Angler for an Empire | TSE Dominion of Arrakan/Feriae Junction

[Darth Morrow]

Objective II: Junction - Tear down the fortress
Location: New Juntion, approaching Military Fortification

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The Black Rose was in position, blasters at the ready as hundreds dead lay in their path of conquering. After all, they were trained for two purposes only, containment, and slaughter. With the forces blocking their way dead or in the process of dying, legionnaires set the explosives along the rear wall, standing clear a loud voice could be heard.

"Ready, detonate!"

BOOM

A loud explosion rang out across the city, dust filling the air as the real walls of the fortress collapsed and forces began to move in and started mowing down its defenses. On their own end many soldiers fell at the hands of the brilliant defenses in place, though not enough to make them retreat; nothing was enough for that. As seconds passed the front gate would be ripped from its hinges, thrown to the side like scrap as forces began moving in from the front to complete the flank.

"I want every man and woman in this fortress to bleed, leave no one standing; they are nothing but a mockery to our power. Something to be snuffed out before it can spread." Darth Morrows voice came over the communicators once more, those standing by her followed after the Imperial forces poured in through the entry.

Stepping forth the woman grabbed a fallen Mandalorian, looking up to the levels above few peered over with blasters in hand. Extending her power through the force the man was launched up like a rag doll, hitting three and knocking them over the ledge to the bottom floor, blood spattering against the concrete as the sounds of their armor colliding with ground and bones shattering filled the quiet of a moment before blaster fire resumed.

Twirling her staff in hand she waited, like a hunter stalking prey, who would be the next to step up.

[member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Mlow Eman'outther"] | [member="Bastian Briareos"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

 

[Mlow Eman'outther]

Objective 2: Secure New Junction
Location: New Junction
Allies: Sith Forces
Theme? Sabaton - Ruina Imperii

The push up to the walls was one of struggle, the blaster fire, which was not shy of letting the Sith-Imperials know it was there, and that it knew they were there, was much louder. More of an orchestra now, much more of a full choir, the notes it sung not reaching high into the air with it's bombastic display, the rank and file of the endless nameless falling to the firing patterns of the Mandalorians, sending Mlow delving into the nearest section of collapsed concrete to use as cover. The emplacements of troopers raged, and for a second, the Legionary thought they would need to request some form of air support, or anything of the sort, as the oppressive nature of the Mandalorians defenses were doing their job well. However, as the Sith always have, they would overcome.

The call of the explosion, distant, yet all encompassing, filled the trooper through his entire form. He felt the vibrations shake through his boots and jostle his helmet, just as planned. The rear-forces were the key here, and he was aware of that just as much as anyone. Being pushed from both sides, trapped inside of their own fortress, the heim of these Mandalorians would become their doom. There was no way out, and Mlow knew that was how the Mandalorians preferred it, they would rather die standing with a blaster than suffer giving themselves up to the enemy. It was a view that Mlow understood, sympathized with even, but one that he wished could be tossed aside. The Mandalorians would burn themselves before the Sith had a chance.

The gate, however, would still be a problem, Mlow wasn't qui-...

The shifting of steel, crumpling of the great barrier, and seeing it so casually tossed aside by unseen forces was nearly stunning to Mlow, he had to take a moment as he peaked over the cover, ducking nearly comically as bolts slammed here and there, dancing around him but too afraid to lull him into a proper waltz. This would be their fall, the Magics of the Sith, the boots of the Legion, and the all encompassing power of the Sith Empire.

He couldn't think of a worse way to go.

Mlow lifted himself up from cover again, not bothering to check who remained in his squad, it mattered very little at this rate. They were faceless callsigns to him at this rate, if they fell, he hoped they would be found by some Medical crew, but if the Mandalorians were allowed to take the initiative, those injured were as good as dead already. He vaulted his cover, slapping his Autokrator into pulse-fire mode, pressing forward with what remained of the Imperial Forces, meeting the Mandalorian resistance headon.

