A New Home - TSE Dominion of New Alderaan

[Taeli Raaf]

Cophrigin V - BYOO

Blue and red clashed and broke apart as the Jedi and Sith did their ancient dance around the garden. Tress had been shredded and uprooted, chunks of earth torn free to land dozens of meters away. The hedges smoldered from where sabers had deflected and cut through them. Taeli had to admit this Jedi was good, maybe not as good as Coren, but good enough she was having to keep her attention on analyzing her style of assault. She was aggressive, but not overly so. She would make equal use of her saber and the Force to try and keep the Sith off balance, even using Plant Surge to twice raise a root or vine here or there to trip up her footwork.

All in all it was serving to annoy the Lady of Secrets.

With a simple switch, the hilt of her lightsaber extended and she switched her style to accommodate her saber pike. Her opponent, to her credit, didn't allow her surprise to form on her face. However, she was now on the defensive as she tried to deal with the increased range of the Lady of Secrets' blade. She cried out as red scored two light hits, one to her knee and one to side, weakening her ability to sustain her weight on her right leg. She backed away and Taeli allowed her to, smirking behind her raised blade.

"You can always surrender," the Sith quipped. "You can't win."

"Neither can you," the Jedi woman responded. She was calling on the Force, once again using her Plant Surge abilities... and the trees started to move on their own towards Taeli. Lumbering, but powerful... Taeli knew she would have no choice but divert valuable attention to her latest attack. Calling on her own command of the dark side, she started channeling it into an appropriate assault on the Jedi.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective II-B: Destroy rebel presence on Cophirigin V

Report: A-34
Colonel, we have tracked the rebel cell to a base
Appears to be an underground facility
Holding for reinforcements
Coordinates: 59.19 - 11.26

Joycelyn Zambrano read the report over and over again, only briefly lifting her eyes from the shimmering blue letters to stare at the jungle beneath her through the bridge view of the Mastodon transport. Flanking her transport were transports carrying AT-OTs. A second Mastodon trailed behind, landing and deploying scouts on speederbikes to secure the perimeter.

Joycelyn did the math again: Ninety legionnaires, a regiment on speeders, two walkers, and one Sith Lord. It was enough to crush most threats, Jedi or no Jedi. yet, Joycelyn felt the usual twinge of caution urging her to do it one more time; read the message one more time, count the troops again.

She resisted the urge to rub her eyes and instead tightened her grip on her polearm. The phrik-alloyed gauntlets of the Imperator's Raiment struggled audibly against the songsteel shaft.

"Ma'am, we are coming up upon the target."

Darth Vornskr the Second nodded in response

"Call in the air-strike." Her grip loosened "Set loosen formation and prepare for landfall and assault."

"Yes Colonel."

Blackened plates shifted as Joycelyn lowered the visor of her helmet so that it encapsulated her head. The red eyes of the jagged houndskull helm lit up with the activation of her HUD.

"I will join the troops on the field. Keep me posted."

Vornskr exited the bridge to the sound of diving SI-TIEs and subsequent eruptions from their cannons. The shuttle sunk into the forest, breaking trees on its path to the ground. Legionnaires stood ready, blasters in hand, waiting for the signal.

A light, a buzz, and the bay opened. Legionnaires spilled out while speeders whizzed past and fire dyed the sky orange. The footfalls of AT-OTs could be felt in the forest floor.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Major Tarkin of the 77th Battalion arrived at the urging of the Lord Admiral.

Not that the Lady Raaf was not capable of defending herself, but it was in a word; help. The Iron Talons could move in where the Jedi and their troops were distracted. His company known as the Imperial Claws crept forward among the grass, at least half their number with him. Onyx-clad armor peaked out between the blades, flowers trampled beneath the weight of boots as they pushed past the battle at hand. "Sergeant," Tarkin''s modulated voice crisp through its distortion. Opposite of his group leading the other half of the Imperial Claws, "eyes on the target, we've got simple patrol units so far with heavier troops toward the rear."

"Traps?"

"Disabled a few on the way, keep watch, Viramontes out."

