Invasion Crumbling Castle | NIO Invasion of TSE Held Gravlex Med and Ibanjii (Generis)

[Enyo Typhos]

Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO/GA
Kaska Arden
Equipment: Armour, Rifle, Grenades, Sidearm 1, Sidearm 2, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.

Something lurked inside the temple. Something unnatural. Enyo was not the sort to divide the world into good and evil or to describe what she sensed in the Force in terms of Light and Dark. The Force simply was. It was a machine - a massive clock, if you will, ticking away till the end of time. At the end of the day, everyone was just a cog inside it, including those who deluded themselves into thinking they were chosen ones or Sith'aris.

But she could recognise that something powerful lurked inside here. Whether it lived up to the expectations that had driven the Sith, the Imperials and the Jedi to lay claim to it was another question. Her small party had made their way into the temple. They moved with military precision, communicating with electronic signals or their hands. Not one word was spoken verbally.

Enyo's Force Senses were limited. Perhaps it was a consequence of her largely mechanical nature, or she had just inherited this restriction from her template, Siobhan Kerrigan. Thus she could not trace individuals over long distances with pinpoint accuracy. But Jedi were congregating inside the corridors. These cogs stood out in the machine.

"Split up." she transmitted to Neda, and got a ping of affirmation.
"Roger."
"Eliminate any hostiles who impede you. If Jedi can be feasibly captured, they can be ransomed, but they're not the priority. Avoid larger engagements where feasible. Help our allies where it doesn't compromise the mission. Let the Sith do the lion's share."
"Assuming they haven't left all to the grunts and deserted," Neda snarked, but quickly turned professional. "Acknowledged. Going dark. Good hunting, boss."

And so the group split up, with Neda and her collection of cyborg troopers and elite assassin droids taking one route, using their no-shows and other gadgets to shroud themselves. Meanwhile, Enyo vanished into a less busy passageway. Her steps, while obviously not completely silent, were quiet. Likewise, the stealthy features of her armour shrouded her from sight, sensors and the Force alike, at least to a degree. One Jedi appeared to have split off from the main group. Someone else could deal with the column. She raised her Uproar Blaster and fired. Once, twice. Enyo liked the Uproar, as well as sonic weapons in general. That is why all her siblings had done. Sonic weapons were a joy and fun for the whole family.

 

[Saket Keane]

Engaged with: Aaran Tafo | Valen Arenais
​

The Ubese stormed down the halls with a growing rage, quick on the trail of an escaping Jedi. His boot's thudding footfalls were soon drowned out by his booming voice, the words warped by the frazzle of his mask's respirator.

"Twehnty-six hhundred yeahrs!" His accent was thick, causing his echo to reverberate with a harsh buzz. "Destroyed! Mhy ancestor's worlds. Scattered, our szystem. Scattered, our people. Made to wander as the asteroidz. The asteroidz of our broken homez. Nehver forget, Jedi."

Saket drove onward, fists swaying at his sides with each lunging step. Rakatan or not, the temple followed a design similar to many holy sites throughout the galaxy. Meandering stone corridors and seemingly dead ends were traps for anyone running directionless in the labyrinth, their energy soon subsumed by the endless halls. Saket continued through them determined yet calculating, keeping his senses open to the signature of the young Jedi and following at a slower pace. He would find him. It would only take time.

More time than the Jedi would have left to live once found by the vengeful Ubese.

TIE fighters howled overhead, heard through the crumbled portions of the temple's ceiling. Saket paused, allowing their noise to pass. There. He focused his helm's slatted gaze to the right then turned his body to follow. He pressed on, hearing the softer scufs of his prey's boots. His hand went to the saber hanging from the chest of his Ubesian ruana. Heavy-clothed fingers curled about its leather hilt then drew it out, its yellow blade escaping with staticky snaps. It was plunged into the stone of the hall, dragging across the surface to mark his path as he marched.

"Nehver forget thheir sinz. I wohn't let you."

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Allies: NIO, GA, NJO
Enemies: TSE, Xeykard

As was often his wont, Cotan had made his way to Generis apart from the rest of the New Jedi Order forces. The news of a Rakatan temple was enough to pique his interest, beyond just another attempt to liberate a world from the Sith; hearing rumors that there was something left of the ancient Infinite Empire within the temple, however, some ancient weapon, ensured that he would make his presence known, somehow. As much as he was a warrior, he was a student of history; and beyond that, he'd long since thrown his lot in with the resurgence of the Je'daii in the galaxy. Knowing what he did, and knowing of that order's ancient struggle against the Rakata, he couldn't let such a thing remain.

But he couldn't arrive in force with the others to get to it, either. As much as he would put his trust in the members of the New Jedi Order to have his back, and in members of the New Imperial Order to stand firm against the Sith in every field they would find themselves in, he didn't know how any of them would react to the weapon, what their goals with it were...and if they differed from his, he didn't imagine any of them would be likely to listen to him when he called for its destruction. Beyond that, he was too great a target to the Sith. Too well known, too recognizable; any group he joined with would find themselves painted with an even larger target than they'd come bearing, and all their efforts would be jeopardized.

The risk was too great. Success had to come, in some manner, and if the New Jedi Order and the Imperial Knights managed to secure the Catalyst, he could always find a way to gain access to it and destroy it later. It might cost him more than a few friends, sure, but there were some things that couldn't be allowed to exist, for the benefit of all in the galaxy.