He was unlucky, passing just beyond the veil, into the fortress, just a step beyond, a solider was laying in wait, just beyond the corner. He pounced onto the Legionary, bringing him to the ground, Mlow caught flashes through his hud, hand and limbs awkwardly clambering together as the Autokrator was forced from his grip, slammed into the dirt above the solider, once, twice, breaking the man's grip and forcing him to let go. Plasteel on plasteel was an awful sound, and the armored hand of the Mandalorian kept pressing onto the front of the Legionary's helmet, slipping against the plate over and over, trying to hold the Kudon still as Mlow twisted and fitted against the man, the Mandalorian's other hand trying to wretch back over and over, a vibro-knife clutched in it. Desperate grasps, ineffectual shoves of the arm with the Kudon's left arm, was all that kept the Mandalorian from managing to bring it back far enough to bring down a death-blow. The Legionary's head suddenly was forced, hard, to snap to the side, the cheek of the man's helmet against the dirt. Where was the Autokrator? Where-

The Mandalorian formed a fist, knuckle-duster style around the grip of the knife, fighting past the Kudon's grip, slamming plated-knuckles into the side of the helmet. Everything went distant, blurry, something, somewhere, snapped. He couldn't tell if it was him or the armor, he lagged, his head lurring to look up to the sky. Seeing the glint of the Mandalorian, bringing the blade up, his other hand finally slipping off the Legionary to the dirt next to him, the Kudon felt everything at once. Split second recognition, not snapping back to reality, no finesse to the movement, but a hand desperately clambering at his side. Something, something metal, pistol grip. Slipping from it's holster, the SIF-57 handblaster barely managed out of it, the barrel pressed against the stomach of the Mando, the trigger was pulled, once, twice, three times, the Kudon didn't even register the flashes of red, the Mandalorian seizing, or the form slumping off to the side.

A moment passed, maybe two, and the Kudon slowly brought himself back to stand, his rifle misplaced, blaster-pistol in hand. He would make-do.

Combat was awkward, uncomfortable, violence felt unnatural as a rule.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKT7VhK4XtU​

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Objective: Arrakan - Kill the Dolphins
Location: Under da Sea

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Armored boots made contact with the reinforced glass casing surrounding the oxygenated interior of one of Kearleonis' hab blocks, citizens and soldiers alike looking up in trepidation at the swirling darkness that now pressed itself against their home. Molten eyes stared back at them, unblinking and unflinching in their cruelty. The glowing hatred of those ceaseless orbs seemed to diminish as the being drifted away from the opaque glass, only to be replaced by a sudden shriek and hiss of water as a blade stabbed down through the glass and into the open habitation. Though exceptionally thick, at least up to standards regulated to withstand the tremendous pressure of the abyssal water, the tip of this sudden intruding sword still managed to cut all the way through.

Water leaked through the quickly widening gap as the being who wielded the sword began to twist and dig the blade in deeper, pressing against the breached glass with tremendous strength. More water surged through the crack, the integrity of the glass now crumbling as more cracks began to spider-web out from the epicenter. Those below quickly began to flee for the protection of the bulkheads, vainly hoping that it could save them from the torrential deluge.

An explosion of energy rocked the upper canopy, and the crack blossomed into a wall of water. Endless gallons cascaded into the cityscape below, crashing against square buildings and flooding entire boulevards, knocking over anything and everything caught in the water's wake. People were flattened like reeds, spun about as the water carried them and dashed them to chum against sturdier walls and squat structures. A shadowy figure road the waterfall down into the city, shadows dripping from his body as he quickly disappeared beneath the waves.

Emergency systems cut in quickly, massive doors sliding down along the connective tubes that united this particular hab block with the rest of Kearleonis. Some of the citizens managed to escape, but many more were caught against the closed doors and the rapidly approaching tide of ocean. Their cries of anguish were drowned out as the water engulfed them, swallowing their last gasps of shock and surprise. Over time the water levels began to equalize on both sides of the gap, and everything that had been tossed about settled on the now ruined streets.

Amidst it all was the Sith Emperor, his form untouched by the destruction he had wrought. He walked along the submerged streets with purpose, each step bearing the weight of a man held together by indescribable rage and hatred. Approaching one of the security bulkheads, the Emperor reached out with the Force and formed a wedge between the interlocking mechanisms that kept the door shut and the water out. Gradually he widened that gap, opened the door inch by agonizing inch as water pooled in the chamber beyond. When it was at last large enough for him to slip through, he made the transition and let the bulkhead seal behind him once he was through.

The next door he treated with less caution, blasting it aside with another destructive display of the Dark Side. He had cast aside his pressure suit now, his true visage now bare for all to witness. Dark armor covered black and burnt skin, skin that radiated with seething power. Though he had survived his injuries on Mandalore, it had left him permanently scarred; a goliath stitched together by his own immense hatred and spite. He was an avatar of the Dark Side's eternal rage, it's power to corrupt, and it's insidious will to sustain that which fed it.

With utter malice in his burning eyes, the Emperor of the Sith advanced on the soldiers and citizens of Kearleonis, sparing neither men, woman, or child.

All would suffer.

