A New Bastion (Primeval Dominion of Bastion)

[Kitsune]

The aftermath was more or less a collection of various human remnants, charred and burnt to a crisp. Ashes and scorch marks were all that were left to prove the existence of six hundred men. Kitsune directed her men forward and into the administrative building.

Inside, there were several politicians who had witnessed the brutal, one sided slaughter and immediately prostrated themselves, begging for their lives. She simply stated, as her boots slapped against the steelstone floors of the building, "Submit to my will."

All of the people immediately prostrated themselves, and Kitsune, not feeling particularly generous to the people after causing her to become dirtied with their blood, began executing them one by one. Wielding her katana vibroblade, she decapitated every single person; all that tried to run, which were the large majority, were slaughtered by the company of men behind her in a flurry of acrobatics and agility. The last man who was prostrated showed no fear and no resentment, and Kitsune immediately stopped. Point her katana vibroblade toward the men, she stated with certainty, "You. You will be the new leader of the city. Serve me well."

She immediately left the building and made way to the treasury.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel had holstered his rifle and drew his knives, joining in the slaughter with @Dredge. After the checkpoint was overwhelmed the soldiers within the compound were conflicted between fighting and surrendering, but that didn't matter. Mikkel circled around the forces, slicing and stabbing from behind. By the time the courtyard had been taken, his armor was caked in blood. Wiping the blood off of his helmet so he can see, Mikkel looked to Dredge to see what the next plan of attack was. They seemed to be the first ones to break through.

"Where's the Host Lord?" Mikkel asked Dredge.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Zambrano was not as happy as he could be. Unfortunately, despite Bastion's reputation and namesake was for that of a fortress world, there were no targets within its orbit for him to lock onto and obliterate... luckily, he had been carrying his old Hutt Chariot within his hangars this time, at the advice of his personal aid. As he entered the system, he directed his Dovin Basals to lock onto the planet, in a move to effortlessly place The Thorn in geosynchronous orbit. Once that was finished, slowly, the shrouded lifted from his bulbous head...

Screaming, the Hutt gripped his head as the rush of his collapsing awareness of the ship brought him closer to his own body and soul, beginning a persisting agony since the onset of the Netherworld instability. Slowly, he was able to regain himself... but not without slightly choking his aid. Without apology, the Hutt tore his customary whip out of his aids hand and lethargically made his way to the Hangar bay. Lying in wait, was the Sail Barge that introduced him to the wider galaxy, a good little ship that served as the vessel that transported one Sage Bane to Matsu Xiangu. The 30 meter long barge crowded the hangar, but nonetheless was able to be docked with the cruiser analog. Growling the entire time as he gripped his head, the bloodshot golden eyes glared at everything with equal parts malice and sadistically carnal desire. His former abode still reeked and the stench of a thousands bodies, and was mostly untouched since the last time he graced its presence.

Managing to keep himself from damaging anyone too much, the Hutt Chariot allowed the brutally twisted creature to descend upon the invaded world. As the ramp descended in the battlefield (an odd sight to see, a pleasure barge being ones entrance into the plane of war and terror, though soon some would learn to fear if they managed to survive the battle [or fall and escape the netherworld through the rifts]), the Hutt uncoiled his whip, ready to literally lash out against the populace.

No child within his sight would be spared, nor any woman, or man from his painful delights...

[member="Darth Legion"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Mikkel Markov"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Kitsune"], [member="Ebenezer"], [member="Vilox Pazela"], [member="Destiny"], [member="Wanderer EXO"]

 

[Garza]

Maya kept the little stuffed Nexu in her hands as she walked on. Letting the animal be dragged by half it's tail. The city scape around here was covered in bodies. The blood dried on her. The ashes from buildings, fires, and even people covered her pale skin. Making her take the form of the Ghostly child haunting the battlefields. Some of the men who were dying tried to get away from her. Fearing she was death herself. However, the shell shocked child just kept walking

There were no tears on her face. No emotion for she had cried it all out when her mom lay dying in her arms. Her dad standing there, well really he was pinned to the wall with a sword through his chest. Holding him up, forever staring into the abyss of the world. Escaping into the Netherworld to killed for centuries fighting for his life once more.

