Arkam Knights | CIS Dominion of Arkam 13

[Kyyrk]

Location: Arkam Orbit
Fleet: Vanguard, Adamant, Archwing Destroyers x 10, Aquila ECM Corvette, Octarch Fighters, Mynock Interceptors, Archon Bombers
Objective: Destroy Them
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Deleterious"]

"Sir, the Obstruction is signalling for surrender. Weapons are powering down."

Voph sat down in his chair, looking out at the crippled flagship. Surrender. His message had been received, then. Along with the message sent by those Confederate Forces on the ground. Voph smiled, though there was no mirth behind this gesture. His was that of a hunter. A predator. "Good. Recall the fighters." Voph waited for a moment as his orders were carried out. Then, he stood suddenly, and barked, "Open a channel. Holoimaging." He stepped forward to the broadcast zone, where the holocameras could broadcast his image to whatever passed for the ranking officer of the Obstruction.

"This is High Marshal Voph Sitdrisa'yr of the Confederate Fleet. Your pleas of surrender have been heard." Voph paused for a moment, then said, "I offered you a choice. Surrender, and you would be shown mercy. And yet, you have chosen the path of war. And so it shall be. Perhaps this will teach your brethren to give my warning its due respect." Voph turned towards his commanding officer, and nodded. "Fire at will, destroy every last one of them. Perhaps that will teach them the value of surrender." Voph turned away from the broadcast zone and walked out of the bridge as the Archwing destroyers began to pummel the remaining ships into oblivion, and fighters screamed forth to chase down and destroy the smaller fleeing vessels. But for now he had more important things to attend to. The misguided crew of the First Order would not have shown him mercy were their roles reversed. They had made their decision. And Voph intended to make them live with it...

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

How could anyone move that fast? No Jedi, no Sith she had trained with could normally have moved out of the way at this close range, could have counter acted this quickly. This man was clearly beyond anything Allya had come into contact with. If she had the room better prepared, if she had more troops to counter with....no, it wouldn't have made a difference. She had done the best she could, and it still denied him the strategic victory, his frustration was clear as day. As her blaster hit the lightsaber, it sparked but did not break, the metals holding tight. She changed her plan. Understanding dawned on her. The butt hooked around the saber blade, and she swung her saber in a slight arc, doing everything in her power to so much as nick his armor before she was shot with the red lightning. The pain was intense, overwhelming, and she was pushed back. The girl skid across the floor rolling into a chair with an unceremonious clunk. However, she did not let go with her blaster, or saber, and hopefully, the same intense momentum that knocked her back, would drag the lightsaber out of his hand with it.

However, no matter how intense the pain that now coursed through her body, she still stood up quickly, adrenaline gave her strength for a mere moment. She lashed out with her own telekinesis. She attempted to aim low, at his feet, trying to just push them in a way that would not be natural while walking or running. He was panicking, he had lost, he knew it. Even if he won this particular battle, he had lost anyway. She tried to used that as she attempted to grab the foot and yank it, as bi-pedal walking was incredibly awkward with even the slightest of pressure trying to knock you sideways. As she did her blaster spun around in her hand, so the barrel faced the man once more. All those buttons she had pushed earlier had been her switching to the maser module inside. While he even attempted to figure out his next move, she still persistently dogged his every step. She only managed to get off a small number of shots however.

The pain wouldn't let her function for long. Quickly the automatic systems in her suit injected the pain killers into her veins, and she fired a little more. As his hands went to his wrists, she immediately switched her telekinesis to grab and arm an emp grenade, which she then flung at him, attempting to stop whatever he was doing. However, the explosion happened soon after. As he fell into the black, so did the grenade.

Boots activated magnetic clamps, and she stood fast to the metal deck. She had a choice, either keep trying to fire at him, or....She reached out, and with a powerful shove, even as her ears rang, as her body felt heavy as it was in pain and being sucked towards the breach, she shoved Damsy using the force, through the nearby doors into the hall way, and pushed to force what was left of the doors closed. It wouldn't hold for long, but maybe it would be lesser amounts of pressure for her sister to deal with.

With great effort, she forced her lightsaber and blaster to become clipped to her suit. While she still could, she pressed a button on the suit, activating the oxygen tanks. Long term prognosis, she had lost that battle. There was no iteration of it where she came out on top. She managed to prevent him from obtaining his goal, like a good soldier. But the Sith, the Mandalorian, she had lost. She had to find a way to close up the gap......and that bloody hole in the wall.

The pain still wracked her body, her muscles contracted and twitched from that cancerous lightening that had gone through it. Her chest was heavy, the force of the kinetic blast, even through her armor had probably broken a rib or two, minimum.

With labored steps, she moved towards the hull break, just as two of the metal tables got stuck on the jagged pieces of metal. The hole wasn't tiny, but, the tables were jusrt the right size. She Reached out, once more with her emotions, her hatred of that man, her desire to end his life, she ripped the tables from the library, and threw them at the hole. One by one, they pushed into the hole, until the mass of them had slowed the air lose to a fraction.