And all would die.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Arrakan
Objective: Destruction and Retrieval

Why her Master held interest in this watery world had quickly become apparent to Eldaah. The native Duors had genetically created the other species of this world, and were highly Force Sensitive for some odd reason. How a pack of water-based mammals could become so powerful in the Force was a mystery that her Master wanted to solve. So when the Sith war machine had decided to conquer Arrakan, the Lady of Secrets had dispatched Eldaah and some of her Adepts to the world to assist in the endeavor. Darth Arcanix was watching through their connection, although her concentration was split elsewhere it seemed.

No matter.

Transports carrying the precious cargo she had requested hovered over the waters of the world, ramps lowered. Crates were being moved to the edge of the dropzone, waiting for her command. On the far side of the bay doors, troopers in Legionnaire underwater armor with non lethal weapons were preparing for their mission. Each would be accompanied by Sith adept to protect them from what was about to be delivered into the oceans of this world. A new apex predator was about to make its home.

The Duors might fancy themselves engineers of life, but even they apparently owed their creation to another being. A giant squid apparently. Well... they would soon know what a true Leviathan was.

"Release them," she ordered. At once the crates were opened and twenty larva were sent splashing down below. They would begin consuming all life around them, growing in size and strength. The Miri Kuiaisiri had come to Arrakan.

 

[Charlyra Araano]

Location: New Junction City, Junction
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Darth Morrow"]

The Crimson Lance continued to sweep through the city, by now tanks and walkers of the Sith Empire laid waste to buildings and bunkers. Each time a member of the Resistance stepped forward to knock one machine out more would follow. The Empire would not be denied this world, not today at the least meanwhile out by the port the subsurface vessels of the Galidraani navy laid waste to what they could for those who either attempted a better position on, or flee the current army that now seemingly occupied the city.

Charlyra's lightsaber clashed against a foreign Red Legion member. A swift step to the right had her avoid one blade but felt the graze of another. She parried the man on her left and focused her Force powers on the one on the right. Charlyra would work to crush the man with his own armor. His comrade saw an opportunity and once more Charlyra shifted her focus. This time her lightsaber caught him across an exposed joint severing his arm elbow down from his body.

Using Force Stun on his comrade she moved into sever his body in half.

Behind them more Mandalorians eager for a chance to turn her into a Sith shiskabob now moved in to take their chance. "Crimson Lance!" Charlyra called forth as the Legionnaires surged forward around her and the battle continued.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: [II] Make Junction kneel
Location: Junction City outskirts

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The Sith forces had pushed their way into the city and gained a foothold, upending the Mandalorian defenses, but for now Darth Avacyn stood alone against fourteen Mandalorian warriors. They surrounded her seemingly out of nowhere and with a barrage of blaster fire they sought to fell their enemy. Any ordinary warrior would have quickly been overwhelmed by their numbers, they would stand no chance of making it out alive. Perhaps the legionnaires were already certain that this was Avacyn's end, relishing the moment.

But Darth Avacyn was no ordinary warrior, and this story would not end with her death.

As the blaster bolts raced towards her, the lightsaber in her hand moved with incredible speed and precision, meeting those that would have otherwise hit their target and deflecting them. The woman then leapt forward when she found an opening between the waves of blaster fire and landed right in front of a Mandalorian legionnary, who was taken off-guard and left defenseless. While the remaining legionnaries retook their aim Avacyn separated head from body with a single sweep of her saber. Fourteen had become thirteen.

It did not take long before that number was reduced to one.

One by one the Mandalorians had their lives ended, until only the final legionnaire remained. A previously silent and seemingly calm Avacyn stood before the final woman remaining, the hand that once gripped a blaster lying on the ground, alongside the weapon itself. Through the Force Avacyn gripped the Mandalorian's throat and slowly squeezed the air out of her, the once-fierce warrior now defenseless.

"Your death is going to be a painful one," the Sith Lady then said as she finally broke their mutual silence. "You will be one of many to pay for the actions of your kind." Her voice was filled with venom, anger and hate. Eyes ablaze with the Dark side pierced through the woman's helmet, and through it they spoke more than a thousand words. "You ripped my wife away from me. I had to march into the Netherworld itself to get her back and it's all because of you. Every single Mandalorian in this galaxy bears responsibility. For the agony your kin has caused, you will pay."

The grip on the Mandalorian's throat relented but before she was able to take a breath, an overwhelming gust of wind launched her backwards, causing her to collide into a wall back-first. The impact caused bones to shatter, but before she could fall to the ground Avacyn's lightsaber pierced through her abdomen, pinning her to the wall. The Sith's right hand and lower arm had become ghostly and with it she plunged it into her chest, moving right through as though nothing was there. When she pulled back, she did so holding a faintly glowing orb, the soul of the Mandalorian. When her hand balled into a fist it lost its ghostly appearance and the orb was gone, absorbed into Avacyn's being.

