Dominion Chains of Spice | SO Dominion of Sevarcos

[Aspect of Resolve]

Sevarcos II​

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On the edge of Sith space and without the Rimward Trade League to keep them in check, greedy and eager powers quickly took root on Sevarcos to take advantage of the bountiful Spice mines there. Declaring themselves the new Spice Lords of the world, they ran wild and free with profit and were more than happy to pay off bordering worlds both Sith-controlled and neutral alike to keep themselves from being targeted by any expansionist plans.​

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The keyword being “were.”​

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As of five hours ago a broadcast from the world’s spaceports quickly reached neighboring systems, a broadcast where the Spice Lords were gruesomely and publicly executed by insurgents and soldiers loyal to the Order of Wonosa. This cult, without the late Darth Strosius alive to keep them in line, have caused grievous and reckless riots and disturbances within Sith space, but this overt and obvious act has struck a chord given how utterly blatant and proud it was. A clear sign that they are far from cowed and that their desire for “liberation” is alive and well.​

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A tragedy for the smuggling and Spice trade, but a great opportunity for the Sith. Taking control of the Spice mines on Sevarcos would bolster our declining finances, so focused on the concluding construction of the Second Legion, and rebuilding the northern frontier. In addition, it would present the perfect opportunity to show these terrorists that their insurrection and zealotry will not be tolerated, a harsh show of force that would hopefully quell their actions within our borders and just across them. Secure the mines and put down these cultists.​

Objective 1: A Clean Slate​

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With the former Spice Lords of Sevarcos now out of the picture, their operations are ripe for the taking. Getting an advantage in the Spice trade by securing mines or even the planet itself would be a great boon for the funding of our great war machine, as well as a great economic resource for whoever can manage to claim the world or the most mines for themselves.​

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The locations of these mines and the details of their operation are all located within a central spire in the planet’s capital city which, thanks to the Wonosan attack, is currently uninhabited. So the only competition for access to the spice of Sevarcos would seem to be your fellow Sith and whatever turrets may still be operational. Ensure that these mines fall into the right hands, one way or another.​

Objective 2: Second Chances​

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The main goal of the Order of Wonosa seems to be “liberating” the slaves and miners of the world into their ranks, having taken control of a spaceport within one of the world’s mountain ranges to evacuate both themselves and their potential new converts before our forces can intercept. The difficult terrain makes a full-on-ground assault almost out of the question but an aerial one is similarly hampered by their anti-air emplacements scattered across the valley in which the spaceport has been constructed. ​

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If these fanatics manage to slip away with these slaves and miners then their ranks will swell and their attacks in the name of their dead Prophet will only grow bolder as a result. Strike teams of Sith and small groups of soldiers have been sent in to destroy or disable as many of these anti-air emplacements as possible so that a strike against their transports is viable and thus their escape impossible. Be swift and victorious yet cautious, for what the Legion of Kerstas may lack in equipment they more than make up for in sheer numbers and dedication to their mission.​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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A red blade sank deep into metal, molten slag gushing out as it continued to saw through the metal as though it were paper. Great rivers of steel cascaded down as the final incision was made, the door giving way with a great thundering slam as it pounded down onto the floor. Reaching out to brace Himself against the cut doorway, the Dark Lord of the Sith hauled Himself through the open incision and into the cold chamber beyond. More followed Him, squads of soldiers with weapons drawn.

"Sweep and secure."

They moved without a sound, meticulously combing through the vault for anything that could pose hostile. After a few moments, they sounded the all-clear. Two engineers moved to dislodge the rest of the cut open door from it's railings, widening the entryway for a small fleet of treaded droids to trundle in across the grated floor. They ambled up to large sealed containers, scanning them with their ocular receptors. After a moment, they burned a symbol into the container and moved onto the next.

"This vault has remained untampered," rumbled the Dark Lord, who was shortly joined by a smaller woman. "Much must be done to return this facility to operational status. What is the status of the teams in the floors above?" He turned to look at Nerralyn Raaf, His Goddaughter and child of His most steadfast ally, Taeli Raaf . While her mother was preoccupied with expanding Revivalist influence elsewhere in the Empire, Nerralyn had elected to join her Godfather on Sevarcos. Together, they had ambitions to further experimentation on the dreaded Red Lyrium.

Nerralyn Raaf ​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"To think this is what his people are doing now. I mean, I'm not surprised. This was his mission, for all those years. Free the souls like him so they can make themselves greater. I wonder how many will be turned from this batch?" Alina was speaking without context, she knew, but that was fine ultimately in her mind. She wanted to keep the acolyte she'd picked up guessing. Her eyes shifted to Adean Castor as they walked through the recently emptied mine. They were close, the former slaves or the Wonosa Alina wasn't too sure on, but she could smell the life ahead regardless.

"To be clear, we're not here to kill any of them. They were precious to my friend once, so, I will give them the chance to serve me and live first. Sound like a plan?"

Quinn Varanin

 

[Vector Monk]

Darth Carnifex Nerralyn Raaf

Dim light cast long shadows forming a new silhouette in the broken vault passage.

Captain Vector Monk of the Sith Reclamation Service removed his pith helmet with a hand covered in decorative jewels. Talismans dangled from a sunburnt neck. One bore the rune of translation while another some kind of ancient shield sigil. Both thrummed with dark power. Wherever they touched bare skin black veins slowly spread.

"Eternal Father," the famous scholar bent to one knee, gaze humbly averted in total supplication, "I am your instrument to command."

Still prostrate before his dark masters, Vector allowed the Dark Lord and his young acolyte to confer at their leisure. Waiting for a moment when he might cause least offense, the devout cultist softly cleared his throat.

"Forgive my interruption. There are massive spice eels native to this world who are drawn by strong vibrations."

Monk gestured back at twisted vault remains.

"I am afraid time will be a factor."

 

[Vulgarion]

written by dea noctifer

OBJECTIVE 2: SECOND CHANCES
SITH-IMPERIAL ARMY

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“Landfall in thirty!” The squad commander spoke. He marched up and down the gunship’s troop bay. His blaster rifle, a proper Sith-Imperial design, slung across his chest. The lowest rungs, conscripts like Vulgarion, were equipped with relics. She was intended to take the rounds promised for more important flesh.

“Each of you will come back to me with an empty blaster, if it moves it’s a target. Military or not, we’re doing a clean sweep.” He took a drag of his cigarra, blasting the smoke in Vulgarion’s person, before squashing the butt under his boot. He brought up and sealed his helmet around his neck.

<<Deploying with Kerstasii today, give those boys room to operate. The bigger of a noise we make, the more of them that can gain a foothold.>> The gunship began to shake, screeching as it did so. The flak emplacements had begun to find purchase in the air. Up until now, the gunships had flown in far and low, keeping beneath the brunt of the anti-air gun emplacements. The pilot had skillfully danced between the endless spires that made up the mountain range.

<<You all know the mission. First line, make ready.>>

The gunship became a cacophony. It sounded as a hail of iron was battering against it’s hull as it creaked to a land. The lights popped into a neon green in the bay.

<<Clear out!>> It was the voice of the pilot now.

