Candle in the Dark [GA vs OS Invasion of Lujo Objectives: 1, 2, 4]

[Ayden Cater]

Location: High Orbit over Lujo
Objective: Secure Orbit for GA / Repel any One Sith Forces in Orbit ( 2 )
Allies: GA, [member="Dax Ragnar"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Jareb Kaine"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Tadel Perris"] | [member="Poy Luroon"]
Enemies: OS, Allies, [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Catalys Maijora"]

There was a panic on the bridge as many crewmembers began to worry that they would have to engage with the Immortal. But several squadrons began to bank and moved to engage the battlecruiser. It might have seemed counter-intuitive; if a whole fleet couldn't engage a single ship, what possible hope could a handful of fighters have. But experienced fleetmasters, men like Ayden Cater or [member="Captain Larraq"] or women like [member="Ashin Varanin"], knew that every ship had a weakness to hit, to exploit. It was simply a matter of staying calm, analyzing the situation, and figuring out exactly how to exploit that weakness. In this case, the Immortal had a massive array of weaponry at its disposal, but they were large fixed weaponry. It was a ship that meant to fight targets head-to-head. So the solution was to not present a target to hit. Starfighters were fast enough to largely fly through any capital gun fire, though scanners were picking up enemy fighters in patrol formation around the ship as well as anti-starfighter weaponry.

But a new problem came up. Coming up from the planet's horizon was a small system defense fleet, and they were fast approaching the Alliance ships. It seemed then that orbit would not be secured uncontested. Sensors picked up a dozen ships on an intercept course. The heart of the enemy formation was the all-too-familiar Dark Blade Dreadnought. It was a ship not at all unlike the Noble-class Star Defender, and that made it dangerous. However, there was only one in the system so far. The other ships, in contrast to the Dark Blade, were comparatively older designs. While not new, their age did not mean that they were not a threat. They were designs that had been introduced near the beginning of the One Sith Empire's rise to power, and that they were still used even in backwater systems was a testament to their performance.

So a new foe had presented itself. They were still largely out of range of the enemy fleet. So what then were they to do... "Charge all Javelin cannons. I want a firing solution immediately." The admiral was quickly formulating a plan of attack and began issuing orders to realize that plan. "Launch the rest of our fighters. Have the Shield cruisers take point as we move to engage the One Sith flotilla. I want them on either end of the bow of our ship. Have the Unyielding-class cruisers take point at our forward, two at fifteen degrees elevation, four hundred meters ahead, and two at negative fifteen degrees elevation, six hundred meters. I want the Relentless frigates on our flanks, three hundred meters ahead, zero elevation. The Thrantas and Blockade Runners will match our approach on our direct flanks. I want all available weapons ready to fire as soon as we drop those shields."

His orders were relayed to the other Alliance ships on secure channels. The fleet began to respond at the Shield-class cruisers took point in the formation. Slowly a spear formation of ships took shape as the smaller capital ships took up their places around the Indomitable. The ships moved forward, slowly as they were forced to match the speed of the Shield cruisers. The Indomitable itself was moving forward, but was not entirely keeping pace with the rest of the fleet. Not that it needed to, it was a ship that enjoyed more long-ranged combat. Several squadrons of T-70 X-wings flew between the Alliance ships, each pilot nervous and eager to get into the fray. They'd get their chance soon enough as the enemy began to approach the edges of their weapons. The fleet battle was about to begin. Hopefully the Alliance pilots would keep the Immortal at bay, otherwise this fight would get considerably ugly.

Spoiler

Main Galactic Alliance Fleet

1x Indomitable-class Star Defender - 1,700 meters
4x Unyielding-class Command Cruisers - 2,000 meters
4x Relentless-class Assault Frigates - 1,880 meters
2x Shield-class Cruisers - 900 meters
4x Thranta Mk II-class Patrol Frigates - 1,600 meters
6x Blockade Runner Corvettes - 900 meters
2x Watcher-class Corvettes - 200 meters
2x ??? - < 800 meters

Total Length: 9,980 meters

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: One
Location: K.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance (and her allies) | Silver Sanctum Coalition: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Enemies: The One Sith (and her allies): [member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] |
Gear: Vanguard-class armour (no helmet)| Lightsaber


The Sith Assassin was using the skills he had and would employ as an assassin, much like she, he had trained and mastered abilities to serve this purpose and mental attacks is one of them on both sides. Several years ago now, Coci had become possessed by a dark spirit of the Taung. She had been a willing 'carrier' of this spirit in order to save another, Master Connor Harrison. Her mental abilities were strong enough to lock the evil spirit in her mind and not effect her to the point where Coci had shut down her mind and body and entered a stasis. As soon as she felt the initial attempt of intrusion into her mind she blocked his advances but in stead formed a 'mental illusion' to trick him into thinking he had succeeded. He would know soon enough, he is strong enough to sense that.

"Now Thurion, please. Lets not be rude", she jested with her husband. However, her attention had not left the Sith and rather then continue the thread of the conversation .. "Is there a back door to this place?", she asked with little emotion or inflection. "If you manage to escape us, you will need it. You can sense them can't you? The Jedi and the Galactic Alliance are here advancing through the bunker, there are many and you are outnumbered".

