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Invasion A Crisis of Faith: AC Invasion of WotS-held Ninn (Helgard, Trian)

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Locations: orbit
opponent: Irratar Hemstagon Irratar Hemstagon
ally: Tristan Evore Tristan Evore

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Pillar of retribution - 3/3 majestic cruisers - 3/3 nebula star destroyers i have been linking the right ship but using the wrong name - 4/6 dominion escort frigates


Isla could see on her holo, and now from her shielded viewport that the battle had fully begun. The enemy coming this close was a bold but dangerous move. The Ashlan fleet was extremely heavily armed and the ships were outfitted to be as durable as possible, if this was a pitched duel the enemy were going to come out badly from it. More beams rocked the shields of the pillar of retribution, several emitters were overloading, but her shield technicians were keeping there redundant overlapping systems operational for now. "Keep firing, we have ships on every turret, they should all be firing at maximum capacity"

The captain nodded, the amount of incoming fire being converted by the shields was more than offsetting the drain of having all batteries at full operation. The lead star destroyer was taking a particularly aggressive course, so the shield leech and fusion accelerator was continued to be targeted on them, at this range most weapons were hitting.

There was a bright flash like a supernova in the distance as a ship she could not see exploded, she looked at the holo, it was one of her frigates, her sensors detected a catastrophic reactor breach. "All ships continue firing, take evasive manoeuvres but keep your guns on them." her words were silenced suddenly and the holo board showed disconnects on every ship. "admiral, they are jamming all external communications"

"That much is clear, get our ECM suite up and break through that jamming signal, we need to speak to our ships"

"captain, the enemy is launching boarding torpedoes, it appears we are the intended target"

"Sound the boarding alerts and prepare the Marines to welcome guests, fingers crossed out CAP and point defence will mop most of them up first" As if she had spoke the order to the gun turrets directly, she saw the tracers of hundreds of rotary point defence turrets spraying in clouds around the ship, her fighters also flew across the expansive ship to engage the same torpedoes. There was enough flak there to prevent a large amount of the torpedoes hitting home, but her internal sensors showed that survivors of the wave had started to impact the ship. She looked at the two silent Holy Guard that part of the platoon assigned as her personal bodyguard. She could only hope the fighting never gets this close.

An alert arrived on the hyperspace arrival system, something big was about to arrive, seconds late the hulking form of another Noble Crusader battlecruiser dropped out of hyperspace and immediately engaged he opponents. The registry read Paladin's Light but she didn't have the comms back up yet to ask him why he was here, this was not part of the deployment plans. She was grateful though, his fleet would surely improve the situation.

Far in the distance, the Dominion frigates were suffering badly, their heavy turbolaser emplacements were singing, scoring hit after hit on the destroyers, but the larger ships hit hard, as second frigate broke in half as a proton beam passed through her mid section, a third, suffering a major hit to her bridge was now without leadership, but her disciplined gun crews continued to fire as instructed.

The Majestic heavy cruisers were now taking the brunt of the star destroyer firepower, and although their shields were holding, some buckling in the external plate were bleed pressures where leaking through were beginning to show.
 
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Location: The Sith trench line

Engaging: Vora Kaar Vora Kaar

Personal Loadout: lightsaber, armorweave priest's vestments

Allies: Cedric Grayson Cedric Grayson , Kasia Celestyne, Darth Themis Darth Themis , Mikhail Grayson Mikhail Grayson , Renair Naki, Lonnie Kai Lonnie Kai , Allyson Locke Allyson Locke , AC

Enemies: Darth Maleva, Darth Bellum Darth Bellum , Maestus Maestus , Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis , Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield , The Grim Lady The Grim Lady , WotS

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Today We Fight

As the Holy Guard made their advance, the ground began to rumble beneath their feet. Large spikes of rock shot up, creating a jagged V-shaped choke point leading straight to both the Sith and his mechanical beast. Pietro knew that the Sith were a clever, conniving lot, and never expected this to be a straightforward battle. To fight a Sith lord wasn't just to clash blades; it was a battle of the mind. This stranger standing before him looked to break their spirit, and Pietro would not have it.

"It is strange... so many Sith speak of strength and triumph in battle, and yet rely on so many others. I am not completely naive to your identity, Vora Kaar. Tell me... how can a so-called 'lord of strength' be strong if they require such an abomination to slay their enemies? How much power can you truly hold?"

Pietro wished to provoke the man, and hoped that hubris would be his downfall. As he continued, he raised his off-hand toward one side of the spiked wall.

