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Location: The Devestator, Ord Radama Objective: Secure the Devestator Allies: TRE, [member="Vrak Nashar"] Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Arisa Yune"]
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The sphere in the middle of the room was almost halucinating. His eyes focused on the sphere, as his mask switched back into it's original scanning form. Three red eyes emitting from the front as he scanned over it. Sensing the power emitting from it as he stepped closer, though eventually stopping seeing Vrak make his way over to collect it. He knew that it was time, victory was near. All they had to do was... grab it.
With a swipe of his hand Vrak collected it. He could sense the power not only flowing through the room but more specifically Vrak. Like a fire burning throughout the ship had been extinguished and redirected into the Sith Lord before him. It was quite the spectacle.
He enquired "What- what power does it hold?" Squinting his eyes at it from beneath the mask, causing the eyes to twist and then zoom in eventually causing them to extend outwards.
Though, meanwhile in space. His ship, still remaining on his side. Almost entirely destroyed, the thrusters would softly release small flames. It was barely floating through space. Though, barely any of his smaller vessels remained and only The Tyrant remained along with these smaller fighters. The fight continued though little did it matter anymore. Victory was at hand.
Rakosh, turned to the door pointing. "Is it time to leave?"
Location - Ord Radama, Marshlands. Objective - Engage RE ground parties. Allies - SJO and Dominion, [member="Marl"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Velus"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] Opposition - TRE & Allies, [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"]
The words spoken by Valae traveled past all of the soldiers and berserkers, moving right to the colonels ears. His eyes went wide as he moved his position to face the right, weapon ready. Sure enough, coming out from a raised area in the marshes just behind the tank’s line of sight, and to his platoon’s right, came a squad of black-armored resurgent troopers, weapons raising as they emerged from the crest of their hiding spot. “Contact right, contact right!” The young officer bellowed out, his assault ripper raised to meet the coming contacts. This was no usual encounter..Usually engagements could be anywhere from one-hundred meters out or further, but firefights like this..When you can see the full faceplate of your enemy, it makes it personal. He let out a burst of slugs, watching as it split through the armor of an enemy hostile, causing the lifeless-body to roll over the crest and down into the mud. The berserker that took up the front of the platoon moved up immediately after the announcement of contact. The eight-foot-tall behemoth of a man placed his light shield in between himself and the enemies, not protecting them at all, but providing a target for their enemies to agro towards while others could get a shot on them. The shield did its work though, actually deflecting several away from Valkren, however the ranger that was directly ahead of him didn’t turn out as lucky. His chest plate took several direct hits as soon as the firefight had begun, his fellow soldier’s body falling backward right below the colonel. In an earlier time, during his initial enlistment when he was barely even a teenager, he would have immediately checked on his fallen comrade, but this was war, and war changes people. Assured that the ranger beside him was deceased, he stepped right over the fallen body, advancing toward the hiding place and peppering the ridge with his rifle. The berserker kept advancing up alongside the colonel as rounds kicked up mud and dirt all around the pair. In the next moments several rangers clad in their camouflaged katarn armor rushed up to help them suppress the area. The sergeant of the fireteam that moved up barked orders through their comms, the rangers separating from the convoy momentarily to make the ridge they were hiding behind their own. They checked the bodies that they approached, before moving to the higher ground and searching for more contacts. Silence fell over the convoy for only a moment. The ranger that moved up the furthest was moments away from turning and giving the ‘clear’ sign before more blaster bolts and slugs flew toward them from their own right and directly ahead of the Bengal attack in their convoy. The rangers fell into defensive positions, finding any cover they could behind the tank and any ridges/trunks the marshes would provide. Valkren would return fire to his right, and then directly ahead, before retreating behind the tank when his HUD informed him that his weapon was about dry on ammunition. As the colonel was switching magazines, he was cursing at himself behind his visor before speaking up on the comms. “This is broadsword one, taking small arms fire from the direction of the wreck and to our two o’clock. Minimal casualties.” He stated the last fact as he looked at the lifeless ranger body behind the tank. “Marl, if you haven't encountered any contacts yet, should be to your…” Valkren crouched down and focused away from the sound of combat momentarily to consult the map of their position on his HUD. “..eleven o’clock..Should be a platoon sized strength of hostiles. Think you can shake them up and out of their position?” He looked back up, the sound of gunfire and yelling coming back into earshot as he re-gripped his rifle, preparing to move out once more. If broadsword two could help deal with the problem to their right, they could focus more on the enemies that were currently approaching from the front. He went back to his platoon-level communications, the orders from all the soldiers, berserkers, and Jedi alike coming into his ears now. “Will someone please tell me why we didn’t pick those fetthin’ soldiers up on scanners earlier!” He barked as his combat boot came into contact with the edge of the tank in front of him with frustration. He took a breath to calm himself as a round kicked up mud onto his armor after landing in the ground beside him. “Someone come get Liam! Keep moving up with the Bengal! We move until we find a good position to link up with broadsword two and three!” He rolled his neck, making eye contact with Valae from behind his visor momentarily. He wanted to thank her, to show appreciation for the heads-up. If it hadn’t been for her senses, he might have joined Liam in the mud just moments ago. There wasn’t time for that though, he knew the enemy would be trying to surround the convoy, so they had to keep pushing. “Jerit, with me!” He’d yell, before turning the corner around the tank and moving forward into the firefight. The commando would find a solid foxhole were a pair of YVH droids that had been destroyed by a barrage of rounds were set to provide them perfect cover. He attempted to get a good view of where the enemy fire was coming from ahead of them, most of the slugs and bolts coming from within the trees and dark marshes. He could hear his men making callouts all around him and through the comms. It sounded like they were being fired at from everywhere, but he knew that was simply the fog of war. People get confused during firefights, everything becomes a contact to some..And out here in the marshes, that could either be extremely dangerous or extremely helpful.