Her finger unfurled on her saber only to take hold with a firmer grip. A strike would come, that much she was certain of and Coci is ready pulling the force to her arms and legs to give strength. His last word heralded his attack, his red saber raised high and coming down swiftly. Coci lowered with a slight bend to her knees, quickly bringing her purple blade on the horizontal to block. Her lower position opened up access to his torso, her left hand dropped away from her saber and at point blank range she threw a punch to gut with the power of the force and the light.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: B
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Abel"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Lord Sebastian"]

Spoiler: Gear

Handcannon: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/57742-occluder-handcannon/
Lightsaber with http://starwarsrp.net/topic/67975-vt-disruptor-lens/
Armour: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/68049-vt-jedi-vanguard-armor/
Glove: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/65415-vt-grav-glove/
Rifle: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11476-bti-cc13-blaster-rifle-ol-reliable/

Once upon a time the Jedi Marshall had been Captain Voidstalker, armoured infantry. He talked plenty during a battle. To this for all the tactical computers, augmented reality HUDs and scanners when it came to it the most efficient way to keep your men in the right direction was to talk to them. Your average solider was easily overwhelmed by too much visual input and any good commander could influence his men with the inflection of his voice.

So when Jacen spoke, Erebos might have though the words were for him, but they were not. As he spoke he reached out with the Force, bolstering the resolve of all those who fought beside him. Abel’s bravery eclipsed anything that he had achieved on this day. Even if he needed to bring the correct lightsaber in future.

“The dark only exists in the corners the light doesn't reach!” he cried out above the din of battle. Sounded good in his head, a bit corny once he heard himself. A rush of air swept from his hands forwards, extinguishing the snake of fire. Yet as it came to an end Jacen's armour was marred in soot, his face and and any exposed flesh singed.

Now was time to use his ace in the hole. The grav glove on his off-hand was a fantastic bit of kit. Like a tractor beam it could latch onto and object and apply force. Of course, it also put the same force through the glove. He let his arm hang by his side and focused it on Erebos as Damian moved in. Erebos would suddenly feel enough of an upwards force of enough magnitude to lift his feet from the ground. That was a bad place to be in a saber fight, with no anchor to the ground to stabilise himself, no power from which to swing. This was when all those deadlifts came in handy for Jacen; he could easily lift the Sith’s weight from the ground.

Taking two steps he delivered a swift strike from low to high. His centre of power, mobility and balance taken away, with two Jedi striking him, Erebos would be in trouble.

Yet Jacen was cognisant of more darksiders arriving. The battle between the light and the dark was about to get interesting.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1

Location: B

Allies: The Force, The Darkside, The OS, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Fortuna"], [member="Lord Sebastian"]
Enemies: The GR, The jedi, The lightside, [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Abel"] & [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Equipment: 1 x woebringer heavy blaster pistol, His Lightsaber, Tonka Amulet Charges (7/8), The ring of Hrafnar, Infantry Armor MK II (Modified with a robe around it and the mask of his previous armor)


As he charged the master he could see the padwan get up and come charging at him. 'Brave little chit.' He thought as part of him wanted to deal quickly with the master and knight so he could take his time with the padwan but he quickly disregarded such thoughts as it was distracting him from the sudden sprinting charge he got from the knight. Annoyance turned to Vexation as he had to turn to block the barrage of stabs coming from him. If he hadn't mastered shii-cho he knew he would be dead by now, this knight was utilizing a method of striking that gave no breathing room safe to allow Erebos to focus the force into himself to increase his own strength and speed so he could keep up.

As he was blocking the strikes coming from the knight the Master joined in but not before pulling that damned stunt with that glove of his that raised Erebos up into the air. Robbed of his mobility and balance he felt a tinge of panic gnaw at the back of his mind, if this kept up he would surely die here. He could already feel that several strikes from them had grazed him or had been taken by his armor but they were getting so close.
No he wouldn't allow that, not when he had gotten so far and still held potential for so much more. In a quick succession he force pushed the ground beneath him to gain altitude and hopefully the force against their legs would give his attackers pause. The pain from his wounds fueled him now as well as his will to live, to win. Reaching deep into his reserves he brought power up from the wellspring inside him and through his anger, hatred, frustration and passion he focused it but it wasn't nearly enough to bring any real power to bear so instead he had to think, to strategize.

Expanding his vision in the force to look all around him he noticed a pile of debris close to them and he focused what little he could spare towards it, it began to shake and move but only a little. It wasn't enough but a slash at his back that caused a cauterized gash to mark his armor he got that small added boost from the pain and the debris came flying at them. He didn't care if some of the debris hit himself it would give him a moment to breathe at the very least. What he didn't count on however was the large structural beam that had been buried under the debris that now came flying at them as well.
He didn't have time to get out of the way even if the jedi moved out of the way, his body wouldn't let him so instead he made sure to stand in the way of the smaller debris to be thrown out of the path of the beam. Being tossed almost across the room he clattered against the ground and the pain shot through his body like wildfire.