"I have no misguided perceptions of the source of my power. The Ashla is the power, and I am merely one of many channels through which that power moves."

With those words, Pietro ripped the spikes from the left side of the choke point from the ground, lifting them into the air. His eyes began glowing with the blinding light of Ashla as he cried out, launching the earthen spikes at both the Sith and his large beast. He looked toward the Holy Guard that accompanied him, motioning to the foes before them.

"Ashla is with us!!!"

He charged forward, his Holy Guard close behind. If the giant shards of stone didn't kill the Sith, then it would have to be their own holy blades...

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Location: Adjacent to the Outpost
Engaging: Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust
Forces: 8/12 Vigils of Drako, Uvak

Drako felt the rush of the cool mountain air against the durasteel carapace of his armor, the resistance assured him of his speed. As his lance lowered with lethal intent against the transport he felt the Uvak stagger. The disturbance caused him to be jostled in the saddle. Mere moments later the Uvak was roaring in agony as Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust began to use green lightning to harm it. The beasts' muscles turned taut and the trio began to plummet quickly.

The Knight let go of his powerlance which spun down into ravine like valley below. With both hands he held onto the reigns as his head turned to look over his shoulder at Heinrich. His golden eyes burned brightly within the shade that the helmet's visor provided "Begone wretch!" he bellowed as he forcefully smashed his back towards the other, hoping that in combination with the wild spiraling of the Uvak it would be enough to dislodge Heinrich from the back of his mount. There after all was only secure seating for one.

If that proved to be insufficient, Drako, would turn so that he could reach behind him with right hand and grasp at Heinrich's clothing - then attempt to yank him forward.
 

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Location: The skies near the outpost

Engaging: Drako Drako

Personal Loadout: lightsaber, Ashlan battle armor

Allies: Brimstone Brimstone , Lonnie Kai Lonnie Kai , AC

Enemies: Chimera Chimera , Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Zinn Zinn Bink'sa , Darth Vinaze Darth Vinaze , WotS

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The Uvak began to plummet in response to the shining, green lightning that jolted through its body. As they flew downward, the armored rider dropped his lance. Having bought the soldiers within the transport some time, Heinrich felt a second of relief. That relief wasn't meant to last long, as the rider was quick to react. His armored body slammed into Heinrich, sending him over the side of the beast. Heinrich was barely able to find purchase, grasping onto the leathery wing of the Uvak as they continued to chaotically make their descent.

It was close. Heinrich's hand slid along the beast's wing, only managing to snag a grip toward the outer portion of the wing. He knew that he didn't have much time to find a solution. The Sith were unforgiving while in possession of an advantage, and Heinrich had to find a way to level the field. He quickly drew his lightsaber, igniting its emerald blade. As soon as it roared to life, Heinrich cut along the wing of the beast, tearing through flesh and bone as he attempted to disable its ability to fly.

As he cut through the beast, he let out a jovial insult to the rider.

"It seems your beast is about to be grounded!"

As soon as the words left his lips, Heinrich used a chunk of the wing to swing himself back toward the beast's underside, grabbing onto one of it's legs once he closed the gap. His next target would be the saddle, hoping to cut the rider loose from the falling beast, leaving him to fall to the valley below. He knew that the possibility of failure was very, very real...

And yet, he had to try...

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| Location | Fortress Ninn, Ninn​
| Purpose | Consume and Evolve​
| Opposition | Open​
The tempo of battle began to pick up in pace as both sides began to clash with one another in an attempt to break the stalemate, with the Ashalans attempting to break the front lines and the forces of the Sith sending forth their fodder and spawn to die in their name. Amongst the Sith were many individuals of merit and prestige as well as individuals that held much potential for the future - those who would help further aid in the redistribution of power amongst the Dark side and by extension the galaxy at large.​
The figure of the Lord of Eternal Conflict vanished from the tallest spire that overlooked the fortress, fading into a cloud of ominous black mist, dark swirls twisting and cascading down like a tide of shadows and smoke visible only to those who had been granted the gift of the Force. This cloud of dark shadows washed over the walls of the fortress and along the shattered and broken earth.​
Like a tidal wave of darkness, the towering figure of Darth Bellum would emerge at the head, taking a large stride out as his form became visible, a clawed hand reaching behind him as a tear ripped itself in the very fabric of space - the hilt of a blade whos hunger rivaled his own emerging as his wretched gauntlet grasped its shaft and pulled the blade free from its alternate plane of existence.​
To those who were non-Force Sensitive, it would appear as if a sword had suddenly appeared from nowhere, floating by itself and moving on its own; to those who held even the slightest grasp of the Force's powers would see the skeletal titan wielding his blade ready to cleave any foolish enough to cross paths with the hungering lord of war.​

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You rush in foolhardy, Paladin of Ashla. You leave yourself open to counterattack. I could have split you from stem to stern. I sense something in you. Something that propels you to attack rashly. What troubles you, Ashlan? Anger over the past? Or dismay over the future?

