Skirmish Ambush on Eos || LAW vs Diarchy

[Tales From The Outer Rim]

The factory world of Eos, once a bustling hub of industrial might during the times of the ancient Confederacy, has long been dormant, its massive factories silent and shrouded in mystery. When the Outer Rim Development Corps dispatches a survey team to explore these ancient structures, they aim to uncover valuable technologies and resources that could benefit the galaxy. However, when all contact with the team is abruptly lost, concerns arise.

Fearing the worst, the League suspects that pirates or salvagers might have attacked the team. In response, they send a Ranger patrol, accompanied by a team of Jedi, to investigate the situation on Eos. Unbeknownst to them, a far more sinister force lurks in the shadows.

The Diarchy, a Dark Side sect, has claimed the factory world as a strategic base for their dark ambitions. Intent on utilizing the ancient Confederate technology to bolster their power, they are prepared to defend their newfound territory at any cost. As the League's forces arrive, they find themselves embroiled in a deadly skirmish against the Diarchy, facing not only well-armed troopers but also the remnants of long-forgotten war machines reactivated by the neo-Imperial legion.

Recommended for Rangers, Spacers, and independents
League Rangers and Spacer captains descend upon Eos’ primary droid foundry, where the Diarchy’s stormtroopers have dug in deep. Their numbers are bolstered by an increasing number of reawakened battle droids - the Dark Siders have activated the ancient foundries. Secure a landing zone, breach the factories, and shut down the Diarchy operation.

Recommended for Troopers and Imperials
Diarchy military forces have secured the droid factory on Eos, after eliminating the expeditionary group. Word was received of a larger retaliatory force approaching. Ensure the security of Diarchy assets utilizing any means necessary. The recently reactivated droid works will add support to your forces.

POTENTIAL THREATS: Standard-issue droids are fighting alongside the Diarchy, but not all of them are as compliant; a squadron of vicious commando droids have gone rogue and are wreaking havoc on both sides of the skirmish.

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Recommended for Jedi, Light Siders, and neutral Forcers
In the heart of the foundry, the Diarchy’s Dark Side leadership commands their forces and holds the facility in an iron grasp. While the League’s armed forces engage their storm troopers below, a team of Jedi and Light Siders face off against their Dark Side counterparts.

Recommended for Diarchy Sith and allied Dark Siders
The League of Autonomous Worlds’ Jedi forces are approaching the Diarchy leadership, believing their cause can triumph over the strength of the lords gathered here. Show these Jedi the folly of their ways.

POTENTIAL THREATS: Forgotten security systems have gone haywire during the attack, targeting both League and Diarchy forces indiscriminately. Autoturrets, laser fences, and Droidekas have deployed with reckless abandon throughout the foundry’s myriad control rooms and command centers.

 

[Darth Reign]

Location: Eos Droid Factory
Objective: Let the sparks fly

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Lord Reign analyzed the readouts in the control room of the droid factory. When he had received word from their advanced forces of the potential incursion and subsequent elimination thereof, he had raced back to the planet, aware of potential reprisal.

From the command center, the Dark Lord watched the enemy forces arrive, activating droids to bolster the Diarchy storm troopers and ground support already stationed in the factory. But now that was the least of his concerns. He had felt them before the tac readout had advised him… Jedi, and plenty of them.

Turning to the acolytes gathered with him, he said “these foolish Jedi have come to avenge their fallen allies, they believe they stand a chance against the power of the Diarchy, show them how wrong they are”
Leading from the front, Reign removed his outer robe and ignited his crimson blade, the red light from his blade making the gold accents and ancient Sith symbols on his robe appear to dance. The black and gold hilt shining in his hands.

Stepping foot out of the control center, the Dark Lord encountered a group of Droidekas, when they wouldn’t stand down Reign yelled “Destroyer droids! Take them down!” batting bolts at the shielded menaces.

 

[Pal Veda]

OBJECTIVE I
Droid Factory
Ally Tags: Sor-Jan Skywalker
Enemy Tags: Darth Reign

The Rubicon was the finest ship in the galaxy. Pal Veda would stand by that to the death. So when they called in the cavalry to head to Eos, the Captain gathered a team in the souped up YT-2400 and punched the hyperdrive.

