Faction Attack on Aaris III - Faction Fisticuffs.

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Aaris III, The Outer Rim Territories.
Featuring: The Children of the New Order.
Tags: The Council of the Living Force, The Outer Planets Alliance.

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The Outer Planets Alliance influence was steadily growing, and so too were the co-aligned Force User organization's leadership under it's banner, today known as the Council of the Living Force. Their role within the Outer Rim Territories varied in priority as much so as their individual ideologies, yet above all else, the one thing they could agree upon was that some semblance of order and justice was to be maintained under the watch of Alliance Command.

For Caedyn Arenais, this meant maintaining the activity and training of the Jedi Enclave of Svivren, abiding by the Jedi Code, and doing all that was within his ability to be a positive influence upon a Galaxy that was so often victimized by the ambitions of the rich and powerful, the political and the militant corrupt. Politics was everywhere, yet with the Outer Planets Alliance, there was a fair degree in leniency in how the Council of the Living Force was permitted to operate. Providing the ends justified the means, it didn't matter so much as to the resources they required nor the tactics in how they met their objectives; so long as Alliance Command saw to the continued growth and interests of the Outer Planets Alliance hold of it's territories. In this, the Jedi of the Outer Rim were a just Order, and acted with integrity in all that they sought to do for their Citizens.

However; To the North the Sith Empire flourished, and the many world's and nations to the west of the Outer Planets Alliance, still recalled the legacy of the First Order and their Imperial regime. Followers of these two Imperial powers still remained and often sought to dissuade the OPA's growth and continued progress. Enter The Children of the New Order and their target deep within Alliance Space, Aaris III.

The renewed City of Kastays, the Capital settlement of Aaris III has come under attack. A great Fleet if Imperial Destroyers descends upon the World firing upon the Settlement ahead it's personnel carriers headed for the City. Already reports are flooding in of Sith attacking the local citizenship, whilst legionaries support the onslaught with heavy blaster-fire.

The call for reinforcements and urgent support has rang out across Outer Planets Alliance communication channels, demanding immediate aid in the hope of subdueing this vile attack and seizing those responsible, to stand trial for their crimes.

OOC Information:
This is a faction thread for the Outer Planets Alliance & The Jedi Enclave of Svivren.
Opposing (Darkside or Imperialists, Mercenaries etc) Players are allowed to join, providing they first post here.

Objectives:
1. Join in and have some fun, whether on the ground or fleeting against NPC Opposition.
2. Partake in PvP if available opposition chooses to join.
3. Bring your own story.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Orbit
Allies: OPA
Enemies: CNO

Even with the Dosuun Hegemony being shaken on Varonat, some other FO subfaction was marshalling for attack on Aaris III, coming in from much further north than Varonat or Mustafar. Therapy Command was, as usual, ready to provide medvac, but also the escorts that medvac on that scale requires. Also, the main units of the fleet were undergoing refits, so that at least some of them can be up to date. Even though they are still as slow as they were before. And the refits extended to fighters as well, since OPA was more interested in using fighters in a defensive stance, strategically speaking, while acknowledging that hyperdrives were still of some use. With the fighters being loaded with cluster missiles, heavy proton bombs or, for the two endurance configurations, preheat the ordnance, Therapy Command was ready to engage the enemy, with the aim of denting the escorts in the first volley enough to then conduct a bombing run, and, of course, engaging the enemy capital ships from range, hopefully from flank, or behind. Or even from underneath. Especially since most Imperial remnants tended to fight within standard turbolaser range. As the fleet starts deploying...

"Hostiles detected! First Order make, they appear to be somewhat aged, but stay alert!"

"Battle stations! Our priority is to keep the medvac safe as they land, cover their descent, and we may be able to fire at the enemy from the underside! Have interdictors trained on the reactor domes of their biggest ships!"

 

[Agrippa]

He believed the epidemic on Kastays was the only issue to be solved. How wrong he had been.

After a week of tireless attempts of contaminating the city and healing those sickened, a pro-Sith legion of raiders attacked. Under the gruesome volley of turbolaser fire from above and the heavy fire of blasters on the streets of the city, Jedi Padawan Sigurd of Teta found himself trapped. Alarms chimed, signals for help were sent to the Alliance but would they arrive on time?

