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Through the Gates of Hell (Republic Invasion of Empress Teta - Republic vs. One Sith)

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Darth Banshee

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Location: The Iron Citadel Cellar

Allies: The One Sith, Erin Darkstar

Enemies: The Republic

 

Her command came back towards Darth Banshee and spoke, Darth Banshee, the creates are all loaded. What your are your orders? 

She smiled under mask, as the orphans will be well provided for when most this shipment was sold. She then looked at Captain Markus and replied, Use your company sith troops and guard that tunnel. She then turned to Erin Darkstar, Them stairs lead to the library, those lead to the court yard. Their again you could assist Captain Markus, with guarding this tunnel what could be used as an escape route. The choice yours, I feel force drawing me to the library, as I have friends their. 

 

She then concentrated like Darth Veles had thought her, and used the force to cloak herself. Then started to head towards the stairs leading to the library, via the kitchens.


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Lok Jorunn

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ALLIES: Republic - Cree Oyaya, Zaren Bouqi | Silver Order - Rasu Gan, Saki, Hasjo Hallu
ENEMIES: One Sith - Darth Veles, Maya Whitelight
OBJECTIVE: Occupy the Great Library of Cinnagar / Locate Maya
#JediStompSquad
 
 
Trailing right behind the larger portion of Sixth Battalion's lead elements came in Gamma Company. Though they'd experienced heavy casualties in previous engagements, the Chaeronea campaign being the worst, they were ready for anything the enemy even dared to throw at them. Seasoned veterans, highly trained recruits, and even some new hardware that the manufacturers for the Silver Jedi had outfitted them with. They were quickly becoming some of the best within the whole battalion. Actually, the entire Sixth Battalion was the best damned mobile infantry unit he'd ever seen. Even during his times with the Republic hadn't bore sights such as this.
 
"Alright Gamma, we're gonna hit hard and fast. Zonal attack pattern, watch your flanks." Lok roared over the thrumming sound of the engines of the LAAT/i. He was pushing into battle with 2nd platoon, a light infantry unit of Gamma company. They hadn't really brought anything heavy and left that to the other elements of the battalion. They probably wouldn't need it anyways. The Silver Jedi were here to recover the artifacts in the Great Templer of Cinnagar. They just needed to get in and out, quick and simple. "Sir, what about the rest of the Jedi and the Republic?" Sergeant Faison asked Lok, the gunship rattling his synthesized words. "Help them if we can, but we're here to seize the temple." He would've liked to help more, but orders were orders. "Roger that."
 
In a minute, the trio of LAATs touched down behind General Hallu's forces and disembarked immediately. It'd been quite a while since Lok had been with the Nautolan, lots had happened since their earlier encounters. Now he was a Master and Lok a Knight, and that fateful day on Coruscant had him confined to the life support suit that he would never be able to leave. "Form up, boys!" Captain Espada cried out, throwing an arm forward. "Let's move!"


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Logan Wulf

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Location: Space-Groundside Museum 

Allies: The Republic and its Allies

Enemies: The Sith and its Allies

 

A small Tachyon-class light freighter dropped out of Hyperspace into the black vacuum over Empress Teta. With the Civilian Transponder "The Sierra Current" could have been either friend or foe to the Republic and Sith ships in the area. Hopefully Turin could steer the thing out of harms way. But he had been right, his visions over the last week had helped him pin point the planet under siege. A grimace formed on his lips at the lives lost already. The Force was violent here, like waves in high tide crashing on the souls of the innocent. At least, that's what it felt like. 

 

He couldn't let that distract him now though. He would mourn later. Pushing the small little freighter forward he skirted the edge of the space battle attempting to go undetected. His entry was surprisingly quiet, until he hit atmosphere. He wasn't even hailed by the Sith ground forces and was fired upon by two Sith fighters that had dropped out of the battle to follow him. He cursed as his ship's engines slowly lost power and en explosion rocked the back of the ship as the Sith fighters blew out his engines. Red emergency lights flashed twice before all non essential power was cut and the ship became lit with red emergency glow rods. Flipping switches here and pulling a lever there was all he could do to stabilize what was left of the ship. His repulsors were still active, but the weak repulsors usually reserved for landing and take-off were not nearly strong enough to keep him on course. 

 

The two Sith fighters weren't satisfied yet. His aural sensors picked up the launch of a missile which ripped the tail end of the hull from his ship, leaving a gaping hole that he could see from outside the cockpit door. With his heart racing he struggled to land the ship. It crashed, throwing up debris as it slid up next to a museum. 

 

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Location: Next to him

Objective: Annoy him

Allies: Pestering

Enemies: Inattention

 

"He reminds me of me when I was younger." The thing said with a croak. "All spit and polish and refined grace beneath the veneer of a mad scientist. Really, truly, the spitting- is he red under there? I do say he must be for this to work." Context is everything.

 

"Oh, right, Jedi."

 

Humming to himself, the figure hobbled off.



