape too large to be any native swamp animal. The shape looked closely at the men as they passed by. They nervously checked every corner of the area. Motion detectors would give her away if she made even the slightest movement. So she was perfectly still. She clutched her lightsabers but she was perfectly still. Unfortunately the Nikto was too observant. Tiny little animals scurried around the base of every tree, except for one. These animals would never go near a bigger creature. So he looked at the one tree the animals were avoiding and then looked up into the branches.
“Gotcha.”
She had no choice. She leaped down and activated her lightsabers; one shining the standard blue of the Jedi and one yellow. She bisected the Nikto and then brought her blades up to deflect two blaster bolts into the chests of those who fired them. A slaver fired at her with a blaster rifle but she deflected all the shots and eventually brought a blaster bolt into the chest of another slaver.
“YOU IDIOT! DON’T USE THOSE AGAINST JEDI EXCEPT AS A LAST RESORT!” the slaver yelled as he threw a grenade. The Jedi spun around and out up a force shield to block the blast, but nothing happened. Instead she felt a horrible pain in her head. When she put her hands on her ears and brought them back they were covered in blood. A sonic grenade. Suddenly the pain became excruciating and she fell to her knees. She screamed in agony but she couldn't even hear herself as a ringing noise obliterated her thoughts. She overcame the pain just enough to look up and see a rifle butt being slammed into her face.

“Ladies and gentlebeings! We have today something very special! You may have heard of them! Rumors, legends, tales. But today we have it right here for you to own! A live, breathing, and very restrained, Jedi Knight!”
The various people that had assembled talked amongst themselves. A Jedi was far out of the price ranges of most of them. They had come to buy slaves for menial tasks or to sell to the Sith or Mandalorians. They didn't make enough money in five years to buy a Jedi.
“The bidding will start at the very generous offer of 50,000 credits. Do I hear a 55,000? 55,000 anyone do I hear a 55,000…

...225,000 credits! The bidding has reached 225,000 credits! Do I hear a 250,000? 250,000 anyone do I hear a 250,000… 250,000! The bidding has reached 250,000 credits!”
The bidding just kept going up and most of the audience wasn't participating. Three groups were continuing the bidding war. One group oddly consisted entirely of droids. They were humanoid and complex, and didn't seem to have a master anywhere around. The other group was a standard looking group of thugs. In fact they stood out because of how generic they looked. The third group was clad in dark clothing and had military grade weapons on their bodyguards. They were obviously Sith, though no one would dare to ask them that directly.

“750,000 credits! The bidding has reached 750,000 credits! Do I hear a 775,000 credits? Anyone? Anyone 775,000 credits?...

going once, going twice, SOLD for 750,000 credits! The living breathing Jedi is now yours. Please come on back so the proper paperwork can be filled.”
The group of Sith got up and exited the audience.
“Alright now on to something the rest of us can afford.”
The audience laughed lightly and prepared for what the auctioneer brought forward for them. Meanwhile a man in a robe looked intently at the Sith as they walked by. The man was strange. From looking at him it was hard to tell if he was a Jedi, or homeless. He stared as the Sith disappeared behind the stage and then got up and took position outside the audience as if waiting for something to happen.

[Parcia]

Ziam Cyrus, courier, blockade runner, ex-sith trained killer?

He brought the Jade Finch out of hyperspace over Cyverex and kicked the sublight engines in, noting a slight whine coming from the port engine manifold. “Damn Rodian jibbed me.” Entering the atmosphere, he idled the engines to lesson his speed and to cut down on fuel. The Jade Finch was a fast ship, a blockade runner and smuggler ship. Being able to outrun just about anything in both real space and hyperspace, it took rather high quality fuel to really get up and go. While the engines slightly sipped fuel in space, unless at max speed, they gulped it in atmosphere. Gliding for as long as he could, he finally kicked the engines up to half speed and circled around the space port.

After getting clearance to land, he set the CRF-156T Fast Courier down in bay 8. Shutting the craft down, he got up out of the pilot’s chair and made sure to log the stop in his navigation computer. Flipping his hood up and over his head, he slipped the package, a set of data packs if he wasn’t mistaken, in to his pocket and opened the exit ramp.
Taking a breath of fresh air, he stepped down and closed it, engaging the bio-lock and walking towards the exit. “This better be worth the trouble.”
Pushing the small button under the hull, the cargo rack slowly dropped down and revealed his pride and joy: His speeder bike, a heavily modified A-24-Z tuned to his liking. Climbing on, he clicked the ignition switch and pumped the throttle pedal twice, bypassing the lock on it and starting the engine.

Felling his pet purr in between his legs, he eased the throttle and slowly eased out of the rack. Hitting the remote button on his comlink, the rack lifted up and locked in to place.
After navigating his way out of the port and entering the open street, he opened up the throttle and headed for the black market.

Walking out of the topcafe, he mounted his bike and took stock. The data pack had netted him 20,000. Not bad for a standard job, enough to cover his fuel. Turning it on, he cruised around the market at low speed. It was the sound of haggling and credits being counted off the drew him to the slave auction.
Parking in an ally off to the side, he walked up to the auction.

