Dominion Catharian Dominion of Bogo Rai : War of the Blue Diamond

[Xzaien]

The End of a Nation, and the Birth of a Galactic Civilization

BREAKING NEWS!!!​

A screen page opens up on the Holonet, in big red letters across the top of the Screen, the words "Breaking News" were seen flashing at the passersby on each of the worlds in the Outer-Rim. Clearly, this was some sort of Major event judging by the urgency promoted by big red words. As the crowds gathered to view this event they would be presented with a whole litany of News Reports from the Chiss Ascendancy in the Outer-Rim. The rise of a previously unknown power which had stricken with a vengeance against the Chiss held world of Bogo-Rai. On the ground battlefields, there would be a great many News Reporters attempting to capture visuals of the fighting and the killings being done on its surface. Every single video would show massive hulking Dark Red Armored Soldiers gunning down entire platoons worth of Chiss Irregulars in a hail of Energy-Weapon fire. As the videos changed from one series of events to the next, a particular opening would be seen as a Camera crew pointed to the skies.

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A strangely archaic looking warship, Similar to one Darth Malak had used during the Jedi Civil War. A Interdictor Battle-cruiser. Surrounding it were a large fleet of Capitol Ship sized vessels each emblazoned with the sigil of a Dragon, and a bright red paintjob. Whomever the owner of these ships were, have failed yet to make themselves known. The Camera would soon cut to a rather light armored Human female, who was seen carrying a large microphone. Just behind her, about ten paces away stood a small squad of Lightly Armored Chiss Militiamen who were seen engaging a unseen target with blaster carbines and rifles. Their squad-leader, was seen standing above a bit of rubble and pointing out targets to fire at. The shouts were short lived as he was suddenly bi-sected by an absolutely massive soldier in armor who was wielding a massive axe in one hand. He shouted something through his voice grille which seemed to drown out all sound at once. A furious war cry which seemed to shake the very ground in its intensity.

"FOR THE AUTOCRAT! AND THE HEGEMONY!"

The poor Chiss Squad Leader was instantly dead, as through one blow he was rended into two. His squad on the otherhand were instantly broken by this display of brutality and made attempts to run. Only then did a large group of white armored Troopers reminiscent of Clone Wars Troops run up. In their hands, they held conventional weapons at were at least two feet shorter than this brutal super monstrosity with the axe. It was in a instant that these fleeing Chiss Troops were suddenly gunned down by Red beams of death. They advanced forward, following the massive soldier and taking shots at unseen foes. Seemingly ignoring the News Reporter and her Camera Crew. The silence the Crew emanated was deafening as another one of these Large Soldiers moved up, he was clad in a blood red armor with his face concealed by an all encompassing helmet. At this distance were the words visible on his shoulders. The words: "Sons of Xzeench" were written in basic upon his massive shoulder guards. He stopped next to this news reporter before crouching down. His helmeted head looking toward the Camera. The News Reporter was perplexed and surprised by this display on non hostility. It was quick before she started to ask questions.

"What are you?"
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Of course this question was the most needed upon this current situation. The Marine in question only looked down at the Reporter as even when crouched he stood a full torso over her. He spoke, his natural voice drowned out by a vocoder.

"Catharian Hegemony, Space Marine, Sons of Xzeench. Guard Corporal. Serial Number: #544432-23. Are any of you injured? You should not be here, this is where the fighting is the heaviest."

The news reporter turned toward the Camera briefly before speaking out what she had heard.

"Johnson, It appears that these soldiers belong to the Catharian Hegemony. A unknown power which I think had recently revealed itself. Whatever the fact is, This Hegemony had declared war against the Chiss Ascendancy. As of right now, we have little to no information on the status of the Chiss Defenders. There will be more reports later in the day. Casey out."
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With that last comment, the comms would shut off. Leaving the populace understandably confused at what they had heard. Of course all that was known is that a war between the Chiss and Catharian Hegemony was on and that the Chiss were mere hours away from loosing Bogo-Rai...

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:: Objectives ::

Attackers + Allied Troops

- Destroy the enemies of the Catharian Hegemony. Capture the central Capitol Building and force a unconditional surrender of all Chiss Forces

- Capture Field Marshall Mitth'Raudo. Force his surrender. Or permanently de-serviced if capture is impossible.

- Eliminate all members of the Ruinous Powers of the Chiss Ascendancy at all costs. All fighting personnel are to be captured and resettled onto the Catharian Throneworld.

- Secure Bogo-Rai. Strategic Value Absolute.

:: Defenders ::

- Bogo Rai is lost. Retreat to Csillia to Regroup

-Evacuate Civilians from Hostile Combat zones.

-Save the wounded, protect the innocent.

-Prevent Civilian Casualties by any means necessary.

-Evacuate from Bogo-Rai with Civilians and non-combatants


Mag 'Spades' Van Hill Sinder Al'Taylor Quarnz Nerd Wizard​

 

[Xzaien]

[OOC] Enigma Iuda

 

[Enigma Iuda]

Location: Aboard Hegemony spacecraft.
Post: 1.
Objective: Locate Chiss Leaders.
Tags: Xzaien
“One of the biggest issues when it came to remote warfare was 50% of the name. Remote. If you are someone that specialises in getting things done from the far lines then sure, you get to hang back and avoid most of the blaster bolts, grab a drink now and then, listen to some music that drowns out the screams and pleading for mercy, but what happens if it comes to you? Just line snipers man, enemies hate snipers ‘cos they kill guys from far away and then just yeet on out of the place. Something to do with honour, valour and all that. What do you think they’d do to a guy that can kill them from a different planet!? It’s enough to give you nightmares! And then you have to get a stable connection-“

Whatever other thoughts they Enigma had on various forms of war fare had to wait as a warning klaxon began to sound, painting the area in red to indicate another unit of marines had landed and were requesting intel. Spinning around onto his chair, the Slicer rapidly began to type into the console before him, streams of data and code streaming over his HUD at an extreme speed, filtered only by the cognitive implants within his skull.