The lightsaber was extinguished and the body collapsed onto the ground.

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[Sith Norn]

Legend and history states that Mandalorians are some of the Galaxy's most accomplished warriors, capable of suffering incredible damage and losses and always finding a way to either win or come back stronger than ever. They hold honor, glory, and sacrifice in the highest esteem and will always do what is necessary for their clan, for their kin, for their people.

The Mandalorians in Junction are no different, and even though they are horribly outnumbered now, horribly outgunned, and clearly doomed to die unless they surrender and swear fealty to the Emperor. They will perish and their names will be stricken from memory. All they have to do to avoid that is surrender.

Hawke Braxis' Red Legion will not surrender. Even as [member="Darth Morrow"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Charlyra Araano"], [member="Mlow Eman'outther"], and two of the sons of Carnifex himself march through their fortress, their city, their home and slaughter them with impunity unlike any seen before, they stand stoic and ready to face death, for even when their names are stricken from memory, their impact, their glory will live on for ages to come. They fight and they fight and they fight with all of their vile and venom, slaying nameless Legionnaires where they can and more than a few nameless Sith where possible. But the numbers are against them. Fate is against them.

As Kaalia Pavanos slaughters with fury, Charlyra Araano with focus, Mlow Eman'outther with luck, and the sons of Carnifex with duty, the leader of the Red Legion bashes away his foes and blasts them with clear disgust and rage, his sights set on Darth Morrow who awaits a challenger.

"Morrow..." he muses as he approaches her with shimmering eyes, gripping his blaster pistols tightly. "Yet another dog of Carnifex I shall dispatch from my world. Are you prepared to die?"

Meanwhile, upon the world of Arrakan, the slaughter continues. [member="Darth Carnifex"] marches through the capital of the Duors, ignoring the challenge of Leviathan King Kithnarrock with indignation, leaving the beast to fight the hordes of the Empire and forcing him to chase after his target. He slaughters indiscriminately, torturing the Duors for daring to resist his power. A true avatar of the Dark Side come to form, preying on the innocents of a world that stood idly by against the burning embers of the Galaxy. Pity that they caught aflame when the sparks flew too close from the pits.

Above the ocean's depths, [member="Lorale Farmar"] continues his duel with the Battrach captain, fighting hand to hand in tests of strength that have cracked the ship and near the point at which the two will have to leap to a nearby island to duel without sinking. The beast, Rothmok, continues its battle in the sky, clutching any fools that dare to fire upon her and dropping them to their doom, aided by Alvarex Zambrano who leads the general forces, heaping piles of glory for himself and his kin. The slaughter continues.

And the slaughter teaches us that war is a cold, cold thing, dear reader. And nothing is colder than the depths of the ocean that now drowns in blood.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

Objective: Fishmonger
Location: Arrakan

A sickening crack of bone as Alvarex's shield slammed into his opponent's face. He turned and met blade with blade just as he pushed away from his opponent. "My ancestors are smiling upon me Sith, can you say the same?" Alvarex's lips curled upward and readied for his opponents attack, a swift counter with his shield, he drove his blade into the midsection of his opponent and jammed it upward. "Yes." He replied with a wide grin that transformed into a smirk.Blade withdrawn from the midsection, Alvarex drove the sword into his opponents neck.

He ducked beneath the swing of a polearm-like weapon and turned to meet a new enemy with blood still dripping from the gladius itself. He would not hesitate to put down his opponents, and those that sought to stand against his father's Empire. Alvarex collected the Force around him and began a charge into enemy lines he held his shield in front and Force charged into a nearby group of enemies.

 

[Bastian Briareos]

Objective II: Secure Any Useful Intel And Tech
Location: New Junction - Enemy Military Installation
[member="Darth Morrow"] [member="Mlow Eman'outther"]

Word was passed on to Bastian that the gate had been breached and the Sith forces had penetrated inside the main building. It was only a matter of time now before the rest of the Mandos were routed. The sooner the fighting was over, the sooner he could get to what he was here to do. Bastian marched up to the torn out gate. Marrow hadn't been playing around it seemed. The bodies on the group of both sides told him she was doing an inefficient job of it. Not a matter he would bring up to her of course. He valued his own life too after all. Still, casualties were unavoidable in war. It was best to minimize them. Any rational commander would know that and act to do so. Bastian stopped debating himself and shifted focus. He needed to know what was going on inside and picked out a lone trooper in black armor to ask. "You there, soldier. What's the situation looking like?"