The first thing that caught his attention was the women on sale. A Jedi The auctioneer wasn't lying, he could sense her through the force. He could sense her emotions too. It was that that almost made him raise his hand to bid, were it not for the fact he didn't have the credits...nor the real want to. Sure, he felt bad for her, but he didn't feel as if he had to do something. He wasn't a hero.

Seeing the man stare at the group who had bought her, Sith, he stood next to him, sharing his gaze. With out turning, he spoke, "Some one you know?"

[The first Galactic Republic]

Ziam Cyrus, courier, blockade runner, ex-sith trained killer?

He brought the Jade Finch out of hyperspace over Cyverex and kicked the sublight engines in, noting a slight whine coming from the port engine manifold. “Damn Rodian jibbed me.” Entering the atmosphere, he idled the engines to lesson his speed and to cut down on fuel. The Jade Finch was a fast ship, a blockade runner and smuggler ship. Being able to outrun just about anything in both real space and hyperspace, it took rather high quality fuel to really get up and go. While the engines slightly sipped fuel in space, unless at max speed, they gulped it in atmosphere. Gliding for as long as he could, he finally kicked the engines up to half speed and circled around the space port.

After getting clearance to land, he set the CRF-156T Fast Courier down in bay 8. Shutting the craft down, he got up out of the pilot’s chair and made sure to log the stop in his navigation computer. Flipping his hood up and over his head, he slipped the package, a set of data packs if he wasn’t mistaken, in to his pocket and opened the exit ramp.
Taking a breath of fresh air, he stepped down and closed it, engaging the bio-lock and walking towards the exit. “This better be worth the trouble.”
Pushing the small button under the hull, the cargo rack slowly dropped down and revealed his pride and joy: His speeder bike, a heavily modified 74-Z tuned to his liking. Climbing on, he clicked the ignition switch and pumped the throttle pedal twice, bypassing the lock on it and starting the engine.

Felling his pet purr in between his legs, he eased the throttle and slowly eased out of the rack. Hitting the remote button on his comlink, the rack lifted up and locked in to place.
After navigating his way out of the port and entering the open street, he opened up the throttle and headed for the black market.

Walking out of the topcafe, he mounted his bike and took stock. The data pack had netted him 20,000. Not bad for a standard job, enough to cover his fuel. Turning it on, he cruised around the market at low speed. It was the sound of haggling and credits being counted off the drew him to the slave auction.
Parking in an ally off to the side, he walked up to the auction.

The first thing that caught his attention was the women on sale. A Jedi The auctioneer wasn't lying, he could sense her through the force. He could sense her emotions too. It was that that almost made him raise his hand to bid, were it not for the fact he didn't have the credits...nor the real want to. Sure, he felt bad for her, but he didn't feel as if he had to do something. He wasn't a hero.

Seeing the man stare at the group who had bought her, Sith, he stood next to him, sharing his gaze. With out turning, he spoke, "Some one you know?"

The strange man didn't look up. He kept his gaze fixated on the stage, and occasionally at the security.
"No. No one I knew. But someone who does not belong here. That woman. She's a Jedi from Coruscant. Walked through the halls of the Jedi Temple, follows the Jedi Code. An archaic relic this day and age. She was part of a Republic strike force ambushed over this system. 3,000 Republic soldiers, 200 Jedi. Most of the Jedi were killed but some survived. Each and everyone of them is accounted for however. Not all had happy fates but they're all accounted for. Until now though she wasn't."

He spoke with a gruff and serious tone. He was about as cold as the slavers driving their wares. He lifted up his hood to reveal a slightly aged and weathered face, but he wasn't old. His appearance didn't really match his voice. He turned to his visitor.

"Brand Valen. Yeah I'm interested in the Jedi, but I was more interested in seeing who would pay for her. She had quite a demand, if not a broad range of buyers. What brings you here?"

[Parcia]

Ziam Cyrus, courier, blockade runner, ex-sith trained killer?

He brought the Jade Finch out of hyperspace over Cyverex and kicked the sublight engines in, noting a slight whine coming from the port engine manifold. “Damn Rodian jibbed me.” Entering the atmosphere, he idled the engines to lesson his speed and to cut down on fuel. The Jade Finch was a fast ship, a blockade runner and smuggler ship. Being able to outrun just about anything in both real space and hyperspace, it took rather high quality fuel to really get up and go. While the engines slightly sipped fuel in space, unless at max speed, they gulped it in atmosphere. Gliding for as long as he could, he finally kicked the engines up to half speed and circled around the space port.

After getting clearance to land, he set the CRF-156T Fast Courier down in bay 8. Shutting the craft down, he got up out of the pilot’s chair and made sure to log the stop in his navigation computer. Flipping his hood up and over his head, he slipped the package, a set of data packs if he wasn’t mistaken, in to his pocket and opened the exit ramp.
Taking a breath of fresh air, he stepped down and closed it, engaging the bio-lock and walking towards the exit. “This better be worth the trouble.”
Pushing the small button under the hull, the cargo rack slowly dropped down and revealed his pride and joy: His speeder bike, a heavily modified 74-Z tuned to his liking. Climbing on, he clicked the ignition switch and pumped the throttle pedal twice, bypassing the lock on it and starting the engine.