Epoxy, epoxy, anything....She began to collapse under the pain and strain to keep her body from being sucked out. It wasn't her that finished sealing it. An old clunky WED treadwell rolled over, and into the web of metal, began to pour foam sealant. It wouldn't hold for long, but the ultra sticky, quick hardening sealant covered the holes in the metal and soon the pressure let up. The air flow stopped.

Allya collapsed to the ground finally, panting. One lousy hit, and he had done this much to her? The little Mandalorian growled, and stood up, refusing to collapse to this. She moved over towards the door, and hung on it as she opened it to check on her sister. Once she checked on that aspect, she stumbled a bit, and called out on her comm. "Master. The Holorepository was the target. Denied them access. Hurt. Ren Escaping, where are the fighters I requested? We have to stop him from getting away." Her voice was labored, slightly slurred, and clearly in pain. However, she functioned still, and through the pain managed to push on, and attempted to clean up the mess.

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Asphyxion Ren"] | [member="Damsy Callat"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Voph"]​

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton staggered as the atmosphere suddenly got voided into the vaccum of space, had his feet not been firmly secured to the floor it would quite possible that the Sith would have been blown out along with the rest of the loose debris and bodies. Explosive decompression was a rather nasty way to die, the exposed skin amost freezing solid instantly before the internal organs shattered the corpse into a million fragments.

Fortunately for Daxton, his armor was not just a means of protection, it was also a full sealed environmental suit. Sensors alng the surface glowed with a soft blue hue as they detected a rapid change in pressure and atmosphere. Daxton scanned for any nearby allies who were perhaps in need of assistance, a dark side spell ready on his lips ready to launch at a moment’s notice.

One thing was certain, the fight seemed to be knocked out of the opponents as blaster fire has ceased and he could hear reports or Confederate forces securing the location.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Asulon City​

Tag: [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

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"The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on."​

Naedira remained bent over for a long moment, hunched, while she tried to re-learn how to breathe. It wasn’t easy to extinguish flame that had turned into a raging inferno. Instead, she trusted Centaris to watch her six. Hell, to watch her twelve, three, and nine too. Her former bucket-head of a partner seemed to pick up on the lack of life in the area before she did. It wasn’t the eruption of the fuel tanks that the flame troopers carried. It was the fact that they had already done their job.

For this quadrant—The Confederacy had arrived too late.

“No. Go ahead. Call it in.”, she breathed from behind her mask. While he did that, Naedira settled, and let go of her hold on the Force. Much of her ability relayed on manipulating the world around her. Mentalism was a second favorite, but mostly, she used it to stay unseen. Or to extract information. “Most of the capital…It’s just on fire. It’s way too much for me to clear. We’ll have to be careful not to get trapped.”

The pair would press onward, moving from block to charred block, until their comms went live with an apparent surrender. Naedira sucked in a deep breath. Surrender?! “This doesn’t make any sense.”, she intoned, stepping over a piece of barely recognizable wood, before glancing toward Centaris. He was about as unmoved as a mountain but even he had to notice something was amiss. For all intents and purposes, the enemy had been winning on the ground, but, they gave up so suddenly in space?

Were they really that outmatched?

“Can you call in for a sit-rep from closer to the capital center? I think [member="Elessar Talon"] and few others were making a stand there. We should continue with a grid sweep. See if we can find…Anyone.”

Naedira really didn’t have much hope. After Copero, Eshan, and Kuat? Her ability to maintain an optimistic perspective had been shattered. Regardless, she grit her teeth, dug deep, and carried on with the mission objective. The First Order remnants were most definitely playing some sort of game. None of this read true to the modus operandi she had read about, or experienced, since she’d become a Knight Obsidian. She had questions.

Hopefully, the Confederacy could find the answers.

Just when it felt like they wouldn’t find anyone alive at all in the ashes, on the way to their rendezvous point, she felt something. It was small. Barely a blip on her radar. But, it was there nonetheless. “Do you feel that?”

The Knight kept her hand near her sidearm but moved ahead, just as she had before, with purpose. The still smoldering piles didn’t stop her. The re-breather in her mask kept the smoke from ripping up her throat and lungs, but the average civilian, would be left at its mercy. The young woman followed the string of energy that glimmered like a firefly in the dark. She came upon a cellar door that was buried under rubble, from beneath it, she could feel a tremendous amount of fear and panic. “Here.”, she called for Centaris, again, reaching for the Force. It probably wasn’t the best idea but there was definitely someone down there.

As she began to move the rubble, carefully, through telekinesis she caught flash of the person below. They would need to be careful. If they moved something wrongly the whole structure could have in. The glimpse she had held little details. Small hands, tear-stained cheeks, and covered in soot. No. Not just a person.

“It’s a child.”