Processing the data package to be filtered through to the soldiers outside, Enigma continued to type, adding some additional access codes into the package, content that in a firefight nobody would be looking too hard at what actually was attached to the info he was sending. He had been contacted directly by the Hegemony, offering a chance to prove himself to the technocracy. Enigma had been extremely keen as the Cathar government were one of the few that had tech that could best his constant online probes and trawls and as such, acquiring any of it was in his benefit.

Plus, power armour are you kidding?!

Within a few seconds, the marine on the ground accepted the data transfer as upon the screens around him scenes of battle and war fare began to blast, his probe accessing the visual feed of the soldiers below.

He needed them to get closer to start bouncing the signal to access any Chiss networks.

“Now I can do some actual work.”

Sending an inquiry to the Hegemony leader for the official list of targets to locate and to guide the soldiers to, he turned back and watched the slaughter on the screens.

“The remote part can be pretty good though.”

 

[B-1 Grapple Droid "Anvil"]

“I can’t believe they put this thing in charge…” One of the Hegemony’s soldier’s muttered. Anvil could understand why. He had only joined up minutes before these recruits, but due to some sort of power vacuum involving an assassination he had been promoted to sergeant immediately. Though the men seemed to act like it was an honor, he didn’t see what was so grand about his new position. It made him responsible for the lives of thirty men he barely new, and came with few benefits. As they entered the city, Anvil called the group together for orders.
“Alright, squad. I don’t want you dying out there. Be careful. The scouts reported proximity mines so I want detectors out before any advances. Remember, we’re looking for the Field Marshall! You’ll know him by his uniform. Got it?”
The men shuffled in place, and a few spouted “Yes, sir” halfheartedly. They didn’t seem particularly inclined to listen to him. It shouldn’t matter anyways; if their training meant anything, they should be able to handle themselves.
“Good. You know the drill. Form up, and we march!” The men, spurred by the idea of finally getting to fight, quickly assumed positions and began an orderly march into the city.

Anvil slammed a man in plastoid armour head-first into the house next to him. The soldier’s helmet shattered, and he fell to the ground. Anvil hoped he wasn’t dead. He himself could survive a blow like that, but he wasn’t sure how tough these people were. He tried not to think about it as his squad progressed down the street, eliminating Chiss holdouts. The majority of the Chiss forces had already fled, but a few squads of stragglers remained behind trying to regroup. Presumably, they were attempting to protect the Field Marshal. Anvil turned and looked around. His squad had already secured the rest of this street, with no casualties. This was not how he had imagined war. Once, he had watched a tactical droid back in the federation explaining how the carefully organized lines of troops would come together and which one would obviously prevail. Here, they were practically just searching the city. The little resistance they encountered was always crushed immediately. He was walking through the street when, suddenly, his foot was thrown off the ground and a loud bang caused him to flinch, falling backwards. He had stepped on a proximity mine. That was lucky. He could take it just fine, but he wouldn’t have envied being the soldier that stepped on that. He got some satisfaction form the fact that he might have just saved a life, right up to the point when the two men in front of him died.

It was an ambush. They had suffered several of these, but the Chiss had always somehow failed to cause serious harm before they were overwhelmed. This time, unfortunately, there seemed to be enough of them that this might actually be a challenge. As they streamed out of the alleyway around the corner of which Anvil was hiding, he tried to get glimpses of how the battle was going. Sure, he was tough, but he couldn’t very well be in the middle of that. He never understood how anyone walked away from the center of such a firefight alive. When the last of the Chiss rounded the corner and they began to press forwards, Anvil sprang out, instantly knocking out the nearest Chiss with a left hook to the head. Being this heavy had many advantages. He ran down the line pounding the Chiss into the floor. He quickly found himself standing in a clear area at the end of a line of unconscious soldiers. The groups of Chiss had distanced themselves a bit, and so the next conscious man was a fairly long distance ahead of him. One soldier glanced to the side for a moment and noticed Anvil, his eyes widening. He shouted something that sounded like “D’loi!” and pointed towards an unseen adversary seemingly just past Anvil’s shoulder. He had no idea what a D’loi was, but it sounded scary. Anvil didn’t like scary things. He turned to face whatever it was, and was immediately knocked over by a blaster bolt to the back. As he stood up, he turned back towards to the Chiss. The soldier who had pointed looked slightly amused. The man’s companions prepared to fire again, but he raised his hand to tell them to stand down. Reaching behind his back, he grabbed the hilt of something. A vibroblade. He leveled the sword towards Anvil, beckoning.

“Hey!” Anvil shouted, “You tricked me!” The amused look faded from the Chiss soldier’s face as Anvil sprinted towards him. Anvil raised his arms to clobber the man in a two-handed blow, yelling.
“That…”
“Wasn’t…
“Very…”
“NICE!”
Anvil swung his arms downward. The soldier raised his saber to block the swing, but Anvil had gravity and two hundred pounds of plasteel alloy on his side. As his grapplers collided with the saber, something snapped in the man’s left hand and he collapsed to the ground, groaning until Anvil hit him again in the head. Served the dirty scoundrel right. Anvil realized he still had the rest of the soldiers to deal with, but he looked up and saw that it didn’t matter. Upon seeing whoever this was incapacitated, the rest of the enemy forces had fled. Anvil’s squad gathered around him and stared at the rows of floored Chiss. One of the nearest was smiling. It was the same man who had complained earlier. He turned to Anvil and looked him in the sensors. “Not bad,” He said, “For a droid.”

 

[Xzaien]

There was something going on... the late afternoon sun was slowly drowned out by massive swaths of swirling black clouds which seemed to reduce the Capitol below to a shadowy mess of darkness. The Catharian Army Troops on the ground knew what was next. The arrival of the Autocrat of Cathay was imminent. Of course, not all knew of the power that she and her Dark-Side followers held.