Felling his pet purr in between his legs, he eased the throttle and slowly eased out of the rack. Hitting the remote button on his comlink, the rack lifted up and locked in to place.
After navigating his way out of the port and entering the open street, he opened up the throttle and headed for the black market.

Walking out of the topcafe, he mounted his bike and took stock. The data pack had netted him 20,000. Not bad for a standard job, enough to cover his fuel. Turning it on, he cruised around the market at low speed. It was the sound of haggling and credits being counted off the drew him to the slave auction.
Parking in an ally off to the side, he walked up to the auction.

The first thing that caught his attention was the women on sale. A Jedi The auctioneer wasn't lying, he could sense her through the force. He could sense her emotions too. It was that that almost made him raise his hand to bid, were it not for the fact he didn't have the credits...nor the real want to. Sure, he felt bad for her, but he didn't feel as if he had to do something. He wasn't a hero.

Seeing the man stare at the group who had bought her, Sith, he stood next to him, sharing his gaze. With out turning, he spoke, "Some one you know?"

The strange man didn't look up. He kept his gaze fixated on the stage, and occasionally at the security.
"No. No one I knew. But someone who does not belong here. That woman. She's a Jedi from Coruscant. Walked through the halls of the Jedi Temple, follows the Jedi Code. An archaic relic this day and age. She was part of a Republic strike force ambushed over this system. 3,000 Republic soldiers, 200 Jedi. Most of the Jedi were killed but some survived. Each and everyone of them is accounted for however. Not all had happy fates but they're all accounted for. Until now though she wasn't."

He spoke with a gruff and serious tone. He was about as cold as the slavers driving their wares. He lifted up his hood to reveal a slightly aged and weathered face, but he wasn't old. His appearance didn't really match his voice. He turned to his visitor.

"Brand Valen. Yeah I'm interested in the Jedi, but I was more interested in seeing who would pay for her. She had quite a demand, if not a broad range of buyers. What brings you here?"

He returned the mans look. "Ziam Cyrus, im here on business, though unrelated to this." He would note the other sith moving through out the crowd. "Tis a shame to see such a girl sold of to the...less then reputable persons over there." He would motion to the Sith party. "It seems to me that they almost expect something to go down."

[The first Galactic Republic]

He returned the mans look. "Ziam Cyrus, im here on business, though unrelated to this." He would note the other sith moving through out the crowd. "Tis a shame to see such a girl sold of to the...less then reputable persons over there." He would motion to the Sith party. "It seems to me that they almost expect something to go down."

"The Sith are in control of this system. Not officially but practically. It's only a matter of time before they move the bulk of their fleets in. But what are they waiting for."
Valen turned to Ziam Cyrus.
"I have a theory. But I need to test it. Sure Jedi slaves are in high demand among the Sith but why here? Why now? I need to figure out why they want her, and I also need to figure out why the other groups want her."

He paused for a long time, thinking things over.

"Yes the threads of prophecy begin here. This is the day I've waited so long for I know it. I'm breaking her out."

He then suddenly turned back to Ziam Cyrus having forgotten he was there.
"Forgive me I didn't mean to bore you. I'm sure you have business to get to. In fact forget I said anything. Breaking out Jedi isn't your business."

[Imperial Xenon]

Watching The Slave Trade

As Jeran Serat walked, he'd quietly stand in the back of the large auctioneer building. As the Jedi was sold, Jeran in his outfit and Kaleesh mask, would keep his saber hilts hidden from sight. Silently watching he'd prepare to move if forced to. His mission, at first was to investigate what happened to a Jedi not too far from this area. To bring her in for questioning to the council. As the Sith won the auction, walking off with her, Jeran would mask his identity with the force. In the event there was Sith there, already looking for extra jedi. With his eyes scanning the area, he'd begin to silently move, in order to see if he could manage to get a glimpse of the Sith and see if they were force wielders, or normal soldier. I better be able to get out of this okay, to report my findings to the council. Jeran thought, as he walked past a man that looked to be homeless, but could also be a Jedi. He'd glance at him as he passed, wondering what the old man was doing, just standing there for. When he overheard tjeir conversation hearing the man's name, Ziam Cyrus. He'd take a hidden position, nearby within ear-reach as the two groups of men conversed.

[Parcia]

He returned the mans look. "Ziam Cyrus, im here on business, though unrelated to this." He would note the other sith moving through out the crowd. "Tis a shame to see such a girl sold of to the...less then reputable persons over there." He would motion to the Sith party. "It seems to me that they almost expect something to go down."

"The Sith are in control of this system. Not officially but practically. It's only a matter of time before they move the bulk of their fleets in. But what are they waiting for."
Valen turned to Ziam Cyrus.
"I have a theory. But I need to test it. Sure Jedi slaves are in high demand among the Sith but why here? Why now? I need to figure out why they want her, and I also need to figure out why the other groups want her."

He paused for a long time, thinking things over.

"Yes the threads of prophecy begin here. This is the day I've waited so long for I know it. I'm breaking her out."

He then suddenly turned back to Ziam Cyrus having forgotten he was there.
"Forgive me I didn't mean to bore you. I'm sure you have business to get to. In fact forget I said anything. Breaking out Jedi isn't your business."