 

[Eye of Solomon]

Objective: Smash the Mandalorians
Location: Junction

Boro smashed another Mandalorian across the faceplate, the glass cracking as the warrior stumbled back and crashed into the stone wall behind him. Lightning buffeted his armor before the end of a lightsaber was rammed up though the softer fabric between his breastplate and his helmet; ending his life. The streets were lined with debris and small fires, many of the ancillary buildings surrounding the boulevard suffering from critical structural damage. Some of them had fallen down into the street, mounds of rubble blocking many of the alleyways and other tributary streets that branched out from the wider thoroughfare the Sith were advancing down.

Blackblade soldiers, resplendent in their black armor, rushed forward to aid the children of the Emperor. The infamy of the Blackblade Guard was legendary, and it was here on Junction where the earliest forebearers of the Guard had cut their teeth on the very same prey they hunted now; Mandalorians. Back then they had gone by a different name, but that name no longer mattered in the face of the Blackguard's legacy and success. For decades, they had fought for their dark masters, butchering everything from Mandalorians to Jedi in endless conflicts across the entirety of the galaxy.

And though their Emperor could not have accompanied them, his children carried his banner into battle with them.

"Strength through Unity! Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius! Imperius!"

 

[Charlyra Araano]

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Location: New Junction, Junction
Objective: Purge
[member="Darth Morrow"]

By now the city felt and looked like a warzone, at least as far as Charlyra's forces were concerned. There still laid pockets of resistance and without doubt numbers of the Sith's own falling to them, at least for now. A still could be felt where Charlyra stood a haphazard glance around bodies laid strewn across the duracrete roads. Scorch marks and pocket craters marked where fire and artillery had claimed their purchase. Her lightsaber held in her hand remained alive, it hummed with the all too familiar buzz of a Sith's lightsaber the dark side corruption cackling from its chambers.

"Sector clear. We're moving forward toward the fortress, artillery will meet with Morrow's forces, Master." She relayed to [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]. It was then out of the corner of her eye she noticed an object moving toward them. "MISSILE!" Charlyra gathered the Force around her just as anti-missile ordnance quickly set their feet.

Lightsaber in hand she moved with the Force to push against the missile. She focused on the electromagnetic energy around it, to get within the mechanics of the missile. The Sith Knight could not see or hear the second missile that was now hurtling toward her unit. In an instant, she and members of the 421st were sent upward through the air whilst body parts and blood were sprayed about their sector.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: [II] Make Junction kneel
Location: Junction City outskirts
Allies: [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Darth Morrow"]

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The moment the body of the slain Mandalorian crumpled to the ground, as though it were on cue, Charlyra's voice sounded through Avacyn's comms. On their end the tide battle was in their favor too, which to the Triumvir was a sign that it would not be long before the Sith claimed the planet. That thought was quickly erased however- before she even had a chance to acknowledge the message, Charlyra was heard once again yelling the word 'missile'. That was when comms cut out.

"Charlyra? Charlyra, come in." Nothing. Things clearly had gone awry.

With haste Avacyn began to move, setting in a sprint towards the sector her apprentice was at before the comms cut out. Of couse, in a warzone it was inevitable she would encounter hostile forces as the city had not been fully taken yet. The path she took led her to yet another piece of the conflict, legionnaries from both sides locked in battle. The barrage of blaster fire blocked the way and finding a safe path towards allied forces didn't seem to be available to her Nothing but open roads between her and the cover Sith forces used. Avacyn would have to cut a swath through the Mandalorian forces were she to press forward.

Through the Force she called upon her sabers, which unhooked and flew towards her hands. The moment they hit her palms she grasped them tight and two beams of red sprung out of the hilts and with that, she leapt into the fray once more. She landed right before a Mandalorian warrior and in the blink of an eye he was cut down. From her right a blaster bolt surged towards her, forcing her to react. It was deflected with her blade and as she turned, the Sith Lady had found her next target.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: Arrakan - Kill the Dolphins
Location: Under da Sea

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The embers of destruction burned bright.

Corpses lined the streets, their bodies broken by immense trauma or sundered by clean blade. Those that suffered the sting of the Emperor's weapon had their consciousnesses siphoned from their being, drawn into the blasphemous blade he so casually wielded. The husks left behind shriveled like dehydrated fruit, clothes now too large for their shrunken forms as skin and muscle sloughed off of paper-brittle bones. Lightning flashed out from the Emperor's fingertips, snaking through the air before rooting in fleeing bodies and burning their insides to ash.

