Faction Benediction || The Confederacy

[The Monster]

Location: Naboo
Tags: Kyyrk Allyson Locke, Taiia Mataan , Gath , Darth Metus

Spoiler: I am a monument to all your sins

The monster would glide through the air as it closed the gap to its target, blade inching closer as Kyrrk readied his counter. The massive flash would fling the beast away in a bright flash of light, the arrows finding their mark as it smashed into a building across from them. Chunks of black material would scatter across the ground, pieces of chitin sizzling as they were separated from the beast and would dissipate. Some turned back into things they were before, pieces of metal, cords of synthetic muscle, a single black singed coin. The figure was framed in the wall before them as it fell to the ground, it's face had a chunk blown away from the armor, revealing a soft skin. A single brown eye was dazed and uncovered as it looked before him. The monster sat stunned for a moment as it gazed at Kyrrk and Allyson. A dazed and confused look crossed his features, and while Kyrrk prepared to unleash a form of light, the blade would respond quite audibly to anyone's mind in the area.

HE IS MINE!​

The blade then pulsed as it exerted its control, black tendrils reaching across his face as the skin changed to the coarseness of rock, and the mouth went to a snarl. The monster would not let something so trivial take its thrall from it. A shrieking roar would come from its maw as the helmet reconstructed in front of them, and power surged from the sword. Dark tendrils of the force would seep from the being as it eyed its prey. This was taking too long, and no longer would it waste time playing games with its prey. It would raise the sword in the air and slam it into the ground, burying the blade in stone as the air would run cold. Wind would start to pick up as the beast smelled the air for what it was looking for. The smells of battle, death, suffering, and hope's very essence fading would be cryptic signals for what came next. For those sensitive to the force, they would hear it and see it. For those who weren't an unnatural chill could be felt.

The very air itself would scream.

The beast opened its maw as the winds would pick up rapidly, becoming a storm itself around the beast as it drew what it wanted from around it. An aura of darkness seeping the area around it threatening to devour the brightest lights. But what was truly horrifying was for those who could see it, they could see the very life force of those who'd died around them be pulled to the monster. Screaming souls, life essences, the living force itself was crying out in pain from the unnatural thing devouring it. A funnel of unnatural light would flow from this maelstrom being formed to the beast, and with every life consumed its power would grow substantially. The wind itself wasn't the air being manipulated, but the lives of all who'd been killed in this planetwide slaughter.

Visible tendrils of black energy would now surge from the monster, smashing through walls and coiling around the walls surrounding the archer and lone warrior. A wave of darkness looked close to be surging as the monster now looked down and eyed its light armed prey. And now not even having to look towards the source of its strength, the monster took a single step towards the lone light swordsman. Its power grew with every second, and as it looked upon its next victims a small voice underneath the thousands, perhaps even millions now at this point would barely whisper.

Run. Please. Run away.

 

[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Spoiler: We can hold!

Location: Naboo Orbit
Tags: Valeria de la Vallée , Amelia von Sorenn , Anashla Deshal , Jerric Luthias , Felix Aquila , Gath
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No sooner than did when they hit their stations did the finality of the situation dawn on the members of the SLDF navy. There were simply too many, and them too few. They would not be able to win this battle, but they could hold out, buy time for the people to get off world. Guns rocked the frames of ships as they annihilated enemy vessels and stood their ground. The night sky would light up with turbolaser fire, missiles and rounds streaking across the void of space as the fighting members of the SLDF and CAF knew this would be the final stand. Draconis would watch as supporting vessels positions around him were annihilated, either overwhelmed by volumes of fire or even rammed by the belligerent pirate navy. They had to hold the line, and without support from space, an already dire situation on the ground would become hopeless. Draconis would issue his orders spreading the formations of vessels, they had to cover more ground. The Pride of Surric would bellow out her response to their aggression, bright blue beams of light cutting through ships and the void alike as they fought. They needed to hold. They needed to buy time.

