Star Wars RP: Dark Council of Resurgence Sith Empire

The man picked up the credit chip.

"Which one do you want to know about?" He asked. "There are couple of such stories making their rounds." he exxplained.

 

As the dark lord of the sith exited the shuttle, he was meet by armed escort and a... probably a man, in charge.

The man kept silent as Maleficius approached him, but the sith could hear his ragged painful breath - enchanced by his mask.

 

"I'm looking for stories about ancient dreadnought named Deep's Terror. It went missing in action and I heard it been seen in this system."

 

"I suppose if it's not already evident to you, perhaps we must." He didn't exactly like the idea of wading into the colony that was some sort of hunting ground in possibly the best case scenario, but perhaps it would be better to get a closer inspection and try to verify whatever being's tactics this was. If it was a mental effect of sorts, he'd probably be fine. The acloytes...well...determining which ones had the best mental strength would also be useful.

Conceding to change course, he still remained wary.

 

Whatever minor curiosity Maleficus had about this person's past he put aside. The person before him was ultimately unimportant. What was important was Maleficus gaining control of the shipyard and its engineers. The Sith needed warships, and the Dark Lord was committed to making sure they were his warships.

"I take it you are here to escort me to meet with your superiors?" Maleficus asked without introducing himself.

 

"Good boy. Now, let's...renegotiate." she smirks, approaching him and focusing her Force Corruption to increase his fear.

 

"Ah, this story." The man nodded as he took the credit cheap. "Yeah, I remember that one. It was told by a young lad. Should be sleeping of in his room with a whore, after he lost his credits yesterday."

 

The three acolytes looked at each other unsure, what to make of dark lords mood.

Finally, they decided to stay silent, as they followed his lead... wherever he decided to lead them.

 

"That depends." The man answered in raspy voice. It was evident his throat was damaged in some way, by the way he spoke. "You can make your case with me... and if it is convincing enough, I shall take you to them." The man said calmly, even as his escort tensed, hands gripping the blasters thighter.

 

Spoiler: corruption

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As the dark sie washed over her, she molded it her hands, before warping it around the nemoidian.

The creature moaned, as his legs gave away under him, the blaster fell from his hands. He started shaking as dark side started - for a lack of better expresion -fucking his mind.

 

Kegrag put one more credit.
"Which room?" He asked and after getting answer, he go find doctor Amajul, to see how her resear go on. And if she didn't fall in some kind of troubles.
"It may teach her some humility." He said smiling to himself.

 

"Shhh... I won't hurt you unless you give me cause to, fishy..." She approaches, projecting her lust into the mix to make him both fear and desire her in equal measure. "We're going to make a deal..." She strokes his cheek. "You're going to sign a contract, giving the forces of Hyvex access to small arms, industrial parts and experts, and vehicles. In return, we'll take on a debt to the Trade Federation, repayable in fifteen years, and support it in the senate once we have a seat. Agree, and I can give you what you desire." Her hand slides around his neck. "Refuse, and I'll give you a death you couldn't even imagine. So, choose - desire, or death?"

 

After a bit of consideration Crystal decided that one of the newer prostitutes would be the best choice. Someone pretty, alone, and desperate. Maybe a wife, maybe a widow, maybe a young and single woman... But most important of all, it had to be a woman with her own place, where the two could be alone, away from prying eyes and undisturbed.

 

"Room 21." THe man said. "Please do keep it clean.

As he walked own the bar, the sith lord found the scientist talking quietly to of the pilots, as the two of them were drinking. They seemed to be quiet immersed in their exchange.

 

Spoiler: persuation

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The man was about to agree, but then he choked.

"The directors will fire me if I don't show some immadiate gain... they might even kill me and get back on the deal!" He exclaimed. "I will agree! But I need something to show to the directors - they are not interested in long term gains!"

 

Kegrag decided it will be better if he won't get into their conversation and he just send by Force signal to Amajul, to finish it and follow him.
"So, do you learn something usefull?" He asked as they go to room 21.

 

As the dark lady was walking, she walked pass a rahether desperate looking woman.

"Hey, baby, want some fun?" She asked as she pulled material of her top so her tits were almost visible.

 

Since the woman is not force sensitive, Kegrag was not subtle about his sign - the scientist suddenly choked on her drink. She finsihed it and bid her goodbye, as she joined the SIth lord... glaring at him.

"I found that the pilot new his her history about the local area - and I might have learned something, if I had time to actually, you know, learn something." She snarked. "Apparently she knew the story of old Sith moving around colonies, scaring everyone as they were searching for something... or someone."

 

"...I will give you a contract for 50% of the planet Va-rum's Tibanna gas production. In exchange, you will arm my people and begin our industrialisation." Isis promises.

 

Even as the Sith promised that, she knew not if her planet even had any of those resources... but the man agreed anyway, riven by greed and fear.