Kasia's nostrils flared slightly, and a faint light shone in her eyes as she came face to face with her foe and heard her words. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then sent a telekinetic strike from her left hand at her opponent's right knee while adding some pressure to their press before bounding back a pair of steps. Her goal was to unbalance her opponent physically, while she tried to unbalance Kasia mentally.

Maintaining her footing as best she could, she struck forward once more aiming a tip cut for the eye. Her posture left an opening to go for her own leading leg, though whether that was by plan or simply the chaos of battle defeating proper form remained to be seen.

Around them she barely felt the press of bodies as the Ashlan forces pushed on the Siths. She was no great commander of forces, she trusted them to do their duty by Ashla's will, and she would do hers.
 

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Engaging: Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze

It already was hurting a bit more to move forward, though the individual dropping before him on top of the crater, overlooking the more weakened Jedi of Renair Naki caused a bit of concern. For one thing, he never really met a Mandalorian in red armor before...and one with a functioning lightsaber. The glow of red put a small spike of fear into Naki but it vanished rather quickly. Lifting the lightfoil up, he spoke out loud as he held it with both hands, making a mocking gesture.

"It is no secret your walls are made of Duraplast and Twigs!"

Then came the whistling noises as Renair twisted rather quickly to see something approaching. Swinging almost a bit wildly at the whistling birds, there was several small explosions, some forcing the lightfoil back with each blow till one made an explosion near his hand. Giving a growl at that, he turned to see the Mandalorian charge as he swiftly held up the lightfoil...as it was deactivated! A panic swept through Renair as he activated it again as he slid across the lightsaber blade of the other individual and turned to keep facing him as the lightfoil turned off again.

The whistling birds did their job alright...it damaged the lightfoil. The yellow blade it protruded barely seemed to function at all as Renair kept his thumb on the activator, the plasma flickering before them before turning off, requiring him to reactivate it. Thinking fast on his feet, he walked forward and reactivated the light foil, striking against the other mans crimson blade downward as it suddenly turned off again, flicking it back upwards to ignite it again and push forward to stab the individual. Sadly this attempt no matter what would fail as it deactivated before it even touched the chest, pulling back in a flourish on reactivating the lightfoil to keep the crimson blade away.

Standing possibly a few feet away, Renair knew the honest truth in the back of his mind. He was in deep trouble and he needed to find a method to get around this...and soon.
 


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Location: Outside of the fortress

Engaging: Renair Naki

Allies: Darth Bellum Darth Bellum , Vora Kaar Vora Kaar , Darth Maleva, Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield , Maestus Maestus , The Grim Lady The Grim Lady , WotS

Enemies: Cedric Grayson Cedric Grayson , Kasia Celestyne, AC

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The whistling birds seemed to do their job. Though they didn't kill Khamul's opponent, they had managed to disable his lightfoil. A surprise, to be sure... but a welcome one.

Khamul smiled behind the shining metal of his beskar helm. This would truly be an honorable kill, and he was ready to deliver the blow from the right hand of the inevitable clutches of death. As he progressed downward toward the man, he let out just a few words...

"Duraplast, twigs, and the souls of those that dared to defy the Sith."

He quickly slid to the side of the man, who seemed to still be struggling to get his lightfoil online. Truthfully, Khamul felt a level of disappointment. All these years without a Jedi kill... and the best he could get was this? It was enough to make him question the merits of such a kill.

"I thought that the followers of Ashla would have more to offer. At least, more than most Jedi. The truth, however..."

He raised his lightsaber, ready to deliver the final coup de grace.

"It seems that you are no less than any other faction of Jedi. Blinded by the light, unknowing of the dark. Pity... so much potential lost."

With those words, he plunged his crimson blade downward, hoping to end this wretch's existence.

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You wanna know what happened? Some Sith attacked my city. My home! Killed my master and everyone that I cared about. Are you satisfied now?