Those that attempted to stand against the Emperor found their weapons ineffective, the first volley of concentrated blaster fire stopping a meter away from the Emperor in a huddled bunch. A rush of air preceded the return of each and every bolt levied against the Dark Lord, peppering the men and women holding the rifles which had initially fired them. Those that survived found their throats crushed by an invisible hand, their bodies turned into a smear of red against the floor and walls of wherever they hid.

Any vehicles they might have used were just as easily tossed aside as their soldiers, all-the-while the Emperor continued onward with his blank unblinking expression. He offered neither mockery nor insult, stalking silently along the hab-blocks of Kearleonis and killing anything and everything that dared to impede his path; no matter their age nor gender. Whenever he passed through a hab-block, he briefly turned and reached out with the Force to rupture the structural domes that separated the dry interior from the wholly wet exterior. A rush of crashing water heralded his departure from the previous block and his entrance to the next one.

Slowly, block by block, Kearleonis died.

 

[Lark]

Objective: Disregard the Environment
Location: Arrakan
Allies Nearby: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Peyton Steele"]

It was difficult tracking the passage of time in a normal battle, one might only have the shift from day to night in order to know how much time had passed since the fighting began. The dark waters of Arrakan did not even afford that luxury. Blood polluted the water, resembling clouds of ink tainting the ocean in ways that it might never recover from. Lark found himself in a rhythm of battle, an underwater dance without an end in sight. Never a lull, never a moment to breathe. That was for the best. It had been far too long since Lark had participated in a battle of this caliber. Honing his skills in a place as extraneous as this would be a boon for him.

Thoughts concerning the depths of these submerged trenches and what might hide below were replaced by instinctual combat maneuvers. The armor aided his movement, making him nearly as quick as he was on the surface, and the Force made him as quick as the currents. Other tactics aided in the slaughter, using the clots of ink and clouds of blood as a makeshift smokescreen. He'd hide within the infecting water, striking out at those who drew to close. He was a wraith of the seas, haunting it more than any shark or ocean god ever could.

But the fish did have their defenders, one of whom caught his attention as her ships plummeted towards the battleground to reinforce the native Arrakans. The figure wore protective armor similar to his own, and wielded a vibrospear in her hands. You're different, Lark thought. But your fate will be the same as all the others. You'll drown in this ocean. The diseased water will pollute your lungs, and the fish will devour your corpse if it ever finds the bottom of the sea.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Arrakan
Objective: Destruction and Retrieval

Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Lark"] [member="Sith Muse"]

The Miri Kuiaisiri continued to grow, their powers rapidly developing and their instincts kicking in. A monster that had been brought to bear, and to now live, in the sprawling oceans on Mon Cala to devastating effect, they had only one goal: the consumption of the largest concentrations of life energy not protected by the Sith. The twenty pubescent terrors would begin fanning out, drawn to concentrations of life to devour, some even heading for the city where the Emperor himself gave battle, but one of them was growing more rapidly than the others. It had been given a specific goal by its creators for this planet, and it would consume everything in its path to the deepest parts of this world in its pursuit.

Eldaah watched their creations swim away, trackers embedded in their flesh allowing the Sith forces in the air and in the sea the ability to keep tabs on their movements.

"Our Lady desires samples of all lifeforms on this world, get to work," she ordered.

The designated teams began deploying to their target locations, leaving Eldaah and her handpicked group of Adepts the final objective. The Duors might prove to be a challenge at least. Sealing her helm, she and the others jumped down into the waters below. One Leviathan still was present, enslaved to Her will. It would prove quite useful in their attack on the enclave further down beneath them.

 

[Darth Morrow]

Objective II: Junction - Tear down the fortress
Location: New Juntion, approaching Military Fortification

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"Move forward with the plan, I'll exterminate the pest." Swinging her blade the sabers came to life in a flash of black red energy. Eyes of fire locked on Hawke with a musing hatred filling her chest. Bright lines began to stretch across any exposed skin almost as if blood vessels pumped lightning through her veins.

"You'll regret calling me a dog. Proper greeting is my merciful Lady, though not to you." The blade arched down in an attempt to cut through an exposed section between the armor of his neck, the black energy trailing behind the saber in a opaque wall of darkness. Blaster shots rained on her at her approach though they all merely ricochet off of her armor, leaving burn marks across its metal surface.

Meanwhile, the slaughter climbed the stairs to the upper levels, bodies and blood pooled at the feet of the black rose soldiers as they methodically cleared each room of the fortress, any hiding met a swift death of execution. Any that resisted, they were left to bleed, unable to move and suffering on the cold stone floors beneath them; kept on the edge of death and at the mercy of the Sith and Imperial forces that passed them.

