Boldly they Rode and Well (OS Dominion of Corellia)

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective: Incom Facilities
[member="Darth Akron"], [member="Darth Adekos"]

Inside the hangar bay, a hefty surprise awaited the two humanoids. A Herglic stood in front of the shuttle that they would no doubt take to reach their destination. His only clothing was a pair of XXXXL black cargo pants, with oversized black combat shoes to match. The lack of a shirt exposed white and black blubber, with absurdly large muscles rippling underneath. Clearly, the fitness regimen had been paying off. The cetacean's forehead bore the brand of a single Massassi glyph, as did the backs of his flippers.

Orcus ceased crocheting at their approach, tucking the implements of his hobby inside a large pouch on his belt. He adjusted the strap of the gigantic Vonduun Skerr shield slung over his back. Just a plain, chitinous thing. It might have been remarkable had not other One Sith shields included three fire-breathing dragon heads attached to the front, along with two amphistaffs and a resistance to boferr pollen. Orcus' neglect for ridiculously powerful shielding was fully intentional. Vong were the worst sort of parasites. He wished to limit interaction with them and their creations to a minimal.

"Hauuum. Greetings, Adekos, Akron. Paying your regards to Incom? I hope you do not mind a third. I hear three is a party."

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Akron"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"]

"Appropriating is a weak word. Pillaging would be more apt." Adekos clarified to the person he had once known and no longer did.

If Akron hadn't gone through a makeover, Darth Adekos wouldn't have recognized him. Knights were a dime-a-dozen commodity back in the day. Even if this one had secured tenuous stewardship over one planet or another (probably Korriban, but who would remember such a paltry detail), there had been literally thousands of star systems under the old Empire's thumb. Some weathered that regime in a more dignified manner than others. Take, for instance, the Tion Cluster, which had done nicely for itself. Then take Togoria, which... Well, no one liked to talk about Togoria under the old Empire. Nasty bit of business, that.

As soon as they entered the hangar, they were treated to the sight of Darth Shamu engaging in bare-chested arts and crafts. Darth Adekos was in absolutely no position to rebuff someone who offered help, much less a hulking Cetacean with enough raw power in the Dark Side to put a nexus to shame. Orcus was a more than welcome addition.

"By all means, I would be most pleased if you were to join us. I do think you have a tendency to make these sorts of missions... Easier."

 

[Reverance]

Objective: Annihilate/Subdue Protectorate Forces

The Right Hand. It was everywhere these days, as the time for conquering was upon all those who neighbored the One Sith and their monstrous appetite. Upon the helm, a lightly armored Sith Lord rested on the arm of his metal throne. The armorweave coalesced with the black steel to form this drab slew of oynx and earth. Fingers of the left hand clacked against the thrones metallic appendage as he stared out towards the planet, a crimson eye piercing from such self-inflicted hallow status.

The universe was darker these past days, the force was molested and estranged from those that would call it friend and slave alike. And yet, the Sith took glee in such losses and took advantage of said hunger for all things worthy of merit. It was quite admirable, he thought, as a right hand moved with little effort. Nails dragging across skin beneath Lotek'k hide straps, he scratched the itch furiously before lifting himself from the elevated chair.

"Stay out of range...we wont be falling in line for those defenses..." He spoke confidently and with an air of indifference. For what was the Hand if not a man nearly maddened by his own thirst and lust. The two so often went hand in hand. But for all the madness about him, he knew his way around the universe.

Clack, scuff, clack, scuff. He scraped the heels of his boots across the floor as he exited the bridge, heading towards the Hangar.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: CEC Shipyard
Objective: Take it intact

These Protectorate forces and their defenses were proving to be a challenge, they had only advanced another hundred meters before meeting another line of troopers and had been held up again. She was getting nervous that they might be trying to overload the shipyard to prevent it from falling into their hands, but she wondered since they hadn't done that yet if the person who held the destruct code had vanished.

She was going to have risk using the Force right now, else they would continue this annoying grind forward. Locking her lightsaber into its spinning mode, she threw it with the Force down the corridor and like an energy disk of death, it carved its way through the enemy forces in front of her. And then the Force hit back as she groaned from a massive headache hitting her all of a sudden, but she had to keep the lightsaber moving for a bit longer. The headache got worse and worse, but finally her lightsaber had killed the enemy and returned to her hand.

