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Invasion Break of Dawn || CIS Invasion of BOTM held Rhand



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ALLIES: CIS +
ENEMIES: BOTM +
FOCUS: Vemric Keldra
INVENTORY: x | x | x

There was certainly a calm before the storm, Oleander's hand clasping the Grand Marshal's then coming to join his other behind his back. His dark leathers held an almost gothic contrast to the more mundane uniforms to those around him. He'd half expected, if everything went to plan, that he was severely over dressed for this occasion. However, that expectation was quickly dashed away.

He backed away a few paces as Vemric directed those under his command, giving the Sephi space but also distancing himself to get a better grasp on the situation, to better distribute the sounds that invaded his senses. While he was not well versed in space combat, he knew enough to know when things were going wrong.

But when Vemric turned back to him, suggested he leave, Death himself had to pause. A brief chuckle caught in his throat, swallowed by the acknowledgement that the Grand Marshal knew not what he was suggesting. Still, he had to commend the other and their willingness hold the line where so much had already gone wrong so quickly. For a brief moment, Death found himself almost wishing his grand purpose would not extend to those aboard the Requiem.

Perhaps he was growing soft.

"I'm not the one looking death in the eyes," he said. Any other time he would've taken a small joy in the duplicity of that sentence. "If you're intent on leading to the bitter end, allow me to extend a small aid to that end." Again, he held out his hand in what'd appear to be another handshake. If Vemric chose to accept it, though, he'd know an inkling of what Oleander drew power from. The cold-to-touch hand would soon withdraw and with a "Observation another time, then, perhaps," Death withdrew from the bridge, making for his own vessel below.

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Location: Port Sorrow - Retasking
Equipment: Strill tech specialist
Enemies: MAW
Objective:
Port Sorrow Skyhook
TAGS: Srina Talon Srina Talon Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean Diocletian Kahmen’’a Diocletian Kahmen’’a Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber Taiia Locke Taiia Locke

Ket wasn't focused on the little skirmish with the Maw "slave" soldiers and didn't really care. The Squad leader focused on shooting down any remaining beasts that came into his sights. And then the term "base delta zero" flew into the conversation and he got a lot more interested. The one redhead woman was screaming about who should be blamed when the Squad Leader walked up to the group, tempted to shoot the Exarch's companion for giving him a mild headache. He turned to the Exarch and took off his helmet to get her attention, showing her his dirty blonde hair, olive skin, and dark brown eyes. She deserved the respect of seeing his real eyes while she talked to him, it was the most amount of informal he could do in this situation. "Ma'am, the Colonel has called for a general withdrawal and the transport that just got here is lifting off in 5 minutes. Unless you have some crazy wacky plan you would like to have us on, I got to fall back with you and your partner in crime in tow. I owe my squads' various families that much whatever you decide to do with these people" The Strill Merc waited on her response studying her posture and face. Hopefully, he didn’t incur her wraith by speaking his mind for his men. All he knew is that he didn’t have time to play the “Who did what" game if they were to get off this rock alive.
 
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Objective: Escape the Planetary Bombardment!
Location: Outskirts of The Grand Bone Temple, Rhand
Equipment: Ship Armour Scimitar Railgun Carbine Rifle Thermal Detonators BARC Speeder

Allies Tags: Kyyrk Kyyrk Jhira Mereel Jhira Mereel Ghost "Frankie" Sterling Ghost "Frankie" Sterling Zlova Rue Zlova Rue & CIS

Enemy Tags: BOTM & Dakrul Dakrul

The ground is slippery with gore and blood, but it was more goopy black than anything he has ever seen. A Zombie lunged to his left, mouth open wide enough for a bolt to send brain and skull matter in every direction, he’s covered in Zombie bits, not that he cared of course. The Zombies had been whittled down from a horde into a trickle. Good, they won’t be a huge problem anymore.

He’ll be giving his Scimitar a deep clean after all this and he’ll be deleting his Holovid late-night B movie list too. It turned out Zlova really didn’t need help but, he stayed nearby so, if she needed any actual cover he will give it to her. Then the ground shook, slightly at first until it vibrated with intensity. Something had gone horribly wrong, and they are slap bang in the middle.

Debris from the now ruined Temple rained down, the larger of these barely missed him. However, stray Temple masonry did knock him off his feet, caused deep lacerations to his torso and cracked his visor. The world spun in a vertigo swirl, it took all his will not to throw off his helmet and remove what he had for breakfast from his stomach.

He kept nausea in check as he climbed to his feet just in time to intercept a Zombie lunging at him, despite the pain he cut down more of the Undead.

More violent aftershocks came, and the Temple’s outer walls continued to fall, it could only mean one thing; Bombardment, no other thing could generate earthquakes like this. Still, he wanted to stay and fight and go down fighting like he always did. That is until the voice of rationality echoed in his head, and it sounded just like his brother. It is telling him to escape before he’s charcoal.

Besides, he needs to have a few words with Jhira concerning the unflattering callsign she lumbered him with. Hope no one else heard that. He’ll have to give her the correct one when he sees her next. If he sees her that is. Seriously Flat Head was what she could come up with, really?

Everything suddenly slowed to a halt as a high energy pulse hit near where they were. They either move or they are toast scrapings.

Diocletian swallowed his pride and legged it back to Vampire to leave before it incinerates the area, his survival instinct kept him upright where the pain wanted to drop him down where he ran. Up the path and he picked up speed as he could feel the heat from where he was.

Nope, charcoaled Ubese is off the menu today.

Once he reached his ship, he ran up the ramp and into the cockpit and began to start up sequence and praying he can get airborne quick enough because that laser thingy was getting rather close and the heat from it began to hurt him even through his armour.

The outcrop cracked and sheared off from the sheer power of the nearby beam, sending Diocletian’s ship down into the darkness and the rubble and dust swirled, then out of the gloom the Black Lambda emerged and headed towards space and away from the carnage below. He never liked running from a fight, but this wasn’t a fight this was wanton carnage that even he didn’t want to witness.

After the adrenalin eased up he sent out a CIS coded beacon letting them know he got out of there, he hoped it did at least. Yet the intense stinging pain in his torso demanded attention.

He ignored it, he shouldn't, but he forced it to the back of his mind anyway.
 
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Operation Cinder: Ground Battle

Location: Rhand, Port Sorrow
Tags: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Lunara Azure Lunara Azure


The Mongrel watched in silence as his foe simply leapt over his near-invisible trap, the CIS champion's entire body shifting forms so that it became something else - something lean, predatory, and powerful - in the middle of the jump. Apparently shifting forms to an entirely different body type did nothing to his clothing, for when he touched down his armor was still intact, a feat that would seem impossible. Striding forward as if it had all been nothing, the man waved his hand, and The Mongrel felt his satchel's shoulder strap rip as his bag of tricks flew away.

The Mongrel had known this feeling before: standing before a demigod. These were the masters of the galaxy, to whom apparently nothing was a challenge. They had been born special, with their gifts of magic. They waved their hands, and people died. They wore armor that nothing could breach, and wielded weapons that broke armies. They were so far beyond ordinary people that they barely seemed to even comprehend what it would be like to be ordinary, to not be able to stand up to a hundred warriors at once. To not rule over the legions of the meek.

He understood in that moment that he stood no chance here. There were a thousand ways this god could kill him, probably without breaking a sweat. None of his tricks, it was clear, would even scratch his foe. Even his dread blade, propelled by the full, superhuman strength of his cybernetic arms, would probably not pierce the thinnest point of his foe's armor. Without magic, he could not even hope to survive in this fight, let alone win. A little prayer to the Three Avatars escaped The Mongrel's lips. He was likely to meet them in the next sixty seconds, and be judged.

Or so he thought before the skies darkened and burned.

It had taken long enough for the CIS champions to reach him that a trap The Mongrel had not even known was ever planned had now been sprung. The surface of Rhand, largely scoured of valuables as soon as the Sorcerers had sensed the enemy approaching with their Darksight, was now being cleansed of anything that might fall into enemy hands. Everything still on the shadowed planet was now considered expendable... a category that included The Mongrel himself. In the grand designs of the Dark Voice, far more than a lone warlord could be readily sacrificed.

An entire world was being cast aside. What did one man matter?

An impossibly vast shadow fell across Port Sorrow, a portent of the coming doom that the falling station would bring. Huge chunks of it, blown apart by the Leviathan of Sev Tok, were already streaking toward the ground like a fan of knives from the heavens. And faster, far faster, fell the orbital bombardment. All around the port, the ground shuddered and burst as huge shipborne weapons opened up on the town's surroundings, sending up huge plumes of dust and ash. Outer buildings vanished in clouds of rubble, vaporized by the intensive fire of orbital autocannons.

A rush of wind called him back to the present, and he got his dread blade up just in time to crash the energy sword against the flying hammer. The tremendous strength of his cybernetic arms kept the weapon from smashing through his guard and blowing a clean hole through his chest... but the shockwave of the alchemized, empowered hammer's impact still threw him from his feet, slamming him down on his back and leaving him staring up at the sky. His arm servos blared alerts, letting him know they had been damaged by the tremendous force of the blow.

The Mongrel gathered his wits and rolled back over his shoulder, landing in a crouch. Ever since the complete replacement of his chest after the battle on Carlac, he couldn't really get the wind knocked out of him anymore. Had that not been the case, he would have been dead, easily run through with the CIS champion's lightsaber. As it was, he managed a frantic parry and threw himself aside, feeling the heat of the weapon as it jabbed for his mechanical heart. Backpedaling, his blade raised in a guard once again, he tried to put a little distance between himself and Gerwald.