Getting up to his knees he coughed up blood that leaked through the lower chin part of his mask, his saber clattering on the ground in front of him as he used one hand to grip his side and used fire to close the bullet wound there. His chest armor was gone and he only had the gauntlets, his mask and leg guards left of the armor, with tattered robes billowing out from him. Standing up with effort he brought his saber back into his hand and looked towards the Knight and then the master. "I WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO jEDI!" He snarled in a force scream but he knew he didn't have the energy to go against both of them again, he possibly handle one if he got lucky but not both now. Without his armor weighing him down he was much faster but that didn't mean much if he was put on the defensive like that again. Oddly though he felt a few familiar presences now but one of them sent a surge of anger and hate into him that he used, he had to, to pull the force into him and block out the pain and the growing sense of exhaustion that had slowly began to seep into his body.

Turning on his saber he took a stance of a style he was developing himself, with his saber turned to point behind him as he placed both hands on it's grip. "I will not fall here, I will see your Galactic Alliance burn to ashes around you." He then said almost in the tone of a whisper but it could be heard like he was speaking directly in front of both of them. He however didn't engage he waited, seeing his mentor join the fray he felt a wave of hope that he could make it out of this alive. The padwan had been taken away by another acolyte which at the time had helped him immensely. His body was in tatters, his leg was so weak he had to use some of his strength just to keep it from shaking, his side was on fire and he knew that at least two of his ribs were broken. He was in no shape to continue but if he had to then he would he just hoped for someone to deal with the knight so he could rest a bit.

 

[Kaile Vera]

Obj 1
Location: G ( near K)
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | @Kaileann Vera | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: TBD
Gear in spoiler

"Come on... come on..." so far so good.

The status bar went across the screen, and with a smile that made her face glow, Kaile would be happy to see that the generator was not far from being neutralized. Now all she had to do was prep work.

Within her datapad, she went tickity type.

With a low sound, and then a dying hum, the first of the four generators was turned off. Grabbing her hydrospanner, Kaile then began to work to ensure remote and manual overide would not be possible.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: B
Allies: The Force, The Darkside, The OS, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Fortuna"], [member="Darth Erebos"]
Enemies: The GR, The jedi, The lightside, [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Abel"] &@ Kaileann Vera
Equipment: Leather armor with nothing on the chest, three lightsaber with dark red blades (one is a single hilt and the other two are single hilts that can connect to make a double blade) one bacta healing kit on the go

Lord Sebastian stood and watched the destined for a moment with great pleasure. He did remember that he did teach his former Apprintice how to fight multiple enemies, but it would seem these were proving to surpass the training. Luckily, his student sought out additional training and was no longer green in battle. He slowly began to enter the fray as he was force to knock some flying scrap metal Erebos had contoured. He used the Force without motioning with his hand to redirect the ones from hitting Erebos or himself.

He stopped near Erebos, "You took too many chances and now you are useless, I should kill you for such things." Instead the Sith Lird pulled out a small healing kit and tossed it to him. It wasn't much, but it would at least prevent him from dying at the moment. He ignored the Alliance Knight which was of no use to him and instead walked closer to the Jedi Master with an amusing smirk. "Trickery, deception, preying on the weak? I see you Jedi for what you are, you are no different from I except I have accepted the Darkness. I bet you look at your actions as necessary or he is just a Sith, I did once as well, you will give in to that Dark Side in you. That is, unless I kill you first." He drew a lightsaber from his jacket without the Force and ignited the blade pointing it at the Jedi Master. He would not attack until his enemy was ready as it was not honorable. He would also afford his enemy the chance to heal if needed or had the ability to as he had given Erebos time to heal.

 

[Jareb Kaine]

Objective: 2 - Capturing airspace for the Galactic Alliance
Location: In orbit of Lujo
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Poy Luroon"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Tadel Perris"] [member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Ayden Cater"]
Enemies: [member="Catalys Maijora"]
Soundtrack:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw0oheUfd7I​

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"Stang, that thing is huge!" Jareb exclaimed aloud as he and Black Squadron fell into formation behind Dax's attack group. "Fighters are inbound!" He said composing himself as he frantically tapped at his control panel. "Shields up at minimal power. We need to feed as much juice as we can muster into the engines to avoid that behemoth's stationary cannons."

Jareb flipped through his ship logs as quickly as he could in the brief moments before initial contact was engaged with the enemy interceptors heading towards them. He'd never seen a capital ship so large in his life, neither had he seen an Imperial ship with such a strange design. It's winged lances stuck out like the talons of a bird of prey, and the bulk of the ship was lined with laser batteries that looked large enough to burn a hole into Lujo's core. With that thought, Jareb wondered if the One Sith were low enough to employ "asset denial" in the case of a GA victory. To win the day, this cruiser crusher had to be conquered by only a handful of the GA's best aces. The only question was "How?”