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/VagES3pxttQ

"Centaris reporting. Outer limits of Asulon are clear. There were no survivors." Alkor took a deep breath as he lowered his hand and the comm went deathly silent. He pulled back his hood and took in the ashen smell of a world laid bare. Countless before it smelled the same, and so long as ruinous powers dominated any corner of the Galaxy, countless would do so after. His conscious would never be clear of those to which he had a hand in, and those he tried to save would ever serve as a reminder of who he had been.

He let a fistful of ash that he had grabbed hold of moments before sift slowly away through his fingers and sighed. "Requesting situation report," he added after a moment, though there was a fragile finality in his words that caused him to turn away, lowering his voice slightly. This was a sight he was accustomed to.

He could see that was not true of [member="Naedira Darcrath"], and he allowed her to cope with that in her own way. It was not an enemy that they were incapable of surmounting, rather, it was an enemy with nothing left to lose. The Confederacy came to Arkam 13 seeking to bring assets into the fold, looking to profit from the losses of the First Order.

It was a case of a child with a toy that they wanted no one else to play with. Only, the child had matches and gasoline. Now here they were, and the child was dead, and so were all of the others.

"You're delirious," he told her. It was normal for someone sent into shock like she was to react irrationally, but she moved with such a vigor that it surprised him. He moved toward her side, but before he could get a hand on her, she had dug down through the blackened metal and duracrete, into the broken wood, and she had found...

...perhaps that was what people believed hope to look like?

He saw a child, alone, afraid, calling out for anyone. He swallowed, hard. The universe was laughing at him. "A single survivor," he muttered. "Too small to fend for itself."

Alkor chewed on the inside of his cheek. "A quick death would have been merciful," he whispered aside to the other Knight Obsidian as he took hold of the wreckage for her to move through. He had seen this sentiment before, and he knew he would not win the argument against someone who had a heart.

And so, he relented.

 

[Darth Elyria]

Location: Far, far away.
Tag: [member="Kaden Farr"], [member="Darth Metus"]

Cut her out?

[member="Darth Metus"] would feel her laughter, sweet as sin, whilst she slipped away. If only it was that simple. If only, he could raise a blade, and remove her from his being. ‘Take your own eye, Vicelord. Your blood will only make me stronger. I have taken root…But you can try. See if making yourself partially blind, severs the bond, and removes what you took.’

Obsidian from her Death Vault floated through the air without anything to stop it. To the casual observer, it glimmered, it flickered, and truthfully seemed to be a thing of beauty. Shimmering dust in the air. It impacted his formless consciousness and melded, somewhere, near his ocular cavity. So. In order to try and remove her? Remove the eye.

If—It hadn’t already assimilated. When she considered how easy it had been to turn his mind with the bare minimum of effort? His freedom?

Doubtful.

Her laugh would linger for the sable-skinned man. He would hear her in his mind, feel her on his skin, and smell her in the air. Jasmine, touched with vanilla, after the rain. Just as [member="Kaden Farr"] would come to associate those scents with her presence—So would the Vicelord.

When she settled around her precious child, a soft chill would settle, while ghostly arms would wrap around his shoulders. Through the ether he felt strong. The waking world had treated him better now than it had in a previous instance. ‘Yes. Vi’dreya. He is stubborn. Tenacious, at best. Foolish at the worst.’

‘The idea that he believes he is at the top of the food chain amuses me. There is always more.’

Her son seemed to feel that the Sith Lord would eventually come around and the invisible woman remained where she was. It didn’t matter that Metus had pulled himself far from the fighting. Her younglings were where the fighting was. Ergo, so was she. All of the bodies that had burned on Arkam left a strict sense of fear and abject terror behind. It was pretty to think that something so petty as distance might dissuade an incorporeal being. ‘You are a good son. I am proud of the man you have become…Regardless that—’

‘—Snake.’

Elyria did not have a shred of kindness for the woman that had left her child fragmented. She avoided the most obvious terms, so as not to trigger Kaden, but should the two cross paths…No amount of beskar would save her. No amount of ammo. No number of weapons, friends, or Sith sympathizers. The end would come, swift, and without preamble.

Her suddenly dour mood lightened slightly when Kaden uttered the name he had chosen. ‘Selene…’, she trailed off, quietly musing, while she rolled through the minds of her other children to discern the meaning. Much like Elyria, it was a misnomer, and it drew a little laugh from her. ‘I am the dark dear one. Yet, you name me after the light. If I am your guiding light…I accept.’

Her attention moved. This nation made short work of problems, even when, their Master was felled by a woman blessed in shadow.

‘Now…The fighting is coming to a close. Through you, let me see the aftermath…’, she ordered, though, her voice was a delicate purr. ‘…Walk with me, dear one, through the ashes.’

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Asulon City​

Tag: [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

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"The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on."​

The sight of Centaris without his mask was always startling. He was blessed with the Dark Side in ways that Naedira had only seen in Sith Lords of renown and surprisingly handsome.This man, this bucket head, had more power than he seemed to want to let on. Whether it was deliberate or by accident she didn’t know. The Knight had poured over his existing file over several evenings to get to know her partner better. It had helped with physical characteristics, but, general disposition?

