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

E T E R N A L - E M P R E S S
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Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium
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Location: Aboard: ENS Crimson Empress
Objective I.: Go home.
Equipment: Kiss of the Red Witch | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: N/A
Tag: Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood
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[ Primo Victoria ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

The Empress still stood motionless, watching the sinking space station, dying ships as they headed for the planet's surface. Moments later, she received a report from MANIAC that the last dropship had also arrived on the Eternal Imperial ships. She didn't find any reason to stay here anymore. She fulfilled what she undertook, both in the direction of the CIS and towards her own empire. First in, last out.

She began to concentrate and then disappeared from the surface of the Rhand. By the time the gigantic space station crashed into the planet, the red-haired woman was already aboard the Crimson Empress, on the ship's bridge. As soon as she appeared, everyone saluted her, and the woman took off her helmet. Ingrid looked out the bridge window at the outside battle. She had not yet asked MANIAC for an analysis and outcome of the battle, but for the time being it seemed a failure, with huge losses on both sides.

<"My Lord, what are your orders?"> Cal asked her.

< ~ Are you all right, Ingrid? ~ > asked much more confidentially through the biochip communication channel on the private line between the two of them, in thoughts. This was a "silent" question.

<" Send out the order, Fleet Admiral, we'll go home to Kalidan."> she answered.

< ~ Yes, Cal, I'm ok! ~ > she answered the other question as well.

The Empress looked again at the fight and battle going on outside, while Cal gave the order to all the ships here. Their captains and commanders signalled almost immediately that they were ready to depart, and then entered the hyperspace one by one. She looked once more at the ship from which she felt @Zachriel Steelblood.

~ See you again, big boy! ~ she said goodbye.

After the last Eternal Empire ship entered hyperspace, the ENS Crimson Empress did the same and left Rhand…


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Location: Confronting Laeritia Io
Allies: Diocletian Kahmen’’a Diocletian Kahmen’’a || Vyse de Valorous Vyse de Valorous || Zlova Rue Zlova Rue
Opposition: Laertia Io Laertia Io
Equipment: Armor, Lightsaber, Sidearm, Horace

Kyyrk watched the Sith quietly, verbally thrashing about in her death throes. He supposed there was a chance that this was supposed to make him pity her. To see the wretched creature she had become. But in that moment, Kyyrk wanted nothing more than to strike her down. He was a Knight Obsidian, after all. It was his right. Nay, his DUTY. He was the Judge, jury, and executioner of the Confederacy. His grip tightened around his blade. The Maw were capable of slaughtering thousands without her help. Why leave Xiphos alive to finish the job that they started?

No. That wasn't Kyyrk. Kyyrk did not want to kill her. Voph did. And in that moment, Kyyrk deactivated his lightsaber. His gaze did not break from the pathetic being lying at his feet. His lightsaber was placed upon its perch on his shoulder, and the man knelt down, withdrawing the same device from his belt that he had used mere moments ago, and pressed the record button once more. He'd heard all he needed to. In the next moment, Laertia was being cuffed by shock cuffs that Kyyrk had withdrawn from his belt. "I have no arguments there." Feth the Jedi. Of course, his reasons were vastly different from the Sith that lay before him. But they weren't there to debate philosophy. Kyyrk was there to arrest a murderer.

Kyyrk didn't bother to try walking Laertia towards his ship. He simply picked her up and carried her. "I'll keep the prisoner aboard the Allegiance until we arrive in the Naboo system." Kyyrk walked past the waiting confederates, nodding to Diocletian in recognition of the mercenary having joined them. Perhaps he'd be worth keeping around if he could live through a thing like that, and still come back for more. Kyyrk unceremoniously deposited Laertia's body in the Allegiance Medbay, collecting an extra pair of cuffs to secure her to the bed. Then he moved forward to the cockpit, and took a seat at the pilot's station. He sighed heavily as he sat down, reaching up to remove his helmet. He let it drop to the floor beside him. His part in the battle was over.