Now he was barreling toward the volcanic world, sensors lighting up as soon as he broke through the upper atmosphere. “Take out those ground defenses!” he barked over the comms to the men on the guns. The heavy dual laser cannon turrets roared to life, raining down on the anti-air weapons from above. Pal cut back and forth, sometimes turning the disc-shaped vessel completely vertical, avoiding incoming missiles to prevent his shields from overloading. “There!” he yelled to no one but himself, forgetting the co-pilot’s chair was currently empty.

With a clear landing zone in sight, Pal engaged the targeting computer and flipped the switch covering the red button on his controls. “Torpedoes away!” Two concussion missiles rocketed toward the surface, instantly destroying the ground cannons guarding the platform. His gunners weren’t doing too bad either, clearing the second layer of defenses for their approach. And of course the Rubicon wasn’t alone, with other modified freighters and fighters speeding toward the same destination, looking for their own touch down spots.

The adrenaline fueled descent seemed like an eternity, but took only a couple of minutes in reality. Pal brought the YT-2400 down gingerly onto the platform and immediately lowered the landing ramp. They were right outside the entrance of the main droid factory, where the real fight was waiting.

Pal flipped some switches and engaged the shutdown sequence, then turned on the shields and automated defenses. “BB!” He called, looking around for his astromech.

Whirrr! Beep Beep! The droid came rolling in, cursing in binary as always.

”You’re coming with us.” He grabbed his small pack of thermals and extra slugs and slung it over his shoulder. “We don’t know what we’re up against, and you know I can’t slice for bantha poodoo.”

Beep beep! BB was obviously excited for a little danger. Droids obviously didn’t understand death.

Pal led the astromech out of the cockpit and into the galley, where the crew of bounty hunters and mercs were already departing. He grabbed his shotgun hanging from the wall and headed out with them.

“Nice shooting, kid,” he commented to Sor-Jan Skywalker , a new recruit that had volunteered to man the cannons on entry. “I hope you’re as good with a blaster.”

 

[Darth Rellik]

LOCATION: EOS Droid Factory
OBJECTIVE: Number 2

Rellik was on the lower levels of the EOS factory listening to alarming news from his litigation droid that was overviewing droid production. "My Lord several of the droids we have produced are not listening to the functions we are designating for them. Several of the B-2 series droids we have tasked with moving heavy materials around have outright not performed the task. Including this my Lord we have had B-2 droid go rogue and attack several troopers. Luckily its armaments were not active at the time as we had it performing menial labor. Attacking with his chassis alone." The droid stated in his usual promptness.

"Thank you Onyx, I will be taking this information directly to Darth Reign . On his command alone re-active the droids to military standards. See to it that production does not cease, I do not see these problems alone as things we can not solve." Knowing there had already been a Corp of people sent to the planet that the Diarchy had disposed of Rellik could not see stopping production to fix this issue in case more arrived. With that he began to head to the main control of the plant.

After arriving at the heart of the factory he met with the other head of the Diarchy who was guiding new acolytes. Informing him of the information his droid had delivered Rellik sat with a few of the pupils while they studied.

It was at this moment both brothers of the Diarchy felt a disturbance. Jedi, with that Alarms began to blare as the tac readout began to inform them of ships arriving in their space. Listening to his brothers rally cry for the acolytes and the activation of the droids to bolster the forces, he watched as they walked out, only to be met by malfunctioning droids.

With that the Dark Lord tapped into the force rushing in front of some of their acolytes to protect them with his Sorezu fighting form. Showing that he valued the lives of these men in a way untypical of most Sith.

The fighting had begun.

Darth Reign

 

[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

Tags: Pal Veda | OPEN
Objective 1: Means of Production
Location: Droid factory, Eos

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From the moment they went into hyperspace right up until Pal Veda walked into the Rubicon’s galley, Sor-Jan’s heart had been pounding inside his chest. He was wide-eyed and still trying to catch his breath as he nodded his thanks to Pal.

Sor-Jan was up on his feet quickly, and he patted his holdout pistol in its holster. It was an antique to most, but Sor-Jan found it himself and put in many hours bringing the ancient blaster up to par with most standard weapons of 900 ABY.

“I’m right behind you, Captain,” the boy said. He wasn’t sure yet just how formal these Spacer types were. It seemed to vary from person to person, which Sor-Jan both respected but also found confusing. Nomenclature aside, he was ready, and when the Rubi’s landing ramp came down, Sor-Jan was right beside Pal and the other mercs.