Vulgarion took a step forward with two other “expendables.” Similarly armed and armored.

The troop-doors clattered open, and all that Vulgarion could see was a curtain of blaster fire, sandbagged positions, and a small handful of similar landings on the leadup to the positions.

Another day in the army.

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Alina Tremiru | Quinn Varanin

"Um, maybe a couple?" Adean, or rather Brassius wasn't quite sure if she'd been meant to actually respond to Alina's musings. The green-haired acolyte had been just short of kidnapped when she'd been tagged in for accompanying the Sith Lord in this mission. What she knew of the situation and the sith she was currently attached to was minimal, almost assuredly by design. For the moment, she was uninclined to say anything on that front. Alina was still an unknown, one that Adean would rather not get on the bad side of, at least until she knew more.

A wave of relief washed over her at the order to not kill. While being at the academy had desensitized her to the horrors she and her fellows were being trained to commit, she still balked at the idea of killing herself. In the moment, she wouldn't hesitate. She couldn't afford to - that is what she told herself at least. But if she could avoid that moment coming up, she absolutely would. Nevermind the fact that the panic she felt when put in such a situation was lessening with each instance.

She didn't want to think about what she was becoming.

Nevermind her personal trepidation, she'd been asked a question. The familiar sitting upon her shoulder dug a talon into her hair - bit enough to be overly noticable or cause any real remember, but to pull her out of her own thoughts. "Sounds good to me. Is there anything I should be on the lookout for in particular?"

 

[Gavin Vel]

Objective 2: Second Chances
Tags: Vulgarion

Gavin sat among the soldiers in the cramped troop bay of the gunship, his crimson lightsaber hilt clipped securely to his belt. The rhythmic hum of the engines and the occasional turbulence didn’t faze him; his focus was already on the battle ahead. He didn’t know any of the men he was with—faces hardened by war, expressions locked in a steely resolve. They were soldiers, conscripts mostly, trained to fight and die for the Sith war machine.

The squad commander barked orders, pacing up and down the bay with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Gavin barely glanced at him, his thoughts drifting between the mission at hand and the tension he could feel emanating from the men around him. He was used to it. Soldiers didn’t trust Sith. To them, Sith were chaotic, unpredictable, and dangerous—and they were right. But today, chaos was their best weapon, and Gavin intended to wield it.

The gunship lurched as flak fire rattled its hull, and the lights in the bay flickered. Gavin glanced at the soldier next to him, a woman clutching her blaster tightly as her eyes darted nervously toward the doors. He said nothing, merely adjusted his stance as the commander’s voice cut through the tension.

“First line, make ready!” The commander’s voice boomed over the comms. “If it moves, it’s a target!”

Gavin smirked to himself as he unclipped his lightsaber, his fingers brushing against the familiar grooves of the hilt. The soldiers around him shifted, checking their weapons, their faces set in grim determination. This was a scene he’d seen countless times—a moment before the storm, where fear and resolve blended together. For him, though, fear wasn’t part of the equation.

The gunship’s troop doors clattered open, and the stench of smoke and blaster fire hit him like a wave. Outside, the valley was chaos—blaster bolts crisscrossed the battlefield, sandbagged positions bristled with cultists firing indiscriminately, and the echoes of shouted orders were swallowed by the din of war. Gavin didn’t hesitate. As the soldiers surged forward, he followed, his lightsaber igniting with a snap-hiss that drowned out the clamor around him.

Landing in a crouch, Gavin immediately leapt into the fray, his crimson blade a blur as he deflected a barrage of incoming fire. The soldiers spread out around him, advancing in formation as Gavin charged ahead, cutting through the cultists’ defenses with practiced precision.

One of the soldiers called out as a cultist emerged from cover, aiming a blaster rifle at Gavin’s back. Without turning, Gavin extended a hand, the Force gripping the weapon and wrenching it from the attacker’s hands before sending him sprawling with a flick of his wrist. He glanced back at the soldier, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Don’t fall behind,” Gavin said, his voice carrying a note of amusement even as he turned back to the battle.

The squad pressed forward, closing in on the anti-air emplacement that loomed ahead. Gavin could see the turret swiveling, its operators frantically trying to get it online before the advancing Sith forces overwhelmed them. He glanced at the soldiers around him, their movements precise and coordinated—a stark contrast to his own fluid, chaotic style. Despite their differences, they were all here for the same purpose: to ensure that the cultists’ escape was impossible.

Gavin tightened his grip on his lightsaber and surged forward again, ready to carve a path through whatever stood in their way. For now, he was part of this squad, and together, they would bring the fight to the enemy.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
TAG: @Open

The spice trade was something the Sith Order could not ignore. Cartels and other criminal organizations had grown fat and powerful off the substance, keeping their customer base addicted and demanding that the spice flow. They either worked with the Spice Lords, or they edged them out and controlled the flow for themselves. Gerwald knew which of those options Darth Carnifex would pursue. While the Wolf was typically one to leave the economic aspects of warfare to others, he could not ignore the glaring threat which seemed to be coming from within.

Those of the Inquisition which did not fall under the hand of Darth Malum of House Marr had formed under some new cult which considered the late Darth Strosius to be some kind of prophet. The Kaggath had effectively turned Alisteri Haxim into a martyr, and a new radicalized version of followers had emerged. They sought to disrupt the Sith Order in any way they could because it had been what Strosius would have wanted. It was a simple and crude device, but what was propped up as what seemed to be the man’s dying declaration threatened the stability which the Dread Wolf had fought for.

Gerwald felt responsible to some degree. He had agreed to allow the Kaggath to proceed. He had not wanted to initially, as the issue was not one which he felt Malum should have inserted himself. Silently he had hoped Alisteri would have won. His hope that Malum would finally have realized the valuable lesson that the Order did not revolve around him or his actions. Recent events still proved it was a lesson he needed to learn, though Gerwald would not force the opportunity to teach such a lesson. His resolve was simple. The Dread Wolf would allow near anything as long as it did not threaten the empire.

This cult did.

The Dread Wolf would eradicate them.

His shuttle landed in an open area near one of the spaceports which this Legion of Kerstas had taken control of. They had been tracked as far as rocky desert mountains south of the mines. The high natural structure of the mountains caused too much interference for the Dread Wolf to have an accurate count on the opposition. Where others would likely go in and just kill whatever moved. Gerwald wanted something different.

He wanted those which had been told they were being “liberated” to turn on their “saviors.”

Gerwald did not believe in slavery. His grievances against the practice were well known. The Order would need the workforce which the cult sought to add to their ranks. Taking the planet, and the mines which came with it, provided no benefit to the Order without people to work the mines. They could eventually be replaced with droids, those that wished. For now, Gerwald simply needed to position himself as their true savior, a real hero.

 

[Vulgarion]

written by dea noctifer

OBJECTIVE 2: SECOND CHANCES
SITH-IMPERIAL ARMY

Gavin Vel
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The rank-and-file followed the white command stripe to the letter. Following basic and predictable doctrine. Find cover, return fire, a creeping assault doctrine. The core idea was attrition warfare. Stormtroopers weren’t cheap, but the men of the Sith-Imperial army were conscripted in their thousands. Some worlds in their billions. They could be spent as easily as other realms would droids. They were cheaper. An endless pool of cultists and zealots vying to prove themselves. Even the glory hounds had their place within the legions.