And for all Kyyrk cared? Today, he had lost. The Confederacy as a whole may have done enough damage to the Maw to consider it a victory. And Kyyrk had fulfilled each and every objective he'd set out to complete. But that didn't shake the feeling that he'd lost something today. He knew the Maw were a threat to the galaxy. That much any who knew what happened at Csilla could tell you. But he hadn't expected this. He should have. But he didn't. Now? It was over. There was nothing more he could do. Nothing except weep for the fallen. And try to figure out just how they would defeat this grotesque enemy...

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S U R V I V E

Allies: CIS
Enemies: ???
Equipment:


The waves of Quinns words crashed against deaf ears, Felix would feel himself slip into the emotional numbness that continued to consume him. The world surrounding him amalgamated into a trifecta of emotional heartache, tragic loss and physical pain with himself at the center of the venn diagram. Quin shouted towards Mori, defiant, desperate and delusional. There were some battles you couldn't win, there were some battles that stubbornness just made worse. This... seemed to be one of them, for more reasons than one.

Felix's hand wrapped around her wrist loosely, equal parts comfort and precaution to ensure that she wouldn't go running off into the crimson beam which was already in the process of erasing the evidence of this entire encounter. Thousands of souls eradicated screaming as the nightmare seemed to be drawing to a close. A dramatic end to a prelude which was no doubt simply the opening act of something greater.

Mori would take her leave, the method she would employ to leave the planet as mysterious as her motivations to leave her humanity behind, though, Felix could sense that Quinn had gotten through to her on some level. No reaction was a reaction after all, her words had, at the very least made the Sith Creature fall silent as they took their leave, a feat that seemed difficult upon his arrival. But who was he to comment? After a final exchange, Felix watched as Quinn turned his way, evading his gaze... probably for the best as she wrapped her arms around him, burying herself in his frame. After she spoke, Felix would respond with a resolute, "Okay." Giving in to her demands now that she had tried all that she could.

Without a care to his condition, he would curl his broken arm around her, the numb fragments of his hand splitting into cracks as it would move, The fact he couldn't feel it gave proof to life within the limb, but a dangerous realization of the sheer sum of damage done to his nerves. Felix wouldn't think twice about the injury as in a single swift motion he would move to lift and Carry Quinn to the waiting shuttle, moving past the shouting pilot team and taking a seat as the engines would roar, still drowned out by the planet as it let out its death throes as he would keep her close by, running his good hand through her hair absently.

From the passenger area Felix could overhear the coms give word that enemy ships were retreating, the fact that communications were leaping back to life meant that some of the ships that were jamming their signals had been destroyed enough from entering an atmosphere without shielding to destabilize the signal, or that they had simply fled the battlefield. Grabbing a hold of his own communications device, pulling it to his lips he would speak, reaching out for one last possible ray of hope that may give today some, or any meaning...

"Commander, did you find him?"

There was silence for a moment, Felix would repeat; "Commander?" To hear the shortwave channel roar to life, an answer coming through, grainy... obvious interference as the shuttle was making its way quickly for Rhands inner atmosphere.

"Uh, yeah, we found him... and a couple of others... but we got trapped in the underground under Port Sorrow. What's going on up there?" The reply came, labored breathing between the bursts of speech likely signaled pain or exhaustion of some kind.

The knot in Felix's stomach tightened, something bad had happened, his grey bloodshot eyes twisting once again into red, as pure unfettered hatred for the days events would begin to pour from whatever feeling he had left. Doing all that he could to keep his composure, bringing the communicator to his lips again he would hesitate for a moment, sure in what he needed to say... But unsure if he wanted to hear the consequence. "Put him on..." He decided, from his brother he could get more information, locations, something to give Felix an idea to stage their rescue.

An affirmation, then the voice of a young boy, no older than fourteen would be heard over the radio. "Felix? Is that you?" The voice was shaky, scared, likely hurt but elated to hear the voice of his brother who could feel the communication device's shell beginning to crack under the weight of his grip. Felix taking another breath, swallowing his emotions down would answer.

"Yeah, of course it's me, I'm coming to get you, so you hold on tight, ok?" Dark-sight would activate involuntarily, looking for a future in which he would be able to save his brother. Only to face the inescapable pain of the shuttle and everyone within it being consumed by the world-ending plasma. Again and again he would ask a question to the innate ability fueled by his emotions. Slightly different takes on possible futures raining past his vision in fleeting phantasms as he sat... Only to find nothing. Felix had came face to face with an unstoppable certainty, and only now did his tears start rolling down his cheeks and his hands begin to shake. "I'm so sorry..." A intentional double entente.