Spacer forces, which he learned were called Rangers, were engaged with a mix of Imperials and ancient battle droids. A few stray blaster bolts sizzled in the air overhead, sending Sor-Jan to his knees behind a pile of rubble and tarnished factory equipment. They weren’t in the direct line of fire yet, but that didn’t mean they were safe, either.

“What’s the plan?” Sor-Jan asked loudly, projecting his voice over the sound of battle.

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[Pal Veda]

OBJECTIVE I
Droid Factory
Ally Tags: Sor-Jan Skywalker
Enemy Tags: Darth Reign Darth Rellik

“The plan?” Pal laughed a bit before taking a shot at one of the old battle droids, the slug blowing through its midsection and knocking it to the ground. Immediate return fire sent him crouching behind cover like his young colleague. “Short term — we need to get through those doors,” he pointed in the general direction of main entrance, although truthfully he couldn’t see it from his current vantage point. “Long term — stay alive long enough to get back off this rock the same way we came in once the job is done, eh?”

Leaving it at that, Pal popped back up and sent another round down range, taking out a second droid. Moving forward with the others, he took off toward the next barrier, slinging his shotgun over his shoulder and drawing his blaster pistol instead. Faster shots, and save the heavier ammo for inside the factory. Plus, he loved the sound.

Pew! Pew! Pew! Just like a space cowboy.

Pal slid to a stop against an abandoned piece of durasteel sheeting and pressed his back against it as BB rolled to join him. Lasers zoomed by overhead, but they were fairly protected here. “Gotta move, kid!” he called back, encouraging Sor-Jan Skywalker to follow. He turned around and rose, firing as soon as the barrel cleared the piece of metal. Pew! Pew! Another battle droid dropped, and he noticed the spacers, bounty hunters, and mercs around him were dealing out decent damage, as well. At least to the droids. The Imperials seemed to be smartly using them as a shield, protecting the sentient lives with a wall of mass-produced mechanical killing machines.

“Keep pushing!” He yelled to nobody in particular, a rallying cry to the troops. Command was loose here, but he figured he had as much experience as anyone, probably more when it came to leading an assault. Perhaps the Captain title earned him a little respect.

Another hundred and fifty meters or so separated them from the first checkpoint. But these kriffin’ battle droids were relentless!

 

[Cailen Corso]

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Tags:

[LAW] Efret Farr ​

[DIARCHY] Darth Reign | Darth Rellik ​

Objective 2: Let the Sparks Fly
Location: EOS

The hull of the Ember rattled as it broke through Eos' atmosphere and closed in on droid foundry. Anti-air guns shook the freighter, but Cailen's hands were stead on the yoke. He knew just how to fly the Ember, having not only rebuilt it himself but also piloting in in half a dozen missions with Master Noble.

"On your left!" he called out as a pair of newly activated Hyena droids flew toward their ship. He left them for Efret Farr to blast down and instead focused on putting the Ember through a lazy spin that would confuse the ancient droids. Luckily, their landing zone wasn't among the more treacherous areas surrounding the foundry. Other teams had it much worse on the way down, and some knew they wouldn't see the surface of Eos alive. But the mission was the same for everyone, regardless of the risk: stop the Diarchy from festering in LAW space.

"I can see the LZ," Cailen said. Through the heavy fog of battle, he spotted the large, suspended platform where the League Rangers had designated him to land. After a few more defensive maneuvers and several Hyenas destroyed by the Ember's autoturret, Cailen set the ship down with a scraping thud. He winced and gave Efret an apologetic shrug. <"Got us here.">

That was all they asked of him, after all - that he get them onto Eos. Nobody said they landing had to be pretty. Cailen would assess the damage, if any, later. For now, they had to get inside. The cyan blade of Cailen's lightsaber jolted to life with thin arcs of energy jolting up the body of the plasma blade. Behind him in his off hand, he ignited his new shoto saber. Its purple glow roared like a tempest, a signature trait of kyber crystals collected on Hurikane.

Cailen was a new student of the Jar'Kai form, but he managed pretty well with blaster deflection. The black duraplast of the Diarchy forces shed sparks as the Padawan returned their blaster fire with his lightsabers, killing a pair of stormtroopers to cover Master Farr. The Imperials were coming from an open entrance into the main facility at the other end of the landing platform. Between the door and Jedi were over two dozen troopers, scattered debris, and stacks of rusted Confederate cargo crates left over from the centuries-old Clone Wars conflict.