The battle of Bogo-Rai seemed to stop, as a lone blood red ship descended from the fleet of similarly colored red ships. On its side, the Sigil of the Catharian Hegemony was easily read. As it landed near where the fighting was hardest, right next to where the recently acquired B-1 Grapple Droid "Anvil" and his squad mates were hiding out. Awaiting the next phase of battle to begin. Of course, everyone knew in their hears that the Chiss was bringing in Regulars from Csillia but no one knew where they were and why they were waiting. Meanwhile, the Bright Red ship slowly descended just behind of Anvil's squad. Its Ion engines pulsing as its landing gear was dropped ever so slowly. Its front ramp descended as well, leaving the enamored Catharian Army Troopers oddly calm as two red and black robed men stepped from the shuttle's belly.

Each of these Red and Black Robed guardsmen were clad in black and red fully encompassing body armor. Their helmets were made into this artistically made crested helms with massive flowing horse-hair plumes which nodded terribly across their brow. Their visors were stylized into this X shaped pattern, and large flowing black cape was what enshrouded their shoulders. Their hands, were bare and empty. As if they had brought nothing into battle. But by those who knew what they were looking at in Avil's squad. Uttered the words.

"Telepaths."

Immediately following these two members of the Army Corp's Telepathica branch walked out a singular short woman clad in blood red armor which seemed to encompass her body completely. Of course, this accentuated her bodily features. She was Cathar. Not one of the members of the scattered semi-feral imbeciles who exist on Nar Shaddaa peddling spice and useless trinkets. No, she was oddly elegant in her slightly angular features and this determined expression painted upon her quite delicate features. Almost human-like did she look, and likely at a glance able to pass for a Outer-Rim Human. Another physical feature which stuck out quite broadly was her eyes. Blazing a blood red such as the Ancient Dark-Lord of Legends. Of course as she stepped from the shuttle and gazed about, a squad of about ten Repentant Mandalorian Warriors stepped forth. Their armor glowed a majestic red, with accenting of dark blue in there. If anyone knew anything about the Repentants, they were disgraced by Cassius Fett because of their audacity to defend the Cathar People and shuttle as many off the planet as possible while Fett murdered the billions on planet. In their hands, they held a blaster rifle, and on their back. Jetpacks.

As this woman stepped forward, that was the Autocrat. Xzaien herself. She stepped forward alongside her Repentant Guardsmen and the Telepaths and made a straight B-line toward Anvil's position. She briefly gazed at her wrist mounted communicator and spoke into it as she walked.

"Enigma, Your mission is as follows dear friend, Your current set of targets is the Governess, and any member of the Political Sphere on Bogo-Rai. You are to find out their location and send them to the nearest squadron of Army Troopers. If you would also kindly, hack into the local automated batteries and turn them against the Chiss Ships in orbit I would reward you with a five-hundred-thousand bounty for each vessel downed."

She then continued to walk toward Anvil, seemingly without a care in the world as her Repentants took up strategically strong positions nearby Xzaien and Anvil's squad. At Xzaien's side, sat a large crested helmet which had a sharp T shaped visor. She spoke to Delta, and by extension his entire squad.

"Let us find the Field Marshal, and let us make Bogo-rai a Symbol of our power."

Enigma Iuda​

 

[Xzaien]

(OOC oh yea, by the way, feel free to respond now. No particular order at all.)

 

[B-1 Grapple Droid "Anvil"]

The soldiers abruptly fell quiet as the red and black battalions stepped onto the planet. Anvil had expected space wizards, like the monstrous Jedi described to him by a terrified B2. When one of them joined a fight, the enemy was supposedly better off fleeing than facing that single super-soldier. These were different. They carried no lightsabers, the strange weapons of the Jedi that were so feared and envied all across the galaxy. Instead, Anvil had been told they defeated their enemies using only their minds. He had yet to see such things in action, but he wasn't in a position to ask questions. At any rate, it likely wouldn't matter as the sheer intimidation might be enough to win against the demoralized enemies. The helmet plumes did look a little silly, but they also showed that these elites didn't intend to let anyone get close enough for it to be a disadvantage. And, frankly, Anvil didn't care what they wore if it made his job easier.

 

[Enigma Iuda]

"Enigma, Your mission is as follows dear friend, Your current set of targets is the Governess, and any member of the Political Sphere on Bogo-Rai. You are to find out their location and send them to the nearest squadron of Army Troopers. If you would also kindly, hack into the local automated batteries and turn them against the Chiss Ships in orbit I would reward you with a five-hundred-thousand bounty for each vessel downed."

Hearing the sound of the Autocrat’s voice, even through the speakers of the craft was enough to send shivers down Enigma’s spine. He was a hardened criminal, had faced down the armed armada of this Denon Corporate armies, interrogated by skilled torturers and been the target of no less than 12 separate assassinations. Sending a conformation acknowledgment over to Xzaien he thought it best not to interrupt her.

And her voice still scares the crap out of me.

Sorting through the various open comm channels, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack in a dancefloor of drunk Quarran.

Alright this needs to be simplified. Tasty bounty on some dead ships. If I am going to access these blueberries battle-network I need a hardpoint connection, signal jumping isn’t going to cut that. I can try and run a corruption on the target data but that’s just going to have them fire willy-nilly at anything, including us…

Flicking through the images of the battle outside, he watched as Chiss soldiers were reduced to starbust-stains of blood and corpses as the Cathar forces marched forwards and were then, in turn, gunned down by Chiss military to fall where they stood.

Such a waste of good tech…WHAT!?

On one of the screens, the image of a strange looking droid beating Chiss into pulp with its limbs. Lifting his knees up to the chair to hug them, the Slicer watched, enraptured by what he was seeing. Standard design, additional upgrades to various system points, close combat orientated? Where did they get this thing?! This is perfect!

Opening a channel to the droid, Enigma leant forward hesitantly, unsure on how to address the droid. It’s ident says Anvil..does the Hegemony use AI officers? I haven’t heard of a specialist droid in the area.

“This is Enigma to, uh B-1 Grapple Droid "Anvil" ? Are you equipped with a Scomp link, Standard Access Adapter or potentially any Computer Interface sockets?”