"The Avatars call me home," The Mongrel said, looking up into the darkening clouds. "They will claim you too, before long. This world is nothing to the Dark Voice, nothing to the Maw. They will burn it all to ash rather than let you claim victory here, even if it means that I and all my warriors die in the process." Behind his durasteel mask, he grinned. "Will you stay here, shifter-warrior? Will you fight with me to the bitter end, as the skies fall and the seas boil and the lands burn?" He raised his dread blade defiantly, steeling himself for the hopeless fight.

If he held Gerwald here, at least they'd both die.

The Mongrel's satchel was gone, but he still had a few tricks left in his cybernetic systems. The clash with the hammer had sent waves of waste heat through his servos, building to the boiling point. But it wasn't truly waste heat if he had a use for it. Repeating a trick he'd used on Lao-mon, he vented it through his mask, breathing out a cloud of scalding steam like a dragon spitting fire. He doubted it would significantly hurt the heavily-armored CIS champion, if indeed it hurt him at all, but it might at least blind him. The opaque cloud, a meter across, streaked forward...
 
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//: John Locke John Locke //: Taiia Locke Taiia Locke //:
//: The Fortressa //:
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Back to You //:
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Allyson bobbed her head to the beat of the song in her head; she was having a great time signing up for random sites with her cousin's email. On sites that she was curious about, she collected the free 10% off code that came with the new email sign-up - thus leaving John with nothing but spam. An intelligent spy would have tapped into the marked critical emails or had to do something with the Confederacy. She should have downloaded them and copied them over to a secure SIA server, but John had a pass. He was family, and as much as she could have gotten essential information, he got a pass.

Speaking of John, his voice calmly came from behind her, and she sighed. Another reason she avoided infiltrating the CIS was that John was able to find her wherever she was. She was outfitted with an armory from Locke and Key, which means the man most likely could pick up where she's been and where she was going. "Oh quiet, I made sure to put rubber guards so that it didn't scratch anything." Allyson waved him off as she lowered herself to her feet and began to unstrap the harness. "I know how you are with your toys." She let the ropes dangle as she pulled her ports from the terminal.

"The chairs looked uncomfortable, and honestly, I wanted to give this thing a test run." Allyson tugged lightly on the rope. "See safe and secure." With one more tug, the apparatus suddenly loosened and came crashing into the terminal behind her. Without flinching, Allyson crossed her arms in front of her and laughed nervously - "Uh, well, maybe a chair is a good idea."

Flashes of red reflected against the small view windows; Allyson tilted her head and looked up, confused at what was happening outside. "John, how close to everything are we?" She began to walk in his direction as she pulled out a datapad to tap into some of the encrypted comm feeds. Screams of terror echoed over the civilian comms mixing with the direct orders from the military. Something had happened, and whatever it was - it was devastating.

"What happened?" She spoke quietly to her cousin; the room suddenly felt small as they stood there, the lights flashing on the ceiling of the network room. As much as she didn't want to think about it, she knew small snippets of what forces would be on the surface of the planet. It was then, her face suddenly lost all its color as she looked up at her cousin.

"The surface - Is Tai-- Are the Knights Obsidian?" She kept her concerns vague, despite John already knowing what she was asking. Speaking the woman's name would only cause her to worry more.

Was this the universe slapping her for caring?

"I need to get to the surface." She didn't even wait for his answer because she knew already; she knew in her gut that Taiia was down there. "Where's your armory?"
 

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Objective: Operation Cinder
Affiliation: Brotherhood of the Maw
Equipment: Lightsabers - 2
NPC: 77-B
Ship: Wandering Pilgrim
Allies: Darth Senthral Darth Senthral
Enemies: Jhira Mereel Jhira Mereel Kyyrk Kyyrk Diocletian Kahmen’’a Diocletian Kahmen’’a Khora Khora Zlova Rue Zlova Rue


Temple Ruins


Tennacus had long abandoned his association with the undead, willingly allowing them to rise, fall and decay as they saw fit. As of the moment, amidst the great surge of the detonation, his primary focus favoured the wraith he had commanded to challenge Jhira Mereel Jhira Mereel in single combat. The shadow was swift in its movements, ignoring the likes of Kyyrk Kyyrk , irrelevant in the Sith Lord's purposes. That they may escape that place was but a wink of hope in the midst of such calamities. The Sith may have relinquished his subjugation of the dead, but the Dark Side was ever stronger in that singular vessel. Power once distributed among the masses now ignited intensely under one host, who had reverberated the warrior's bash through the ripples of the Force, forcing the Sith Lord to stumble back in his physical presence. Whilst his connection to the creature remained unchanged, his entanglement with it had bestowed a wound unto himself, reflecting in a wound which bore across his tangible shoulder. As much as the wound coursed in a current of sharp pain, Tennacus endured the suffering he had unfortunately harboured, converting such emotional expressions into an opportunity to release a deeper wrath unto the enemy.

Jhira Mereel Jhira Mereel may have thought it wise to use such bravery for the integrity of her allies, but the Sith was not above abusing what openings unfolded before him. The wraith had denied her the opportunity to join her friends, latching its arm around her physique. Its digits produced an electrifying surge of Force Lightning, with various luminous streaks ejecting to cripple her jetpack as it held her amidst the collapsing underbelly of the temple, reluctant to release her. The weapon once held within its shadowy grip was now abandoned. Instead, the creature had abused the instability of the walls to bring down the loosened rock to entomb them both within the depths beneath. Her friends may have escaped, but the two of them would see the rest of this battle out alone.

The disembodied voice rasped, projecting the emphasised breaths of the Sith Lord exhaling through the respirator. "No one is coming to save you, warrior." The entity locked its grip around her, its shadow moving in contorted motions to ensnare her within its body. "One way or another, your friends are going to die. You might save yourself, should you choose to favour your life above theirs. Forget what morals you possess on their wellbeing; they do not exist here."

The creature lifted one of its hands, clinging onto the back of her helmet. The Dark Side surged through it, attempting to bring her to a state of unconsciousness under an intense focus to cripple her mental stability. "Give in, before you collapse under your own resistance. Give in, and you might live to escape this place and challenge me in physical shape."

Its voice ushered in her echoes against her ears, moving around the entombed chamber.

But out there, Tennacus sounded through the commlink to his Apprentice.

"Lord Senthral, I am in need of extraction. The time has come to leave this place."
 

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Staring into the void of space with the bridge crew remaining at their stations remaining docile. Kirk reviewed the intel on the Brotherhood of the Maw and what exactly the Confederacy was up against, the savagery of their tactics make them unpredictable and dangerous. Their irregular tactics would make Kirk's objective a little more complicated, but a simple defense pattern would be enough to at least take enough hits before they can be swarmed and be out with little casualties.
"Begin the evacuation of all non-essential personnel," Kiff ordered to Bragga quietly. "Use the escape pods. Try to break atmosphere, landing on Rhand will be certain death if the fleet bombarding the planet can't be dealt with. I need an emergency message broadcasted to any Confederacy fleet on standby to come for rescue and recapture." Bragga nodded, her dark almond-shaped eyes filled with solemn. No one had imagined this would be the end for the Storm King, least of all Kiff. It had been promised to be the unconquerable bastion of the stars.

Soon, Kirk's brainstorming would be interrupted by the urgency of his comm officer. "Sir! We've retrieved an open emergency broadcast from the CNS Storm King asking for aid in the Rhand system."

"Prepare all ships for a jump to Rhand, notify all ships to enter a holding pattern once we enter the system. We don't want to enter any trap the Maw might have for us once we enter orbit." The ship became busy, bustling with activity on the bridge crew with the navigation crew inputting the proper data for the jump and within a flash, the fleet was in hyperspace hoping they could make it in time. While the navigation crew stayed the course, Kirk went on comms to talk to his fleet. "May all the ship captains go to the comm room for a briefing." Then he stood from his chair and spoke to Captain Minoa "XO, watch the bridge while I'm gone." Captain Minoa nodded in confirmation and sat in his chair. Kirk was making his way to the comm room to discuss their means of attack with the other ship captains. He pushed a button on the main terminal and holograms of all the captains had appeared.

"What's the situation above Rhand?" Asked Captain Nu'a.

"The CNS Storm King has sent out an emergency broadcast for any CIS fleets to assist in helping our remaining forces retreat from the Rhand system."

"Any intel on what we're dealing with? How the rest of our allies are is holding up?"

"Not much time for intel. The situation sounded dire, odds are we're jumping right into the belly of the beast with this one. We know our forces have engaged the Maw and there's a strong possibility we've suffered heavy casualties."

"We haven't prepared for engagement with the Maw. How are we supposed to hold them off?"

"I was just about to answer that question Captain Nurusa. A simple defense pattern is all we need. We use our ships to cover our flanks and front so we can form a path to our position. Carriers will scramble fighters and chase any stragglers that would harass surviving craft while the heavy cruisers bombarding any larger hostiles that would cut off our means of escape. Heavy cruisers will prepare hangars for any allied evacuation craft. So get ready, we'll be entering Rhand's orbit soon."

