Condor Legion (Aargonar Dominion)

[Allyson Locke]

A masked woman appeared in the small camp near Sasha, she remained quiet as she closed her eyes. The woman had a plan to win the men over with weapons and other things. They were easily bought, but others seemed to want more from the teenage girl. Spencer adjusted the mask on her face as she listened to the conversations; she had come to work with Sasha despite everything she wanted on this mission. If she had it her way, she would be doing other research for Ashin. Sasha was the brute of the two, where Spencer was more inclined to provide back up or influence for the girl.

Money couldn’t buy everything.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the minds of the men. They were simple and their connection to the force was weak. They couldn't control it like her or Sasha, but they were still connected to the life force. The life force that birthed the silly religions of the Sith and Jedi. Either way, she focused on those connections and intertwined them with her own. She had them, they were weak minded and she hushed the whispers of overthrowing the young girl. Pumping them with influence to listen to whatever Sasha said. Once she was finished with them, which didn’t take long she walked up to the other Apprentice and smirked.

“They’re taken care of, no need to please them more with your gifts. I’ve taken care of everything.”

@[member="Sasha Santhe"]

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

@[member="Velok"]

Their little experiment was growing, it burst out of its confinement and t[SIZE=11pt]he ground exploded into the skies. The dunes evaporated into scattered clouds of chaos. Val'Ryss still in her trance held her hands high [/SIZE]mimicking[SIZE=11pt] the Sith abomination's movements. The higher she raised her hands the higher the beast travelled, until it towered over both of them, [/SIZE]dwarfing[SIZE=11pt] them into [/SIZE]obscurity[SIZE=11pt]. Rise my child. RISE! Val'Ryss hissed with deep rooted venom. She watched the beast growl and roar a primordial scream. The thunder shook the earth and travelled for miles. No doubt the other camps would hear of their creation's birthing screams. The dark-side pulled the creature together, its flesh still growing, mutating and boiling into shape. And now for some bite in your roar! Val'Ryss whispered some words and the teeth of the sith creation grew until it shot out of its giant ringed mouth. Thousands of razor sharp teeth that circled the mouth and throat into the abyss of it stomach, each row of teeth growing larger as it came closer to the most outer row. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Val'Ryss then projected her presence into the worm and gave it a dark connection to her, in order to complete its creation. The worm now festered with dark taint and dark-side aura. With the [/SIZE]engineering[SIZE=11pt] of Velok as well, it had become a force-sensitive beast. It's sudden abilities of emitting dark-side energy vibrating throughout the force and sent shock waves into the ether of the force. Those near and sensitive enough would soon be shocked by the disturbance of something dark and big....very, very big. Soon, the time will come and you my child, will feast your weight in flesh and blood...and then your birth shall be...complete. [/SIZE]

 

[Lord Depravious]

Meanwhile;

Mando'ade support groups on the planet began to mobilize. Rumors and reports spread through the camps like wildfire that the Sith were now supporting a rebel group on the other side of the sea of sand that stood between them and the capitol. This forced the Mando'ade supporters into over-drive. They knew the power of the Sith Empire, and should it decide to set its gaze upon Aargronar entirely there would be nothing they could do about it but lower their arms and raise their hands... This isn't what they wanted at all, so the alor of the region began to amass troops to stomp out this rebel uprising on the other side of the plains.. Before they stood no chance against this group of mando'ade supporters, now with sith reinforcements on their side the tides had slowly shifted to the side of the Empire..

The only defense they had against this plot was to shut it down right here and right now. "THE SNAKES HAVE COME YOU WORMS STRAP UP ITS TIME TO MARCH!" The alor screamed out to the rest of his men that where running frantically all over the camps. Kissing their wives good-bye for possibly the last time, holding their children close, and grabbing their helmets.. Saying good bye for the troops was perhaps the hardest thing, this time they did not know if they would return to their beloved wives or their children. Young children would grow up fatherless, fathers no longer able to watch their children grow into the young men and women that they had dreamed of for years. Death weighed heavy on everyone's minds. What if..?

