Junction Age of Empires | EE (Empty Hex) + AC (Makem Te) + NIO (Velmor) Junction

[EFCOM]

In the wake of the Ashlan Crusade’s liberation of Dromund Kaas, the majority of the galaxy’s major political players mobilized considerable resources to aid in their endeavor. The reason for each entity’s involvement is as numerous as the secrets the enigmatic planet itself holds from all but the most persistent of explorers, but a commonality between them all is one simple fact; the balance of power holding sway over the galaxy is at the most uncertain level it has been in millenia. Relations between the New Imperial Order and the Galactic Alliance are at an all-time low; the Ashlan Crusade waxes ascendant whilst the Confederacy of Independent Systems collapses from the sheer magnitude of its influence; the Eternal Empire is currently experiencing a period of momentum unseen in nearly a decade as its military industrial complex rises to the occasion of seeing it reemerge as a galactic power, while the Mandalorian Enclave bares its teeth in a daring and politically risky attack upon the Imperial world of Panatha. Meanwhile, the Brotherhood of the Maw together with the New Sith Order have taken the Second Great Hyperspace war to new heights, challenging the resolve of the Silver Jedi Concord and their New Jedi Order brothers. Not to be ignored, the enigmatic Elysium Empire rises from relative obscurity as it expands its influence in the deep reaches of the Outer Rim. As the immeasurable streams of time ebb and flow, who can say what will happen next?

It is in the midst of such uncertainty that two powers have opted to take advantage of their close proximity in the aftermath of Dromund Kaas, to have a ‘meeting of minds’ wherein it will be decided whether they can ever hold common cause between them; or if they can even coexist without the spectre of war hanging above them. To the majority of geo-political analysts, too many unanswered questions and grievances exist between the Eternal Empire and the New Imperial Order. Decades prior, one power had aligned itself with The Sith Empire in their campaign to enslave the galaxy under their thrall, whilst the other was borne from within The Sith Empire by those who refused to fight under the banner of unspeakable tyranny and oppression. The war that resulted from this historic series of events wrought deep wounds between them both, scars which carry on to this day. The simple fact the two powers were able to operate on Dromund Kaas without tearing each other apart bespeaks that perhaps civility can win out between them. While an official meeting could do much to carry such momentum forward, it could also risk much to the contrary - with the Galaxy being the unfortunate bystander should the worst come to pass. The vast majority of the Galaxy’s populace carry on with their day to day lives, blissfully unaware as both parties meet upon the Eternal Imperial flagship The Crimson Empress, anchored in high orbit over Dromund Kaas in position between the NIO Naval Forces and the Eternal Fleet - serving as a centralized space for the two powers to meet, with representatives of the Ashlan Crusade serving as a neutral party for the summit. Hopefully, history will remember this meeting as the beginning of a new age between them both, rather than the catalyst for a conflict many fear hangs in the near future...

Objective 1: Orbital Summit

Representatives of the New Imperial Order, Ashlan Crusade, and Eternal Empire convene within the audience chamber built into the Crimson Empress, the flagship of the Eternal Fleet and the personal vessel of Empress Ingrid L’lerim. The goals of this summit may vary between either side, but the historic significance of it cannot be understated.

Objective 2: Holdouts

Although the liberation of Dromund Kaas could be considered a forgone conclusion, there are still pockets of resistance to be found scattered throughout the planet. Given the Ashlan Crusade’s policy of purging all elements of Sith Influence on the planet, both the Eternal Empire and the New Imperial Order have taken on the joint assignment of aiding them in rooting out any final vestiges of Sith resistance on the planet, in particular at a series of scattered temples deep within the jungle on the far side of the planet. Who knows what secrets they may reawaken, or to what extent the Sith may still exist on the planet...

Objective 3: BYOO

The chaos surrounding a military demobilization effort cannot be underestimated. Anything could happen, be it opportunities for fraternization between military units, medical care for wounded personnel, unsanctioned races using military equipment, or even acts of espionage.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Objective: Try to make some kind of deal with NIO with the help of the Ashlan Crusade which is normalise relations between the factions.
Location: Aboard the ENS Crimson Empress, orbit around Dromund Kaas
Equipment: The Soulsabers (hidden) | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Ul-Tam-Ban | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Pietro Demici | Baron Reinhardt Ström | Rurik Fel | Belisarius Vactovion | Open

[ Valhalla Calling ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Meeting with the NIO; needless to say, the last encounters were far from the best. Even Ingrid was inexperienced in international diplomacy and in the ruling duties, at the time and insisted she had to finish the last order that she got from her former Emperor. Destroy the TSE from inside because she still believed that Tacitus would return and take back the throne.

Times change…

Now it was the new Imperator who destroyed the last contract because the NIO broke it. Rurik Fel; that day Ingrid learned about the intimate things about the man that few probably know, but the reverse was also true. A lot has changed since then. The woman spoke to Tavlar at the trial on Coruscant when she would have been ready to go into eternal exile if everyone had joined forces against Bryn'adûl. Yes, she wanted peace in the war against the TSE, but not for the Sith, not for the TSE, but for the galaxy, as she has said several times.

Of those four, Tavlar was dead, Chandra was no longer in control, she hadn't heard of Auteme since roughly Coruscant, though almost every Jedi was pushed into the background due to Maw's deception. The days when even an alien race was the biggest concern. Everything seemed more peaceful. From those days, the Bryn'adûl did not exist anymore either, they were destroyed by the Eternal Empire. The CIS has collapsed.

From that time, the former Lord Executor and Admiral Regent remain, and she. Of course, here she is thinking of those who can come to today's meeting. Indeed, they had a lot to discuss regarding previous cases, even if they do not mention those. Sometimes he even remembered for a moment whether the NIO knew about Rausgeber's betrayal, that the man wanted to kill her, or that he just wanted to release her while the Triumvirate wanted to keep her in captivity. It was an interesting question, but it belonged to the past.

It had no significance today, that is, but. Today will be largely about the grievances of the past, not just what the future holds. The Empress was waiting in the largest meeting room of her own flagship. The ship did not belong to the Eternal Empire, only indirectly; it was a Terraris Command's flagship. Thus, Terraris Command soldiers and the Shadow Company were responsible for security. MANIAC will immediately tell the woman, who will be coming from the behalf of the NIO and Ashlan Crusade for the treaty when they reach the ship.