"It's ok... I...- "

Without another word the line went dead, leaving a crackling void where the childs words once were. As the super-laser consumed Port Sorrow, the city caved into a sinkhole, the surrounding explosion spreading across the surface of the planet as they flew to safety. A sound of cracking plastic as Felix all but crushed the Radio in his hand. What had he done wrong? How could he have done anything any different? The Rylothians' mind began replaying the entire battle over and over again in his head, every choice he made, every action he took but all resulting in him being stranded without a ship as a storm of Turbolaser fire showered them from above.

His grip on Quinn tightened just that little bit more. Saying nothing as the Shuttle would direct them towards one of the huge capitol ships that hung imperiously in the skies, fighting off the last fleeting remnants of the Maw, all while the beat a hasty retreat. He wasn't sure which of the grand ships he was moving towards, and frankly, he didn't care. The toll of using his powers in the force had caught up with him, the world was beginning to blur in and out of focus as the combination of fatigue and trauma began to take hold.

"I'm Sorry..."

He'd repeat, tearing his mind from his own events and moving simply to focus on the individual stands of hair on Quinns head as he would run fingers over them, tracing patterns to simply watch how they parted.

And for now... that was enough.


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BX-4381

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R E S C U E

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
DRCTV:

  • PR1: Rescue Civilian Captives [] Designation: Maw Slaves []
  • PR2: Terminate Hostiles
More and more maw hostiles poured forth even as BX-4381 cut down their comrades. It would seem to the droid that they were praying for death, quick from the cuts of BX-4381's vibroblade rather than the certain doom of impact that awaited for them. "Transports are filled and ready to launch," BX-4385 reported.

"All transports proceed to launch." BX-4381 commanded.

"Roger-rog--" BX-4385's reply was cut off by a lightning gun's bolt that melted the unit's head, destroying the droid. It was too late to stop the transports, though. As their engines fired, the dual and tri-mounted rotary cannons gave a final sweep of enemy hostiles before exiting from the crashing station.

BX-4381 turned, red photoreceptors gleaming, to throw down smoke to obscure its movement from the enemy. Charging, it slashed at one Maw hostile, fired point plank at another, and lept and crushed a third with its metal feet, waiting until its audioreceptors detected the sickly sweet crunch of the hostile's fragile skull caving in. "Transports have cleared debris and are heading for orbit," BX-4387 reported as BX-4381 left over the burnt-out chassis of some BR-1 unit to plunge its vibroblade into the chest of another Maw soldier.

BX-4381 stopped to look at its fellow unit and reply. "Very good. All assets proceed for evacuat--"


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[] ESTABLISHING CONNECTION. . .
[] UNSUCCESFUL

[] ESTABLISHING CONNECTION. . .
[] UNSUCCESFUL

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[] UNIT:TERMINATED
[] PRIMARY OBJECTIVE:SATISFIED

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Objective: Head to Naboo
Location: Laertia Io's ship/Own ship
Equipment: Ship Armour Scimitar Railgun Carbine Rifle Thermal Detonators BARC Speeder

Ally Tag: Kyyrk Kyyrk Zlova Rue Zlova Rue Vyse de Valorous Vyse de Valorous

Enemy Tag: Laertia Io Laertia Io


So, it is done, no bloodshed or fight? Eh, that’s been done already and nothing in the vicinity is going to leap out at them. Diocletian in all his eagerness to join or pick fights was just tired of the whole thing. Which completely surprised him. He’s never felt drained and near irritable in this capacity before.

He was beginning to regret the decision to not cut his losses and bounce out of it. Ah, but on the flip side, he did want to stay even if it wasn’t pragmatic to do so. Simply for the thrill, the thrill of killing kept him on Rhand with guns and sword blazing.

Which added to his already sour mood, his brother called him a wasp for his grumpy and grating personality. Heh, that’s one way of putting it. So now with all objectives wrapped up and no surprises waiting for them. There doesn’t seem to be anything else to do but head back to ship.