"Alright my brothers.." The Alor became quite serious for a moment, looking each one of his troops in the eye as he spoke; he too foresaw their possible demise.. "Today is not a day for shallow whimpers and wines; today is a day to be strong! Not only for every one of those children that lay in those tents with your wives, but for your people! Do not allow these scum to take a city that is rightfully ours.." The Alor's voice fell off for a moment as he began to look down to the ground. A cloth lay dangling in his hand whilst he spoke.. It was a cloth of their people..

Their leader had died many years before, a man whom respected and loved every single one of his people. When one of them was hurting, he felt the hurt of all of his people. When one person cried he cried with them. Their emotions where his emotions and visa versa. This rag symbolized more than just something you would meaninglessly wipe your face with.. This rag was a symbol of their people, it was as a flag to a country is. It meant that there was still hope for this group of people if it laid in the hands of one of their own. It meant honor, it meant pride, it meant glory.. And most of all, it meant hope..

The men of the camps had all converged on this one spot, heavy artillery lay in the back ground, monstrous machines lay in the back ground, and most importantly their families. Each of the troops held their heads low and looked down to the ground, reflecting their lives. Envisioning the battle to come, envisioning their families without them, and thinking of gloriously returning home to keep that light of hope burning inside of them. These people were not technically Mando'ade. But they adopted the culture of Mando'ade and supported their fellow brothers and sisters in anything. They were a prideful people, an honorable people. They would die in combat if it came to it, for the protection of their people or for the pride and the glory of dying in battle to a good death.

Once more the leader began to speak, a solemn tone escaped his mouth, "You've all seen what the Sith can do, and what they have done.. You all know what you are about to march into.." The tone of the Alor began to grow more passionate by the second. His emotions began to swell up inside as he spoke, "But they operate from nothing but fear and self preservation! They want only for themselves.. We fight for so much more than that.." He began to clench the cloth in his hand.. He rose the cloth up high above his head into the air whilst it flowed with the wind inside of his hand. The end flapped with the air, and the sand coated their armor as he spoke once more. "Fight not only for yourself but for your people for me, for your wives, for your children! WE WILL NEVER SLEEP, BECAUSE SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK. WE WILL NEVER REST UNTIL WE ARE DEAD!"

The remaining of the Mando'ade supporters clad in armor looked upwards to the sky in one unified shout, "HOORAH, HOORAH, HOORAH" War was on the horizon, and the entire galaxy would hear the battle cries of their people. With one motion he gave the signal to begin moving out, placing his helmet upon his head, he adjusted it slightly upon his head and then began to march forward. The remaining troops followed in suite as they began to march across the sea of sand that stood between them and eternal glory.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

"I am astonished," said Velok, voice flat, as the worm reared up above their skiff. "I am amazed. Val'Ryss, I may have the power and the finesse, but you most certainly have the imagination. This is why I will never be more than a passable alchemist...and this is also why I would pay good money to assimilate the spirit that possesses you. I'm more than half tempted to rip it out of you and eat its knowledge, if I could. Those days are past me, I think."

The sandworm took off through the desert in the direction of the capital, and Velok urged the skiff to follow. A bitter joy rose up in him as he evaluated the leviathan's odds of breaching the city walls. Communications protocols had little bearing on his operations; he connected his comlink with the nearest field commanders, the nearest Knights, and let that suffice.

@[member="Sasha Santhe"]
@[member="Rhace Tarrin"]

"Santhe, Tarrin, the sandworm is in motion. Zankarr's alchemy was more potent than expected, and the beast is almost uncontrollable. We'll hit the city walls in less than two hours, at this rate."