"I've got no read-out on that ship!" Jareb called out over the radio. "What's our target?" As he spoke, the first of the interceptors broke their lines and everything fell into a chaos of laserfire. Despite this, Jareb kept his X-Wing's nose aligned straight with the cruiser. It was time to take the fight to these bastards.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: 1
Location: G
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: GA, [member="Andanian Ategann"], [member="Harmon Taldan"]

The momentarily prolonged life of the Alliance soldier seemed to stimulate a rather brutish response, an attempt at solidifying what little hope of survival he had left through vocal encouragement. The comment could also have been taken to be a taunt, and the Arue'tii intended to grant glorious combat with the soldier. He observed carefully as the soldier pulled out a weapon that seemed to be similar, though not identical to the one worn by the immediate threat looming ten meters away. Distances and potential actions flooded the creature's mind, wondering how he might eliminate the target while avoiding a majority of the fire, and the answer came simply: He could not avoid it all. Standing erect from his stunned position, Abelain twirled his lightsaber once more, allowing crimson light to dance upon the shadowy corners of various pieces of the room.

It was obvious that he could not reach the threatening individual with the powerful weapon without being stricken multiple times, though a pair of consequences of such firing would be that inevitably the soldier would need to reload, and that such a weapon seemed accustomed only for shorter ranges, implying that it held a spread which made it inaccurate over long distances. Final solutions abruptly tickled Abelain's mind, and in the span of a moment, he returned his glare to the Alliance soldier he had nearly killed, the one who dared speak threats to him. He was not so far away, and even if his weapon did manage to go off, he doubted that it could fire as many times or do as much damage as the other in the time it would take to attack.

Abelain stepped forward and lunged his body forward, crimson blade slashing diagonally from left to right towards the recently drawn weapon, and potentially the hands if it were set deeply in the grasp of the soldier. Using the momentum from his lunge, Abelain twisted in a circular form, passing between the soldiers and leaving his back exposed for a brief moment before he attempted to wrap his left arm around the neck of the soldier and place him into a chokehold with his arm, an attempt at protection from the weapon even if the proposed shield was a decent amount smaller in stature. If the attack were successful, he would point the crimson blade towards the midsection of the soldier, near the upper ribs and await for the reaction of the other Alliance soldier.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 1 (destroy all Jedi and GA)
Location: A
Enemies: All Jedi and GA
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
gear: first post



Nomkneer kept on the spinning scythe on a circular motion using it as a shield to deflect all blasters, it was alchemized to do so although it is not indestructible. The Baneful scythe had many goods and bads, but some bads can be counted as good if used in the correct situation. Nomkneer activated his force sight while keeping up the telekinesis deflecting blasters, many of the alliance soldiers would not stop shooting hoping for a chance of a shot to go through the scythe. The power of the scythe gave Nomkneer an amplification, although it would point out a glaring signal to all force sensitives of his location, in other words he sticks out like a sore thumb.

Luckily, as he focused on the scythe he took out his lightsabers, and jumped to the side while in the air focusing on the scythe to move it forward in the spinning motion it was in to cut the rest of the soldiers pointing their blasters towards him, there were around fifteen shooting, but with the deflections and ricochet there were only eight.

"Looks like this is one war after another while you go through these rooms huh"

He looked for a map of the location and saw he was in the room A and the room B was to the left through the hall. The reason why he got curious to the room B was that he felt there was someone there, someone whom hes been around before. His force sight was being helped by the amplification of the Scythe, so it would focus a lot better than before. He saw in the room B his master [member="Darth Erebos"], he knew that his master had to know he was in the next room thanks to the scythes power up, it is inevitable. he took his two lightsabers and with his force sight and normal sight combined he went through the Galactic soldiers and padawans using the force to amplify the hop on his feet.

The reason why he rushed towards the hall that directed towards Room B is that he sensed three other signals that were unknown and something didn't seem right. a few jedis gathered in front of the entrance to the hall that reaches to the B section. He used the two lightsabers and using dual-wield juyo, he slashed through his enemies like minced meat.

His force sight helped him see to the next room now that he was through the hall and closer to the section B. He could see Erebos facing three enemies, As he went through the front door he force pushed the gate using the amplification of the force, his rage was growing as the unfairness to this fight. He was fresh, ready for battle and he rushed forward slashing his way towards his master.

"I am here!"

As he faced forward towards his masters enemies, he pointed towards the one that seemed like not the strongest and not the weakest of the three.

"you!"

He points at [member="Damian Starchaser"].

"Face me you scum!"

 

[Poy Luroon]

Objective: 2 (Fleet) - take out the “Immortal”​

Location: Orbit above Lujo​

Allies: Black Squadron ​

Enemies: One Sith ​

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~​

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Poy heard Dax’s message over the comlink. The battle for Lujo was well and truly on now. Up ahead this Immortal loomed in her sights; it was the biggest ship she had seen in her career as a fighter pilot. She lined up alongside her comrades and then she went in for a first attack run against this monstrosity.

A TIE Fighter approached the Galactic Alliance Starfighters, so her targeting computer locked onto it and she fired all four belly-mounted cannons at it. The enemy craft exploded into a fireball. Soon enough though, another TIE Fighter appeared and Poy attacked it, keeping it away from her comrades in arms.