Command Line 1
  • x1 Grevious-class Star Destroyer
    • CNS Purple Sun [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
  • x2 Bonteri-class Escort Carrier
    • CNS Bantha [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Dewback [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
  • x4 Terrus-class Flak Corvettes
    • CNS Flashpoint [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Starcab [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Conductor [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Maglev [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
Assault Line 15
  • x1 Victator-class Battlecruiser
    • CNS Vibro [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
  • x2 Argente-class Assault Carrier
    • CNS Carkoon [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Jundland [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
  • x2 Bonteri-class Escort Carrier
    • CNS Sandcrawler [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Ferry [100% Shields, 100% Structure]

Assault Line 27
  • x1 Victator-class Battlecruiser
    • CNS Chrome [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
  • x2 Argente-class Assault Carrier
    • CNS Mospic [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Ebe [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
  • x2 Bonteri-class Escort Carrier
    • CNS Eopie [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
    • CNS Skiff [100% Shields, 100% Structure]
Capital Sector Task Force 12 is in hyperspace making their way to cover the escape for surviving CIS forces.
 
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Lana's sacrifice had bought Rhand extra time. Xiphos didn't even have time to mourn her death before a transmission came in to fire on all ships attempting to Bombard Rhand.

Xiphos complied, and did one better:

She moved her own ship in front of some of the fire. She couldn't hope to block all or even most of it, but she could make sure that what hit her ship didn't hit the surface.

The impacts came violently, her singularity shielding down, now protected only by heavy Laminanium Matrix armor.

One of its damaged 'legs' fell off completely as it was hit. The Leviathan fired barrages of Ionization and Pulse Cannon fire along with it's undamaged Energy Torpedoes. No one could accuse Xiphos of cowardice, whatever their opinion of her.

She made sure to target the Ships under command of Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen and Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick especially, firing all remaining frontal weapons on the ship, her surviving three Sarka Class Frigates (The Two on the surface having already escaped to Confederacy Space due to being overloaded with fleeing personnel)
began to group closer to her and fire their main gun Composite Beam Lasers at the Battle Cruisers. They likely wouldn't do much damage, but it was better than nothing.

Hull Integrity dropping at an accelerated rate... The Leviathan warned in her head. We are now at fifty two percent hull integrity.

Fabrication Section is still working?
Xiphos asked.

Non functional. The test product you ordered to try out the Molecular Furnace was completed before hand and are still intact. One Void 007 Seismic Charge is ready for deployment.

Xiphos struggled to concentrate. To feel the contours of her already badly wounded ship. She found it in a barely intact storage area for munitions.

Julia...

She was in a white void, still in a meditative position. Across her, also in a meditative position, was The Battalion The Battalion .

"I'm working..." Xiphos said tersely.

"Not even a hello?" The pale Witch in the white catsuit teased.

"Did you know?" Xiphos asked.

"Did I know Darth Phyre had killed Amy years ago and was pretending to be her? No." The Battalion answered. "I was as surprised as you... although given her great power, I suppose I should not have been as surprised as I was."

Xiphos blinked.

"Thank you for not telling me..." Xiphos said back quietly. "Now what do you want?"

The Battalion smiled, holding out her palm.

"To help you." The Battalion said.

"Does Phyre know you're here?"

"No. And I don't care if she finds out."

"You should...Phyre doesn't like to share..." Xiphos warned, touching her palm...

Xiphos snapped back to reality, only a few seconds having passed as she felt supercharged.

Hull Integrity forty seven percent and falling. Solar Ionization Cannons nearly all knocked out. The Leviathan warned. We have lost a half of our remaining Pulse Cannons. One quarter of remaining Energy Torpedos offline.

Xiphos surged with the Force. Her will enhanced as she teleported the Void 007 to her effortlessly.

Her will extended outward, beyond her ship as it was battered.

Hull Integrity, forty one percent.

Xiphos felt all the missiles fired at Rhand. Their electronics. She forced her mind into them, struggling not to scream, as she linked. The pain--! The horrible pain!

Hull Integrity, Thirty eight percent. Two Dovin Basals down.

The ship shuddered terribly through out. It's outer surface had fires everywhere, but like a relentless demon out of Myth, The Leviathan of Sev Tok refused to die, firing it's Energy Torpedos and remaining Ion Pulse Missiles at the lead Battleship, it's pulse cannons now dedicated almost solely to trying to take out the swarms of missiles heading to Rhands surface.

Xiphos shouted, teleporting dozens and dozens of Missiles, as well as her Void 007, towards the falling World ship. The teleported missiles would reappear flying upward into the falling hunk of doom to impact, unable to course correct in time.

The Void 007 however, would reappear in an exposed section on one side, underneath.

The Charge detonated, imperfect, not where Xiphos had wanted it to end up. She had tried to teleport it directly within but it had instead ended up beneath and to the side. As the wave expanded out she could only hope it could do yet more damage. That might break it apart even further...

The ship violently rocked as another leg got blasted off. The laser cannons on the legs hadn't stopped Firing, trying to take out as many fighters and missiles as they could.

Hull Integrity thirty two percent. Life Support and all remaining systems critical.

Can we jump to Hyperspace still?
Xiphos asked, the ship constantly rocking, fires everywhere, including the bridge.

Only if we leave in the next few minutes.

Move us out of bombardment fire. Prepare to jump when I give the order. But keep firing until then. We may bleed, but we shall fight like animals.


The Leviathan limped out of bombardment fire, still being targeted.

Singularity Shielding restored. Charge at thirty two percent and dropping fast... the Leviathan announced.

Get every drop ship we can aboard. The rest, send to whoever can take them.

At once, Mother.


The Leviathan limped, on fire everywhere and full of large nasty holes that made in uninhabitable at some parts, it's main Weapon knocked out along now with most of its energy Torpedoes. But it was still firing whatever it could at the enemy as drop ships made emergency combat landings on its heavily damaged hangars, it's last Squadron of TIE's relentless firing at missiles now also...

Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha

Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde
 
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"The time has come..." The Dark Lord delivered another blow, smashing through the floor and several layers of rock beneath it. The cascading collapse continued down until a gap in the rock was reached, stale fetid air rushing up through the newly created hole. Carnifex stood over the hole, staring down into its depths, as the thundering echoes of the orbital bombardment finally began to permeate down to their subterranean level.

"So it has," replied Carnifex as the vision of Solipsis faded into nothingness, "So it has."

Without further delay, the Dark Lord hopped into the hole and descended down into the unexplored depths. The explosions above ravaged the tunnel He had once been in, the smoke rushing down after Him as the pathway collapsed in His wake. Carnifex landed deftly on the jagged stone floor beneath Him, bursting off into a Force-enhanced sprint as the flames of the temple's destruction licked His heels. Eventually, Carnifex traveled such a distance away that the heat as His back gave way to the cool breeze of the labyrinth around Him.

He slowed and began to survey His surroundings, the fire He had summoned before condensing into a trio of meter-wide spheres that illuminated the walls and floors around Him. Manmade stonework existed alongside the natural contours of the cave, all of it ancient beyond measure. He could only speculate as to its actual age, but the stonework had to be at least a hundred thousand years old. It had been laid by those who preceded the Sorcerers of Rhand, those blasphemous death cults that worshipped apocalyptic deities beyond the light of stars.

He knew that the stonework was not made for no reason at all, it had to lead to somewhere. He sensed that the treasure He sought was ahead of Him rather than behind Him. So, without a word, Carnifex began to walk further into the unending darkness.



 
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HOUSE VERD, INC - VULPTER BRANCH

Bad news.

That seemed to be a constant nowadays. Things seldom going awry was as concrete as the steel beneath the Mandalorian's feet. The loss of his own ambitions aside - the most immediate bucket of chit was the response to his latest order. His corporation was the furthest thing from a democracy; save for when shareholder meetings were called. Therefore, when Isley demanded that vessels be prepped for a spontaneous trip to Rhand, it would certainly happen. There was one teeny tiny snag though - the first bucket of chit. As Isley readied his beskar'gam and strode briskly through the halls of the Vulpter office, his subordinate hailed his comm once more.

"Good news and bad news. Which do you want first?" came the baritone of Samuel Graves.

Isley huffed, stepping into the turbolift and holding the door so that his daughters - Amaya Cardei and Aselia Verd Aselia Verd could hop on. "Bad first."

"Well, there's not much that'll be ready for your 'trip' - handful of Uraktos, a refurbed' CC, couple others. Token force at best." Isley sucked his teeth at the news. While he didn't expect to be able to take over a planet with his company's assets, he thought they'd at least have more on hand than this. They could deter pirates - maybe - with this, but a full scale invasion? No way in Hell. "If that's the bad news, can't wait for the good." he said, resuming his pace as soon as the doors opened. At the very least, he had chosen to take the Sentinel to Vulpter. It was no Fortressa, not by a long shot, but it would do for getting him to his apprentice's side.

Even now, the glimpses danced in his mind's eye. The sky was falling?

"Knowing that you're hell bent on being stupid, I hailed the Confederacy for you. Spoke to some NAVCOM yahoo - Anashla Deshal Anashla Deshal ."

"Go on."

"She thought I was some telemarketer at first - but a name drop here, some credentials ther-"

"Out with it."

"Yeah yeah. Let her know the situation is fethed enough that you're coming outta retirement. They're sending reinforcements now - should drop in right alongside you."

"You're a pain in the ass, but a useful pain in the ass."

"That's why you pay me. Good luck."

The line disconnected once more and the Mandalorian quickly filed aboard the Sentinel. Straightway, the vessel prepped and launched - so hasty that the ground control began to light up their comms. Isley didn't give a single solitary feth. What did manage to pry him away from his urgency, if even for a second, was the remark made by Aselia. The fiery-haired warrior managed to tickle his ego ever so slightly. Win the day and rub Daegon's nose in it indeed. he thought. Isley afforded himself a brief chuckle as the stars turned into streaks of white.

