Public Atrisia II: Electric Boogaloo.

[Wyatt Morga]

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The call from Jend-Ro Quill had come with a fleet of refugees - Padawans and more that spoke of a God-King come home; a prodigal second coming that couldn’t be let pass. Unfortunately, the Order was poor - it didn’t have a standing fleet to blockade the coming armies, nor did it have much of anything beyond gumption.​

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But Gumption it had in droves.​

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It took him a moment to collect some loyal groups, but that came with him was a fleet of partially militarized civilian vessels - and a collection of Jedi to follow. Small was an understatement, it was more a swarm of flies than a true threat - but it wasn’t the ships themselves that was meant to serve as the danger, but the men and women on board. Wyatt, among them, stood in the bay of a freighter - the pilot a man that owed him a favour for saving his life more than a few times.​

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“We’re in sight, Morga.”, he shouted from the pilot seat - to which Wyatt only nodded.​

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He had to find where Mythos was, see that this reclamation of Atrisia failed now before it grew into something dangerous. The Dark Side was a cancer, and if it were not systematically plucked from the bone, then it would spread ever virally. Wyatt’s thoughts knew this, but it was a harsh truth to his pacifist ways -​

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Lord Mythos had to die.​

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Wyatt closed his eyes as they sped towards the fleet, and the planets before them. Jedi were all around, and there was only a few moments to collect his thoughts before the worse was to come. He only hoped he’d been fast enough to save those few others - to provide support for the Jedi still on the planet.​

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[Aaran Tafo]

He was glad that the Jedi forces were finally mobilising. Favours were called in, forces were mustered. Aaran had even relinquished his precious Freebird to a more skilled volunteer pilot. The Padawan was half decent at flying. But in situations like this, he would rather have someone skilled at the helm flying his bird. Saving those they could.

He sat across from Wyatt Morga . Doing his best not to stare. But the Padawan could not help but notice the pensive look on the Jedi Master's face. It did not take a genious to see there were dark thoughts rattling about in the elder Jedi's head. "Neverous as well? He asked, smiling a crooked smile as he attempted to banter with the older Jedi. Do what he could to distract him from any musings that could bring down his tranquility.

And to distract him from his own nerves.

In the heat of battle he could remain calm. Remain composed. But it was the waiting that killed him. Waiting for the ship to land. Waiting to ignite his saber and throw himself into the fray to protect life. It ate away at him. So he was looking to distract himself as much as the Jedi Master.

"Never been to this world. Hopefully I can see it without a Sith ruling over it. Dont think anyone wants Mythos to be swinging his Saber everywhere. Makes a mess no? Soft laughter echoed through the hold. A few others deciding to take comfort in the Padawan's jovial mood. Drumming his fingers on his knees. Aaran shifted slightly in his robes. Cracking his neck slightly.

"Well, whatever happens. You just focus on the blowhard. I'll make sure the raging egoist doesnt have anyone interfere."

"Sound good?

 

[Rik Perris]

Andrik too, was a decent pilot - you could swing a stick in a Perris family gathering and there was a high likelihood you'd hit someone who wasn't a slouch in the cockpit - but he wasn't flying today either. And even with the many thoughts weighing on his mind as of late, a portion of them going towards the recent debacle on Alderaan, Aaran Tafo made him laugh despite his own nerves. Jumping into the fray always brought with it that frisson of apprehension that only repeated exposure to these dangers and centering in the Force could hope to temper.

Now, just because he wasn't flying, didn't mean he hadn't stuck himself in the co-pilot seat for the trip in, and asked the pilot the odd question about the ship, or his methods, or... well, he tried to keep a cap on most of it, but his interest was genuine, while performing the duty expected of a co-pilot. After all, he didn't want to be a one-trick-pony with his flight skills. It was valuable to be able to fly a wide variety of vessels and cockpit setups; the life of a Jedi wasn't what you'd call monotonous. Andrik turned in the co-pilot chair to look aft, before getting up and joining Aaran and Wyatt Morga in the hold, brushing fingers over the hilt dangling at his side, outer robes billowing out lightly behind him, the green shades of the layers clearly marking him as one of Corellia's own.

