Location: [Copero City - Atop a Building - Adjacient to Parliment]
Srina knew when to obey and when to rebel. This was not a question of if she would guard her mind, only, how quickly. She had asked to be exposed to this raw fear before so that she may learn to defend against it. At first, in concern for her well-being, Darth Metus had refused. Her stubborn nature had led to the reversal of that decision. There was no way she could learn to prepare against mental assaults without experiencing the worst of it. Fear was not foreign to her, however, uncontrollable fear was.
In a hail of light, a hail of fire, and a hail of destruction the Planetary Shield was destroyed before their very eyes. Indeed, the Vicelord had ordered that they break through, and their ships had done so. Her arm raised lightly to block the dust and debris that blew past on the wind but nothing would stop the initial destruction that was leveled. The Confederate Fleet would not continue to barrage the planet for the simple fact that they would have boots on the ground.
As it stood, the Confederacy did not willingly sacrifice their own, nor, did they murder their own out of desperation or a loss of control. That seemed to be the tactic of the enemy.
As Srina stared at the bodies of the Chiss that lay on the steps of the Parliament Building she wondered how many more the CIS would leave behind, simply, by invoking the Force in such a way. The ivory creature breathed deeply, sharply, when the first wave of terror pressed into her being. She could feel it in the deepest corners of her heart. In her mind. In her bones.
For a moment her vision flickered. Fear. The world seemed darker and the edges of her sight blackened, as if tainted, by the wings of crows. She was too close to the epicenter, however, she could not leave. The Vicelord had painted himself, atop the building, a beacon. Anyone with the slightest bit of Force-Sensitivity would be able to find him. Her teeth ground together. Using fear, using emotion, was not something she often indulged. While some would drink it in like elixir and others would buffer the effects with the Light—she had neither luxury.
Srina would, obstinately, push through—Even if it felt like her Master was peeling away the layers of her mind like an onion. She would stand tall. She would endure.
Copero would fall. Copero, would burn.
Their electronic sensors spoke of defenses that the Jenari, or the Chiss, were attempting to raise though she did not allow worry to set in. The effects of the Phobis wanted her to. Wanted her to second guess herself, the nation, and everything she served. The Exarch would not. She knew that Allya Vi'Dreya, Rylan Kordel, and a few others were moving in with their mechanical army from the mountains. A distraction. Another, distraction. There were garrisons that seemed intent on trying to keep them out of the capital but for the most part it seemed to be too little too late. The reaction time was achingly slow, even if, the sky had been alight from the space battle for quite some time.
She saw Scherezade deWinter [Madalena Antares] enter the field of engagement just as a building not far away began to fall. Allya. Good. The small creature Cay-Yo that engaged Knight Antares was speaking, it seemed, but Srina was too far away to hear it. Kurenai Yumi was also there, close by, and the Exarch watched. Her gaze was intense. Whether it was the Phobis, or the truth, the Echani felt like something was amiss. The windows of the Parliament Building suddenly burst out and the slender female moved to raise a telekinetic shield, only, to realize that they were not firing at the small group on the building. Instead, they seemed to be firing at the ship Knight Antares had arrived it, and the dark-haired woman herself.
The battle over Copero must have been going well because Srina suddenly knew that Darth Tacitus also now had boots on the ground. She would know the Reaper, her friend, even though the Fear that pressed against all that she was. He brought more troops. More droids. More methods to do what needed to be done. Mercurial eyes flickered, when she realized, he was taking losses. Perhaps the Defenses of the City were timelier than she had assumed.
Still. Tacitus sent no distress call, no beacon for aid, and Srina held her faith.
There was a light in the sky overhead. Bright. Brighter than anything she had ever seen. Her eyes narrowed. What was that? “Report. What was that light?”
The chatter that passed through all at once caused her to tilt her head, to try and listen to it all, but eventually, she got the idea. A reactor in one of the Orbital Shipyards had gone off. No one was really sure what had triggered the event, but, Srina hoped that their fleet had the common sense to get out of the way. “One of the shipyards seems to have been leveled.”, she reported to those present, noting, that Darth Tacitus had come to stand with them.
To her comm, she tried, to figure out if any of their people had been present. “Casualties?”
Cardinal Vi'dreya had taken to the streets of Copero to exact the will of the Vicelord. Srina, actually, hadn’t seen the Dominus disappear—but such was the strength of their cloaking technology. But when an adjacent building began to fall? She knew what caused it. Moreover, she didn’t question it.
The strangest thing happening seemed to be a sudden shift in the Force. Where once Fear seemed to fill her core there was something new, despite the fact that it was a faint, whispering echo. It was the Force at work. Someone was trying to push back the tide of Fear that Darth Metus had rolled mercilessly through Copero City. She focused. Following the blinding lines of light, with gold hewn eyes, she eventually placed the culprits. It made her shift in place, almost uncomfortable, when she discovered the source...Of course. Coren Starchaser and Mishel Noren held pity and compassion in their hearts. Enough, that they would refute the application of Phobis from the Vicelord.
It was interesting, however, it wasn’t a priority. Neither side would be able to wipe the other out and neither side would be able to keep it up forever. If her Master wished for her to add her focus to maintaining the terror, he would of course, let her know. In the interim she remained a stalwart sentinel.
The scent of fresh blood caught her attention. “Kainan…”, she murmured the name of Darth Tacitus, as she knew him, and watched as he dug deeply into his palm with a weapon. Blood. Darth Metus had always told her that there was power in blood. The hair on the back of her neck began to stand on end. It was then that she realized what he was doing and her eyes closed against it for a moment.
She could taste the death. Necromancy.
“Let the Jen’ari feel us, then.”
It was a simple statement as the bodies began to rise. Space superiority was well on its way. The planetary shield was down. Copero City was slowly being disabled and torn apart. The people were already rioting without their efforts. It seemed that everything danced on the edge of a blade.
All they had to do was push it over.