Meanwhile, Ingrid was sitting at the table, including the new Overseer, the old Baron Ström, just like one of the Field Marshals. While they waited for the NIO and Ashlan Crusade delegates, the woman turned in their direction.

<"What do you think of the upcoming summit, Overseer, Field Marshal?"> she asked.

She knew what to expect from Ashlan Crusade, as they had a good relationship with them lately and went through a lot. Even if Lord Demici did not trust her, they were able to work together. The real mystery was the NIO and Lord Fel…

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The First and the Light of Ashla
Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and the Fjölkyngi Smiđr Guild​

Objective: Cleanse the Temple; release and heal the souls
Location: Dark Temple, Dromund Kaas
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Tags: Open

[ Preliator ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

This world was also full of wounds; in recent times they have travelled almost only on worlds that have been injured. This place was too; not only because of what the Sith had done in this place for many millennia, but also because of what happened when the planet was occupied. Even now, it was almost a curse to see the world differently. Ession at least wasn't like that, she and Geiseric were able to heal it, there all the previous atrocities the Sith had caused were gone. However, this world is still bleeding.

The souls screamed in pain, and the Valkyrja heard them. Especially near the dark temple, which was outside the city. So, she also came to this place; the capital was already cleaned up anyway, if there were any Sith left, the men of the three armies would be able to clean the city. Eina hoped that she would not be alone, but would also be approached by Force Users from elsewhere to help with her work.

Today she did not want to kill, only to heal; since this was her oath what she made, this was her vow to Gei and Ashlan Crusade that she would devote her power to healing and the protection of souls and worlds, to the cessation of the Bogan's power, and that she would only kill anyone if she had to. It was not her job to take the lives of mortals. She was a Guardian Angel, the Light of Ashla; and soon a Living Saint of the goddess is not only in the Netherworld but here in Realspace as well.

She was a warrior, yes. A warlord; but today Dromund Kaas needed a healer, someone to save the souls and send them where they belonged. As always, her very strong Light Side aura swung around the area, it could be felt from afar, glowing in a beautiful golden light in the Force when one looked at her in the Force. Eina waited for everyone to arrive and prepare to enter the temple.

"Everyone be careful and alert. There are countless other followers of the Bogan inside, as are the Bogan's monsters. Remember, we are doing Ashla's will and the goddess is taking care of us." she told.

Although Eina was still not religious, she already knew Ashla existed and knew it really was the way she said it. The goddess, the oversoul, always takes care of those who follow her.

Everything will happen that way how Ashla wills it...

 

[Baron Reinhardt Ström]

TAG: Ingrid L'lerim
OBJECTIVE: I - Orbital Summit
LOCATION: Audience Chamber within the ENS Crimson Empress

Today was a bittersweet, but no less historic day. Baron Ström had - only a few days prior - personally led Imperial forces on the world of Dromund Kaas, which sat below them cutting just as forbidding of an image as it always had. Nearly a decade previous, his Empire had fought alongside the Sith, who claimed this world as one of their most sacred. Now, the Overseer had fought alongside those he at one point considered enemies to despoil the very same planet; or in the eyes of some, to cleanse it. The nobleman was unsure as to which camp he fell into as of yet. The newly minted alliance between the Eternal Empire and the Ashlan Crusade had been a venture not universally agreed upon in some circles within the Imperial hierarchy. Mistrust roiled under the surface, as a sizable minority viewed the Crusade as little more than religious zealots who, for now, were focused on the Brotherhood of the Maw. But what would happen if the time came when the Maw was extinguished? Many within the galaxy had long memories, and would never forgive the role the Eternal Empire had to play in the previous wars of the Sith Empire; regardless of the actions it currently performed for the greater good of all.

Yet, this same alliance that many were suspicious of within the Imperial Assembly also bore a small sliver of hope. If these same radicals could put aside the past and ally with the Empire for common cause against the Sith, if for no other reason than temporary convenience; then now was the time to leverage that alliance for all it was worth to the Empire’s benefit. This was why the Overseer answered his Empress’s call to attend this summit (even though he was also obligated to do so). Although the New Imperial Order stood as the nation with the biggest grievance against the Eternal Empire (next to the Galactic Alliance), the order of the galaxy had changed a lot since those days. Instead of being an upstart military coup borne from the Sith Empire, the New Imperial Order stood as the preeminent military power of the galaxy, surpassing the Eternal Empire by sheer numbers alone. If a conflict were to break out between the Eternal Empire and the New Order, the outcome would not be a foregone conclusion - yet, the Empire would be hard pressed to fend off the onslaught Rurik Fel and his subjects could cast upon them.

That said, the spectre of war was also not as imminent as it had been a few years prior. The Galactic Alliance had fallen from diplomatic grace with the NIO through such a severe deterioration, it boggled even the Baron’s mind. From the New Imperials’ point of view, the Alliance was weak and corrupt, proving to be a liability rather than an asset to their cause of exterminating the last vestiges of Sith influence. To the Galactic Alliance, the Imperials were a warmongering totalitarian regime bent on forging a false pretense for a war of conquest of the Core Worlds. This shift had placed the Eternal Empire into a unique position; one it had never experienced since its conception, for it always seemed as though the Empire was on the back foot of history, trying to place itself into a position of strength. For all of the silent criticisms espoused of Empress L’lerim amongst those of the Imperial hierarchy, one could not argue with the results of her rule.

She had guided the Empire through two wars since her ascension, and the Empire had remained largely intact throughout both. Now, the Empire stood perched above the major powers whilst they all postured and growled at each other. While the intent of this meeting was merely to normalize relations between the Eternal Empire and the New Imperial Order, with the Ashlan Crusade serving as a mediator for the summit; the fact remained that it could potentially open the door for the Empire to also position itself for future conflicts on the horizon. Should the result be positive, the Empire could easily leverage its position to make bolder moves against the Galactic Alliance, particularly in the Empire’s efforts to outpace the GA in expanding into former CIS space. If the outcome was catastrophically negative, then it would be witnessed by the Ashlan delegation, and it would also signal to the GA that the Empire could be a potential ally should conflict erupt. This was not an illogical assumption of course, as the Alliance all but wreaked of desperation at the prospect of war with its former ally.