ARRIVAL - RHAND ORBIT

"Well...Shit..." Isley muttered as the vessels thundered into realspace. As guaranteed by Graves, his contingent was not alone - the IFF signaled a plethora of friendly vessels arriving nearby. But, the comms were alive - briefly. And it didn't take the Mandalorian two guesses to figure out what his people were freaking out over. The Worldship was too vast not to miss, even from the viewports of the Sentinel. And it was descending. A regular capital ship crash would do a number on a planet - but something this fething big?

It made the Bryn's last ditch move on Eshan look like child's play.

You just love having chit dropped on your head, huh?

Though the situation was dire, the telepathic sass could come as a moment of reprieve for Srina Talon. Above loomed a colossus intent on smiting their lives - but she was not alone. He was here and she would know it. From the helm of his ship, Isley barked orders to his vessels. It was a hail mary if ever there was one - certainly there was no stopping that thing. But at the very least, he could try to slow it down. He could throw everything he had behind the Storm King's gambit. Try to give them some semblance of breathing room. "All ships, get on the friendly channels and launch every dropship you've got. Snatch and Grab. Ramships, hit that big fether - try to slow it down. Amaya, you're now in command. Aselia, with me."

SRINA, WHERE DO YOU NEED ME?



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  • House Verd, Inc. and NAVCOM forces arrive.
    • House Verd complement to be defined by Amaya Cardei
    • NAVCOM complement to be defined by CIS fleeter(s)
  • Small contingent (10) of Urakto-type Ramships are flying at Worldship, attempting to ram it to slow its descent.
  • Dad mode: Engaged

Edit: Grammar - I CAN'T SPELL.
 
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Beep...Beep...Beep.

The sound of the room's temperature control lowered, and the figure gracefully moved from the wall, shaking her head. A small datapad leaned into relaxed fingers fanning the pale face of the former queen of Eshan. She had arrived on the Fortress to meet with the new Vicelord, which had been a surprise. Spencer had been excited to meet with her former student, who was always her favorite plaything. Before rereading the datapad, Spencer mused over the time she left the eager Isly Verd outside a mountainside temple. She had locked him out to teach him some sense of serenity, calmness, and patience. The man was always headstrong - which wasn't always a bad trait.

Isly Verd had grown into a great leader; she guessed he deserved a break.

Spencer leaned back into an oversized beanbag chair, her legs crossed, and began to reread the datapad. As she learned more about Srina, she felt her own pale face flush with what she was reading. "My my, this Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean , he's quite the…" she read more and then placed the tablet on her lap and covered her face. "She's grown up."

The music that had been playing in the background suddenly stopped, and Spencer glanced over towards the player and frowned, something wasn't right, and she stood from the beanbag, leaving the diary in the chair. Even with her mental defenses, Spencer could feel the pain of those dying on the surface - she could feel the Sith taking advantage of this disaster and feeding off of it. The feeling of Mori absorbing the souls, feeding the dark hunger, only reminded her of a particular Sith Empire. Her frown grew, she had figured the Confederacy was able to handle a handful of warmongering savages, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

"Guess it's time to show them how the old dogs did things." She smirked, looking down at a small orange tabby that she had recently adopted. The feline snaked through her legs, purring against her ankles. "Mm, I think that's a good idea, Ria." Spencer left the room and marched her way down the hallway towards the war room, luckily she was able to memorize the quick tour that John Locke had given her. There was no knock on the door as Spencer barged through the door, not caring that she was a guest on the ship.

"Seems to me you have an issue squashing a few bugs." her words sharp, bleeding with disappointment. "I had expected to talk with you, Vicelord, discuss joining the Confederacy and supporting your Knights Obsidian - as a teacher, but I guess a presentation is in order." A small datapad was produced with several numbers; she tossed it onto the table, sliding it towards the Vicelord. "My price." Waving her hand, the woman turned on her heel and left the room. The tiny tabby jumped onto the table and seemingly waited for the Vicelord to sign the tab.

Pausing, Spencer poked her head back in and frowned. "Suggestion is to install a meditation sphere on all your starships - such a terrible design flaw." Again, the woman was gone as she headed back to Srina's room and ran her finger along the rim of the chocolate fountain. "She should be in charge of ship design." She mused and then settled into the middle of the room with a deep exhale. It had been some time since she had entered the battlefield through meditation, but as she slipped into the trance, her mind searched for just one.

Through the threads of the Force, Spencer ran her spiritual fingers, plucking each strand finding the correct pitch. She weaved each new thread that allowed her battle meditation, together creating an endless song of inspiration for the Confederacy. As she began the song, she found the single line, the single mind she searched for. Through the Force, a soft voice called to the Echani Exarch's mind, caressing it gently giving the woman any resolve and strength she needed. You owe me, Liebling. Her voice silenced as she focused on bringing the minds of the Confederacy together, giving them the strength and mental clarity necessary for the chaos that the Maw had created.
 
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Amaya had only just stepped onto the turbolift, ready to head out down to the ground with her father and sister. Excited to face the battle at hand, fighting side by side, however; that was not to be the case, "haar'chak." She cursed but Amaya would honor her father's command. If she were going to remain in command of this ramshackle fleet then she was going to call in reinforcements from the remnants of the clans that had followed her husband and joined the Sith Empire. "Ni juha o'r riye," Amaya stated on an encrypted call to those who owed the woman a favor.
The Heir to House Theed tapped a loyal member of House Verd, Carodine Beroya.
"You will carry out our Alor's command, continue course toward the world ship," she echoed the command that her father issued while bolting off the bridge in the direction of her family. Ramships would continue on course and in the meantime, Hamas, Rangis, and Whetus would arrive but now it was only a matter of time until then everything and anything they had would be working to fight the Maw and their Worldship. Amaya only hoped that her time here in the void could help those who needed it.
Quietly however Amaya sent another encrypted message, "hope your legs haven't gotten as soft as your bark old man." She managed to catch up with them and added once she was beside her father. " I called in a few favors from the Exiled, vod Carodine will lead your ships."

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Objective: Rescue
Allies: Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde | Jason Breaker Jason Breaker | Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Daegon Corvinus Daegon Corvinus | Kirk Tektus | OOM-001-JELLYBEAN OOM-001-JELLYBEAN | OOM-002-HONEYCOMB OOM-002-HONEYCOMB
Enemies: Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha | Talon Kyber | Isabella Pavan Isabella Pavan | Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick | Halketh Halketh

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DSGN: Hostile
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  • PR1: Rescue Civilian Captives [] Designation: Maw Slaves []
  • PR2: Terminate Hostiles
BX-4381's audio-receptors could detect the structural complaints of the failing worldship -- Fleet Data Network identified it as the Gehinnom -- better than any organics. A commando droid did not get nervous. Such organic imperfections were not programmed into what personality matrix the BX model possessed. But the structural collapse of the Gehinnom would result in the failure of BX-4381's objective.

Failure was an unacceptable parameter.

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"Lieutenant,"
BX-4385 reported. "Reactor systems have been overloaded by unknown entity. Imminent implosion in five seconds. Projected losses include lower quarter of station." BX-4381 blinked its understanding. It would not directly affect the commando droid's mission parameters, but it would further add to the disability of the Gehinnom.

"Please proceed quickly," was all that BX-4381 stated, to the civilian captives that filed past the commando droid. Four commandos had the vanguard, along two dozen or so inferior BR-1 units. Almost six dozen BR-1 units had created perimeters along the chosen routes, while BX-4381 and five more commandos herded the now-freed civilian captives along at intermittent levels. BR-1 units also accompanied the superior commando droids throughout the column. At the rear, four commando units had the guard along three dozen BR-1 units. Two-hundred and fifty or so droids awaited them at Landing Zone Aurek, while presumably twice that number held or had been deployed at Landing Zone Dorn. BX-4381 had not known what had become of Landing Zone Besh, and Cresh had been destroyed by latent energy torpedo fire.

As promised, five seconds later an explosion on a scale unfelt before ripped through the station. Organics shrieked in terror, some loosing their footing and collapsing to the floor. Some BR-1 units fell to the floor as well, emitting high-pitched squeals of electronic alarm. BX-4381 and its commando droids stood unmovable and silence, waiting for the shaking to fade before restoring order to the column of freed slaves. "Please proceed quickly," was all that they said, constant and unchanging. If nothing else worked, repetition would force these traumatized slaves to move. BX-4381 was a commando droid, not an organic therapist.

After a few minutes of proceeding, a sudden flurry of basterfire reports up ahead alerted BX-4381 to incursions along the narrow tunnelways back to the landing zone. << Maw Forces encountered. Deterred. More heading for Landing Zone. >> came the transmitted message from BX-4380 at the front of the column. That would be expected. The promise of ships would likely be tempting for the unwashed barbarians that had been identified as Maw Hostiles. But BX-4381 and its commando droid forces were unmatched in combat; close-quarters, long-range, melee or blaster weaponry, the commando droid was superior in every way.

The column came to a halt, which caused a feeling that organics would call 'annoyance,' though it was just a reaction in BX-4381's programming at the inefficient travel of space. It made its way to the front of the column, where the five commando droids with the vanguard stood. BR-1 units milled about, some holding a line in front of the first of the freed captives, others acting as scouts posted up along the various connecting passageways to be the first sacrifices should Maw forces come upon them.

"Maw Hostiles are intruding on Landing Zone Aurek. Approximately two-hundred-fifty hostiles exist between us and the Landing Zone. Reports from forces on the Landing Zone indicate that it is no longer secured and entranceways have been breached," BX-4380 reported through its vocabulator. "What are your orders?"