Suddenly Maya stopped. She looked up as it began to rain. Washing away the ash upon her face. Falling to her knees, she watched as men died before her. Not making a sound as she just kneeled there. Just watching the rain come down. Wondering if there really was any god or gods that would actually be there to help her.

Once more, she began to cry.

Alone

Cold

Forgotten.

 

[Laizoc Auczupew]

Location: In orbit aboard the Liberty Wing

As the ships fell out of Hyper space they began to move into a orbit and take up positions to support the forces landing. Each ship launched fighters and bombers to begin helping ground forces with air support. "Alright get me contact with ground command take orbital position to strike at strategic targets if needed, keep your deflectors powered on full in case they have any planetary defenses still active. Also deploy drop ship send in reinforcements once a clear landing site is confirmed by ground control. We do this by the numbers gentlemen!" She commanded the Rattataki captain spoke with authority as she looked over her holo display at the situation. Once connected to ground control she'd attempt to get comms up. "This is Captain Laizoc Auczupew of the Liberty wing I've brought my ships and reinforcements to assist you. I've ordered fighters and bombers to descend and provide support where you request it. What is your status?"

 

[Boethiah]

The Host Lord was now outside the palace itself, Dredge and Mikkel had already gone inside.

"Your Worship! The Mandalorian resistance is outside the outskirts, their leadership rallied at least several hundreds; we're getting reports of battle tanks as well. What are your orders?", a communications officer reported the details to Anja.

If the resistance was desperate they might try to cave the palace in on top of her troops.

"One of our fleet commanders has arrived.... [member="Laizoc Auczupew"] , she's requesting orders.", once again the communications officer spoke of the details.

"Tell her to prep her bombers and fighters for air support, take out those tanks!", the fighting was about to become fierce. Numbers did not guarantee victory; if the Mandalorians were desperate enough they could use the city to their advantage. Their reputation as fighters also mean they'd likely have elites among them; although she had veterans of her own -- many did not engage actively in battle against an opposing force. This worried Anja greatly, especially since many of their officers disappeared leaving the lower levels of leadership almost vacant. "Contact [member="Kitsune"] and tell her to redeploy her forces to flank them but not to attack until the signal is given, I want my agents on the rooftops -- target the officers.", she addressed the issue. It couldn't get worse, right?

"Were receiving word that an enemy warship is inbound!", the reports were coming in again and again. Only the necessary details were announced.

"Have [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] engage the enemy warship directly, we can't let it interfere with our air support.", truthfully one starship wouldn't be that troublesome. The biggest of all trouble was what was happening on the ground.

"Another high priority report, Your Worship... It seems a few members of the resistance took control of a defense tower.", that was bad enough. They could potentially take down our air support with it. The disorganization was reckless.

"Have somebody take it out.", she talked over him before he could finish his other reports. With that Anja marched into the palace where a distant [member="Dredge"] could be seen. A relief to find someone she could at least rely on. The battle was nearly over but it would be a hard fought win if they wished to maintain the city and link up with the rest of their fleets; it was victory or nothing.

 

[Garza]

Maya continued to cry.

Her salty tears missed with the fresh rain. The stuffed animal began to slowly soak up the water on the ground. The fabric becoming darker from the water, and the beady eyes having flecks of water on them. The silent cry of Maya was seen. Men around her could see and feel her pain. Yet none of them did anything. They stood by and watched.

Some of the men cried themselves. Wondering if they were the ones who killed the childs parents and family. Some bowed their heads. Praying for forgiveness of their sins.

Maya sat out in the rain. Letting her clothes get wet to the point it looked like she had just come out of a pool fully clothed. Her clothing sticking to her skin. Hair mangled and singed at the ends from the fires. Her eyes closed shut. Praying for anyone to come and help her. Praying that someone would save her from a time like this.

However none would come. She will be left alone. Wandering the city.

Alone

Cold

Forgotten

 

[Darth Vazela]

Stood on the tower, overlooking Ravelin, the Imperial architecture that still covered Bastion long after those descendants of Palpatine's Empire and the plumes of smoke that covered the world. But his thoughts were not on the rioters. Something was wrong, beyond that of the galaxies population disappearing over night. His senses were dulled, near empty and desolate. It was like a blind had been placed over the Dark Master's eyes.