She learned quickly from her failed attack. Physical combat would not work on this foul wretch from the Abyss. Idly, she wondered what hell he had erupted from. Soon, her mind turned to ways to banish him. Send him back, preferably kicking and screaming.

She calmed her heart and mind quickly. For she knew she could not act out of anger or some deep seeded desire to exterminate every last Sith from the galaxy. But she would start with him. She centered her mind, and focused on the Force. The will of the Force. And words from her master.
Patience and wisdom.

And the will of the Force made it self manifest to her.

She deactivated one saber, and hooked it back to her belt. Raising her now free hand in a clenched fist, she called on the cleansing power of the Force. The bright, powerful light of the Force. She opened her hand and released a powerful blast of Force Light. Fully intended on defeating the damned abomination before her.

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Location:
Brimstone outside the AA base duelling
Assault forces at shield generator location

Composition at end of post
Hades commandos 7/8
Sons of Ession 12/25

my dueling companion is yet to reply so this is a 'meanwhile' post

As Brimstone and Chimera Chimera continued to duel, the hades team and their ession allies continued their assault. They had now breached the shield generator door and their target was in front of them. A large pulsating machine sending beams if energy, up through the roof and into the air where it was repelling the firepower from orbit, there was only nominal guards inside here, the rest of the forces apparently distracted by the multiple ongoing duels outside. In here, if it wasn't for the thooom....thooom....thooom of the shield generator, it would almost seem quiet. The hades team began to prepare their charges.

Outside the door the remaining sons of ession were holding their ground, 2 more had succumbed to the ongoing firefight and a further two were incapacitated from their wounds.

The Two commandos from the smaller team were supporting them, keeping the worst of the enemy assault away and preparing them for evac.

All of a sudden, five heavily armoured commandos barrelled out of the shield generator, followed by a billowing explosion that shook the ground. Up above their heads, the energy shield generator faltered and collapsed.

Now it was the turn of the fleet to pick off those AA turrets.
 

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The strikes seem to have been effective in all regard, having made Renair feel the pain from earlier magnified. The words from the Mandalorian before him echoed in red armor, saying that the light side had blinded him before all intents and purposes. Raising the hilt of the lightfoil in defiance, he spoke out a phrase that echoed from his own mentor, activating the lightfoil once more in an attempt to stop the blade from striking down upon him.

"I am no Jedi!"

Then the impossible occured...the lightfoil deactivated right when it was supposed to connect. The eyes of Renair went wide and the crimson blade found its target, slashing him through the chest violently. Burnt flesh could be smelled, bones crackling and organs burning from the inside. There was a stunned silence as he held the lightfoil up still, as if not believing he was ever hit. The silence enveloped him before his body let go, all his physical energy leaving him and collapsing onto the ground. The bodily functions ending on the spot, his brain barely alive and his organs heavily damaged yet his Force Signature was growing a bit stronger.

Within a few seconds, the Force on Renairs body would disperse, almost outflowing an immersive amount of energy that seemed to be pent up. It would not harm anyone, but it would give a wave of hope and fear all at once. It would be at least, an uneasy feeling from someone recently killed. Then again, no one had killed a Lorekeeper in combat for over eight hundred years, much less one that started to become one in this galaxy. The story for Renair Naki had ended...at least, in this realm. But in the Netherworld, that was a different story.

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Location: Netherworld
Place: The White Room

Renair Naki would gasp loudly, waking up on the other side of the Netherworld. Sitting up rather quickly, he started to feel his own body as it seemed...healed. Slowly standing up, he saw an infinite space of white, a room that seemed of no use and of no thought. Almost entranced, Naki would start moving forward only to see the same thing walking one portion of the way. Turning to walk the other way, he felt something hard hit him and fly him across the room before making him slide. Shaking his head, he got up and lifted his hands up, confused as he turned a few times. Seeing a nearby door, he started to jog towards it, only to see it pulling away more and more out of sight before it vanished.

Exhausted, Naki had to stop and breath, looking left and right as he seemed confused. He knew he had died...but-

"Where am I?"
 


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The strike with the chain had been a feint, more or less, yet one the commander capitalized on with much greater speed than Chimera had anticipated. It was obvious he had misjudged the man, yet he was unwavering in his resolve to defeat him. Yanked closer to the man, the fiery fiend was exposed to the brunt, crushing power of the flaming war axe. The searing blade plunged into his shoulder, splicing and crushing its way through the dead tissue to expose the charred, smoldering bones beneath. Hot blood espoused from the wound, soiling the High Warlord's armor with its eerie, blackish stain, and erupting in a cloud of condemning steam so hot it could burn flesh.