The ground shook around them once more as another slug from the Bengal battle tank was fired, the shockwave taking Valkren by surprise for a moment as he watched the round tear through the thick brush, injured and stunned soldiers standing after the debris had cleared, giving him and the men around them clear shots. He lifted his body fully out of the foxhole for a moment, shouldering his assault ripper to put down another resurgent soldier that was approaching his convoy. In other sections of the Marshlands, the different tank sections would be fighting their ways into set positions in which the APC’s and tanks would make defensive positions to engage the wreckage with the battle tanks’ weapons. In Valkren’s section, broadsword one was the only one taking enemy fire as of now; as he had yet to hear from Marl’s platoon, and Harris as far as he knew was still on track.
Location: Ord Radama, Marshlands Objective: Help The Dominion Enemies: TRE, [member="Vrak Nashar"] / [member="Rakosh Saqai"] [4]
Velus landed on Ord Radama, as part of [member="Marl"]'s unit, under the command of [member="Valkren Calderon"]. The landing had been relatively good, no enemies turning up so far to attack them. Having served in similar operations before, Velus however knew it occurred by sheer luck, expecting the Resurgent Empire's forces to strike them. Locked, and loaded, the Ephicanthix prepared himself for the battle to come.
He had wondered what it would be like if stealth operations had been conducted. No doubt, the TRE would most likely have sensed enemy forces landing on the planet. In this situation, what they were doing was perfectly fine, although Velus wondered if he was prepared to face a Sith.
Unlike many of the Silver Jedi, Velus, while still fully capable of defending himself with the force, was not an advanced acolyte. He hoped that they wouldn't face an individual of great power, as he believed the current force users in the operation would be outmatched. Then again, many of the troops here carried weapons, and had adequate AFUT, having served with many of the Silver Jedi before. Guess we'll see what happens.
As they continued to cover more ground, Velus, and the other forces were attacked by the Resurgent Empire. "Here they come!" he yelled, meticulously looking for any key detail that could help him, or at least save him from being killed.
Leaving the Shield Gate in ruins, en route to Carannia
Flares peeled between machinery as the charges engulfed the Hangar Bay in their wroth. Alkor stared on through the flames toward his adversary as the current twisted through his body and he staved off the reflex that urged him to scream. It oscillated back and forth like an hourglass turned repetitively over- seemingly without end.
And yet, a Master of the Darkness could turn that pain into strength.
He wanted to drink blood. Fury coated his limbs, sadistic desire flooded his mouth with saliva. Alkor watched as the destruction that the Mandalorians had caused ignited the world around him, but all he wanted was more.
Alkor.
The voice was distant and unfamiliar, but he heard his name called clear as day. Still, he stared into Oblivion with a scowl. His wrist turned over slowly, and it was no longer a single, armored man who stood against him. Shadows twisted and mocked him, spurring him to strike. They begged with him to end another life.
Alkor!
It came loudly this time as he felt a pressure on his shoulder, and the Mando'ade yanked him backward into the shuttle. His body fought of its own volition, thrashing madly and whipping the lightsaber wildly. It throttled against beskar limply, and a strong pull disarmed him. "Alkor!"
He saw the man calling out his name, and the sting of a gauntlet slammed into his face. "Pull it together! We're leaving." Alkor slowly turned his gaze from the man back toward the raging fires inside the Shield Gate. Large pieces of it sloughed away, deteriorating in atmosphere as they fell. Larger portions careened off one another and rained down toward Carannia, where they would cause mass destruction if not dealt with properly.
Still, Alkor watched as they pulled away from the installation and broke toward the planet below. "I wanted to kill him," Alkor stated bluntly as the inferno blossomed into a wildflower of death in their wake. He saw that the Shield Generator itself had also been dealt with, as the planetary shield slowly flickered and ebbed away around Serenno.
"Plenty of targets to choose from down there," the Mandalorian pointed toward their destination as they hurtled toward the capital. "Feel free to kill as many as you want."
The Dark Jedi sighed as he pried his weapon back and replaced it at his hip.
Their ship skidded across duracrete as they made a hot landing in the city streets. Flames rose from the ship as citizens screamed and rushed away from what they perceived as imminent danger. Bolts loosed from Mandalorian blaster rifles confirmed their worst fears.
When Alkor stepped out onto the battlefield, he peeled his eyes in search of his next target.
In Hyperspace, En Route to Ord Radama. Allies: [member="Charlyra Araano"], [member="Vrak Nashar"], [member="Rakosh Saqai"] Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Darren Torran"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Velus"], @Marl. [member="Adron Malvern"] - [You may destroy the Strike Cruisers as you see fit, I won't be NPCing anything outside of my character's theatre of battle.] Objective: Reach the Surface.
Vraukt's mind travelled as his physical manifestation stomped through the Crimson Dawn's halls to the turbolift and soon to the hangar bays. Few things actually bothered him, though Ord Radama was a mystery to him. Why had their enemies spent so much energy fighting over the planet? It must've been the Jedi. Which was... Amusing enough seeing as they were putting more effort in protecting this planet than they ever had for Dromund Kaas.
Jidai... An odd group.
If the Resurgent Empire was victorious, then there would be even fewer Jedi to slay in the future.
Best get to the surface quicker.
The Empire didn't need to win over Ord Radama.
Once Serenno was secured, reinforcements would promptly arrive. That was a given. The Silver Jedi Forces had some distance to travel to get to Radama. All it was was attrition for them.
All of these lives...
Are expendable.
The final door opened to admit him to the hangar bay, his Daisya Infiltrator was surrounded by a team of technicians, but as his long strides brought him to the ramp, equipment was pulled away from it. The ship had been re-fueled, and it had likely already gone through its pre-flight check phase hundreds of times prior to even dropping out of hyperspace at Serenno.
"Apprentice," he said as he climbed up the ramp and into his ship. "Make yourself known." He demanded as he stopped and clasped his arms before his enormous chest in the cargo bay.