Question after question piled in his mind opening a gap in his focus. A trooper found it surgically and a blaster bolt struck his arm. Sigi's lightsaber fell deactivated as he tumbled to cover behind the walls of a crumbling building. For the citizens of Kastays who saw the young Jedi as a beacon of salvation, witnessing him drop his lightsaber quickly extinguished even the smallest bits of hope. Through the Force he felt the shadow of impending doom engulf them and...an acceptance of fate. Fate decreed upon them by the tyrannous fists of the Sith.

No.

Sigi had to persevere. For himself, for Kastays.

For the good.

 

[Oros]

Agrippa fell and his lightsaber clattered in the dust. Crumbling debris quickly buried it in Kastays rubble. The dust and stone began to vibrate until a scuffed hilt slowly reemerged from its grave and floated back towards the Jedi Padawan. A calming presence touched his mind and the pain in his arm began to recede.

A Jedi's lightsaber is a part of him, the Celegian Master's sonorous thought tones filled his mind with meaning, To lose it is to lose a piece of yourself.

Oros was floating in the ruins of a bombed out shelter nearby. Aaris civilians cowered under the protective dome of his powerful psychic barrier. So far the librarian had managed to absorb everything these Sith cultists had thrown at him. His powers however were not unlimited. Eventually he too would be overwhelmed in the great conflagration.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Attire: [X] [X] [X] [X]
Location: City of Kastays, outskirts
Tag: Oros | Caedyn Arenais | Agrippa | open

't Was always a boon to have a ship which was so hard to detect it could be seen as a mere particle of spacedust on the radar. Despite th fact that he had the full might of the Eriadu system to play with, Credius was not keen on utilizing it so openly, not when he was doing that which was necessary for his own survival. He had to do things no other would be able to understand, not those of the confederacy nor those of this pathetic Outer Planet Alliance and certainly not those damned Sith, who were so bound to a stifling regime that he wondered if the jedi and the sith had managed to exchange their systems and codes.

While the planet was seemingly being bombarded by a multitude of ships, the masked man managed to slip through the next in his Arrow class interceptor, finding himself in a particularily unsafe spot, with buildings being torn to shreds by the orbital bombardment from up high. Alas, it seemed that this unprovoked attack upon their city, their nation, the planet they called hom, seemed to either scare the people to death or in some rare cases, apparently embolden them to accost those they thought to be the enemy. "Pitiful and senseless violence," As a man ran up to him with what the masked monster could only surmise to be a butcher's cleaver or something, Credius spared no time in his reaction, reaching out with his hand to grab the poor man's face, whoinstantly started to scream as a black mist seemed to form around the masked monster's hand, draining the poor civilian of both the will to fight and the life to resist. "Hardly satisfactory to my taste, I need more...nourishment."

Removing his hand, the masked monster continued to walk forward, letting go of what had once been a man, now reduced to no more than a dried up, leathery prune of a corpse, devoid of any life or meaning. Credius could sense it, the presence of various lifeforms strong enough in the force to nourish him, to feed this gnawing hunger which had welled up in him after the incidents on Atrisia.

Attuning his senses, searching through the force itself, the masked monster tried to locate those who were tied to it strongly enough to be savory enough for his new palet of taste and desires. Sith, Jedi, whatever they called themselves, it did not matter, as long as there was life to be consumed, power in the force to be absorbed and knowledge to be gained, there would be a hunt and there would be prey for the predator which he had become.

Eventually, Credius found himself turning around a street's corner, staring blankly at a small number of sith troopers seemingly enjoying the sport of the hunt themselves, but in their case, they were hunting unarmed and unprotected civilians. However, when they noticed the masked monster, they turned their rifles at him, squeezing their triggers almost simultaneously, only for the blaster bolts to end up hovering in the air before Credius, seperated from his physical form by but a few inches, the mask-wearing monstrosity barely moved his fingers, sending the frozen blasterbolts back to their originators, hitting some of the troopers in the legs, shoulders and even the gut as they were returned to them.

Motioning towards a single trooper, the soldier got pulled up from the ground, turned around in mid air facing directly towards the masked monster and seemingly pulled towards the mysteriously red-robed man with little effort. "Tell me, where are your masters...where are your targets? You will tell me...for I hunger," It was apparently a rethorical question, as before even a peep could escape from within the trooper's helmet, the masked man's hand had already reached for said helmet, a muffled scream coming from the trooper as the life was drained out of him. "This is still not enough..."