"That must be the control center!" Cailen shouted over the rain of blaster bolts.

He pointed to it, signing for Efret, <"There!">

 

[Efret Farr]

OBJECTIVE: Let the Sparks Fly

<"Got us here.">

"That you did," Efret agreed before unbuckling from the copilot's seat and standing to follow Cailen through the freighter and down the extended loading ramp. "I'm grateful, but we should work to improve your landing—"

It wasn't clear if the vocoder was drowned out by blasterfire or if Efret's thought had been interrupted as she stopped signing and instead rose her hands to call on the Force. Unlike the padawan not too far from her, she didn't bother deflecting the blaster bolts leveled at her; she had never been very good at that particular skill. What she was adept at, however, was raising a Force barrier to absorb the incoming energies.

With a flick of one wrist, the other holding the barrier steady, some of the scattered debris lashed in an upwards diagonal across a stormtrooper's leg. It knocked him to a kneeled position on the ground. The debris, floating in the air like a snake, made a second pass and stuck the man hard across the front of his sun bonnet. His body clattered to the ground.

Efret glanced over at Cailen when he signed, looked in the indicated direction, and nodded. The debris dropped as she signed back with one hand. "Yes. I see it." She looked back at him. "Their blaster models have safety switches. I can activate them all at once if I have time to focus. Stay there. Keep deflecting, and get ready to charge." With that, she rushed over to a stack of supply crates and crouched behind it. She lay her back up against the rusted durasteel, closed her eyes, and tried to concentrate.

It didn't happen all at once, but it soon began to. One by one, blasters began to stop firing. The safety was the last think the troopers would think to check, but how long would that give the Jedi?

Efret reached for her saber, equal parts physical and through the Force. The durasteel hilt's grip wrapped with leather strips unhooked itself from her belt and met her hand halfway. The length of thin fibercord attached to the lightsaber's o-ring made a quiet whirl as it extended out.

Now would be the first time she had ignited her weapon against another since she realized the affect that her journey to Spintir had had on her kyber crystal. It had begun to bleed ever so slightly which had turned the yellow blade a rusty orange, seemingly having succumbed to the Darkness that she had encountered: first, in the Caves and then in the former Sith lord that had saved her from herself. However, the change it had undergone was limited to its color. Its emotions and affiliation were stable after the small lapse, or at least they seemed so to the Master insofar as she had tested them. She had only tested them in a mediation room and a sparring arena by herself. Battle against the Dark side here would be a truer examination.

But she was sure that it, like herself and Cailen, was determined continue to serve the Light today and all days after.

Perhaps in time she could bring the blade's hue back to its original state. Perhaps, instead, this stain was meant to stay—to teach her something. Even Masters sometimes needed a master.

She put the open palm of her free hand in front of her on the ground as a brace with which to push herself up. In a smooth continuation of movement, she ran around the corner of the crate and Force pushed the head of the nearest stormtrooper into the side of the crates.

Only then did she ignite her saber, passing by her second deeply unconscious body.

She'd kill if she had to, but not until then.

Cailen Corso
Darth Reign Darth Rellik​

 

[Darth Reign]

Having dealt with the destroyer droids, Reign pressed onward, the halls of the command center were winding, and he passed by many an unfriendly droid and auto turret. Of the five acolytes he had with him, he had lost two to the bases haywire defenses. This had enraged the Sith Lord as the acolytes he had gained were hard to come by, due to the competing philosophies of the Sith.

As he stalked through the hallways, he heard the comms chatter of the Stormtroopers outside, cool and disciplined even in the face of danger, but they were losing. One comment stuck out to the Diarch.. "We've got Jedi, two of them on the landing platform approaching the control center!" this had brought a smile, he had been eager to test his training against more Jedi.

"Sergeant, hold on for as long as you can, I'm on my way" Reign spoke into his comm unit. Motioning for the acolytes to follow, he rushed toward the entryway of the facility. Reign valued the lives of his men as well, if he could get there before his men were killed, he would do his best to save them.