"Sounds good," he came in, with semi-approval, "but don't hog all the work to yourself, man."

Andrik grinned a moment, with the light jab.

 

[Mythos]

Last time he did this, he had a mount. Walking was hard with his armor and cadre in tow, the people were a swarm as always. More and more they came, after a while he arrived in a small town and a bar in the middle of the road where even more people were waiting for him. Caravans, music, noise and the buzz and roar of the crowd grew larger and larger. This is what he loved doing, mixing with the crowd and enjoying the jubilation and decadence of the wild, uncontrolled nature of vices and pleasures.

Still, he wasnt as young as he used to be. He took a seat next to the bar and began speaking to the people, hearing their thoughts and problems, their trials and tribulations. Some came for blessings, some for questions and of course the more often than not loud and violent heckler. Usually put down by the people and guards themselves.

The First to arrive on scene were the great Yovshin swordsmen, the warriors of the people of Atrisia and their people. Mythos stood, offered his salute and sat back down, drinking a few hot sake for the senses. Now he sensed them, now he lit up a cigar of Dark Bota and waited for them to come here. The wall could wait and of course the people and their shadowy overlords were decades apart, they could wait too.

If they knew Mythos, they wouldt expect a saber, his Axe was on the table of the bar as well as on many flags and ornaments around these parts. The Axe united all, it was the symbol of the Jar'Kai, the Famed warrior of legend who made their stand at their destination.

This was his backyard for years, he knew every nook and cranny in the Cante, every shop from candies to every tea pot stand in the alleyways. His golden armor was the hot topic it would seem, it was new and not traditional much to the disapproval of the older veterans that used to fight beside him with tradition Atrisian Shogun armor. Mythos had to disagree.

"This armor is not only beautiful it makes me virtually invulnerable and allows me to take on multiple enemies at once as you shall soon see"

The people gasped, the questions and doubts were in the air but in response Mythos raised a golden finger into the air pointing a single transport. They would understand.

"They are here. I will try not to make a splat like that mess we had in Contrumm" He spoke to an old, grizzled man at the end of the bar who smiled back. Aohari Makashi, brother of Zaiga Makashi who died in Balmorra. Out of the Yovshin 550th Fleet only he of his family remained, an honorable warrior and damn hard to kill.

Rik Perris Aaran Tafo Wyatt Morga​

 

[Arashi Hagane]

The Yovshin Swordsmen fanned out around a figure who addressed the crowd. In hulking armor, the manned seemed not only to expect fealty from others, but also demand it. Arashi had felt such things before, always from the same spectres that haunted the killing fields.

A Sith.

It never mattered how highly they ranked, or how vicious they were when teeth were bared. A Sith always stank the same way. They exuded a sense of power and authority. They acted like they owned everything they laid eyes on.

Seized with the idea of their own freedom, they robbed it from others.

Arashi pushed through the crowd quietly as they cheered and seemed to rejoice in their own subjugation. He could tell that they knew this man, even if he did not. He sensed that their connection was deep, even if he did not fully comprehend it.

Even Arashi had heard of the man who ruled over Atrisia, Mythos. He had never seen the man, nor did he know much more about him, but all the pieces of the puzzle fit together. Mythos had returned to claim his throne.

And today, Arashi would break a throne.

The hilt of his Sai slipped into hand as he slid it out from where it lay dormant, threaded through two links of chain at his waist. Quickly, the clank and clatter of metal resounded as he unfurled the weapon and it slinked to the ground at his feet, rattling as he moved.

Armor like the Sith wore made blades largely ineffective. That made no matter to Arashi. There were many ways to kill a man. His hand gripped a length of the Phrik chain now, and as he emerged from the crowd, the counterweight flew forward at Mythos, aimed for the front of his face.