Was he not the one who had conquered the knowledge of life? He who could manipulate the very fabrics that created all those who stood beneath him. Of course he was a deranged sociopath, who had been gifted a power beyond his comprehension, twisting and contorting him into the monster that he was. He fancied himself above the Sith and that of the dark side, instead giving way to a thought of mind that he, Vilox Pazela, would become a God of this galaxy.

Yet the veil had fallen over the man; and suddenly a cold, gentle and yet harsh reminder came to him. He was but a man who no longer had that power at his disposal.

Lowering himself on the ledge of the tower, watching the sun that shone above Bastion, the Dark Master found himself coming to a metaphor. He had been reduced to his knees, metaphorically speaking and thus, whilst he sat above the screams of the Mandalorians, Imperials and the Primeval, he found himself no better than them.

Lost in the murky depths of a galactic incident, Vilox Pazela lifted a hand to his face and rubbed, so as to get rid of this feeling.

But it would not go.

 

[Garza]

The rain continued to fall. Reminding Maya of her tears. The world was crying for her loss. And she would accept it. She stayed there. Shaking from the cold. The Nexu animal lay on the ground dirty and covered in stained blood. While the rain was clear, the ground was covered in red. Draining through the streets like a river made from the wound of a Dragon.

Maya's body shivered and shook as she stood. Leaving the toy on the ground. Proving that only the strong willed, and the strength of arm will prevail. They are the survivors. They are the people that adapt, and evolve to become stronger.

Maya will survive. She will prosper. She has a long road ahead of her. She will adapt and evolve into a being that does not forgive the sins of the soldier. She will become a hunter. Her life will be made from the lie that was her parents.

Standing off in the shadows of an alley, were two young adults. They had blood covering them. The man still with a sword in his chest. However, once he pulled it out, he was revealed to be an empty hole. A waste of space. Both of their eyes glowed a deep red, changing back to blue and then to identical and natural browns.

Turning around they walked off to disappear into the night. Letting Maya be out in the cold. All alone, and forgotten.

She was the survivor.

She is now, the predator.

 

[Laizoc Auczupew]

Location: On the Liberty Wing's Bridge.

As a ship leap from hyper space she groaned. "All ships move to combat formation, weapons ready and lets prepare ourselves. Seems somebody has decided they want to contest the skies today." As the ships moved into position weapons all aimed at the old battleship for now they had range. But that was ending fast, "Alright all frigates aim your mass drivers for the enemy ship once in range all frigates open fire and aim at key points namely engines and shields with secondary fire from any ion weapons at the targeting computers sensor arrays." The frigates opened fire in a volley of shots as they streaked towards the enemy ship it tried to maneuver evading the ones aimed at it's engines but one struck it's hull smashing into the shield generator causing massive damage to the hull. As it got in range the frigates broke off from normal formation and sought to evade return fire. meanwhile the massive heavy cruiser began to fire ion rounds. Each ion cannon shot that hit began to damage the enemy targeting computers causing them to use secondary systems which were less accurate.

She looked over the holographic images quietly a moment. She bought herself time but not much. "With enemy shields down we have a chance fire all turbo laser batteries from all ships at the enemy concentrate fire on the bridge and the main reactor." All ships aimed and fired in a blistering barrage of laser fire which as it struck began to ripple through the enemy ship as it fired back striking the Liberty Wings shields causing them to shudder under fire. However they would hold long enough as the star fighters it had fled the ship and moved in to try and do what they could. The turbo laser fire began to take it's toll fast destroying the bridge and shredding the ship apart peice by peice. By the time the ship got close enough to begin to weaken the Cruisers shields the old battleship was lisping and fires had broken out on multiple decks. IT now moved to try and ram them in a desperate last effort. Missiles were launched too smashing into the shields causing Auczupew to order a response. "Fire all missile batteries conserve ammo but stop that ship!" The heavy missiles were sent forward. Torpedo's were send straight for it smashing into the hull and blasting it apart. As the ship took all the withering fire it managed only a few minor hits to the Liberty Wings hull before finally succubming to the attacks.

