Consolidation Litanies of the Dark Side: Souls of the Damned [DC Dagobah Hex Defence Upgrade]

[Karia Fat'sa]

@Anatoli Sidorov​

Karia tilted her head. It appeared to her that the upstart, in her eye at least, was not one to cower out of a difficult assignment. Alas, whether that was true or mere claims, she knew it would soon be tested. With the hostilities in Minos Sector reaching a climax, the need for war supplies had only further spiked, and the convoys of the Aphotic Industries were no longer able to approach without engaging.

But Karia was not a warlord... She was a businesswoman. If she could have others fight her war, she saw no reason not to. Anatoli Sidorov and his... Fleet, was a fine proxy, given the skyrocketing profits the Aphotic would generate by the time the war ended. What she had to ensure now was who would come out on top...

"Payment will be due in Galactic Credits." Karia replied.

She turned to pick a datapad from the office and offer it to Anatoli with a simple, calculated gesture.

"Sign here. I will then inform the hangar control to see your ships tugged to the loading bays."

Spoiler: The Charterparty

CHARTERPARTY AGREEMENT
BETWEEN APHOTIC INDUSTRIES INC. AND ANATOLI SIDOROV


This Charterparty ("Agreement") is made by and between:


APHOTIC INDUSTRIES INC., a corporate entity registered under the Commercial Code of the Outer Rim Sectors, with principal operational coordinates at Deep Sector 9, Romelus Drift (hereinafter referred to as the "Owner"),


and


ANATOLI SIDOROV, an independent cargo conveyance entity, duly registered and licensed under the Galactic Trade Compact (hereinafter referred to as the "Charterer").

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1. CARGO AND TRANSPORT​

1.1 The Owner agrees to provide suitable tonnage for the transport of 23,400 metric tons of [REDACTED CARGO].
1.2 The cargo is to be loaded at the Port of Halcyon and discharged at the designated receiving station in Karideph.

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2. FREIGHT TERMS​

2.1 The Charterer shall be compensated at a fixed rate of Seven (7) Galactic Credits per metric ton of cargo successfully delivered and received.
2.2 Payment shall be issued in full upon completion of cargo inspection at the spaceport or location of discharge.
2.3 Aphotic Industries Inc. reserves the right to withhold payment in case of damage, tampering, or discrepancy as determined by certified inspection agents.

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3. WAR RISK AND LIABILITY​

3.1 The Charterer acknowledges that the route between Halcyon and Karideph includes transit through Zone-4 Conflict Regions and agrees to bear all associated war and piracy risks.
3.2 Any damages, difficulties, or hostilities resulting in the loss of Charterer’s property or personnel shall not be subject to compensation by Aphotic Industries Inc.
3.3 Such events are herein classified under the War Risk Clause, and the Owner disclaims all liability arising from:

• Hostile engagements
• Territorial disputes
• Acts of piracy or sabotage
• Mechanical or navigational failures due to conflict interference

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4. INSPECTION & DELIVERY​

4.1 The cargo shall be subject to thorough inspection upon arrival at Karideph.
4.2 Payment shall be contingent upon formal receipt certification issued by the designated port authority.

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5. DISPUTE RESOLUTION​

5.1 Any disputes arising from this Agreement shall be resolved under the Unified Trade and Transport Arbitration Code (UTTAC).
5.2 The governing venue shall be the Arbitration Hall of Nova Themis, unless otherwise agreed by both parties in writing.

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6. FINAL PROVISIONS​

6.1 This Agreement constitutes the entire understanding between the parties.
6.2 Amendments must be made in writing and acknowledged by both parties.
6.3 Both parties affirm that they are authorized to enter into this Agreement and are in good standing under interstellar commerce law as described by Commercial Interstellar Commitee of Corellia (CICC).

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Signed:


For Aphotic Industries Inc.
By: ↯ K.Fat’Sa // Verified by Voidchain Ledger [#8491:AUTH-X]
Name: Karia Fat'Sa
Title: Mrs


For Anatoli Sidorov
By: ________________________
Name:
Title:

 

[Anatoli Sidorov]

Once I signed the contract I was escorted once again to my "captain's boat" and I sailed to Diamond Knot where I waited for a tug to assist me to the loading bay. Once the ship was secured to the berth I went to bring Cape Frio so both ships would be loaded simultaneously to save time.

I inspected the whole loading procedure to ensure the safety of the cargo inside the cargo holds and I personally secured them to the holds and once the ship was loaded I secured the hatches and sailed to HMS Queen Victoria to remotely control both ships and bring them to formation before sailing from anchorage to join the main travel route towards our first jump to Phu and from there to Giju to join the Rimma trade route.

The whole trip should take 3 days to go and 3 more to come back. Given though that we would do stops on our way home to snatch some other cargo shipments it would definently take more.