Location: Aboard the Udraitor, above Kushibah Objective: Do what Sith do best Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] Enemies: [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Rogal Aegrus"] | [member="Darci Hopps"] | [member="Sko'saht"]
Fâileth Varesti knew one truth in her life, and it began and ended with the Dark side.
Looking at him now, after all these years… he still made her smile. Those long raven locks, the curling Sithscript inscriptions crawling down his neck… he still made her shudder.
And yet – he was but a mortal. A powerful, vicious, passionate mortal who made her blood boil and her breath mist on the air, yes, but a still a man doomed to die one day.
“Kirazi,” she murmured, voice rough from the thousand chants she’d uttered. “Do you believe in the Empire?”
She knew his frown – could see it before he turned – and met it with a steady amber gaze.
“Fâileth…,” he spoke, spined brow knitting together. He looked an unhealthy shade of pale, but then again, they both did. Their blood trickled red-hot down the white fur of the arranged kushiban, marring and marking the bodies for the last step of the ritual.
If the plains reverberated with the strength of their chorus before, they fell dead under its absence now. The hundreds of massassi who stood guard, the kissai leading them, even the sacrifices were all still and quiet.
Reverence.
“Of course I believe in the Empire – would I be here, with you, should this not be my reality?”
“No. You would not,” the Sith Lady acknowledged, wrapping her cool fingers around his wrist. She tugged him closer, at the very top of the hill where they stood once again. “And do you… believe in the Dark side?”
“Fâileth— what is this?” he chuckled, but the smile never reached his eyes. His body was colder than before, a gift of warmth and power to tarnish the immaculate flesh. The hieroglyphs were ready; the chant was ready; the blood was ready.
Only one thing left to do, now.
Kirazi iw zo Disyworakut, iw ri Krajotimasykata, iw Nirirsia Arainai... nuris nun zim?
It happened so slow – like watching a Star Destroyer plummet out of the sky; a mountain crumble under the force of roaring magma… a Sith Lord realize that this was his day, and his hour.
Isar nu. Kash tu'iyia ki ziya. Tsariz isar sû oim diyii zim waria. Irtsosûtis... irtsosûtis nun muru, kiyij nurisut.
A dreadful distance slipped between their flush bodies, and she felt every pulse of his heart as it slicked her hand with wetness. The dagger was buried to the hilt under his ribs, its alchemical edge so sharp that he’d never even felt it.
Uyud ridasi Qyâsik zim.
As his life slipped through her fingers, the sigils began to burn. One by one they lit up, the lines of incantation they’d carved with flesh into stone. The massassi kneeled. The kissai bowed their heads.
Lady Fâileth Varesti released her husband of six hundred and sixty six years to the rising tide.
The Dark side roared above, below, all around them. The storm was here, with the peal of thunder, with the flash of lightning. The blinding current connected the earth and sky for an ephemeral moment, screaming through every body given in sacrifice. Winds howled, tearing at robes and skin alike, absent any form of mercy.
For the blood of mortals, for a thousand deaths – it would bestow its power upon its mortal vessels. Every creature serving the Empire, from the hills of Kushibah to the spires of Serenno, would feel its electrifying presence curl and coil through their core.
Kirazi of a Thousand Suns, of the Bleeding Heart, of House Arainai... do you love me? I do. My life is yours. You may do with it what you will. Use... use me well, my love. The Force has freed you.
Location - Marsh Surface Objective - Survive Allies - SJO and Dominion Opposition - TRE
Post #3
He heard a man yell "Contact right!" and that was enough to get Jerit focused even more. Blaster bolts were firing from the enemy side to the group. Some were aimed towards Jerit and he deflected them, with one hitting an enemy soldier in the chest. The hostile dropped to the ground and another one replaced him. It was chaos. The padawan could not see anything so he had to rely on the force. He heard talking in his helmet of the different soldiers. Jerit reached out with the force while deflecting more bolts and felt as if the enemies were coming in all directions. He saw a trooper aiming at him and Jerit got into form. The trooper let out bolt after bolt, with Jerit blocking blocking most of them. The padawan was close to getting slugged in the arm but quickly dodged it. He swung his lightsaber more into the slugs and two of them hit the trooper in the chest and head.
The fighting was too intense and Jerit saw Valkren go into cover behind the tank. Jerit followed. He was behind Valkren. He heard Valkren in his helmet reaching out to the others on the comms. After that Jerit heard Valkren to follow him. They followed the tank that was forwarding into the battle. Jerit still kept his guard up, with his body in defensive formation to counter any enemy attack and also sensing where more enemies may be. He followed his friend into a foxhole. He saw an enemy near the convoy and Valkren took him out. Jerit saw another one and leaped and sliced him in the stomach. The hostile screamed and dropped. He went back into the hole. He screamed out to Valkren.
" What's the plan now? Have the others reached back to us? I can sense more coming! "
Location - Ord Radama, Marshlands.
Objective - Engage RE ground parties.
Allies - SJO and Dominion, [member="Valkren Calderon"]|[member="Marl"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Velus"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]
Opposition - TRE & Allies, [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"]
Much to her relief, the Colonel had heeded her warning -- and just in time, too. Valae's wide eyes watched as his weapon went to work, and soon the humid air of the marshlands was filled with fire. A few blaster bolts even came her way, though she raised her lightshield to protect herself. And when she realized that she needed to keep moving, her saber finally came to her hand. It felt strange, but Valae knew that it was necessary. The blue blade came to life, deflecting any bolts that found its way to her, and she sent them down towards the muddy ground.
She inhaled, the breath so sharp that it was painful.
Valae could only watch as one of the Rangers took multiple hits to the chest. A life extinguished far too soon. She grimaced, her clasped tightly around the hilt of her saber. She was sure that his brothers in arms would ensure that his death was not in vain. Breaths came swiftly, but she tried to quiet her mind and focus. For a brief moment, she caught the gaze of Colonel Calderon -- all she offer was a steady nod. They would keep moving.