Rubbing her temples for a moment, she allowed a medic to see to her about the headache. The sooner the ones still in the Nether dealt with whoever caused this, the better she thought.

"Move up, secure the area," she ordered. Over the comlink she could hear the struggle continuing, her forces had breached another section of the yard near the control center but were facing heavy heavy resistance.

"We need to attack the command center of the yard, keep moving," she ordered, getting back to attention and moving forward with her lightsaber back in its single mode.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Excellent!" Boomed the Herglic, clapping [member="Darth Adekos"] on the back with a massive flipper. "Shall we then?"

Had he had a cape, Orcus would have swept aboard the shuttle. Instead he merely lumbered, each step causing the vessel's ramp to groan ominously. He sat himself down in the troop bay, not presuming that his girth could make an entrance to the cockpit. That would cause embarrassment all around. Once more his size proved to be an ever-present source of chagrin.

The Sith Lord looked sheepish and averted his gaze. His rump fit surprisingly well on the troop bay bench. Humming a ditty at the lower frequency of human hearing, Orcus withdrew his crocheting utensils and amused himself for the ride to Incom.

[member="Darth Akron"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

The Dark Lord of the Sith wasn't the only Sith Lord in the Core regions that was expanding his influence. Alicia Drey's arrival in Coronet City was done in a clandestine fashion. She filtered her way in through Corellia's traffic, it's control systems hectic and disorganized in the ensuing chaos that had gripped the Corellia system and the rest of the galaxy. Thus, the Niathal-class shuttle went by undeterred by questions or interruptions, as the Corellians worried about half of it's population disappearing over night and the One Sith who had come to take their world for themselves.

Property was a market that could now be exploited in the ensuing disappearance of residents who had come and done. For reasons she could not fathom, Alicia Drey was one of the few people who had not been taken by the mysterious force. Consequentially, the woman sought to expand her influence throughout the Core as quickly as possible.

Her adventure on Kuat had proved unsuccessful. She respected power and nodded her head in appreciation to Kuat Drive Yards and the security that it had to offer to both it's assets and property, for the Sith Lord had not been able to procure anything from her time on the luxurious world. Corellia would be different, as her enterprise was much smaller.

Among Coronet, the Sith Lord dipped into the flow of the White Current and disappeared without a trace in the Force. The cowl of her robe lifted over her head, she took to leave the spaceport where she had left her transport and out into the Coronet City, where she would purchase the homes and properties of residence who could no longer enjoy their shelter.

"It's almost like the dark side is rewarding us for our troubles," Alicia murmured, as she watched the skies full up with the One Sith's fighters. Indeed, in their own little way, the Sith had avenged their old Empire in spite of their new one; and thus paid testimony and homage to Sorzus Syn's words.

Topple the old order, in place of the new.​

 

[Khallesh]

The Yorik-Trema hurtled through the atmosphere, leaving a streak of burning gold in its wake. Hundreds of vessels, each unique in appearance descended in a rain of fire. Anti-air fire leapt up from the ground to strike down the attacking vessels.

Even the armoured underbelly of the creatures succumbed with enough fire, and many Yuuzhan-Vong would not make it to the ground today. Khallesh closed her eyes and tried to focus. The raw excitement was turning towards fear that she could not afford to display in front of her subordinates. Burning up in the atmosphere was no way for a warrior to die.

She was utterly unaware of the current speed or altitude of the vehicle. Even when the dovin basals directed all power to slowing their descent, they were still essentially in free-fall – just in the other direction. As the sensation of weightlessness remained throughout, the only warning that she had was a call from the pilot that they were nearing the ground.

Each Yorik-Trema contained the Hrosha-Gul equivalent of a platoon. Six Yuuzhan-Vong warriors, with thirty Chazrach who each carried a chitin carbine. Yuuzhan Vong warriors were elite, and could not be expended in huge numbers – that was what Chazrach and Thralls were for.

