A New Bastion (Primeval Dominion of Bastion)

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel fell asleep in the dropship, but woke up to orders coming through his communicator ordering the elimination of rebel officers. Sounds simple enough. Mikkel loaded his K29, screwed on the suppressor, and headed to find a high rise where he could get a good vantage point of the battle. Setting up the bipod, Mikkel searched around for rebel-looking soldiers and more specifically who was leading them into battle (or just looked enthusiastic). Turning on his targeting system, Mikkel started shooting anyone who looked like a reasonably high value target.

"Markov reporting in, I'm stationed on a high rise behind enemy lines, and am shooting anyone who looks like they might be an officer. Any intel on what the officers actually look like?" Mikkel said over his communicator.

 

[Ebenezer]

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[and so it must stay]​

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Another one sliced in half. Another brought down by laser fire. This was awfully boring. In fact, it was just getting harder as the rebels grew in numbers and momentum. The messenger in his boot flashed a message followed by audio. Something about taking out officers.

"Will do, boss. Thanks for the information, as if we hadn't already figured that out..." The croke quipped.
Ebenezer dismissed his illusions, his amphistaff falling to the ground as his true self crawled out of the boot and onto the amphistaff.

"To the shadows, my mighty steed! They will receive our evil might from the shadows! CHARGE!" The croke said, pointing his forwardmost left leg forward, his eyes pointed ever so diligently forward. The Amphistaff lurched forward in a quick slither, staying close to the shadows and mostly out of sight, looking as only if a snake were slithering through the area if they didn't pay close attention.

 

[Dredge]

Dredge paced down the streets of bastion behind him his army setting fire to buildings. The armored demon and his men simply paced forward until they reached the first security check point in their way. Sandbags mounded up with men firing blasters behind them sprung forward and the fight was on again. Dredge let out a roar and ran forward to fight. His men began to open fire and the firefight was a go.

"KILL THEM!!" Dredge yelled as he came into the first squad of men at the forward bunker.

Lifting the massive sword he brought it down and took two men with a single swipe. Lifting his left hand up he grabbed hold of a another man and crushed his neck afterward slamming his body down to the pavement with a sick crack. Dredge brought the sword up to bear and soon made quick work of the remaining three in slashes and stabs from the massive blade. His men were progressing and he was not to be stopped this day.

 

[Kitsune]

The leader bowed his head at Kitsune and headed out from the ship. The engineering chief brought Kitsune a Tsmeu-6 Personal Wheel Bike for her to use, and she immediately boarded and disembarked with the warriors.

The road was empty. Null. Silent. The world was covered in darkness, for unknown reasons. The skies dark. The atmosphere gloomy and depressing. The soldiers, in their stark white and blue light armor, dashed forward at incredible speeds to reach the administrative building of the city. Although it was only 1.8 kilometers away, Kitsune felt uneasy. Uneasy in the presence of such darkness, and without the Force to clearly demonstrate whether this was the correct choice.

She paused for a moment. Her gut feeling, whether that be apart of the Force or not, told her something was wrong. She immediately commed the ISS Mikoshi. "Tell them to send a mechanized unit as soon as possible. Things are going to get ugly."

Nodding to the company, they entered the adjacent buildings and began clearing them of any persons. Empty.

Frak.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

After waiting for a response and receiving none, and killing about 50 'enemies', Mikkel climbed down and looked for someone he can team up with. After a while, he came across [member="Dredge"], which was not that big of an accomplishment since all Mikkel had to do was follow the fire.

"Dredge, Markov here. Agent of the Bleeding Sun. Mind if I tag along?" Markov asked, switching from his K29 to his blaster rifle and throwing a fire bomb into a random building.

 

[Boethiah]

The battle was still fairing in their favour but the Host Lord received word that the resistance held the palace and formed a barricade with as many loyalists as they could, even though they had them outnumbered, The Primeval couldn't risk destroying the Imperial Archives and thus had to leave the city mostly undamaged.

"I want everyone on that barricade, offer them a chance.. Submit or die.", she scolded an officer for their failure to act sooner. Of course it wasn't entirely there fault but still; this battle could've been over much sooner.

Unfortunately things would have to wait -- for now -- but with that in mind, the Host Lord and her troops continued their path towards the palace, hopefully to meet up with any others on the way. Their forces were scattered quite a bit due to assuming that there would be little resistance. Their overwhelming swarm tactics worked enough to get them into the city but taking it would require a more refined strategy. That was easier said than done, Bastion is a fortress-world, not a backwater.