If the droid was able to take any of the Chiss corpse’s communication devices and interface with it, even in it’s encrypted format then the slicer would be able to begin to access their battle network.

Either that or it can find me a hardpoint access to use. Either way, now we’re cooking.

 

[Xzaien]

​

It soon became quiet... far too quiet even for a warzone. Almost all sounds of artillery in the distance and the distant cracks of blaster fire seemed to be drowned out by this deafening silence. Nearly unheard of in a battlefield of this planetary scale. Xziaien was left slightly perplexed as the sound seemed to completely stop. She gazed around a bit, a small portion of her left brow was seen raised slightly. In the meantime, her Telepaths took up positions nearby Xzaien's flank. Hands exposed infront of them. Xzaien on the other-hand gripped her helmet from her belt and placed it over her head. Covering up her relatively unscathed features.

In the short distance, the group could spot a single figure walking toward them from the rubble. As he approached, Anvil, Sigma and the rest of the group could read out the man's description. He was of course, average height. He was clad in some rather basic looking polished durasteel body armor and had the emblem of the Chiss Ascendency emblazoned on his left most pauldron. His face, human, around sixty years of age with a small beard and milky white eyes. On his belt sat a single bladed lightsaber hilt, dangling by a small metal hook. He looked up, making direct eye contact with Xzaien before finally shouting out to her.

​

"You, I thought you dissapeared thousands of years ago. I thought I knew you lass. Now, all that is left in you is the dark-side. Look before you, Can you see the devastation you have wrought? You kill and murder these innocents because of what? Because of your self entitled authority? I know that you bent the minds of everyone working with you. They don't know the damndest thing about the evil they are working with."

The man started pacing side to side, awaiting a response from Xzaien. Xzaien quickly retorted.

"It is not I who betrayed my own friends. It is you Rexus. You let the Mandalorians Destroy Cathar, you let them kill my entire village for nothing more than a little purple kyber crystal. And for what? A symbol of boasting? A symbol of inaction? You simply let me down, you let all of the Cathar down that day you stepped off and into your shuttle on Cathar. I'm offering a solution to all of this bloodshed. Through knowledge and reason. The Galaxy can finally be united against the Ruinous powers of Chaos."

The old man only shook his head.

"Are you mad? This isn't what peace looks like. This is genocide! This isn't right. Despite everything you preached, peace. Diplomacy. Turned away for what? Just a petty rock in the middle of nowhere? Stop the attacks. I am warning you, if you continue the attacks on the Chiss. I will have to eliminate you."

Xzaien gestured outwardly before speaking again.

"Disunity is what proves to me that the Galaxy refuses to see reason. They only seek to murder and kill eachother. I cannot let that happen when the biggest danger still exist."

The old man seemed flabbergasted.

"What? The Bryn'Adul? Chaos?"

Xzaien only responded with three words.

"The Ruinous Powers."

With a sad expression, the old man reached toward his light-saber. Gripping it off his belt, and igniting it. A deep purple glow lighting up his face for all to see.

"Then I will do what I must."

He promptly assumed the position of form Six. A rather balanced form, but effective nonetheless. Xzaien on the otherhand, leant toward Anvil before speaking to him.

"I will mend this old wound. You, make for the citadel in the middle of the city. There you will find access to the defense cannons. Turn them against the Chiss ships in orbit. I will clear a path. Take your squad and make for it."

Xzaien walked ahead slowly, until she came to stand infront of her Telepathic soldiers. Seemingly via a mental connection, she ordered them to stand down with a simple wag of her finger. So far, Anvil would have his squad of ten men, and two members of the Telepathica Corps. If the rumors were true, these two were the most powerful Telepaths to exist in the Order of the Telepathica. Strong enough individually to conjure up planet wide force storms of death and destruction. However, for what the rumors spoke about the Autocrat of Cathay. She was far different. Likely more powerful. But today, would set aside all of the rumors about how her powers in the dark-side were.

Xzaien suddenly bucked forward, her hands raised up to her chest. Everyone could see a large bubble of blue colored energy appear in her hands. In a few nano-seconds, she propelled her hands forward sending a massive force push ahead of her. Throwing aside tons of rocks, and catipulting fallen Chiss Troopers meters in distance. It would be at least a few seconds before the push connected with the old man. It throwing up a huge plume of gray colored dust. Xzaien would lower her arms, seemingly transfixed with the sudden evaporation of the Old man.

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The quiet was soon silenced by a sudden ambush. The darkened alley was soon lit up by thousands of blaster bolts. Even the vaunted Catharian Army Troops that surrounded them attempted to return fire with their weapons. In conjunction with the Telepathica troopers, both beams of Purple Lightning and earth-shattering force pushes were seen being thrown toward the enemy. That is, until a small contingent of Catharian Shock Troopers stepped forth from the shadows and began to engage the members of the Chiss Ambush. These Troopers weren't like the white armored Army Troopers that everyone was so familiar with. These men were aged Veterans, augmented with cybernetics to keep their combat effectiveness, at most of them have chosen to wear extremely robust chest and thorax armors in a dull olive green colorations. Their helmets, in the shape of the old Imperial Army Trooper Headgear of old, yet having a much more ergonomic and shortened side guards. Some of them wore full face-plates, while many simply wore their helmets barefaced, showing their clean-shaven faces. In their hands, prototype weapons only issued to these Shock Troopers. As the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, large rays of green electric death were seen being fired from these weapons. Disintegrating men who wore full body-armor in a single sustained shot. Of course, these fellows mostly wore prototype armors only used by the Shock-Trooper Battalions, with some incorporating primitive particle shielding technology...

Whatever it was, this skirmish would be one to be written about in the History books for millennia to come...

 

[B-1 Grapple Droid "Anvil"]

Anvil nodded to Xzaien before turning to his wrist to answer Enigma.
“Uh, think I have... whatever you said. The pointy thing that comes from my arm, right? What about it?”