Their first loss would come from the flank, a comms officer would report that the formation that was being overrun had lost shields before reporting that they were taking serious damage. The screen in the bridge showing the overlay for the battle command would show the dot representing their location flicker before going away completely. Hundreds of men and women lost, lives snuffed out in the blink of an eye. The loss would quiet the deck before Draconis started issuing orders. They all knew this would be their grave. The enemy was intent to destroy them, and if the enemy vessels didn't, that creature of the Nether would see to it. But Draconis and his crew knew they couldn't think about it. The ships would start to go into quarter burn, accelerating away from the planet as the new plan of attack was just that. To attack. They had to draw as much of them away from the Confederate Navy to get their people off planet, and give the transports an opening. That's when the second piece of bad news came up, the shuttle with all of the remaining Viceroyalty had been lost. They hadn't waited for the SLDF or CAF to screen them. Draconis could feel his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. His fellows, people he'd served with to represent their countrymen, he didn't agree with them all the time but that was the point. Most of them had been pure and noble in intention, even the damnable fool who seemed purely intent to disagree with him on principle alone. Who had always flaunted what he'd thought of the rest of the chambers, and had always been so arrogant. It didn't change that he was still his countryman, that he'd initially signed on to the CAF, and then joined the assembly to protect and serve them all. A silent prayer would be spoken, heard or not, and it was all they could do. They had a battle to fight and a death to die gloriously.

The fleets of SLDF vessels would advance through the night sky, going into a general battle formation as they blasted, smashed, and shot their way into the enemy formation. Ships would line up abreast of each other, slamming each other with close range brawling fire as they tore into each other. But their plan would work. Surric would be the shield to the CAF and Naboo. They would break their backs against her while the CAF and Naboo got their people out. They would fight to the last man and die screaming, letting the entire galaxy know that they would not go quietly. At the center of the formations, The Pride and Seeker of Truth taking up the lead of the attack. Massive cannons blazing in the soundless vacuum of space, naval particle projectile cannons cutting a bloody molten swathe to lead the way, shields flaring as they absorbed damage and dished it right back to the enemy. They had no equals in this fight anymore. Between them and the Righteous Wrath, they were some of the biggest ships left in the navy. But they had to hold. Despite the numbers, despite the endless nature of the enemy, despite the lack of hope, or the certainty of death.

They must hold the line.

And with a flash, The Pride would be rocked as members on the bridge looked across at their sister vessel. In the midst of battle, an enemy star destroyer had rammed The Seeker, cutting her support ship to port in half, and tearing a swathe through the vessel before detonating just over her hull. The damage was extensive, and despite the mad tactic, The Seeker's engines were still running, what few guns she had left, were still shooting. She was still fighting, desperately trying to push back the tide of enemy forces. Draconis would order them to pull back, to enter the reserve and try to go into a more combat support role. Her captain would countermand the order, his words echoing through all of their comms. Draconis would watch in disbelief as The Seeker went to full burn, rocketing out ahead of the formation, and Draconis ordered his ships to full stop. The enemy fleet smelled blood in the water as they swarmed her, and dutifully, her and her remaining escort Serapis would charge. He couldn't believe his eyes, but in his heart he knew the captain would see the mission done. Seconds would tick by, and after the Serapis was torn apart by turbolaser fire, the enemy focused on The Seeker, looking to score a kill on the wounded battlecruiser of their own. Meanwhile the rest of the SLDF tangled with the enemy fleet, noting that the maneuver was working, drawing attention away from them, and towards the seemingly easy kill. Her hull was thick however, weathering the enemy fire as they finally disabled her guns, but at this point it didn't matter to the captain of The Seeker. His engineers had already confirmed what had caused the maneuver. His reactor was spiraling upwards, energy output skyrocketing as the exponential nature of the Zeus reactors was fully unlocked, and set to a runaway scale of gained power. Isotope-5A reserves would vaporize in their reactors as they were well outside of any safety protocols, and with their kill switches destroyed by the ram, they had known their fates. The only thing they could do was take as many of the enemy with them as they could. And their advance would finally be stopped as two more star destroyers rammed the massive ship from the front, stopping her dead in her tracks as they spun in place from the impact. Words would be spoken on comms to The Seeker by a pirate captain who was excited to board her and try to claim his prize. What he saw however, would terrify him to the core. The face before him was not afraid. It was not excited. It wasn't angry, nor anything else for that matter. What the pirate captain saw on his screen, was the face of a dead man. A man who had nothing to lose. A man, who knew that he would be face to face with his gods soon and welcomed it. He wouldn't get the chance to call out a warning as suddenly a bright flash would envelope them all. In orbit around Naboo, a small sun would be born, its white hot nuclear fire consuming a vast swathe of the enemy fleet and savaging all in its reach if not annihilating it. Draconis and his men had tried to shield their eyes but would find it didn't matter as the light was so powerful it would shine through their hands and eyelids. But when it dissipated seconds later, they would find their prayers had been answered.

A corridor had been established with the detonation, and without a moment's hesitation Draconis would issue the call through the net. All ships carrying survivors and refugees were to make for the corridor, and all surviving naval elements were to hold it. They would grieve the fallen later, and he would tell his comms officer to get the remaining task forces from The Keep to jump in. This was it. They had their opening. They had to hold it now. They had to hold the jaws of this lion open with their bear hands. And they would hold it with everything they had.