Ström halfway suspected they would accept an armistice against the Maw if it meant they’d have an ally against the NIO, which meant that an alliance with the Eternal Empire would be far more likely of an outcome. Overall, there was hardly a negative outcome for the Eternal Empire in this summit, yet the Baron intended to ensure it did not get bungled regardless. Although one would think the Overseer of Imperial Armed Forces did not have any real purview within a diplomatic meeting, the fact remained that Empress L’lerim had leaned upon the Baron over the past year for his wisdom and experience. Plus, it was an unofficial fact that the Overseer of the Armed Forces carried a high level of clout amongst his peers, given the highly militaristic nature of the Empire itself. With those facts in mind, Baron Ström was easily among the most influential figures within the Empire. Both his presence and his reputation would bespeak a level of importance to this meeting that otherwise would not be so apparent.

The Baron took his position within a chair alongside the Empress, as both they and the other representatives of the Empire awaited the arrival of both the Ashlan and NIO delegations. As they waited, the Empress turned to her loyal Overseer with a question:

<”What do you think of the upcoming summit, Overseer, Field Marshal?”>
Her choice of address to the Baron was a bit puzzling, using both of his titles. Was this a lighthearted jab at his refusal to refer to her as anything other than ‘Her Majesty’? Regardless, her inquiry brought a light smile to his lips, which remained as he responded:

”Cautiously optimistic, Your Majesty. I would be interested to see the dynamic that will unfold with both the Ashlan Crusade and New Imperial delegations here, together, at the table with us. I think we shall see precisely how valuable our new allies are in mediating this exchange.” Reinhardt smirked as he said “Your Majesty”, as if partaking in some known joke between them both. ”I stand ready to provide my wisdom and council to you at your discretion, but I shall otherwise observe to hopefully gain some level of insight into our position throughout the discussion.”

 

[Belisarius Vactovion]

Belisarius Vactovion
Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud | Field Marshal of the Eternal Army
The Black Knight of Vengard

Objective: I Orbital Summit | Get the Likeminded together
Location: Crimson Empress, Audience Chamber
Equipment: Ultranaut Field Marshal Uniform, Shroudsaber (concealed)
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim , Baron Reinhardt Ström , more.

{✠} The Black Knight {✠}
<"High Nelvaanian"> | " voice " | << comm. channel >>

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Likeminded. That was the word of this day, of this meeting. Likeminded. Not Alliance, not Maw, not mediation or compromise. None of it really mattered in the face of the developments which could take place, the progress which could be made. Enlightenment, order, truth, they were the three tenets Belisarius believed in and would enforce them with all strength and power he could gather. Some would call his view of the truth as twisted or weird, but it was not. He was a simple man, a soldier and warrior, for him truth existed only momentarily. Right here and now the truth was that the NEw Imperial Order and Eternal Empire were likeminded.

The Third Imperial Civil War took a toll on all sides, the Sith Empire was finally crushed and even though the Field Marshal's nation was fighting on their side for the sake of a seemingly greater good, he was satisfied and happy with the result and the emerging New Imperial Order. They offered opposition to the Force organisations, to the corruption of the Core and proved martially strong. By now even probably the most battle tested and largest military in the Galaxy. Bel was not a politician, he was no diplomat, but offered more than once council and a much more pragmatic and honest view than aristocrats with agenda or so called foreign friends.

Belisarius was looking at the current state of things from two points of view. First and foremost, he was a Lord Commander of the Wardens, his goal was to vanquish and exterminate all Light and Dark side serving organisations, personally he even favouring the end of all Jedi and their miserable sub-interpretations. If possible, he would avoid to be any close to any of the Ashlan slaves, prefering the presence of any Sith ten times. But secondly, he was a Field Marshal and leading member of the Eternal Army Flag Command. He had to consider the strategic opportunities. Through the abominable Ashlans, a pact with the New Imperials seems close. Unifying these two military powers, the Eternal Empires might and the New Imperial Orders might would result in the strongest coalition achieveable, both against the Maw and against the Core.

The best outcome would be to step onto the corpse of the Ashlans to reach for the hand of Rurik Fel, the acceptable outcome is the improvement of diplomatic relations and coordination of the war effort against the Maw.

The Field Marshal was dressed in his own attire, a quite simple uniform with very little pomp and trimming, only the insignia of his rank on the collar. The uniform was a very different look to his usual black armor and seemed to barely hold the massive figure of the half-Valkyri, just like the chair he was seated on, sitting next to the Empress and the Overseer, his direct superior.

His purple eyes turned to the Empress as she was asking the two a question, then to the Overseer as the latter responded. Belisarius showed no immediate reaction and would let the Overseer of the Imperial Armed Forces finish before responding, considering the words the older looking man uttered. It was true, the worth of the Ashlans would be put onto the test here, but even without their performance, the Empire should be more than able to handle the situation.

"Empress, we should make sure that we are not mediated into something more beneficial to others than to us. I believe that we have an opportunity here which we should not leave unused because of quarrels, grudges or personal insults which are older than our last conscripts."

 

[Ul-Tam-Ban]

Din Yachei | Ingrid L'lerim | Rurik Fel | Pietro Demici | Baron Reinhardt Ström | Belisarius Vactovion

Archbeacon's Palace, Tiss'sharl
Shortly before the Summit
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"I am worried Gere-Vat." Ul sighed.

"About what, your worship? Surely a renewal of ties to Fel regime is on the way."

"But is that our desired outcome?"

Before a large mirror the two raptorial men stood, the Archbeacon and his aide. Ul flatten out his billowing black robes with splayed claws.

"You know I never used to worry about my appearance before all these politics."

"Are you sure black is the best choice, sire? It may have connotations."

"A Jedi is judged by his merit, not his fashion. And this robe was a gift from the high commissioner of Zeesstrav City. It might be worth something to show I still represent this world even on the galactic stage."

He'd worked to hard for anything else. The accusations that flew at him were true. He was an off-worlder, a son of Tiss'sharl only by blood. That's why he put in the hours cleaning house, ridding the world he was charged to protect of the corrupt oligarchs and the Sith they sold themselves to. Merit and virtue were the ways of the Jedi...

The Crimson Empress, DK Orbit
Presently
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The Tiss'shar delegation entered the conference chambers. Together with the Lord of Tiss'shar Tae-Hurg-Wes, his secular counterpart, Ul-Tam-Ban took his seat at the back of the audience chamber. He had no intention of stepping on any toes if it could be helped. Spiritual guidance was his offering to this council as it had been daily to the people of his planet. The Tiss'shar took to it, though it was highly unlikely Rurik Fel would do the same.