 

[Mag]

Objective 1: - Destroy the enemies of the Catharian Hegemony. Capture the central Capitol Building and force a unconditional surrender of all Chiss Forces
Action: Storming the forces

It was time for them to attack. Mag was adorned in his Catharian Chapter Master Power Armor MK-3CM equipped with the jetpack. He was armed with a large Rotary blaster Cannon as were the others, mobile with the jetpacks, and the armor itself making for fantastic weaponry due to the strength it provided to the already massive soldiers. Their models were not quite as advanced as his own, but they would serve their purpose. And if they did this correctly, they wouldn't have to be quite as advanced as his.

It was time to advance. They had approached with the military and they were going to lay waste. Rather then a traditional assault of trying to find cover and shoot away while hoping the enemy didn't have some kind of missile launchers or something, they used their jetpacks to send themselves rocketing into the air with giant leaps, firing at the forces below them and intentionally landing smack-dab in the center of a large crew. Mag and his men creating a circle rotating and firing into the enemy as they marched through them. They were not true soldiers, barely trained, and not armed enough with weapons that could so easily be turned inside without threatening more of their own.

Mag had lost his peaceful nature when he was thrust into combat. His charge into the enemy forces was vicious and brutal, almost non-stop use of the rotary cannon on anything that had a weapon that could pose a threat to any of his soldiers. And if it got to overheating he would close himself towards some of them with the aid of the jetpack and power armor using the power fist to land blows. At the moment it was a matter of how much damage they could do before the enemy forces figured out a way to either escape their range or get in enough high powered weapons to pose a threat. In the case of that, the plan was to use the rocketpacks again and move to an entirely different point. For the insane size they had unfair mobility, since it was essentially operating a vehicle.

 

[Enigma Iuda]

TAGS: B-1 Grapple Droid "Anvil"

Running schematics on the droids design, Enigma almost didn’t notice that he had responded, so busy was he noting down as many of the upgrades as he could, updating his records all the while. One of the tradeoffs with working with a data addict was that while the amount of information that’s at your disposal is extreme, the propensity to seek new information is just as extreme.

Non-standard design addition to the structure, obviously designed for close combat, increased mass indicates reinforcement, armour plating? Potential to be outfitted for heavier class weapons, could the same level of mass increase create a mobile droid firing platform? What level of resistance has been added to the appendages attached? If energy resistant, how far? Blaster, lightsaber? If sonic resistance perhaps a specific foe is in mind, is this a prototype? Has mass production began? How does the target priority respond to combat?

Seeing the flashing indication of an active connection, the Slicer shook his head, his focus returning as he stifled a laugh.

“Yes, that point thing in your arm is the one. Wait how many pointy things do you have? Nevermind, stupid question, for now that is, overall it’s- anyways, the pointy thing, I need you to grab the comm system from that blueberry you flattened a second ago and interface with it. If you plug it in, it’ll probably sound like a bunch of gibberish, that’s just the encryption. It’ll give us access to their movements.

Step 1. Get access their targeting paramaters, which gives access to turrets which gives access to firing solutions.

Step 3. Profit.

 

[Xzaien]

The skirmish around them had suddenly been erupted with the arrival of the Chapter Master Mag, who had suddenly steamrolled a large swath through a contingent of Chiss Troopers. Hell, with all of these Space Marines, Shocktroops, and Regular Army Troops the skirmish had suddenly turned into a very bloody massacre. All around them, Chiss Miltia and a few Regulars were cleft in twain by the massive axes carried by Mag's Space Marines, some crushed into a bloody pulp when hit with energy hammers and others simply fleeing in terror.

What was known about the Hegemony was that... it waged warfare on a completely different level when compared to the conventional armies of the major powers that be. Needing brutality, destruction, and demoralization to decimate its enemies. A new level of warfare, a doctrine developed over ten-thousand years.

​

As the Chiss were being routed the Shocktroops and Space Marines moved forward to secure the next bit of land. Even as they pushed up and destroyed all before them, many Shocktroops and regular Army troops were hit by blaster fire and subsequently killed. Of course, everyone knew that Catharian Armor was the most advanced in the galaxy, yet as with all armors. It can be defeated.

Citadel Gates stood a large contingent of Chiss Irregulars who were seen preparing their defenses for the Catharian Onslaught. Even from this distance, their faces were determined, and their rifles held high. Of course, Chiss Troops haven't fought a proper war ever since Dezoti vanished, leaving her forces stranded on Crustai. And many of those stationed on Bogo-Rai were mostly remnants of the once great Chiss Ascendency.

Meanwhile, as the Catharian Infantry closed with the Chiss Defenders, a sudden smoke bomb of presumably a type of white phosphorous was detonated just infront of the Chiss Defenders. To act both as a smokescreen, and another demoralizing tactic. As the Catharian Troops and Space Marines passed by this cloud, the sounds of bayoneting, hand-to-hand combat, the thudding of rifle butts, and the screams of pain emitted by those struck down by the Chiss and those striking down the Chiss Defenders.

This left Xzaien and Anvil a few moments to contemplate. The silence was already broken by Xzaien finally speaking.

"Anvil, take your Troopers and follow me. I have a feeling that isn't the last I am going to see of that old man."

Xzaien was off, followed by her entourage of Telepaths. She didn't run, simply walking casually, a far cry from what every sensible man and woman was doing. Until all was silenced by a ball of force energy suddenly appearing out of nowhere and striking Xzaien right off her feet. Sending her careening backwards, slamming directly into one of the reinforcing Army Troopers and taking both of them down in a mighty heap. A massive plume of dust was followed, sending loose objects, such as bricks and nails flying all about.

Surely, this was a surprise attack, and Xzaien's Telepaths were extremely quick to retaliate against this unseen foe. Throwing down massive bolts of lightning conjured by their hands, and conjuring up massive twirling localized electrical storms to strike at any foe seen in the darkness. While they alternated between attacks with Force Lightning and ground-shaking pushes. Xzaien lay up against a wall, the downed Trooper right next to her. Of course she was dazed, she had been sent about thirty feet backwards. She was stunned, but her eyes were wide open. Blazing a bright Red, and seething with rage.