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Darth Carnifex

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Location: About to tactically drop near on the Great Library of Cinnegar.

Objective: Stop the Republic from stealing the artifacts and knowledge within the library, and crush skulls like it was my job.

Allies: Darth Veles Lady Exedō Maya Whitelight Darth Naomi

Enemies: Hasjo Hallu Rasu Gan Saki Zaren Bouqi Cree Oyaya

 

 

The war against the Republic had been raging for some time now, the Sith growing stronger after every battle, and learning more of the Republic's battle tactics along the way. There were defectors, of course, who gave the Sith more insight into the Republic, but those were so very seldom that they weren't much of an aid in the long run. Perhaps that was in turn a cause of the ill-fated Battle of Carida, which ended in a loss for the Sith, but the pride of the Sith would not be dulled by a single loss. Sith Lord, Darth Vornskr, had arrived far too late to turn the tide in that battle, but he had been preparing for the next major engagement against the Republic, so when word reached him of a Republic fleet materializing in the Empress Teta system, he had quickly mobilized his forces for battle. He was currently aboard the Torment-class Battle Cruiser, "Singularity", locked away within his private quarters as he meditated deep on the Dark Side of the Force.

 

His iconic phrik armor was spread out before him, each individual piece presented to the kneeling Sith Lord as his mouth moved constantly in a hushed incantation. He was clothed in nothing, and next to him were pitchers of blessed oils, which were currently being smeared across each section of his armor and his body by hooded servants. Usually, Vornskr would not trouble himself with rituals such as this, but recently he had become infatuated with the archaic rituals of his people, the Epicanthix, who would coat their armor in blessed oils before great battles. As the supreme leader of his people, he had begun to adopt their ancient ways, traditions that his family had spurned for far too long. How could they deny their own heritage? Perhaps that is why his family had devolved into the sorry state it was in now, with his eldest daughter ensnared by a wicked temptress of the Talith clan, and his most beloved cousin blinded by the light.

 

The time had come, however; the klaxons blared as they exited hyperspace in close proximity to Empress Teta, and had engaged the Republic vessels closest to them as they carved a path closer to the planet. Already the troops on board the vessel were mobilizing for a lightning deployment to the planet's surface via drop pods and shuttles, and Vornskr and his Blackblade Guard would be taking the former, as it was the quickly way down to the ground. The sacred oils were finally applied to the final piece of his armor, and his servants began the process of attached each piece of the armor to their Lord. Once Vornskr was armed, he was presented with his long-handle lightsaber, a weapon he had not used in quite some time, but one that he was completely familiar with. With that finally done, Vornskr moved to meet his guards in the loading docks. 

 

They were arrayed before him, black armor gleaming in the light of the bay, and their weapons held at attention as they stood underneath their Lord's unwavering gaze. They were his finest soldiers, honed on the battlefield against the Mandalorians, Protectorate, and Republic on multiple battlefields, and their ruthless nature nurtured through torturous training. They would slay any enemy that stood before them, without hesitation or remorse, and would follow their Lord's command to the letter. Vornskr gave them a quick inspection, before they all began to load up into the pods that would deliver them to the battlefield down below. He was already getting a constant stream of updates from the ground, and it was apparent that Republic troops have already landed and begun fighting the Sith soldiers already stationed down below.

 

This would be a crucial battle, for if Empress Teta fell then the supply line from Coruscant to the other Sith worlds would be effectively cut, and that could spell doom for the Sith. He would not let the Sith be humbled again, and he fed upon that deep-seated rage as he strapped himself into his seat as the pod was being moved for deployment. A few moments of silence passed as the pod was primed, and then with a thunderous roar they were deployed out from the Torment, heading rapidly through the atmosphere of the planet and down towards the ground. Vornskr had been in drops like this a thousand times over, and it did not bother him at all. However; he did feel the jarring impact as the pod crashed down into the battle-torn street near the Great Library of Cinnagar, and could hear the screams of the dying as the pod's doors opened to reveal the carnage before them.

 

Vornskr unstrapped himself, and lunged out of the pod to cut down a group of Republic soldiers from behind with one fell swoop of his crimson blade, their bodies collapsing to join the mixture of bodies already clogging the streets. "Slaughter any Republic forces you come across, and regroup at the Great Library." The Blackblades would of course comply, but then again they might get a little too carried away killing Republic soldiers whenever they came across them.

 

It was a bad habit.