He would smile, a gleam showing in his green eyes. "Well, my business here is...closed for the time being." He would size the man up. "Besides, im intrigued and seeing as I quite frankly have nothing better to do, I guess I could offer my services." Folding his arms across his chest, it would appear to be a simple gesture, but to some one, say right in font of him, the vary subtle movement of his hand unclicking his blaster holster could just be made out. "Im in the mood for some fun as it is, so please, go on."

[The first Galactic Republic]

"The Sith are in control of this system. Not officially but practically. It's only a matter of time before they move the bulk of their fleets in. But what are they waiting for."
Valen turned to Ziam Cyrus.
"I have a theory. But I need to test it. Sure Jedi slaves are in high demand among the Sith but why here? Why now? I need to figure out why they want her, and I also need to figure out why the other groups want her."

He paused for a long time, thinking things over.

"Yes the threads of prophecy begin here. This is the day I've waited so long for I know it. I'm breaking her out."

He then suddenly turned back to Ziam Cyrus having forgotten he was there.
"Forgive me I didn't mean to bore you. I'm sure you have business to get to. In fact forget I said anything. Breaking out Jedi isn't your business."

He would smile, a gleam showing in his green eyes. "Well, my business here is...closed for the time being." He would size the man up. "Besides, im intrigued and seeing as I quite frankly have nothing better to do, I guess I could offer my services." Folding his arms across his chest, it would appear to be a simple gesture, but to some one, say right in font of him, the vary subtle movement of his hand unclicking his blaster holster could just be made out. "Im in the mood for some fun as it is, so please, go on."

"Any fun to be had in politics and war fades very quickly. That's what this is, not a rescue mission but a social experiment. The gears of history turn in the Sith's favor. They control this, they want something to happen, she is the key to finding out what. Of course what do I know? I could just be a raving man high off whatever concoction they were selling in the street vendors. I definitely don't have much in the way of funds and there definitely won't be any fun, not here. I'll wait for her to be transported. She'll be taken back to her holding cell, certainly kept separate from the other slaves, before being moved off world by the Sith. That's the plan.

Can't blame you for going your own way now, but if you really do want to be involved you'll meet me about 25km south from here in about four hours. We'll go separately. That's where they keep the slaves. Start something right now and I'm walking away."

The man turned and exited the market.

"Well I'm walking anyways, but I won't help you. Hell you know what I meant."

[Ism]

The Umbra IV dropped out of hyperspace near Cyverex, and set itself in a low orbit around the planet. Upon receiving confirmation that his private hangar was prepared, Koja the Hutt and his entourage flew a shuttle down to planet. There was an auction to be enjoyed, and Koja did love a good bidding war. Sadly due to a former underling's incompetence, they had arrived late, Koja only hoped he would not miss anything exciting.

Upon leaving the hangar, Koja and company made their way to the auction site. Koja was glad his landspeeder was functioning, his last visit here had seen him have to move on the streets with his inferiors. He had never been more embarrassed. Now, however, he could relax during the trip. He was glad for the reprieve, business had been facing some troubles lately, from new rivals to more of those foolish Jedi interfering in his work. Hopefully this vacation would be just what he needed.

Koja entered in time to see the Jedi sold off, and he did his best to hold back hi anger. He would certainly make the fool responsible for this pay when he returned to his ship. Of course, buying at these auctions was not the only thing to do. Indeed, one could meet contacts and make allies. And enemies of course. It looked to early for much of that to be going on though, however Koja noticed two people seperated from the main group. Intrigued, Koja waved off his entourage and made his way to these two. As he arrived, one of the pair. Onehad begun to leave, but Koja intercepted him.

"Vah rcisah can to ch'at'obart bah to ch'imarco Koja to Vot. Ber ch'ah, veo cart veo ch'akasi cseah s?" He asked him in his native Huttese. He understood and spoke basic, but he was testing these two, to see what this man knew.

OOC: "You stand in the presence of the majestic Koja the Hutt. Tell me, what is your business here?" Is what he said.

[Scienticia]

The doors of the capital city museum burst open, and a dozen troopers burst in, beginning to shoot at any and all people there. Once all people were dead a tall man walked in, a cloak billowing behind him. He looked towards the men and nodded. The marched up behind him, in a four person wide line. They all walked towards the back of the museum.

He kicked open the door and walked toward the glass cases, he chuckled as he pulled out his lightsaber and sliced open the locks. He whistled and his men came up, grabbing the artifacts. When all the artifacts were taken he whistled again and the group once again began to march towards their awaiting ships.

As the shifts lifted off, the man in the cloak settled into his chair and took off his helmet. He whispered quietly to the closed boxes, "Finally my lord, I have you."

The police searched the museum, finding no trace. The head officer walked up to an investigator and asked what was stolen, the investigator shook his head and responded "the exhibit on Darth Revan, containing almost all of his remaining artifacts, everything was taken, we have yet to see who did it."

[The first Galactic Republic]

The Umbra IV dropped out of hyperspace near Cyverex, and set itself in a low orbit around the planet. Upon receiving confirmation that his private hangar was prepared, Koja the Hutt and his entourage flew a shuttle down to planet. There was an auction to be enjoyed, and Koja did love a good bidding war. Sadly due to a former underling's incompetence, they had arrived late, Koja only hoped he would not miss anything exciting.