 

['Spades']

​

It was a quiet trip to Bogo Rai. Of course, all of us knew what was next in the coming years. Finally again after hundreds of years can we now fight under the banner of the Catharian Hegemony. We all knew what was coming. A determined and entrenched enemy whose metal heels were dug deep into the mud and soil of Bogo-Rai. Just waiting to kill as many of the invaders as possible. Yes, it was a loosing battle to resist. But these Chiss Troops were very commendable in their valour and strength. Easily enough to garner the respect of any Space Marine or Catharian Army Trooper.

Onboard of the Interdictor Star Cruiser, the 'Machina' 'Spades' alongside the 22nd Shock Troops stood ready to reinforce the naval landings on Bogo-Rai. Each one of them, a Clone of the recovered Fett Genome found on Tapoca City's ruins on Kamino. All of them were of course, new bloods and completely green to the taste of battle. All except one. Clone Advanced Recon Commando Spades. This single clone, was all that remained of his common brethren, all of which long since dead since the end of the Final Order. Onboard, inside of the hangar Spades stood silently next to his commanding officer. Of course, another flash grown Clone literally bred for tactical analysis and military tactics. Spades on the other-hand compared to his brothers, a unrefined, poorly made, copy of another. Whereas his brothers, the fighting men of the 22nd were made to be the best soldiers to be fielded by the Catharian Hegemony, deadlier, and far more skilled than any conventional Army Trooper.

Spades had been recommissioned into the Catharian Military, not as a ARC Trooper. A long extinct title. But as a First Lieutenant, aide to the Commander of the 22nd Shock Troops. Of course, he was physcially weaker, shorter, and perhaps a bit dumber than his battle brothers. But what Spades lacked in physical might, he made up for in sheer skill and tactical ability. A Veteran of the most bloody battles in the Clone Wars. Geonosis, Umbara. All of these campaigns forever burned a image inside of Spade's Mind.

Even though his brothers were dead, he had a new family. The Officers, his mothers and fathers, and his battle-buddies. His brothers and sisters.

​

Meanwhile, the mustering of the five-thousand strong 22nd was a slow venture. By order of the Autocrat herself, the 22nd was set to be stationed on-world after the fighting has been finished as part of a local garrison. But as the battle for Bogo-Rai slowed to a near crawl, was the 22nd and its sister battlegroup the 21st deployed onworld to support the Catharian offensives on-world. As quick as possible, the fighting men of the 22nd made headway down and into the deployment hangars, ready to meet the enemy head on in a Clone-Wars esque supported frontal assault with Close Air Support. Their mission: reinforce the main offensive into the Capitol building alongside of the "Sons of Xzeench" Space Marine Troops. Easier said than done, as the Chiss have both not only dug in deep, but have also mined the area several times over and repelled ten attacks by the Catharian Conscript Battalions. Leaving this, a joint effort between the 22nd, the 21st, and the Sons of Xzeench to break the back of the Chiss Defenders by any means possible.

Spades looked at the unhelmeted faces of his brothers. Every single one of them sporting the all too Clone-Wars esque flattop seen on every single shiny. Today, the survivors of this battle would emerge battle-hardened and ready to face the Chiss defenders in open battle. With one swift order, every man in the 5,000 strong legion placed their helmets on their heads, and met up with their squads and promptly boarded their Dropships.

Spades stood watching as each of these identical Troopers made their way onto the dropships. Spades's mission was to accompany them as part of a field-leadership role to increase morale. And as such, he was assigned to the very first squad destined to step foot onto Bogo-Rai's surface.

As Spades boarded his designated dropship, The doors to the hangar opened and below them, a battle of epic proportions raged on Bogo-Rai's surface. Millions of cities, scorched by orbital bombardment, probably millions if not billions dead from the localized firestorms. Whatever it was, this was no training drill. Inside of the Dropship, a squad of eight Shocktroopers stood watching Spades, analyzing his every movement and attempting to feel him out. To brief his men, Spades finally spoke. His heavily laden, Concord Dawn accent fuzzing up his words as he spoke. Careful to not break morale.

"Men. Today is something your kids are going to read about. We have been assigned a task, that not only holds the fate of this planet in our hands, but also is vital to our offensive into the Capitol building. As far as we know, there are no Chiss leaders located on-planet, so therefor. We are going up against extremely determined, and dug in troops. I promise each of you, we will carry the day. And you all, will come home to Cathay safe."

Other than these token two credit words, the trip into atmosphere was quiet. Each man knew what was coming next. In the next few seconds their first casualties will be sustained. Perhaps an unlucky blaster bolt to the bucket to put an end to a year of hard training. Or a missing limb to ensure your uselessness in Catharian Society.

As the ship broke atmosphere, the drop-ships in formation were suddenly set upon by Flak fire, of course ineffective thanks to Catharian Orbital bombardment in the days prior but nevertheless, Spades saw one or two drop-ships catch fire, and plummet into the city below. Dooming their inhabitants to die a near pointless and chance based death. Everyone inside of Spade's shuttle gripped their hand bars hard. Eyes shut and waiting, waiting for the go ahead. It seemed to go all quiet for a few moments as the shuttle hit solid ground. In a flash, the Shocktroops had rifles in their hands and were ready to make the mad dash into the Chiss Trenches just beyond.

The doors shot open, with a blinding darkness which seemed to drown out even the blaze white armored Shock-troops. Spades and his men jumped forth, as-with the rest of the 22nd just behind. Spades began to run, his squad in tow. Until... all hell broke loose. Blaster fire emitted at a farcically fast rate from every little nook and cranny around this deathtrap of a courtyard. All around him, Spades saw his men fall. First the Corporal, then the Private, then the Sergeant... This array of death was suddenly cut short but the sounds of screaming fighter engines from above. A screeching comfort, as a few canisters of Napalm landed amongst the Chiss ranks. Throwing them into disarray.