During this brief lull, she also honed in the presence of Jerit. He seemed to be fairing well, and was sticking close to the Colonel. Enemy fire cut through the air next to her cheek, and she angled her body away, but it was close. Too close. Valae reached out, her awareness heightened. The Jedi healer's muscles were tense, but ready to move. And it was a good thing, for she sensed fire closing in on her position and ducked for cover. Unfortunately for her, that small bit of shelter was behind a fallen tree trunk and was quite close to the ground.
Oh well, a bit of mud never hurt anyone.
With her front pressed to the marshlands, she listened and waited. She had been about to unholster her heavy blaster to return fire and hopefully free herself from this spot... but there was a troubling ripple in the force. It was dark. This power was quite strong, and it was growing. Peeking over the log, her chestnut eyes peered into the distance, towards the source of this sensation. It seemed that it was nestled in the jungle, but would it remain there for long?
En Route to Ord Radama Allies: The Resurgent Empire Opponents: The Dominion, the Silver Jedi Order Objective: Crush them All.
Emptiness.
It was all Atmeiktes felt.
And this emptiness would fill steadily, with the burning rage she felt inside. What had once been a magenta aura now bloomed a deep crimson, in her mind the voice of Darth Saprus continued to taunt her. Reminding her of just who she was now.A forsaken child, a child thrown to rot with the Jedi you should have always known, you would fall to the darkness. You made such a pathetic Jedi, weak to your emotions. Do you recall that Mirialan? Your l-o-v-e-r.Saprus's words hit her in the gut, it was all she could do to keep her rage inside, the heat of her angst flared within her fingers as they clenched over her lightsabers. I should hope that [member="[/FONT][/I][I][FONT='courier new']Vraukt"] can make you a worthy Sith, and if not - I'll dispose of you myself. Should have killed your master sooner had I known what powers lay within you, Atmeiktes.
Atmeiktes's attention broke from the battle within her mind, her vision snapped forward down the dimmed lights of the hangar. Her master called for her to show herself, and slowly she approached him. The whir of her cybernetic arm, the sound of the voice modulator connected to the breathing apparatus. Her cloak swayed with her movements creating a dancing shadow beneath her form as she crossed to Vraukt's location. "I am here, master." Her voice called to him, the woman' gaze drew up along the man's towering frame his arms folded. In that moment the acolyte felt a surge of power, as a grin grew across her face.
Location: Ord Radama Surface, Marshlands. Objectives: Push back TRE ground forces and aid Broadsword one. Allies: SJO, The Dominion and Allies | [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Valae Kitra"] @Jerit Kolomar [member="Marl"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Velus"] | Enemies: TRE and it's Allies | [member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Rakosh Saqai"] |
Broadsword two's squadron slowly made it's way towards Colonel Calderon's position, mowing down the occasional enemy troop, though they were spread sparse and thin. Most of them were unorganised, attacking in scattered, smaller, groups rather than using the full force that they had at their disposal. The squadron had very minimal casualties, 4 or 5 at the most, and were moving swiftly (well, as swiftly as one can while wading through muddy waters).
Darren led at the head of the squadron, the scope of his rifle level with his right eye as he waded his way through the muddy marshes of Ord Radama. His objective was to reach Broadsword One (Colonel Calderon's Squadron) without dying, or letting anyone else die along the way. He knew this wouldn't be possible, however, as this was war. War meant death, destruction and a hell of a lot of remorse. He heard blaster shots before his saw his comrades fall behind him. The sound of splashes as their lifeless corpse hit the water coupled with the hum of the blaster shots drowned out the horrifying screams of pain that the men took in their last breaths.
Darren squatted down as the sound hit his ears, ducking due to his reflexes. After taking a brief look around to get an estimate of the squadrons initial casualties, Darren allowed his instincts to take over, swiftly taking aim and firing four shots from his rifle. All of which hit their target. Two of the enemy troops' lifeless bodies dropped to the floor while three others emerged from over the hill. True to his nature, the Zabrak quite easily took down two of the remaining enemies with just a few shots, leaving the final one to be taken by the rest of his squadron. He had to let the others join in at some point, after all.
Darren's personality suddenly changed, the face that he had put on for the last twenty years of his life just faded away within only a few moments on the battle field. It had been replaced with a more serious, battle-hardened man, a typical battle commander, one might say. He should've helped the men who had fallen... They may had still been alive... No, he did the right thing, he pushed on for the good of those who still remained. Yes, it was the right thing to do.
He lead the remaining men over to Colonel Calderon's position, joining Broadsword One to make a larger, hopefully more effective, squadron. Leaving the men in the cover of tanks, he separated from them and waded his way over to Valkren and Jerit. "Colonel! Broadsword Two have merged with your squadron, what are your commands?"
Vrak held onto the orb for a moment more, glancing at it for a second before looking towards the Red Guard standing near the door he and Rakosh had cut through. A small smile touched his face, his gaze slowly wandering towards the edge of the hall before he looked at the other Pureblood.
He could sense the falling of his men outside, the slow advance of the Dominion and Silver Jedi troopers. He could feel how they pressed forward and attempted to take their advantage. All of their hope, their bravado, he could feel it all. The Darkside fell upon him like a torrent, power flooded through him as he slowly dropped to the floor with his legs crossed. He held the sphere in front of himself, his gaze turning up towards Rakosh as he spoke. His voice was a low rasp. "We are safe within this ship for now."
The enemy would have to either destroy the Devestator, which would take time even with orbital bombardement, or take it hall by hall.
"Let us show our enemy." Another pulse reached out from him, and suddenly Vrak cast his mind out with it. "What power we hold."
A flash of concentration reached him as he closed his eyes, and a second later The Pureblood stretched his thoughts to those surrounding the ancient Star Destroyer. Like a net his mind cast out to both friend and foe, reaching ensnaring, binding. Sith Battle Meditation they called it. Control and fear, death and hunger. It was a technique known by few, but something Vrak had studied for decades. He reached out towards the minds of his foes, burying deep and biting as far as he could go.