Vulgarion was none of that. She wished to survive.

Bolts hailed against durasteel. The sparks kicked up, the noise. By the Gods, the noise. It was like reality itself was breaking apart around her. The only saving grace was the inbuilt monitors brought it down to a “safe” level. Enough to cause hearing damage, but not deafen her. She needed to make it to the objective. Not live after.

The rest of her squad had broken off, falling to the dirt and clutching to whatever cover they could find. Slaps of red energy reached out from the emplacement holdouts. Calls of comradery and commands echoed all around them as other cohorts pushed their own goals.

A conscript took a round to the chest. He waddled, rocked back and forth, and collapsed.

Vulgarion grabbed the other by the shoulder and pulled him into position.

<<Cover behind the Immortal!>> She screamed.

She crouched behind Gavin like one would an advancing roll of armored support. Moving forward, step by step, with her rifle shouldered. She raised it as the Sith floored a hostile. Two bolts into the body. The witchcraft powers of her masters reminded her of her place. She would be reduced to a fine mist if he wished.

<<Stay close. Short controlled bursts. Confirm kills!>>

She let the Sith lead the assault, content to let him take the brunt of the blaster fire.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

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It began.

It had begun not so long ago, the moment his blade had cut through flesh, when the blood of heart and lung had been forced to make conduit, and then had been set aflame, leaving only ashes. Ashes and a solitary mask, ashes that had been spread across the galaxy so quickly, on his person, on Alvaria, on Corva Yag, and if whispers were to be believed, on far away Korriban too. A mask that was broken, yet whose pieces were held upon the hands of one who had no claim to them.

Another injustice which he would have to set right now doubt.

But, that was only the story of what had occured on Jutrand, what had thus had physically spread out across to touch few worlds, across the Imperium. Yet, there had been another byproduct of flame that had left from Jutrand, a fire which burned hotter than the blue which had burned through his blade, yet a flame that which did not burn skin...

...At least not purposefully.

He had seen it first hand, upon the Inquistorial box, how reluctant so many of them were to bend their knees, how so many of them had slinked away to back alleys, their loyalty, to the fire which had been lit by their former Lord Inquisitor not so easily quenched by the providential actions of their new.

It had spread from there, the reports of Inquisitors breaking from barrack to attempt insurrections, the leave of so many to militarised Faldos, they had a real rebellion upon their hands, even as so many of them bent their knees still. Yet, the Wolf was not one to allow such to proceed, and neither was he in both old and new role either. The insurrections had been put down, Faldos had bent its knee.

But it had not been the end, where much of the Inquisition had stayed onside, there had been those who never would. The Cultists of Wonosa had acted as all a religious group when their founder, leader, prophet, was slain at a stage. They had found themselves a martyr, a martyr that spread their fervour, their influence, much further in death, than he ever could in life. Theirs was an Order that held many dissidents, of the former Rimward Trade League worlds, there had been those who had never accepted the rule of new Sith masters, the same could be said of those born of worlds taken from the Empire of the Lost, lost as they were, they did not much like those who had found them.

There were others too, provincial rebels from scattered worlds, whispers spoke of Tsis'Kaar and Inquisitors from all the way back from the Ouroboros Crisis that had eeked away into shadows, surviving the recriminations of the Eternalist scourge, loyal to the memory of their Serpent Queen, and never forgiving the betrayal of her two apprentices. If they existed, they had only received a resurgence from the martyrdom of one of those apprentices, and the actions of his subordinates to go rogue themselves.

Theirs was an Empire of many faults and problems, truly, the acts of these rebels of different banners and flavours, might have not even been considered to be the greatest of them.

...After all, it had been his wish, to fan those flames, to see what the response would be.

As one dipped their toes into tranquil waters, watching the ripples along the clear blue surface, one saw future in those pools, as readily as others saw in smoke, incense, and cards.

What he had seen so far, was intriguing enough, yet nothing too promising, a force was here, many of the great pieces of the board assembled, yet, the King remained ever elusive, their Emperor of which all span remained as ever absent. And instead, it was by the twin sins of greed and wrath that the various Lords had assembled.

Another toe dipped into the water.

And now, it was time for them to fulfil their duty.

The masked Sith Lord shining in blackened greaves and shimmering in rubies encrusted into his arms, rose from his command chair, immediately, those wearing the same mask of him, those wearing the masks of the Tsis'Kaar and Inquisition, those wearing the helms of the Guard, Old and Marr, turned their heads to him. They had remained prodigiously patient, as their Imperator had sat quietly pondering.

Now it was finally time for them to be unleashed upon the orange planet below.

"What is your duty?" The noble voice strummed beneath the mask.

Immediately arms were beared, echoes shaking the ship, as the disciplined drums filled the air.

"To Serve The Empire's Will!"

The voices all with such uniqueness, low and high, accented and twinged, cried out in one.

"What is the Empire's will?" He continued, red eyes beneath the mask of his famous ancestor gazing upon all of them.

The echoes grew louder, the drumming to a greater tempo.

"That We Fight And Destroy Its Enemies!"

Malum smirked beneath the mask, the drumming infecting his heart and ears, as he could feel the hammering in his chest, brought upon the energy which as a virus began to seep into the blood of all those that stood with such arch discipline, yet too, with such eanrest frenzy.

"Who are the Empire's enemies?"

The greatest question of them all, the one which would decide those loyal, and those that would would be obstacles in the days to come. Malum could only smile, as the drumming reached its fever pitch.

"All Enemies Of The Sith!"

His cloak billowed in the artificial wind of the ship's atmosphere as through the blastdoors he marched, and behind him, the officers of the army mustered at his hanger, held upon the various ships of his fleet, readied for their downward descent. Through the dropships, they would break their anti-aircraft batteries, through their fervour and discipline, they would break this enemy.

This enemy, that once used to be friend.

This enemy, that would be the first stone in breaking all the others.

He would apologise for it all, when it came time.

Vulgarion Gavin Vel Gerwald Lechner Adean Castor Alina Tremiru

 

[Reicher Vax]

Sevarcos
Equipment: Standard Issue Sith Trooper Armor, Vibroblade, Standard Issue Blaster Rifle, Datapad, Cloak
Tag: Serina Calis Dominic Calis [OPEN]

"The spice must flow..."​

As dusk fell over Sevarcos, the twin suns dipped below the jagged horizon, their last rays illuminating the sprawling desert with a fiery glow that seemed to set the sands aflame. This remote, harsh planet, once merely a footnote in the annals of the galaxy's underworld, now stood as a crucible for conflict and ambition. Here, amidst the ceaseless winds that sculpted the dunes into ever-changing landscapes, the fate of a burgeoning spice empire hung precariously in the balance.

The desert around Reicher Vax's base camp was a stark canvas of extremes—during the day, a blistering expanse that challenged the endurance of even the most seasoned soldiers; by night, a frigid void, as if the sand itself absorbed the cold emptiness of space. It was in this inhospitable terrain that Reicher and his Old Guard had established their outpost, a testament to the determination of the Sith to reclaim control and order from chaos.