With the ships on their respective spots, having taken clearance from the respective approach controller I initiated the hyperspace jump towards Phu where we might actually land in the planet's atmosphere to take some supplies since I had food for a day or two yet.

After all was set, I went downstairs and resumed playing on the grand piano a song from old times praising the real ship from which mine were based of.
"A shadow moves across the water in pursuit..."

 

[Valia Muqai]

The conflict was narrow, deadly and fast-paced. The powers invested in it far exceeding the comperhension of those who partook in the mortal battle. In a single moment, the time warped and twisted. Though eyes stared in horror the blades clashing and the blaster fire pouring down on the Marauder troops, the Black Tendrils stretching from the very heart of Tarraba Prime yet refused to give in, moving the forces deployed like pawns on a game board. The crimson tendrils of the Sith Adepts possessing the Marauder horde, demanding action in form of slave-deed and sacrificial suicide for the tinniest gain.

Hazdrabal's blades were brought forth, deflecting the light coming from the blaster fire ahead like a shield to an army of wicked slaves. The she-warrior's power armour giving in, flame tongues escaping the jetpack that was crashing against the deck, oppressed by the will of the adepts, conjured in a mighty Force Crush. The Black Tendrils already abandoning the doomed she-warrior, jumping beyond time to the other who had made it past the Sith ranks, the lightning emitted from her already burning one of the vanguard Marauders with the wrath of untold curses and mourned souls lost in a river of blood.

The blade of the other she-warrior guided through the block of the Sith, carving a highway of Death through the Heart that pumped the foul poisons in the blood stream, perhaps for the last of times before sharing its contents with the deck, burned by the glazing plasma of the lightsaber.

The fires of war burned, as the two sides clashed in determination fuelled by uncaring masters, puppeteering both contesting bands into a suicidal dellirium of carnage.

Carnage.

Unmask.

Unhinged.

Unending.

A vow held true by the Dark Crusade.

A promise manifesting in the materialization of promises preyed upon by demons of doubt and reason, now broken free by the will of the Dark Side.

Blood splattered across the narrow deck, as Marauders pushed onward, only to be cleaved down by the she-warriors, baring the mark of the Seven-Pointed Star, pale of colour and hymns save that of bloodspill.

The Marauders all branded with the very same shape. Twisted and drenched crimson, planted on their septic skin by the fiery touch of the branding metal. A mockery of a symbol shrouded in ignorance and broken vows, the Dark Crusade relished it in the ensuing bloodletting, for through such alone practice, the minds were freed of the chains placed upon them since birth or creation.

The more the blood, the more the blight.

The more the Adepts strengthened, by Death summoned near of their most foul a deed.

The nerves denied any adherence to reason. The mind itself cast out of all but passion. In each moment passing, the body experiencing the stimulation derriving from many a times Death and Rebirth, collapsing the dam of sanity for a flood of blasphemous divinity in the form of Dark Side ecstasy...

Aside from what she felt through Hazdrabal's eyes. The physical and bodily sensations that Valia felt within the moment was unlike anything she had ever experienced, it was bordering on overwhelming. Each moment gnawing down at her sanity and Valia was too immersed within the tides of battle to realize, even if she did there was no stopping it regardless. She took in the bloodshed and suffering as if she was taking in fresh, morning air of the planetside, it felt euphoric, as if the very carnage around her helped fuel her mind and body.

Her mind reached out beyond the host body that she had inhabited, towards the charging she-warriors. Invisible dark tendrils of the force slithering towards them as Valia attempts to stiffle them in battle. For a moment, she allowed Hazdrabal to do as he wished, to swing his lightsaber how he pleased to best slay the tide of enemies. She focused on physically hindering those she-warriors, pushing them down, holding down their hands or legs, preventing them from fighting efficiently. Their minds were too fortified for Valia to psychologically influence them, but at the least, they could be physically hindered.

 

[Karia Fat'sa]

@Anatoli Sidorov​

The station's berths designated for the loading procedure were flooded with tails of containerized cargo carried by hoverlifts and pushed by enough slave labour to make the deck feel like an ant's nest sparking into action by the Hive's bidding. Dressed with rugged cloth, colourless and clanking of the primitive chains hanging beneath it, restraining the slave's movements to the bare minimum required to accomplish the task of pushing the large cargo containers to position.

Slave masters stood amidst the sea of servants. Whips of bestial skin cracking, with any groan of pain by the slaves silenced by the mouther adjusted to each and every one of them, providing an unnatural, unnerving feeling of order to the unholy operation. Each of the slaves marked on the forehead with the triangular ensignia shared by the slave masters, though they brandished it on their chestguard made of Durasteel.

Karia observed the entire process from an elevated internal balcony that offered commanding view over the hangars. Always escorted by black-clothed armoured guards, her one-eyed gaze oversaw the operation in the same silence of the deck below.