The Sith Lord would drive nightmares into the minds of the enemy, flashes of monstrosities, thoughts of Paranoia, betrayal. He sought to force them to turn on one another, to fire at things that weren't there, to wreak chaos among those within the marshes.
His power enhanced by the Ritual on Kushibah and the device within his hand, Vrak drove his mind forth like a spike, pushing the enemy to kill one another as his own troops continued their bloody retreat.
In orbit The Tyrant continued it's carved path to the SSV Heavenshield, the massive singular dreadnought still pushed forth by it's engines when the ramming ship struck. It pressed into the vessel, pushing it to the side and causing it's front 'wing' to buck and heave to the side, causing the vessel to begin drifting towards the left, still nearing the enemies flagship but veering to it's side.
The Sith Lord's eyes narrowed as Blackgate Manor came into view, the sprawling complex of gothic structures and fortifications that served as the headquarters of House Malvern on Serenno. Before them laid the Black Gate, the only land entrance to the manor, and flanking it were two mighty towers bristling with weapons and a single hypervelocity cannon per tower. They were the highest priority for the initial thrust, and each dropship had been briefed to target those structures during the advance. Each MAAC/iv was equipped with wing-mounted cluster missile launchers, and as the group made their final approach to the compound two of these dropships would temporarily take point and unleash their payload at the Black Gate, primarily aiming towards the two fortified towers on either side of the main gate. The volley of missiles would fly, unguided, through the air before crashing into the stone and metal with thunderous explosions that demolished the upper levels of the towers and showered the gate with flaming debris.
The two leading MAAC/ivs, the same ships who had fired the missiles, would descend down towards the ruined gate to initiate landing procedure. Preliminary intelligence said that there was not enough room for a full disembark up at the estate, so Carnifex devised a two-pronged attack that would have the majority of the force advance through the main gate while himself, his compatriots, and the last remaining dropship would advance further and storm the estate's landing pads.
The Crestfallen and the third MAAC/iv would only provide temporary support to the landing dropships before moving on, those left behind had enough firepower to deal with whatever meager defenses the ruined gate still had in store for them. As the Sith Lord pushed on he found himself waylaid by anti-air fire from the defensive tower overlooking the cliff-side landing pad, but the Crestfallen's shields were powerful enough to soak up most of the direct fire as the escorting MAAC/iv fired a salvo of missiles that would annihilate the tower in the same manner as the ones at the gate. From there the two groups would split up, the MAAC/iv would land at the larger landing pad to disgorge its cargo while the Crestfallen would advance further towards the center of the estate to storm one of the two smaller landing pads situated within the gothic structures.
As the Crestfallen landed, it was Samka who would be the first to charge out even as the ramp hadn't fully descended, rushing forth to skewer the manor's defenders with a murderous zeal that could rival most Sith. Behind her emerged several Sith and the Mandalorians who had followed their Mand'alor to battle before Carnifex, Prazutis, and Vilaz finally emerged. The ramp would ascend and lock behind them as the Crestfallen used its powerful sensor array to jam any incoming or outgoing Dominion communications across the entire manor, effectively cutting it off from the outside world.
Location: In a pod latched to a TRE star destroyer.
Objective: Get to the bridge
Allies: Dom and Co, [member="Xandari Eriss"]
Enemies: TRE and Friends.
Equipment: Shotgun, SMG, EMP Grenade x2, Thermal Detonator, Flashbang x2, Revolver, Dread Guard implants as listed here, combat knife, mag boots, grapple launcher
The torch was almost through, but it would take a firm kick before the metal would become unlodged from its position. They would only engage when they are ready. They had no idea what would be on the other side, any number of hostiles could be waiting to gun them down at a moments notice. He doubted their boarding action had gone unnoticed, he could only hope that just a small enough force was them to take out easily and get moving. Staying moving would be critical, in order to limit the enemies ability to send a large force to stop them. They had to get to the bridge, and they had no time to stop.
"Now on the other end of this wall there could be anywhere from 2 guys to 20 guys, we really don't know until we kick it open, so i want you to get behind cover, im going to kick it in and toss a flashbang, look away from the hatch and close your eyes, the suit should take care of sound, but it can't take care of the blinding flash, once the flash is done jump through that hole. There might be a gravity change, so try not to fall on your behind" He said in his usual gruff voice.
"Play me something fitting for the situation." He said to his AI companion.
Tyris then began to position himself near the hole that had been cut into the armor plating of the ship. He got up besides it and pulled the pin on his flashbang, releasing the spoon and cooking it for 2 seconds of the 5. He then kicked the hole in, and threw the grenade, taking about another second. He turned away and closed his eyes and two seconds later he heard a muffled bang and saw a bright flash through his eyelids. He then leapt through the hole. It seems they had dropped in parallel to the floor, less chance of falling that way, though it was still a bit of a drop. There were 5 guys grouped together in two groups of two and a group of one which Tyris assumed was the commander. He shot once with his shotgun, taking out the commander, before kicking over a table to use as cover. It would protect against blaster bolts which have little penetrating power, but not so much against an actual firearm.
He pumped his shotgun again, taking a shot at one of the groups. The buckshot was able to take both of them out at the range they were at. It seemed they were in some sort of small eating room, probably an officers lunchroom. They were probably somewhat close to the bridge, but they would still have to fight to hell and back to get there. There was one group left, he hoped Xandari would take care of it, he readied his shotgun just in case however. Tyris what was happening to the fleet marines in the nearby rooms, probably was not good.
Once the troop scanners picked up the platoon-sized pocket of enemy infantry hidden into the marshland, the local missile infantry called for the remaining local infantry assigned to the search-and-destroy mission to take cover. Thus far, they took some casualties while still being able to take on the enemy infantry hidden into the marshland, to search for enemy troopers hidden behind cover, such as tree stumps, tree branches and dense thickets. Once the local line infantry maintained what could be a safe distance, a few 3t4 missiles were fired at the pocket so as to not only blow the enemy pocket's cover to smithereens, but also to blow the troops behind said cover to smithereens. With the sensors onboard the Mantis detecting the presence of two high-value targets inside the Devastator, namely [member="Vrak Nashar"] and [member="Rakosh Saqai"], they transmitted the sensory data to the mortar crews on the surface, which promptly prepared targeting solutions aimed to lob a series of 120mm mortar shells that, individually, amounted to starfighter-mounted proton bombs.