Mythos

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tana didn't say to much as he stood nearby to Junko, perhaps a odd sight to most but in reality the women was his current master, even if he was now a knight among the Jedi Order. Though it had been a while since the two had met and this sudden incursion by Mythos wasn't the most ideal circumstances to do such in, more so due to the lack of knowledge behind the Sith Lord.

His older sister had talked about the man from her time in the Ancient Eye but most of that knowledge was littered with religious nonsense and other strange things that didn't seem real. As for his mother, she knew a little about the former attempts to seize the throne by Mythos but in that case his mother hadn't been on world during said events. The main thing apparent was the mans persistence, it seemed time and time against the Sith lord would try to retake the world for himself and time and time again he failed at least he hoped so.

For now he'd wait beside the current ruling princess and await any instructions from her, or just keep her company, it had been a while since Tana had participated in a large scale battle and needless to say his skills were a little rusty. Something easily remedied at home, if said home was still around after today's battle, Sith weren't exaclty known for leaving a lot of stuff standing when invading.

Junko Ike

 

[Mythos]

A child to his eyes, he would be age of his son, blinded by either ideology, creed, religion, indoctrination or just hate. There would be many of these, as there always had been but Mythos had all knees bent not of fear but of loyalty. Ruling out of fear meant that things like this would happen, his absence did this, he would never leave them again.

The chain unfurled as the Sith lord puffed away at his cigar, he raised his eyebrow and stared directly at the weapon and the man casting his will over the force before his entire form. Such was his mastery over telekinesis that every chain, every link and every curve of momentum of the weapon stopped before it touched his flesh and before the gasps of terror and the action of the guardsmen came into motion.

He held his hand up, a gesture holding the guardsmen back. Ever disciplined. They obeyed.

He held him in place, he wouldn't hurt a hair on his head but he would bury his talons so deep into his mind through mentalism it would feel like a spike was jammed into his head. This was for both their safety. No drop of blood would be shed on his march but his own if he could help it.

"You have come far, to the land of your mother's birth to kill a man you've never known for a reason you cant explain, lost child of mine"

He let go, placed his hands behind his back and gave him a passionate yet stern stare, like a father expecting an explanation.

"What is your name?"

Arashi Hagane​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Zanza Hijikata Shira Varanin

Kay clenched her jaw as she heard Anok's voice boom in the bridge. A stowaway. Wonderful. Either they'd be trying to sabatoge or to take over the bridge. "Find them, track them down. Throw them in the brig. If they resist...do what Mythos would expect of you."

This was his ship afterall. Was she in command? More than likely none would have faith in her to lead.

More ships began popping up in orbit. "We need to stop reinforcements from coming in. Keep those ships busy and distracted." That would be what Mythos would order, right?

Something in her gut told her that she'd have to fight today. And she was not looking forward to it.

 

[Arashi Hagane]

There was cold fury in his red eyes as the man froze everything in time. He understood power, he had seen this before, but to feel it for himself made his blood boil. To command this level of power simply for one's own luxury was wasteful and spat in the faces of everyone who worked a steady job to keep their lives ambling along.

Arashi struggled against the invisible hand that gripped his body with obvious shifts and attempts to pull back. The Force sabotaged him at the other man's behest. The same power that drove his body forward through life now held him fast, binding him against the very purpose that gave him meaning.

It was his own sudden spark of power that touched the weight and wrested command of it back from the Sith.

While he could not free himself, he could guide the weapon to move once more. Even if it meant he would remain frozen for the time being, he would have blood.

He would fulfill his oath.

The weight, gripped now by an opposed force, shivered and ripped forward. Arashi sacrificed his own mobility to give the chain wings once more. It flew straight and true.

This was his answer.

Mythos

 

[Zanza Hijikata]

Chiharu whistled and bleeped.

Zanza stopped and whirled around, “What?”

The BB-8 droid was still plugged in and was monitoring communications and sensor alerts that were being transmitted across the ship. Chiharu whistled once more, notifying her master that they had landed and that Mythos had already disembarked. Then the next piece of information made Zanza cock her pink brow. There were others aboard and converging on their spot.