Not so much. There was something broken in [member="Alkor Centaris"]. She couldn’t put her finger on it, not yet, but something vital had flown the coop long ago.

Her sensitivities pulled her toward the presence that she felt with or without her permission. Part of her, though she wouldn’t admit to herself, wanted something, someone to have escaped this massacre. There had just been too much death lately. Most of it, that she had seen, by her own hand. The young woman wasn’t so soft that it shook her, but, she wasn’t entirely desensitized. “I’m not, Centaris.”

“Trust me.”

Once the debris got lifted, piece by piece, the Knight could finally see the face that had flashed into her mind’s eye. The little boy couldn’t have been more than five or six years old. Thin, a little lanky, but with obvious baby fat in his cheeks. “He doesn’t need to fend for himself anymore. Not today.”

Naedira started to move forward but paused, briefly, at the whisper that met her ears. A quick death would have been more merciful? He had taken his hood off, but Naedira, still wore hers. He couldn’t see her face but he would feel the emotion that rose like a wave from deep within her core. It was vehement, bold, and left little room for argument. ‘The youngling deserves a chance. Death is a sentence of nothing. A waste of potential...Just a waste.’

She did not speak aloud for fear that the child would hear her when she passed through. The Knight pulled back her hook as she approached the boy. He looked terrified of her, and truthfully, he had every right to be. Soldiers had stormed his neighborhood, his home, and he seemed to be all alone while everything else was on fire. “Hey…I won’t hurt you.”

The mask of the Knights Obsidian was not made for reassurance. Beneath it though, Naedira had soft features, chocolate eyes, and a disarming smile. She knelt down, wary, of the lack of integrity in the ceiling but didn’t approach right away. She didn’t want to spook him more. “Where are your parents? Are they here?”

The boy looked at the floor, immediately shook his head, and tears welled. It was clear that something traumatic had happened because a moment later the little one dove at her. Naedira tensed, before softening, with little arms wrapped around her neck. She returned the embrace, murmuring soft words, before she stood with her temporary ward. Somehow, she balanced the clinging youngling on her hip, while still keeping a hand free for her weapon.

“Let’s get him to the safe zones. Perhaps, we can find out what happened to his parents.”

If not…If not, the Confederacy had plenty of people willing to take others in, especially, when they were young and lost. Naboo was one such world that was renowned for its refugee and relocation efforts. The boy was basically cutting off her air, squeezing so tight, but Naedira didn’t complain. Instead she pulled a scarf from around her neck and had him hold it over his mouth and nose.

“Moteé.”

She paused at the little voice. It took her a moment, but, she realized that was his name. “My name is Naedira. This is Alkor. We’re going to get you somewhere safe—All right?”

Nae could feel the kid nod rather than see it, and the trio would continue on, hopefully, toward more survivors from other quadrants. They hadn’t encountered anymore flame troopers thus far, but even with the surrender, she wasn’t holding her breath.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

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LOCATION: Arkham, Orbit​

FLAGSHIP: CNS Victator​

ALLIES: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Deleterious"] [member="Voph"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Asphyxion Ren"]​

FORCES

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• Lead Ship: The Victator, an Invictus-class Battlecruiser
• Composition:
• x3 Valiant-II class Star Destroyers
  ~ CNS Arkanis
  ~ CNS Valiance
  ~ CNS Valor
• x2 Nest-class Carriers
  ~ CNS Hardshell
  ~ CNS Rickrack
• x3 Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers
  ~ CNS Windbreak
  ~ CNS Retribution
  ~ CNS Doppelganger
• x2 Diamond Mk II Cruisers
  ~ CNS Lumberfall
  ~ CNS Barrium
• x4 Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships
  ~ CNS Cherobyl
  ~ CNS Dartmont
  ~ CNS Xavier
  ~ CNS Apecs

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"The Obstruction has surrendered, High Marshal. High Marshal Voph's forces are taking care of the remaining First Order elements."

Kiff nodded. "That's good. Dispatch a team of dropships to intercept any shuttles or escape pods and bring them onboard. Captured prisoners will be evaluated for any medical injuries then put in the hold until we can figure out what to do with them. Meanwhile, get me a line with the Commanders of the Hardshell and Dartmont." The communications officer nodded, and Kiff turned away from the transparisteel viewport to the large holotable that sat in the back-middle of the bridge, behind the crew pits and in the middle of the command center. Several officers stood huddled over it, watching their holo-displays as a live-time feed of the aerial battle played out live. He could see the burning carcass of the Obstruction in the middle as the two Imperial Star Destroyers were being lighted up by Voph's forces. Markers and icons signified fighter formations, escape pods and other ships of interest, and in the background he could see the Repository, the main objective of the mission. He pursed his lips as he stared at the holoimage before turning his attention to the battle at present.