"What is our intent here, Ul?" Lord Tae questioned quietly,

"Are you a pious man, Tae?" Ul was calm and collected, his hands folded neatly in his lap and eyes flickering between the faces all around the room. Eyes evolved for predation scrutinized deeply the wolves that had come out to play. Men more inclined to politics than him scrutinized back, hoping to make the lizardmen feel like the prey they were not.

"Of course. I serve in the House of Lords at his Holiness' pleasure." there was a resoluteness in Tae's voice. Ul's muscles relaxed into a true state of calm that matched his outward demeanor. Tae was one of the good ones who had not bowed to the Sith.

"Together we represent one of the most populous planet's in Crusade space. This affects us more than you realize."

"And what are we supposed to offer that Prime Minister Draellix or the Grand Orator himself cannot?"

"Because we have allies. True allies. Those heads of state are allies borne of convenience and tactics, even within the crusade. I believe an old acquaintance of mine will be joining us today. A godly man, even more so than you and I. He has great conviction, and he usually avoids politics."

"If he avoids politics, why would he attend here?"

"Because nobody can avoid these politics..."

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[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Aboard the Crimson Empress
Objective: Take part in treaty negotiations
Tags:
EE: Ingrid L'lerim Baron Reinhardt Ström Belisarius Vactovion
AC: Pietro Demici Ul-Tam-Ban
NIO: Rurik Fel

Spoiler: Isla's Personal Gear

Admiral's Sabre
Ashlan Rosary
Personal guard of Ashlan Praetorian droids
Overseer Biochip OPBC-01a

Prime Minister Isla Draellix was attending the summit aboard the Crimson Empress as part of the Ashlan Delegation, it would be an interesting and potentially very fruitful day, particularly if they could turn even more guns on the Maw with all this.

It was the Ashlans oldest ally and the Ashlans newest ally sitting around the table together. She was aware of a fair amount of bad blood between the sides from previous exchanges but politics always moves forward. She found it mildly entertaining the fact that on one side of the table was the ally that Demici struggled to trust and on the other, the ally that she herself struggled to trust. It was a funny world politics, you aligned yourself with people to accomplish a goal and just had to turn a blind eye to how they accomplished it.

As she had boarded the flagship she had come with her honour guard of Praetorian battledroids, painted in alabaster white with gold detail work, the droids didn't like the paint job, which was a strange sentiment for the machines, but they enjoyed the role of being her personal guard. The four of them were now on standby mode in a dedicated holding area authorised by the Eternal Empire, she hadn't expected to come barging in to the conference room flanked with war droids, but a certain amount of showboating was expected from dignitaries attending these things, and once again Isla would be surrounded on all sides by powerful force users, assassins and warlords, she had to look the part.

Now she at the table, her military overcoat had been removed and she sat in her white corvettes dress and neck ruffle, her Ashlan Rosary hung proudly from a gold chain attached to her dress. She looked at her datapad, a quick double check on details never hurt. The part of the Ashlans was minimal today, they were a third party in the treaty, but as allies of both, but decisions here had the potential to affect them too. She hadn't expected to be back at Dromund Kaas quite so quickly after the liberation, having to quickly leave at the battles end to attend to pressing matters on another front, but this was the venue that had been chosen. Significant Ashlan Naval and Ground assets were still present in system, both mopping up, and delivery vital aid to the civilian population. Such was the duty of a light sided liberator, to ensure the people you liberate live better for your actions.

She took a sip of her Deychin Tea a personal favourite, then looked at the Imperial dignitaries, the Eternal Empire side. "It is a pleasure to see you both again" she looked at the Empress and the Baron, whose she had met on Ziost previously, then at Belisarius Vactovion "I don't believe we have met, but the information package delivered to us was very helpful, I like to have a face to put to the name." she then extended a similar greeting to the NIO side of the table, the metal clad face of the Emperor made her mildly uncomfortable, but she had become accustomed to seeing it over the years of their Alliance.

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[Hi'los Krai]

Location: Aboard the ENS Crimson Empress, orbit around Dromund Kaas
Objective: Attend the summit.
Equipment: Hersir Imperial Uniform | 2x Shroudsabers (Hidden) | OPBC-01m
Tag: Open.

Hi'los Krai walked towards the room aboard the ENS Crimson Empress where the summit would be hosted. It was his first time aboard the ENS Crimson Empress, and he scanned his surroundings as he made it to the room. His 2 guards stopped at the door per his orders. No bodyguards were permitted to enter, hopefully that would lead the talks to be more peaceful. Smirking at the thought of politics being peaceful he opened the door.

As he entered and took his seat, he spotted the Empress, Overseer Ström, and an unfamiliar sight. Field Marshal Belisarius Vactovion was it? He had entered during a conversation between the three, dipping his head in a bow towards the Empress, he tuned into the conversation.

 

[Chamdar the Hutt]

Location: Aboard the ENS Crimson Empress, orbit around Dromund Kaas
Objective: Attend the summit
Equipment: 2x Hutt Fusion Pistols
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Hi'los Krai Ul-Tam-Ban Isla Draellix-Kobitana Baron Reinhardt Ström

Chamdar had shuttled across to the Crimson Empress from his own flagship, the Star Cruiser ENS Revenge, which was in formation with the flagship of the Eternal Fleet, the Empress' personal command vessel. Leaving behind his personal guard of Ultranauts, he shuffled into the Audience Chamber alone, his vest bearing the insignia of a Commodore, and his holsters filled with a pair of sidearms. Golden eyes looked over the gathering as he entered, taking note of each individual in the room.

Potential allies, potential enemies, potential rivals, all coordinated into the same location, with none here yet knowing the apparent outcome of the talks, there was potential for peace, and potential for violent chaos. Trying to be as unobtrusive as a Hutt could be, Commodore Chamdar took his place among the other more senior officers of the Eternal Fleet in attendance, listening to the conversation around him, ready to play his part if required. He waved away a waiter carrying a tray of drinks, content to watch quietly without the distraction of food or drink.