Wounded, Chimera did not offer a sound in reply, as he was wont to do, and instead focused his fiery gaze on the man with greater intent. A devilish plan surfaced in his mind, one which would offer an advantage of his own now that Brimstone was tangled in melee with him.

One hand gripping the ember-laced chain between them, the other swiftly grabbed at the handle of the axe embedded in his shoulder. He could only assume how the mechanisms that allowed the blade to ignite operated, and his suspicion was confirmed the instant his hand contacted the hilt and he felt the hum of power cells beneath the surface. With sinister silence, Chimera focused his power through the ephemeral Force churning in malevolent tide around them, funneling it into the power cells of the weapon with the full intention of overloading them and triggering an explosion.

He was fireproof.

The same remained to be seen in his opponent.​

ALLIES | WotS | BotM | Darth Vinaze Darth Vinaze | Drako Drako | Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Zinn Zinn Bink'sa
FOES | AC | THE LIGHT | ENAGING Brimstone Brimstone | Lonnie Kai Lonnie Kai
 
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Location: Adjacent to the Outpost
Engaging: Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust
Forces: 8/12 Vigils of Drako, Uvak

The Uvak's wing membrane was not fragile, though that mattered little when faced with such weapons as a Lightsaber. As the Uvak was injured yet again it roared in pain. As the creature tumbled through the air and Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust preformed his acrobatic maneuvers around the Uvak's stomach, the ground was fast approaching. Drako braced himself as the Uvak reached outward towards the quickly passing cliff faces and dug its front talons into the stone. Small fragments of rock burst from the surface as the Uvak's lower body pulled itself towards the rock.

As the Uvak's body went to cling to the cliff face and its rocky surface the swordsman below would have limited options to remain beneath it. In preparation for the inevitable, more personal, conflict with the hitchhiker Drako grasped the hilt of his saber with his right hand and ignited it. The ancient orange blade hummed to life as power from the hip mounted cell fueled it via cable "Enough games coward." he demanded in challenge. Drako had lost already one of his loyal beasts on Malachor, he would not be losing another so soon "Every wound suffered by my Uvak will see a dozen deaths on your quaking hands." his threat of reprisal may sound genuine enough. Drako was far more willing to kill people than creatures and put more stock in their existence by many multitudes. Beasts were loyal, people were not, beasts had innate power, many were weak.
 

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Her words were having an effect on Kasia Celestyne, however minor just yet. Without ever having been trained, Maestus was utilizing Dun Moch for the very first time. If she ever realized what she was doing had an actual name, she would seek out more knowledge and educate herself fully.


As it were, she was a little busy at the moment. Kasia's blast to her knee did unbalance her, shooting a quick painful spasm through her leg. She dropped to one knee with a growl. She, Maestus, Sith Lord, knelt to no one. She had, however, little time to consider that. or anything else. Kasia Celestyne was on her once again, this time aiming for her face. Throwing her hands up, she quickly enacted a Telekenetic Force Shield, preventing the loss of an eye. Or worse, a sword tip to the brain.

Careful, Paladin of Ashla. I sense your anger growing as we battle. You long to see an end to me. To the Sith. Tell me, Kasia Celestyne. What can you, one lone Jedi, hope to do against the might of all Sith? Timne and again, Jedi, Galactic Alliance, even various Imperial factions have attempted what you seek to do. They were legion, and still failed. You and your Crusade are miniscule in comparison. Face the truth, Kasia. The Sith will never be gone.
 
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Location : AA base
Opponent : Chimera Chimera
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Brimstone saw axe blade bite deeply into the creature in front of, but nothing, not a cry of pain and no let up in the assault, with the sith pushing forwards and grabbing the thick haft of his axe.

Ha! Thought Brimstone, this man could not stand a chance of wrestling the ake out of his strong grip, but it was quickly apparent, that was not the intention. As the molecules inside the energy packs began to get agitated by the onslaught from chimera, the axe head glowed brighter and brighter.

Hotter and hotter the axe got, although this happened in mere seconds until suddenly the whole haft exploded in a fireball. The force of the explosion throwing even the massive frame of brimstone back.

Brimstone glared at the place where his armoured gauntlet once was, the glove had taken the brunt of the force and now was a mangled mess of metal parts up to the wrist. The wrist mounted pistol was completely destroyed and all that extended from the end of his arm was a ruined mass of blackened and ripped muscle fibres.