He signaled to his men as they continued to trek toward the base behind the fight, other Legionnaires and their ilk have no doubt begun their assault or have captured their bases thus far. Tarkin didn't have the luxury of his full company at the moment and thus he felt it best to keep his losses to a minimum on this day. Still, he thought to himself, his men should be enough to take on whatever lay beyond. Crass thinking the Major shook himself of it, never underestimate your opponent. It was then that trees started to move, "not this again..." His voice slipped enough to be caught on comms, "CLAWS!"

The sound of Tarkin's voice charged through the company's communications. Blaster fire erupted toward them, "Viramontes, get to the objective, now!"

"Already there Major, engaging enemy forces."

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective II-B: Destroy rebel presence on Cophirigin V

Joycelyn's legionnaires split up into pre-determined cells. Two groups splintered off first, each going to support their respective AT-OTs. The remaining force split into three equal parts. Two fanned out to fill in the line between the ship and the walker, while the third, helmed by Joycelyn herself, took the central vanguard with the purpose of spearheading the attack. Whilst they moved out, air-support pummelled the forest floor in front of them, and speederbikes whizzed through to prevent the formation of a new defensive line, as well was chasing down runners.

As soon as the legionnaires had departed from the Mastodon and begun moving into formations, the ship engaged thrusters to raise itself off the forest floor and provide an overlook.

Joycelyn looked at her legionnaires, and they looked at her. She towered over most, clad in her jagged, black armour, and wielding the silver pike. Determinedly she ignited the red blade of her pike and thrust it in the direction of their assault. It was a silent order, but it kicked the legion into gear. They darted forward, blasters at the ready, moving between cover and checking their flanks. They stepped over broken trees and charred bodies, broken earth and stone littered the area. It seemed so quiet now that the bombardment had ended.

Then, the first streak of red plasma shattered the quiet and invited chaos.

The legionnaires ducked, fired and advanced. A pair of blaster bolts clanged against Joycelyn's armour, pushing her shoulder back. In retaliation, she brought her left hand forward. Flame erupted from her palm, wrapping and writhing around tree and rock to touch those hidden behind. Screams resounded. The legion pushed forward until they stood at the mouth of a cave.

Tied to a hook in the wall hung the limp body of her first scout, blood dry on his face, body limp, a black mark on his chest where he had been shot.

She was too late to save him, but not too late to avenge.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Raptor Company of the "Iron Talon" Battalion, known as the 77th Battalion was ordered to reinforce Colonel [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]'s troops at Cophirigin V, more importantly, their task was to cut off any hope of escape for the rebels. Secondary to that, the Raptors were allowed to capture the rebel scum and send them to Darth Arcanix's labs for 'study.' The Raptors were unique in that there was at least a squadron worth of their "Riftwalkers" men and women who should have died but are now more machine than organic. They continue to serve their emperor well beyond their life span, larger Riftwalkers were referred to as the Revilers these were fewest in number.

Led by Captain Aakej Tcrisea, the company dropped down to their locations via jetpacks while their heavier brethren rolled in with equipment and the Riftwalkers on land. The sounds of battle were not far from the drop zone, and Captain Tcrisea called out over comms, "no one leaves, and no one lives." While they could capture the rebels alive, Tcrisea was not interested in taking prisoners today. His voice seemed to reverberate through the channel as the men gripped their blasters. Oynx-clad with a crimson stripe down the right center of his plastoid armor the Captain moved to the front of his men. As they drew near to the battle they could see some of the rebels attempting to flank the Colonel's men.

"RAPTORS ATTACK!" Tcrisea ordered blasters in hand the company opened fire drawing the rebels attention for a moment.

The Imperial Claws meanwhile chewed their way through the enemy's ranks. The rebel troops were valiant opponents, clever and honorable to the very last man. Tarkin himself engaged in a bloody melee with the rebel leader. He could hear Viramontes giving orders as his vibroblade clashed against the other. Crimsons wisps with promises of death screeched past him in a blurry haze. A pivot, and step on the block followed with another step his blade locked against the other. The enigmatic facade of his mask betraying Tarkin's emotions until he had had enough. Another step back and he brought his right boot up, blade moved so that he had a clear view. Tarkin's boot met the man's abdomen, sending him tumbling allowing the Major an opporutnity of attack.