"Advance and flank. Taking them in the rear will incur heavy losses on their forces,"
BX-4381 decided. The five commando droids blinked their acknowledgement and the command was near-instantaneously transmitted to the rest of the Confederacy inorganic forces. Photoreceptors faded from a bright white to a sinister red as the commando droids activated their hard combat protocols.

The Maw forces never saw them coming. Never expected silent metal reapers of death to take them from the rear. The BX commando droids were unlike their clumsy, inefficient, and cheap BR-1 counterparts. Where the BR-1 were noisy, incapable of stealth and better as cannon fodder than as infantry, the BX commando droid was the pinnacle of droid combat. The first squad of Maw hostiles were executed with cold, brutal lethality. Their lightning guns were too slow to be effective in close quarters, and the vibroblades of the commando droids were by far the more deadly weapon.

Most of the fighting proceeded in the same manner. In the third encounter, BX-4382 was destroyed by converging lightning guns, frying the torso of the commando droid's spindly chassis. The commando droid's memory bank and battle recordings were constantly uploaded too the Fleet Data Network's central memory bank, to be utilized for heuristic programming to improve future commando droids. Many more BR-1 units were destroyed, but they were losses that BX-4381 could afford. When hostiles had breached their lines and terminated a half-dozen civilians had not been acceptable. yet they pushed forward, until the fighting reached the entrance of the hangar bay, carving a wedge through the unsuspecting Maw forces now forced to fight on two fronts.

Landing Zone Aurek was a battlefront as bright and savage as any that BX-4381 had stored in its memory bank. The dual and tri-mounted repeating cannons of the landers were bright flames of fury, spitting out laser bolts to create a field of Maw carnage. Nearly a hundred chassis of burnt and destroyed BR-1 units lay littered on the ground, but there another hundred or so still fighting with twice as many Maw dead. With the flanking commando droids, what resistance there was left was eliminated and for the moment, Landing Zone Aurek was secured once more. BX-4381's photoreceptors went back to its normal white. "Commence boarding freed civilian captives onto transports," BX-4381 ordered, and BR-1's scrambled to comply. It would be only under two minutes to load up all of the frightened civilians onto the transports; with twenty to a transport, BX-4381 possessed more than enough ships to fill them up completely and still have left over transports for more.

As the ships were loaded, BX-4381 regrouped with its commando units and several BR-1 officers, who stood ready to command their subordinate cannon fodder. "Fighting is heavy at Landing Zone Dorn," a BR-1 reported. "A platoon escorting fifty-three freed captives have requests for rerouting. Should we comply?"

BX-4381 blinked its photoreceptors once. "Comply. Send a platoon to intercept, and another two platoons to extend Landing Zone Aurek's perimeter."

"Update: aforementioned platoon commander's transponder has been deactivated."
The BR-1 replied. Failure, counter to BX-4381's mission parameters. Unnacceptable.

"Maw hostiles encroaching on eastern perimeter. Estimated strength to be over five-hundred," another BR-1 sentry called.

BX-4381 raised its blaster, its photoreceptors going red once more. "Once transports are filled, they are cleared to launch. Prepare all units for battle, and inform all units to bring remaining captives to Landing Zone Aurek."

A single universal command was issued to the Confederacy's battle droids.

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Iuuna wasn't supposed to be there on the Fortress. She wasn't supposed to be here as forces collided through the void, as life and death hung in the balance for thousands, if not millions of lives. The Force screamed here, it screamed and begged for it all to end but it was a tool and one that would be used by both sides. The teenager had quietly been in meditation somewhere in the cargo hold of the ship, dampening her force signature so her aunt Srina wouldn't know she had arrived.
However as the situation around them grew all the more dangerous, and the battle became more intense. Iuuna felt it necessary to reveal her force signature. Iuuna was still rather new to the galaxy, having been raised in the Netherworld the young woman was still naive and unsure about a great many things. She relied heavily on her aunt's wisdom to guide her, as she made her way through the ship seemingly trying to sense her aunt's whereabouts.
When she couldn't find her, Iuuna's distress grew.
Ni ceri palta cin
The phrase was echoed in an old Echani dialect one that had only been taught to those pursuing historical texts as scholars, such as Iuuna's mother Aela. It simply meant, I cannot feel you. Feel as in to touch, but for Iuuna feeling with the Force was just as natural as holding her aunt's hand.
Navan gar cin linde
Where have you gone was the next phrase echoed through the Force as the teenager searched the Fortress for her family.
 
LOCATION: The Fortressa
WEARING: Standard Armor
WEAPON: Lightsaber
ALLIES: Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde | John Locke John Locke | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Allyson Locke Allyson Locke | Spencer Varanin Spencer Varanin
ENEMIES: Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha | Dakrul Dakrul | Alars Keto Alars Keto | Talon Kyber

John Locke gave advice which was summed up as Daegon needed to fake it until he made it. That was something he could do. Daegon did not need to be a military expert in order for them to succeed, but he did need to be the one to rally the troops. Mismatched eyes looked about the war room as he took in the words the Exarch had just spoken. His thoughts were interrupted by watching once more as the ships of @Laretia Io continued their barrage.

“She’s…”

“I know,” Daegon interrupted before the sentence could be finished.

He reached out to John Locke John Locke .

“I want a bounty placed on her head, now. In case we cannot stop her here.”

Daegon stood, his hand pressing his hand on a rather large red button designed to patch him through to every ship.

STATIC.

“Comms are out, sir… they’re jamming us.”

“Chit.”

He needed to get the word out, there was one way.

Telepathy.

Daegon reached out to find the Lord Commander who seemed… distracted. His mind fell to the next presence he could search out that was somewhere traveling in space. Kyyrk Kyyrk . Daegon did not know this one except by reputation. He knew of the man’s past, but even then Daegon had not known him. That would have to change. For now, Daegon had one command.

< “Pass the word. I want Laertia Io Laertia Io shot out of the sky.” >

Daegon called John Locke's comm once more, and he called for his cousin as well.

“That Laertia Io has proven to be a liability. Everything she has done has put as many Confederate lives in danger as those of the enemy. As of today she is considered to be an enemy of the state, a terrorist that is to be shot on site. John, make sure every gun is trained on her ship. Allyson, if she escapes... “

Nothing else was said. There would be one more interruption.

Spencer Varanin Spencer Varanin

“Yeah they’re jamming our comms. We have the tech to sort through it, but it will take some time. We’ve had a wild card kark up the whole operation as well, and in case you didn’t notice, there is a ship as big as a bantha’s rear end about to crash into the planet surface.”

Daegon was not usually sarcastic, but he was certain the Echani would understand that he was trying to find humor in the middle of a catastrophe. She had a reputation, one which Daegon was eager to see. A datapad dropped on the table, and he looked at it, eyes widened. Her price was steep, but at this point it would be worth it.

He nodded.

“I will join you soon. There is something I must do first.”

Daegon watched as Spencer left, then turned back to face the rest of the room.

“My fellow Confederates,” he began. “My speech writers would tell me this would be a great time to open with a joke, but this entire operation seems to have devolved into a much better attempt at humor than I can possibly make. I will not lie to you by suggesting that we are about to pull some miracle out of thin air and turn this around, but what I will promise is that the Confederate spirit is strong enough to see this through. If you will steel yourselves and choose to fight, we will make it through this day.”

“The Maw have already done what we came here to do. I would have preferred to save the lives of the slaves they traded here, but the slave trade on Rhand has ended. We came to destroy the world ship, and we are watching it fall to the surface as we speak. The Minister of War Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde is holding trying to hold that ship long enough to buy our ships time to get our troops off the ground. That is the Confederate spirit! A spirit which says that we will see this through even if it cost us the thing we hold most dear, our own lives. Follow his example, follow his lead. Give it your all, and we will prevail.”


Daegon let his words fall on the ears of those in the room and those listening over the Fortessa’s intercom system. With the comm's jammed the rest of the fleet would not hear his speach.

He called John Locke once more.

“I will be joining to lend my power where it will best serve us. The Fortressa is yours.”
 
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Location: Port Sorrow
Allies: None
Enemies: All
Tag: Tegan Starfall Tegan Starfall

While her bloodlust was satisfied with each warrior felled beneath her might, Lirka could see holy Rhand collapse around her all the same. This world was dying. And it left Lirka boiling, for it quickly dawned that her pilgrimage to this holy place had been for naught: the secrets of Rhand burnt away by the fires of war. By the confederate dogs, and more importantly: the treasonous Maw.

As the thought reached her mind, the sound of the cycler rifle blared out. Lirka ducked her head some, the round piercing through one of helm’s mighty horns and shattering off the upper half in an explosion of destroyed bone. She spun around, her body pulsating with pure wrath. And it now completed dawned upon her, she was surrounded by foes at all angles now: Maw and Confederate alike.

She needed to leave. Flee to the dark recesses of the Galaxy once again.

But one thing at a time, the glowing eyes of her helm turned to scan for the sniper right as the second shot fired. Lirka decided to tank the shot as much as she could upon her breastplate, the stolen beskar from her old dominion held sturdy despite the round burrowing within the plate. She ignored the pain, letting it fuel her once more. And like a bolt, she dashed along: blade trailing with the whine of cut air: it mattered not whom she passed, they would taste the wrath of the Dark’s champion. The long strides thundering through the rubble as she bounded for the sniper’s position: if she was lucky, she could find some wayward vessel nearby.

Or Rhand would be her tomb.
 

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Allies: CIS
Enemy: Maw
Enemy Engagement Status: [ OPEN + Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber ]
Nearby Ally Tag: Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean | Taiia Locke Taiia Locke | Ket Cros Ket Cros
Distant Friends (Fleets/Off World): Darth Metus Darth Metus | Amaya Cardei | Iuuna Talon | Spencer Varanin Spencer Varanin
Location & Intent: Port Sorrow Space Port (Just about to leave, depending on Iggy)
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“They may. Anything, to win. Victory no matter the cost.”