The TIE Fighter tried to attack once more, but she shot it down. It exploded in a bright fireball, before two more enemy craft came speeding towards them; it was time to kick it up a notch. Poy locked onto the two fighters and sent out a pair of heat-seeker missiles; both enemy craft were blown into tiny pieces.

“That is karking huge!” she exclaimed over the comlink to Jareb. “I have never seen a ship like it before!” her eyes looked this particular vessel up and down; they would definitely have to use every trick in the book to bring it down. Poy’s hands moved like lightning on the console, putting shields up on her X-Wing.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTuOHzsWIoE​

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: To reveal such revelation as mere shadow, to stomp out an existence once and for all (Objective IV)
Allies:

• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• [member="Kail Myn"]
• Galactic Alliance
• The Force

Enemies:

• The One Sith
• Spirit of [member="Darth Vornskr"]
• [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
• [member="Soeht"]
• The yoke that tethers slaves to such purpose

Gear:

• Roecnar (twin lightsaber of Reebas)
• Darth Vornskrs Lightsaber
• Vanguard Armor
• Armorweave cloak

An incredulous, thoughtful eye looked upon the bounty of his work. What effects the repulse had, they had no bearing on this puppeteer. Gabriel could feel it, deep within an astute gaze, that this figure wasn't the one pulling the strings. No, he seemed to be merely another puppet, elevated to the position of Galactic Alliance inconvenience. Even as the Sentinels moved about, recovering from their ailments brought about by the masterful use of telekinesis, he was focused on this figure. Moving around, taking guard, evading and using a higher level of cognizance than what these other giants seemed equipped.

The charge was physical, but the mind bled into the ethereal. He was going against a strong outcast, this Sith. An outcast with something to prove, until the dreadful end. Like his brother, he knew that this world would be blotted out not in some bed or in some ill fated diagnosis of old age and dilapidation. It would come in the fight, on the battlefield, blood dripping from fatal wound. Would that day be today, he wondered. Piercing gaze of another struck within him, strumming against the cords of his mind, playing a tune that wasn't his own. Methodical but clumsy, more to falter than to fail, he stepped back from an initial attack with a low haning weapon. The force would clamor to him now, enhancing his body with speed and perception, blowing out any advantage that his foe might now have. He was a blade master above anything else, the form of Makashi given to avoidance and careful maneuvers.

But it wasn't just a battle on the field. His mind drifted to his brother once more, the greatest fear he would know. But just as he had in the past, he presented himself defiant of the view. Because he had never known the fear of death. Moreover, his fear lingered in its hastening, that he might not make the impact he had always wanted, that he would linger off into the annals of time to be merely an easily chiseled away annotation. Name shallow, quickly eroded away. But his thoughts pushed on, passing his brother, towards thoughts of those he had known in his time of freedom. Flashes of faces. [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Cerusia Darke"], [member="Chevu Visz"]. He thought of his sons, Destin and Armaud, and of the redemption he sought in [member="Ijaat Akun"]. He recalled the fight with [member="Sage Bane"], the life beneath the yoke of Reverance and his meddlesome games with [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. How her power, taught by [member="Darth Carach"], wasn't enough to break the fortifications that protected his mind. It wasn't something he had learned through practice. Instead, a matter of necessity, the prospect of survival demanded it.

This man without a name, attacking Gabriel in the Cairn, festering and withering beneath the hope of revival, would find a mental blade without purchase. Defiance in the form of a smile, a warm greeting and turning away at the doors of his mind. There was no fear here anymore, his impact was known. To him, that was all that he needed.

Another step back, osmotic mental protection bolstering from the Annulum Ignis hidden beneath armor with thoughts of his children running in the snow, he evaded another powerful attack from this form. Form V, he knew that all too well, the broad strokes and power were the tell tale of this style. It was effective but wasteful, best suited for an aggressive opponent. With the power of the resilience and mindfulness, he deflected a strike away with a minimalist parry. An opening provided, he didn't take it, instead clearing the distance and pushing back against the mental attack. His confidence was well grounded, pushed far and away from arrogance with each twist of the wrist and fan of his red blade. With nothing but gauntlets on his opponent, he accounted those as something special, intent on not discovering their utility.

Toys and tricks and slaves, you can't win here.

He wasn't beyond killing the man. As Ava had told him, he wasn't a Jedi. A thought that gave him purpose when others might pause. It wasn't a criticism, merely a fact of his nature. He had no darkside to fall to, removed entirely during the transfer. He didn't attack out of mercy or restraint, but merely for the biding of time. As the force pulled into him, he gathered the strength to end this.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith

The conversation with [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] was cut short as [member="Braxus Zambrano"] charged forth. Probably ignored outright.

"People only want to fight these days," muttered Soeht under his breath.
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[member="Kail Myn"]'s training saber struck the Acolyte in the abdomen. The corrupted Malara hissed in extreme pain. She involuntarily dropped the knife on the ground.

Attempting to push back any possible pain, Malara lunged forward. Her hands - abnormally large now - reached forth toward Kail's neck.

A physical, visceral choke was Malara's aim - hoping to squeeze the life out of Kail and bear with any pain from the training saber.
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"People just fight, forgetting what's actually important," Soeht ranted as he deactivated his lightsaber and turned away from the duel between Gabriel and Braxus.