A group of ancient B1 battle droids halted him in the hallway as he rounded the corner towards the entrance. Enraged, the Dark Lord reached out and crushed the first in the line with the force. Drawing his blade to combat the remainder of the battle group, he stepped in front of the remaining acolytes, loathe to lose any more. Batting bolts back

Cailen Corso Efret Farr Darth Rellik

 

[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

Tags: Pal Veda | OPEN
Objective 1: Means of Production
Location: Droid factory, Eos

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Sor-Jan stayed low behind cover, putting only his blaster hand over the top to return fire at the battle droids. If he hit any of them, he wouldn't know it. Pal's lack of a plan wasn't as distressing for the boy as it might have been for the armed forces of the Core. He learned young that the best plan is no plan. It did help, however, to know that Pal and the rest of the spacers beside him were aiming for the main blast doors. Equally nice to know was that Pal intended to escape alive. That boded well for Sor-Jan.

He waited for Pal to stand and fire down the droids' ranks before dipping out from his hiding place and rushing to meet the captain. The droids were relentless in their advance, but Pal's shots suppressed them enough to give Sor-Jan a decent window. He slid behind a pile of crates a few meters behind the captain's right flank. "We need to clear out these clankers!" he called out.

Sor-Jan looked around for anything better than his blaster. Nearby, a pair of Diarchy troopers lay still, blaster burns still smoking on their duraplast chest plates. Each of them had a blaster rifle on the ground nearby, only a bit better than his pistol, but one of them had an excellent prize attacked to his utility belt: a single thermal imploder.

"Captain Veda!" Sor-Jan called. He pointed to the trooper, hoping the spacer could see the grenade. "Cover me! I can reach that imploder!"

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[Pal Veda]

OBJECTIVE I
Droid Factory
Ally Tags: Sor-Jan Skywalker

"We need to clear out these clankers!" Sor-Jan called out from nearby, barely audible over the chaotic noise of the battle around them.

Well, yeah. Wasn’t that obvious? Then he saw what his junior accomplice had in mind. ”Not bad,” he said under his breath, before turning back to Sor-Jan and nodding in acknowledgment. “On my mark!”

One, two, go! Pal rose, blaster blazing, firing into the nearest contingent of enemy troops. One fell as the others hunkered, taking a second to regroup before daring to pull a similar maneuver themselves. He didn’t take his eyes off the targets to check on whether the small scoundrel had made his way to his prize on the downed Diarchy soldier. If he had any sense, Sor-Jan would grab one of those blaster rifles, too.

Pew! Pew! Pew! Unfortunately he didn’t make further contact with the troops, remaining bolts absorbed by durasteel scrap after the first man took fatal shot to the chest.

As expected, the crew under fire quickly realized it was five, maybe six, against one, and gathered enough courage to spring back into action. A few wild shots, then one way too close of a call sent Pal back down behind the barrier. Thank Yoda for his ORO Spacer’s Jacket. A little carbon scoring, but it absorbed a bolt that might have otherwise rendered his left arm unusable with just a sting.

Safe from the immediate threat, he finally checked in on Sor-Jan. “Get it?”

 

[Darth Rellik]

OBJECTIVE 2
Location - Factory Transfer Station

Reports are flooding in, a valiant push to the main blast doors. Jedi centralizing to the Control Center. To Lord Rellik it appears this battle is on the back foot. The Diarchy needs to get some of its valuables and personnel off of this planet and quickly. There would be no doubt some enemy ships left in orbit but the Diarchy's fleet had become quite commendable by now.

As Rellik arrived at the transfer station he called in to the head Admiral of the Diarchy navy: "Come back to Eos, we have a dire situation. We must begin evacuation protocols and establish a defensive line. We do not know if the lighter hearted Jedi among the battle will try to chase our fleeing shipping containers and troop transports but there are pirate bands here. Who knows where their morality stands when free goods come into play." With that Rellik personally oversaw the beginning of the transfer process, starting with the recently set up Sith Library and teachings of the Diarchys father. Being forced to divert some troopers and remaining battle droids to the task felt like a disservice but the Dark Lord had many artifacts he did not want to fall into enemy hands.

The battle was raging on and only becoming more tenuous by the moment. Once the invaluable items had been secured it would be up to his litigation droid to oversee this process while he returned to fight by his brothers side.

The establishment of new droids itself would be un-manned unless another member of the Diarchy itself could handle it. Leaving the process and new droid troopers to utter chaos on that level.