 

[Sekhet-ka-nefer]

Although she was more or less on the side of the Sith, the dark priestess couldn't hide the intimidation even with a millennia of preparation for the madness that she was presented with. Heads being crushed by the armor that was meant to protect them was a relatively common thing for a warrior of the Dark Side to see, but to see it done on such a mass scale? To see so many fall prey to their fears and insanity made tangible to them? It was a truly frightening thing, and it immediately brought a newfound level of respect for her new Sith overlords that surprised even her; she had never imagined that humans, or their near-human evolutionary offshoots, could wield such holy power.

On their journey to meet with the councilors of this world, Sekhet's elegant features remained ever unchanging in the sea of violence and horror. It had interrupted her attempts at acknowledging the introduction of one of the Empire's noble princesses, unfortunately, but there would certainly be time enough later for all to better converse. Blood was to be spilled now, information was to be taken - and a new surprise was to be had! The manipulation of malign spirits that Voracitos had demonstrated brought about a new respect for even his power in spite of her social offense that she took at his mere presence. As a priestess of the gods of death and war, Sekhet-ka-nefer had learned to commune with the dead to receive visions of guidance through life and religious work, but she had never come close to the level of manipulation that the gluttonous lord had apparently achieved. That was something she'd have to learn, soon.

Ankhypt will thrive beneath the Empire, and she shall to it as the Empire's herald.

[member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vigdis Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Elani Zambrano]

New Aldera


A woman and her child sat alone in the dark, quietly hiding from those that hunted them. There was barely a sound. Only the slight wind piercing through the broken window at the far side of the room. The woman held her child tightly against her bosom, shielding her mouth so that she won't alert anyone to their presence. Then there were footsteps. Multiple footsteps signifying more than one person were inside the house.

The Murakami moved like master predators. They searched throughout the home, moving systematically and swiftly as they were hunting their prey. It was only a matter of time before they'd be found.

Moments passed. The sounds from outside the closet ended. All seemed clear, but the woman did not move. She could not risk her child being taken by the Murakami. She would not let her be taken.

And then, the doors of the closet swung open. 3 acolytes stood there before the woman, eyeing not her, but her child. "You can't take her. I-I won't let you." said the mother. She made promises she couldn't keep. She was powerless against the acolytes and she knew that. She just couldn't admit it. One of the acolytes reached out to grab the girl, but the mother swatted it away. Another acolyte reached out, but with a knife in her hand, aiming at the woman.

It seemed like the end. The woman was about to lose her child. Her entire world taken away by evil strangers.

But then, in that instance, the girls eyes began to glow brightly. Suddenly, the acolytes were viciously thrown back by a powerful eruption of the Force. So powerful that the acolytes were thrown through the walls. One flew out of the building, landing near Elani's feet and inches away from death. Elani's eyes peered down at the girl, a look of disappointment on her face. "Pathetic." she utters. "I'll do it myself then."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Cophrigin V - BYOO

Frost started to appear on the grass and plants nearest the Sith Lady, the temperature plunging as she drained away all heat around her. Combined with her knowledge of water shaping, she began drawing the water from the only sources available to form icy projectiles around her. Grass died, flowers withered, the animated trees groaned and shriveled up as the moisture within was forced out of them. The Jedi took steps back to avoid the growing circle of death that was Taeli's efforts to draw the water from the life around them. It was a blight upon this beautiful place.

"Freeze," Taeli simply said, gesturing with her hand. Shards of ice blasted towards the Jedi, far too many for her to block with her lightsaber or with the Force. She cried out as multiple scored hits upon her, blood staining the grass and spears that had sliced through or impaled into her. She fell to the ground, lightsaber turning off as it rolled through the grass to stop at Taeli's feet as she approached. The Jedi was still alive, but she wouldn't be fighting anytime soon again.