Strategically positioned to oversee the approach to the planet's abandoned capital, the camp was a flurry of activity. Soldiers patrolled the perimeter, their armor ghostly silhouettes against the twilight. Engineers worked diligently to bring old defense turrets back online, repurposing the remnants of a world that had swiftly fallen from grace following the brutal ousting of the Spice Lords by the Wonosan cultists.

In the cooling air, Reicher stood outside his command tent, his eyes fixed on the desolate beauty of the desert. The sands shifted subtly, whispering secrets of ages past when spice caravans traversed these routes, now silent but for the howl of the wind. This planet, rich with untapped potential, was a siren's call to those who dared to dominate its treasures.

Reicher's gaze turned skyward, towards the dusky horizon where the first stars began to pierce the twilight. The Steadfast, a Convor-Class Corvette commanded by Dominic Calis, was due to arrive shortly, carrying not only his brother-in-law but also his sister-in-law Serina, whose talents could prove invaluable in navigating the complexities of the spire's defenses.

The objective was clear—secure the spice mines and, by extension, a significant economic foothold on Sevarcos. Yet, Reicher's mind was awash with a cautious trepidation. This operation was more than a mere acquisition; it was a statement. In the wake of the Order of Wonosa's brazen uprising, a successful claim would not only replenish the his coffers, after his large investments into Polis Massa, but also send a stark message to any who dared challenge their might.

As the desert's cold seeped through the fabric of his cloak, Reicher considered the ramifications of their endeavor. Success here could redefine the power dynamics within Sith space and beyond, cementing the Calis family's reputation as both warriors and strategists. Yet, the specter of failure loomed large, a shadow that could darken their aspirations as quickly as nightfall on this forsaken world.

With a final scan of the horizon, Reicher turned back to his maps and reports. Plans needed refining, and time was a luxury they could not afford. As the stars claimed the sky, so too would the Calis family claim their destiny—here on the harsh, spice-laden sands of Sevarcos.

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[Gavin Vel]

Objective two: Second Chances
Tags: Vulgarion Darth Malum of House Marr

Gavin caught the sharp echo of commands slicing through the cacophony of battle as Vulgarion barked orders to her squad. Her voice carried a level of authority that piqued his interest even through the chaos. He caught a glimpse of her, crouched low and directing the others to take position behind him, her rifle trained with precision on the emplacement ahead. The irony of being used as mobile cover wasn’t lost on him. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he advanced, crimson blade deflecting bolts with calculated ease.

He slowed his pace just slightly, allowing Vulgarion and her squad to catch up as he swatted away another volley of blaster fire. Her practicality in the face of overwhelming odds reminded him of his early days as an apprentice, when survival instincts were often the only thing keeping him alive. She wasn't a glory hound, that much was clear. Her focus was on surviving and completing the mission, not theatrics—a quality he could respect, even if her methods were far removed from his own.

"Using me as cover? Smart move," he called back, his voice tinged with amusement but steady. "Just try not to shoot me in the back while you're at it."

He pressed forward, his saber spinning in an arc that sent three blaster bolts ricocheting into nearby cultists. They crumpled one by one, leaving the path to the emplacement slightly less crowded. Vulgarion’s squad followed his lead, taking the gaps he created and using them to establish firing positions. For all their regimented tactics, there was a grim efficiency to the way they worked under pressure.

Another wave of cultists emerged from the sandbagged positions ahead, their zeal evident in the reckless ferocity of their charge. Gavin planted his feet, sidestepping a blaster bolt as he raised his free hand. With a flick of his wrist, a cultist was lifted off his feet, struggling in midair before being hurled back into his comrades. The path was clear for a brief moment.

He glanced back at Vulgarion as she took a knee and fired controlled bursts into the retreating group. Her commands to her squad were crisp and to the point—she knew what she was doing, and she clearly had no illusions about the chaos surrounding them.

“You’re good at this,” he said, deflecting another volley aimed at her flank. “Practical. I like that.”

He surged forward again, carving his way through the defensive line with brutal precision. The anti-air emplacement loomed closer now, its operators scrambling to get the weapon online. Gavin motioned toward it with his saber, his voice rising over the din.

"Get your squad in position to cover the flank! I'll take the turret!"

Without waiting for a reply, he sprinted ahead, confident that Vulgarion and her team would hold the line behind him. The sense of collaboration, however tenuous, brought a sharp edge of satisfaction to the chaotic battle. For now, their objectives aligned, and together they would ensure the cultists’ defeat.

 

[Dominic Calis]

Sevarcos
Equipment: Standard GADF Navy Officer Uniform, Holdout Blaster, Cape.
Tag: Serina Calis Reicher Vax [OPEN]

"The spice must flow..."

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The Steadfast cleaved through the darkness of space, its approach towards Sevarcos marked by the steady thrum of engines echoing through the cold expanse. From his command deck, Dominic Calis, with a gaze as sharp as the edge of a vibroblade, watched the desert planet grow steadily larger. The desolate sands of Sevarcos, bathed in the dying light of its twin suns, promised not just challenge but conquest.

Dominic's eyes, trained to spot both threat and opportunity, scrutinized the rugged landscape sprawling below as the corvette sliced through the thinning atmosphere. The harsh terrain of Sevarcos unfolded like a strategic map—each dune, each rocky outcrop, a potential bastion in the looming conflict. Here was a planet that had once flourished under the rule of the Spice Lords, its riches now unguarded, its power structures shattered by recent upheaval.

However, his mind was caught lagging on the fact that his sister, Serina Calis, was on board the ship. They had personally never met, this feeling straining him. Did his sister even want to meet him? Did she not care? No matter, once they had completed their descent, he hoped all these questions would be laid bare.

The Steadfast descended smoothly, its landing thrusters blasting sand into the air as it touched down on the outskirts of the established base camp. Dominic was the first to disembark, stepping into the cool night that enveloped the desert. The ground beneath his boots was compact, the air a mix of cold desert night and engine heat.

He was immediately struck by the efficiency of Reicher's setup. The base camp, a temporary fortress of tents and military hardware, buzzed with the disciplined activity of the Sith Old Guard. Portable floodlights cast stark shadows, turning each tent and vehicle into silhouettes against the Sevarcos night.

Greeted warmly by Reicher, the two men exchanged a firm handshake under the watchful eyes of their respective commands. It was a reunion brief but underscored with mutual respect and the shared weight of their familial duty.

"The mines will be ours by dawn," Dominic stated confidently, his voice resonant with the resolve that marked his leadership. He scanned the perimeter of the camp, noting the placements of sentries and the alignment of defensive structures—a commander's habit.

As they walked together toward the main command tent, Dominic's attention was momentarily caught by the sight of Galactic Alliance troops mingling with Sith soldiers—an unusual alliance formed under the Calis family's ambitious banner. It was a strategic necessity, reflecting the pragmatism that the current situation demanded.

"This operation is a Calis endeavor," Dominic remarked quietly to Reicher as they entered the command tent. "The Alliance's involvement ends at the edge of this camp. What we achieve here, we do in the name of our family, beyond the reach of Galactic politics."