Zanza nodded and knelt to the droid, “Find them and help them navigate the ship. I will deal with the false king who defiles our ancestors lands. Now go!”

Chiharu nodded, unplugged and went off to find the others (Shira Varanin). Zanza stood up and gave a little prayer for the droid, she was a crafty one but, this was a tall ask. Then she marched from the room and entered a hallway. Reaching a port side window she eyed outside. The Sith King and his cohort had left for the palace and were now confronted by a legion of Yovshin swordsmen. Zanza’s arms curled into a fist, with the cybernetic one flexing its steel into low scrapping screeches. She threw out her hand and blew out the window.

With the Force she leapt out and landed on the earth and marched towards the seated Sith King. The light side boiled within her. She summoned the Force to propagate her mind and voice to all those who felt in the Force. To the Atrisian spirits of her ancestors, her lost house massacred by the One Sith and to her fallen Jar’Kai Shihi rebels who dwelled in the tombs nearby.

“Be with me my ancestors, my brothers, be with me…so I may cleanse this holy world of this dark filth,” she hissed.

Coming closer she then drew in her breath and in a Force Bellow screamed her challenged out. It belted from her mouth and shattered the air before it, supressing the Force around it and blasting a gale that carried her words.

“Mythos!” she howled, “Defile my home no more! I will rip out that 'royal' spine of yours and beat you to death with it!”

She then ignited her saber and pressed the Force into her legs, exploding into a Force sped charge.

Mythos , Shira Varanin Wyatt Morga Tanaski Yumi Junko Ike Arashi Hagane Aaran Tafo Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Darth Audroti]

Darkness clung to the corners of the crypt in which he resided. It was dank and mildew was rank within the air. Nothing stirred in the dark chambers. Not even a mouse. He had lay in a trance beneath the ground of Jar'kai for weeks, awaiting the return of the dark lord and god emperor Mythos. It was all apart of his plan. His plan to rend the nether world and conscious galaxy into one. Immortal life alluded him, but still yet, it would soon be his. Audroti stood from his sitting position atop the stone altar and lit his saber in response to the darkness that permeated all around him. The dim crimson light cast across a thousand glowing pods that resonated with the same deep crimson as the blade's caster.

He stared upon them in utter amazement. It was stuppifying. That someone could leave an army so entranced for so long underneath the very city that they had lorded over. Patiently awaiting for their return. Patiently awaiting the time to strike. He noted the genius move within his own mind and saved it for another ploy. As he rubbed the sands of sleep from the corner of his eyes he retrieved a book from the side of his hip. It was rancid with the stench of dark side magics and ate at the minds of any lesser beings who may be near by. It was Rage's tome, and it was foul in the stench of decay and suffering. He opened the novel and slit index finger as he did so. A thousand spirits resonated as the book tasted blood. The Sith lord merely cast a dull stare to their solemn cries of torture. Countless undead corpses awoke as the book's hide chapters turned upon one another. They stared with a undying hunger upon their lord and awaited his command. He smeared the page within his blood and uttered the curse within.

"Awaken my cursed children! For the night dawns and your lord returns!"

He echoed in his final chant. A million fist sprang forth from their incubatory states and broke glass, spilling vile liquid upon untrodden earth. They reached for stone or sword, whatever lay closest and prepared for war. They might have been awoken by the red alchemist, but they were now under control of the one true lord. The one and only Mythos. As they silently awaited his command Audroti stirred his own forces. A thousand undead and other Sith spawn turned in his wake. They clamored, clawed, and thirsted for the life that had been denied them. They were hungry for the morsels of flesh. They were thirsty for the ambrosia that was blood. He pointed up and the horde of demon spawn rushed forward towards their meal. Beneath the wall of Jar'kai they slumbered. Atop the wall of Jar'kai they would feast. Rend the flesh of mortals from their bones and choke on the ecstasy of their marrow. The living usurpers would know pain.