Finally the fighters were all that was left the quad lasers and auto lasers began to fire along with flak cannon shredding the fighters as the turbo laser batteries were used to draw them into perfect attack vectors for the defensive weapons. Before long they ruled the skies once more. "This is Captain Auczupew enemy warship handled we rule the space ways once more. "

 

[Darth Ayra]

Bastion, infamous to all Sith. The last place that the descendants of Palpatine's Empire had once settled and the birth place of a dynasty that would stand against the might of the One Sith. Alicia Drey's emergence on Ravelin was the same as it had been in Kuat City, Coronet City, Bin Prime and the outskirts of Dubrillion, where she had secured the factories of Subach Innes for herself.

Ever an opportunist, Alicia Drey sought to capatilise on the situation. Leaving the Niathal-class transport and the two Sun Guards who had accompanied her on her galactic trip through the Core worlds and out into the Outer Rim, Alicia set out into the busy streets of Ravelin so as to expand her influence to Bastion.

Her goal was simple: buy property, bring it under her control, so as to expand her influence to the world through corporate means. The cowl of her robe raised above her head, she entered the Imperial Library and lowered herself into a booth. Activating the computer, she set herself to work.

 

[Ebenezer]

There was something wrong in Ebenezer's mind. It felt as if he had forgotten something important that he could not bring himself to remember. Indeed, this was disturbing. His mind raced as he peered out with his eyestalks. Wait. That was it. He was out of his boot, no longer in his protective shell that he had made his home for that past while. Kark it all to hell.
He crawled up the amphistaff's back and to the upper part of its head and waved one of his legs in front of its eyes before pointing it forward. It lurched forward instantly.

Where was the damned boot? How of all things could Ebenezer lose his own home?

Ebenezer held tight to his pet as it slithered down the building that he had been waiting in. Waiting for the battle to ebb. Now was the time to find it!

How hard could it be? It was just a black boot the Croke thought to itself, it couldn't be that hard.

As Fate would have it. Almost all of the soldiers that lie dead were had black boots on at one point, and they were strewn all over the battlefield.

"Poodoo..."

 

[Boethiah]

The enemy battleship unleashed a volley of destruction towards The Primeval's fleet where it was met with the reactionary strike by the Carnage-class frigates. Mass driver projectiles smashed into the fore hull of the starship's armour, collapsing frames and depressurizing corridors as it penetrated the ship's shields. Despite that the lumbering giant was still more than capable of pushing forward and continued to fire every weapon that wasn't destroyed by the first impact. Once in range, the missiles and turbolasers launched afterwards began to punch through the starboard and port weapons systems and ion blasts disabled the navigation and targeting computers, sending the sluggish battleship into a drift.

Finally a few more impacts managed to rupture the ship's internal structure as the reactor overheated and destroyed the warship in a fiery yet silent explosion; from the vacuum of space it set a sad example. Those men's screams cut short as nothingness was all they heard.

Meanwhile on the world below, the air support managed to pierce through he single defense tower. Despite that no one was able to destroy it, nearly half the squadron was lost but those that did make it through managed to unleash hell on the enemy tanks, crippling their armour and breaking formations. The advanced movements of the Mandalorian vanguard was still too quick and made their way to the makeshift barricades just at the entrance way into the Palace, the Gulandi lurched forward with their battle cries and began to charge the Mandalorian line, many were cut down before they even made it through but the rear lines intact managed to strike with their vibroweapons and cut down at the already disorganized Mandalorians, Umbaran soldiers with Gulandi reinforcements then struck from the side shooting and cutting down at troops who strayed too far out of their formations. This forced the surviving Mandalorians into a full defensive position; one in the shape of a circle to cut down on all sides.

The losses to each were incredible, truly the Mandalorian spirit lived up to their reputation but willpower was not enough alone. They lacked the numbers and tactics to pull off a victory today and it only took less than an hour for them to be finally cut down. Stragglers in the palace were all that remained, and Anja trusted [member="Dredge"] could finish the job.

"Finally, we achieved something this day.", the Host Lord spoke -- looking out onto the wake of battle as hundreds dead pooled in their own blood. Without their Mandalorian bodyguards the citizens of Bastion submitted to the will of The Primeval, rather than risk their lives they hoped for the best; that at least a day would come that The Primeval no longer reign.