Inside the tent, the air was thick with the tension of impending action. Maps and holographic displays dominated the central table, illuminated by the soft blue glow of the projectors. The topography of Sevarcos was laid bare in these images, each ridge and valley a critical point in their forthcoming strategy.

His mind however, lay distracted, someone was coming.

Serina.

 

[Vulgarion]

written by dea noctifer

OBJECTIVE 2: SECOND CHANCES
SITH-IMPERIAL ARMY

Gavin Vel Darth Malum of House Marr Gerwald Lechner Adean Castor Alina Tremiru
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<<What the fuck are you doing, Vulgarion?>>

She had broken the foundations of squad command. The basic hierarchy asked for by the army. She was naught more than a conscript, but she had suffered too many deployments under the leadership of lesser men. She had seen war, she knew what it forged. People like Squad Leader Khul were more suited to be logistics officers perhaps. He was caught in the theatrics of war, what he thought it could be. She had watched it time and time again, the moment he hit the dirt and grime he broke into rote memorized tactics. No innovation, no attempt to become something greater.

She was tired of watching good men die because of it. They had the momentum, they had a fraggin’ Sith with them. Falling into the same cover-fire-cover advance would do nothing. It would let the rebels establish footholds instead of shocking their positions into disarray before a rally could be held.

Three years under his command, three years. She was still a slave, and she accepted that position.

But she would war as a heroess. Blaster in hand, front of the storm.

<<Overlord, log insubordination request against Conscript Vulgarion. TK Number->> She flicked off her comlink.

And then the skies parted, and the saints descended down from the Empyrean. Drop pods marked with the sigils of House Marr made landfall, sending up great coughs of dust as they settled. Hammer blows as they broke into earth and armored troops emerged, blasters calling out shots and forward positions already being established.

The rest of her squad had caught up with the pair by now, lacking more bodies than they began with. If it wasn’t for his helmet, Vulgarion would had been concerned with the utter contempt the squad lead had on his face. Or, maybe she wouldn’t had cared. He had little room to dictate at her in the middle of a firefight.

She smiled beneath her rebreather.

Should Khul give the order? Of course. But she wouldn’t give him the chance.

<<Our Lord is taking the AA position, hold and secure as he clears. So sayeth the Sith.>> She said, slapping the side of her rugged blaster. A nod to her kin, a cocked look to the commander, before she waved them onwards.

Vulgarion took a run to the side of the Sith, hitting the pseudo-trenchline built around the emplacement with fury. She came scampering to the edge and flicked her rifle over to full auto, letting it rip down the length of the suppressed trench. Her fellows jumped into the position, nestled by sandbags and other impromptu cover, and fell into hand to hand combat. Buttstrokes found stomachs and chins, vibroknives flashed and spilled gore and viscera, and blasters barked out intimately close.

<<For Master Hord!>> She bellowed, invoking her patron God as she faded into the warfare.

 

[Serina Calis]

Sevarcos
Equipment: Lightsaber (Aqua), Traditional Jedi Robes (Black)
Tag: Dominic Calis Reicher Vax [OPEN]

"The spice must flow..."
​

The energy aboard the Steadfast was palpable as it touched down on the sands of Sevarcos. Serina Calis stood by the viewport, her gaze fixed on the desert stretching out like a vast, open canvas under the fading twilight. As the ship's engines powered down, a shiver of anticipation ran through her. This was more than just another mission—it was a rendezvous with destiny, a long-awaited meeting with her brother Dominic, and a reunion with Reicher, her enigmatic brother-in-law.

Clad in her darkened Jedi robes, which fluttered slightly with the ship's residual movements, Serina felt the familiar pull of the Force, humming with the dark whispers that had grown increasingly seductive. Her journey here wasn't just about the strategic acquisition of the spice mines; it was a personal pilgrimage to a place where her potential could be unleashed, away from the prying eyes of the Jedi Order.

As she descended the ramp of the Steadfast, the cool desert air greeted her, carrying with it the scent of spice and sand—a stark contrast to the sterile environments of Coruscant. Each step towards the command tent was heavy with significance. While she had never met Dominic face-to-face, she felt as if she knew him from the stories and the subtle hints of his character she'd picked up through family ties and whispered legends. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and a touch of anxiety—how would the brother she never knew receive her?

The command tent was abuzz with activity. Maps and digital readouts illuminated the space, casting a blue glow that flickered across Serina's features, accentuating her intense blue eyes and the sharp contours of her face. She paused at the entrance, taking a moment to compose herself, to blend the authority of a Jedi with the warmth she wished to convey to her brother.

As she entered, her eyes immediately found Dominic, his profile as commanding as she had imagined. Next to him stood Reicher, whose reputation as a tactician and warrior preceded him. The sight of them together, so focused, so formidable, stirred a sense of pride within her.

"Dominic, Reicher," she greeted, her voice carrying a confident, almost melodic tone. Her approach was calm, measured, but beneath it lay a swirling mix of emotions. As she extended her hand to Dominic, her smile was genuine, a rare glimpse of vulnerability. "I've looked forward to this moment for a long time."

Turning to Reicher, her expression softened further, tempered by the respect and fondness she held for him. "And Reicher, it's good to see you again under such promising circumstances."

As they exchanged greetings, Serina's attention was briefly drawn to the strategic displays around them. The maps of Sevarcos with its key locations marked, the plans for their next moves—it was a tantalizing glimpse into the future they were about to forge together.

"Seeing this," she gestured to the maps, her voice laced with a dark excitement, "reminds us of the stakes at hand. Not just for control but for absolute dominion over the forces that shape this galaxy. We are not merely reclaiming lost territories; we are defining the future—a future where the Calis name commands respect and fear in equal measure."

Her gaze locked with both Dominic and Reicher, a fierce determination shining through. "Let's ensure that our actions here reflect the power and cunning that our family is capable of. This planet is just the beginning."

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

Not since the rule of Zygerrian, did this much activity occurred on the small yellow planet of Sevarcos.
Not to say the caverns and tunnels of planet were not timing with life and purpose, for they have. But never did this many chain events happened, within a short span of time, while simultaneously involving some very powerful players and groups.

The small yellow seems to have seen rise and fall of at least 5 groups, in same amount of years. But that was to be expected, one guess. For Spice Must Flow.

The space around the spice planet was suddenly filled up by one more 'big' guest. The Eschaton Class Star Destroyer, The Covetous, entered at the safe distance.
The crew knew from history, and general Sith intelligence, what kind of ground to air defenses planet had. And it was unlikely they could manifest something more powerful just by wishing it.

The Covetous was safe, but landing ships, less so.

Officers on the bridge were in visibly worried mood. The glances were passed between each one, under the cap.. hoping their Commodore, sitting in his big 'main-hub-station' arm chair, wont notice.
Omon's left arm was resting on the right holder, while his head was leaning on to his clinched fist. His face was without expression, but his eyes were emanating certain dread.

His loyal and long standing crew, knew very well what the gaze signified.. it was 'One of The Days'.
Every so often, Omon would get hit by the afflictions he had from childhood. Apathy, nihilism, melancholy, etc. And when those certain feelings, are mixed with strong presence of the Dark Side.. they can become extremely dangerous. Mostly for Omon.