Spades and the rest of his surviving troops, ducked into a small bit of cover near the Chiss Trenches. Each of them, readying their Entrenching Tools, Knives, and Thermal Detonators. What would come next was something every man dreaded... but had to face.

 

[Mag]

Objective 1: - Destroy the enemies of the Catharian Hegemony. Capture the central Capitol Building and force a unconditional surrender of all Chiss Forces
Action: Drawing fire

Their assault was a devastating one on the enemy forces who's limited defenses meant they also had limited weapons and members who could actually pose serious threat to the onslaught of the Space Marines. However they also were lucky, because some of them had managed to mobilize quickly some of their heavier artillery, as Mag heard a rocket soar over head. They had equipped it, but they weren't a very good aim clearly, mortars though he could see being placed. And that wasn't something he wanted to compete with. "The enemy has been routed! Change position to the next point! Follow me!" he ordered, activating his jetpack and using it to preform a massive leap across the enemy forces and out of range of the mortars and rocket launchers, a few of the Space Marines, including Mag, turning around and firing behind them at the enemy in order to ensure they got the full load of this assualt.

There was also word that further forces had arrived and were opening fire on the Chiss military. He sent out a signal using his comms towards 'Spades' position, giving them where the Space Marines were headed which would be on the far end of the Chiss forces. Allowing the 22n'd to continue their assault with the advantage of having the enemy also being routed by Space Marines on the opposite end.

Their tactics continued just as before, they land, they release an intense onslaught of attacks, and then before the enemy can bring in the heavy artillery, they're gone again. It did not mean they were invincible, and Mag did see that some of his troops had gotten hit. But the armor was durable and a deathblow was hard, he gave an order that if they were unable to fight efficiently they were required to step out of the fight, as a wounded soldier was sometimes worse than no soldier at all.

 

[Xzaien]

​

Xzaien had sat upon the pile of rubble for some time now, face shaken. Of course, this little event she had with one of her Army Troops solidified the fact that she wasn't the untouchable powerhouse that she believed herself to be. This was of course, a massive learning experience not because of its matter-of-fact nature but because it shattered any sort of grandiose perception of herself. Despite the immense power she held at her fingertips, she was still mortal through and through, and as such, suffered for her lack of vision by quite literally being hurled across the battlefield by someone she thought she had killed long ago.

The Army trooper, who had unceremoniously been side-swiped by Xzaien's frame lay just a few meters away. Seemingly trying to gather enough strength to stand up and get back to the battle. In his mind, he had no clue who had just him with a sapient being. Heck, he even mistook it for a flying piece of rubble catapulted some distance by some nearby explosion. After but a few minutes he shakily stood upon his rifle, using it as a sort of crutch to boost himself up. But the very moment he caught sight with Xzaien, just sitting there while bleeding from her nose did he rush over, despite his likely extensive injuries to administer first aid upon the wounded Autocrat. He knelt in-front of her, removing his helmet and showing his battered and bruised face. He'd reach into one of his medical pouches located on his chest rigging and took a few technical readout's of Xzaien's condition.

Shock, and a bit of blunt force trauma were the most likely issues that plagued the small Cathar. The Trooper in question called out to Xzaien, who appeared to be hopelessly staring off into space despite the current battle that raged around her. She watched as the Chiss were subsequently cleft in twain by her Space Marines, simply shot down by beams of light and fire by her Shocktroops, and gunned down by her Army Troopers. However, she glanced to the right, watching her Telepaths launch attacks against an unseen foe. Brightening the darkness with blasts that toppled entire buildings and localized Force Storms that shocked and cooked all before them. However, despite their unforeseen power they stood no match for the person they fought. This individual, so entombed within the light again, displayed their power. Throwing these Telepaths down and shattering bones with force pushes that seemed to shake the ground. Sending these poor telepaths to their early retirement and for the other. To an early grave. This display of power eventually drew the eyes of a small band of Catharian Conscript Troops who despite their equipment, fought against this unseen enemy with a fury to rival that of enraged brood mothers on Vankar. Despite their attempts to destroy this enemy, they too were brought down. Not by force pushes, but a massive swirling tornado of a single yellow lightsaber which cut them down.

Xzaien stared as this individual exited the hidey-hole where he stood. A Jedi Master, of course. Yet, he bore the insignia of the ancient Jedi. Not the pretender Silver Jedi of today, but an original Jedi Master. If anyone noticed, he was the Jedi who Xzaien had blasted mere minutes before and he had retaliated with a vengeance. The Lightsaber, which had previously been tearing about Xzaien's ranks returned to this Jedi's hand. He stood upon the piles of dead Army Troopers, and Chiss Irregulars and stated his intentions.

"I will not let you take this planet."

With that, he pointed toward Xzaien, who still was just staring. Of course, this was a formal challenge to Xzaien's power and honor. Two things she cannot afford to loose. If she surrendered, she would simply be made a pawn of the Jedi Order or ransomed to a exceedingly idiotic Hutt who would make her life hell. Whatever went through Xzaien's mind, was all but a flicker as she seemed to stand unassisted. As she stood, a misty smoke of Dark-Side energy swirled around the Cathar, reaching out with tendrils which seemed to suck the remaining life-force from the corpses around her. All save for the lone Army Trooper who had just watched with awe. Xzaien's eyes no longer had any sort of inkling of light remaining as they twisted horribly into swirling masses of glowing red. Her hands were clenched into fists as she steadily swept aside her robe and force-pulled a small cylindrical object from it. As she held it in her hands, B-1 Grapple Droid "Anvil" could easily view from his parapet what she was holding. It was forked on both ends, and seemed to be mad entirely of some sort of volcanic glass. After a few seconds, no button appeared to be pushed but a singular blackened blade extended from its tip, directly perpendicular to Xzaien's hand. It glowed slightly purple, and had red edges with a black as night core with vibrated with force energy. This was no mere lightsaber, but a force-saber used by the Dark-Jedi of old.