 

[Rurik Fel]

E M P E R O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE IRONCLAD
EE | Ingrid L'lerim | Baron Reinhardt Ström | Belisarius Vactovion
AC | Pietro Demici | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Ul-Tam-Ban
NIO | Akash Guul​

FALLS
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So the time came for business once more. Eternal Empire. He'd had scant interactions with the leadership or anyone from the ambiguous state since the heated throes of the Third Imperial Civil War. It was side by side with the Eternal Empire that Rurik as permanently marred to the point of being all but confined to the Iron Skin he donned now. Yet even in shared blood bled to destroy the Sith, they betrayed the Order and now, with the ashes settled on the Sith Empire, sought to reconcile.

Rurik arrived to meet aboard Ingrid's ship with a meager escort to accompany his travel. Save for the recommissioned NIV Antares Draco, the once flagship of the 1st Crusade Fleet which was brought to ruin in orbit of Nirauan. But in the throes of a total war they continued to rage and anything that could be salvaged, needed to be. In the graving yards of Yaga Minor, the battlecruiser was restored to former glory, refusing to pull the FIV Ferrata from the line patrolling the borderlands with the Maw, Rurik decided it would serve well its purpose as it always had.

Accompanied by a rather small retinue, he boarded the Eternal Imperial vessel with the lowest expectations as what to expect from the opposing parties.

As soon as the blast door parted for his arrival, his presence was an immediate chilling of the area. In the stark contrast to the late Imperator Tavlar, who was, for all intents, merely a mortal man. A soldier who'd risen to the rank of head of state with an innate grounding of reliability to his personality. Rurik lacked any remotely similar means of endearment.

He was Emperor. He was the Empire and its will made manifest. There was no other interest or ambition he put before it. Clad in his skin of Iron, down armored only to accommodate for his argent hooded cloak and metal mask, he donned a lighter composite breastplate depicting the traditional Imperial military rank bar of Emperor. Six silver over six silver. Second to none.

His metal gaze had an errant aura of discomfort and alienation, the visage of man cast in metal and contouring to features marred and twisted from his previous wounds. It was somehow less abrasive gaze than what lay beneath. Buried in the metal sockets, his steely eyes barely glinted past the metal masque as he peered between each of them.

He took his seat and said nothing in silent judgment. They knew well who he was and why he was here.

They called him to meet and thus, they had to speak.

 

[Lilanna Kelamvor]

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O B J E C T I V E II: Holdouts​

Location: Planetside, Dromund Kaas​

Tags: Corin Autem Eina L'lerim-Vandiir​

Equipment: Shoudsaber, Lilanna's Apsara Armor, FS-18 Omega Phase Assault Rifle, KC- 95 'Ace of Spades' Blaster Pistol, Lady of Steel's Cybernetic Leg.​

Forces: 10th Ultranaut Regiment 'Oathbreakers',​

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She hated this planet. She hated most the planets she had walked on as a Sith. There was a stain that the worlds tainted in the dark side carried, a mark that lingered in the spirit of those who walked upon it, and like an old wound, would bubble to the surface once contact was made. A low grunt came from the Warden's mask, snapping a loose branch out of her way, senses reaching out to try and find hidden traps that Sith remnants might have left behind. Currently, she was leading several squads to clear out the trails near Kaas City out; namely several of the temples that had been carved deep into the mountains of the planet.​

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She halted, raising her fist as several Ultranauts behind her came to a halt. The trail up ahead felt off, though she couldn't place why.​

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She never liked leading a unit. Being responsible for all these lives, and knowing that she couldn't save them, it made her wonder how Corie slept at night; though from Lil's own experience, it wasn't always sound sleeping.​

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The near constant rain of Dromund Kaas brought with it it's own issues. Namely, the lightning storms played havoc on sensor readings, and the winds shifted and stirred so much of the flora and fauna at times that trying to rely on motion sensors was a quick way to go stir crazy. Lilanna was well aware of this however, for several reasons. Namely, her training on this world had taught her how the environments you fought within could be just as hazardous as those who claimed them.​

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The only sense of comfort she found, was at the presence that loomed not that far behind her. Hidden beyond sight for most, but not to the boundaries of her mind. She smiled faintly, her focus on the path ahead, and the single land mind that had been set.​

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Whoever had set it was desperate, minimum time to cover it properly, an awkward mound of mud on an overground jungle trail? It stuck out. One simple command from the force, and it was taken out of commission, though Lilanna had to move forward and 'act' like she had disarmed the device. It took only a few minutes, but it was time she'd rather spend taking out her building frustrations on what was left of the Sith.​

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Feeling that she had prevented another hazard, Lilanna gave the signal to move ahead, and was left to ponder how Corie was so good at this.​

 

[Pietro Demici]

Pietro Demici: Cardinal of Ashla

AC: Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Ul-Tam-Ban, Din Yachei

NIO: Rurik Fel , Akash Guul

EE: Ingrid L'lerim , Baron Reinhardt Ström , Belisarius Vactovion, Hi'los Krai , Chamdar the Hutt

Age of Empires

The Crusade rose, the Sith fell, and the galaxy burned. The war with the Maw was being felt on all fronts, eventualy leading to the breaking of the Bastion Pact that had held the Brotherhood's enemies together. A tumultuous time indeed, and one that had been felt by all. Despite these troubling times, however, new bonds had been formed. The Crusade had even signed a treaty with the Eternal Empire, a feat that many had not anticipated, the Cardinal least of all.

Pietro had only continued to pursue the treaty because it was Cedric Grayson's wish, and as the new head of the Ashlan leadership, Pietro wished to honor that wish. Beyond that, his distrust of the Empress and her subordinates was a wall that seemed impenetrable. They were a group shrouded in more mystery than the Cardinal cared for, an enigma that left much to the imagination. As such, he was unsure if he could ever truly count them as friends. Nevertheless, the alliance held, and as long as it did, both sides would benefit. As for the NIO, their current position on the Eternal Empire remained a mystery.

There had been a mutual understanding between Irveric Tavlar and the Ashlan leadership. Though their methods differed, Pietro found that they were of a similar mind, both with the fire and persistence to bring their respective nations to triumph over the darkness. When it came to Rurik Fel, what Pietro had seen of the man pointed toward a possibly similar circumstance, though in the end, there would be no way of knowing until the summit began. He was a different man from Tavlar, and with that came new mystery.

He stepped into the hallways of the Crimson Empress with only his friend Chaplain Panaka, as well as a pair of Veilbearers. The Holy Guard were the Cardinal's usual protective force, but he had chosen to favor a more subtle, yet equally powerful approach for this meeting. This was a fitting task for the Veilbearers, as their golden armor and flowing, purple robes did well enough to show the Crusade's success, and their lightsaber pikes were enough of a show of strength.