Upon leaving the hangar, Koja and company made their way to the auction site. Koja was glad his landspeeder was functioning, his last visit here had seen him have to move on the streets with his inferiors. He had never been more embarrassed. Now, however, he could relax during the trip. He was glad for the reprieve, business had been facing some troubles lately, from new rivals to more of those foolish Jedi interfering in his work. Hopefully this vacation would be just what he needed.

Koja entered in time to see the Jedi sold off, and he did his best to hold back hi anger. He would certainly make the fool responsible for this pay when he returned to his ship. Of course, buying at these auctions was not the only thing to do. Indeed, one could meet contacts and make allies. And enemies of course. It looked to early for much of that to be going on though, however Koja noticed two people seperated from the main group. Intrigued, Koja waved off his entourage and made his way to these two. As he arrived, one of the pair. Onehad begun to leave, but Koja intercepted him.

"Vah rcisah can to ch'at'obart bah to ch'imarco Koja to Vot. Ber ch'ah, veo cart veo ch'akasi cseah s?" He asked him in his native Huttese. He understood and spoke basic, but he was testing these two, to see what this man knew.

OOC: "You stand in the presence of the majestic Koja the Hutt. Tell me, what is your business here?" Is what he said.

Brand Valen understood many languages but he could not speak most of them. If he wanted to he could use the force to push basic into the Hutt's mind, but he didn't want to give away his abilities yet. He just had to hope the Hutt understood basic, but he probably did given the location.
"I'm just a simple man browsing the wares. Nothing I could afford of course."
He glanced back at the auction. It was still going on selling Twi'lek women and Republic POWs. None fetched a price greater than 50,000 credits.
"You seem a bit disappointed. Expecting to buy something more uncommon?"

[Parcia]

Watching as the Twi'leks came on sale, he contemplated buying one if not to have a good night and send her on her way to freedom in the morning.

Seeing the large mass that was the Hutt come in to the room made his skin crawl ever so lightly. I owe this jack ass a large some of credits if I remember correctly. Pulling his hood low, he kept his blaster ready to draw as he made for the door.

One problem stood out to him, the Hutts goons had the place well canvased, making it all the harder to slip out unless he...
No, not here, not so close to the Sith

[Imperial Xenon]

The Umbra IV dropped out of hyperspace near Cyverex, and set itself in a low orbit around the planet. Upon receiving confirmation that his private hangar was prepared, Koja the Hutt and his entourage flew a shuttle down to planet. There was an auction to be enjoyed, and Koja did love a good bidding war. Sadly due to a former underling's incompetence, they had arrived late, Koja only hoped he would not miss anything exciting.

Upon leaving the hangar, Koja and company made their way to the auction site. Koja was glad his landspeeder was functioning, his last visit here had seen him have to move on the streets with his inferiors. He had never been more embarrassed. Now, however, he could relax during the trip. He was glad for the reprieve, business had been facing some troubles lately, from new rivals to more of those foolish Jedi interfering in his work. Hopefully this vacation would be just what he needed.

Koja entered in time to see the Jedi sold off, and he did his best to hold back hi anger. He would certainly make the fool responsible for this pay when he returned to his ship. Of course, buying at these auctions was not the only thing to do. Indeed, one could meet contacts and make allies. And enemies of course. It looked to early for much of that to be going on though, however Koja noticed two people seperated from the main group. Intrigued, Koja waved off his entourage and made his way to these two. As he arrived, one of the pair. Onehad begun to leave, but Koja intercepted him.

"Vah rcisah can to ch'at'obart bah to ch'imarco Koja to Vot. Ber ch'ah, veo cart veo ch'akasi cseah s?" He asked him in his native Huttese. He understood and spoke basic, but he was testing these two, to see what this man knew.

OOC: "You stand in the presence of the majestic Koja the Hutt. Tell me, what is your business here?" Is what he said.

Brand Valen understood many languages but he could not speak most of them. If he wanted to he could use the force to push basic into the Hutt's mind, but he didn't want to give away his abilities yet. He just had to hope the Hutt understood basic, but he probably did given the location.
"I'm just a simple man browsing the wares. Nothing I could afford of course."
He glanced back at the auction. It was still going on selling Twi'lek women and Republic POWs. None fetched a price greater than 50,000 credits.
"You seem a bit disappointed. Expecting to buy something more uncommon?"

Jeran, hearing about the job breaking the Jedi out. Would make himself known, walking out of the shadows. He'd approach the group talking to the hutt. Speaking to Brand Valen. "I heard you were doing a mission to help that Jedi escape, what would you say to letting me tag along? You could say I have experience fighting and killing Jedi and Sith. If need be, I can help you out, I used to have vibroblades, but as part of my trophies for killing a Jedi and Sith I've acquired some grhoped weapons. So what do you say? I can hold my own in combat situations and I know how to deal with force wielders."

Jeran hoped that he'd be able to convince the bounty hunter and crime lord to let him follow. He'd wait, preparing to take action if things suddenly turned against him and he needed to use self-defense to protect himself.