Rage's flaccid face turned from an expression of boredom to one of pure delight. He could not wait for the bloodletting to begin. For it was only in these few moments of pain. In these few moments of rage that he truly knew himself. He thirsted for suffering. He craved pain, and it was in those moments of evil that he truly thrived. It was in those moments of death that he truly was alive...

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Mythos]

So much anger, it drove him, it made him aim true, Mythos saw an apprentice. A good one, one of those old ones from the One Sith that died in Mon Calamari. He didint spoke, his only action was to kill, so absolutley blinded by it that he didint even notice that there were not one, but two Mythoses. He let the man fall and go through his charge as he never had left the bar, the sake was still in his hand.

Suddenly another mad jedi seemed to bee line to him through the crowd of people yelling obscenities. Better deal with these pests now before the Regent lord arrived. She fancied herself a warrior it seemed, and he fancied himself an avenger.

With the calm of monk he picked up the Axe of Adas from the table, dusted off the armor of gold and with one finger jabbed the mind of Arashi Hagane hard in the subconscious. His only command was his words. "Sleep...."

He sighed, paid his tab, took one more shot of sake and said his farewells to the old guard around. "It's been nice seeing you again. I fear we both might be too old for this"

He waltzed into the open streets and placed his Ax on his back, the roar and cheer of the people as he did. He used to perform like this with the Jar'Kai warriors of old, their feats and abilities bringing awe to the crowds. He wasnt here to show off tho, she wasnt some lost child or some rouge knight that lost his way no. He could feel it.

She was a proper light sided mad Jedi like all those he crushed in the republic under heel.

He smiled and screamed back.

" Come get me Robot queen!"

Zanza Hijikata

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Wyatt offered a quick smile, hoping to reassure Aaran of his resolve - losing that momentary melancholic look about him almost instantly.​

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“I’m always nervous before a fight.”, he said with a quiet laugh.​

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“Though; I’ve an idea would you guys be willing to hear me.”​

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Slowly, Wyatt stood from his seat and glanced about as a few of the more distant members in the freighter bay approached, hoping to hear what the Jedi Master had to offer - what plan that he had concocted, that was. Morga took a small smile on his lips, and that coy look on his face only grew sly as he spoke;​

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“We must protect Atrisia, that much is true - but what if we took Mythos’s ship for ourselves? Surely, we are Jedi - Not pirates, but we don’t own a ship like that, and we could turn it on the fleet. Even on the planet itself - against Mythos.”, he said with a glance about to those few in the room with him.​

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“What do you think, Jedi? Should we get ourselves a new ship?”​

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Aaran Tafo │ Rik Perris​

 

[Arashi Hagane]

Sleep.

It was a gentle command, subtle, but powerful. If not for the tenacity that fueled his flames, Arashi would simply have folded. He dropped to the ground and his chain quickly followed, raking the ground as it went limp.

The young man growled. He fell to one knee, shaking his head as his thoughts clouded and the urge to rest gripped his nervous system. More corruptive energy flooded him at the whim of this Sith that he sweat as he resisted.

He shook his head more vehemently as he fought. His mind moved over the sight of bodies mowed down in front of a blaster rifle, the rank and file of Stormtroopers marching as they took control of world upon world.

Tears streaked his cheeks as Arashi remembered why he fought. He remembered the things taken from him, and the things that were forced upon him. Compared to those, this lullaby that stroked his psyche was a cruel joke.

Yet still, he had to fight, because the enemy was strong.

Strong enough that he left Arashi to deal with his contrived slumber while he fought another enemy.

Mythos

 

[Shira Varanin]

MUKASHE CANTE RAVINE
LANDED MAGNUS BATTLECRUISER
ABOARD: Kay-Larr

This ship was a good four kilometers long. It had to have a hundred times that length in corridors alone. For someone used to shipboard life, a vessel this size offered a cornucopia of places to hide. Basic Jedi tricks fuzzed holocam systems and made troopers turn their heads at just the wrong moment. Shira kept her lightsaber deactivated except when she sensed screaming pain inside a power conduit. This ship, she realized with growing horror, was powered by Ssi-Ruuvi entechment.