He did hope that Voph didn't do anything rash. It would be all too easy to let the order drop and have those transports and escape pods ignited in tiny balls of fire, but it wouldn't be so nice if the intergalactic community -- or even some nosy Viceroyals -- got wind of that. It would be better for everyone if they just captured the surrendered First Order forces and found out what juicy intel they had. Kiff's thoughts were interrupted by the communications officer, again. "Captain Katta and Ceron standing by, High Marshal."

Kiff cleared his throat before giving a short gesture towards the communications officer. "Put them through." He squared his shoulders as the display of the battle was vanished, replaced by the holographic frames of Captain Katta of the Dartmont and Commander Ceron of the Hardshell. They were good men, loyal and able to follow orders efficiently, making them a valuable asset to Kiff. They both saluted as Kiff's holographic image probably burst to life aboard their ship, and Kiff nodded for them to be at ease. "Captain Katta. Commander Ceron. I'm going to need you for a rather improvised plan."

The two officers nodded, both of them used to Kiff's impulsiveness. Kiff appreciated their gung-ho attitudes, and continued. "As of the moment, we have some operatives rather dear to the Confederacy on that big wheel orbiting the planet. I want both of your ships to go help them out; Katta, you will be landing reinforcements and securing a landing zone to safely evacuate our forces at the Repository, and feel free to blast anyone that shoots with you. Ceron, your fighters will be necessary to prevent anyone from the First Order fleeing. There is valuable information on that station, and it would be in our best interest to not lose it."

Katta and Ceron nodded, giving a brief salute before signing out as their image was once again replaced by a hologram of the battlefield. Kiff furrowed his brow before tilting his head towards one of the display technicians. "Focus on the Repository, will you?" The technician nodded, and a few seconds later the view shifted to focus on the holorepository, drifting in orbit of Arkam. His eyes narrowed as he saw a small, sleek transport drawing nearer to the station, and his breath hitched when he realized it was Asphyxion's personal ship. Nothing else in the First Order fleet was that fancy. The Dartmont and Hardshell better get there fast, he thought as he turned away from the holotable. Time to make a call to Voph.

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Meanwhile, the Ground forces continued their work, securing more and more sectors. As their conquest rumbled on, it became apparent that the most urgent need was not to subdue the First Order forces, but to provide medical support to the civilians that were still clinging on in Asulon city. Most of the buildings had crumbled, and cries for water and relief echoed throughout every street, block, and sector. The brutality and inhumane cruelty of the First Order was transparent in Asulon City, and lines for medical supplies were being formed at various hastily-established checkpoints and the command center itself.

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FLEET ACTIONS

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• Dartmont and Hardshell are redeploying towards the holorepository.
• Fighter squadrons from the Hardshell ​are targeting Asphyxion Ren's transport.

GROUND ACTIONS

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• Forces deployed have established a landing zone, command center and are claiming dominance over Asulon City
• Checkpoints and medical stations have been established. Relief efforts are getting underway.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Keva continued her way through the ruins, quite proud of herself all things considered. The Imperial ground forces would be utterly annihilated with that single strike, not quite often she was able to truly take the glory for a victory. Pride was a helpful tool sometimes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Though she paused in her stride, looking up to Kaz when he spoke: he was annoyed, she could tell that much. To little shock, but he didn’t understand the nuance in her statement. Alas, the confines of her own inability had made expressing such nuance between the expendability of droids would be difficult.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But after he spoke, Keva actually chuckled. Knocking a knuckle against the hull of her mighty droid guard, shaking her head: she was actually amused by the whole thing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You are not basic. We talk later about this?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She wanted a translator to truly express her opinions here, the confines would have to be broken now. She continued on afterwards, uncaring about the carnage: or at least her face didn’t show anything.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her mind was actually a wild field of ideas, how to rebuild the city, going and fortifying it to actually be able to defend itself against a ground invasion, killing fields in the street, AA batteries...the usual things. It was important to consider, and she would greatly enjoy diving into the defense budget to create more fortified planets. And then the fireworks came, the whine of the torpedoes leveling almost the entire warehouse save for a crumbling section in the back. Good. Efficient and effective. No Imperials would make it out of that massacre.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]After a few more brief moments, her comms buzzed. And she shouted out a command to her forces:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Stop![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Imperials have surrendered!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]She clasped her hands behind her back, slowly nodding her head in satisfaction. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

As the droid walked amongst with the group, his optic lens looked down to the ground, his mechanical fingers drumming against his own leg, a light 'DING' of metal followed from this, it wasn't too loud as to alert enemies but a simple way to pass time, as the hulking droid marched further to victory, excitement coursed throughout the droid or rather if he did have emotions.

As the chiss brought her hand against the droids torso, he looked down to her blue hand, the officer might have been his handler, but he wasn't going to let her dishout a side of disrespect to the droid, "We will talk later." The unit repeated coldly, or rather plainly in his own opinion, his large feet making imprints against the dirty and ruined floor of the battlefield.

Watching the smoke rise in the air, the whole army of the confederacy had caused this, the droid almost wish he was a human just to be able to feel the pride running through his being or to smell the smoke and the smell of artillery raining down on the enemies, just to have adrenaline running through his being was enough to get the droid in a good mood.