That would return, but now he was in a difficult position, the creature was clearly something special, too fast for his rotary, and his flamethrower would likely be of no use. His only options were to run, or to try and fight one armed with his vibroblade.

He knew that until the commandos completed the raid, he needed to take a stand, so was satisfied when he saw the shield dissappear and the first turbolaser blasts from orbit being taking apart the anti-air defences.

"Brimstone to Barbarian" Brimstone communicated in his encrypted headset. "Base neutralised, ready for hot pick up immediately, all commandos proceed to extraction point beta"

High in low orbit of the planet, his prized gunship roared into life as his crew descended to pick up him and his men, not long now and they could make their escape.
 

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The approaching crusaders would draw closer and closer to the stoic Lord of Eternal Conflict as he wielded the massive six-foot long blade in one hand casually, his free hand reaching out towards the advancing army of light with outstretched claws as spirals of shadow began to form in his palm. From a dozen meters in front of him, a rapidly growing shroud of darkness began to appear, a pair of metallic hands reaching through as it grasped the edges of the portal, forcing it wider as an armored Gen'dai stepped through, a massive cleaver of a blade on its back.​
The Gen'dai known as Rive, a pawn under the command of Bellum would reach his hand back as he grasped the hilt of his blade, looking back at Bellum briefly before back at the advancing crusaders, pulling the blade off his back as he widened his stance and readied himself. Incoming blaster bolts would glance off their armor before they came into range, Rive twisting his body as he let the fibrous muscle cords that his body comprised of extend, enhancing his swing range as he sent the cleaver like blade flying, slamming into the advancing line from the side with a powerful blow that cleaved everyone unfortunate to get caught in two.​
Darth Bellum began to stride forward at a slow and deliberate pace. The blade in his hand hungered as it sensed the tides of flesh and blood fast approaching the Sith Lord, ready to gorge itself and feast on the essence they were so willing to throw at him, the crystal heart at its hilt pulsating like a beating heart. A single sweep with one hand sent heads and dismembered body parts flying in a gory spray of blood that rained down onto the earth, the crusader's conventional weapons proving to be useless against the spirit of a dead Sith Lord and his immortal blade.​
The aura of dread and despair began to grow thick and heavy in the midst of the battle - on this day the crusaders would not come as conquerors, but sheep to the slaughter to have their numbers culled. Even should they succeed in taking the fortress, their deaths would only serve to strengthen and grow the Sith that fought and lived. In doing so his strength would only continue to grow - and his return would only unleash a tidal wave of wrath upon the Galaxy.​

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Writing as Darth Vinaze & Kuric Taumin
Allies: Drako Drako | Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Zinn Zinn Bink'sa | Chimera Chimera

Enemies: Lonnie Kai Lonnie Kai | Brimstone Brimstone | Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust
Engaging: Anyone and Everyone on Objective 2


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Vinaze fed from her terrible memories, seeing them as she saw them in the moment, and savouring her horror. But it did not last for long. She had resolve.

As her aura calmed she went to make her next move. Vinaze had no intention of stopping her. The burst of light radiating from the Jedi burned him, as if it were forcing his ethereal form back to whence it came. But he would not go quietly into that goodnight.


“I have faced stronger Jedi than you, girl. Though your light is searing and righteous, it cannot pierce the darkness. The Sith who stand against you on this world have been defeated many times before by our enemies, but we have persevered with unmatched strength and trust in the Dark Side.”


When the girl's light was exhausted, the Sith lord remained, though weakened. The sweet taste of fear was receding from him, his own aura dimming while hers grew stronger. This was a minuscule victory for her, but what she had just done had opened a veritable hoard of possibilities Vinaze had yet to account for as he adjusted to his new form. But the first one… he could see almost instantly. Kuric approached his flank, blood dripping from his sword.

“We are not here to toy with the Jedi. If you won’t kill her, I will.” Kuric’s frustration with his master reached its peak. It was unfair. Kuric’s strength meant he could be a warlord in his own right, but Vinaze held him back. Kuric knew his master must fear his power, and it was rightly so. Soon everyone in this outpost would learn to fear his power.

Both master and apprentice could feel what was happening, and they both wondered if the Jedi could sense it too.Now was the hour when student became master, or died trying. It was a rite as ancient as the original Dark Jedi exiles, and every Sith knew the time came eventually. Kuric had thought it long out of his grasp as he cursed the name of the Devil who slew Vinaze, but now he realized the undead form of his master was not unassailable.