"Fire for effect!" the mortar platoon leader blared to its subordinates.
With the targets being bracketed, so to speak, thanks to the layout of the Devastator being loaded onto their targeting computer in addition to the data from the Mantis, another volley of six proton bombs would land just overhead them, and potentially tear through the decks above the high-value targets that were the two Sith wading inside the wreckage. A few seconds later, these mortar shells start impacting the hull, exploding against it, and their detonations are heard for a few kilometers around the center of the blast. But after the detonation of six additional proton bombs, something sinister began to affect the morale of the locals... while the remaining local infantry began to run, panicked, towards the Silver Jedi force, thanks to [member="Vrak Nashar"] activating battle meditation. That is, towards the ysalamiri bubble. Towards [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Marl"], [member="Jerit Kolomor"] and the others. They will soon find themselves with two additional panicked companies of line infantry in tow and the heavy weapons that aren't mortars: understandably, the mortars being the least mobile of the heavy weapons company, they will arrive there last.
"Ord Radama defense headquarters, this is Breadstick Actual: our men are panicking and are being routed; they may need to be put down using non-lethal methods" the local field commander reported back to the headquarters.
[Ord Radama - space]
- INTERDICTION FIELD ACTIVATED -
"The Tyrant: it is headed right for us on a collision course!" the sensors technician
"We have the sensory data required to plot a course to safety. It's your turn, helm, to act" the chief engineer reported to Julie.
"Roger, roger" Julie then turned to the chief gunnery officer. "Fire the underside batteries at the Tyrant"
Jessica trusted Julie to pilot the flagship to safety over herself in this situation, even though, in normal circumstances, she could pilot ships that size just fine. With Julie safely strapped to the pilot's seat of the Heavenshield, she knew that time was short to get the ship to safety, knowing that the enemy flagship, now with a chunk of the forward pincer torn off, has aimed for the centrisphere in a collision course, with a very limited ability to return fire at best, but with the ramship having impacted, the flaming hulk veered right from the Heavenshield's perspective. However, given the relative speeds of the two ships, and their distance, the Heavenshield's yawing to its left was the main thing that could make a difference, but with the limited maneuverability of the Lucrehulk, in Jessica's mind, it was best to keep firing at the hulk of the Tyrant before it could cause any additional damage. And, with the remains of the 8 squadrons sent to engage the Tyrant's fighter screen returning to the main fleet to support the main fighter screen, they were promptly sent to rearm those humongous proton bombs for what was yet to come.
"Who has a tractor beam here?"
"The Midvinter, admiral" the communications officer responded back.
"Have that ship's tractor beam reverse polarity: perhaps the Midvinter could repulse the enemy burning wreck and fire everything it can on its forward arc. C-9980 line, prepare to open fire on the Tyrant's hulk"
In the meantime, all of the Heavenshield's underside batteries were firing at what was left of the Tyrant in a single volley. Also, while the interdictor could not quite slow down the enemy flagship, the Midvinter had to move out of position, and fire its tractor beams at it to have it change course away from the Heavenshield in motion, as well as away from any other ship present in-system, after reversing the tractor beams' polarity, potentially causing the Tyrant to be repelled away from the collision course, with the Midvinter firing its trench and dorsal batteries at the flaming hulk, since the Tyrant was on its forward arc. Also, with the Skors' target moving well within standard turbolaser range of the main fleet, they had to advance (from their standpoint) so that they could continue firing 420mm APHE rounds at the Tyrant's engines. So there were a total of 24 Nekogal heavy turbolasers, 24 Toprawa heavy long-range turbolasers, 620 regular turbolasers, fifteen of the 380mm HVC rounds, with an additional twelve 420mm HVC rounds and seventy 88mm HVC rounds, and an additional thirty-two Asmeru MIRVs being fired at the burning wreck, in hopes of actually scoring the kill that would demoralize the troops below and cut off their escape route.
[Serenno - space]
Meanwhile, over Serenno, the ten Lancers arrayed around the Pellaeon took their toll on the fighter contingent: of the original 18 squadrons, that is, 216 fighters, there were 160 fighters left, or roughly a little more than 13 squadrons. Also, because there wasn't a whole lot of flechette canisters to go around when these fighters were armed with proton rockets, the remaining two proton rockets were just regular Porkins heavy concussion missiles, which, for all intents and purposes, were regular proton rockets. Hopefully the fighters [member="Arisa Yune"] brought in tow to Serenno could deal with the Lancers: their shielding and armor were designed to resist only a very limited number of turbolaser hits, and even fighter-mounted proton torpedoes could deal damage. Plus any decent fighter could outrun the Lancers very easily: they were no faster than one's everyday frigates. For now, anyway, since the first attack run could not penetrate the Pellaeon's systems, the plan has changed: now was the time to make the enemy suffer from trench run disease, with the fighters now split between two groups and getting them to split between the two remaining GE destroyers.
"Vorzyd Leader, this is Samarkand Actual. Take your group to hit the Brigand while my groups hit the Annihilator of Hapes" Samarkand Actual told the other group commander.
Once the two groups formed up behind their assigned targets, with the enemy point-defense attention divided between [member="Sko'saht"], Arisa and Jessica, the group led by Samarkand Actual attacked as follows: one squadron would split in two and hit the globular shield generators atop the Annihilator of Hapes' command tower, each one of the main engines would have one squadron firing at it with proton rockets, one squadron would hit the neck underneath the command tower, and the remaining 20 fighters would hit the command tower proper. However, for the Brigand, since it has two main engines as opposed to three, the plan was a little different for that ship: the main engines would have two squadrons each firing proton rockets at it and everyone else fires proton rockets at the command tower. Both enemy capital ships would get their aft sections whipped as dozens of proton rockets hit them in a short interval. But how long until the enemy launches fighters in an attempt to intercept the fighters coming their way? Only time would tell.