Junction would stand as a lesson to all who opposed the Empire, any who still tried to hold against them would meet death in the worst way those loyal to Darth Carnifex could imagine, and the man before her was no different. Morrow would leave him broken.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Bastian Briareos"] | [member="Eye of Solomon"] | [member="Sith Norn"]

 

[Sith Norn]

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Darth Morrow is no mere Sith, nor a dog of the Emperor. She is the Queen of Horror, the Lady of Pride. For Hawke Braxis to have referred to her as such was akin to signing his own death warrant. But he is Mandalorian. And he refuses to go down without a fight. With a quick duck under the passing onyx trail that threatened to remove his head, Hawke fires two shots aimed at the armored midsection of the Sith before rolling back several feet and unleashing another series of blasts aimed for her chest, arms, and head as he rises.

"This is my home, dog! Leave it or die!" he shouts with impunity, knowing that the words he speaks are false.

Even as he fights with a rage nearing the blind, he can not avoid noticing his kin falling by the bushel. Dismembered, decapitated, bisected, trisected, crushed, pulverized, blasted, imploded, exploded. Gore and rot is strewn across New Junction like Life Day decorations, the paste of organs and spilling marrow of snapped bones running with the streets like tiny rivers and pooling into oceans. A man loses his head in a swift stroke and his severed spine and neck fountain with matter that the Red Legion's commander cannot identify. The missiles and fighters screech overhead like thunderous Sithspawn, a horrendous noise that threatens to make even the least sensitive of ears bleed and the reverb of the impacts enough to rattle teeth.

Every word to describe death and pain are what he witnesses his kin suffering and before long, he is one of the few that remains alive, the others retreating into a back-to-back huddle. They would all die there and be discarded like waste by [member="Darth Morrow"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Charlyra Araano"], [member="Bastian Briareos"], and the Sons of Carnifex, and he knows it. But he cannot let them know it. He cannot let them know they would be forgotten within a fortnight.

And so, he turns to them for but a moment and calls across the field that he knows he cannot cross to reach them, "Brothers! Sisters! Honor your ancestors today and let your name live on forever!"

And then they fire. And fire. And fire. Dozens of crimson bolts streak through the air in defense of New Junction, hitting several Legionnaires and some non-distinct Sith, but the waves keep coming and they would not stop coming. Fifteen of the Red Legion was what remained. Zero is what would remain at the end of the day. Oya. Oya. Oya.

Meanwhile, upon the burning ocean world of Arrakan, the Duors face extinction. [member="Lorale Farmar"] has finally defeated the Battrach captain, repeatedly crushing him under the weight of a boulder upon the island they moved upon to avoid sinking with the ship.

"I'll serve you to my soldiers," the Phoenix muses upon removing the boulder to examine their handiwork before calling out to Rothmok who appeared from the clouds within seconds.

Meanwhile, under the waves, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Lark"], and [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] sunder the capital of Kearleonis, block by block, Duor by Duor. Blood stains the waters, turning the ocean a deep maroon as the countless bodies float into oblivion to be consumed by their own kin who will starve without their care.

As always, with all things Sith...the Galaxy burns.

 

[Eye of Solomon]

Objective: Smash the Mandalorians
Location: Junction

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Boro's lightsaber spun end over end as he deflected the hail of blaster fire from the permacrete nest ahead of him, powerful hands gracefully spinning the weapon without any difficulty. The Legionnaires around him continued to press forward, moving from cover to cover as the Sith Princeling lead the charge against the Mandalorians. Corpses littered the streets around them, combatants and civilians laying side-by-side as the fighting continued to escalate. Entire structures had been blown open and gutted, the debris of entire lives strewn about haphazardly as fires raged brightly. In the distance a gas line went up with a rush of hot air and a brilliant cloud of fire and dust.

The Sith didn't care, this world and it's people ultimately meant very little to them. It was the history that the Sith cared about, that the Dark Lord cared about, and that was why he had sent his children and his apprentices to take Junction for the Empire. Decades ago he had done the same in the name of another Emperor, but that campaign had been naughty but ashes in their mouths once that Emperor had been dethroned.

Not this time, thought Boro, I will make my father proud and wipe away the stain of my brother's treachery. He lunged up into the air, spinning, before landing on top of the pillbox and slamming down his blade through the permacrete roof. Though a laborious task, he set about carving away a large square opening in the ceiling. When the slab of permacrete began to fall in, Boro seized it with the Force and willed it to spin and slam about the interior of the pillbox. A minute later, Boro descended to finish off the injured and discombobulated Mandalorians that remained inside. The rest were quickly taken care of by the advancing Legionnaires, who had used the brief respite to rush the embankment.