Five navy troopers walked in to the command bridge, pushing a levitating table between them. On it, there was a wide, bulky, well secure military back pack.

Their arrival made Omon's face change expression, in to one that resembled a smile, as he jumped from the big chair and meet them with fast pace.

"Is it all as I demanded?" he asked his troopers while checking the backpacks integrity.
All five looked eachother for a second, then most senior of them replied.. "Yes my Lord. It is as you commanded" ..he said with his head lowered down.

"My Lord, why expose yourself to this? We can send fighters, we can.. even Jaegissary are ready for deployment. We can easily mark the targets for arial bombardment, without you doing th..!" one of the younger trooper started to plead, but before he could finish the sentence, the words disappeared. And his hands grabbed the throat, as though trying to remove the invisible clutches that are squeezing the life out of him.

Once Omon was sure the backpack is in order, he opened his right clinched fist, and soldier dropped to his knees, grasping for air.
His now red eyes, looked at the young soldier, and after short pause, spoke to others..

"Get him to the med bay. And message the hangar, I want one transporter ready. Tell 'Bulls Eye' he's going with me, and to be in his desert camo gear." Omon pulled the big backpack from the table and slide it on his back, while putting small device attached to backpack in to his pocket.
Leaving the command bridge to go and put his armor on.

His whole bridge observed their master leave.. while carrying 2 proton bomb cores on his back. Power enough to blow up half of this star destroyer without a problem.

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"Going dark, Lord Diem" Bulls Eye, one of his best Jaegissary snipers informed him, as their transporter went fully radio silent and its engines down, using only the speed of the momentum, to enter the planets atmosphere. With it, making sure they are hard to hit with any planetary defenses.

Their destination, outskirts of the deserted capitol. Which is still filled with portion of Wonosa cultist, as well as some Legion of Kerstas soldiers.

Omon didn't respond to his soldier. He just stared blankly in to the nothingness. His breathing turned in to strange noise by his inquisitorial helmet.
He was dressed in a desert camo body suit, covered with light Inq armor, also in the colors of the sand. Beside the huge explosive power on his back, je was armed with 2 vibro blades, usual assortment of small explosives and bombs, one long saber and one short saber, as well as small blaster hidden on his lower back, not seen by the backpack.

In his current depressed state, he hopped he might get the chance to blow himself up.. alongside half of the city.
But interestingly enough, not even his depression made him skip on securing some percentages of these mines. He will do his duty, and also gain some funding for him and Inquisitors.

"We are here my Lord. I can see heat signatures of potential threats some 2 kliks to the North, toward the capitol."

"Open the door and let me out. Fly low over that dune, and land 3 kilometers away. I'll meet you up there." He ordered, then jumped from the ship the second doors were half opened.
He landed on the small dune, as the ship glided behind it. He started walking toward the heat signature locations. He needed to kill, to try and feel something.

He sensed them from far away.. Five life forms filled with joyful hate, ego, self confidence. And two life forms filled with dread, desperation and hidden anger.

Once close enough to see them, fire was burning brightly, surrounded by 4 bodies sitting, and 1 lying down. The 2 'desperate' life forms, were two women, bruised and bound to one of the speeders. Their hair was of same color, their faces similar, and if Omon would to guess.. they would be mother and daughter. Probably a family members of some Spice Lord, whom these five killed.
Probably taking the two women to be their entertainment.

He started to walk with purpose toward the fire, he knew that light was only reaching up to a certain point, rest was darkness. And he was that darkness. At the moment his nihilistic heart wanted to destroy.

Once on 1 meter from where the light from fire meets the shadow of night, he let his heavy backpack slide down in to the sand. The noise of that alerted the closest two.
Before their heads fully turned toward Omon, two Vibro blades flew from his hands hitting two men that was furthest away from him. Each blade pierced targets neck.

Closest to him jump on his feet, moving the blaster rifle from the back in to his arms, pointing it toward Omon.

Before he could fire, Sith grabbed the muzzle of the rifle, twisting it to the side and down, arching the man's arm and braking his finger and forearm. He used the screaming man as a movable shield, as the blasters butt was cut deep in to his armpit, giving Omon ability to move him left and right.

Second man was already aiming, but paused once his friend was between them. Omon executed here a powerful yoko geri, leg side kick, in to mans abdomen, throwing him in to the one who was aiming.
The force was not too great, but he was still hit by a man of some 90kilograms. Using that time, he jumped in to the air, and landed knee first, on to the man who was lying down but started to get up. Crack of his spine and later ribs, was enough to know, he wont stand up again.

He flash-step toward the two remaining, who were getting back up.. he spined his body for 360 degrees, hitting one of them with the side of his hand, right in to the throat. Crack was again heard, as the man dropped down to his knees, clawing at his broken trachea.
The last one, once seeing this, stumble backward for just a moment, before again raising his rifle.. this was enough time for Omon to crouch, and jump right in front of the man, looking in to his eyes from below. He jumped again, this time with his forearm extended up. Using his open palm to hit the man's nose.. pushing his cartilage in to his brain.
And so last one fell down.

He pulled his vibro blades from the first two he killed, wiping the blood with their desert scarfs.

After putting the backpack on again, he came to the two bound women. They watched him with pure terror in their eyes, daughter much more then the mother.
Squatting down, his masked face observed them for a few seconds..

"You wont scream. You wont plead. You will answer my questions, and you might end up on one of these speeders, away from here. Yes?"

Daughter was frozen, but the mother nodded, first slowly, then faster and faster.
Omon undo their bounds with one move of his hand.

"Whose family are you? What did your husband, father, brother.. owned?" he asked with emotionless tone.

Her voice was stuttering at first, but it seems after she confirmed Omon was indeed a Sith, seems she relaxed a bit. Guess the Sith treated them well..
"My late husband and father, owned K2-778. Parcel in the K sector, 2 square kilometers big, with dept of 778 meters. They mined Spice and certain minerals." her voice started to be more cautious with each word, but also more bold.

Omon observed their skin, bruises were along every part of their body.. "Thank you, for being honest with me." ..he looked at the group of dead men, then back at women..
"Such horrible memories you have, on this planet. Your males are gone, it is just you two now. The planet will go through a drastic change.. change you wont be apart of. That I can guaranty you. But, I'm sure you learned a lot from your father and husband, when it comes to business." he squat down, so he is on their level. Then he took off his Inq helmet. Letting the women see his eyes.

"Make me soul beneficiary, of your families mining estate.. I have the holo recorder here, with DNA recognition imprint. Take one of the speeders, and ride South, until one of my transporters don't pick you up. My capital ship is hearing all this, so they will be in route the moment you say Yes.
I will provide for you and your daughter. Your daughter will have a well paying job and career, so that her children know good life too."

He stopped for a moment, looking back at the pile of corpses..

"Or don't, and I will continue my journey. While leaving you at yours."