 

[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Spoiler: It's time to leave

Location: Naboo
Tags: Open (@ me if you want my boyos to drop in)​

Men would fall through the sky as they looked below at the burning city. Paratroopers were used to coming into war zones, and used to being surrounded though, which meant today would be just another day in the office. Infantry would aim for still standing buildings, walkers aiming for streets, with tanks and other vehicles just hoping they hit something they could drive off of. On a rooftop a squad would form as men from the same company made adhoc units until they could regroup, taking up positions and firing around them at the enemy beasts. Their attention would be pulled away however when a Gladius assault walker landed next to them in a massive crash. The walker seemed to settle, before ejecting its landing cradle and started to walk forward. Around the city more of the same was occurring. Men and women of the SLDF Airborne was making landfall and fighting their way to secure whatever was closest and try to gather survivors to them. One thing that was common among all of them though, was them constantly telling everyone.

"Help is here, we're getting you out of here,"

As tanks pressed the attack up city streets and walkers fought off massive beasts to clear a path, gunships would fly over the city just above the rooftops. Their loud speakers would be the voice of hope, broadcasting that they were here to help them and all they needed was someone to signal they were alive and needing extraction. They had their orders, drop their guys to begin searching the war torn city for more. They had to save as many as they could. Some of the walkers would be ambushed when they landed, the Unmaker's monsters attacking them from all sides where they were vulnerable, tearing hatches open and slaughtering the crews. Some infantry units would be swarmed on landing, some of them landing in wrecks only to be over taken by packs of beasts to be torn apart. But to the fighting men and women, this was war. War was a cruel mistress. And every life they saved was worth every ounce of pain they bore. They didn't falter in their duties, they didn't pause when the enemy matched their own strength with a force unlike any they'd ever fought. Instead they responded to every punch taken with a blow of their own, calling in close orbital fire support from capital ships in low orbit, airstrikes and artillery, and beating the enemy into oblivion whenever they got the chance. They had to keep fighting. Not because they didn't have a choice, but because to fail now would be unforgivable. So they bulldozed over the pile of their own dead and kept pushing.

The Surric Local Defense Force would be annihilated before it gave ground to any of these foes. It would never willingly surrender a single life to this threat. And Force willing, they would smite the enemy with the force of a vengeful god.

 

[Kristyl Vaashe]

~ Kristyl Vaashe ~​

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Location: Naboo, Theed City Streets.
Belongings: Knights Obsidian Leathers | Asaraa's first Lightsaber.
Companion: Diana Sophistica .
Objective: Escape & Get To Safety.

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"The Red Hare" could already be seen descending down from the skies above, flying through the flak of enemy fire and maneuvering between friendly craft as the Confederate Fleet waged a destructive front against what felt to be a cataclysmic force falling over Naboo. The sight of Diana Sophistica 's Starship reaffirmed the conviction in Kristyl's step as she awkwardly carried the weight of her Master's armour against her left flank, the pair of them stumbling in the dark for all the chaos that ensued around them.

Somewhere out there, Kristyl's Mother and Aunt were likely fighting their own battle for survival. Asaraa Vaashe and Dreidi Xeraic no doubt defied the odds as they fought to protect others, shoring up part of the defensive force against this new and unknown enemy. Kris didn't have the time to think about them, though she wanted to call out to them both so dearly for her life; the fact was that in this very moment, there was a life in her hands and too much going on around them to consider what might be, elsewhere on Naboo. Everything was happening so fast, and the young woman was simply struggling to keep her head above water, so to speak.

"I'm sorry... you will get to practice with my weight for a bit...
Lets get the Hare. Use whatever you can. Be safe. Lets move out."​

Diana's apology was unexpected, though Kristyl didn't want to pay it too much mind. The Woman was far stronger than Kris herself was, and were they not caught so unexpectedly off guard in this devastating attack, the chances were strong that Diana would have been carrying Kristyl, and not the way things seemed to be today. Despite Diana's remorse, she gave Kristyl direction in her instruction and the younger of the pair would do her utmost to make her Master proud, wanting to portray the same strength of willpower that she had seen through their short time together thus far.

Blasterfire sounded off from the Red Hare as Blue Squid manned the controls from the cockpit, Diana's squid-looking droid making up for her lack of presence on board, targeting the creatures that sought to race after the two women as they struggled to reach the landing ramp of the descending craft. The earth shook and broke all around them as the powerful blasts of plasma energy impacted nearby, some of which sent the frenzied beasts screaming into vapour, the embers of their remains coating the pair in an off spray of blood, ash and debris. With one arm raised up in front of her face, Kristyl reached the loading ramp and encouraged Diana forward onto it before shouting loudly towards the entrance of the ship; "We're in. Get us out of here!!!".