The words that she uttered toward Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean were touched with an edge of sharpness. She knew that path. The Exarch also remained unaware that it was the machinations of Laertia Io Laertia Io that had first sent the torpedoes toward the Skyhook. Daegon Corvinus Daegon Corvinus had warned of the imminent danger but not of the cause. She could only assume, logically, that it was the Maw.

The injured, ailing man, that seemed to take the lead among his rabid spitting friends would find quiet orbs watching his actions with the poise of a cobra waiting to strike. Her finger sat on the trigger. Ready. Taiia Locke Taiia Locke hadn’t been at her side in battle before. If she had—She would know that the Exarch fought with anything at her disposal. She could kill a man just as easily with a blaster as she could a medium-sized rock, but that was neither here nor there. As the negotiator disarmed himself her focus was split. Torn. Between the disaster above—The disaster below.

"This is Colonel Ruus Kote to all CIS personnel in and around Port Sorrow. In case you feel inclined to avoid being blown to haran, I've got transports swinging by Port Sorrow. They are staying five minutes at most. Get on, or find your own way out. Good luck."

The nigh-constant communications and updates that she had been receiving from NAVCOM suddenly stopped. Her teeth clenched. They were cut off from the fleet. Rather—The Brotherhood was jamming Confederate Communications. She could hear Ket Cros Ket Cros watching their six by shooting down any of the ravenous undead that were still appearing, as if by magic, from every corner of the Port. The stunt they had pulled in the outskirts had stemmed the tide.

Not wiped it out.

Mercurial eyes lingered on Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber with no small sense of disillusionment. She believed him that orbital bombardment was imminent. The Force had seen fit to warn her of that. The destruction of Eshan City had prepared her for that. Her weapon remained trained on his person no matter how many he gave up. No matter the nearly affable, nigh, friendly way of speaking he held. He was a soldier, a slave, perhaps both. She let Taiia Locke Taiia Locke have her moment.

The sky was falling.

The sky was falling. This world was burning, screaming, and rolling in the blood of those who had never asked for this life.

This man could not be trusted.

“…No, it is not.”

The decision of whether or not to fire on these fools would always fall on her shoulders. That was the burden of standing so close to the pinnacle point of a nation. Always, forever, wearing and seeing nothing but red. As soon as the eerie words left the Exarch they were punctuated by a sudden feeling of weakness. As if their very essence was being forcibly drained by something (Darth Mori) deep, dark, and malevolent. Then it stopped. The angle of her hand canon slipped, momentarily, but it straightened immediately. A flush of darkness, deeper still, left her breathing free air.

Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean was an eldritch terror in his own right, truly, but there was something in the sheer depth of his power that made her want to languish in a sea of bittersweet night. Even those without the Force would feel a chill, gooseflesh, and recognize that something wasn’t right. She let her free hand reach for his, the one that held the staff, and let her presence settle within him. As one—She pressed the protective barrier over both Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber , Ket Cros Ket Cros , their stealth ships, and the transports promised from Ruus Kote Ruus Kote .

The Sith Lord at her side put the nail in the coffin when he spoke her name. The insurgents, slaves, whomever they were would most definitely catch it. Not that there were too many Echani within Confederate High Command these days. Maliphant was correct, as always. He would feel her acquiesce. There hadn’t been much in the way of life left in the port before the bleak void (Darth Mori) opened up in the distance. Now?

Now—Rhand was truly, lost. Lifeless.

“You talk too much, Ignatius.”

His name left her lips as if she had spoken it a thousand times before. There was nothing in her glacial expression that gave away how she felt about his story, nor, about the impending doom. The Exarch made it her business to understand others at a base level. Echani eyes were keen and autonomic responses could be read, even from a distance, even, through the mangled, skinned mess of his features. From this man? There was a mix. Truth, and lie. “I just saved your life.”

From the life-sucking ritual that Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean protected them from.

“And I will save it again because there is a guillotine hanging over all our heads and no time to debate. Take your companions and leave. Leave this planet, leave this system, and should I ever see your face or hear your name again I will hunt you and your friends until the end of time. Should you become involved in the slave trade again—”, she paused, breaking her swiftly worded response, “There will be nowhere in the galaxy for you to hide. The things I will do to you will make this Port look like a dream come true. You will long for the yoke of the Maw. Remember, this. I let you live.”

“Don’t kark it up.”

It wasn’t compassion that drove her; it was practicality. To bandy words and fight now wasted precious moments, seconds, they no longer had. She kept her weapon trained on them before gesturing toward one of the Brotherhood transports. “Move.”

Ket Cros Ket Cros approached her with a last directive from his superior. They were also supposed to withdraw. She could sense the small pieces of respect that the Mandalorian offered her by deferring to her even if he was paid to do it. Even while the sky was falling, the world was burning. “I understand. Take your men and move out. We’ll regroup with Confederate forces and strike back—We still have people in orbit that need us.”

That was when the situation at Port Sorrow seemed to go from bad to worse.
At that instant, Xiphos used Lana's flesh to force all it's gathered energy into the reactor and detonate, praying there would be enough of an explosion that it would blast both it and as much of the Skyhook as possible into Smithereens...
The planet tremored, crying out for a reprieve from the unholy assault directed upon it. Shockwaves swept forth first, crashing into the outskirts of the city and rippling the air with raw kinetic power, and after, came the tidal wave of baptizing flame. The land was ruined by means of holocaust, left to smolder and burn in crackling silence that stretched into the smoking, red-stained sky. Craters lay where landmarks resided previously, no trace of civilization could be seen beyond the bare frames of melted structures left behind. Mountains had been reduced to rubble and collapsed upon themselves, turning into molten slag washing down the now tumultuous slopes. Rivers of fire boiled in the exposed bedrock, lashing the air with virulent tongues muttering warning of the annihilation yet still to come.
The Praetorian-Class Star Destroyers would open fire with the powerful orbital autocannons upon the surface of Rhand, their weaponry sought to annihilate the surface without regard for any life. Taking the volleys of ion rounds to their starfighters pouring outward toward the battle ahead and clashing against the Ion Shielding of the titanic Star Destroyers. Their defenses took a heavy toll from the weaponized mayhem of the massive cannons, momentarily tending several systems offline as backup power was restored. Thankfully, the state of the art ion shielding installed kept the worst at bay. They would start near the temple and make their way off towards Port Sorrow, turbolaser fire would engage shortly after as the massive red flares pulsated forth from their thunderous weaponry.

The end was near. Those left in Port Sorrow and the Temple below did not have much time left.

The sky seemed to burst. It was almost beautiful in a macabre way when shrapnel began to fall like stars. Over and over in a flood of flame and color that she had no name for. The noise was distant but unmistakable. It was the shearing of metal against metal with a monstrous aching groan of a breaking super-structure overhead. She couldn't see exactly what was happening, not around the Gehinnom, but she could feel it. There was nothing left in the sky but a violent expansion of energy that transmitted itself outward as a shock wave. It pushed the clouds apart and all that remained was screaming, pitiless, death. What of the Confederate Fleet that was beneath the worldship?

What of the Minister of War? Had Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde listened? Was he part of it? Was he still there with his men—Or were they floating with all the others, lifeless, in space?

It was overwhelming.

And then, from nothing, an unfamiliar feeling grew.

SRINA, WHERE DO YOU NEED ME?
You owe me, Liebling.
Ni ceri palta cin
Navan gar cin linde

Hope.

It was a strange sensation, foreign. She almost didn't understand it. From the depths of such a travesty, she felt guilty for even entertaining such a notion. They had failed. But, they were still fighting. For something more than this Port and more than themselves. She could hear the voice of her Queen (as she would forever be) in her mind and it twined with that of her Master. It was a balm that she hadn't known she'd needed. Even the small, sweet tones, of her niece, were welcome where fire lashed out and the ground was slowly being turned to glass. None of them should have been anywhere near Rhand. But, they were.

When her gaze turned to Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean and Taiia Locke Taiia Locke she was filled with new understanding.

It was the reason she was letting Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber and his cohorts go despite her instincts. This place didn't need to be what the Maw made it—No matter how many times they destroyed the surface of the planet. No matter how many lives they took. The Brotherhood could take from them, body and soul, but they would only win if the Confederacy allowed it.

<<We're leaving Rhand. With any luck, we'll be coming to you.>>
Their transport, still whole for the time being—Was waiting.

The only wildcard that remained was the stance of the Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber and those that accompanied them. Time was ticking. They could choose to fight today and die or flee and live to see the morning. It was their choice—To live, or let the Maw take them.


Engaged Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber in dialogue and debated on whether or not to execute.
Enhanced Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean 's protection of the group from Darth Mori and let it spread over the potential enemies as well.
Decided, in the end, to let the group go with a warning.
Gave leave for Ket Cros Ket Cros to depart.
Realizes that Darth Metus Darth Metus , Spencer Varanin Spencer Varanin , and Iuuna Talon are closer than she thinks and feels a little more renewed after watching CIS fleets get utterly demolished in the sky.
I tried to acknowledge everyone, but, feel free to let me know if I got some details wrong.
 