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha stared at Spencer. The woman was encroaching on her territory. "My gifts, are what will win this war," she smacked the metallic leg of the walker. In the distance through binoculars they could see one of the enemy armies forming up. "You may manipulate people, get them on your side, but my weapons are what will win, not these people." Her hands raised indicating the crowd of rebels. Most wore no armor, had only her weapons, and rode in improvised armored vehicles fashioned from speeders. Velok's message came through the comlink and Sasha smiled. Several new Santhe model tanks hovered over to the front lines. The local's had their own armor support, tanks bought from various factions throughout the galaxy. "They will be no match for the Sith." Sasha said as the two battle lines started moving toward one another. Sasha stared @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] and opened up the hatch to a gunship, "Are you coming?" she asked staring at the other woman with something of grudging respect.

 

[Matreya]

Stepping from the shadows, Zaiden removed his hood, and his face plate retracted into his chest plate. "Master what have I missed?"

All he knw was that they were taking a planet, the man could barely even remember the name of which. Hell he could barely remember what his masters name was...wait...oh yeah @[member="Eldoc Quasat"]. He had been working himself to the ground recently in his training. Hours on end meditating. Working on levitation, telekinesis, as well as his Force Senses. His saber skills however came to him far easier, but Eldoc still pushed him hard.

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

@[member="Zaiden"] @[member="Sasha Santhe"] @[member="Velok"] @[member="Lord Depravious"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Eldoc smirked, knowing that his apprentice was tired. good.. better to push himself. He slowly got up.. he had heard.. they had two hours. " Not much, we leave now, we have two hours to lead this bunch towards the capitol. So lets go" He said, not waiting for a response... his relationship with his apprentice was one of few words. Eldoc approached the man who was in charge, " It's time, lets ride on to the capitol and give them hell" He ended with a yell. It was battle time and that meant that he got to fight again. To dance the dance of death. To tolerate more pain.

The trip through the waste land was long, and they got there slightly before the rest it was time, The large city, was alert and full of defenders. That was when Eldoc smiled and focused his force and his voice, his scream and preformed a force Bellow at the wall crumbling it. that was the start of the war, as he watched his men flood the hole. He would join them shortly, first he wanted to watch his apprentice.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden stood in the massive canopy of a tree, high above the ground. Eyes ahead he waited the start of the battle...



And with a force bellow, his master tore through the city perimeter. Stepping from the limb, Zaiden dropped for what felt like minutes when in reality was mere seconds. Focusing hard he used the Force to lessen his fall, landing in a full tilt run straight for the hole.

Adrenaline pumping hard enough to make his ears ring, Zaiden fought the urge to turn tail and run. He was an assassin, this was not his game! But..now it was he knew. So instead he pushed on, catching up to his master and drawing both his sabers, one held reverse.

Like a bolt of lightning, Zaiden was into the city and on the men. With a sweep of his crimson blade, he hacked threw a man. Spinning quickly he used his cyan blade to sweep threw the torso of another.

Charging to the next man, Zaiden force pulled him towards himself, then leapt and kicked off the man's head. Landing softly atop a massive catwalk, Zaiden began to attack anew. However now the element of surprise had passed, and the men were fighting back.

They weren't that much more difficult in his opinion, then again it was melee combat. And they were not trained by a Dark Jedi Knight, so they would not be anywhere near as deadly in close range as he found himself surging with pride to be.

In a matter of a minute he had managed to best and put down, 5 people. Turning he cast his eyes to the others, it was always better to keep an eye on your team. Spotting a man nearby lining up a shot at his master, he drew back and threw with all his strength.

As the saber arced threw the air, Zaiden flipped forward to land next to the man just as his saber struck home directly in the man's abdomen. Drawing his blade free, he turned - and got struck dead in the shoulder by a blaster rifle shot.

Knocked from the catwalk, he groaned in pain as he slammed onto the ground below. Gasping for breath, Zaiden sat still for a long moment. Then after gathering his bearings he slowly stood and looked for his master.