What Khallesh did feel, was the ground-to-air missile striking the side of the Yorika Trema as she was suddenly flattened back into her seat.

“We’re off course!” called the pilot. “Right in the middle of the firefight!”

“Doesn’t sound like off course to me!” shouted one of the warriors. The Chazrach did not look so pleased.

The Molleung worms disgorged them from the vehicle and fifteen Chazrach were immediately annihilated. They had come down right between [member="Vrag"] and her forces, and the enemy emplacements. Blaster fire streaked through the air in such density that there was no hope of advancing from this position. Instead the survivors took cover behind the Yorik Trema, knowing full well the creature would not survive long, but hoping the carcass would provide cover until the Sith forces advanced.
The Yorik-Trema hurtled through the atmosphere, leaving a streak of burning gold in its wake. Hundreds of vessels, each unique in appearance descended in a rain of fire. Anti-air fire leapt up from the ground to strike down the attacking vessels.

Even the armoured underbelly of the creatures succumbed with enough fire, and many Yuuzhan-Vong would not make it to the ground today. Khallesh closed her eyes and tried to focus. The raw excitement was turning towards fear that she could not afford to display in front of her subordinates. Burning up in the atmosphere was no way for a warrior to die.

She was utterly unaware of the current speed or altitude of the vehicle. Even when the dovin basals directed all power to slowing their descent, they were still essentially in free-fall – just in the other direction. As the sensation of weightlessness remained throughout, the only warning that she had was a call from the pilot that they were nearing the ground.

Each Yorik-Trema contained the Hrosha-Gul equivalent of a platoon. Six Yuuzhan-Vong warriors, with thirty Chazrach who each carried a chitin carbine. Yuuzhan Vong warriors were elite, and could not be expended in huge numbers – that was what Chazrach and Thralls were for.

What Khallesh did feel, was the ground-to-air missile striking the side of the Yorika Trema as she was suddenly flattened back into her seat.

“We’re off course!” called the pilot. “Right in the middle of the firefight!”

“Doesn’t sound like off course to me!” shouted one of the warriors. The Chazrach did not look so pleased.

The Molleung worms disgorged them from the vehicle and fifteen Chazrach were immediately annihilated. They had come down right between [member="Vrag"] and her forces, and the enemy emplacements. Blaster fire streaked through the air in such density that there was no hope of advancing from this position. Instead the survivors took cover behind the Yorik Trema, knowing full well the creature would not survive long, but hoping the carcass would provide cover until the Sith forces advanced.

 

[Quietus]

Among Coronet, the Sith Lord dipped into the flow of the White Current and disappeared without a trace in the Force. The cowl of her robe lifted over her head, she took to leave the spaceport where she had left her transport and out into the Coronet City, where she would purchase the homes and properties of residence who could no longer enjoy their shelter.

As the Sith Lord called upon the Force to hide herself within the White Current, she would feel an undeniable flux within the flow. For a few moments she disappeared, just as intended, but then something began to happen. The veil obscuring her dissipated and her skin began to itch, to burn.

Red lesions appeared across her flesh and body, blistering and painful. Any attempt to rid them by use of the Force would only make them worse, make them fester, make them spread.

Somewhere, across the planes of Chaos, someone cackled with glee.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Space
Objective: Take the shipyards

Taeli and her forces had finally broken through the defenders, but not without suffering heavy casualties. The control room was now occupied by Sith troopers and technicians as they shut down the shipyard's defenses or began turning them on the defenders. There was still pockets of enemy forces in this shipyard, but they were starting to be mopped up by the Sith forces as more reinforcements arrived to hold this yard.

"I want this yard's shields up and running, inform some of our blockade forces to move into this area to prevent any enemy retaliation," she ordered. "This yard is now under One Sith and Krayt Industries supervision until the invasion is complete."

"What next, my Lady?"

"We move onto to the next yard," she said simply, moving out of the control room and activating her comlink. "Commander, I want commando teams deployed to the next yard, then send more boarding craft escorted by our fighters to make sure the CDF don't do too much damage."