Then, Soeht approached the Graug performing the ritual.

"I know you're watching," said Soeht mid-stride, possibly to the spirit of [member="Darth Vornskr"], "I hope you've realized by now."

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: B
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Abel"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Fortuna"] [member="Lord Ajihad"](Come at me bro), [member="Darth Rapax"] (You too. Let’s just get this done)

Damian let out an audible sigh. More sith. First it had been the Knight Erebos who they engaged, and then an acolyte came out of nowhere pulling Abel from the fray into his own fight. Damian wondered how that was going but had no time. After a moment a master appeared and suddenly Damian was alone and about to take out a near crippled Erebos. That’s when the apprentice appeared.

From the room behind them he came yelling and raving in a fashion that Damian believed typified sith. A sigh escaped Damians lips as he was called out and his hand reached for his belt and to the det charge. He was very glad he had planted them in the doorway before moving on. With a press of a button the explosives erupted above the Sith’s head, the doorway itself shaping the charge and enhancing its concussive power as molten debris from the secondary thermite blocked the way of the sith acolyte. The concussive force was magnificent and would most likely break bones and rend flesh to say nothing of the ruptured eardrums and complete loss of equilibrium. Damian was not expecting this.

Damian stared wordlessly at Darth Erebos and raised his saber into the air. It was time to end this. Darting forward Damian attacked the side in which Erebos was weak, wounded. Movements would be painful from the gunshot and Damian would allow no time for the sith to heal. He’d need to retreat the field for medical aid or else fight to the death. Damian would allow no sith victory on the field today.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Objective: 1 (bunker)
Location: From starting location, en route to B (will arrive in a post or two)
Gear: In sig

A combination of instinctive navigation and empathic senses gave Mara a clear destination. She just had no idea why. Oh, emotions ran high over there, to be sure. And wherever the Force led her, she could probably make a difference. But she had very little forewarning of what she might find. She ran, darting through bunker tunnels and the detritus of war. Grim realities filled her mind, courtesy of empathic senses and her own past battlefield traumas. Even so, she wouldn't have come here if she didn't trust herself to stick to hope and the straight-and-narrow.

Somewhere ahead, a fethton of explosives went off. Mara accelerated.

@Damien Starchaser

 

[Roth Tillian]

Sink the Bismarck Immortal
Allies: [member="Ayden Carter"] [member="Poy Luroon"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Tadel Perris"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Odium"] [member="[/I][I]Catalys Maijora"]
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New orders now. Roth reviewed them again, along with the most recent reports as his co-pilot prepared for take-off. An Immortal. A legendary One SIth capital ship, beyond what anyone thought was possible and could, theoretically tackle a fleet by itself. He couldn't remember if it had ever been deployed, however. Nothing was coming to mind, so it would have had to have happened quite some time ago. Probably earlier in the war.

"Launch all fighters," Roth said through the channel, "New target is the Immortal." Hard to miss, in fact. The single largest ship seen for generations of living memory. He tightened his chin strap for the oncoming engagement and guided the ship, along with his squadron out of the hangar into space. other squadrons were already engaging the ships's escorts, especially the interceptors. Roth leaned over and adjusted the shields, studying what he could see.

It would take time and casualties to fight through to the ship, neither of which they could afford, not with what looked like that many guns pointing straight at them.

"Command," Roth commented through the comms, "Do we have records of any previous incidents in which Immortals have been deployed?"

He needed to know how they worked and what vulnerabilities they had so he knew what to target. They could drop proton torpedoes on the thing all day long and blow holes in the hull without doing anything significant. He peeled away from the attack vector and hugged the sides of their own fleet, calculating. They had firepower, but it needed to be precisely applied. No need to waste ammunition and time by rushing in. Not that he wouldn't rush in once he knew where he was rushing into, but he needed a target first.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: 1

Location: B

Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Lord Sebastian"]

Enemies: [member="Abel"] (Primary) [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

The spear floated behind her back, unmoving, out of any danger or threat for the moment. Plan was to just start wailing on the man again and again with the alchemised steel, but Fortuna hesitated. Surrender? Not something she expected, but then again this was her first time facing a Jedi. They were peace loving fanatics right? So it would make sense they'd want to end conflict without violence.

She liked violence though. Time to show her stuff to the other Sith around! If they cared enough to watch the acolyte. Useless thoughts! She smiled at Abel just once before bringing her arm forward. The spear was too heavy for her to wield herself, but she had been working on that with her skills in telekenisis. The only thing she was actually good at. Maybe she really should start branching out or something. Regardless, as she brought her hand around the spear followed in suit, flying past her towards the padawan in a quick thrust.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41_ooqHzYGc​

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Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: Shatter the barrier between existences, and be reborn among the ashes of thy foe's ruin (Objective IV)
Allies:

• The One Sith
• [member="Soeht"]
• [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

Enemies:

• The Galactic Alliance
• The New Jedi Order
• [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• [member="Kail Myn"]

Gear:

• None ATM
• Soon™

He watched them fight, every fiber of their beings (both physically and mentally) straining against one another, each movement ferocious yet confounding in its poignancy that evoked the sound of distant clashing of a bygone era. Even now, in his listless incorporeal state, he could remember his past life in the Empire that was built upon the foundations of ancient Sith ignorance. He had thought that he'd discarded such memories of a time that seemed so deeply embedded in the past, but even still the memories continued to rear their ugly heads from time to time. With a soundless snarl he shredded the memories that dared to breach the surface of his subconscious, destroying them utterly so that he may forget. Faces he once knew so intricately faded from his mind, but in his dementia he found them worth sacrificing for the sake of progress to the ultimate pinnacle of evolution.