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ALLIES: Republic - Cree Oyaya, Zaren Bouqi | Silver Order - Rasu Gan, Saki, Lok Jorunn
ENEMIES: One Sith - Darth Veles, Maya Whitelight, Darth Vornskr, Darth Naomi
OBJECTIVE: Divide and Conquer
#JediStompSquad

He glanced to Saki, nodding in his agreement of her words. He turned to the First Lieutenant, they fell to a knee and Martinez brought up a tactical display of the city. He began to indicate various points located throughout, "Sir, 22nd Tactical will be assaulting the Grand Library whilst the remainder of our forces will be forming up to assault the Iron Citadel. By your command, General." The trooper regarded Hasjo with an emotion he recognized instantly: respect. He looked to the reinforcements that had just arrived, Lok departed one of the various gunships. Hasjo had not seen the Jedi officer in some time. He stood back up, interlocking durasteel plates falling into place. The Jedi General rose his hand, indicating to the Iron Citadel, as the 22nd Tactical began to move towards the Great Library. "Move out," Hasjo ordered to the remaining Sixth Battalion forces.

The Sixth Battalion began to roll out. They were trained in unconventional warfare, unfortunately urban firefights was not considered unconventional warfare, and thus they were not as trained as some Republic troopers in that regard. Though they sure knew how to surprise the enemy by pulling a trick from their sleeve that other troopers did not ordinarily see. They were advancing well, almost between the intersection that would divide the Iron Citadel from the Great Library when a deep crash was heard. One, two, three, four, the tremendous thuds kept coming. Each time it shook the earth and sent up clouds of dust. Hasjo craned his neck, A2 blaster rifle in hand. He dropped to a knee, peering down the scope to spot the various pods that had slammed into the streets. As the doors began to burst open, the Sixth Battalion opened fire on the Blackblades. Return fire was immediately taken. Hasjo slapped his finger against the trigger, nailing one of the blackblades before he could probably pull himself from the crash site.

A Sith Lord launched himself out of the pod, effectively cutting down four republic troopers in a single stroke of his blade. The Sixth Battalion knew better to not engage Force Sensitives. They began to pull back, looking for cover so that they may safely fire upon the Blackblades. "Slaughter any Republic forces you come across, and regroup at the Great Library," Darth Vornskr roared with a mighty bellow. Hasjo tossed aside the rifle, his hands curled around the hilt of a fifty centimetre baton. "Not today," Hasjo answered to the Sith. His voice was synthesised, lifeless, monotone, droid-like. He reached up and unclipped his arid cloak, allowing it to fall into a bundle at his heels. Hasjo grabbed each half of the baton, twisting, then pulling them apart. A ten centimetre long stun prod then sprang from each end of the staff, and two high-voltage power couplings would crackle to life in between the three pieces. Activated, the San-Ni tripled in length to one-hundred-and-fifty centimetres. The electrical discharge was powerful enough to shear off limbs, cook flesh, and even a near miss would give severe burns to an enemy, the wielder however seemed to be shielded from this, through the use of miniature heat sinks. This man was more powerful than he, and he instantly recognised that. He only hoped his fellows would aid him in his endeavour. 



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Darth Veles

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Allies: Maya Whitelight, Darth Naomi, Darth Vornskr, Lady Exedō, Darth Banshee

Enemies: #JediDeathSquad; Cree Oyaya Hasjo Hallu Saki Rasu Gan Lok Jorunn

Objective: Stalk the Jedi

 

On the way towards the invading forces, the Mon Cal Sith bended the light around himself and also twisted his presence in the Force, virtually disappearing from the world. To be safer and avoid confrontation with the enemy, the amphibian leapt high onto the roofs of the buildings, rushing towards the position where a large amount of death could be felt. His boots tapped against the stone and metal soundlessly, as sound was one of the things he had taken care of as well. Years of tirelessly performing his duty as a messenger had paid off, making him an excellent scout. The amount of energy required to feed Force cloak in order to maintain the perfect invisibility did not bother him; as he neared the position of the Jedi, he also ironically ran towards the areas where the Dark Side was much stronger. Each death empowered the Dark Side energy rapidly growing thorough the planet’s capital, each death fueled the anger in the young Sith’s heart. The left eye swiveled to look at the streets, searching for his enemies.

 

Seeing the bodies littering the streets caused him to slow down, crouching and gazing down from the roof, while also focusing on maintaining his Force cloak and Force stealth. What he saw could be described as apocalypse; bodies everywhere, men, women and children alike, buildings ruined and burning. The Mon Calamari Sith Knight turned on the recording in his cybernetic eye, this footage of the Republic’s atrocities on the civilian population would be all over the Holonet soon. Pools of blood belonging to dozens of sentients mixed together and went on their last journey over the stones the street was made of until disappearing in the sewer or soaking into the dusty ground. Veles could see only one poor man (un)lucky enough to survive; his legs torn off, but what was worse than that was a lifeless corpse of a little girl he clutched to his chest. She was beyond help; her head open, brain leaking out.

 

 The Mon Cal clutched his webbed hand into a fist, the anger in his heart threatening to take over. He desperately wanted to punish those responsible for this slaughter, make them suffer. The Republic’s brutal attack was so sudden most of the civilians had no time to hide, and even if they had, many of them found their death under the collapsed rubble they used to call home. It was also apparent a portion of them tried to defend themselves with help of the police officers, judging by weapons lying next to the bodies, but one look was more than enough to reveal they havd lost the battle for their lives. Hopefully the Sith army and militia mobilized quickly enough and rushed to set up defensive positions. Unlike the Jedi and their soldiers, citizens of this planet knew their city, and would fight with passion to defend their homes and families from those barbaric hordes seeking to burn it to the ground.