"Keep an eye out for those defense towers, damage to the city must remain minimal.", she ordered.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

Dredge grabbed a nearby trooper and crushed his neck as Mikkel approached him. Letting his body drop to the ground dredge quickly raised his hand and white hot fire poured from it and screamed it's way into another squad of incoming troops setting them ablaze in fire and death. The devil dredge looked over to the agent and smiled his words calm and professional.

"I knew a Markov once. I killed him, let us hope you fair better." Dredge said to him and chuckled with his dark voice.

A blaster bolt flew toward Dredge and he quickly swatted down it down with the massive blade. He looked to the agent and back forward. There was a bunker about twenty feet wide with a dozen or so men behind it. It was time to see if the man was worthy or not. Combat was where people learned who they were in this life.

"Fight boy!!" Dredge yelled then stomped forward towards the imps cement a horde of his men following him brandishing various blades and guns

 

[Kitsune]

Almost immediately, the first mortar made its impact against the streets. Luckily for Kitsune and her men, they were able to miss this first round, but they would soon realize their targets were missing. Kitsune commed her entire company in Vahla, in case their communications were being detected, "FAN OUT, MOVE TO THE ADJACENT STREETS AND ADVANCE FORWARD. ONCE WE DETERMINE THEIR LOCATION, CONVERGE BACK TO THE CENTER AND WE'LL FLANK THEM ON BOTH SIDES."

Kitsune had ridden her Tsmeu-6 Personal Wheel Bike inside of the building and revved the engines. She smashed the acceleration systems of the Bike, using the double laser cannons to destroy the walls in the way.

Traveling 330 kilometers per hours, Kitsune quickly scaled the walls of the buildings and began her reconaissance of the surrounding area. Within moments, she determined the location of the mortar team and immediately turned sharply back into the center street and converged on their position. Immediately blasting them with her dual laser cannons, Kitsune leaped out of the bike and withdrew her katana, deftly decapitating, amputating and utterly eviscerating the soldiers of the firing squad in front of her. Within moments, a dozen or so soldiers were killed and

Blood dripped from her blade and stained her clothing. As soon as the company reached her location, she sighed and climbed back into her Wheel Bike.

She stated, "Keep moving."

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel smiled under his mask and turned to face the bunker [member="Dredge"] motioned at. Charging at his command, Mikkel fired several bursts with his blaster rifle, killing a few soldiers and suppressing the rest. Jumping over the bunker, Mikkel dropped a thermal detonator in the middle of the men and kept running, shooting at the exposed soldiers until they were engulfed in the explosion.

"Good enough for you?!" Mikkel shouted to Dredge.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

Dredge and his men stop cold as the bunker exploded killing all within, sand splashed on them and coated them in fine little specs of it. Great, sand took forever to clean out of armor or just about anything that existed ever. So dredge paused and looked over the edge where the bunker once was to see a few corpses splattered across it. They were all pretty dead by the looks of things and it was best that they kept moving. However a good deed never went unrewarded.

"Very good Markov, perhaps I won't be adding second Markov to the list." Dredge smiled and looked forward.

In about two hundred or so yards they'd hit the final checkpoint at the palace gates. They had a small trek to get there but soon the warriors would capture the imperial palace and slaughter those within. So dredge lifted his sword and pointed it forward.

"FORWARD!!" He cried out and his men began to march with him

 

[Talos Rygat]

Forming in the existence of nowhere, a whirlwind of green, ghostly skulls turned into a massive tyrant of energy as a black cloaked man stepped out with a staff in hand. As the whirlwind subsided, Legion looked out onto the battlefield. He saw death all about him. He felt the call of the darkside, the thirst for blood.

A message went out through the Force, "The Force is looking for blood. Where might I find it?"


Legion walked into the arena of death, the Echoes floating behind and the Darkside of the Force fueling his powers.


[member="Dredge"] [member="Kitsune"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Bastion... Once home to the Fel Imperium, before that a state-secret amongst the empire; now after much turmoil The Primeval set their eyes on this once crown jewel. The world of Bastion was said to be as defensible as Coruscant, making it perhaps the most valuable world in the eastern fringes. This is a fact that brought them to the world, that brought them here; to Bastion. Anja Aj'Rou wanted to secure the Imperial Archives in order to achieve something grander...