 

[Cain Laatl]

Cain came to help the Empire take over the planet any way possible. He was willing to take it by force, or take it down peacefully. He stepped out of his TIE fighter that he borrowed from the Empire. His current ship was being repaired, and he had no other way of getting there. He didn't like the TIE fighter. It was too crammed, and made his head spin when he turned upside down.

Cain brought little with him, other than mechanical supplies and food. He could see a small camp in front of him, so he went towards it. It was little army base. The base had little there, but he felt the presence of beings that were powerful with the force in the camp. It seemed like it was coming from the gunship that was barely sticking up over the tents. He walked into the camp to check it out.

As he approached the ship he saw two woman. One was about his age and the other was a bit older. He thought it would be a nice time to introduce himself. He walked up to the younger looking one and smiled. He said "hi, my name is Cain Laatl. I've come here to help you win over this planet in any way I can."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer rolled her eyes, she listened to Sasha praise her weapons and machines. The girl was beyond materialistic. Nodding quickly, she started to board the gunship though was stopped by a boy who seemed to be daring enough to talk to the Empress’ Apprentices. Sanctuary looked up towards Sasha and then back towards the boy. His face didn’t register to Spencer at all and she was a bit wary of his presence especially since he bee lined to her and Sasha. Everyone in the Empire and the encampment knew that the two girls were personal Apprentices to the Empress.

“That’s good; prove yourself with the troops then. Help keep moral up and show the Empire that you belong”

Smirking, she gave the boy a salute and then continued to climb up the way into the gunship. Moving past the other people that hand climbed onto the gunship Spencer’s target was Sasha. Understanding their place within the Empire Spencer found it to suit both of their interests. Leaning against the wall near the opening, Spencer folded her arms and looked towards the other Apprentice.

“You seem a bit on edge? Nervous Ms. Santhe?”

 

[Falon Azrakel]

Realising now was the time to charge, Falon reengaged the movement protocols and deactivated the motion lock that would prevent the walker sliding down hills. "Iblis, arm all weapons save the rear gun." He could feel a buzz, the excitement brought on by war running thick through his veins. "Get ready to test this thing out for real." All drivers were set to go, all navigational systems activated as the walker stamped forwards. "All weapons armed and ready. The main guns have cooled down." Iblis responded, pulling back a lever on the main controls.

"Mass driver cannons loaded?" Iblis peered down at his control panel, quickly tapping a button. "Mass driver cannons are..." A light blinked. "...loaded." Falon smiled contently. "We are a-go." The walker stamped forwards, every step leaving a sizeable crater in the sand. The enemies were in sight. Staring through his macrobinoculars, Falon made the call. He was going to fire while they were grouping. "Fire guns on my mark." Raising a hand, he waited a few seconds until all the guns were in position.

Then he closed his fist.

It was a beautiful storm of flames, a glowing trail hovering in the air briefly followed by a wave of sand, rubble, people and blood shooting upwards as the mass-driver projectile crashed into the rebels. "Aim the guns for their artillery." The barrel of the second cannon glowed for a second before the second gun launched its projectile, a metallic thunk sounding as the guns reloaded. The following blast tore through the rebels' defensive lines, several of their tanks reduced to smouldering wrecks. Activating the quad laser cannons, a second barrage of fire was unleashed. This was a bad day to be a rebel.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]
@[member="Falon Azrakel"]

"We can control it -- we need to! The worm needs to reorient!"

One hand on the skiff's controls, Velok stretched out to the gigantic alchemical sandworm. "I dub thee Aragorn of Aargonar, king of the desert. Aragorn, choose another path!"

The sarlacc sandworm responded to his call, and turned toward the first confrontation of the ground battle. It stampeded through the sand, flanking the forces which Falon Azrakel was engaging. Artillery and small arms scored the leviathan's sides; Velok ducked as the skiff came under fire.

The sandworm gleefully began devouring a rebel group.