 

Veles’ eyes narrowed as he heard laughter coming from nearby. Continuing in his original way and sneaking towards the edge of the building he stood on, the Mon Cal glanced down and saw a larger group of Jedi and their soldiers standing behind the corner. Judging by their amusement and happy expressions, they enjoyed death and destruction very much. A quick scan of the area with his cybernetic eye revealed no presence of any other lifeform.This indicated Veles and his apprentice were dealing with an extermination squad; they took no prisoners, left no survivors in their wake and offered no mercy. All while having a lot of fun. It pained Veles to not be able to do anything. He could tell his fight against four Jedi was doomed to fail, especially since he recognized two of them as Jedi Masters. The Maya’s favorite Sith shook his large head in resignation as he heard a portion of their plan; to assault the Grand Library and the Iron Citadel to plunder those, stealing anything remotely valuable. The face of the Mon Cal remained expressionless as he waited for the right moment to strike. The only thing he could do was to zoom the image of his cybernetic eye on the faces of the four Jedi; the galaxy had to know of their atrocities.

 

As a Sith assassin, Veles knew how to be patient, wait for the right moment to strike. When the large group of Jedi scumlords started to move, heading to the library along with their loyal soldiers, the Mon Calamari stalked them from the rooftops, following the group while hidden from their sights and senses. “Wait until another one or two Sith attack them… then join and provide us with support,” whispered the Sith Knight’s voice into Maya’s ear although there was nobody around the woman, definitely not her favorite Mon Calamari as that one swiftly jumped from one roof to another to keep up with the Jedi group, ready to fall into their backs. The chance appeared soon enough thanks to Darth Vornskr. Although Veles loathed the man, he was more than willing to put aside their differences if it meant crushing the Jedi bastards. Still hidden and cloaked on the roof, the Mon Cal telepathically set off grenades on several Jedi troopers, turning them into living bombs. It was quite amusing, actually, so the Mon Cal continued doing so, achieving several multikills.


"The devil's neatest trick is to persuade us that he doesn't exist."

 

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Maya Carrick

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Allies: Maya WhitelightDarth NaomiDarth VornskrLady Exedō Darth Veles

Enemies: #JediDeathSquad; Cree Oyaya Hasjo Hallu Saki Rasu Gan Lok Jorunn

Objective: Keep her butt from being spanked, but SJO

Secondary: What every Veles has in mind for us? 

 

Looking at the sky the dance of the wind played of her hair. They been here doing all kind of humanity aid for the people here. Coming to herself to find what words he spoke to be true. Sadly this was happening all over again. Feeling all the lives being taken away this more so then on Corcent. It only seem to be the only one to really feeling it all. "My heart is starting to bleed once again with sadness, at less this time I don't have to worry about being stab by you.", , trusting that once was enough to learn not to play a dangerous game like she had been playing with her.  After all she need to use her powers very much to save. It would be a long battle she was afraid she needed all her strength that was for sure. 

 

Finding herself another facing as she was also cloaked. Feeling that once in a while wanting to have her nature ability to help but stop. Today would have to stop the ones that started this whole mess. What didn't make sense to her why attack other planets now why not pull their resource and man power. To take back what was taken form him the prize. Nodding what stop her in her track. Those that once was her friends was here also working for the Rep. Just what could this be doing here. Not being the peacekeeping like they said but coming to the face that. They here as part of this killing machine or just what was they after. The whisper came to him like a tickle in her ear, only causing her to smirk a bit. It was his honey lace smooth talking voice that had spoken. 

 

Knowing that this day was going to come one day or another day. Why not it be today. 



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Lok Jorunn

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ALLIES: Republic - @Cree Oyaya, @Zaren Bouqi | Silver Order - @Rasu Gan, @Saki, @Hasjo Hallu
ENEMIES: One Sith -Darth Veles, @Maya Whitelight, Darth Vornskr
OBJECTIVE: ROFLstomp
#JediStompSquad

 

The very thought of battle sat in the back of Lok's mind like a mighty Lion rearing itself to pounce and join the hunt. The components of Gamma Company of Sixth Battalion spread throughout the city like a wildfire. Although their specialty ranged in the area of cold climates and mountain warfare, they regarded the buildings as mountains and scaled them just the same. A few platoons here and there set up shop in 2-3 story buildings, erecting their own little defenses and establishing lanes of assault and lines of fire. They were that defensive contingency unit now. It the dung hit the fan and the boys in blue needed to bail, they'd come running this way and Gamma would annihilate any and all Sith that came near.