They've waited, and waited, yet their waiting had gotten them nowhere. Betrayal, chaos , death, and mysteries have consumed their people like a plague. It was time to put an end to that, it was time to restore order, it was time to reveal the true colours of the galaxy. Greed, self-loathing, so much sin and so much destruction in its wake. People scrambled as blaster fire cut them down. Was this murder? Was it a sin to purge a world of self-loathing lustful and very much ignorant individual? The Mandalorians can do what they wish. The Primeval will take the worlds they've failed to defend and from the ashes be reborn something anew. She wanted to be better, to improve in all facades and to gain new strengths and reforge The Primeval. War was no obstacle, it was a pathway and through it the Host Lord threw off her old mantle and called the March.

A March is a crusade with one sole objective... To carve out as much territory as possible and exhausting countless resources whilst doing so. The motivation was to establish a foothold and cause weakness in the status quo. She didn't lose faith in her Gods but she knew that the prophecy of old was a lie... That fear and anger mislead her people. No more...

Coming out of her thoughts, she witnessed the city of Ravelin under the torment of war. Mandalorians, civilians, her followers; they were all dying. Her people died less but it was death, and she felt it. She felt the death all around her and carried it. It hollowed her out and made her feel light, but powerful , very powerful indeed this feeling of ecstasy.

Her troops were closing in on the palace. It was only a matter of time until it fell. Once it did fall they would be able to swallow up the city and take control of the planet.

"Don't stop! Keep moving, the March continues.", she ordered her followers.

 

[Ebenezer]

"Wait, stop girl." The croke ordered. Indeed, there was one of them. A man dressed in a full set of mandolorian armor minus a helmet, shouting orders to the ragtag militia, this was getting easier by the moment. With a short gesture given with some of his legs he ordered his amphistaff to spit venom into the man's eyes. The liquid came out in a clear stream towards its target.
He screamed as it blinded his eyes, the poison slithering its way into his blood stream. He would be dead within the day. He would no longer be able to see the battlefield he was commanding. If anything his tactics would give way without proper input.

Ebenezer chortled in his mind as a few of the soldiers not caught up in the battle recoiled from the surprise attack. He pointed to a shattered window, the amphistaff quickly making its way up the building and inside. Hopefully he was not seen.

 

[Kitsune]

They continued forward, and Kitsune reeked of iron and blood. She grimaced at the thoughts of sanitation and disinfection that Kitsune would have to undertake as soon as she returned, but there was no time to ponder about that. She soon reached her destination within a few moments, as the men of the Usagi Clan seemed to be particularly invigorated after her display of power, strength and glory. Absolutes in their minds. Egotistically, absolutes in hers as well.

As soon as they reached the administrative building, she was met with an entire battalion of soldiers barricading the entire building. Kitsune slowly walked in front of them and stated diplomatically, "Surrender or die."

The soldiers initially looked confused at the statement, and others devolved into laughter, thinking lightly of the fact that she would dare suggest a thing due to the difference in sizes. Others were horrified as they realized that she was covered in blood, blood that was most likely not hers. The commander, resolute in his position, stated, "We aren't going anywhere. Now, prepare to die..."

As soon as he made the latter statement, the entire battalion of military units was disrupted by a fusillade of concussion missiles strategically located at weak points within their midst, heavy repeating blaster fire and ion cannon fire. As they reorganized their ranks under heavy fire from the now present NR-N99 Persuader-class Droid Enforcers, a heavy laser cannon punched through their formation and caused greater chaos.

In the far distance, an Armored Assault Tank lingered in the pools of blood of the initial reconaissance team that they had sent out and launched a flurry of long-ranged siege attacks with its heavy laser cannon.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] |

Now the Dark Master found himself on Bastion, following the Host Lord answering his call on the Libertas. He wondered if he would ever recover the ship. In retrospect, it was a craft he had taken out of necessity. Learning about the destruction of the Obscurity to the hands of the Fringe Confederate was something akin to him becoming too inactive.

He required a vessel of the same qualities the Obscurity presented. Something that the Primeval could do. Out of the Unknown Regions and into the Outer Rim, Bastion presented the shipyards and quality that such a war machine would require in the future; and in the chaos of things, an faction emerging from the outskirts of this galaxy had come to introduce itself, in the same way the Dark Jedi of old, the Sith Empire and the Yuuzhan Vong had done in the centuries that had come to pass.

