Hunting The Cursed

High Mage Serratus

Serratus tilted his head to the side and untangled two dreadlocks which had become intertwined.

"I can live with Praxeum's proposal. Is there an armoury on board, Supreme Commander? I need to rearm and possibly resuit for a stealth mission. A cloak and staff aren't all that subtle."
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

Supreme Commander Alor

"High Mage, did you just ask if there was an armory aboard an Imperial Warship?" Marix couldn't help but smile. Sometimes people forgot about the actual purpose of the Navy and Army, but they were usually quickly reminded. "Ask your squad when you wish to go there, they will lead you, and help with the selection." Turning his attention back to the matter on hand. "Now then. Prophet Crozeus, I would like to ask you to use the Prophet's databases to search for any information on this rogue Admiral, and if anything if deemed important, to have it brought to my information. Serratus, if you you, a list of planets in the area that would present good locations for him to hide or attack. Ryuzaki, you will need to report to the Quad for excerises with the rest of the troopers. Marius, I believe you have a ship that needs looking after. Any questions on that?"
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Once known as Darth Marix

High Mage Serratus

Serratus acknowledged Marix's smile with one of his own.

"Well, there is a certain difference between an armoury as the average person would put it and an armoury as I would put it."

Serratus's interest and skill in a variety of exotic weapons, including several of his own design was well-known. At Marix's offer for questions, Serratus brushed a dreadlock out of his face before making his query known.

"I'll need a map of Relgor's warpath, as an aid to the list of planets."
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus nodded. "Certainly, I will search now."

He pulled out his personal computer and accessed the Church's expansive database. His computer was restricted for his use only - should anyone else attempt to use it it would lock itself down.

"Reglor... Reglor... Ah, here we go. Sith Admiral, distinguished in combat... possible connection to the Force, not deemed worthy of investigation... he is very shaken up about his wife, which is why he was sent back in the first place." Crozeus paused, thinking. He looked for a picture of Reglor with his wife and found many. Centering in on his wife he made the image full-screen and studied it intently. Then he placed the computer down and stood up, standing in open space and stretching his arms wide. His face contorted into a look of intense concentration.

The first thing that happened to him was that he shrunk several inches. His figure became slimmer, the muscles receding. His hair grew and became lighter until it was blonde. His face twsited into a whole other profile.

"I think this will give us an edge, Supreme Commander," said Darth Reglor's wife.
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Supreme Commander Alor

"Very good, Prophet. I am sure we can use that to pour advantage. But it could also be our weakness. It may incite him to a greater anger than we would have regularly." He made a few notes on his datapad and then turned to Serratus, "You will have the information you need on the console in your quarters when you arrive there. The team that escorts you will have the password. And I think you will find the armory on board my personal Star Destroyer quite adequate for your needs, of course there are no historical weapons, but what does work well you will find there."

With that Marix left, headed back to his quarters for a few hours of respite. One could survive without sleep by using the Force, but why waste his energy and mind now, when he could sleep and be refreshed without tapping into the Force.
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Once known as Darth Marix

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus had returned to his ordinary form. He could not hold one form for any longer than a minute without collapsing - one minute fifteen was his record. It was incredibly hard to do, and he followed Marix out and headed to his own quarters to rest. He would use it to distract Reglor, giving his allies time to move in and apprehend him. He doubted he could do more than that... yet.
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High Mage Serratus

A couple of hours later, Serratus had compiled the list, in order of priority, and codenamed each of the planets. He had also resuited himself in a suit of shell spider silk, tough as durasteel but light as air, normally white but dyed black for the purpose of the mission, as well as disposing of Arbiter and arming himself with two guard shoto lightsabers, a silenced blaster pistol and a belt of Vrakolian spin-blades.

He was moving through the motions of the traditional style of guard-shoto combat when one of the Bravos knocked.

"Enter."

The soldier entered fearlessly, a trait that Serratus admired.

"Would you like me to bring the planet list to Lord Marix, High Mage?"

Serratus nodded and the Bravo retrieved the list and left the room. Serratus did a flip and landed in the exact same position, having just slice the head of an imaginary enemy in two.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

Supreme Commander Alor

Supreme Commander Marix received the list and plugged the data into the server on the Star Destroyer. He then connected the craft to the MAZHQ mainframe, exponentially increasing the power he had at his disposal for analysis and computations. The pathway created from the list started at the Rimcee System, where the Naval Training Center was located, down through Dubrillion and Datooine.

"This places him near Mygeeto, if he held to his current direction." The Systems Analyst said.

"Think he's after the money capital of the galaxy?" Asked Darth Ranov'la.

"It is entirely possible. Alert our forces in that area. We'll follow his path and try to catch him from behind." Turning to the Operations Officer, he continued, "We'll be jumping out of hyperspace every 30 minutes and scanning the system. Plot accordingly."