Ground:
The local rapid-response force fired 3t4 missiles at the platoon-sized pocket of enemy infantry
Six mortars fired proton bombs at the Devastator directly above Vrak and Rakosh
The local rapid-response force fell back inside the SJ's ysalamir bubble
[*]Space:
The Heavenshield turned hard to the left and fired its batteries at the Tyrant to evade its collision
The Midvinter had its tractor beams' polarity reversed in an attempt to push the Tyrant off course
The Midvinter fired at the Tyrant using what firepower could fire forward
Had the Skors fire on the Tyrant's engines from above and return to the main fleet
Had the C-9980s fire on the Tyrant
The squadrons that previously fought the Tyrant's fighter screen return to ship to rearm
Had 80 fighters attack the Brigand's aft (24 each on the 2 main engines, 32 on the command tower)
Had 80 fighters attack the Annihilator of Hapes' aft (12 on the topside shield generators, 12 each on the main engines, 12 for the command tower's neck, 20 on the command tower proper)
Location: The Devestator, Ord Radama Objective: Finish them Allies: TRE, [member="Vrak Nashar"], [member="Vraukt"] Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Valae Kitra"], @Arisa Yune, [member="Valkren Calderon"], @Darren Toran
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The Sith Lord, lowered to cross his legs and as he did, Rakosh tilted his head in question. Though it soon clicked in his mind. A soft chuckle would leave his mask, before he would turn to the door they came from, nodding as Vrak spoke to him. "This will be pleasent." He chattered out from his teeth, before sliding his hilt back into it's holster on his belt. The ship shook faintly as the proton bombs hit the shell of the Devestator, though he remained on his feet, giving a spare glance upwards.
Then it hit. A feeling of empowerment had just completely took over his body, from an unkown entity. Though, he turned to face Vrak only to see the wave of darkside energy flow past him, coming from it's source. A slim smile emerged.
They thought that they were winning. Though, they don't understand what's about to come. He strut up and down the reactor chamber, almost as if waiting for something. Though, he continued to chuckle to himself as he did. "I see, why we came." He laughed.
Though, they still had an near enough army outside waiting for them, out-numbered. Though even if they did break in, they wouldn't do it so easily. He wanted to make sure of that. He made his way out into the hangar in which they came through before using telekinesis to peel the roof down, onto the floor sealing the hangar. Though, this would open another entrance to the floor above it would slow the opposition down drastically in order to locate a path to the Sith. He turned and made his way back, as he did he would raise his hand into the air, shooting blasts of telekinesis upwards, forming spikes in the floor and crushing various doorways. "Ergh, that'll do."
"So what proof do you offer? It is a simple thing for you to make this claim in order to serve your own purpose." The young Count Borgin paused for but a moment. "Matter of fact, even if you did, how can I be sure that Sith oversight is any better than what Serenno presently has?"
Caid remained standing throughout the discourse. He was neither diplomat nor politician, so it took a certain amount of effort to continue speaking to the man. "You will believe what you will believe. The proof is in the reality of actions, you don't need me to convince you. The Resurgent Empire is not interested in administering the day-to-day affairs of this or any other planet. Our goals lie beyond." Ciad paused for a slight moment. "We want only to remove the cancerous influence of Malvern and Venjuta. In this, we believe our shared goals make for a natural alliance. When the dust settles, those that assisted us will be expected to maintain the prosperity of Serenno. If you are not capable or interested, then say so."
Count Borgin didn't give too much in the way of facial reaction. The young Count had only been responsible for the entirety of his family's holdings for a short while. He knew of the concerns held by all of the Great Houses of Serenno. Yes, it was possible this Empire would be just as bad as the underhanded backstabbing of the Malverns. But unlike the Malverns, there was the potential they would not interfere. "You make good points, but you understand why I may yet have my reservations?"
The Sith Lord offered Borgin an empty stare just as his earpiece crackled with a status update. "You stand with us, or you stand with the people behind your father's death." Turning, Caid started to depart, but he stopped suddenly. "Oh - we do have proof, by the way. When it is released to the people of Serenno, how long do you think your family will continue to support you when they discover you turned down an opportunity to enforce justice? Perhaps you were a co-conspirator?"
The Count opened his mouth to respond but quickly closed it. He entertained the internal struggle within his brain for several minutes.
Caid, however, continued to walk, making it out onto the well-manicured south lawn. The Nightstalker was already at his next destination as asked. The Sith Lord would acquire ground transportation to get there. No sooner had he reached the edge of the estate than a guard asked him to wait.
Count Borgin arrived less than a minute later. "What is your plan?"
A thin smile touched the Sith Lord's lips. "Just be ready."
Location: Serenno Objective: Break Expensive People Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Myn Eris"] | [member="Quietus"] Playing games in the speeder: [member="Maleagant"] Broski: [member="Aria Vale"] Enemies: [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] | [member="Formorta"] | Dominion in Carannia Equipment: In bio | Force Disperser makes her look like a NFU
There’d be no point to killing everyone. She was more than old enough to contain whatever bloodlust still stirred whenever she held a well-balanced blade. Could anyone fault her if she had just a bit of fun, though? The Dominion hadn’t exactly put up a fight so far – only option she had, really, was to create one.
This kind of logic brought one blood-spattered, nobility-impersonating merc to a long corridor full of men who were dead, men who were dying, and men who were about to die.
In other words, the Nalju security force.
She’d refrained from using anything but Sa Sevai. A challenge: for herself, for the protectors of the manor. They hadn’t done too good a job so far. Couldn’t blame them, though – best they were trained to beat was a second-rate merc, or maybe a small force of disgruntled peasants who’d finally had enough of their feudalism in the year four thousand of the space age.