"Yes, Lady Arcanix," the reply came across the channel. Taeli made her way to the nearest boarding craft as breach pods were launched at the next shipyard to disgorge their commando teams that would secure chokepoints and areas of arrival for the rest of the One Sith forces on CEC Two.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Annihilate the OP fortress
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Khallesh"]

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The AT-AW continued shooting, rockets and all, eating at the opposition's defenses with the lethal accuracy of an emotionless machine. The Sith forces flowed beside them, providing cover fire and distraction as they were joined by the decimated Vong. With the arrival of those equally emotionless sentients, this war of attrition would slowly but surely start to pick up the pace.

It would be a bloody battle, that much was obvious. Then again, anything less, and the Sith would almost be disappointed; this was one of the most guarded planets of the Omega Protectorate, it was only natural to expect they'd fight tooth and nail for it.

In the end, however, Vrag knew they would come to recognize the futility of their struggle. The Forcer hunters who used to lord over this world had retreated when the Rupture struck, and whatever presence they still maintained was a severely diminished one. The populace of the planet may have very well taken up arms in an attempt to defend their home, but the common rabble, terrified and untrained as they were, wouldn't last long against the disciplined and organized forces of the One Sith.

The Knight risked a chance look over to the two smaller women beside her, her trigger finger feeling slightly numb by now. The yodaling was a complete unknown, and she only had a vague recollection of the green face when it had sped past her on Prakith; still, that day at the spaceport was full of rushing troops and Vong, so she may very well remember wrong. Not that it really mattered, anyway. So long as the Sith could pull her weight and dish out some damage, Vrag was happy to have her along. The lady to her right, however, was a different story completely. Committing mass murder together had a way of breaking the ice like nothing else did, and there was a pleasant familiarity in knowing that Iron Maiden was there to kick ass and take names. Well, Matsu Xiangu. Whatever.

Hopefully, the woman couldn't read minds. On the off chance that she did... oh, well. She'd led a pretty fulfilling life thus far, and going out in the middle of battle was as good a place as any. The thought — ridiculously out of place, yet oddly fitting at the same time — brought an almost serene smile to her face, and once more Vrag was glad that her helmet was there to hide the display of emotion. What would the enemy think? A Sith, smiling?

The end was truly nigh.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Annihilate the Fortress​

Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Valtryx"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], @Khallesh​

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The machines laid waste with impunity and extreme prejudice, decimating the enemy's defenses quicker than they could muster a retaliation. The OP had mistakenly thought they would be the ones to put a noose around the necks of the Sith war machine; and for their shortsightedness they were paying a heavy toll.The Sith did not care about their losses, only victory, and when facing an enemy with that mentality one could only hope for a quick judgment. The OP would not give up the planet easily and the Sith would not have it any other way. A victory by any method other than absolute domination would not be a complete victory in the eyes of the dark siders, and by the chants and words of encouragement for the enemy to fight by some of the Sith troopers was a testimony that they understood it as well.

The soldiers under the Sith Knight added their concentration of fire to that of the machines, only switching targets periodically to cull a threat then returned their attention back to the main defenses. Behind her, her snipers slowly advanced as they were ordered dropping targets quickly and with efficiency. The snipers had begun to target the enemy's commanders, sending most of the squads into confusion. Cut the head off the venomous snake and the body is harmless. She made a mental note to applaud them for their quick thinking tactics.

She wondered how many more lives the OP were willing to sacrifice to stop them before the realization set in that they were already defeated. With every death the enemy incurred was one less body to work the Sith labour camps. Life in those camps were not pleasant nor were they by any means a life anyone would openly embrace; but it was a far better alternative to dying for a lost cause. And this was a lost cause.


NPC

Spoiler

Location: Corellia
Force: 91

 

[Khallesh]

Khallesh kept low to the ground as the sound of blaster fire tearing into the remains of the Yorik trema became a roar. Every now and again the wind would shift and the air heated beyond the point of comfort. Where her Skerr Kyrric touched her skin, it blistered under the heat.

Crawling around in the dirt awaiting death, was this the fate that awaited her?

No. It would not be. She would die a warrior’s death if anything. She raised her head and looked at the terrain around them. A study building, if someone damaged, off to their left would serve as cover. A long way to run though. Still, dying with the enemy in her line of sight was better than this.