The Primeval was a new face of war. When Bastion fell, it foretold the fall of all other worlds; and perhaps in the end time, the Host Lord and her subjects would come closer to discover their lost God, whilst another stood among them, an ever watching and guiding presence.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel ran at the checkpoint, burst firing at palace guards until he had to take cover and reload. Letting [member="Dredge"] take the lead, Mikkel caught up with the man and fired while marching alongside the Sith knight. Taking another thermal detonator from his belt, Mikkel threw it as high and far as he could, it exploding in the air just in front of the gates and the blast killing the unlucky soldiers that happened to be peeking from inside the checkpoint.

As he lifted his rifle to start firing again, one of the fallen soldiers in the road jumped up and attacked Mikkel, knife in hand. Mikkel ducked to dodge the swing of the desperate man, grabbed his wrist holding the knife, and forced the man to stab himself in the chest. Tossing the dying man to the side, Mikkel kept marching.

 

[Boethiah]

The battle was favouring them greatly, Anja noticed that her newest warlord, Kitsune, had brought in some interesting tech.

"Where does she get those wonderful toys?", she wondered to herself. A few of her droids marched in front of her as they entered in the wake of Dredge's battlefield. The dead of Mandalorians littered the entrance way towards the palace. Dredge had gotten to work, and it seemed one of her agents had followed. "I want half of you to guard the entrance, the rest scrounge up whatever you can find and begin setting up barricades.", she ordered before walking into the palace. So this is where they lived?, she thought to herself.

An Empire had once called Bastion its home. How fitting that it would eventually become her own.

"Send out orders, I want everyone focused on defending the palace."

"Yes, Your Worship.", an officer responded.

"Host Lord! The Mandalorians are making their way here, hundreds at the least; they have heavy weapons.", a soldier came running -- he panted after delivering the news.

"Get those barricades up faster!", she shouted before turning back to the Palace that lay ahead. She could see Dredge and his men making their way inside.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Destiny walked the surface of bastion, she had come in with the Primeval in her close friend, ciara's, absence. Honestly she was a bit confused. For some reason Destiny sought greater purpose and friendship, but all around her these creatures treated her as a tool. Very few were friendly to her, even fewer when they discovered her robotic nature. It wasn't her fault she was designed instead of being a product of biological procreation! She had a personality and thoughts, just as any creature, yet she was treated like a tamed beast more often than not. Only the Primeval and Ciara seemed to respect her as something more than the metal and flesh she was made from. They seemed to treat her with equality. This day she had been tasked to seek out and destroy small pockets of resistance, unfortunately the resistance was greater than was first assumed and her craft as well as many of the dropships destined for this area were shot down before reaching their objective. Destiny was stranded.*

 

[Garza]

Within the Cities of Bastion, children cried, Women screamed, men yelled. Soldiers fought, Yet they were falling under the power of the attackers. Vong ran among them. Sitting on the ground, huddled up with her arms around her legs, was a little girl. Ginger hair with green eyes that reflected the nearest star's light. Her name was Maya. Her body covered in blood and soot. Ash was around them. Fires burned.

She had just seen her parents killed by a vong with a serpent as a weapon. She was scared. Too scared to move. Soldiers came around and began to throw her around. Moving to safety, only for another vong to be in their path. Cutting them down one by one. It was when the vong came to the girl to try and kill her, another soldier had shot the weak spot. The vongs head.

Exploding in a vibrant mix of flesh and black blood, it covered the little girl as she stood there. Blaster fire raining down around her. She moved slowly. Taking steps forward. Maya could feel this impulse to move, but could hardly act on it. She tried to move to safety so that she may live.

All along, in her hand, was a stuffed animal Nexu. Cute as can be, an arm was ripped off, with the tail in frays as the end had been snagged on one of the soldiers. She walked on. Nobody seemed to care. nobody attacked her. And she wouldn't be of any use to anyone as she did noting but walk.

((OOC: Performing a Restricted Item requirement [Personal Cloaking Device (( Objective : Complete a role-play without your character by only describing the scenery and actions of other characters from NPC perspectives without changing the course of the story directly. Ask for permission from the participants before engaging. ))]

If there are any problems with this, let me know.))

 

[Dredge]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

Dredge and his men powered Into the checkpoint like a charge that could be compared to the knights of old. His men acting on the base instinct of want and destruction, they threw fire bombs into buildings, set fire to shops and homes alike as they engaged the checkpoint in pure Melee combat. The mix was a scene straight out of medieval reenactment and dredge was at the center of it as his force engaged the hundred or so guards stationed at this checkpoint.

"DIE!!" He screamed and brought down the thundering bastard sword upon a bastion trooper.

"ALL OF YOU SHALL BURN!!" He roared and impaled another and another making his foes pay for simply existing in the first place.