Aver was… none of those things. She was a merc, yes, but she was also a former Sith Lord, which wasn’t something you were expected to fight when they gave you the job of a glorified bouncer.
The gunfire died after a hiccup and a sputter. Someone cursed, and someone else – appropriately aghast – yelled “Where’s your backup clip, you shethead!?”
Combat was all about exploiting the perfect opportunity.
The woman dashed from cover, hunched low, sprinting so quick that a Jedi tripping on the Force would be hard-pressed to match her. She was upon the unfortunate pair in the blink of an eye. Boot to the rifle, rifle to the face – the shethead’s jaw cracked and he fell over with a spray of blood. With forward purchase on their makeshift barrier, Aver completed the leap – knee to the chest, Queen to the neck.
A roll over the shoulder, and Aver Brand was standing again, maybe an inch away from the very last blast door.
Beyond it, a cowering patriarch of House Nalju awaited prompt execution.
Location: Aboard Cedric's Wrath Objective: Combat the enemy boarder, order AXIOS to command the fleet. Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Arisa Yune"] Enemies: TRE & Allies- [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]f [member="Vraukt"]
Now in full Command of the Serrenoan fleet, the AXIOS attempted to continue it's engagement of the Imperial fleet. With Adron out of contact it began running through a series of protocol's necessary for the survival of the fleet and defense of the planet below.
It accessed the comm systems aboard Cedric's Wrath, patching itself through to the incoming Silver Jedi Fleet led by General Yune.
"General Yune, this is AXIOS system 17543, The Archlord has activated my systems and passed control of The Dominion fleet to me. I wish to sync with your own ship's systems to ensure maximum efficiency.
The Status on our fleet is as follows: Flagship, Designation: Cedric's Wrath, All systems online, primary shielding is irreparable, secondary shields are active, and all fighters are prepared to redeploy. Three Lancer Class cruisers, minimal damage, systems currently down as they recover from the last volley, all fighters prepared to deploy. Four total Viridian Class Cruiser's acting as primary escort, One ship in critical conditions, all others have taken minimal damage and fighters are prepared to deploy. Four Myriad Class Corvette's, three are recovering from a dangerously low shield percentage, one has lost all shields."
A moment of pause occurred as the AXIOS archived the fleet's data. "I am prepared to engage the Imperial fleet General, I will focus all ship's on the Imperial Flagship until The Archlord or another sentient has retaken command. AXIOS out." The connection would end as The AXIOS directed Cedric's Wrath as well as it's escort ships to fire on the Imperial Flagship.
"Humans are terribly inefficient, my way will be more effective. All ship's scramble your fighter crews, they will engage the frigates protecting the flagship." The AXIOS commanded over the entire fleet. As the ship Captain's heard the orders they were fast to react, seeing no reason to deny the AI that was given command. "Aim all Hypervelocity guns for the enemy Flagship's hull." The guns of Cedric's Wrath would fire off a hellish fury, desperate to defend their home below.
Republic Fleet: OFFENSIVE Cedric's Wrathx1 AXIOS Operational-Systems Online-Secondary Shields Online- All Guns Firing on Imperial Flagship- Wasp Fighters (4 Squadrons) scrambled, Lancer Class Cruiserx3 Recharging-Systems Down Veridian class Heavy Assault Cruiserx4 1x- CONDITIONS STABILIZING-3x Shields holding-All Guns firing on Imperial Flagship Myriad-class-corvettex4 Holding to Defend Lancer Class Cruiser's-Shield's Holding
Location: Serenno
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Vraukt"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Caid Centurion"] and TRE and Allies
Enemies: [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Norin Terrek"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Arisa Yune"] and The Dominion and Allies
Equipment in Bio
Darth Banshee had recently joined the empire, and know it was time to try and prove her worth. Their target was her home world Serenno, it had become corrupted by blasphemous idea of democracy. Democracy was wrong, it went against what force wanted. As if the force wanted democracy, everyone would be able to use the force equally. She knew this was not the case, the Jedi knew this was not the case, yet they blasphemed. The force wanted the strongest to hold power, that very nature of galaxy, and so it was the nature of the sith. She had assembled her fleet, only a small jump away. She did not big fleet, but it would be effective. She watched as her crew began the calculations, so fleet would all arrive at same time. The standing orders where being issued, to the ships captains. They where to launch all fighters, and begin a list of possible targets they could fire on. They where to assit the fleet commander, with what he wanted to attack. She did not want to lay waste to planet, she wanted them to be corrected from the idea that they could ever be a force users equal. Then her fleet commander gave the order. All hands prepare to make the jump to light speed.
Then she looked at the view screen, she liked watching the stars turn to lines. Soon the short jump was over, and lines began turn back to stars. As she came out of the jump, she saw the view screen and face dropped in horror. Her Ship The Banshee was heading stright into the other sith fleet, her captain began making braking, and taking evasive maneuvers. Her ship manged to avoid a collision, same as the rest of fleet. Though her fleet was not in good order, her captains began trying to figure where to slot into the other fleet, to take up formation. The two Brachypelma had touched each other, and shields had glanced of one another. She then gave her first order, All ship face the enemy and open fire, on the interdiction ship. She could not risk another fleet, coming out hyperspace into her. Also she need it destroyed, if things went bad as she need a route out of their. She hailed the commander of the other fleet, Where do you need us? As she spoke fighters began to launch, as her crews began to get to their feet gain. The droids in her holds, could not be brought out yet as crews where busy, trying to get fighter decks clean for the fighters to launch. The bombers where held back, so fighters could get priority in being armed and ready.
She waited for the her fellow sith to get back to her, fortunately the was no ramming of other sith fleet. Her she was no longer smiling butchers work laid ahead, this was going to be a bloody engagement. Her command had brought up a holoscreen, of the fleet, and started talking to her captains trying drastically to get a formation ready, as it came apparent, how they should form up. Though the main target was know well known.