Kuric silently leveled his blade at his master. Vinaze relaxed, suggesting surrender. Just as it should be. Kuric’s victory was at hand.

He swung his blade hard at his master. Before the blade, which had once belonged to the very man it was slaying, could connect Vinaze’s smokey black form shifted towards Kuric. The knight’s muscles locked, and the ethereal vapours that constituted his master slithered into his orifices. Kuric dropped to his knees stunned, and his blade clattered to the floor. A shockwave of Force was propelled from around him, throwing aside any Jedi who might intervene in Vinaze’s stroke of genius.

From inside Kuric’s head the voice of his master spoke to him, tearing his mind to shreds with every word.


“Can you feel it, Kuric? That feeling of complete helplessness, the lack of strength to break free from my hold? No physical strength you or any man possesses could break this most primal of emotions. You are stunned, naturally, unable to process the realization that your life is forfeit. You wanted to know my passion. The terror rushing through every neuron, exploding through every synapse… that is my passion. I feed from your dread… and I know you’ve dreaded this moment for a long, long time. You may have never even realized it, but in the darkest recesses of your mind you have always been afraid of my retribution. I feel you struggle against me, but you practice an exercise in futility. You have never had the strength to succeed me, and even as a pawn you have failed. A wiser man would have followed in my footsteps to achieve immortality… but a wiser man indeed would never have taken you under his wing. Your greatest achievement has been survival, through thick and thin, and though the Force spares your life repeatedly, you still squander it. I will not be so lenient. I give you now your final task, and your final act. Then you will cease to exist. Every moment from now until your impending death will be horrific. Not only will the pain overcome your very being, but your last sliver of consciousness will see all that you could have become.”


The pain Kuric felt was immeasurable, and indescribable, worse than the death that his body and mind screamed for. He could muster enough energy only to shout his final words to his master, screaming them in agony for all to hear as those around watched his body twist and contort in unnatural ways.

“I HATE YOU!”

But the only ears those words were for couldn't care less. The transformation was already underway. In Kuric’s body, harnessing his power, Vinaze would become something strong enough to repel the Jedi from this world.

Kuric watched helplessly from behind his eyes as his body transformed, growing and mutating. His limbs contorted as the extended, his body reaching twice its already impressive height. His horns grew huge and imposing, far greater than any Devaronians could ever be. His skin hardened and blackened before his body burst open with flames fuelled by his pain and anger.

The beast that had been Kuric Taumin, now simply a murderous vessel for the spirit of Darth vinaze, let out a deep and monstrous roar, an immediate challenge for all the Jedi. Only the luckiest would escape alive...
 

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Location: The cliff-side

Engaging: Drako Drako

Personal Loadout: lightsaber, Ashlan battle armor

Allies: Brimstone Brimstone , Lonnie Kai Lonnie Kai , AC

Enemies: Chimera Chimera , Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Zinn Zinn Bink'sa , Darth Vinaze Darth Vinaze , WotS

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Heinrich was about to direct his attacks to the rider, when the Uvak made a sudden dip toward the ground. As the beast was about to slam into the ground, Heinrich jumped, landing onto the ground below. His opponent was clever; perhaps more than he initially gave him credit for. He would have to remain diligent if he wanted to see victory today.

The landing wasn't his most graceful, but he managed to not break any bones. Heinrich slowly stood, raising his lightsaber in front of him, taking a defensive stance. His opponent had drawn his own blade... was it a protosaber? Heinrich hadn't seen one in use in years. He wondered which tomb the rider had to dig up in order to find it. The Sith always had an obsession with artifacts, cannibalizing their own history in search of greater power. To Heinrich, it was just a bunch of shadows of the ancient Sith, attempting to return to the glory days of old. He let out a scoff as he spoke.

"Cowards rely on beasts in a fight. Cowards succumb to the darkness of the Bogan, and give in to their own fear for a small modicum of power. No... I am no coward."

Heinrich raised his offhand toward his opponent, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he called out to the Ashla for strength. He could feel the life that remained on this planet, from the wind, to the rivers, to the insects that crawled beneath his feet. This was what he fought for. Though the Sith had tainted Ninn, there was always a chance to save the planet from the cold, shrouded hands of the darkness.

Suddenly, somewhere above, a shattering cacophony of dark rage filled the empyrean. The shriek of pain and anger, culminating in a roar of hatred that echoed into the ravine. Heinrich wasn't sure of the cause, but he could feel the power. He had to end this fight soon, and get back to the others...