[Ism]

Brand Valen understood many languages but he could not speak most of them. If he wanted to he could use the force to push basic into the Hutt's mind, but he didn't want to give away his abilities yet. He just had to hope the Hutt understood basic, but he probably did given the location.
"I'm just a simple man browsing the wares. Nothing I could afford of course."
He glanced back at the auction. It was still going on selling Twi'lek women and Republic POWs. None fetched a price greater than 50,000 credits.
"You seem a bit disappointed. Expecting to buy something more uncommon?"

He did not seem to know Huttese. Or he did and was smart enough to keep it hidden. Time would tell.

"I am Koja the Hutt, simple one. Yes, I missed the chance to acquire a Jedi, for a steal of a price it would seem. Bah, these others would barely be worth the cost, much cheaper and stronger in other markets. But a Jedi? Ah, the exotic nature of the Jedi alone makes them valuable. But I suppose I must lower my expectations no? Such is the way of the business."

[The first Galactic Republic]

Brand Valen understood many languages but he could not speak most of them. If he wanted to he could use the force to push basic into the Hutt's mind, but he didn't want to give away his abilities yet. He just had to hope the Hutt understood basic, but he probably did given the location.
"I'm just a simple man browsing the wares. Nothing I could afford of course."
He glanced back at the auction. It was still going on selling Twi'lek women and Republic POWs. None fetched a price greater than 50,000 credits.
"You seem a bit disappointed. Expecting to buy something more uncommon?"

He did not seem to know Huttese. Or he did and was smart enough to keep it hidden. Time would tell.

"I am Koja the Hutt, simple one. Yes, I missed the chance to acquire a Jedi, for a steal of a price it would seem. Bah, these others would barely be worth the cost, much cheaper and stronger in other markets. But a Jedi? Ah, the exotic nature of the Jedi alone makes them valuable. But I suppose I must lower my expectations no? Such is the way of the business."

"Ah yes, many reasons to own a Jedi. I know people who would spend their life savings to own a Jedi, just to lynch them and leave their lifeless body hanging off a skyscraper. The depth of some people's hatred for force-sensitives knows no bounds.

With all due respect what does I assume a prestigious Hutt like you want with a slob like me?"

[Ism]

"Ah yes, many reasons to own a Jedi. I know people who would spend their life savings to own a Jedi, just to lynch them and leave their lifeless body hanging off a skyscraper. The depth of some people's hatred for force-sensitives knows no bounds.

With all due respect what does I assume a prestigious Hutt like you want with a slob like me?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I had wanted to know what you and that other fellow were talking about." Koja turned to see if he was still there, though now he seemed to be talking with someone else. "Well he certainly is popular today. Back to my purpose here, what were you two talking about?"

[The Olog-Hai]

He was coming in hot, they were on his tail. He had a couple of fighters on his tail. This was the sort of thing he had prepared for, really. He knew it was an eventuality that someone would find him, as he had decided to not waste his money on a stealth field and the upkeep, but rather on much cheaper weapons and the upkeep for them. They had proven useful in a lot of other situations too. And his customized hyperdrive, that let him outrun most fleets in the long term. Especially those slow, slow capital ships. They couldn't move fast at all. But these were pretty new fighters. They were fast over short range, and he needed to stop soon.
So he did. He jumped out of hyperspace, into the Altihex star system. Actually a good place to sell of what he had. One of the planets, Cyverex, had a burgeoning black market. Perfect place to sell the spices and arms he had gotten past all those blockades. As the fighters, interceptors these were, jumped out of hyperspace, he spun his clunky freighter around faster than they would have though possible, and came to a dead halt. They stopped, too. They hadn't expected his ship, an antique by this point, to have what it did. More than a few extra weapons systems, boosted shields, and some missle defense systems. Nothing big, but much more than enough to scare the shit out of the fighter pilots before they got blown into oblivion.
It's their fault for chasing me, he though, as he opened fire with his laser cannons. As soon as the fighters were dealt with, and he sure no one was on his tail, he proceeded towards Cyverex, to find a buyer. This hadn't been a contract job; he hadn't found anyone big willing to pay. But he could sell off the weapons in smaller numbers, and for more money. In total, it was worth the risk of not finding a buyer.
As soon as he landed, he collected some of his usual deal. He wrapped his rifle in the camp cloth and slung it on his back, and stuck his pistol and vibroblade through his belt. With that, he set out towards the black market.
When he arrived, he began hunting for a buyer or two. But he heard a commotion coming from a building nearby. It was an auction house, for slaves. Not much interesting on the schedule it seemed, some Republic captives, and the usual batch. There was a Jedi on the list, too, though. He didn't know what that was about, but those weren't his sorts of matters. He didn't care about that. Maybe he could buy one of the slaves with his profits from this run, one with some military training and able to give him a hand on his ships.
So, he entered the auction house, an imposing, tall, blue, winged figure.

[The first Galactic Republic]

"Ah yes, many reasons to own a Jedi. I know people who would spend their life savings to own a Jedi, just to lynch them and leave their lifeless body hanging off a skyscraper. The depth of some people's hatred for force-sensitives knows no bounds.

With all due respect what does I assume a prestigious Hutt like you want with a slob like me?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I had wanted to know what you and that other fellow were talking about." Koja turned to see if he was still there, though now he seemed to be talking with someone else. "Well he certainly is popular today. Back to my purpose here, what were you two talking about?"