Every time she turned on her saber and punched it through a wall panel, systems died in some small way, and tormented souls dissipated into the Force, at peace.

A small droid twittered down a nearby intersection. It seemed remarkably out of place - a jauntily painted BB unit on a Sith battleship. It beewooped around, clearly looking for something.

On instinct, Shira let it spot her and her inert saber. It twittered her way, talking almost too quickly to interpret, and interfaced with an offered datapad. She scanned its message quickly, huddled in a supply closet. Apparently the droid belonged to a Jedi named Zanza Hijikata , who'd gone off to fight Mythos elsewhere. The droid uploaded the ship's schematics, too, which helped but only once she mated them with a wayfinding program.

In place of fuel, it appeared the ship had only huge bays of prisoners and slaves waiting for entechment. Shira cringed but started moving that way. There had to be loading doors and such, ways to release the slaves and let Mythos' loyalists see the true nature of their king. Some wouldn't care. Most of them certainly would.

 

[Junko Ike]

Tanaski Yumi

The fight was proceeding different then she had expected while the jedi master listened to the reports. Tana was there with her and she looked over towards him offering a bow of her head as she motioned and heading outwards of the holosuite that was doubling as a command center. The area where they were was set up and is proper but she could see the yovshin as she spoke. "Things are going well enough, we have prepared for situations like this... mostly. I thought there would be more resistance met on our part but can't plan with such things... however we have yovshin moving through the streets to defend the people. We have the army and navy moving with the new air ships and jade screamer as will as the wu ga shi are here to defend the capital." She said it and rolled her shoulders as she walked taking a look. "Jar'kai is across the planet, we won't make it quickly but what we can do it work to help in the streets... well mountain passes." She said it with a smirk on her face as she was walking out some of the doors.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Shira Varanin

It was hard to know what was going on on the surface. But given that those on board the ship weren't running about like crazy, it must be okay. Hopefully she could keep things running here just as smoothly.

Kay thought about the stowaway. She closed her eyes and tried searching through the Force to find them, but with the awful way that this ship was powered, all that she could feel through the Force was agony.

Perhaps to make her feel more at home, Mythos had brought on board Commenori citizens that had left with him after the Seige by the Sith Empire. Several units of Commenori Regulars patrolled the ship, making sweeps of every corridor and room in search of the stowaway. The ship was vast in size, but there was only so many places to hide. It was all just a matter of time.

Kay kept still in the command chair. Inwardly she was getting a little bit anxious. Maybe this was all too much after her exile. But regardless she had to push through it.

"Let me know the second that the stowaway is found."

Words of acknowledgement were echoed on the bridge. More than anything she wanted this day to start all over again. And she wanted some tea.

 

[Darth Audroti]

Rage watched as the alchemical monsters he had created trudged through the tunnels towards the top of the walls of Jar'kai. He felt an ominous presence approach from behind him. It was seething in anger, steeped in the dark side. Rage turned to face the giant Massassi chieftain and acknowledged him with a droll glare. The pure bloods and Massassi may have been distantly related, but Rage viewed the Massassi as inept cousins. They were lumbering fools...

"Go, secure the wall and await Mythos's return," Audroti uttered with contempt.

The warrior let out a howl of delight and it was followed by a thousand more. Mythos's army had been awoken and now it marched to battle. Rage now had other things to prepare. He needed to be ready for the next step of the plan. He walked through the dark tunnels blindly. His red feral eyes the only thing that could be seen in the shadows. The march through the caverns was long, but not so long as to be a hindrance to his plan.