Boro reached out towards one of his Legionnaires, who handed him a flag of the Sith Empire tightly affixed to a metal rod nearly thirty feet long. With his own immense strength, the Sith Princeling rammed the rod deep into the remaining roof of the pillbox to the resounding cheers of the Legionnaires around him. The flag could be seen for quite some way, alerting everyone that the Empire had taken another hill in the name of Empire and Emperor.

 

[Charlyra Araano]

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Location: New Junction City, Junction
Objective: Destroy

The chants of the Mandalorians beneath their feet signaled that the fight had not yet been won. Charlyra corrected herself in the air her footing gained as her feet touched the ground, her comms were scratchy at best and so she didn't bother with contacting her Master. Instead, she let her lightsaber speak for her as it cut through an incoming missile. A move of her hand sent the remaining blast away from her. She coiled through the Force the magnetic energies around her. A bright hue of magenta formed from her hands a spherical shape of energy, the incoming ordnance moved from their path and as she gathered the energies she knew her strength within the Force would be depleted. Whatever the cost may be, Junction's so called-liberty and freedom would end today by her hands, and like the great gods of old Charlyra pulled back and let forth the energy toward her enemies.

A massive surge propelled through the city creating a destructive path in its wake until finally, it collided with what had remained of the city center. Charlyra was on the ground, smoke rose from her body, and all anyone could tell was that the power unleashed had been enough to carve a line from Charlyra to the center. This act gave Crimson Lance a morale boost and thus with her name on their tongues did they mobilize. Colonel Dido aided the Sith up to her feet as they pressed onward, a quick stim of adrenaline would be enough to get the Knight going. Charlyra's lightsaber would be ready once more and eager to lay waste to those who dared oppose them now.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: Arrakan - Kill the Dolphins
Location: Under da Sea - Kearleonis

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The doors to the Sunken Palace were blasted off of their hinges, crashing to the ground with such a terrible clamor that it momentarily stunned the Battrach soldiers who were defending the entryway. Their weapons coming up too late as the Emperor's blade arced through the air to cut deep into their shelled bodies, blood spilling out onto the sleek marble floor as the corpses fell where they had once stood. Beyond the antechamber was a massive audience hall, something that the Emperor was all too familiar with. At its center was a large globe of suspended water located over a deep pool held together by complex gravitation generators exerting force on it from sixteen different directions.

At the center of that was the Duor King himself, his sleek cetacean body draped in finery that denoted his prestigious position. Around his neck was a mechanical construct that acted as a translator, allowing him to speak directly to the Sith Emperor in Galactic Basic. "You defile these oceans, Sith." The Battrach soldiers around the water globe raised their weapons towards the Sith Emperor as he approached, "It would be best for you and your kind to leave Arrakan, you will find no calm waters if you continue to remain."

Carnifex said nothing as he continued to approach, dashing the Battrach soldiers that attempted to stop him against the walls with a mere flicker of power. He then reached out with his hand and squeezed his fist, the gravitational generators around the room exploding all at once as if crushed. The water globe fell apart, scattering water and the Duor King into the pool below. Immediately, the King fled deeper into the palace's waterways, leisurely pursued by the Emperor who jumped in after him.

The chase dumped both King and Emperor out into a massive underwater ravine, where the grasping tendrils of Kithnarrock attempted to constrict and squeeze the life out of the Sith Emperor like it had done to so many other descending Imperials and Sith. The Emperor struggled against the grip that bound him, slicing through the leviathan's tentacle with his sword to free himself. He sliced at another that attempted to do the same, and propelled himself forward through the ocean with the Force. With one hand gripping the hilt, and the other pressing its palm against the pommel, the Emperor drove his Sith sword deep into Kithnarrock's eye all the way until the crossguard pressed against the soft jelly.

Kithnarrock roared in pain, thrashing about while the Emperor held onto the sword imbedded in the beast, blood and ink spewing out into the ocean as they slammed into the ravine floor. Carnifex repulsed away from the grand leviathan upon impact, rushing back through the water while he willed his sword to ram deeper inside the leviathan's body, slashing and whirring around inside of the creature's body until it was thoroughly slain. Then he recalled it to his hand, his keen eyesight spotting the fleeing Duor King before the Force gripped him and pulled him back towards the Emperor.

The Duor King was afforded a final pitiful look at his dead god before Carnifex ended his life as well, cloven in two.