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

[Sith Norn]

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With the death of its King, Arrakan as the Galaxy knew it has fallen.

If you have been paying attention as I have gathered and hoped, you would have known that this was inevitable from the beginning. A planet of water burned to its core, sunk to its depths, and rendered nearly lifeless of its natives.

It should go without saying that very few have faced such utter decimation as the Duors and Battrachs have, forced to not only witness their homes burn and sink, but to see their very Gods fall to the might of Emperor Carnifex, the Black Iron Tyrant.

I shudder endlessly recalling the events, as if I were there myself for this is the curse of my power of sight.

Kearleonis is now nothing more than a shell meant for the Empire to pervade and explore and corrupt and consume and remodel. Kithnarrock and the Leviathans, the King and the Duors and the Battrachs shall become food and drink for what creatures remain swimming through the black waters that the Legionnaires and the Sith hold no fear towards. Great laboratories shall be built to study the planet and its potential and upon it shall the Alchemists and Scientists develop weapons of war and creatures of darkness, suited for aquatic warfare, harnessing the power of the storms. Glorious shrines to Carnifex, to the conquering Empire, shall be erected within the rebuilt capital and upon the islands dotted throughout the planet. Massive orbital stations shall be forged for trade and mercenaries seeking bounties and credits.

It will only be a matter of time before Arrakan, once a peaceful world, becomes a new home for the Dark Side, clouded and perverse. Such is the way of Carnifex. Such is the way of the Empire. Such is the way of the Sith.

And all the while, the Galaxy will continue to burn for this is the way of Chaos.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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

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One by one, souls were either returned to the Force or shackled to Darth Avacyn as she cut a swath through Mandalorian forces. The woman was nothing short of an unstoppable force of nature, bringing utter destruction to anything that crossed her path. Her presence was enough to swing the favor of the battle for the city block to the side of the Sith and as the Mandalorians retreated towards the east to make their stand, Avacyn continued north towards her own destination.

A destination that was pinpointed when a massive shockwave rushed past the Sith Lady, razing buildings and all else caught in the blast. Instinctively Avacyn threw up a barrier of Force energy to protect herself from the blast itself as well as the debris that flew in all directions. When things subsided Avacyn quickly made her way to the source, where she found Charlyra after she had just been helped up by Colonel Dido.

"I see that was your doing," she remarked as she joined up with her apprentice and the Crimson Lance. A quick nod was passed along to Charlyra. "Well done." The display of power had very much impressed Avacyn. Still, few words were spent dwelling on it. Her lightsabers ignited once more- the battle wasn't over yet.

 

[Darth Morrow]

Objective II: Junction - Tear down the fortress
Location: New Juntion, Kill the Rude Fool

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Without a moment of hesitation her saber launched forth in a spinning motion at the firing soldier before her, only for him to duck out of the way to stand and remain firing. However, he was so focused on his goal he forgot about the return. Blaster fire rained on Darth Morrow for but a moment before it came to a halt, his expression twisted in one of agony, then ceased to change at all.

His upped half slumped to the stone as the saber returned to its masters grip, deactivating and reunited with the clip at her side. Looking down she noticed the burn char of her armor and the small holes left by his fire, the skin underneath beginning already to piece itself back together, though the armor would be a different story.

Kicking over the half body standing before her a boot was placed on its neck, only to have so much force exerted on it so it crushed and severed, her foot kicking it towards a pile she started in the corner.

"Find the tech and lets move out. We are done here." Motioning to pile of heads Morrow looked to an Imperial in Black.

"Get these traitors on pikes, put them along the path to the base, perhaps will rut out the last pains remaining."

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

 

[Mlow Eman'outther]

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

Mlow had become lost during the fray, reduced to only his blaster-pistol, he had hardly the arms nor willpower to make hard, or quick, work of the Mandalorian resistance. He played cover to cover, moving up with the General Army and whatever remained of the Legionaries, popping up when he had the opportunity to let a round fly, more or less just making marks against the plate of the few remaining as he went with the final pushes of the assault. The SIF-57 was designed to kill, however the lower-power of the bolts that it flared in the direction it was aimed failed to drop consistently to targets with standard plasteel, but the Mandalorian Iron proved much more resilient, causing Mlow to be forced into a supportive role during the battle, calling out targets and adding suppressive fire where he could.

When the smoke had settled, and the Mandalorian leader was dead at the enthroning army's feet, Mlow would find himself holstering his blaster pistol, going on with the rest of the Legionaries designed to tech cleanup. Hearing the secondary order barked out by the Darth that was just steps away from his squad made him thankful he was quick on his feet to the collection.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

Location: Arrakan
Objective: Fishmonger
Allies: [member="Lark"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

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Blood now stained Alvarex's shield, his hulking form noticeable as he led his forces back toward base camp. Word of the Empire's victory across the planet began to spread, and for that at least Alvarex was glad. The planet's people now realized their position, continue to fight - and death would await. Bow the knee and there would be peace and all the gifts that await it. The Sith Empire could be viewed and rightfully so, as a tyrannical and oppressive regime but ultimately its citizens reaped those benefits. Alvarex believed this moreso than anyone else and as he cast a side-long glance over his shoulder he could see now the flag of the Empire as it rose dutifully and unfurled into the air.

Servants tended to him as he sat he knew of his siblings and knew they were here but he cared not to meet with them. Quietly he waited for transport, his fellow Blackblades at his back and the ruins of Arrakan surrounded him. Bodies laid piled and strewn across what had once been a quaint world, a world that resisted the Empire. "They'll learn their place in this galaxy, learn that there is a power to be had from what we've brought them." He said to one of the Servants who wondered why this was necessary. "It is necessary because there is a need for order because we only ask once and not twice. Arrakan will be restored and those willing to obey will be rewarded."

The sound of the transport could be heard, slowly he rose to his feet and walked to meet it. From there he would be taken to meet with his father and siblings, and perhaps others of the Empire.