 

As for Lok himself, he took a squad from 2nd platoon. A dozen boys who'd been in battle with him many times before and knew how to react to everything the Sith threw at them. "Watch left, sweep right." Corey whispered to his battle buddy, sending the man scampering to the side of the road while his brother-in-arms poured blasterfire into the Sith soldiers near the Temple's entrance. Whatever was happening near the entrance must've been important because Hasjo Hallu and some of his men charged into battle to clash with the black armored Sith troops and their commander. "Up there." Lok jabbed his lightsaber at the temple steps. "Let's roll." 

 

The Midvinter Jedi stormed forward under the relentless covering fire provided by his squad mates. His blue blade snapped into contact with the throat of a Blackblade soldier, tearing through the weak spot of his armor and decapitating the soldier with a single swing of a saber. As for the Sith trooper's brothers, they had bitten off much more than they could chew. Lok threw his hand forward in a Force Push, sending a pair of Blackblades flying into a wall where they found eternal slumber. "GRRRRRRRRR!" The man growled, his blade never stopped swinging and his brothers never stopped dropping the enemy ranks.



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Gorba the Hutt

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LOCATION: IRON CITADEL

ALLIES: One Sith, Darth Vornskr

ENEMIES: Jedi, Hasjo Hallu, Lok Jorunn

 

An enormous shadow fell across the valiant warriors of Lok Jorunn's second platoon. Above them, Orcus rode upon a Drexl, a terrible beast of Dxun whose twenty meter long, leathery wings cast the fearsome shade. The Herglic had tamed the fell beast long ago, before his first death. Now they flew as one above the Iron Citadel, preying on hapless soldiers of the Republic. 

 

"Come Kite," Orcus roared, "Let us rend their lines asunder!" 

 

With a tug of the reins, he guided Kite down toward 2nd platoon, who were embroiled in a firefight, trading shots with the Blackblade Legion. The Drexl had little trouble as it furled its wings into a dive between the buildings and straight for the unknowing soldiers. Kite opened its maw and clacked fangs as large as a human's arms, reveling in the thrill of flight even as Orcus was almost overwhelmed by it. Herglics were no avians, but the adventure that the skies held pulled at Orcus' gambling nature. The greater the danger, the more the risk. Orcus loved risky things. He loved the thrill that pounded in his veins. As the Kite dived, he felt terror, but in that terror came the rush of life. 

 

Kite turned upside down and Orcus loosed a laugh that quickly turned into a horrid, full-lunged Force Bellow. The overpressure shockwave rippled from his mouth and down toward the entirety of the squad below with the power of a bomb detonation. Even 15 psi above normal is capable of causing lung damage, but Orcus' blast compacted the air many times over. The glass of nearby buildings shattered and several traffic structures of durasteel were blown completely asunder. The bellow continued on, capable of massive internal organ damage as well as causing troopers to go flying like ragdolls. 



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Allies: Dudes in Black Robes Darth Vornskr, Hion the Herglic
Enemies: Dudes in Brown Robes Lok Jorunn, Hasjo Hallu
Objective: Kill Will the Jedi
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Why was Azalus here? He didn't know. Maybe it was the money, maybe it was his drive to kill, but maybe it was just because he enjoyed a good fight and he knew that Jedi were quite good at providing good fights. Plus he could earn a couple bucks doing it. It was a win-win scenario for the Sith and him, though for the Jedi it would probably be more of a win-death scenario, but hey, you can't always make everyone happy, can you? And even if he could, he didn't like the Jedi, so he'd probably just fight them anyways, after all, Azalus allegiance is where the credits are, not where the good guys are.  It had been his lifestyle for quite a while now. Sure it brought him a couple scars and injuries here and there, but a good fight and a couple credits were just too good to pass up.

And so the man walked, two guns on his back, two smaller strapped to his sides and a large vibro-hunting knife strapped to his leg.  He walked and walked, until the familiar sound of battle was all around him. The cloaked man might've seemed like a civilian, were it not for the ammo belt and the quite obvious weapons. His face was obscured by a mask and the shadow of a hat, the only thing visible being his anger-filled orange eyes. Every step of his produced a metal clang from spurs that were attached to the back of his boots, to let the ones who were living on borrowed time know death was coming and death didn't wait. But even then, Azalus walked with a steady pace towards a place where he had heard a loud explosion-like sound.

Once close enough, he heard a voice. It was a voice of a Sith, of that Azalus was certain. Otherwise the person wouldn't have called for the death of the Republic. The man looked around the corner to see what's going on. There was blaster fire, many men from both sides were on the street, fighting each other while an evil-looking dude was facing off against a good guy while another space magician was fighting the guys in black armor. This was most interesting. Azalus didn't think it was time for his entry yet. He'd stand back in the alleyway he was in, lean against the wall, pull down his mask a bit and light up a 
cigar. It was a good one, one of the most expensive he'd owned, but then out of nowhere a loud noise, followed by him almost falling forward and the cigar falling onto the ground thanks to some kind of magic trick. This was not gonna be a good day.