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Post: 5
Objective: Oh, Death
Location: Becoming one with Rhand
Equipment: None
Allies: The Mongrel The Mongrel | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Ignatius Rausgeber Ignatius Rausgeber | Blade Ice Blade Ice | Maestus Maestus | Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | Dakrul Dakrul | Darth Tennacus Darth Tennacus
Enemies: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Diocletian Kahmen’’a Diocletian Kahmen’’a | Kyyrk Kyyrk | Zlova Rue Zlova Rue | Jhira Mereel Jhira Mereel | Priesse Verena | Lunara Azure Lunara Azure | Rann Thress Rann Thress | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Felix Aquila Felix Aquila | Dreidi Xeraic Dreidi Xeraic | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Srina Talon Srina Talon | Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean | Prennis Keeoli Prennis Keeoli | Corin Autem Corin Autem | Ruus Kote Ruus Kote | Damsy Callat Damsy Callat | Kristyl Arenais | Taiia Locke Taiia Locke | Lirka Ka Lirka Ka | Ket Cros Ket Cros | EVERYONE ELSE!
Special Tags: Zlova Rue Zlova Rue | Lirka Ka Lirka Ka



Time was short for the living as the sky above started rain down fireballs of debris from the station. Taller building and towers began to crumble and break as they were hit. The city began to swarm with the living dead as the slaves on the transports where slaughter quickly just to rise and join the degrowing wave of undead. The Rhandites and Scarred men slaughtered slave after slave tossing the m from the transport like they were nothing to make way for the Maw evacuation. The bodies being tossed just to rise and join the swarm killing soldiers moving to take the transports with simple over run, just to have them die and join the ranks.


Tegan finished sending her information to the Desolation turning to her sniper still taking shots at Lirka Ka Lirka Ka as she approached his position. Tegan knew he would handle Lirka or Die trying and she moved down from the tower towards the transports. The sheer feeling of Chaos and destruction flowing over her as she as she walked down the stairs then she felt something along her web. It was at a distance near the Temple of Bone. Tegan looked to her timer on the Explosives on her holopad only minutes to spar and yet she felt life still trying desperately to make it further inwards. Yet that life would soon be extinguished but she also felt someone playing with Magicks they should not be.


Her gaze once more turned towards the temple as Maw Soldier desperately now came clamoring for the transports. They were willing to die for their Gods and their vision but that did not mean they had to so the clamored for their lives on the transport running through the living dead that was taking out the Confederate soldier s trying to reach them. “Are you coming Elder Starfall?” One of the Rhandites screamed to her and waved his hand motion to one of the now empty transports as Tegan approached the bottom of the stairs.


As the Rhadite screamed out to her, Tegan turned her back to him and then slowly sat down on the ground cross legged. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The Rhadite screamed out some more begging her not to do what she was about to do. He Began running towards her to try and stop her as Tegan head tilted back and she let out a loud visceral scream.


“Awwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Her eyes shot open the fire in her eyes burned brightly as her face twisted and contorted. The Rhadite was to lack as Tegan’s spirit and essence ripped from her body the fire in her eyes going out. Her body fell limply to the ground just as the Rhandite made it to her. He looked down at her empty vessel realizing what she was doing, he would have shed a tear but the Dark Forbad it. He just held the lifeless body in his arms as he lifted her up, her body so light and small.


He had never seen or heard of anyone coming back what she did. Tegan had ripped her soul and essence from her body as she had done millions of times before to enter a cloned bodied. This time though she did it to meld with the world spirit to become one with Rhand itself infuse it with her Chaotic energy and the Dark. As Zlova Rue Zlova Rue began setting up her ritual Tegan’s spirit was melding and becoming one with the World spirit of Rhand. Her web had help her feel many goings on in this world but as she began to meld she felt everything.


The Rhandite took her small body to the transport and sat it down in the center of the Transport cargo bay. All the other Rhandites still left on the planet began to gather around. Remorseful eyes but not a single eye drew a tear. “The Elder Tegan has Join the Pantheon of the Gods of Destruction from there will carry out the will of the dark.” Tegan’s spirit began to fade as she melded with the spirit of Rhand itself fading away.


"Only power is real, and the only real power is the power to destroy. Existence is fleeting. Destruction is eternal." The Rhandites began to chant. The Scarred men outside the ship momentarily stopped their slaughter of slaves. They to joined the Chants. "Only power is real, and the only real power is the power to destroy. Existence is fleeting. Destruction is eternal." Then Maw Joined in with there Chants. “War, Death, Rebrith!”


The Symphony of destruction would not end here the Maw would go one. The truth of the Vision would not die here today, the Confederates arrogance in being an untouchable nation would come crumbling down as Empires had to fall. In time Entropy would take hold of the Galaxy and every star would die as every world would lay Barren devoid of all life. The dark was inevitable as existence was fleeting a slowly dying memory.


Temple Detonation Timer: 2 Minutes remaining.
 
RHAND
PORT SORROW
SPACEPORT, PERIMETER OF DOCKING BAY T-37
OBJECTIVE: E S C A P E

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD
Diocletian Kahmen’’a Diocletian Kahmen’’a | Srina Talon Srina Talon | Ket Cros Ket Cros | Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean | Taiia Locke Taiia Locke

Ignatius stood there as a limp hound. Waiting for his lashes. And he got them. And they were quite considerable. The Auxiliary stood there. He gave no betrayal of his inner feelings to Taiia Mataan. But he certainly stiffened his upper lip. All the while, he could hear it in the periphery. Turbolaser blasts beginning to slam against the ground of the port. The chaos had begun to circle, the Maw edging in for the kill. He swallowed, as he listened to Mataan pontificate. His fist clenched in anger. She didn’t know the half of it. What he went through. What he had sacrificed. What he had gone through. But he kept an even glance. Swallowing and waiting. The pack of companions could not afford to be offended. He was this close to it. Freedom. From the Maw. From these shackles. He could not afford to screw the proverbial.

As Srina was briefed by her bodyguard, the ambitious Rausgeber kept an eager ear to the ground. Listening to the discussion. It seemed too the Confederacy was pulling out. And not a minute too soon. So much blood had been spilled on Rhand’s soil. Too much. And Ignatius intended not to at least proverbially, add to it. His own skin scratched onto the foundations of the soon to be destroyed, Port Sorrow. Ignatius courteously nodded when Srina insulted him. “I assure ma’am, a diplomat’s work is always to flower the ugliness of conflict with honeyed words.” He offered a wry, albeit fake smile. It made him sick. This wasn’t some boardroom on Dosuun, nor some capital under the First Order’s protection. He was gambling with lives, with a group whose intent he could not gauge. And at least one wanted them all dead. Typical. Sweat bled through his undergarments. Cold and callous, driven by his terror.

And then she gave it to him. Srina Talon granted them a freedom. Release. A smarmy smirk was passed to Mataan who seemed far too indignant for her own good. “I promise you, I do not intend to allow myself to be caught up in such debauched evil.” Ignatius replied. Voice honeyed and smooth. Of course it had never been his intention. But what was the harm in letting Talon feel she was in command. “My cohorts will depart imminently, I certainly do wish you all a very safe and pleasant journey from this-” Ignatius’ exiting pleasantries were cut entirely short.

There was a thundering whirring, one which eclipsed even that of the distant bombardment, or the quaking of the ground. Ignatius turned to look at Glenn, at last glance still in cover behind the wall. But Glenn was gone. Hungryman and Little Dwight too. Over the walls of the spaceport dock they were situated at, the shuttle, Zeta class unfurled its wings and began to take off. In but one moment, Ignatius turned from gracious sycophant to apoplectic ranter. “Glenn!” He cried out, “Glenn you useless pillock!” He screamed into the sky, “You ponce, you stupid bloody mo-ron! I’ll get you for this!” He clenched his right hand and shook it as the shuttle skirted overhead, before turning away from the spaceport and increasing its speed. Away from Port Sorrow. “You idiot you!” Spat at them. Deep red blood sprayed with bubbly spittle into the sky. “Damn you! Damn you all for eternity, you bloody wankers!” Ignatius shuddered in actual, risible anger. This was it. This was what he had gotten. For helping those stupid luggards from the inevitability of their demise. Betrayal. But what could he expect? There was no loyalty amongst thieves. They had all been in the same proverbial boat. And now they had seized opportunity. Catching it while crushing Ignatius watched on in both horror and vicious bitterness.

The aggrieved and wounded Auxiliary soldier, although a soldier would not quite accurately describe what he was, looked to the Confederate party. That was that. He was done for. No more chips on the table. He swallowed, and looked very deeply into Srina Talon’s piercing gaze. “It appears, my associates…” He spoke these words between gritted teeth, stained with his own blood, “Have chosen to abscond.” Tears welled in the man's eyes. This was it. His demise. He would be trapped here. Rhand, Ignatius Ervine Rausgeber's tomb. “I see that our negotiations, and would hope that-that…..and that you are… You are….” He swallowed, and clenched his fist. Trying to suppress the anger he felt welling within. And then it hit. In all a rage. Not to be too cliche about it. But it was a snap. Sudden. If this was it. He was certain to go out firing on all cylinders.

The dumbest piece of chit I have ever laid my eyes upon,” His rancor was projected directly to Taiia, the redheaded ponce, “You absolute moron.” He added, pointing at her with his torn up, grimy finger, “How dare you, think I revel in this chitheap? That I am somehow a social sadist who enjoys-no! Revels in this-this cruelty! And inhumanity!” He shook his head, “I am a slave to these monsters as well, you idiot. I didn’t just one day sign up like some stormtrooper looking to make a name for himself! I was taken. I was put to work. Or I would die. So yes. Yes I would very much like to have left. To have tried to rebuild somewhere. But no.” He shook his head, and spat at her, “No instead, I have some arsewipe here, trying to tell me what my life and experiences are!” He reached over, across the astromech, into a rusted tool box, rifling around for something. Anything. And he returned. With a rather large bolt. “You look like you’ve just finished a shift at the spa you work at, and yet you come here, telling a guy who hasn’t eaten for three days how bad I am. How wicked I am. How awful I am. You hypocritical waste of skin!” He lobbed the bolt at her head. But it didn’t even make it halfway before impotently bouncing and rolling to her feet. “But no, no, instead I get to be lectured by you. You feckless, room-temperature IQ having, reprobate!”