Such a waste of great potential on this planet. The Dark Lord in a fervor listened over the comms. Reign was heading to fight the Jedi at the Control Center with his acolytes. Together they would be a great challenge for any who enter. Was this truly the best way to handle this siege? Maybe there were some tricks he could commit to, rigging the factory itself to implode? Possible with navy surplus maybe.

With a roar: "HHHHHRRREREEEEEEAAAHHHHH, Next time I will have the entire base rigged with explosives long before a battle begins. for now there is nothing that can be done but hopefully draw some blood on our attackers." With his frustration let out the Dark Lord speedily made his way back to the Control Center. Feeling as though he is no position to trick his way to victory here.

 

[Cailen Corso]

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Tags:

[LAW] Efret Farr ​

[DIARCHY] Darth Reign | Darth Rellik ​

Objective 2: Let the Sparks Fly
Location: EOS

Cailen wasn't as averse to killing the troopers as Efret Farr was, but he wasn't bloodthirsty either by any means. He rationalized that if the Imperials shot at him first and he deflected the bolts back, it was their fault for firing in the first place... and their fault again for not dodging the laser when it was returned. Luckily, there was a sudden shortage of incoming bolts altogether after Master Farr's impressive maneuver. It wouldn't take the Diarchy soldiers long to realize what had happened, though, so he took advantage of the moment.

Moving quickly, Cailen dashed from behind cover and ran toward the nearest trooper. He dropped into a powerful slide-kick that made contact with the man's ankle, sending the soldier flying forward while the Padawan slid past. Cailen got to his feet again quickly, just in time to deflect a laser bolt back to sender.

Ahead, the troopers were beginning to switch their blasters back on. They were firing again down the lane, striking the rogue battle droids and League Rangers indiscriminately. Cailen looked off in the distance to see much the same on distant landing platforms; all around the foundry, Rangers and stormtroopers were clashing with battle droids resisting both sides.

A stray blaster shot striking the Padawan’s pauldron snapped him back into focus.

Cailen pushed forward to a stack of crates just a few meters ahead of Efret and tucked in behind them. He turned to face her, speaking aloud as he signed. <“Protect-you. Run… door.”> The boy was admittedly green when it came to speaking with his hands, but just like every other task set before him, Cailen was eager to learn.

“I can do this,” he muttered to himself as he spun forward. Whenever Efret was ready, he’d jump over the crates and draw their fire, dropping as many as he could with deflection as he backpedaled began his Master.

 

[Kaleleon]

Objective 2: Let the Sparks Fly.
Law Tags: Cailen Corso Efret Farr
Diarchy Tags: Darth Reign Darth Rellik
Equipment: Armor, Shield, Lightsaber, Pistol, Utility Knife,

The screaming engines of the Nightsinger echoed in the cockpit. Racing through the skies at blinding speeds. While at the current moment the ship was being used as an extremely fast drop ship for one, its high pitched roar would grow all the louder as I pushed the throttle to the max. The turbulance attacking the ship was not due to the natural weather of the planet, but was the ships increasing effort to beat the sky into submission with its speed and superiority.

The Holo-map that was being projected upwards in front of my face showed of nearing extremely quickly where this Droid factory would be located at. Throwing the controls over to E7, his chirps from the top of the ship as now he got to control the personal interceptor. A quick replacement of the headset with the helmet of the armor, The canopy slid backwards with the wind forces. Slowing down just enough to not send myself flying into the ground, I vaulted my body over the cockpit to drop from it.

Skydiving downwards, the wind whipping through and past my body. Left hand quickly reaching downwards to my utility belt. Grabbing the arisol grenade, and dropping it after pulling the pin. It would reach the target landing zone before I would. The other reaching for the Gel-packs. and switching hands before activating the Anti-grav within the utility belt. Slowing my descent from a blistering terminal velocity, to a mere fall. Slamming down onto the roof of the facility. The paneling was strong enough to support the impact, but it clearly dented in from where I had landed. What saved my bacon was the application of Inertia. An ability that directly messed with the momentum and inertia of an object or person. In this case, greatly reducing what impact would be imparted onto myself from the sudden stop.

"Another Happy landing."