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The creatures imply nodded once and placed its hands atop its cane, as neatly as could be. To anyone watching, the Doctor simply stood silently and calmly, the inhuman visage and appearance completely at odds with the gentlemanly stance. For a moment, the thing resembled an eerie, demonic meld of humanoid and carrion bird.

 

"... It... is done..." it said after a minute or two of silence. Few knew that the mask Agnusdei wore concealed a commlink to both speak at range and to project the Doctor's voice without worry of the mask muffling any words spoken. "When they are... close... they will be faced with a decision they will not... appreciate... Come here... or die quickly... and painfully..."

 

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Six droids responded to their orders immediately. Each mimicked the appearance, voice, and mannerisms of Doctor Agnusdei. Each understood their tasks. Each had received their coded instructions.

 

Throughout the area, six inhuman, masked, and black clad figures began work on six very special tasks. Each had a canister lined with silver and armored in Duraplast. Each had explosives at hand with which to couple the canisters. Each figure could be seen hard at work, rigging the two objects together.

 

Very, very soon the Good Doctor Agnusdei would leave his rather... unique mark on the planet... And those upon it...

 

Darth Shara


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Ignis Imura

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Location: The Iron Citadel Cellar
Allies: The One Sith, Darth Banshee,
Enemies: The Republic

 

Looking around as everything was done, I smiled as the obsidian blade in my hands felt good. When she told me about the stairs to the courtyard, I shook my head. I was being paid to work for this woman. Bills came first. I pointed to her, "I work for you. So wherever you go, I kind of have to follow you to make sure I get paid. Consider me your fighting Shadow." I winked my eye just before I placed on my mask and put my sword up in the sheath on my waist. 

 

I popped my knuckles all at once and then motioned the stairs for her to move on to lead me there, "Ladies first?" 



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Lok Jorunn

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ALLIES: Republic - Cree Oyaya, Zaren Bouqi | Silver Order - Rasu Gan, Saki, Hasjo Hallu
ENEMIES: One Sith - Darth Veles, Maya Whitelight, Darth Vornskr, Hion the Herglic
OBJECTIVE: ROFLstomp
#JediStompSquad
 
The Blackblades fought bravely against the remnants of 2nd platoon. That's right, the remnants. Although they were both equally matched in terms of tactical skill and marksmanship, the Blackblades had the numbers and tenacity to continue pressing Lok and his brothers to the bottom of the steps. The Jedi Knight was practically begging for an opening in their lines so he could charge forward and assist his former master in eliminating the Sith Lord Vornskr. Like it or not, there were to be no openings displayed by the Blackblades.
 
"Do not falter!" Commander Jorunn cried, batting away blasterbolts while his men continued to send out sporadic bursts of their own fire. As all of this ensued, one couldn't help but notice the shadow that swept across the battlefield. Several of his boys looked skywards, as did Lok. Blue eyes locked on to something that the Midvinter native had never seen in his entire life. It looked like some sort of bird, a predatory one at that. It didn't look too nice, nor did that silhouette on its back. "What the feth is that?!" Jacob fervently asked, dropping down behind a fallen support column as red bolts smacked into the wall behind him. "Dunno, but it don't look so friendly." His team leader replied, still behind cover with his eyes locked on the bird.
 
As Lok himself swerved behind a wall, he heard the avian creature give a screech and then turn around. Oh, at least it was going away. Before he could utter a single word, much less think one, the creature had spun around and was now spiraling downwards at them. "Oh kark." He growled. "Bring it down!" The Jedi Guardian bellowed to his soldiers staving off the Blackblades. A few of them spun around to fire off rounds at the incoming predator and its rider when a rumbling in the ground began to grow closer. The creature dropped down below the rooftops, its fangs gleaming in the sunlight. It was massive.
 
"Ready!" Sergeant Skarr dropped to a knee, a rocket launcher hiked up on his shoulder in firing position. "Aim!" The second command was a little shaken, the ground's rumbling had grown even more intense and Lok felt it in the bottom of his gut now. "Fire!" A rocketing blast sent an high explosive projectile at the avian creature. A spiral of smoke trailed the projectile before it missed, stopped short, and ended up smashing right into a building a a few blocks in front of the speeding bird. It was getting too close and that bellow had increased in volume. "Stang." Skarr cursed, hurriedly trying to reload while his comrades continued to fight on.
 
"No!" Commander Jorunn cried, dropping his saber and outstrecthing both of his arms. That rocket missed, but this wouldn't. Closing his eyes, he felt the Force flow through him, reaching out to mentally touch that building that had taken a critical blow to the second story of its three story frame. Invisible fingers tugged at it, pulling as hard as they could in the midst of a battle. He was coming closer! Hurry, Lok! His inner voice screamed at him, begging him to pull harder or die!
 