He was on the cusp of a new epoch, one that he would guide to its inevitable heat death through endless war as he continued his depraved cycle of reanimation until there was nothing left but ashes. Yet, like the phoenix of so many mythologies, the galaxy would rise again with his iron fist to guide it to its rightly position as a Dark Side utopia devoid of all light.

A true kingdom of darkness.

His delusions had consumed him in his incandescent limbo, and they were all that he thought about as he lazily feasted on the souls of those who willingly gave their lives for his greatness. But soon his cup began to runneth over, his power finally reaching its maximum as the sarcophagus began to shudder and shimmer with Dark Side energy while the shadows of the chamber began to bleed towards the apex of the sudden shift in power. The air thrummed with latent energy, the stench of ozone and burning flesh strong and offensive while the smog of the burning incense grew thick and choking. The scene was set, and now all that he required was a final discharge to bridge the connection between the living and the dead.

"Oi tuti tsakwa."​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus Zambrano
The Herald of Darth Vornskr

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Unleash Darkness upon all the world.
Allies:
One Sith
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Soeht"]

Enemies:
[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
[member="Mira Rekali"]
[member="Kail Myn"]

Support: 10 Imperial Sentinels

Gear: Derriphan, Braxus's Lightsaber, Cortosis Gauntlets,

The Anzati made no sounds of frustration or rage as he brought his blade down upon the man with untold strength and increasing ferocity. Braxus may not have voiced his rage but it was still there, the black power of the dark side swelling behind each strike and move the Ancient Hunter made, and every strike parried by his superior opponent, the sizzling blade of the mans saber cackling as it collided with Derriphan, the Devourer of Souls, the Harbinger of Thousands, the Bloodrinker, the Holy-Blade of Darth Vornskr, the God-King of Panatha.

The struggle between the two warriors brought back memories of a time long past during his training sessions with Darth Vornskr in the mans old castle on Thule, the imposing epicanthix tyrant roaring with ferocity, the dark side eager to rush to his side as he crashed down upon him "Fight! Stand against me or die by my feet!" There was no respite, there was no mercy, every mistake was punished severely, every failed maneuver scolded. The Black-Iron Tyrant was a storm of death and destruction in which all life dies, Braxus had no choice but to learn and adapt, to survive because it was the only path to take.

It was in the mental arena that he was at his strongest, a blackened mind of iron will, and his technique honed and power increased through many years of hunting and devouring those strong in the force. But this man, this Jedi was strong, every breach pushed back, every assault rebuffed. An iron curtain brought down around the mans mind, defying the Ancient Hunter from his prize, and pushing back in his defiance. Braxus brought the same iron curtain down around his own as he stared the man down, but once again they were matched evenly.

But a disturbance drew the man's attention as the beckoning of his dark master rang out in that ancient language, the final reckoning was here. The dark side was overwhelming, its maximum capacity reached in this dark cairn and its blood sacrifices met. He could feel the ebb and flow of the dark side, its powerful throbbing to the cadence of a heartbeat. Braxus reached out with the force and commanded his dark sentinels, it was time to fight and if need be die for their master. All 8 sentinels behind him including the two blasted to the walls now pushed past the Anzati Acolyte who flashed an absolutely wicked smile at Gabriel, the line of alchemical axe toting warriors converging on the man, Braxus towards the Sarcophagi and walked towards it, gripping Derriphan tighter.

"God-King, your enemies are abundant.
Many are those who rise up against you.
But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion,
Should they set themselves against you."

"Those who oppose thee
Shall feel your divine wrath.
Field and forest shall burn,
The seas shall rise and devour them,
The wind shall tear their nations
From the face of the earth,
Lightning shall rain down from the sky,
They shall cry out to their false gods,
And find silence."

Braxus uttered the dark prayers and a powerful resounding hypnotic lull formed in his voice, which only got unnaturally louder and louder as he continued on, they bounced off the walls, echoing from one end to the next reaching the ears of all, and to those enveloped in the light it felt unnaturally repulsive. The Herald walked down into the pit of blood and gripped Derriphan in both hands, tip down in front of him facing towards the alter and the sarcophagi. He floated into the air some dark flight ascending him ever higher towards the heavens as the blood surged up towards him and swirled around him, forming a physical bubble augmented by dark side energy.