 

[Diana Sophistica]

-=Diana Sophistica=-​

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Location: Naboo
Tags: Kristyl Vaashe + open
Ship: "The Red Hare"
Equipment: Prosthetics, Diana original lightsaber +attachment rods, Diana's master ligthsaber + Bodyglove
Droids: Orange Kitten, Blue Squid
Objective: Earth
Inspirational music

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The ship arrived with a loud roaring. Around them the carnage and rage would settle itself into a cacophony that was unrelenting. There was no stopping the raging that kept itself within the roaring of the air. Monsters of unspeakable shapes and sizes were devouring men and woman alike. Valiant fighters and comrades laid spread across meters of road with little to no regard for who and what they had once stood for. It had been a rough battle... but the carnage was unspeakable. And now, with Diana in a state unfit for battle, she had to escape. An act she felt rather unfavourable towards.

Her student... the little girl that had to carry her. She looked upon her as the ship in its stark white and blue appeared. The woman's arm was in shambles and left no room for repairs. Her arm feeling awfully useless as her leg seized up. It had been a while since she last had to strain her hip to balance herself this way. A twang of pain ran through her as the leg of metal whizzed in vain and caught itself on the last spring's leg. It burst and seized, only to stop functioning altogether. She leaned on the girl and tried to focus solely on making it up the ramp that came descending down towards her.

It was perhaps the chances she had in life before this. But she felt like this fight had been the least fair. She refused to believe that these monsters had come to destroy a moment that had been so positive to her up until now. The moment she found herself within the clutches of her reality again she realized she was inside the ship. Having scaled the ramp with but a leg and the support of the young girl... nay the young woman in front of her. She smiled, a vain attempt to comfort her as she spoke:

"I think we will be traveling for a little bit together... I will find us a safe place..."

She stood on one leg, her arm all but destroyed and with the sounds that came from her lips she let herself go from the grasp of the young woman. The metal of the android took her frame in a firm grip. Hovering to support her the best it could. She looked defeated but steadfast. It was only a moment, but the eyes of the woman glistened with hope for the future.

"We will make it to a safe haven... I'll make sure you can save everyone next time... now let us go... We can't do anything here right now..."

She said the last words with a single tear rolling down her face. She wanted to get a replacement for her lost metal and step back out. Save her friends, colleagues and those dear to her. But the future would hold more for those on the ship. There was hope within the walls of this metal as she stood there. Outside was only the despair that brought itself upon those who remained. She felt her feet lift from the ground as Blue Squid lift her into the air and carried her to the command center of the ship. She spoke simply;

"Get us out of here... Blue Squid... prepare for operations, we need something better this time."​

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-=The Emerald Flame=-​

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[Kristyl Vaashe]

~ Kristyl Vaashe ~​

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Location: "The Red Hare".
Belongings: Knights Obsidian Leathers | Asaraa's first Lightsaber.
Companion: Diana Sophistica .
Objective: Escape.

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"I think we will be travelling for a little bit together... I will find us a safe place...We will make it to a safe haven...
I'll make sure you can save everyone next time... now let us go... We can't do anything here right now...".​

"But what about my Mom, and my Aunt?!" Kristyl turned back to look up at Diana Sophistica , the woman starting to move higher up the loading ramp and on her way into the safety of the Red Hare; "We can't just leave them down there!" she exclaimed, a look of determination coming over her out of desperation for her family living on Naboo.

"Get us out of here... Blue Squid... prepare for operations, we need something better this time.".
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Diana knew the price of war, and the risks of returning to what could only be described as some kind of sentient-made hell on the surface; Yet Kris hadn't experienced as much as her new teacher had, and she didn't want to consider the cost of what she might pay in attempting to save Asaraa Vaashe and Dreidi Xeraic down there. Before she really had the chance to do anything about it, the ship was already ascending skyward and she'd been forced to follow on after her Master for fear of her own safety while the sounds of turbo-laser fire and starfighters echoed loudly even beyond the closing loading bay, sealing shut with a finality that Kristyl couldn't put to words.

She didn't realize it at that time but this would be the last time she would visit her homeworld in a very long while. She had so many memories there, friends that might not have survived as long as she had already. Her heart sank in her chest now that she had the actual time to breathe and feel out the scene she had left behind. The adrenaline had been given respite enough to dull down and her legs buckled, dropping her to the floor in the starship corridor, eyes still looking back over her shoulder where they had entered into the safety of the ship.