Mostly talking to myself, I was kind of surprised at myself. Being that this was the first time I had landed without crashing or severely injuring myself in the process. Which was all good for me. The droid forces, and the more imperial troopers would clearly have heard the landing. Their presence would be coming soon. Drawing my saber, its flame roared to life in its brilliant light. The tip of the weapon piercing through the rooftop and cutting a hole through it. The man-hole fell down and happened to land on some droids. A shrug from my shoulders as though it was planned.

Dropping down, I was met with a host of droids and troopers that were hoping to fortify the openings and front lines of the fight.

"Well, Hello there!"

The voice broke out over the hall as the saber was thrown swifly in the direction of a couple droids. Cutting through two of them that were in a line. This gave me just enough time to draw a physical shield out from behind my back. Immediately using it to defend the sudden onslaught of blaster fire sent my direction. The saber flying through the distance back into my hand. Slapping into the glove, I wasted no time in leaping forward. Slamming the shield into the first droid, and closing the distance to another to cleave its frame in half. A quick spin around to face those who were only just starting to realize the combat was not at the front lines, but right here, right now.

The shield thrown with physical might to slam into the chest of one man. Hitting center mass, but closer to his side. Likely breaking his supporting arm for the rifle he had leveled at me. It landed hard onto the ground before I withdrew my saber into a Soresu defensive stance. using the flat of the broad-sword styled saber to deflect bolts back at my attackers. My left hand reaching out and grabbing a hold of the shield through Telekinesis to be thrown of its own command. Whipping through the troopers until the blaster fire stopped.

A smaller group headed for the front lines to support those who were being taken out by others. As I started to walk in that direction, one of their radios burst to life.

"Sargent, Hold on for as long as you can, I'm on my way."

A smile crept on my face. It looked like the Diarchy Sith leadership was here to some degree. Reaching down, I grabbed the com unit and attached it to my belt. Shutting the lightsaber off as the shield closed the distance back to my left arm. Attaching to the bracer portion of the armor I wore.

"Looks like a fight is brewing."

 

[Efret Farr]

OBJECTIVE: Let the Sparks Fly

In the time Efret had bought herself and Cailen, she managed to take down two more troopers with Telekinesis of various nearby debris again but, when her trick with the safety switches was found out and reversed, she hunkered back down behind another stack of crates.

She chose to believe him. Though she saw Cailen's great potential clear as day in the desert, she also had gotten an idea first-hand of just how broken he was in the short time she had known him. But he seemed to be drawing mostly off his martial abilities right now rather than the Force directly. That imparted in her a confidence that would see her to the first control center.

As she darted towards the door, she called on the Force to open it. She ran into the room, physically catching herself on the doorframe to swing herself to a stop on one side of it. Her hand hovered over the door's control panel long enough for the padawan to clear the door as well, then her palm slammed on the button that closed the door. Before turning away, she hit another that sealed it.

"Are you alright?" she asked Cailen, but before he could answer, she pulled him into a quick hug.

srysrysry
Cailen Corso Kaleleon
Darth Reign Darth Rellik​

 

[Darth Reign]

Darth Reign had reached the inner door of the entrance vestibule. He could feel the Jedi on the other side of the large blast doors. A master and an apprentice if his senses could be trusted.

“Stay behind me, and out of sight for the time being, this is beyond you” he said to his remaining three acolytes. They had only recently begun their journey with the Diarchy, and he doubted their ability to stand to the Jedi.

Using the force to press the button to open the large blast doors, Reign stood in the center of the doorway as they opened.

Then he spied them, two Jedi, a master and an apprentice. As he had expected, they stood in the inner vestibule of the command center.

Without a word, he removed his outer robe, unclipped his lightsaber, and lit the crimson blade. Adopting his form V ready stance.

Cailen Corso Kaleleon Efret Farr Darth Rellik

 

[Darth Rellik]

Reports were flooding in at a rapid pace. Two Jedi approaching the Control Center, another coming in from the top floor. A valiant push to the central blast doors from the vagabonds. Too many places for the two Lords of the Diarchy to be at once. The question now is how to mitigate the damage and try to salvage the facility from this assault.

How can we solve this crisis. The variables were coming in at a pace we would not be able to keep up with without the other members of the Diarchy. All whom seem to be on their own journeys at the moment. The new acolytes wont be able to do much until we get them properly trained.