"Just kill me and be done with it," the woman gasped.

"No," Taeli said, gesturing and the small cube rocketed out of the hut to her hand. "I don't think I will. You will still have use to me. A great many uses."

A purple mist started to enshroud them both, and as quietly as a spring fog dissipating in the sun, the Lady of Secrets and her captive disappeared from the garden.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

​

It wouldn't take much longer, the Imperial Claws would finish up in the area. As soon as the Jedi gone, the wind from the rebel sails had been eliminated their resolve would break down. The might of the Sith Empire would show once more, he had perhaps seen but a glimpse of Darth Arcanix and her victim. Tarkin was only grateful that he was not in their position, "secure the flanks, push forward. We end this, now!" He demanded, a small pause for dramatics his voice was hoarse but no less intimidating thanks to the modulator. He led the charge to empty out the rebel trenches alabaster plastoid clad men and women jumped into the fray. A standard bearer planted the Claw's and by proxy the Iron Talon's flag. The emblem of their Empire high above it as a banner head, it emerged like a cross among the blades of grass. Standing out amongst them that this patch of dirt had been conquered.

Meanwhile on Cophigirin V. Tcrisea led the Raptors blaster in hand their armor was that of the advanced legionnaire armor, white with gray and orange patterns. With the chaos of battle around them there was little room for misinterpertations, Tcrisea relied on Lorridan Kinetic Communications. Raptors took note and followed their Captain's orders the close combat squadrons advanced first sinking their vibroswords into the enemy. Blades penetrated through the soft armor easily, and as they withdrew the sploshes of blood poured from them with ease. Some would try to surrender but it would be futile their orders were clear, none of the rebels were to survive. The Emperor's hand would be harsh so that they could serve as a pointed lesson for the people of New Alderaan. They would bend the knee, or die.

When the two companies had completed their missions here today, this world would without a doubt belong to the Sith Empire and their Emperor, Darth Carnifex.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Darth Vornskr raised her spear and pointed it forward.

Joycelyn's legionnaires, supported by the Raptors, parted into smaller groups as they flooded into the cave mouth. At their rear, the ground shook with the footfalls of walkers. Blaster shots rang on the sides as they cut the cave off from the rest of the world.

Angered breathing reverberated inside Joycelyn's helm as she let the point of her pike drop toward the ground. Legionnaires rushing by on either side. There was a moment of silence, broken by a new line of firing and dying. Rage and bloodlust clouded her vision as she let the dark side of the Force take her into its cold embrace. She felt her body tense and then relax into the hate.

And then Vornskr rushed in.

The battle was an endless chase. Her black iron boots sang a rhythmic song of conquest as she belted through stone mazes and carved tunnels, piercing, ripping, trampling those who would stand in her way. Through her tunnel-vision she could see, and feel, herself piercing a body to the ground and seizing its wrist. With a mighty pull she felt bones creak, muscles pull, and sinew pop. The screams were silent to her ears, but she felt herself smile as the arm came loose.

Darkness; warm, wet, all-encompassing, as if she was held in some thick, viscous oil.

At the end she found herself standing in a mingle of bodies. She knelt down and drew a knife from her harness. Brushing the brown hair of the body aside, she applied the knife. The sawing motion blended with her breath, like a silent prayer. One body down, many more to go.

Praise be Vahl.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

​

New Alderaan would fall. The forces of the Empire had come to overwhelm the pockets of resistance here. From Colonel Zambrano's fierce campaign on Cophigirin V to the Emperor and his Shadow Hand's very presence in the capital city. Showing them both the benevolence of the Sith and the harsh hand of the military. Banners of the Empire had been planted on the world's soil and as the last of the dissidents had been extinguished, a new government would be brought. The Sith Empire's borders would grow once more as both New Alderaan and Cophigirin V were brought into the fold, Sith-Imperial propaganda began to sound throughout the city steets of New Aldera. While military bases were constructed on Cophigirin V and a new chapter in the system's history would begin under the rule of Darth Carnifex, Dark Lord of the Sith.