Leaving the room he opened a comm channel with the Prophet and Mage. "You two are free to leave for a few hours to gather whatever new supplies you might need from Bastion. Plan accordingly."
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Once known as Darth Marix

High Prophet Crozeus

Bastion

"Are you sure about this sir?" The small man asked timidly. When he received no reply he nodded nervously and muttering to himself he opened the slender case Crozeus was looking at. Snuggled up with foam around them were two rather beautiful, if one could use such a word to describe a tool of death, weapons. One was an assault rifle, smooth and plated with chrome. Several types charge pack were underneath it and in front of it was a slender silencer/flash retarder and above it were several types of scope.

It was made by a former designer of Aratech, who are arguably the best producer of weaponry in the galaxy. As was the pistol that was also in the case, equally slim, equally plated in chrome, and equal with a fully automatic function. It had a long, slim charge pack, and also came with a silencer/flash retarder. There were also four incendiary grenades, and thermal/night vision scopes for both weapons which could be mounted as goggles.

Crozeus nodded his satisfaction and the small man shut the case, locking it before picking it up with the utmost care and placing it on the table. Crozeus looked towards the shelf filled with projectile magazines and charge packs and the man nodded as if remembering, and took additional charge packs for both weapons until Crozeus nodded.

"That will be...," the small man pushed his glasses back and wheezed, "one hundred and forty five thousand credits."

Crozeus did not react at the price. He could, in theory, just kill the man there and then and take it, but that would be un-necessary cruelty and would also get the Bastion law enforcement on his back, something he did not need at all. He assumed correctly this was the largest payment the weaponsmith would ever receive and he would give the man what he deserved for his excellent craftsmanship. Crozeus had purchased weaponry from him before, after all.

He placed a card to the value of one hundred and twenty five thousand credits and nodded. The man blinked, opened his mouth slightly, then spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper

"Thank you for your custom, sir."

Crozeus picked up the case and left without a word.
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High Mage Serratus

Bastion

Serratus brushed his fingers lightly against the leaves of the Gemwood tree. Serratus found Gemwood trees indescribably beautiful and was glad that, as a Sith Master, he had access to the only two off-Endor Gemwood trees in the galaxy, in the Garden Square of the Kuati Sith Temple and the Pellaeon Gardens of Bastion. Suddenly, Serratus heard a sound behind him. He turned to see Darth Dorian, one of his Mage subordinates, who had been reassigned to the Department of Mysteries a few months ago, along with Darth Tao. Serratus acknowledged him.

"Did you bring them?"

Dorian nodded and produced three cases, which he laid on the ground in front of Serratus. Serratus watched with a smile as Dorian opened the first case, producing a pair of black-and-grey gauntlets each with a small opening at the fingertips and a small device in each palm. The second case revealed a set of attachments for each gauntlet, which would produce a sphere of sticky fluid which would rapidly expand upon contact with oxygen and encase anything from a droch to a krayt dragon. The third case revealed Serratus's pet project, the organic lightsaber he had produced on Kuat. The High Mage called the equipment to him with the Force and equipped them. Serratus dismissed Dorian, who left wordlessly, and admired the equipment.

"I'll explain to Aequitas later," he said to himself, "Imperial security comes before red tape."

With that, he departed the Pellaeon Gardens, not knowing that he would never return there again to gaze upon the Gemwood tree.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

Supreme Commander Alor

The commlinks buzzed as Marix's voice was transmitted across them. "We leave in an hour. Be back on the ship by then."
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Once known as Darth Marix

High Prophet Crozeus

((Judging by the time this rp started, I will remain Prophet and will address you as Marix.))

Crozeus was already in the hangar when Marix's voice came across his transmitter. He sighed and placed the case with utmost care in the small hold behind his chair. He clambered in and stretched before the canopy depressed back over him. He headed back to the Guardian-Class and after docking he headed to his quarters to suit up appropriately, equipping his new weapons and his polished beskar armour.

He then decided to go to the briefing room, as he didn't know if Marix wanted to speak to them again or just go to Mygeeto. It didn't matter. The briefing room was comfortable, and Crozeus drifted into a light snooze.
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Supreme Commander Alor

[[That is best. And the main ship is a "Guardian" Class, not Gladiator. The Gladiators are smaller.]]
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Once known as Darth Marix

High Mage Serratus

Serratus had only just docked in the Guardian-class when Marix's call came through. Serratus did not respond to the call and instead made his way to the briefing room, where he encountered the sleeping form of Crozeus. He took off his belt of spin-blades and sat a few chairs away from the Prophet, lightly tapping the drum beat of his favourite classical composition, The Sarlacc's Song, on the table.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

Darth Ryuzaki

Ryuzaki never left the ship in the first place. Not having much else to do he was in the Training room most of the time, going through the various movements of a new form he was using Jar'kai. After he recieved the message he left the room with delta team and entered the briefing room, took a seat and waited for further orders.

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