"Only the standard talk of the common folk. Complaining about things we can't afford and the Sith and the Republic and all that. Really though I must be going. Was there something else you needed?"

[Ism]

"Only the standard talk of the common folk. Complaining about things we can't afford and the Sith and the Republic and all that. Really though I must be going. Was there something else you needed?"

"Ho ho ho hoooo!" Koja boomed, rather amused at the man in front of him. Not many, after all, would have the nerves to lie right to a hutt's face. Koja, at least, could say he was impressed. "You know, I have done business with the greatest liars, cheats and cons for for 5 centuries. Do you want to try that again?"

[Pantorrum]

Darth Vigate

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The Oppressor dropped out of light speed over the planet down below. It was a modest world, one that was the target of Vigate's mission. He had been sent by Darth Terinus to secretly run into Koja the Hutt, who the Dark Lord had learned would be on Cyverex for the auction of slaves. Vigate was to, in person, discuss the apprehension of a new force of ships.
The Sith Imperium required a force of more mobile ships, something that could be faster and compete with the smaller Republic vessels in the arena of speed and versatility. They specifically wanted the powerful crime lord to obtain 6 Terminus Class Destroyers for their use in Darth Terinus' plot to cut of the Perlemian Trade Route. It was a plot long in the making that would help Terinus conquer the Outer Rim territories that were depend on trade along the Perlemian.
In order to invade the target world, faster ships may be needed to out manuever the defenses there and conquer the planet. The plot was really quite genius, as the trade route was the only main route running through that quadrant. Control of it would be vital in securing the region Terinus' had set his eyes on, and stopping shipments to the Core would help bring the Republic to its knees.
Of course it would be some time before this plot came to its beginning, but for now preparations were being made.
Aside from that initial mission, he was also sent to purchase as many people as possible for training as Sith Troopers, the main force of the Sith Imperium.

As the ship arrived over the System, no authorities or security vessels arrived to escort. The ship simply descended into the atmosphere, making its way to seemingly hover above an outer district of one of the planets cities. It remained almost 2 miles off the ground, rather high in the sky above.
Vigate had made his way to the ships hanger where he quickly walked onto an Imperial Assault Shuttle. As he boarded, 2 Sith Warriors and 8 Sith Troopers boarded behind him, followed at last by a pilot who quickly took the ships small cockpit.
The ship started with ease, and rose up several feet off the ground. The large shuttle loomed in the air for a brief second before quickly moving from the Hanger and into open space.
As the ship descended through the planets atmosphere, it lurched a little from side to side due to the turbulence of the sky that particular day.
Vigate reflected on his past, noting the changes which had occurred. He had no recollection of ever being a Jedi, but he did remember the Sith Academy he attended. They were harsh, teaching him the ways of the Dark Side. He learned to channel his hate into power, to direct it on his enemy. He learned the art of the saber personally from Darth Terinus. He was grateful to have been brought up as a prominent Sith, but had so many question. Where did he come from? Who were his parents? He wasn't made a student at an Academy. He had to of come from somewhere, but that he didn't know. The internal turmoil brought him to consult in Darth Terinus, who had given him sound advice.
Your internal turmoil, the concerns you have, turn them into hate. You have turned them into anger and sadness, and they have made you powerful. If you knew where you came from, if you knew who you were, the source of your anger would vanish. He tried to heed the advice, but the turmoil still tormented him. Of course, he supposed, that was the point. And, indeed, it made him strong. Sometimes, though, he wondered if it was all worth it.
The ship soon touched down in a designated landing area, and he walked out with authority as he paced forward with even steps. He was flanked on either side by the two other Sith, and followed by the troops. When he reached the atmospheric shuttle that would ferry them to the auction, he stopped and turned sharply. Raising his hand, he pointed back at the shuttle. His voice was dark and piercing, every word sharply expressed.
"You, go back to the shuttle and take 4 troopers with you. Wait for me to return and guard the ship." He looked at the other one.
"And you will come with me. Bring the rest of the Troopers. You will not say a word and you will keep your distance from my conversation."
The boarded the shuttle and it took off for the auction place.

[The Imperium Empires]

Guriva
The darkness of the planet was depressing in many ways with little to no life on it. Though this world had more secrets to it than one might think. Three medium sized vessels jumped out of hyper space carrying the symbol of the Black Hand Syndicate. They were one of the most feared crime syndicates in the galaxy. Thousands of deaths on their hand and capturing there leader could make any sentient being rich.

On the largest of the three vessel was the legendary Black Hand leader Arkius. A former Jedi knight he abandoned the order after the death of his master. He was cold and ruthless and very few were even able to contact him. For when you see him you don't live to tell the tail.

On the bridge Arkius looked out the window to see Guriva. " Men get the ships ready for landing this cargo were holding is worth millions of credits and if we lose it everyone in this room loses there head". Activating his lightsaber to show them he wasn't kidding.

Second in command Doko a middle aged Weequay ran up to him " Sir those Umbranauts are causing us a very big problem and we can't even get any ships in those sectors with out them being blown up". " It is of no use to us and anyway we have bigger Wampas to fry".

The ships came into a landing where a large fortress was standing surrounded by shipping docks and large warehouses and people everywhere. Opening the door Arkius walked out and could smell the dampness of the planet. Turning his head to see a cage of this creature that very few have ever even heard about. "Woks is that what they call you, your gonna make me rich". Leaving the cage he took his speeder to the large fortress in which to plan his next move.