"Jin' Tnirma aji ki doryumi, Nu nayizi j'us, Nu dzuontai j'us, tadti' an ki tnirma, shromohta ki na tu'iyia kiha, nuri ki ri tutsatsa an sûtsi imrsas sis jin' dinmoni, ri shatunja iw zo kitok amzius."[1] Braxus said. The power of this incantation was visible to all who dared enter the Festering Cairn as his voice boomed with power across the chamber. The very building shook as if some unholy might was bringing its wrath down upon it. The many Vornskr'ei Acolytes came out from the darkness, those locked in combat would quickly break and drop down to their knees, bowing before the dark ritual chanting "All Hail the God-King!" Over and over, their voices dwarfed by the dark incantation.

Quite suddenly however all of the powerful residual dark side energies were gone, as if somebody suddenly snuffed them from this world in a split second leaving an unnatural void in the force. Braxus's eyes were glowing a bright red through his barrier, and a dark flame burned away the mans cloak and shirt, revealing the mans pale muscular chest and the massive black mark on his chest, the Mark of Darth Vornskr that went up his chest and down his arms, it too glowed.

"Nu dzuontai j'us, timiri ri mitina iw idamsiyu diâ sajana ir zo kitok amzius an ri wikduria iw dtiazi arika. Tsûtri wa sis jin' arika an ri kûrja iw ri ruai. Dradzia!"[2] Braxus roared and suddenly the dark side once more exploded in a sickening, powerful boom in the force, it rushed through Braxus, his body a living vessel as the man slammed into the ground, the blood splattering all about in a wave of gore as the entire cairn roughly shook once more. Derriphan cut into the ground like a hot knife running through butter, and every dark rune glowed as a thick red beam slammed into the sarcophagus with a smash! Braxus bellowed out in a feral roar as the dark side rushed through him and physically manifested into the world. Seven blue spheres, the sacrificial souls coiled around the beam from Derriphan as each one thudded into the sarcophagus and the souls crushed as fuel.

The Sarcophagi's very stone shook as the spectral visage of Darth Vornskr was forced to appear high above it, the dark incorporeal soul was then smashed down into the sarcophagus with a resounding thud. The lid of the sarcophagus then exploded in response, launching towards the roof and slamming into it, shattering into a million pieces. The beam coming from Braxus faded then, and the acolytes eyes and markings bright glow faded. He pulled Derriphan from the earth and held it flat in both hands with one on the flat side of the hilt and the other on the blade, he knelt down and held Derriphan up in the air like an offering, but otherwise didn't say a word as the dark side settled once more.

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High Sith Translation
[1]Dark Side hear my call, I compel you, I command you, come to my side, fill me with your might, give me the strength to carry out this dark reckoning, the herald of a new age.

[2]I command you, shatter the barriers of reality and usher in a new age to the symphony of screaming souls. Return this dark soul to the world of the living. RISE!

 

[Seris Vant]

Objective: One
Location: A moving to B
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] @Able
Enemies: [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Fortuna"] [member="Darth Erebos"]
Gear: In Bio + Hellgun S-151 Heavy Chain Blaster

A Sith had started wrecking everyone in the room. Everyone except Rayl who slid to s stop. Where the man came from he hadn't the slightest. Why he didn't attack was of debate. Maybe he didn't want to mess with him. Maybe it was the Taozin Amulet he wore, obscuring the Force to which he used to fight and rely on too much. Rayl didn't care about that though. What he did care for was the man he just talked to was dead on the cold steel floor. A poor affair to just meet a man only to see him dead a minute latter. Rayl wouldn't let that injustice go. He was going to kill that Sith with extreme prejudice.

Rayl turned about for the other passage way the Sith headed in to. Nomkneer had made a great tactical mistake, and was now surrounded by seven ogres on both sides. Hefting up his hellgun to point at the Sith's back Rayl began to spin up the barrel. The growing whir hastened to firing speed. "Never turn your back on an enemy to challenge another. Makes you look like an idiot". A torrent of blaster fire was going to head right for Numkneer's back. Along with anything ahead of him inside the firing arc the doorway. Friend or foe.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Light vs Darkness
Location: L
Allies: GA | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: OS | [member="Lord Mythos"] & [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Gear: Valkyri armour | Snowfall | Lightsaber

Thurion felt as his right hand became assaulted by the very thing designed to protect him. The durasteel of the gauntlet tightened around him, and if given enough time it would crush every bone in his hand. Teeth gritted as he fought Mythos' use of the Force, trying to reverse the process. It was much akin to Force Choke, only rather than applying pressure to one's neck it was instead focused around his hand. However it seemed that the Sith Lord was poor at simple math, as much like the vast majority of sentient beings Thurion had two hands. He balled his left hand into a fist to ram into Mythos' gut, followed by an uppercut to the man's chin.

Once he'd been given an opening, Thurion then swiftly raised both legs to pin his opponent to the metal wall before using him as a springboard to launch himself away from the close encounter. Landing on his feet with a heavy *thud*, he reached for his lightsaber clipped to his belt and ignited its azure blade. His right gauntlet was bent and broken, but at least he'd kept it from crushing his hand. Thurion wasted no time in re-engaging his opponent, however, leaping at the Sith Lord with saber raised high.