It was senseless to argue. She was just a girl after all with no real training outside of what short time she had been introduced to Diana's curriculum if you could call it that. Her body seemed to have made up the decision for her, any feeling of strength now waning as the toll of survival caught up with her and frankly she reeled at the experience. She had seen others being swept up in the chaos of it all, some of which had died before having a fighting chance to run. It had all been so terrible...-And now. Now Kristyl just sat there, falling silent in resignation and allowing her Master the reprieve to venture to the cockpit and assist the droids in getting them both somewhere safe.

 

[Gath]

NABOO - GROUNDSIDE

A single, skeletal finger raised.

Such was the folly of the Unmaker's old adversary. Medjai laid broken. Shattered. Scattered upon the four winds as countless pieces. The Unmaker, conversely, was whole. Within his grasp was the power to level the heavens. Within hers? The means to inhabit a single body. Poorly at that. Thus, as his old nemesis defended herself, a chilling laugh rattled through his bones. She moved quickly, shielding herself from the lightning and retaliating with burning light. The Unmaker welcomed the assault.

His finger met the burning light.

And flicked it aside like the flea it was.

"Oh, I'll leave." came his retort. "I'll leave you as pieces underfoot. As a whisper. A memory."

Darkness pooled within the Unmaker's crimson gaze. The glow intensified. Burned.

"And once you are buried for good, harm is all I'll do."

Amidst his taughting laugh came his own retaliation. The Darkness howled as heat burning from his eyes. Columns of angry fire to incinerate the reincarnate and the ground she stood on.​

Taiia Mataan​

 

[Taiia Mataan]

//: Allyson Locke //: Gath //:

OOC NOTE: Taiia goofed and never posted the closing post. Here you go, enjoy fam.​

Taiia drew a deep breath as her emerald eyes scanned the burning city for a moment in his arrogance the Unmaker would perhaps find this act to be an acceptance of her death of defeat. She drew strength from what her eyes beheld all around her, her comrades fought valiantly against the unending horde. Through the force, she felt countless lights of life be extinguished, the pain and fear of the countless souls on Naboo. It felt as if all of the force was screaming out for relief. She closed her eyes for a moment to draw a steadying breath as warm tears formed in her eyes.

She spoke so softly that her words would simply be stolen away by the wind. <"There is no death, there is only the Force."> Once again her eyes opened and boldly she stepped forward answering the call of the Force as she had so many times before if it called for a champion she would answer. With each step, she pulled deeper from an unknown well of power as the voice of Medjai spoke into her mind.

<"Fear not, he is powerful but not unending. You will not die today but you will be forever changed. For that, I am sorry, know what remains of my power will be granted to you. Your body will not be able to contain it, you must gather it and then unleash it at once or it will destroy you as certainly as the Unmaker would.">

As she moved forward and Medjai spoke the Unmaker cut through the distraction of the internal dialogue, perhaps sensing the threat struck first. The very first sensation was pain, even before she knew what was going on. Her very being felt as if she was being ripped apart, being unmade. Had she time to consider, she might have wondered if this is what Kyyrk had felt. She fell to one knee nearly collapsing in agony, wanting to scream but unable to give voice to the pain but just as suddenly the pain stopped.

From the outside, Taiia was engulfed in flame dark and powerful slowly the darkness of the flames began to burn away a brilliant white pushed back the darkness and exploded out in all directions burning away the nether spawn in the immediate area as Medjai fully bestowed her power on Taiia. In the center of that light stood the young Obsidian Lord, changed yet not. Her green burned with a fury that had never been seen in them. There was no obvious difference in the woman save, for one thing, her ears were slightly long enough to where the top of the ears barely poked through the red locks on her head.

The minute change would be lost on many but to the Unmaker, he would know the image of his foe the Eldorai, of Medjai. The one before him was truly her 'child'. A single word burned into her mind <"NOW!"> in a single move she vanished, even in the mighty Unmaker would be blind to the movement she appeared directly in his face, her palm held toward his face with fingers pointed toward the sky. This was no skill that Taiia knew, and when she spoke it was not the voice any would expect. "Be Gone."

Scarcely had the words been uttered before an untold amount of power emanated from her palm, in a single almost effortless blast the Unmaker would be removed from the mortal plane. Erased from physical existence for a time, he would return but not anytime soon, it would take time and grant the Confederacy the time they so desperately needed. In an instant it was over, the unmaker and his legions in the immediate area were gone and with her power spent the redhead's eyes closed and she felt her body grow limp as she fell toward the ground a small smile touching her lips, she made it in time.

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