As he was about to let off a rain of blaster bolts, his arm went rigid as he heard the command to cease fire, the wrist blaster sliding back into its compartment within the metal cavern of the hulking droid. His online HUD registering the command, his arm falling dormant back to his side.

He looked down to Keva with a light huff before raising his voice. "What now Marshal? Do you wish for this unit to scout the battle ground and survey?" Kaz asked as he wiped some debris off his shoulder. Making sure to wipe off the dirt that had scoured his body.

Making sure to stay on guard for a ambush if anymore units had decided to sneak up on them, his arms may have stayed dormant at his side but the unit was ready for anything to jump out at the group, even if they did have a full battalion of droids with them.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: Figure out how to stop the master of Ren
Location: Arkam
Tags: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Damsy Callat"] [member="Daxton Bane"]
Post: 5

Darkness, it was overwhelming, the srouce coming from inside the library where Damsy and Allya were fighting the Master of Ren, a small wave of panic coming over Kurenai, thinking that the dark lord was about to possibly finish off the two younger Knights. For better or for worse such an outcome did not take place, but it was not all sunshine and rainbows as a sudden tremor and depressurization engulfed the rooms as the hull became breached.

Instantly her mag boots locked her feat to the ground, using the force to keep balance as air rushed past and out of the gap leading into the void of space, where which she could sense the master of Ren. Why had he performed such a reckless action, unless... no that couldn't be right, kark, her teeth clenching with anger, he had gotten away and with the prize they had so desperately tried to defend. Taking a few deep breath she calmed down, at the same time the walls self sealing, a proper sense of gravity coming back to her body, slumping for a second before inspecting the damage, scanning for the two younger knights that had been in the room.

Hastily she ran over to Allya, able to feel their pain through the force, kneeling next to the armor women. "Allya, are you okay? what happened in here"? Came a slightly frantic question, just after the women finished talking to who she assumed to be Voph or Metus. For the moment they just had to hope the Ren would be kept in placer by their fleet, but considering the massive distraction already underway is was hard to know if they had time or the ability to divert forces to their location. "Dam it, there has to be some fighters around here, some ship to chase him in... what craft did the First Order troops arrive in"?

What ever it was she hoped such a craft was fast at the very least, they just needed something to slow down their escape long enough for reinforcements to come around.

 

[Kaden Farr]

“He will never admit it, but he helped push her toward the Sith more than he stopped her,” Kaden spoke of Metus and his interactions with Yasha. Kaden refused to speak her name in the presence of his mother any longer. He was the son of anger itself, fitting considering the one who had found him. His words sat for a moment as Kaden pondered Metus’ intentions. They had been good, but misguided. “We all thought she could be Mando’ad, he most of all saw potential. Instead she chose another way and tainted the purity of our ways. She has crushed many, spurned him as well, and if you can show Metus the same path you have shown me, he will comply. He has other weaknesses his stubborn mind will bend toward if you cannot make him see reason.”

The subject was not a pleasant one for Kaden. How he still remembered the arguments and the long nights trying to help the woman understand her role to lead in a way that she embodies the Resol’nare. Instead she had trampled it, and in turn rejected him because he demanded better of her. His sacrifice for her and their now twisted and corrupted daughter, it had all been in vain.

A slight nod was offered toward [member="Darth Elyria"] despite the fact she could not see it. She was his guiding light, or petals she was so devoid of it that naming her for it was fitting. The irony intrigued Kaden, and she was certainly a woman of many ironies. A mother yet not, and woman without form were only a few of the things she could boast. Kaden smiled at the thought.

“And you will guide more. I am but the first of many sweet mother.”

Selene wanted to see the devastation. Death and fear was the food she craved, the sustenance that would bring her into this world from the ethereal plane she occupied. Kaden wanted nothing more to see her, to hold her in his arms as any son who cherished his mother. His feet moved before she could finish. The eye of the storm was what she needed, and Kaden moved toward the remains of the worst of it.

Countless numbers of bodies littered the way. Fire and flesh filled the air and nearly overpowered the sweet jasmine which told Kaden she was still with him. His mother would be pleased, and Selene would drink her fill as soot and ash rained down on his dark ebony armor. Kaden continued on to the worst of it, the places where those who were still dying screamed in agony begging whatever god they worshiped to take their lives quickly. This was what Elyria needed. This would be a feast worthy of her renown.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

She defied him nonverbally, careful and mindful of the child's frailties. He looked at it no more than the time it took to assess its chances of survival. Without Knight Darcrath, they were negligible. However, the woman saw fit to give him a new lease on life and the chance to go into the system back in Golbah, where the Force only knew what fate might unfold for him. She was, begrudgingly, correct that preserving what lives they could was in their directive.

He could not disobey that order, even against his better judgment. Alkor turned away the woman said to get the child to safety, and he pulled the hood back over his head. His face was obscured once more by the mesh that lit up and showed his HUD. Ever faceless.