 

[Dredge]

Dredge had broken the enemy at the final checkpoint. His men were now picking off the survivors and making sure every last one of them simply ceased being. Bodies upon bodies were piled upon each other and Dredge stood at the top of them all, and in his arm he held a bastion trooper. Dredge smiled and and lifted the man up by his fatigues until his face was near inches from his own.

"Do you know what lays behind mortal?" Dredge asked the man in a tone that really didn't care if he answered or not. The man just sobbed an nonsensical response as Dredge shoved the blade through his stomach and out the other end.

"Oblivion." He said softly as the man's eyes glazed over with a bit of blood running down the lines of his mouth.

Tossing the body aside Dredge looked over to the capital building now under siege and chuckled. Tossing the body aside Dredge pointed the massive blade and bellowed.

"FORWARD!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs to which his men responded

"VRAS VRAS!!"

 

[Darth Ayra]

The property market was wide open. In the ensuing chaos that had occurred, real estate had plummeted in price as investors and owners sought to save both their investments and credits before the market completely crashed. Alicia Drey was only too happy to buy out those properties.

The first was a store that had sold groceries ranging from your average foods and drinks to your house held batteries. Everyone needed a shop, a place in which to purchase such things. The property had been put on sale by a property developer who held the lease over the building, of which it's tenants had been leasing out in return for rent. The exchange had cost her 96,078 Imperial Dactaries, wired directly to the mans bank account. Alicia made to double check that the property was now under her name. It red in bright green on the market read outs: NOW SOLD. ALICIA DREY.

The next property was another store, this one much larger in size, located inside a shopping center at the heart of Ravelin. It was owned by the same property developer, a Muun by the name of Jek Caltheris. Now she remembered where she had read the name before. In her conversations with Serj Sularis, an investor who worked on behalf of the InterGalactic Banking Clan, had told her about another Muun who worked for the Clan in a different branch. He had said that he would arrange a meeting one day, but that hadn't been the case.

The property now read: NOW SOLD. ALICIA DREY. The purchase had cost 220,561 Imperial Dactaries. These were cheap properties. The InterGalactic Banking Clan controlled most markets, such as property. To see such prices told Alicia Drey that the Muun's were extremely worried about the current state of affairs and the crash of markets such as property, of which they wanted to pull out now before they lost anymore money. With that in mind, Alicia Drey focused her searches of those properties on Bastion owned by the Clan.

Five more properties, all of which were in Ravelin, now read: NOW SOLD. ALICIA DREY. She had spent a lot of credits, but that was to be expected. The investments would prove profitable, in given time. Deleting her history on the computer, Alicia Drey rose from her booth and departed Imperial Libary, returning to her Niathal-class transport and the two Sun Guards who had accompanied her from Sojourn. Lowering herself into the back, she fell asleep whilst her subordinates took her to her next destination, her business done on Bastion for now.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*It was night on Bastion. The once bustling fortress cities now empty, a ghost town, and Destiny was a ghost walking down its tight metal corridors. The last dying gunfire from the defense of her capital echoed in the distance, but nearby it was deathly quiet except for a strange sound: the sound of metal crunching against metal. Across the tops of buildings, a steady stream of smoke rose and Destiny ran toward it. Another downed ship, knocked out of the sky on the way in, and Destiny could not help but venture inside. What she saw was a group of about twenty Grunt Mechanized infantry, inactive for whatever reason (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/8248-grunt-series-mechanized-infantry/) There were two officer units, each had an accompaniment of 8 infantry and one engineer. Destiny went to each, restarting them individually, after a short wait and the sound of electricity and metal movement she heard a chorus of robotic voices, “awaiting orders.” She was their commander, accepted, and they were free of the tyranny of organics. She would fight for their freedom, and perhaps that was what she needed to do. Now was a time when many droids were free of their slave master organics who were now gone, to another unknown world. She could liberate them, make an army, and perhaps Droids would experience the same freedoms given to organics. Perhaps they would be considered equal.*

Destiny: to the officer droids “follow me, to your freedom”

Droids: “affirmative.”