“That three and run for that hill!” she commanded a Chazrach. It looked to their right, seeing the open ground and its eyes went wide. Her arachnostaff almost lazily opened its jaws and the creature skittered away. She ran and idle finger across the back of its neck. The two of them were beginning to develop an understanding of sorts.

“Graash, Hul, follow me!” she shouted, pulling a blast bug from her armour.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"]​

Darth Akron simply bowed in response, men and women liked to say that the Sith were equal in stature. That a Sith Lord and a Sith Knight had equal say in matters of importance and that their words carried as much weight, a pretty dream, but a dream nonetheless.​

It was Adekos and Hion who would lead this mission and Akron would simply follow, aiding them in anyway possible. Perhaps there would be fun had, or perhaps it would be very boring.​

They would see.​

As the former King sat down in the transporter alongside his two Sith brethren he finally deemed it worthy to say something.​

‘I would like to warn you that my strength does not lie in… the subtle.’​

A current cackled between his extended hand.​

‘I hope this will not be an issue?’​

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Orcus stared at [member="Darth Akron"] for a long moment, then his face split open in a too-wide smile that revealed rows of large, conical teeth. His sudden chuckle hit that deep bass note that makes the stomach reverberate.

"Yes, friend, you are the one who should worry about subtlety."

The congenial words were followed by more chuckling. Ah yes, what was life without laughter? Orcus pulled a yarn through his newest creation with a hook, continuing to crochet. And to think, they said that Sith did not know how to lighten up, but here was Darth Akron, a prime example of levity.

"A good joke."


[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Space
Objective: Move onto the next shipyard

With the first shipyard mainly secure, Taeli was moving onto the second, her transport detaching from the airlock with a few squads of Sith troopers on the way to the next one. Around them, a space battle raged between the Sith forces and those under CDF and Protectorate control, frigates and corvettes exchanging withering fire while the bigger ships of the line slugged it out.

Her transport was joined by a squadron of Wrath-class fighters that were escorting more boarding craft to the next CEC shipyard. She was already receiving reports that the commando pods had pierced the defenses at the second yard, with three airlocks and a small hanger under their control, but they were facing a fierce amount of resistance now. The Corellian spine was stiffening it seemed, and they needed to work faster.

Several Yuuzhan Vong Yorik-Trema started to join up with coralskippers, even as Corellian and Protectorate fighter craft and defenses started engaging them. This had all the hallmarks of a real battle, almost like Rendili, and the Sith forces were taking heavy losses but so were the defenders. Her transport streaked towards the hanger the commandos had secured, her lightsaber in her hand and ready once the ramp lowered and disgorged her troops. Yuuzhan Vong warriors were also linking up with them now, the Yorik-Trema unloading several squads of warriors.

"Take the yard, leave it intact, move out," she ordered simply, igniting her lightsaber and leading her forces forward.

 

[Quietus]

‘I would like to warn you that my strength does not lie in… the subtle.’​

A current cackled between his extended hand.​

‘I hope this will not be an issue?’​

The crackling current suddenly fizzled to be replaced with a wilting bouquet of flowers. They still smelled fairly nice despite clearly needing water.

[member="Darth Akron"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Akron"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"]

"Yes, well, if there's one thing Mr. Akron is known for it's his sense of humor."

Adekos did a double take when suddenly the electric current the man had summoned transformed into a bouquet of flowers. Dry, but possessed of a wonderful fragrance. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the human Sith. His colleagues regularly created abominations through genetic Sith alchemy, drained the life from innocent people, conjured powerful storms of electrical energy... But it wasn't until one of them conjured up a bouquet of flowers that he decided there was a line that could not be crossed.

Or maybe something strange was, indeed, happening. It was irrelevant. Adekos had felt a stranger sort of disturbance in the Force, but he had never imagined anything would manifest this way.

"For me?" He said, reaching out with telekinesis to seize the flowers and bring them over to him. "Why, you shouldn't have."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Orcus raised a hairless brow, apparently unperturbed. Unless stuck with a harpoon, whales tended to be patient creatures, placid by nature. Besides, the Herglic possessed an ever-increasing tolerance for sudden freakish aberrations in the Force.