At last, the second story cracked even more. The epicenter of his strength soon became a focal point for the whole building to collapse. To collapse right on top of the incoming bird and his screaming rider. "Take cover!" The Jedi Commander screamed at his brothers before ducking back into the building he'd previously occupied, bracing himself for the worst case scenario.


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Shara nodded to the doctor, signaling his approval with a wave of his hand. The Maelibus did not care for Teta, he did not care for the people that lived here. Sure certain members of the One Sith ran a PR campaign, but he was not them. In the end they would spin it as the Republic's doing, after all they were the ones attacking, but as long as Shara got to kill, it didn't matter to him how he got to. The Good Doctor would ensure they would find their way here.

 

On the other hand was the man known as Disciple, an enigma wrapped in a mystery. Black beady eyes watched the man go, and a slight growl escaped past Shara's lips. He was a mysterious figure, and Shara had never much liked mysteries.

 

The Maelibus straightened himself.

 

Upon the Citadel walls he waited. His black beady eyes watching and scanning the horizon for anything that might move. The Republic would come soon, and he would crush them beneath his heel, as he had done on Coruscant.

 

This was his domain.



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Shinju

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Allies: Maya Whitelight, Darth Naomi, Darth Vornskr, Darth Veles

Enemies: Cree Oyaya Hasjo Hallu Saki Rasu Gan Lok Jorunn

Objective: Fight

Secondary: Throw flaming head of soldier for innuendo

 

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Shinju looked at the ones who were gathering and the brawl that seemed to be preparing to fight. This was interesting to say the least while she stood there and stared at the one jedi. Her smile coming with a bigger grin that showed her sharpened incisors and the hint of madness in her eyes that bled out. The ones choosing to fight right now brought her attention only because they were making a loud racket for her. She wanted to have a peaceful brawl with a jedi and instead found herself picking up a sith soldier's head as she tossed it up and down. Then threw it at Cree with a spark of lightning to give the jedi the ultimate head.


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Darth Helios

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Enemies: Republic - Cree Oyaya, Zaren Bouqi | Silver Order - Rasu Gan, Saki, Hasjo HalluLok Jorunn
Objective: Win

 

A pause. A moment.

 

The subtle hiss of the pod door closing calmed Helios, whom in turn strapped himself to his seat. His mind lulled over the Jedi, it's allies, and even the Lightside of the Force itself. The Eldorai couldn't fathom reasons clear enough for how such an entity could blind such a large number of sentients in such a wide-scale fashion, from a truth as auspicious as the vision provided by the one true Dark Lord. The polar aspect of Helios' beliefs didn't cause him to retreat however, instead he turned his aurete eyes to the surface, casting his gaze downwards. The slow descent answered most of his questions, as he watched the Jedi's offense with mild curiosity - Why. Why were they attacking? What had wrapped itself so tightly around the Republic's core that they felt the need to expand and keep foreign eyes away from it. What secrets lurked in the darkness.

 

It was these ever-present thoughts that drove Helios into the darkness to begin with. His absence of innocence, even before joining the Sith, was always lost in an abysmal pool of blackness. One he stepped into kindly. It was a lacuna that drew in every point of light and regurgitated only the screams Helios incited. 'Abandon hope, all ye who enter here'.

 

Down.

Down.

Down.

 

Deeper into the darkness he descended, following the terror that sounded and snagged on the air until - Nothing. Silence but for his steps as he blindly peered around his haven. It was here, in the darkness, where Helios was molded and shaped. He'd felt intense waves of pleasure and bliss as the shadows and himself intertwined. Time had lost it's meaning in this place, as he felt no urge to record it. Yet, in the following moments, the barrier atop the blackness illuminated, allowing a shaft of sunlight to claw it’s way through the murk and grime, chasing the blackness backwards just enough to nearly cause Helios to lose his mind. And then, a voice.

 

   ”When we bent down above the fading coals,
And talked of the dark folk who live in souls..’

 

Helios blinked, as his pod slammed into the surface of Teta. Oblivious to Helios, the older-modeled pod lost it's power halfway through it's descent, encasing Helios in darkness save for the ray of sunshine that defiantly entered his small space. The Eldorai turned, his head tilting slowly as he stared into the blackness of his quarters. He leaned back, then further, as he prepared to force himself out of the malfunctioned pod. A smiled edged it's way slowly onto pitch lips.

 

A snap-hiss sounded within the pod, a clear sign that Helios' saberstaff had been awakened. A myriad of violent slashes to the front side of the pod followed, along with a force bellow. The metal caved at first, then was blown away from the vicinity as Helios leapt out of the craft. The pod exploded moments after Helios touched down, transforming into a collective of incredibly hot metal and licking flames which granted his form bloody halation, like a demonic corona, aureate eyes staring forward, unseeing, as his mind raced with consideration and ruinous thoughts alike.