As they made their way to the meeting room, the Chaplain woke beside the Cardinal, his helmeted gaze looking ever forward.

"What outcome do you anticipate from this meeting, your imminence?"

"Unity, Chaplain. Unity through cause. If we can mend some of the broken barriers between our allies, then we stand a greater chance against the Maw."

"Forgive me, but I was under the impression that the Bastion Pact was defunct. Can we still call the New Imperials our ally?"

The Cardinal paused for a moment, stopping before turning toward the man.

"They came to our aid to crush the Sith on the planet below, did they not?"

A nod came in reply.

"Then they can still be counted among our friends, pact or not. Alliances are more than treaties and talks. They are action."

"Indeed, your imminence. Forgive me for my ignorance."

A reassuring pat on the shoulder came from Pietro before he signaled for the Veilbearers to wait by the entrance. As they took their seats among the delegation, Pietro offered a bow to those present, putting forth his most diplomatic self. Today would not need the usual fire he presented during his sermons, but rather, a delicate hand. Though the Cardinal was far from delicate, he could manage to quell the fire, if only for a time. Soon, the proceeds would begin, and all eyes would be on the leaders of the three nations. He only hoped things would go smoothly during the summit.

 

[Scipio Kaarz]

Scipio Kaarz: Magister Militum Dei of the Crusade

Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Lilanna Kelamvor

The rains of Dromund Kaas were beating down upon the land as they always had, the water dancing along the planet's surface as each drop fell. It was a stark contrast to the Magister's homeworld of Mirial, and not a climate he could easily get used to. Despite the less than favorable weather, Scipio maintained his usually cool head, focusing on the current task as he directed the Crusade's troops. It wasn't long ago that the Crusade had liberated Dromund Kaas, negating the nexus for the time being and scattering the Sith remnants to the four winds. Nevertheless, there was no misconception of how deep these followers of the Bogan had sunk their claws into the very bowels of the planet itself. The full purification of the planet would take time, and it would likely be several more weeks before they could concretely deem the planet pure.

His eyes scanned the horizon from atop a hill, looking over the thick foliage of the planet as he studied the countryside. There had been reports of Sith loyalists that had dug in to the more dense portions of the jungle, hiding in cave systems and ruins like the savages they were. Judging from the layout of the terrain, Scipio could spot several areas that seemed like potential targets.

"Commander, send elements of the Lancer Corps to survey that ridge. If these loyalists are as predictable as I believe, that will be where we'll find them. They are not to engage unless fired upon. We will keep our distance until we can get eyes on our target."

The commander quickly began relaying the orders over the communications channel, prompting a growing hum in the distance. The Lancer Corps had only recently begun to see proper action, and thus far, they had proven to be even more effective than the Crusade had initially hoped. As they sped off into the distance, Scipio found within himself a small moment of satisfaction. The Crusade's military had started off as a ragtag group of devoted individuals, united largely by loyalty and faith. As the movement grew, their military had finally grown into a proper fighting force, a true army of the Light.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent​

Objective: BYOO, Remembrance
Location: N/A; Records only
Equipment: N/A; Records only
Tag: N/A

[ New Order ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Recordings of Ziare Diarron's medical files; (ISB junior agent, COMPNOR):

"I don’t really know where to start, I think it all happened at Carlac. My task was to meet some of my contacts who would have provided information for the war with Maw. However, by the time I arrived at the agreed location, my contacts were not there but were others. Maw's camp with one of their warlords. I didn't know who he was then. This was my first live mission since I became an agent. Now I certainly wouldn’t have been careless to attack them. I have had nightmares ever since…"

"Who was that, agent?" the doctor's voice was heard on the record.

"I immediately saw that he could be some kind of officer, on his movement and as the other marauders surrounded him. I studied psychology; I should have been able to recognise it. Who was he? One is a person I’ve had nightmares about ever since, the other is Maw’s Taskmaster, but I’ll talk about that later. The Mongrel ; he was the Mongrel. And I foolishly tried to kill him. The Imperator died not long before by the hands of the Maw, I just did my duty, I wanted the Empire and my superiors to be proud of me.

I just wanted to serve the Empire and my Emperor…

Yes, I now know that I carelessly got into a duel I didn’t even have a chance to win. I was just an insurgent on my own planet fighting the oppression of the Sith. The NIO helped and I was able to join COMPNOR as an agent afterwards. But I am not, I was not an assassin, never. And that’s true, I didn’t even expect that man, after I shot him in the chest with a shotgun, up close, to act like he didn’t even feel it.

He's a monster, a mentally ill, insane animal! I should have known… I should have called for reinforcements and not fought with them. Even then, it was typically cybernetic. We fought… look at me, I’m only good at melee if I can be faster than my opponent because I’m not particularly physically strong. He was fast and strong. I lost my advantage at the beginning when he broke my ribs on one side with a strong punch and almost broke my hand when he knocked my rifle out of my hand.

The fight was more like wrestling, I thought he was going to kill me. I think it would have been best if he had killed me and not just done to make me lose consciousness so he could take me with him."

"So he kidnapped you and that's how you got to be a prisoner of the Maw? What happened there?" he asked me.

"Yes, he kidnapped me to be a slave-soldier. Do I have to answer this question?" I asked back.

"I am sorry agent, but you have to!"

 

[Corin Autem]

Tags: Lilanna Kelamvor Lena Dracov Scipio Kaarz Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Kit: KC-47 Hybrid Strike Rifle, HH-38 "Geysa" Hybrid Pistol, Lucius-pattern Bayonet, Imperial "Hellhound" Combat Armour Mk. I
Location: Dromund Kaas

Dromund Kaas had always been a bleak place. Stormy. Damp. Depressing. All of these things and many more besides. Pulling her rain cape's hood back from over her helmet, Corin Autem let out a sigh and a curse as the thunder struck again, drowning out the sound of her voice and the footsteps of her squad. Depressing was right; hours into their excursion and she was already feeling like the future of the Empire rested squarely on her shoulders.

She knew that wasn't the case, knew that the Sith's so-called "corruption" of the planet was to blame. Corin didn't know how much she bought into that tale. The place had a history is all. A long, bloody history that the Hellhounds were about to become a part of.