"Ah, the rare and lethal Coma-bloom," he muttered with appreciation, reaching out a flipper to stroke one of the yellow horn-shaped flowers. The study of botany was one of his many hobbies... along with crocheting, knitting and Native Massassi Ceramics.

"You have good taste."


Time had piddled away as they conversed. The shuttle settled onto a landing pad near the Incom Facilities and the pilots lowered the ramp, hoping that they could get rid of the bouquet-conjurers quickly.


[member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Akron"]

 

[Velda Nar-Donna]

Location: Coronet City, one block away from The Embassy
Objective: Occupy Coronet City

Velda's forces met pockets of resistance here and there, as the young Sith moved beyond her forces to do some personal scouting and figure out what was beyond her army, and standing on a roof top she saw it, the embassy, very much intact which she was pleased to see.

Most of the enemy combatants despite remaining Omega Protectarate military, had been criminals, taking advantage of the vulnerable state of the city. The one Sith of course, would not allow this as the military under her control sliced and diced through such vagrants...lawful order, albeit evil, must be maintained after all.

Almost there, and soon, the city shall be of The One Sith's…

Moving back to the front of her advancing forces she received a communication, that they captured a military fellow, of some fairly high rank.

Not very much time had passed as Velda made her way to this prisoner. And there she found him bound with his hands behind his back and on his knees.

“Name please...” Velda said, not willing to waste much time….

“Service number - one zero, one, eight, five, dash six, alpha, bravo.” He said in a monotone robotic tone, without emotion. A reply that earned a raised brow and lopsided smirk from the young Duchess under the hood of her robe…

After a moment of tense silence Velda's smooth voice laced with sweet venom inquired something of more importance, letting this individual know she was unwilling to play games.

“What is it that you know about the nature of these galaxy wide vanishings...”

Again the prisoner repeated his answer…

“Service number - one zero, one, eight, five, dash six, alpha, bravo...”

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“Kill him...” She simply said while turning ...her ears hearing the her ears then heard the blaster shot, a plasma bolt, right to the face, punctuated by a muffled thump as body hit duracrete. Sending another lost soul to the Netherworld...never to return...just one more soul...falling fast.

NPC

Spoiler

Soldiers: 150
Slicer Team: 12

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Objective: Annihilate/subdue Protectorate fortresses.

Her allies were not in short supply. Somewhere on the field her old apprentice Venefica led her troops closer and closer to the Protectorate fortresses, directing men and women loyal to her command. The thought gave her no small amount of pride. The woman was part of the movement eradicating their rival faction from a planet of contention and she could take enjoyment from that. She did not know the small Yoda-esque Knight that fought alongside her but she was holding her own. And fortunately for Vrag the malfunctioning of the Force worked in her favor. Despite a specialty with the mind Matsu could not hear the nickname that drifted across the warrior’s thoughts, something she’d usually pick up on with ease.

Ah well – she’d have known the moniker would stick since Prakith, and as she’d thought then there were worse things to be called.

The AT-AW’s were doing spectacularly, providing cover along with ranged gunfire for the close battle raging around Matsu and her allies. However just as her lightsaber burned through the light armor of two soldiers intent on dispatching her in one wide left-to-right sweep, one of the AT-AW’s to her right exploded after the toss of a well-aimed grenade at its underside, a fiery blast that shook the immediate area and threw shrapnel in all directions. Though she was far enough to avoid the radius, white-hot pieces of metal flew outwards, whistling through the air until the wet smack of slicing through Sith and Protectorate forces alike halted their momemtum, the force of the blast flattening everything in its vicinity and leaving scattered gore in its wake.

Face settling in determination, Matsu kept moving forward – those Sith had died for greater purpose and the Protectorate in vain. She patched to the AT-AW operators: “Begin concentrating concussion fire on the fortresses – make us an entrance!” The three remaining machines kept moving forward among her forces, firing missiles towards the walls as Matsu directed the troops in formation closest to the AT-AW’s to guard their more vulnerable undersides. After this, the Sith could roll in and take everything for their own.

[member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Khallesh "]| [member="Darth Venefica"]​