Slowly the cavern began to turn from plain rock to hollows of metal. Lights began to flicker to life as Rage passed each junction. Several crew men were bustling about as the Sith Lord marched upon the bridge. He heard the whispers of the ship. He heard the maniacal laughter of the Emperor's Will. It was a maddening thing. The heart of Rage's acquired ship. One of tainted kyber inscribed with indecipherable runes. Runes only beknown to the belated Emperor Palpatine. As Rage sat in the bridge he saw from the corner of his eye a silhouette move from the shadows. It approached and he felt a cold hand rest upon his shoulder.

"Good, good, my apprentice... You know what must be done, the fool Mythos is to weak to hurt his precious people, but we will show him the true meaning of power!"

Rage nodded, but did not dare look upon the shade. He knew what must be done and as he felt the hand leave his shoulder he knew the ghost had disappeared. A shiver of delight was sent up his spine as he telepathically touched the minds of his revenant crew. They manned their stations and slowly the mechanical star destroyer beneath the mountain was activated.

Great hurdles of earth were thrown about the landscape as engines primed and the ghost ship came to life. Rage awaited as the ship towered towards the Atrisian capital. He knew the ship would meet no resistance. The Dyson sphere worked both ways. Locking the defending forces out as well. If they were to lower the shields to face him it would surely mean the directorate forces would follow. They were doomed... Rage cackled madly at the thought of the countless millions soon to perish

 

[Shira Varanin]

GROUNDED MAGNUS BATTLECRUISER
It wasn't long before Commenori troops dragged Shira in front of Kay-Larr in stun cuffs and presented their leader with Shira's lightstaff. To Shira's surprise, she recognized the older woman.

"You're the Queen of Commenor, aren't you. Lady Kay Arenais. What in seven hells is Commenor doing, fielding a Sith warship run on mass human sacrifice?"

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Location : Atrisia
Objective : Help Mythos secure the throne of Atrisia
Enemies : Jedi Order , Local Artisan Opposition and Agents of Chaos
Allies : Followers of Mythos , Sith Beillegrants
Important Tags : Sor-Jan Xantha

Spoiler: Joint Sith-Directorate Task Force

• 1 Antigone Prototype Battlecruiser
• 2 Preventer Class Battecruisers
• 2 Praetorian-Class Star Destroyers
• 3 Pellaeon-III Star Destroyers
• 6 Subjugator-Class Star Destroyers
• 2 Planet Crackers
• 5 Angrammar Class Cathedral Ships
• 5 Retribution Class Heavy Missile Corvette

Only shortly after the arrival of Sith and Directorate Forces , the situation on Atrisia escalated , Lord Mythos’s Flagship soon landed on the planet and the Sith Lord began gathering his supporters only to face opposition on the planet while Jedi Warships began to arrive at the system under the command of the Child General Sor-Jan Xantha of the Silver Jedi. The Silver Jedi General soon sent a message to the Sith and Directorate Fleets demanding a withdrawal of their forces to begin negotiations , but Adam Versili had a different view on the current situation.

As the Jedi Ships closed in on the Sith-Directorate Forces , Adam Versili soon relayed a message to the Jedi Flagship. “This is Admiral Adam Versili , we are willing to commence negotiations though only if you met with Lord Mythos directly on the surface with no escort whatsoever. I would also ask you to keep your Jedi Fleet at a distance from our Fleet.This is the only term that we shall accept for negotiations. Otherwise we will be ready to press Mythos’s Claims if necessary.“

Soon after sending the Message , Adam Versili then contacted the Secondary Fleets under the command of Kaine Hamilton in which would be sent to reinforce the Forces of Lord Mythos and would move forth to secure control over the other planets within the Atrisian System and too ensure that Mythos’s rule would endure in the Atrisian System and to ensure that even if the Sith Lord was kicked out of Atrisia itself he would be able to wage a war against the Jedi within the Atrisian System and nearby systems.

Soon , additional reinforcements would be on their way to the Atrisian System soon ready to establish blockades on the 4 other planets within the system and ready to unleash their invasion forces and secure the planet for Mythos and his Resurgent Atrisian Empire and once those reinforcements would arrive , nothing would stop Mythos and his allies from restoring the Atrisian Empire.