Without turning to look back down the trail, she signalled for her squad to halt. The storm covered the nine Hellhounds as they went to ground, their matte black armour lost in the darkness and the intermittent flash of lightning. Up ahead, the entrance to a network of Sith-held tunnels waited. Four-foot wide, and ten-feet tall, the entrance -if you could even call it that- was hidden well in the rock face that rose above the jungle canopy sheltering their heads.

A lone light burned there. Off to its right, a lone sentry stood in the shadows of an overhang. Shrouded by darkness, but not well enough.

<<"Lena,">> Corin called up the newest member of her squad, <<"that one's yours. Make it quick. Keep it quiet.">> Leaving the strange Hellhound to her business, the Major pushed back down the trail to where the tenth were still steadily advancing. She passed two more deactivated mines as she went, her steps fast, self-assured.

Taking a knee at a bend in the path, the Hellhound opened a channel to Lilanna. <<"Lil, this is Corin. We've found it!">> Waiting for her comrade and partner to approach, Corin cast a glance back at the rest of the Ultranauts spread out along the trail. Not unlike her Hellhounds, the troopers advanced in good order, scanning the jungle around them for threats and signs of movement. Their experience was telling. Not many regiments had the reputation they did; in Corin's biased opinion, the tenth were as sharp as the day they had been forged. Sharper, even.

Sensing her girlfriend's mood, Corin kept close to Lilanna as she led the group up the track towards the cave entrance. "You doing okay?" She asked quietly, glancing sideways at the cyborg, worry hidden by her faceplate. "I... can feel your dislike for this place. No, no, that's wrong. Your hatred?"

 

[Lena Dracov]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Objective: Eliminate the targets
Equipment: Imperial "Hellhound" Combat Armour Mk. I | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | HH-38 "Geysa" Hybrid Pistol | KC-47 Hybrid Strike Rifle | Lucius-pattern Bayonet
Tag: Lilanna Kelamvor Corin Autem Scipio Kaarz Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

Dromund Kaas had never been a place of interest for Lena, she couldn’t explain it, but the world reeked of sadness, and longing. Longing for what, she didn’t know. The world has a dark past, and Lena pitied all who had been forced to endure it. Now it has to endure more. The storm above seemed to match the squad's mood, hopefully all this would pay off. She stole a glance at Corin in the front, she found her difficult to read, which in many ways worried her.

The Sith, the Eternal Empire, the Ashlan Crusade, whether they liked it or not, they had played a part in this world’s history. The Nightsisters of Dathomir kept themselves secluded from all for this very reason, greed. Whether for power or knowledge, though they were almost the same, greed tore apart civilisations. A strike of thunder brought her back to the present, a very depressing present.

Just then Corin signalled for the squad to halt, all of them obeying without hesitation.

<<"Lena,">> Corin called up the newest member of her squad, <<"that one's yours. Make it quick. Keep it quiet.">>

<<”Yes Ma’am.”>> As Corin moved to leave Lena scanned the surroundings of the sentry, the sentry would most likely notice her if she made her way to him on foot, and so she did the very thing she enjoyed most, Magick. Her gloved hands shone with a green mist, barely noticeable as she closed her eyes. Muttering a few words in her language, she disappeared, leaving a trail cloud of the very same mist she summoned.

As she opened her eyes she was quick to move, pulling out her bayonet and slitting the throat of the sentry before he could react. She scanned her surroundings, pleased to see she was right under the overhang with the now dead sentry. Quickly hiding the body somewhere it would be impossible to notice, she closed her eyes again, finding herself back where she began. <<”Target eliminated.”>> She said over the squads comm channel.

She stood there for minutes, ensuring there were no other signs of life in the area. Satisfied she moved towards their leader's position and awaited new orders. Todays going to be a good day.

 

[Rhiza Dural]

Location: In the atmosphere above Dromund Kaas
Objectives: hunt down Sith fire support
Tags: Open

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Personal Equipment

• Red bladed dual phase light saber
• Electro-whip
• Viper mk1 skinsuit
• Energy Bolas
• throwing shuriken

Starships

• Oubliette class transport
• HH-87 Starhopper

Piloting: Ballerina Interceptor mk ii

Rhiza Dural checked her scopes, two bogeys at 1 o'clock, distance 90 miles, heading toward the Eternal Empire theater. They didn't appear to have spotted her, she angled right and hit the engines, feeling herself rock back in her seat as the acceleration hit, Rhiza preferred to knock the dampener down a bit so she could feel the movement of the craft, not all the way though, that would be suicide in a fighter as nimble as this.

In no time at all, she was on top of her target, she flipped up the safety and opened fire with her laser cannons, they raked the Sith fighter and blew it apart in a shower of sparks. She rolled the craft slightly, avoiding the expanding debris field. Blowing past the remaining fighter at high speed and pulling her Ballerina up into a near vertical climb. The Sith fighter pulled up hard, attempting to match Rhiza's climb, it followed her vertically but her ship was faster and she pulled ahead, rolling left and right to avoid his blaster fire.

Cutting her engines she hit her yaw control hard, spinning 180° on her yaw axis. Her Ballerina was now flying backwards, vertically upwards under its own momentum. The enemy fighter began catching her as she lost vertical speed, only noticing at the last moment that she had spun and had him in her sights. As Rhiza reached the apex of her climb, she opened fire, shredding the nose and cockpit of the pursuing fighter, before beginning to fall without power, halfway down she hit the engines and pulled back horizontal, looking for more pray. Letting out a wail of excitement as she felt her body squash into the seat as she levelled out. Another bogey, ground target, a small convoy of armed jeeps. positions. "This is Rhiza of the Ashlan Crusade to ground forces in sector 33a, please designate targets for air support as necessary, preparing to strafe enemy convoy approaching your position."

 

[Kathrin Thyra]

Age of Empires
ENS Vikarion
20th Heavy Attack Line, Battlegroup Stygian
5x I-3A Lance Fighter Squadrons (60 Starfighters)
1x I-4V Dive Bomber Squadrons (8 Starfighters)
2x Styx-Class Assault Dropship (8 Dropships)
Commodore Kathrin Thyra
Equipment: Kathrin's Naval Uniform, HH-38 "Geysa" Hybrid Pistol

ESSTRAN SECTOR | HOLDING IN DROMUND SYSTEM
OBJECTIVE: Sit Still, Look Pretty
TAGS: Open

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Commodore Kathrin Thyra

As a junior flag officer, Kathrin wasn't usually privy to monumental events such as the one she finds herself orbiting. She understood the significance of the event and so did her crew, her job was to simply hold position and do nothing, a simple posting that she wasn't against yet she would've preferred to continue her patrol in the Spar Sector to keep her crew entertained, at the very least.