He moved ahead of the other two, weapon low but still ready as he took over the point position to ensure their safety as they moved to extraction. Alkor had never been good with children, even when he was a child. The few interactions he had with family's infants, school age, and adolescents were almost all decidedly abrupt. When he wasn't fascinated with the subtleties of their culture, he was unamused by their lack of discipline.

They moved in relative silence, beyond the intermittent tears of the child and muffled reassurances from the woman that everything would be just fine. Alkor pressed on toward the rendezvous point, and lit the signal flare to flag down the LAAT. Several minutes more passed without interruption, leaving them eerily surrounded by the hollow corpse of Asulon City.

He finally let out the breath he had been holding when their ride came. "Alright," he muttered, "we're going home."

[member="Naedira Darcrath"]

 

[Queen Bots™]

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Mission Log [Arkam]:

They had not agreed to terms. They had not spoken with genuine thoughts on forming a peaceful resolution. There was only a reaction, a dire one, that perpetuated the cycle of death that Confederacy seemed capable of cultivating so well. Enemy ships signaled for surrender. They powered down their weapons, they begged for mercy, but there would be none. The butchers of Arkam would be blown out of the sky with deliberate intention. They would not be permitted to live, save, past their potential usefulness for information. ​

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Several of the finest that the CIS had to offer were injured in the assault. Like most, they gave it their all, but even that wasn’t enough to keep them from harm. The main instigator escaped. There would be a debriefing to try and ascertain all the information they could on this new enemy, but in the meantime, taking care of their own—And now Arkam—Took precedence.​

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From the kaleidoscope of color blended into the beauty of realspace while a new fleet of Confederate ships made their way toward Arkam. These did not have much in the way of weaponry, but what they did have, was supplies, medical droids, and prefabricated shelters. They had gotten used to requiring relief efforts in many of their movements across the stars. Their territory grew, however, so did their responsibilities. Each new world presented a new challenge, a new need that had to be met, and another million, billion, mouths to feed. It was boggling to know that through the low tax they placed throughout their domain they were able to aid worlds like this.​

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Worlds that burned—For no other reason than the greed of a misplaced entity with a few starships and access to flame troopers. People were what made a nation. Not droids, not credits, but people. Without them…What was the point? What did they want to govern? Worlds of ashes?​

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It was with that in mind that the majority of the CIS would place chasing the enemy on the back burner until they could regroup and ensure that the enemy presence had indeed been vanquished. Some units, some individuals, would still follow through. It was their mission and nature to hunt every negative element from their space, and remove it, as one would a cancer. Others would try and follow through with the few captives they retained. A small handful of troopers had been taken alive, but most, had forced their hand in the end. More bodies for the pyre. While several key points of Arkam were set aflame there have been several safe zones set up, especially, near the remains of Asulon City.​

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It seemed that the areas with the largest populations were targeted, though, that was the only common denominator. The tactics of the radical remnants of the First Order left gaps in what they should have seen. The flame troopers weren’t really searching for anything, save, to root out civilians they could destroy. It was [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] who finally filled in the blanks. The Ren had come for the Holorepository. The massacre of Arkam...​

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It was just a distraction.​

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For now, Arkam, with the aid of the Confederacy, will lick its wounds and rebuild. It will be a slow process. The people are fearful, in agony, and emotionally disturbed at the level of violence that they have witnessed. The government had all but shut down, save, for the highest among them that had been removed from danger at the first sign of trouble. They were glad to accept the aid, but, they were still a little shaken. Suspicious. ​

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It would take time to earn their trust. But, as a hand was extended in their hour of need—Arkam accepted the support and all that came with it.​

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Mission Log Amendment | 1.03.94 |:

- A mysterious force seemed to attack both [member="Voph"] and [member="Darth Metus"]. It caused the Vicelord to pull back to the edge of the system.

- Who were the Ren that escaped the assault? Will the Confederacy see them again? What did they want with the Holorepository? The Divisions of the Confederacy will hunt these assailants to the fringe edges of the galaxy, and further, if needed.

- All systems retain bolstered patrols and threat levels have been raised to accommodate any possible incursions. Arkam will immediately be added to the protective detail.

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Several Investigations Pending Approval...Pending...Mission Accepted. ​

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The Confederacy is Watching​

Spoiler: OOC

Note: As usual, please, continue your individual stories. You all did wonderfully!

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Pride sweltered in the Chiss’s form, and she allowed herself a rare smile. Her red eyes glazing over the total carnage inflicted on this world, a scar, that in due time would be covered up. Arkham would rebuild, as all worlds did.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Progress had demanded another sacrifice, and Asulon City had been that sacrifice. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The first objective had been fulfilled, they could now focus on civilian aid and remain for the most part unharmed. The battle was won in the style of crushing and brutal victory that Keva preferred, watch the Imperial dogs run and lick their wounds. If they survived that long.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She turned to Kaz, bellowing out another command to her force. Her time here was done.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Imperials forces destroyed! Begin civ rescue!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Though, just maybe, it may have been a bit too late for that.[/SIZE]

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

Kaz had many doubts that had begin to swell in the droids mind, well of course if he had one. Sure UBD-028 wasn't a tactical droid, but he knew how fragile the human body could be, there was no way there could have been any human survivors in that, Kaz was simply underestimating if any of the humans could survive such carnage, and such a wreck that they had caused.