In these decks of the Station, no Sith could be seen. The masked figures branded by the trinagular ensignia, either slave labour, or armoured personnel, hinted to the operation of a much sinister syndicate in the Sith's territory. Untouched. Unchallenged...

Allies, or opportunists, Karia and whoever funded her dark enterprise, was providing enough war supplies to whichever foul banner in Minos Sector to pursue an entire offensive.

And that, for Karia, was the very irony in the entire story... For she knew exacty which offensive these supplies were intended for.

As the flottila sailed from the Station, Karia nodded to the view of the hyperspace jumps.

"Phase one completed... Now we proceed to Phase Two..."

She turned her head over her shoulder, to one of her guards.

"Get me Darth Kizdar on the line..." she commanded...

Bardavilla Starport on Phu was a rising beacon of activity in the Colonies territory. Many ships came and went, mostly from the Galactic West, intending to cross to the hyperlanes farther East without engaging the warzones of the Expansion or the shifting border of the Imperial and Republic colonies. Ever since the collapse of the Eternal Empire, Phu had met its own war, as Bardottan expeditions established forcefully presence on the planet.

Though the conflict remained within the planet, for the most part, fought between the Bardottan colonists and the Phuii natives in the mainland, the interstellar enterprises and starports were quickly relocated farther up the high peaks of the sharp mountains of the planet, eventually becoming distant from the war beneath, while many from all sides of the war on Phu, on occasion, denied even the existence of the war itself. Far from the Republic and the Empire alike, Phu continued its path in the neutral zones, with more and more activity coming to the planet in view of the spiking chaos in the Sith worlds.

"Brrrrrrrrrr This is PBSP Control. You have entered Phuii territorial Space, please provide identification brrrrr" Derkernerd tapped on the holotab of the large monitor infront of him, sending the transmission to the flottila exiting hyperspace. The orbital scanners had detected the vessels coming from hyperspace, though Bardavilla's spaceport databases had not managed to identify them for neither class or name.

 

[Hazdrabal the Cannibal]

@Valia Muqai​

Lightsaber screeching and war cries filled the narrow corridor, as the two sides collided in a most primitive an engagement. By the dozens, the Sith cultists were slain by the she-warriors as if they were in a practice fight. Hazdrabal, leading of the few Sith Marauders to match the enemy's champions, took on two of the she-warriors, wielding one of the blades shinning yellow, from a fallen foe, at a moment not his own to recall.

As the armoured champions of Death warred, Hazdrabal joined the dance of violence; Both cutting troops left and right of them, sides ignorant of the ensuing duels as if blind to codes of honour or rites of battle, slain all the same as if they were but mere collaterals. The black tendrils empowering- no, chaining the champions choked and twisted by the rageful crimson tide of aether Sith will, whirling inbetween the battling sides like a dancing serpent, diving into the ocean of ecstasy; Tasting the most foul a feast, as if gluttonous fiends had taken hold of it.

The hilt felt heavy, to the she-warrior, as if the very gravity materialized against her, denying her the time to lift her arm and present a block to meet Hazdrabal's blade. The crimson lightsaber went clean through, cutting through the thick armour, shredding in roaring flame against the Cortosis reinforcement, melting the weak flesh beneath it in the process. The she-warrior fell in cries of pain, as the black tendrils, twisted and barred by the Sith tide abandoned the champion almost as soon as the strike landed in a demonstration of a most unforgiving a patron.

Blood flooded on the catwalk, thick and stick enough to cause many of the battling warriors to slip and fall. Another she-warrior, oppressed by the unseen powers unleashed from the Sith Sanctum, knelt, her head lowering in an involuntairy bow, before the cultist wretch, too blinded by the bloodletting to realize the opportunity to slay the most powerful a foe.
But the cultist's sight was never intended to behold such a carnage. A vessel, he, like many same, to enforce the will of their dark masters...

Hazdrabal roared, as he witnessed his own querry fall. His lightsaber pulled out of the cortosis, no longer having purpose now that Death had claimed the enemy.

KIA TAVE SPAGGA!​

 

[Anatoli Sidorov]

As my ships jumped out of the hyperspace to the portside existed the planet of Phu. As expected a transmission was heard from the integrated sound system of HMS Queen Elizabeth. I was at the bridge doing push ups when the call went through and sweat was running down my slightly appearing abs. Throwing a towel over my shoulders, I took the microphone and said:
"Hello PBSP control. This is convoy PBX 7743 from Halcyon and we will transit to the spaceway for Giju. Over." I reply as I take a look to the second planet I ever seen from orbit. It looks like a mainly desert island. All my defensive and offensive means are deactivated but ready to be activated if needed but given that the first contact was up to protocol I don't expect any kind of trouble. I couldn't wait to get done with the transition and go have a bath to remove all this sweat on me. Also Karideph awaited the cargo and I awaited my money. There wasn't time to be wasted around, yet.