 

With a languorous movement he turned, golden gaze moving to the group before him. The presence of the intruding nature of the Light, Helios realized, caused him disquiet. Had this moment presented itself 4 years earlier, Helios would find the absent press of the Shadows unnerving. Yet once someone had experienced what he had, a simple deduction could be carried out, bringing with it the realization that one is never actually separate from the Darkness. Because of this, Helios never had to face the nihility it's absence enkindled. However, it was not his attunement alone that birthed what would be for these Jedi, a purgatory. No. For he had almost lost his hope, his belief that the Sith would be dragged from the deepening mire to reclaim their right once more.

 

Helios' had a threatening demeanor to himself as he analyzed his enemies spread out before his allies. Pale fingers coiled slowly around his weapon, pressing his calloused flesh against the hard metal as he willed the perturbation to cease, forcing a sense of calm to edge its way, ever slightly, into taut musculature and fervid thoughts. The wait was over. This is the location where he would meet with the intruding pestilence that attempted to sweep Teta on crimson stained grounds, to sate his animus of the Jedi. Rather than turn from their incessant light, he looked to it, with the intention of completely annihilating it.

 

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Allies: Hasjo Hallu Rasu Gan Lok Jorunn Zaren Bouqi Saki
Enemies: Darth Helios Darth Vornskr Darth Veles Maya Whitelight @Hion Herglic
Objective: Defeat Lady Exedō and get regroup with the others.
#JediStompSquad

She squinted her eyes, and brought her lightsaber up in a Jedi ready. The skirt she had behind her floated in a slight breeze coupled with minor gust of wind generated from explosions here and there. The sound of blaster fire would become their background music as she faced off against the woman. A stalemate already? Or was it that she couldn't find a place of focus to attack. She allowed the force to flow through her body, strengthening and heightening her physical traits and disciplines. Then she held her emerald blade in a horizontal position in front of her. Her eyes slowly closed for a brief moment that seemed to last longer than an hour. She was utilizing Center of Being so to aid her in her impending confrontation.

The end of her meditation was signaled by an attack from the woman, as she opened her eyes she could see an head, literally, coming her way. Sparks surrounded it, and left a trail behind it as it flew through the air towards her. She twisted her body to the right, spinning her way out of the path of "The Ultimate Head" and then sped up her movements through the force. She ran at a good speed near a wall, and as she got closer she raised her right leg up and planted her foot against the wall. She pushed off, and catapulted herself into the air. She positioned her body sideways spinning in the air, with her saber flailing almost about. As she went over head of the woman she attempted to strike her from above. A simple attack, one easily blocked or dodged.

She landed on the ground in a crouched position. She hoped up, turning around and assumed her defensive stance of Soresu. The force tricks and things of that nature would go on and on between them. "Mi'lady if your quite finish hurling heads at me, we have a battle to begin" she said with a smirk on her face.

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Aedan Miles

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LOCATION: Dropship inbound to brawl of the year

ALLIES: Hasjo Hallu Skosk Fett Cree Oyaya Rasu Gan Lok Jorunn Zaren Bouqi Saki

ENEMIES: Primarily (Sadly) Hion the Herglic Darth Vornskr

 

Aedan Miles leaned back as the shuttle dropped down through the atmosphere quickly firing its weapons into a group of Sith troopers before it came to a stop a meter above the ground opening its bay door as Aedan Miles strode towards it a new weapon in hand. His wife had sent him a new weapon and why not test it out now it was the Monroe-Horak multipurpose combat rifle. He had a feeling that the sonic setting of this weapon would come in handy and in advance he set it to the medium of the settings also known as the Herglic setting. HIs other weapons were his lightsabers and lightsaber pike and his pistols. As the door opened the young man stepped out of it falling the meter and then bending his knees as he landed to absorb most of the impact before he stood up and fired a pair of blaster bolts into a Sith trooper who charged towards him muttering. "You are in my way." Looking to the left he noticed what appeared to be a large grouping of Sith and Jedi alike giving a quick hand gestured he started to move forward with his men knowing that Skosk would be following behind him with his men.


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Skosk Australis

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Allies: Everyone with the republic

ENEMIES: PrimarilyHion the Herglic Darth Vornskr

The mandalorian followed suit, moving with the large crowd of his fellow counterparts , a gesture was given. The brute looked forward, holy dog kark! What clutter was that? Loads of Sith, and Jedi where gathered, this was the opportune moment, for the giant, muscular, brute, to test his new weapon out. Immediately, a force breaker launched out of the weapon, BOOM! A majority of the force beings would be blinded from the round, and disoriented, a most perfect time for his allies to start picking off his enemies. The green tank stood, he was ready to fire another round, if the effects were to wear off, he did have fifteen rounds after all. Each alternated with an explosive shrapnel round, that would rotate back to the force breaker round, a tactic that would be utilized in the thick of battle. Hopefully his allies knew not to get in the blast radius, of the blast, from his explosive round, that would end badly, for both sides. Skosk did not want to hurt one of his own, therefore all of them were told in advance, a smart thing to do. How would the sith, and the Jedi react?