 

[Cain Laatl]

Cain knew he wouldn't be good at boosting morale, but he had an idea that could help the troops. He stood in the center of the camp then shouted "everyone, can I get you attention please." This seemed to have worked, for everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at Cain. He spoke to them with an authoritative voice "today you will destroy your enemies on the battlefield. You will fight for this planet. Today you and I are equals. We shall enter battle, and claim victory. You are no longer ordinary soldiers. You are now among the Empire. You are now a part of one of the most advanced armies of all time. You can bring honor to the name of the Empire. Go, and claim victory". That seemed to do the trick. Everyone seemed a little more pumped at least. Cain took his tools to a couple engineers, and made a few adjustments to the speeders. He decided to add a little more speed to the speeders, for it would allow them to maneuver through battle a little quicker. Cain's work wasn't done yet. He was just beginning.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha glared at Spencer as she got into the gunship. The vehicle slowly took off until it was above the battle field. Sasha could see clearly everything, her walker sending devastating barrages onto the enemy, enemy artillery responding, hover tanks zooming to the front to engage one another. She smiled. This was her chance to show the superiority of her machines to Spencer. Turning she glanced at the girl, no the woman, and smiled devilishly. Looking past Spencer she saw the ground under them, it would be such an easy thing to reach out and push the girl. There was no way she could survive the fall, not Spencer. Pushing the thought to the back of her mind so the Empathic pet couldn't detect it she laughed, "Time to use your skills, meditate like I know you do and be useful to my troops and machines."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

Eldoc moved through the battlefield, with a supernatural speed, quickened and strengthened by the force, he seemed to dance through the fight. he was trained like a Marauder, but his previous training had some bearing still so he seemed to not be as powerful as he could but that was traded for speed, as he sliced a man in half, he grined, watching his apprentice, when he could spare a moment, Eldoc laughed as he stood still while under the cover of some rebels, and began to roll a large piece of the wall through the enemy ranks.
The air filled with screams as he did so. It was dark yes, but fighting was dark, and if he didn't do this then he would be the dead one. Eldoc left @[member="Zaiden"] to his own devices, as he began the dance of death again, any hit he took strengthing his resolve. he was the Lord of Pain.

 

[Matreya]

Rubbing his shoulder, he grimaced at the blast mark. No real damage, but he had just cleaned his armor..

Holding out his hands behind himself, he caught his flying sabers and they instantly unsheathed themselves in their blazing glory. Hacking through a man as he charged at him, Zaiden began to slowly run.

Gaining speed quickly, he ducked under a man's shoulder to hack him from behind and not slow his attack. Slicing a man's neck clean, Zaiden caught the head with the force and launched it at a nearby enemy, successfully blocking the shot the man was lining up. The man soon met his demise as well.

Just as he drew his arm up for a downward strike on another, his saber was knocked from his hand with one helluva shot. But not missing a beat, Zaiden drew his Shadow Dagger and launched it straight at the shooter whom was hidden behind a corner. Just as the man popped out to line up another shot, there was a sickening squish as his blade struck home in the man's cranium. Instantly his blade sailed back towards him as he continued his spin and cut down his original target, catching his Dagger in his open palm behind his back. Grabbing his disarmed lightsaber, he once again reignited its fiery red glow as he sheathed the dagger.

Pausing for but a second, he looked for his master and set off after him. He paid the man a lot of creds, he would finish his training and the only way to ensure that was to ensure Eldocs survival on his own.

Just as Eldoc blocked the dual attack of two in front of him, Ziasen slid between his legs to continue on ahead of him swinging with a practiced fury. This was his first conquest, and he found himself rather enjoying the moment. It was more adrenaline filled then any simple battle beforehand. He knew he could grow to addiction if allowed to.

Pointing ahead, Zaiden called, "Some are heading that way! My guess that's where the heavy machinery is!"

@[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"They've built a what?"