Finally, letting out another deep breath, he opened his eyes.

"I am a son of Ession."

With those words, Heinrich begun his advance, sending emerald lightning in short bursts in the direction of both rider and beast as he slowly closed the gap. He may not have been a Sith, but he had to be aggressive. The Sith would give no quarter, so neither would he.

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Location: Outside of the fortress

Engaging: Cedric Grayson Cedric Grayson

Allies: Darth Bellum Darth Bellum , Vora Kaar Vora Kaar , Darth Maleva, Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield , Maestus Maestus , The Grim Lady The Grim Lady , WotS

Enemies: Kasia Celestyne, Pietro Demici Pietro Demici , Darth Themis Darth Themis , Mikhail Grayson Mikhail Grayson , AC

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Renair Naki raised his lightfoil in a final act of defiance, hoping to block Khamul's blade. Just as the blades were about to cross, the lightfoil deactivated, allowing Khamul to land the final blow. Upon striking the man down, Khamul uttered a few words under his breath.

"Jedi or not, you can die all the same."

But he didn't die like others. As the last bit of life left Renair, a wave of powerful energy shot out in all directions from his body, sending a shiver down down Khamul's back. Was it fear? No, Khamul never felt fear. He knew that the reality of the world was kill or be killed, and had accepted the idea of his own death long ago. But if not fear, then what was this feeling? Khamul was unsure, but knew that it would be something to ponder another day. He quickly shook it off, and ignited his jetpack, allowing it to take him back to the fray.

As Khamul rejoined the fight at the Sith trench line, another opponent caught his eye. An armor-clad Jedi was cutting through the lines of the Warlords, bringing an elite unit in tow. If left unchecked, they would eventually break the Sith lines, opening the Jin'Tutsimia open to breaching. Khamul had to hold them back, by any means necessary. He quickly got on the comlink in his helmet, reaching out to the Mandalorians that were spread across the field of battle.

<<Hold the line, keep these Jedi at bay. I'll take their leader.>>

With those words, Khamul landed in front of the armored man, staring him down through his beskar helmet.

"I didn't expect to kill more than one lightsider today, but it looks like death has smiled upon me after all."

His blade reignited, screaming alive in a fiery rage of crimson plasma. He had heard of this man... this Cedric Grayson. Those of the Warlords that had fought on Csilla brought back words of the man's fight against the Dark Voice. Lesser men may even tremble at the thought of fighting such a warrior... but Khamul was no lesser man.

Today, he would bring this man down, and his precious crusade along with it. Khamul would become a legend, and all would tremble at the sound of his name.

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The fighting and bloodshed intensified. More wounded being brought to her healing Radius. She focused, disliking using the Light in such a passive manner. She would have been out there, fighting alongside Cedric otherwise. But it would have given away she was no ordinary Light Adept, even more than her current use of the Light betrayed how powerful she was over most of the healers present, many of whom had joined their light to hers, none sensing anything amiss as they meditated around her, though they did notice there was a wall between their well intentioned efforts and the core of her being. Master De Lifte didn't let anyone close to her. Not too close anyway. None of them could see past that barrier, and they were so caught up in the font of power she was in the Light that it never occurred to them to peer deeper, past the nearly invisible manifestations of Ashla she generated, it's presence known only in how fast otherwise fatal wounds sealed in the radius around her...

But Themis intended much more than just healing...

Soldiers watched in amazement, disturbing Themis with the level of religious ferver they experienced in bringing the wounded to watch the Ashla they so loved actually work. Themis didn't think the Light Side cared a fig for them, personally. But hey, it was their life...let them worship the tool she worked her will with if it floated their boat. But she had saved so many of their lives already she knew they were willing to swear by her the next time. They began to fanatically defend her triage area, shooting at any enemy that dared get close to her healing Radius.

Themis began chanting, expanding the power and scope of The Light Side energy around her. The radius began to expand exponentially, even as she and the other healers doubled over in pain from the exertion, though she took the brunt of the pain, fighting through it to focus.

The Light would not just began to heal, but to invigorate the allies in the trenches, making them stronger and faster, in addition to recovering from severe injuries very quickly, and it would began to subtly interfere with and harm the focus and power of any who dared swear by the Bogan...

Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze

Maestus Maestus

Cedric Grayson Cedric Grayson

Mikhail Grayson Mikhail Grayson

Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis

Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield

Darth Bellum Darth Bellum

Pietro Demici Pietro Demici

Kasia Celestyne
 

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