He called his personal bodyguard over his holo Varis Oakertain - who appeared to be down in the barracks organizing recourses to be removed from the base.

"Varis, I need you to start directing the troopers over supply evacuation. The heads of our military are overseeing off world operations promoting security on our other new worlds while we are here."

he began to break down the situation to his compatriot

"The Jedi will have certain directives. We must cut off the heads of the assault. They will be the strike forces, special operatives going directly for objectives while the main battle happens towards the center line. Do not become involved directly with combat, only oversee the operation. I want to ensure our Captains know we need all the men we can spare to evacuate. This is not the final battle of the Diarchy but one I do not foresee us winning. To be clear, gather the troopers and begin the fallout process. I trust your capabilities to be able to do this from the shadows."

With that he ended the call with Varis.

"I can sense Reign approaching enemies. His energy rising in anticipation for a fight. Knowing my brother they must be some of the Jedi. I must search myself and find the others. I can sense the Jedi on the top floor butchering our men with ease. I must move directly to take on this threat or even more of our men will not survive this day."

Re-directing his course Lord Rellik moved to the elevators on his current floor. The thrill of battle filling his soul.

Darth Reign Kaleleon Efret Farr Cailen Corso

 

[Varis Oakertain]

OBJECTIVE 1 - Means of Production

Originally stalking the docking bay, Varis was watching to ensure the safe transportation of materials off world after his Lord commanded it be done.

Wearing a Diarchy uniform to fit in, along with a special pendant personally given by Lord Rellik to show his status, he moved through the upper rafters of the bay. The foolish apathetic lower level peons going about the evacuation as if it were a drill disgusted Varis. No sense of urgency the second the Sith left the room. So be it, he will do it himself.

Lowering down to the floor of the facility with his Whipcord Launcher Varis began barking commands at the slackers of the crew. Giving a classical imperial drill instructor impression. "DO YOU WANT TO DIE YOU WOMP RAT, YOU REALIZE WE ARE UNDER ATTACK DON'T YOU. IF I SEE YOU SLACKING AGAIN I WILL MAKE AN EXAMPLE OUT OF YOU PERSONALLY. YOU BELIEVE SINCE ALL OF THE CAPTAINS ARE AT THE FRONT THAT YOU CAN'T DIE TODAY?!"

As the majority of supplies seemed to be aboard the ship Varis decided it is time to start removing military equipment. The men at the front should have what they need and Varis would leave enough behind to fight for a whole day.

Shifting to the barracks Varis walked in to see large amounts of supply still left. More than enough for a prolonged battle if this were to be one. Gathering some peons he began to sift through weaponry and armor until suddenly his lord called him on his communicator. Darth Rellik

Having received new instructions Varis barked again at the lower level workers to have them believe he would be watching from the shadows.

Grabbing several grenades and magazines for his F-11D he left to find the various Captains of the Diarchy. Hoping to ensure the droids were the ones sacrificing themselves today.

Darth Rellik Pal Veda Sor-Jan Skywalker

 

[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

Tags:

[LAW] Pal Veda ​

[DIARCHY] Varis Oakertain ​

Objective 1: Means of Production
Location: Droid factory, Eos

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On Pal’s mark, Sor-Jan bolted from cover and ran straight for the fallen stormtrooper. He fumbled with the grenade at first, struggling to free it from the belt. A blaster bold singed the air by his head, making his ear sting painfully. Sor-Jan’s hands were shaking now, but he finally yanked his prize away from the corpse. He scrambled on his hands and knees to the closest scrap pile, stopping along the way for only a brief second to grab the trooper’s blaster as well.

Once he was safely tucked away, sitting on his bottom with his knees pulled up to his chest, he waved back to Pal Veda with a mischievous smile. “Got it!” the boy shouted. Then he raised the F-11D for the captain to see. The white blaster was scuffed and dirty from use in the field, and even though it wasn’t a large gun, it looked like a long-rifle in his hand. Examining it, Sor-Jan might have noticed the deep crack that ran down the barrel of the blaster, but he was too occupied with priming the thermal detonator to notice.

“Okay, here we go,” he said, trying to talk himself up. He counted down from three, then pressed the red primer and lobbed the explosive over handed into the oncoming legion of battle droids.

There was a brief moment of continued marching and shooting before a loud BOOM shook the platform. The smell of scorched metal and burning droid fluid filled the air.

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