The bridge of the ENS Vikarion was bustling with activity, mostly with the crew making themselves look busy as there was little to do apart from scan, observe and manage resources, Kathrin observed from the bridge of the Star Destroyer, eyeing the ENS Crimson Empress and the large fleet that sat on the other side of the flagship. She turned to her communications officer, "Keep the communication channel open," she paused for a moment, "and have the starfighters prepared for close air support for the ground troops" Kathin ordered, followed by a quick response from the officer, "Ma'am."

With nothing more happening on the bridge, Kathrin swiftly retired to her ready room situated behind the bridge, weaving through the busy crew. Taking a seat in the dimly lit room she opened a channel to the Ultranaut detatchment stationed on the ship, "Major, have a Ghost-Trooper patrol prepared for departure planet-side," "Yes, Commodore" barked the Major, eager for some action.

As Kathrin sat in the ready room, reviewing reports coming in from the ships department officers, the door chimed, "Enter!" she called as her executive officer, Captain Röhr, entered the room, speaking in a crisp High Nelvaanian dialect:

"A report Commodore, the Empress, the Emperor of the New Imperial Order and the Prime Minister of the Ashlan Crusade have arrived on the ENS Crimson Empress along with a number of delegates, officials and planetary governors. We are currently still in formation with the Eternal Fleet however we have our I-3A Fighters and I-4V Bombers ready to deploy to assist those planet-side. The Ghost-Troopers you requested are preparing themselves currently and will be ready to depart shortly.."

"Good, have the dropships prepared also to provide reinforcements should the Ultranauts be needed for reinforcements.." Kathrin paused, pondering whether it would be appropriate to discuss their opinion of the meeting as asking would break the pattern of military culture they are so used to.

"Anything else, Ma'am?"

"No, Captain. Ensure the communication channels are open and that we hold position, if there are any issues or altercations, let me know." she responded, standing up from her seat to dismiss the Captain as he stood to attention before leaving the room.

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Alternate Location: Abandoned Sith ruin near southern Pole
Objectives: Get back to the Marzanna
Tags: open

Equipment:
Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Comm device
Blaster pistol
Rappelling line
FC-20 Speeder bike
Marzanna

...pain unlike anything she had ever felt before blew through her shoulder, shattering the top of her humerous and making her arm go limp and her finger splat open releasing her grip. It took all of her strength to roll off off of the side of the tower, she might survive the fall, she wouldn't survive another gunshot...

...The temperature drained out of her body and blood froze on her mangled shoulder as she landed in the thick snow with a thud...

...to all physical inspection, she was frozen in death.

She had been shot, through the shoulder, her arm was useless and she had lost blood, her body began to thaw, as her cryostasis power began to recede. The Mandalorian Vulcan Krayt had long since left, probably taking the treasure she sought with him. She finally dragged herself upright and back to her feet. Feeling like death warmed up, quite literally. Blood began to leak from her thawing arm so she had to think fast in case she bled out, she wrapped a yown piece of her cloak around it.

Nearby was a young man, scavenging in the debris of the fallen Tower. As she staggered over towards him, ankle broken perhaps, he spotted her and ran over "are you OK? Please, let me help you, I have supplies in my speeder."

Mairéad didn't say a word as he approached, the force told her what she had to do and she hated herself for it. She lunged at him grabbing him by the throat, the rage inside her pushing her forward. This time her despair did something different, something she had never experience before. Her body became a black hole, drawing the man's living force in to her, she felt it flowing through her arm and into her body as her saw the terror in his eyes. He knew his essence was being stolen but her was in her grip. Mairéad felt both cold and warmth at the same time as her damaged shoulder began to knit, it was enough to keep her alive, if still horribly wounded.

As the man screamed and his features became grey and cold, tears streamed down woman's face "I'm ...so..sorry" she managed to say as the last his essence left his body and his heart stopped. The whites of her eyes had turned completely black. Mairhead had given herself entirely to the darkness as instructed, but she had no choice, had she not followed its will, she would have perished in the snow.

 

[Domokos Gyula]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Objective: Eliminate Targets
Equipment: KC-M74S Designated Marksman Rifle | FS-18-UP2 Omega Phase Assault Rifle | Nelvaanian Longsword | Imperial "Hellhound" Combat Armour Mk. I | MP-042 "Skjöldr" Energy Shield
Tag: Corin Autem Lena Dracov Lilanna Kelamvor Scipio Kaarz Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

Slowly, Domokos took in a deep inhale.

The squad moved in perfect formation, an elite group of soldiers that knew their job and did it well. With Corin at the front, Domokos knew who to follow close to, his Marksman rifle in hand. In case he would need something more close quarters he had an assault rifle strapped to his back, but there wasn't a likelihood of that as of now. Besides, they had enough well-trained soldiers around, if he had to reposition to higher ground for a clear shot they could buy him time.

When they spotted a scout up ahead, Domokos paused, watching as Lena took the approach as per the order and killed the man - slitting his throat quickly and efficiently. Whatever Magik it was that she had used to move to him so silently, he was glad it was on their side. It had been his first interaction with some of the other Hellhounds in his squad, having come from the Psi-Corps division. Then again, what better way to get to know your Squad and their potential than to fight side by side on the battlefield?

As he awaited their next orders, he peeked down the scope of his Rifle, watching intently through the trees for any targets that would need to be eliminated. It seemed likely they would meet resistance, even with the heavy firepower they possessed. Hellhounds were a different approach to the Psi-Corps he had grown used to. Less subtlety, in a sense, and far more ruthlessness. At first he felt out of his depth, but his training had proven quickly effective, reminding him of his time growing up in Nelvaan. Using blades, practicing unarmed combat. The adrenaline of fighting, even when it wasn't a true battle.

When Lena came back to the squad, Domokos simply nodded to her from under his helmet, the armor hiding the small grin that spread across his face. "Remind me to never piss you off" he joked, quiet enough that only those close by would hear. It always felt important to keep morale high within the squad, even in missions. Then his visor fell to Corin, eyes glancing to her as they paused at a roadway, awaiting any orders they might have.

Watching cautiously through his scope, he focused ahead, waiting for their next move.