Her expression was calm, but her eyes were rolling from side to side, weighing the pros and cons. But Omon knew what she will pick. What are riches if you are not alive to spend it.
She did her best to wipe her face clean, and try to conquer her completely messy hair, before proclaiming in a voice of a Spice Baroness..
"I am ready"

After they recorder her holo message, and took her fingerprint and bio scan. Omon picked the most pristine looking speeder, place the tracker on it, and watch them drive away.
Crew of The Covetous will pick them up not far South.

Putting his helmet on, he said loudly "We're going further toward capitol. I hope you parked the ship close by!"

Shadow raised from one of the small dunes, placing the big sniper rifle back on to his shoulder.. "Some 700 meters from here, my Lord."

Darth Carnifex Serina Calis Dominic Calis Reicher Vax Vector Monk​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Maybe a couple indeed." If they did, there'd be a lot of trouble with the new born. Even Alisteri didn't fully understand their nature, and he brought the Gift to many as a sign of the Dark, not even the truth. Did they know the truth now? Too many questions. "Panicked slaves, most likely. Darth Malum has already started the proper assault. They'll kill many, I imagine. He's determined to make sure no one thinks he's got any lingering attachments to his brother. It really is nice not to have that weight on my shoulders at least."

She paused then, turning her gaze out towards the distant bend in the tunnel. Movement. Life. Panic and fear mostly, but there were some who were calm and waiting. Wonosa.

"You know who I am. Ally, once. Enemy later. The Sith Order, your master's very brother, have come to kill you. They will, all of you. But you can survive with me. Out of respect for my fallen friend, my fallen brother, I don't want any of you to die." She kept a calm smile as they stepped into view. Slaves. Fear in their eyes. Freedom had come, but fear was all they had now that they knew people were coming to kill them. All of them. The Sith were here.

"This is a second chance for you."

There they were, peeking around the corner as Alina continued to walk towards them. The familiar masks. Always masks. She used to hate seeing Darth Strosius hide in his mask, but she wished she could see it again. She paused though, as she saw the blasters leveled their way. Right. Extremists in their faith.

"Defend yourself, Acolyte. Don't feel bad if you kill any, but try not to?"

Adean Castor | Quinn Varanin | Vulgarion | Gavin Vel | Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Alina Tremiru //: Adean Castor //:

Slavery.

It suddenly became one of Quinn's most significant concerns regarding the Empire. Before now, she didn't expect to see so many pockets of slavery, but some stuck to the old ways. This Empire needed to be different, better than the previous iterations. The enslaved needed to know that their home wasn't against them. Quinn sighed softly as she looked at her silent companion. More often than not, the Princess was seen with one of her assistants. It was probably not wise to have one of them here with her, knowing that this could quickly turn into a battlefield - a dangerous situation for them.

"Stay close; if things turn bad, head back to the safe area." Quinn smiled and then looked ahead, moving through the tunnel; she had picked up on something familiar. Keeping it to herself, Quinn continued to walk till she began to hear the familiar voice of Alina. It had been some time since they had seen each other, to the point that Quinn had assumed that Alina had found something more interesting in her travels. Taking a deep breath, the Princess continued forward, seeing that there was an acolyte with her fellow Sith Lord.

Quinn raised an eyebrow as she glanced towards the girl. Interesting. She thought maybe the death of Alisteri had done more to the woman than she had let on. Another blow to her ego was not being able to see things deeper in the woman she had devoted so much of her love to. Quinn buried her heart deep and focused on gathering any information on the slave trades that occurred under the Empire's nose.

She stopped just a step behind Alina and waited till the woman finished addressing the masked individuals. Tilting her head, she began to recognize the pattern of the mask and let out a small laugh. "Huh, he's just everywhere, isn't he?" She pointed out Alisteri's influence. At this point, Malum could only dream of his brother's reach. Seeing the blasters level, she looked to Alina, "I can try and calm them?" Quinn questioned, but she wasn't asking permission. She knew Alina didn't want to hurt the people who worshiped Alisteri.

Quinn focused her mind, expanding her influence through the Force. Slowly, waving her hand over, she ran her fingers against the threads of the living Force that connected the Wonosans. Quinn did her best to calm them and allow them to think beyond their extremist views.

She wanted to prevent the fighting. If she could, they could save the slaves, and hopefully, the Princess would gain the knowledge she needed to free Kirie .

Other Mentions: Gavin Vel Darth Malum of House Marr Vulgarion

 

[Reicher Vax]

Sevarcos
Equipment: Standard Issue Sith Trooper Armor, Vibroblade, Standard Issue Blaster Rifle, Datapad, Cloak
Tag: Serina Calis Dominic Calis Darth Carnifex Omon Kaa / Darth Diem [OPEN]

"The spice must flow..."​

The atmosphere inside the command tent was tense but purposeful as Reicher Vax stepped toward the central holotable, the soft blue glow of projected maps casting flickering shadows across his sharp features. The veteran Sith's presence commanded attention as he motioned for Dominic and Serina to gather. Outside, the steady hum of activity echoed through the camp—soldiers preparing weapons, the mechanical whine of droid systems, and the faint rumble of walkers being positioned. Against this backdrop, Reicher began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of experience and resolve.

"Sevarcos has no master now," he began, gesturing to the holographic projection of the capital city's spire. "The Wonosan uprising saw to that, but it also left this world vulnerable. The central spire is the key to the mines and their riches. Its data vaults contain operational records, logistical maps, and access codes that will allow us to control not just the capital but the spice trade itself. However, it won't be handed to us without a fight." His gaze flicked between Dominic and Serina, his words measured and deliberate.

The holomap shifted, revealing the layout of the city and its defenses. Automated turrets dotted the outskirts, remnants of the Spice Lords' once-formidable arsenal. Reicher continued, "Our goal is threefold. First, we must neutralize the automated defenses along the city's perimeter to allow our forces safe passage. Second, we'll need to secure the spire intact, including the data vaults. Third, we establish a firm defensive position within the city to repel any opportunistic forces—whether rival factions or lingering cultist cells."

Reicher outlined the composition of their forces. Dominic's Steadfast would serve as the mission's command hub and provide aerial oversight. Equipped with two T-65XN "Wolf-X" Starfighters, it would act as a first line of defense against any airborne threats, from surface-to-air missiles to enemy fighters. On the ground, their infantry was a blend of 150 battle-hardened Sith veterans under Reicher's command and 75 Galactic Alliance marines. "These soldiers will form the backbone of our advance," he explained. "They're disciplined, experienced, and ready for the challenges ahead."

Adding firepower to their ground forces were two All-Terrain Heavy Artillery (AT-HA) Walkers, which would remain outside the city's perimeter to provide suppressive long-range fire, and ten All-Terrain Assault Enforcer (AT-AE) Walkers, which would breach the city's defenses alongside the infantry. For reconnaissance and flanking maneuvers, they had 50 LB-7 Lancer-pattern Scout-Skirmisher droids. Reicher's tone grew serious as he added, "The Lancers are exceptional in hit-and-run tactics, but their overheating issues mean they'll only operate during the freezing desert night to maintain efficiency."

The logistics were equally robust. Two Talon-class Star Galleons would transport the walkers and infantry to the battlefield, while Serina Calis, with her mastery of the Force, was designated to lead the critical strike team tasked with infiltrating the spire and securing the data vaults. Reicher's respect for her abilities was evident as he turned to her, "Your role will be pivotal. Neutralizing the spire's defenses and ensuring the data is intact will determine the success of this mission."