They had made much progress on the city, from carnage to the death of a plethora of troops, they had won against those dirty imperials. Kaz was overjoyed, well as overjoyed as his wires and sensors could allow him to be.

"Order received, Marshal Keva I will be staying at your side for the remainder of this battle period to ensure the safety of your own being." The hulking metal said as he did a right turn to scan the droids that had begun to rescue what little was left of the civilians.

"Marshal, do you think the civilians really survived?" The droid asked abruptly, though he probably already knew the Chiss's answer, just wanting to see if she lived up to it, clasping his hands behind his back as he watched the platoon of droids advance the metal marching sounding for all to hear.

Though who knew? Maybe Kaz was wrong and the civilians had lived, but after a wave of both artillery and plasma? He had his doubts, though maybe one of the droids would simply prove him wrong.

Bringing his foot down against the debris covered floor he kicked some of the stone away from where they were standing almost dusting the area to be curt to the officer standing next to him.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Cypher]

Flagship: C.N.S Invincible
Allies: [member="Voph"] [member="Kiff Brayde"]
Objective: Destroy First Order Remenats

High Marshall Rage felt his new ship lurch into regular space. As he looked around he saw flames. Was he too late? Did [member="Voph"] and [member="Kiff Brayde"] have all the fun. Nah there were remenats that were were waiting to be destroyed. The confirmation of his appointment to High Marshall wasn't over but as far as he was concerned the Core Armada was his. He feared he would have to arrive late yet again in the next major engagement unless he was confirmed. " Captain, report" he ordered " There is a group of First order ties approaching our position High Marshall." replied the Captain. He ordered a Droid to move aside as he began to move the ship in a position that would allow him to execute his new special move the OUTRAGE. He watched in awe as those fighters began to explode under the pressure that all the guns aboard the ' Invincible' provided . He was and not certain was back.






***This is done as my Character [member="Cypher Rage"]. I couldn't login to his***

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Hands still clasped behind her back, Keva continued to walk. Surveying the carnage as the calm finally settled over the ruined remains of the City. Still, she could not help but mentally acknowledge the wonderful work they had done here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Nodding at her head at the droid, the Chiss took some time to ponder his question. It wasn’t inherently a small city, and debris from the orbital battle had been for the most part minimal...many factors to consider.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Some.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A basic answer, but it was less taxing on her brain than trying to articulate anything impressive. Of course, the CDF’s help would be needed if people actually were supposed to survive the still raging inferno.[/SIZE]

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

Walking along with his handler the crunch of gravel beneath his footing could be heard. The footprint of the droid being left behind as he mimicked the stance Keva was in, his hands staying firmly planted behind his back, each finger knotted between eachother locking into place, his sensor targeting onto some inactive corpses in the distance. Kicking a piece of rubble against the floor that was sent spiraling against the floor, a light huff leaving the droid as he looked upon the battlefield

There was two scorch marks against the droids chest, some paint would probably have to be reapplied later, but man was Kaz a hulking beast. The green flaky paint chipping at the ends and flaking to the floor. A mechanical hum began to emanate from the droid. Now that the droid had gotten his share of combat, he was no longer in a frenzy. Keeping a close eye in on the distance, he didnt want another assassination attempt on Keva, even though he disliked her.

The droid almost laughed at her answer, he wasn't confident that any citizen in this current sector survived, or maybe that was how suspicious the droid was. Deciding to be honest or straight forward with Keva. "I do not believe any of this civilians have survived such wreckage." Kaz said simply probably speaking out of turn for her.

"After the rescue of these civilians we will be reporting to your personal ship? If so I will require a new coat of paint added to my factorial unit; though i sustained no damage, you don't want to be seen with a ugly looking droid." UBD-028 stated as he walked along with her.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

Even with the fires still raging throughout the city and odd blaster shot to signify the small but continuing struggles in the city. Keva was calm, the more "rabble" focused droids had been sent ahead to find what they could, and recover any bodies worth returning to their families (if any of said family survived, that was). She had enough of combat for today, all that remained now was to give those who had fought so well a pat on the back for the fairly efficient elimination of the enemy.

At his comment, she merely shrugged. Checking wouldn't hurt, crushing pragmatism didn't need to be applied in this scenario. Clean up was clean up, messy, and occasionally would yield good results.

"People are uglier."

She responded to the droid's quip with a dry laugh, there were many, many, less than pleasing looking people in the Galaxy. And even uglier looking aliens she had worked with or fought during her younger years.

"Yes, K'aszuso K'ticah awaits. We can speak there."

Calm, of course, didn't mean she wasn't going to remain painfully to the point.

[member="UBD-028"]