[Parcia]

The situation was starting to look bleak, at least by his standards. With Hutt Goons around the area, he received a message from Fel, his contact. He clicked and the raven haired human women would materialize from the holoprojector built in to the comlink. "Just a tip, Z, multiple Black syndicate and umbrinaught ships just jumped in system, as well as a Sith fleet."

He talked softly to avoid attention. "Oh really, now you tell me! you need to get your sources up to date, the damn Cartel is here too, Koja him self is here." Her eyes widened. "Well damn Z, I recommend you bolt." His tone turned from urgency to sarcasm. "Well Gee, why didn't I think of that, oh wait, I still have stuff to do here!" His last statement was louder the he meant it to be, and he could see multiple heads turn towards him.

He heard some one, one of the Hutt's Goons, point him out. "Hey boss, isn't that the guy!"

His face went deadpan, "Gonna haft to let you go, Fel." He ended the call and straightened up.

[The first Galactic Republic]

"Only the standard talk of the common folk. Complaining about things we can't afford and the Sith and the Republic and all that. Really though I must be going. Was there something else you needed?"

"Ho ho ho hoooo!" Koja boomed, rather amused at the man in front of him. Not many, after all, would have the nerves to lie right to a hutt's face. Koja, at least, could say he was impressed. "You know, I have done business with the greatest liars, cheats and cons for for 5 centuries. Do you want to try that again?"

"Let me ask you something. Man comes into a slave auction and can't afford anything. What do ou think he's doing?"

[New Rob Halfordia]

In the stone corridors of an ancient temple, who's home was a desolate desert planet in the outer rim, a group of Jedi walked alone, searching for a target who's name alone could inspire an entire army to lay down their arms in fear. A Sith Lord with such raw power, that his presence alone is said to be able to cause a planet's surface to slowly deteriorate, as the dark side emanates from his being. While his real name has long since been unknown, the man who once bore it no longer exists, and has given in to not a mortal, not a god, but a concept. The concept of Carnage.

Their lightsabers were ignited, their wills steeled as they prepared for a battle that took six of them to even have a chance of winning. Suddenly, however, the torches in the corridor were blown out by a stiff breeze, one that couldn't have possibly come from outside. In darkness, only the lightsabers produced light, their illumination spreading only a few feet, leaving large swaths of darkened area.

All of a sudden, metallic footsteps filled the silence. As they grew closer, the Jedi formed a defensive circle, leaving no angle unprotected. Even though the Sith Lord's movement would be restricted in the corridor, the Jedi knew he wouldn't fight them if he didn't believe he could win. That when from the darkness, just ahead of them, a red saber lit, massive in size, and illuminating the an imposing figure, well over seven and a half feet tall. "Jedi." the figure bellowed, lifting his lightsaber and pointing it towards them, "There is no doubt in my mind you have come here under the false belief that you are hunting me. This could not be less accurate. Perhaps you were hunting me at some point, but, as soon as I sensed you on this planet, it stopped being a hunt. No... is has become more reminiscent of an angry God, pushing his wrath upon deserving wretches. I ask you, Jedi. What does a god do when he is angry?"

It happened incredibly fast, as one of the Jedi fell. Carnage had made his way down the corridor with immense speed, catching the young Jedi by surprise as his chest was slashed open. Carnage lowered his lightsaber to his side as the other Jedi jumped backwards, preparing to better defend against the next attack. The Sith Lord lifted his hand, "I will tell you what an angry god does."

"He smites."

Carnage lifted his hand, pointing it towards the group of now five Jedi, "Let's get some air, it's rather cramped in here."

One of the Jedi called out to brace, but was muffled as a massive blast of force energy sent them flying backwards through the corridor, with few things to grab on to. There was nothing they could do as they were blasted into the desert valley, filled with temple ruins and plateaus. The pulse scattered the group, as the door to the temple acted like a shotgun barrel, sending them flying in different directions.

Carnage, however, briskly walked out of the temple, twirling his large claymore esque lightsaber as he did. One younger Jedi, just outside of the temple entrance, attempting to get up, getting on hand and knees as the Sith Lord. Deploying her lightsaber, she stumbled to her feet. Carnage lifted his left hand, causing the blade to be ripped from the disoriented young Jedi's hand. A look of fear adorned her face as the hulking warrior drew closer. But when she tried to turn and run, she found her feet would not move, as if they were bolted to the ground. Carnage moved his lightsaber to his left hand as he drew closer, pulling back his fist and releasing his grip on the girl's feet. The punch that he unleashed not only sprayed blood through the air and across the ground, but also created a bloodcurdling crack as the young girl's jaw was practically shattered. As she laid on the sun bleached dirt, blood pooling around her face, Carnage simply delivered one slash to her throat, casually walking as he did.

The four remaining Jedi, two Knights, two Masters, gathered themselves and held their ground. Carnage halted as they did, looking around at the scattered Jedi, "The Light Side has betrayed you all." he said, taunting them with what was appearing to be a startling truth, "But don't blame it for your deaths about to come. Even if you harnessed the Dark Side..."

"You'd still be no match for me."