Hopefully, when they are far enough the COMM network will be up and running again. This would make space travel a little less like a game of Telephone where all unfortunate garbling results in being spaced as your ship is blown up by accident. A feth ton of what-ifs here need not be thought over at any rate.

So, their next port of call is Naboo, it’s been a while since he set his two feet on its surface. He quickly wondered if anything has changed or if they fixed that pothole in the second street to the left. He would find that out once they get there.

Diocletian returned Kyyrk’s nod. Everyone fought well today and he himself respected that. A heck of a good battle, even if it wasn’t what was expected.

So, he turned and headed back to and onto his own ship, he fought, and it was a victory because he didn’t die. That would have been quite an inconvenience to him, and the shock would have given his mother a heart attack as well. That is one thing he never wanted to do, hurt his mum.

He set the coordinates and took off heading for Naboo and away from COMM interference. Besides he still needed to have a chat with Jhira about call signs. Speaking of whom, he didn’t see her with them at all.

He wondered if she made it off-planet as he made preparations to jump and then moments later vanished into Hyperspace.


OOC: Thank you all for a fantastic story and for letting me be a part of it.
 
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Engaged: Kyyrk Kyyrk Zlova Rue Zlova Rue Laertia Io Laertia Io Diocletian Kahmen’’a Diocletian Kahmen’’a

Vyse stood in place as his current commander slowly strode towards the ships captain, watching his back but more relaxed. Things seemed to be warping up nicely, the ship had been surrendered and it's commander clearly didn't have any fight left. He kept an eye on the droids who worked all around them in case of any sudden movements, but mainly focused on scene before him.

Finding it odd that now of all times he was giving a speech, after all they were still in a war zone and she was still technically in control. Getting growing unnerved at his clearly disdain filled talk of Sith. Sharply becoming aware that such people were more frowned on here even in his order. A fact he had wish his master had instilled before vanishing. At least Zlova didn't hold the same hatred. Funny enough she chimed in at that moment, the squire glancing over as she spoke:

"An undeserved reputation often used to excuse an endless philosophical war."


"Ah, that does explain some things." He was very glad she had spoken up as that summed up exactly what this sounded like. An eternal war and hatred between both sides. And why one must hide their team unless marking oneself out.

He kept on listening growing tense. Was now really the best time to antagonize the women? She had just shown she has some mental link with the ship and if she didn't like what he had to say who know what she could do in her last moments. Looking over again as Zlova had more commentary, it serving to make him less tense.


"That is often one of a Sith's chief complaints about Jedi. There is a time to think or discuss, and a time to act. Nothing drives good Jedi dark faster than a Council that seems to only sit around talking and meditating about what they should do instead of doing it."

He found that very interesting. While he had learned much on the basic history of the Jedi and Sith he had not know such problems existed today. "I can see how that would be madding." He whispered back. Absolutely loving another take and how it applied to today. Hearing the topic go to war and cutting her a look expecting her to add on.

"There never is,"

Vyse held back a chuckle. "Silly to think otherwise." The mere idea that war could be clean was silly to Vyse. He had read about dozens of wars with the Jedi and Sith that killed untold numbers. And even where he grew up there was war, as gangs fought ruthlessly for power, a war he had to be apart of. There was no "clean" war. And you had to do what ugly things were needed to win.

Vyse winced at the static as he started to yell, a bit shocked. Was now the time to be giving a lecture? And to someone who had control of the ship even now?! Preparing himself as this could only go south from here he looked over to Zlova as she added on.


"Remember what we were talking about earlier? About choices. Be careful when you walk down a dark road, Vyse; your passion gives you strength, but it can also have you running off into a nearby abyss."


It was an odd time to be reminded, but that made it all the more impactful. His passions are what helped him survive the disaster below, the darkside flowing though him.. as it did the dead... Vyse was now able to finally explain it, what the darkside that powered him different from the dead. He would wield it instead of it wielding him. And those people? Those that made people into things, mockery of life to serve as tools. They had been swallowed whole by the abyss, a fate Vyse now dreaded more then anything.