"Well, Your Majesty, allow me to show you a piece of orbital footage-"

"You can see it from orbit?" Irritated beyond all measure, Ashin watched as the sarlacc sandworm chewed its way into an enemy formation belonging to one of Aargonar's innumerable rebel groups. "What are they doing down there?"

"Lord Velok didn't-"

"-listen to you, or anyone. No, he wouldn't. That man is quickly becoming a problem. And Val'Ryss Zankarr is exactly the wrong person to associate with him. Those two together...well, I'll have to see to it that it doesn't happen again without my personal oversight. It's a beautiful sandworm, of course..."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

As the sandworm stampeded gleefully through a rebel group, Velok brought the skiff around to fly in front of its maw. "Come on!" he roared, touching its mind with the Force. "Pay attention! Over here!"

And only then did he remember that a sarlacc was immensely old and immensely smart from all its absorbed and half-absorbed minds. And though it loved its freedom, it quite possibly hated those who had given it pain.

The sandworm paused and appeared to sniff the air.

 

[Rhace Tarrin]

Rhace was awoken from his nap by one of his troops.

"Major, Lord Velok has... um... made a sandworm with Knight Zankarr."

"...so?"

"They're about to assault the walls."

Right then. "Wolfpack! Deploy armour! We're moving!"

This meant that the entirety of Rhace's battalion were now loading up into their APCs, backed up by some battle tanks. There were a lot of them, in white slashed with a dark gray; the colours of Tarrin's Wolfpack emblazoned on their hulls, ready to fight some stupid battle. Rhace and his squads were loaded up within ten minutes, the tanks rolling out of the Conquest like water down rapids.

"All buttoned up, Major."

"Right to the target, driver. Let's take the fight to them!"

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Val'Ryss stretched out her black gloved arm and called to her new pet. The towering colossus that was the Sith worm, lowered its body and descended upon her location. The great beast dwarfed her size but gentle as a flower petal blowing on the winds, the worm lowered its head and rested it gently against her palm. She slowly caressed the beast, all the while her taint bleed into its being energizing the creature. The worm growled in pleasure at absorbing so much energy. A drak grin crossed her lips and through the force she spoke to her minion, Shh, shhh my child. You're having fun aren't you. Mmm, yes but, there is much work to do. Now let mother take you to your next feast. The Sith worm roared open its mouth. Inside a endless loop of rows of teeth going deep into its throat were revealed. The circumference of the mouth alone could swallow camps and armies whole. Turning to Master Velok, she bowed and hissed, "This one shall take the worm to finish the job." Val'Ryss then climbed into the Sith worm's mouth. The worm closed its giant jaws and buried into the sand. Small explosions of dune peaks erupted into the air. The area became murky with sand waves and sand currents, but in that time the worm and Val'Ryss disappeared. All that was left was a gigantic whole in the earth.

@[member="Rhace Tarrin"]

Suddenly the worm exploded into view in the distance, only to once again bury itself back into the sandy depths. In this patter the worm travelled great distances. The worm burst out of the earth and passed the camp she was just at. The soldiers watched in terror as a best as long as some battleships roared by them. The alchemical beast rode the dunes until it came across a unit that was travelling towards the city outskirts. As the titanic worm slithered next to the group it opened its city devouring mouth and hanging from one of its giant teeth Val'Ryss holding on by a single hand called out to the group.

"Follow this one! The worm shall cut through the city walls. Pour in after it and destroy everything!" Val'Ryss violently hissed. The worm dropped its jaws together and the dived into the dunes. Val'Ryss closed her eyes and all her dark energy poured into the worm, the worm became uncontrollably violent and full of rage. Go, devour everything. Eat until you burst! Val'Ryss sinsiterly whispered to the beast. The worm abruptly blasted out of the dunes and lead out a loud and heart crushing roar. Then it crash into the walls of the city destroying its embankments immediately then going about blowing throw buildings and fortifications. Everywhere it went giant ship sized whole were left. The city has having its defences devoured- and perhaps even those who were inside.