The Dead God
Outer Rim
900 ABY
The world turned as it had a million years before, as the sun rose and set on its horizons and its people rose to work or fell to sleep. Under the enlightened freedom and protection offered to them by the Mandalorian Protectors, it had found a new prosperity unchained by the imperial yoke. Thereupon a world who knew peace parsed sparingly by the militarized imperials yet fighting for control, people lived lives capable of joy.
It was there, in the morning sky over New Junction, that a storm began to form. Lightning arced miles, and dread began to fill the sky as an artificial eclipse shadowed the Capital in violence. Above their heads, and citizens and soldiers alike turned their gaze to the sky and a new dawn - they would see the silhouette of a great harbinger of death. It formed from the aether, a ship out of nightmares forged from the screaming violent deaths of millions; and its name was the on lips of all.
“Mors Mon.”, the Mountain in the Sky, Death’s Chariot.
Amidst shuttering and violent clouds that began to stir the air and form tornados in its wake, it began to ignite the world in an instant, brutal artillery barrage on everything beneath it. So instant was its destruction, thousands of lives turned to ash in only a matter of seconds - ignited tibanna gas cutting great swathes of death through the world. Death on a mass scale had come for this world, marked by the sudden release of five battlecruisers - Khan class destroyers setting out to destroy the various cities of the world.
It became immediately obvious, a fact so brutal there was no denial, that the Sith had not come here for conquest. Their shots didn’t target the military stations with priority, they did not surgically strike at the most important, critical locations, instead saturating the most heavily populated places in seconds. Emergency beacons, SOS signals, a thousand alarms silenced by the brutal and unequal aggression.
Now the world was under siege by a force unwilling to conquer, but to genocide and destroy. This was not the fight most had become used to - wherein they would fight for geopolitical dominance, but the blind and judased destruction of an entire world.
Objective I - Snake’s Head
The Council of Feriae Junction met often to discuss the life and times of their world, assured by the protection of the Mandalorians. It was the sudden assault that broke them from the peaceful dream they held, that their protection was absolute. They assumed that if any violence came to their door, it would be by the Imperial Remnants - not this.
Now, the Sith had come from the sky - with no warning. An immediate and destructive response that held no equal. The nearest forces were jumps away. In all this chaos, the Council had come to terms that they would need to depart to vaults and shelters far from the war, overcoming their streets and sky.
The Sith, as if aware of the evacuation, began to appear in the Federal Building with no warning. Reports began to come in of assaults in all directions, places none would be able to reach - but the worst of the reports spoke of Death itself. There on the radio, the screams reached the officers of a single being killing all he approached;
“Darth Empyrean.”
Protect the council, the Emperor comes for their life.
Objective II - Nurgle’s Embrace
Streets ran red with the blood of innocents, tens of thousands, many hundreds quickly falling to the orbital bombardments, bombings, and assaults. These in themselves were destructive and consistent alone, but the assault persisted beyond the realm of conventional arms - as the dead began to rise and attack once more. As it had on Yavin, Felucia, and a dozen worlds before;
The Plague had come to Feriae Junction.
In the streets, riots began to take hold as local police units were quickly overwhelmed. Citizens ran from the carnage, from their loved ones turned infected, to the arms of soldiers and police units incapable of defending them.
Destroy the lives that remain as they funnel into corridors filled with death, or keep as many of the citizens alive as their world comes unfurled.
Objective III - Grand Terminal’s Fall
High above the world of Feriae Junction, the Grand Terminal sat waiting. For hundreds of years it has served as a bastion of trade and support between some of the largest hyperlanes in the galaxy; filled with trade vessels and wealth unmatched by all by the deep core. Now, it lies directly in the path of a massive Sith Battlecruiser, known solely as ‘Mors Katan’.
Initial firing volleys had proven their strategy was transparent - the Sith were firing for effect on the support systems. There was no other possible conclusion to come to, the Sith intended to drop the station back on the planet, and judging by the interception vectors, it will fall from orbit directly onto the city of New Junction.
The death would be unmatched, the fall of Grand Terminal would devastate the world perhaps permanently. To defend it may mean the life of every person in the world - to attack it would fulfill the goal of the Sith, the death of the world.
Prepare your weapons, the world’s fate is to be decided in orbit.