With the assets outlined, Reicher shifted to the tactical plan. "Phase one begins under the cover of darkness. The LB-7 Lancers will move ahead of the main force, targeting automated turrets and sensors along the city's perimeter. Their speed and precision will ensure minimal exposure for our infantry." He gestured to the holographic map, marking key points. "Simultaneously, the AT-HA Walkers will suppress enemy strongholds with artillery fire, creating breaches for our forces to exploit."

Once the perimeter was compromised, the second phase would commence. The Old Guard and Galactic Alliance marines would push into the city alongside the AT-AE Walkers, utilizing the breaches to establish a foothold. Dominic, stationed aboard the Steadfast, would oversee the operation, coordinating movements and adjusting the plan in real time. The third phase involved Serina leading her strike team to the spire, with the LB-7 Lancers creating a distraction at the main entry points. "Serina," Reicher said, his yellow eyes locking with hers, "your team's objective is to disable the spire's interior defenses and secure the data vaults."

The final phase, Reicher explained, would solidify their control. With the spire and its data secured, the combined forces would fortify the city, turning it into an impenetrable stronghold. The Steadfast and the AT-HA Walkers would provide long-range overwatch to repel any counterattacks. Reicher straightened, his gaze sweeping over Dominic and Serina. "This is a coordinated effort," he concluded. "Failure is not an option. Together, we will ensure that Sevarcos falls under our control—swiftly and decisively."

The weight of his words lingered in the air as he stepped back, awaiting their input. Outside, the camp's activity continued unabated, the soldiers and droids moving with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Reicher's confidence in the plan was unshakable, but the true test lay ahead—in the chaos of battle, where plans were tested, and destinies forged.

OOC but styled IC info -Force Composition- -Battle Plan-

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• Force Composition:
  The Steadfast
  Dominic will command the Steadfast in its role as a mobile command post and air support platform. It will provide real-time communications, coordinate troop movements, and oversee the deployment of assets from its hangar. The two T-65XN “Wolf-X” Starfighters aboard will serve as our first line of defense against any aerial threats, focusing on intercepting surface-to-air missiles or enemy air support.
  
  Ground Forces
  Our primary infantry strength lies in the combined forces of: 150 Old Guard Sith veterans under my direct command. 75 Galactic Alliance marines. These soldiers will be the backbone of the operation, advancing into the city under the cover of night and clearing any entrenched resistance.
  
  Equipment focus:
  General mix of equipment types to cover every situation, focus on Sonic Weaponry to deal with any crowds of Flash Mobs.
  
  Walker Support
  The walkers will form the core of our firepower:
  2 All-Terrain Heavy Artillery (AT-HA) Walkers: These will remain stationed outside the city’s perimeter, providing long-range artillery support to suppress enemy defenses and create openings for our advancing troops.
  
  10 All-Terrain Assault Enforcer (AT-AE) Walkers: These will advance alongside the infantry, using their heavy firepower to breach fortified positions and eliminate enemy strongpoints.
  
  Droid Skirmishers
  The 50 LB-7 Lancer-pattern All-Terrain Scout-Skirmishers will be deployed as vanguard units. Their agility and speed make them ideal for reconnaissance and hit-and-run tactics against static defenses. However, due to their overheating issues, they will only operate during the night to exploit the freezing temperatures and maintain efficiency.
  
  Transport and Logistics
  The two Talon-class Star Galleons will transport the majority of our infantry and walkers to their designated positions. Once the troops are deployed, the Galleons will remain on standby outside the combat zone, ready to extract our forces if necessary.
  
  Serina Calis + 2 Padawans of the Circle of Ten.
  Your role, Serina, will be pivotal. Your ability to manipulate the Force and your understanding of infiltration will be vital in neutralizing the spire’s interior defenses. Once we reach the spire, you’ll lead your strike team to secure the data vaults.
  
  
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  Phase One: Nighttime Advance
  Under the cover of darkness, the LB-7 Lancers will move ahead of our main forces, targeting automated turrets and sensors along the city’s perimeter. Their skirmisher tactics will allow us to engage and disable defenses without exposing our infantry to unnecessary risk. Simultaneously, the AT-HA Walkers will provide suppressive artillery fire to neutralize heavily fortified positions.
  
  Phase Two: Breach the Perimeter
  The main force, led by the Old Guard and the Galactic Alliance marines, will advance alongside the AT-AE Walkers. Using the breaches created by artillery fire, we will push through the outer defenses and establish a foothold within the city. Dominic, your oversight from the Steadfast will be crucial here to coordinate movements and adjust plans as needed.
  
  Phase Three: Spire Assault
  Once the perimeter is secure, Serina’s team will spearhead the assault on the spire. The LB-7 Lancers will flank the main entry points to create a distraction, drawing fire away from the strike team. Serina, your team’s objective will be to disable the spire’s remaining internal defenses and secure the data vaults.
  
  Phase Four: Consolidation
  With the spire under our control, we will establish defensive positions throughout the city to deter any counterattacks. The Steadfast and the AT-HA Walkers will provide overwatch and long-range support as needed.
  
  

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[Zanami]

Tag: Open

Crouched, her eyes fixated on the winding sandy road that twisted through one of the numerous mountain ranges, waiting in silent patience for any signs of a caravan. Her mission was simple, watch her designated pathway for any escaping cultists with their enslaved prisoners, and thwart their cowardice escape. In the distance, the young assassin's ear picked up the shattering explosions that echoed through the mountain's rocky sides, reverberating off the stone natural constructs, from the onslaught being carried out by the Sith forces. A tinge of jealousy washed over her, for she was created to wreak havoc and send the unsuspecting to the nightmarish realm of the eternal sleep, not wait like a pouncing cat for the tiny mouse to scamper from its walled hole.

Occasionally she would detect a sound that could be associated with a mechanical vehicle, only to deduce that it was coming far off in the distance, the sounds being carried crudely through the blowing winds. Then, as if some invisible hand tossed the switch, the sounds of explosion ceased; and minutes later a lone transport vehicle stumbled drunkenly down the path. Atop she counted three bodies, two armed and one manning a mounted turbo-laser. The vehicle wasn't large in size or in mass, so the numbers inside wouldn't pose a problem. However, she would need to be careful not to wound or kill any of the slaves.

Still in crouched form, she began running across the mountainous ledge, avoiding jagged and protruding rock formations staying parallel, but hidden from eyes, with the transport. She knew this stretch of the pass well, having studied the layout countless times, and wondered how well her enemy knew it. There was only one side passage, and it would be across from her, that escaped the main road. The transport, unfortunately, would not be granted usage, for as she darted around another cluster of rocks, she depressed the red button on the silver, cylinder device in her left hand. A few seconds later an explosion erupted that tossed falling rocks in various sizes down onto the pathway, the handiwork from well-placed demolitions.

Screeching metal resonated while the transport was coming to an emergency stop. While the vehicle was coming to a stop, Zanami, guided by the Force, leapt from the ledge igniting her lightsaber, downward toward the unsuspecting zealots.....