Xzaien's face was contorted into his twisted smile, as she completely lost herself in the darkside of the force. With a sharp snapping movement, her arm shot forward and from it, arcing erratically were twisted bolts of light and fire, colored nearly a red as blood itself. Snapping directly toward the Jedi challenger. Who seemed to be caught offguard from this attack and was promptly hurled off his feet and landed a few feet behind himself. Whatever Xzaien had tapped into seemed to completely control her actions. Allowing 'Spades' , Mag , and Enigma Iuda to do their business in the taking of the Capitol.

 

[Enigma Iuda]

Tags: Xzaien

A blipping green light gave the confirmation that the encryption of the Chiss communications had been successfully breached, the multitude of datapads all working together to mimic the patters used and then reverse cycle to translate the multitude of messages flying digitally across the battlefield just as heavily as the blasters were.

Wheeling his chair over to the required screen, Engima began typing furiously, loading the cipher throughout the rest of his system in order to provide maximum coverage of communication and signals across the battlefield.

The problem with trying to keep a battlefield message secure is that there are so many of them to try, you have all the time in the world. Is it encrypted with a cipher? Maybe just a alphabetical shift? Maybe they’re using steganography and the messages are really loaded into images, or in the chants across the field. Maybe it’s a shifting cipher and changes every hour.

But, if you have a near endless supply of the encryption and you have a near endless amount of computing power to give it an attempt, you’re going to find a break in how it works.

And when you’re fighting against an army of blueberries with a language that has the same amount of ‘s as a cat rolling on a keyboard, it’s not hard to program the cipher to attempt to translate specifically that part and then work backwards.

His audio equipment began to blast as a variety of messages and recordings began to cut through, more and more as the system began to decode and translate them all. If only I spoke Cheunh.

Beginning the audio to text program to translate the messages into basic, he began the search for his real targets as well as access to the Chiss munitions. It wouldn’t be long now until the sky would be raining with battleship debris.

Opening a link directly to the Autocrat, his voice bounced with excitement of what was to come.

“I have access to the Chiss battle encryption, I am transmitting it now. Your forces should be able to counter more effectibely as well as predict any ambushes as well as force disposition.”

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Find and assist or evacuate a Jedi Master. Evaluate the presence of the Dark Side. Provide telemetry to Chiss forces. Assist civilians. Evacuate civilians. Resist the invasion of Bogo Rai.

This situation had a hundred Jedi Knights' worth of priorities, and only two Jedi. And indecision, competing needs, would paralyze Quill if he let them. Or even if he didn't. He felt overwhelmed.

He comforted himself with the knowledge that a) he'd stashed and hidden a small evacuation ship, b) that ship now held a few children and other civilians as the Force and opportunity allowed, and c) he was getting close to the center of it all. Saber in hand but unlit, he walked the ruined streets toward the cataclysmic disturbance in the Force: a battle between the invaders' Darksiders and the Jedi he'd come to help.

 

['Spades']

The battle had only reached it's infancy as Spades suddenly saw beams of red death streak across the ground and strike a unseen Lightsider, sending him careening off his feet and vanishing into the buildings just beyond. But as the assault increased in intensity, Spades soon found himself surrounded by a entire lot of Chiss irregulars who had valiantly took off from their parapets in a attempt to rout the Catharian Attackers by shock and awe. And within a few moments, a massive clash of men began as the front ranks of the Catharian offensive attempted to fight off the Chiss.

The sounds of thudding rifle butts, and the sounds of vibroblades starting up filled the ears of Spades. Of course, he was no stranger to this brutal melee but only against battle droids was his specialization. Now, he had to fight sapient beings. Hand to hand. Spades arose quickly from the cover he stood behind and immedietly charged a Chiss Trooper, who was just about to raise a rifle at him. In a massive theatrical loony-toon's type tackle, Spades launched himself at the Chiss Trooper's shoulders, causing the two of them to go down as Catharian Shock Troops fought back with blasters, teeth, fists, and trench knives. It was a scene right out of the old Clone Wars holos on Umbara, man against man, fist against fist.

The battle raged, warcries sounded, and bodies hit the floor. No one knew who would win until a single robed Jedi emerged from the rubble, and stood. It was of course, Jend-Ro Quill . Of course, Catharian Troops and Chiss Troops alike began screaming orders to back up and fall away from the field of battle.

The fighting was brutal, blood stained the ground, and beams of light and fire lit the sky. A total bloodbath of Catharian Shocktroops, Regular Catharian Army Troopers, and the vaunted Catharian Space Marines.

Meanwhile, on the ground. Spades and the Chiss Soldier wrestled for dominance as Spades withdrew a single Vibrodagger from his belt and fully intended to end the life of the man before him in a swift motion. Effectively, Spades had the poor Chiss Soldier cornered as he struggled to plunge the blade into the Chiss's Sternum and end the fight, but the Chiss wasn't making it easy for him as both of this Chiss's hands were trying to prevent the dagger from getting any closer.

It only took one swift push, and the blade was firmly embedded in the Chiss chest. Spades watched as the life drained slowly from the Chiss, utterly only a single sentence.

"Sorry brother, may you find peace."

Already upon the completion of the Spade's sentence. The soul of the Chiss was sent screaming to the Force.

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

'Spades'

It's not unusual to regret setting foot on a battlefield. Quill had seen his share of them. But he'd very, very rarely seen one this savage. The Force roiled with death and darkness to an overwhelming degree. Chiss forces were going up against beings in titanic armor, and doing about as well as they reasonably could. Quill pulled up the collar of his robe over his mouth and nose against the stench of death, but the pervasive smells barely abated.

This was anything but a safe place for a bystander. An energy weapon fired from a cloud of roiling smoke. Maybe it was a Chiss charric, maybe an aggressor weapon. Either way it slammed against Quill's hastily ignited saber and almost knocked the weapon from his grip. He redirected the second shot back into the smoke and the gun went silent. He felt a little more death, but who he'd killed was anyone's guess. The collar of his robes slipped down off his lower face and let in the stink again.