He faced Zlova for but a moment still needing focus on what was likely about to become a combat situation. "Thank you for that.. After the dead I had wondered about.. the implications of such powers. But now I am clear, and no joking I'll make sure to stay firmly away from any such abyss." Despite his helmet giving a bit of a filter to his voice, she could hear the gratefulness on his tone. She having just saved Vyse a boatload of trauma about considering the nature of the darkside and it's powers. He would pay her back for that some how.

Vyse mentally prepared for battle as he expected it, he raising his burning white lightsaber to the Captain, the droids stopping as Vyse had already planned out what ones needed to be dealt with first, ready to ignite his crimson beam any moment, only for them to go back to to work to his surprised. He was sure shooting was about to break off as he intensely threaten her, only to hear the ship announce that it was heading to Naboo. Down right confusing Vyse as she in turn made clear herself and everyone on had surrounded. Internally getting a massive sigh of relief from Vyse. He had to assume their commander had a better grasp of the situation then he did.

Vyse allowed himself to relax a bit as she gave her counter speech, finding it odd but apparently this was common practice between Jedi and Sith once they met each other. Assumingly he'd be the same when he came across one. The idea of two factions endlessly fighting a duel of words upon greeting each other looking silly to him. He smirked under his helmet, his expressions protected. Whispering to Zlova as the attention was on on the captain: "If being a Jedi or Sith means giving endless speeches almost makes the powers not worth it. Almost." He said grinning a bit under his helmet.

Vyse wasn't really concerned about the speech the fallen captain gave but more so the fact she was having a mental break down while having it. Vyse getting a bit nervous as she was linked to the ship and the possibility of such a link worried him should she have a melt down. Would she do something rash in her last moments? Would the ship share her break down? Suddenly he wasn't feeling so safe in this massive ship that she had direct control of.


"And for someone so disgusted with Sith, you sure don't seem to mind the one right behind you." Oh, oh no. Was she referring to him? How would she even know?! Vyse tried to stay calm resolved to deny everything and confirm he was a scion of Thorn and hoped that do. Wishing she'd just have a heart attack already if she was going to melt down and bring her ship with her. He just hoped it just wasn't during hyperspace.

Gritting his teeth as she started to weakly fall to the floor, looking around to the massive ship seeing if any signs of it sharing any sign if it suffering from some internal self destruct, hard to tell between the fires and damage it was actively repairing. Dreading till the final moment of her utter collapse into a fetal position and unconsciousness. Half expecting to hear an explosion, Zlova nearly making him jump as she grabbed his armored shoulder. As he instead flinched, looking towards her. Thankful and finally sighing in relief having come to trust her judgement.

"Oh thank the force. Despite what she was saying I was half expecting her to just say feth it any moment and set the ship to bomb itself and set the droids onto us." He finally allowed himself to relax, chuckling a bit now that it was finally over.

Looking over as he saw his commander take something out, push a button. Wondering what that was, nearly asking as hit him like a brick. He did all of that to get a confession from her, absolutely genius. Suddenly all of that made sense as a strategic move and not some flight of passion. He didn't doubt he believed what he said but the fact hes said it at all made so much more sense.

Vyse nodded his head as she was unceremoniously picked up and carried to the ship and his commander gave him their latest orders.
"Understood sir." He said following him, down right shocked to see one of their comrades from the battle had not just survived but made it all the way to her ship. Vyse admiring that loyalty that took him from the madness of the space battle to here. "Glad to see you made it." He said to their returning comrade, wanting to say something at least after all he went though.

Vyse followed behind Kyyrk into the Allegiance, wanting to explore and secure the ship but not knowing it's forces settled till they returned to the safe space of Naboo.

Once safely inside he removed his helmet and sat down. He had done it, he survived. He made it though the hordes of undead, the trap that very nearly entombed him and his whole force, the anarchy of the fleet battle, and now in taking Laertia Io Laertia Io as prisoner.

They were done. Not totally safe, but as close as you could get. Laughing a bit at the relief of having made it out of all of it. After all it had only been his second taste of war. He wasn't sure how he felt about war after all of this, he'd need some time to process that.

He did know one thing, looking to Zlova smile on his face. "After that this I need a drink, and I am paying for anyone who joins me." He hoped his new friends weren't expensive.
 

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