In fact,” Ignatius’ gaze definitcely switched from just the one member of the CIS hunting party, to the others. “You all are. Your whole government is, nothing but a series of cowards and hypocrites who’ve made things worse.” Ignatius thundered at the group, “I didn’t choose to be here. I have sat here enslaved, and slaving for a band of illiterate, violent psychopaths, and even they-!” He barked, gesturing to the skies where the shuttle had disappeared to, “They have had more sense today than you!” He flailed his arm in that direction, “They let me waffle on and on, and they then pissed off. That’s me, they’re pissing on mind you!” He slammed his fist into his chest, “Me! The guy who patched them all up! Who’d help them read instruction manuals and ran their IT support for three years! Living on the scraps they left! Doing the unspeakable to make sure I wasn’t disembowelled myself! Left lying for weeks on end waiting for it! Death!”

And you know what is going to happen here. We’re going to die. We all die. You probably won’t die here, what with your whole special forces outfit shaking eachothers knobs. But I will die here.” There was a grim, almost maddened smile on his features, “I ran, through the Port and back, all day. Trying to make sure the slaves were safe. That this… This… Madness would be spared from them.” Ignatius hissed, “I’m not defending the Maw. They are merciless killers, to whom life has no value. But you knew that,” he steeled his gaze to those opposite him, “And yet you couldn’t leave well enough alone now could you?!” Ignatius thundered, “Could you?”

No, and now there are thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands who are going to die, because you wanted to be smug. Shrug off the chains of the Sith, and just-just-argh!” Ignatiys flailed his arms in impotence, he slowly, tried to hobble toward the group. Blood from his limping foot smeared against the ground. “You know I did everything right?” he questioned, a serious, yet courteous mania having consumed him. “I did well in school. Was a good son.” Ignatius added, tears falling down his cheeks, “I went to university. I studied languages. I was a loyal citizen. An honourable agent and officer of the First Imperial Diplomatic Office. I shined boots, I polished wankers egos, and where has that put me?”

He opened his arms, “Within the reach of you, and your pack of putrid lackeys and yesmen.” He then rounded on the mercenary, alerting Talon his soldiers needed to see their families. “Ah yes, of course, because running around here makes dinner, doesn’t it? You realise what you, and your idiot paymasters have done son?!” Ignatius growled, “They just went and killed a thousand families.”

You are, and maybe this is the wrong person to throw this at, but whoever has planned this operation? Hang them. Hang them all by their own innards. At least for all that is merciful, let that be your take away,” The Auxiliary spat at them, he turned back, “Because, you straight up, without a doubt, have caused this,” he looked to the turbolasers thundering down in the distance. “There are families here today, who would have survived the Maw. Outlived its tyranny.” Ignatius prognosticated, “Look at Galactic History,” He was a little less aggressive now in tone. But somber. “The Maw. It’s hostility toward all before it. It’s unsustainable. It will collapse.” Ignatius predicted, “Maybe in a year. Two. Three. Or ten. But there were families. Children here, who certainly would have suffered under the Maw.” Ignatius conceded, “But they could have outlived it. Grown beyond that. And you took it from them.” He glared in disgust at Talon.

And you knew, you can’t have been naïve enough not to have known that flying what? A battlegroup,” Ignatius continued in his harrying, “To the otherside of the Galaxy would not have ended like this.” Ignatius bellowed to Talon, glaring right at her, his angry gaze meeting her eyes, “You initiated what is effectively a hostage situation with an irrational state actor. These people, the Mawites, they don’t think like you or me. They don’t think rationally.” He sneered, “They blew up an entire planet, to make a statement. And given these slaves, these people mean nothing but numbers on a ledger, they’ll kill them all just to spite you. You and your lack of forethought and vision.” Rausgeber barked to the collective. “And here you are, one botched military operation later; about to grandstand on top of the mountains of bodies you killed due to your feckless naivety.”

He licked his blood smeared lips, and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. “How are you going to justify all that blood back on Geonosis, Naboo, or wherever you call home?” He licked his lips, “You came in, swinging for the Maw. Knowing full well the evil they are capable of, and yet you still sprung their trap.” Ignatius condescended, “You still played their dirty game.” He scoffed, “I’m not a politician by trade, but I have had the displeasure of working with a number of spin doctors.” Ignatius explained, “So I have a question for you. How will it play back home? Maw murders hundreds of thousands, or,” he wagged a finger at her, “Or will it be you saved those hundreds of thousands from the wickedary of slavery?” He then stopped, and nodded his head vigorously, “Through of course their own demise.”

I don’t think anything I’ve said has changed your minds.” Ignatius conceded glumly, “Other than wishing upon you all barren ovaries, and imminent, violent castration, I think I’ve gotten it all out of my system.” Ignatius conceded, taking in a deep breathe. “Now, I do feel awfully faint. So if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather like to perhaps spend my last few minutes in quiet lament. Preferably in a dark, cold hole.” He then pursed his lips, “Unless of course you wish to do me the favour of killing me now. However, precluding that, I bid you a farewell as agreed upon.” He bowed his head to them. And began to move to the spaceport behind them, his escape now empty. He stopped, a minute in.

Oh, and one last thing.” Ignatius paused, and turned to Taiia, “It’s culpable. Not copable. That is not a word. You are missing an ‘L’ in your enunciation.” With a small smile, he moved to hobble off in lament. “Toodles.”
 
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Post: 1

Twenty Minutes before the Arrival At Rhand:

The operation was supposed to have been a quick and clean extraction of civilians, she could feel it through the force a dark foreboding on the horizon that made even her feel uneasy, she stared out of the window of the Adjudicators bridge as if expecting some manifestation of the dark side to appear. Yet nothing came, the unease though was permeating the bridge she didn't know for sure but something seemed to have gone horribly wrong.

The feeling of uncertainty was only made worse by waiting in reserve but it had been the orders she had been given. The world they had seen fit to use as their staging area had it been inhabited would no doubt have been uncomfortable with the sheer numbers of vessels looming over it. The tension was palpable none dared relax even for a moment. The silence was finally broken Lt. Grimes spoke up.

"High Marshall, I have a transmission from the Vicelord!. Excuse me, the former Vicelord I have confirmed his identity. He says the situation has deteriorated and we are needed now. Emphasis on NOW"

She listened weighing the words, Darth Metus was no longer Vicelord. Could his word be trusted, could it be a trap? Perhaps some random chance had alerted him to a crisis who knows. One thing she did know was if he was right and she did nothing she would never forgive herself. If he was reaching out the situation would indeed be dire. "Very well. It's irregular but we'll take the gamble. Send an alert to the fleet I want all ships on alert and ready for battle. Have the 117th and the 243rd prepare to jump to Rhand, coordinate arrival time, all pilots to your fighters arm all weapons and prepare to jump. The rest of the armada will remain in reserve until called for. Standing orders, if you do not hear from me within the hour? Send everything."

Lt Grimes paled a bit "Everything ma'am? Isn't that overkill."

Anashla turned and looked him in the eyes. "That is exactly the point"

Lt Grimes spoke up one more time after relaying her orders "Both the 117th and the 243rd report ready to jump and are synced to our Navicomputer."

Anashla looked away from the Lieutenant and back ahead to the window "Jump." with the word given all the ships of the 117th and the 243rd entered hyperspace for Rhand. Preparing to bring the fight to the Maw.


Current Time:

The nervousness of her crew only seemed to grow as they got closer to Rhand she could understand, but this was not the time for empathy or fear. It was the time for action, if the Confederacy was in dire need they would be there to answer the call. And if they were wrong? She would answer for it either way nothing would stop their arrival at this point.

"Hyperspace reversion in 5...4....3...2...1..."

The vessel lurched slightly as it reverted to normal space and at once they could see the severity of the situation. She could plainly see the ships bombarding the surface of Rhand, broken hulls of Confederate ships, and a mixture of debris from the skyhook as well as the station and a giant ship currently crashing towards the planet. Everyone on the bridge had frozen at the sight, she understood but they had a job to do.

"Get me the Grand Marshal or the Minister of War now!" she yelled as anger swelled in her everyone began to. "I want a full accounting of assets in the system, who is where, and what condition are they in?" what followed was a barrage of dialogue and chaos yet she heard it all.

"Communications are being jammed"

"Fortressa is hanging out at the edge of the system ma'am."

"The Ventress is in the system but doesn't look like she's been engaged yet."

"The Storm King is being pulled into the atmosphere! They are trying to slow that falling station!"

She shook her head at the mess she had wandered into "Open a system-wide channel and boost power to our transmission, and try to cut through the jamming." she waited for a thumbs up from one of the crew then began speaking. "This is High Marshal Anashla Deshal to all Confederate forces rally to the Fortressa, we will regroup and re-engage.." she turned to an officer. "Launch all squadrons"

Even if only a fraction of the message got through maybe they would have a chance, Anashlas forces burned hard toward the Fortressa. The only Confirmation that she got was that the Ventress started moving toward the Fortressa if that was because of the transmission or because her captain saw her forces it mattered little, they would be all the better for it.


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