So, while the Imperials launched their attack, and the Jedi made their way down planet-side, Cotan had arrived a few days before; Kiss had dropped him off, deep in the jungle, and then left with the ship. He'd been camping and hiding out ever since, drawing deep within himself, minimizing his presence as much as he possibly could, and making his roundabout trek to the ancient temple, avoiding any groups of people. His lightsabers hung at his belt, hidden in a large pouch that could easily be assumed to carry some sort of medkit, his pair of blaster pistols each at his sides; the latter had found use over the last few days, hunting small game, making up for what little he'd dropped to the planet with.

And his sword, entirely mundane to the average observer, had been repurposed as a tool. Clearing foliage, cutting branches, even splitting wood, as the Force-imbued blade was more than durable enough for it. The only abnormal thing would be small amount of phrik armour he wore, either due to his wearing it at all or the minimal nature of it. Though, there shouldn't be any observers. And yet, as he drew closer to the temple...

Cotan stopped in a small clearing in the jungle, having just chopped aside a cover of vines and branches that blocked his way. Above the trees, he could see the peak of the pyramidal structure, not too far away; inside the clearing, a still pond sat, though a quick glance showed that it was deceptively deep. "Well, this is as good a place as any to take a short break," he muttered to himself, casting his eyes about quickly. While he had a ways to go yet before finding the entrance to the temple he sought, one that would lead quickly to the weapon, he had been hiking for hours, and needed a rest— but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

Still wary, he reached into a pocket, pulling out his datapad, and checking the note he'd been sent by Khefiir before he made his way to the planet. "Crucifixion Engine, eh? Now, where in the temple are you located..."

 

[Violet Horne]

Allies: If you think I am going to tag all of y'all, ya crazy. Dagon Kaze
Enemies: Marcis Sorr
Objective: Embrace the Light

This body of meat was disturbing.

It squelched at every movement. Sagged. A sheen of liquid slowly seeping out through holes you could barely see, unless you were right with your nose on top of the flesh stretched out over the meat in droves. It was disgusting. Every step was laborious. It took effort. Force of will to make the bones shift in the right position.

give my body back and it will go a lot easier.

You'd run the moment you'd have the chance, coward. It thought in return as it surveyed their surroundings. Dagon just before them, speaking, trying to inspire confidence. Foreign meat, lips, twisted in a wry smirk there. These Jedi were so young. It couldn't help but close its eyes, when Dagon's presence in the Force wrapped itself around them. So eager to expend their power before the battle has even begun. The shiver of valor, stirring up, was ignored because it was not a useful emotion.

Only the commune mattered.

"Together we will drive them back." It declared softly, mimicking the placid and passive voice that was so familiar. "Save your strength, Dagon Kaze, we will need it for the battle to come."

i don't sound like that.

They drew into a side passage, splitting off from the others, Kaska Arden , Viers Connory , Viera . A little presence hoped she'd see them again. It was resolute. "Something is watching us." 'Violet' murmured as it licked its lips, so dry, why was this so hard? Remember to blink. The eyeballs dry out so fast without notice.

"Can you feel it? Eyes on us in the shadows."

It stifled a grunt of frustration. The Force was difficult to sense this way, she was keeping them from their full potential. If only... if only they could be rid of her entirely.

 

[Enlil]

NEVER AGAIN

​

The Man of Iron gave words of steel to the King. In truth, it was less that he was shaken by what he saw and more the exhausting, overwhelming nature of Flow Walking that left him bereft of air, but the King was no less haunted by what he saw.

War with the Rakata had ravaged his world. Their primitive lifestyle and technological ineptitude were forever effected by the coming of a dominating war machine that they had no hope of contesting outright. The ancient indigenous peoples of Generis met with a similar fate. Enlil had not been able to watch his own people annihilated, consigned to the abyss of time.

He had seen what the Infinite Empire wrought on this world, however. He knew the two events could not have been dissimilar. As he found his breath again and warmth returned to his flesh, Enlil turned his gaze to the world below.

No more worlds would suffer such a fate.

Not ever again.

"I am the fire in this Imperial Forge," the King stated as he stood. Their approach hastened as they smashed against the planet's atmosphere and rocketed toward the Site. "The Iron is made strong because of the flames that have wrought it. So too do its enemies burn because the fire blazes."

Defiant the gravitational forces that threatened to tear his feet from beneath him, the King stood firm. His resolve kept his knees from buckling. As they slammed into the ground and Generis shivered from their arrival, the lander hissed and the doors stabilized.

"Bask in the heat, Rurik," the King offered him a bright smile, certain of himself. "This fire will only continue to spread until the Dawn of Order rises over the entire Galaxy."

Without another word or thought toward the past, the King looked to the future.

And to the Sith that would be caught in the blasting zone.

Rurik Fel
Darth Strosius | Alina Tremiru​

 

[Laertia Io]

Wearing: Black Knight Chitin

Armed with: Sword of Surt'r

Vorpal Saber

Crime Hunter's Pistol

Wrist Launcher (Sonic , Poison, Incendiary, X5)

With: Advanced Prototype

Nuetralizer Model 1 (300)

Interacting with: The Amalgam


Came to Generis in: The Shadow Bride

Objective: 3

007 hours prior...

It was never easy.

Laertia dreaded each battle she fought alongside the Sith Empire, every kill of a fellow Jedi in defence of the compact further seperating her from them.

But they refused to listen. They insisted on prosecuting this insane war instead of uniting to fight the Bryn'adul. So she would kill them as hard as possible. Inflict as many casualties as she could until they gave up.

It was an insane plan. With each slaughter she inflicted on NJO and GA Jedi, the outcry against her grew and grew. Her brutal attack on dozens of Jedi at Ziost had been captured by various battlefield recordings and distributed by her political enemies, though it stopped in some parts after it had started to lower the morale of their own.

Everyone knew who The Black Knight of Nar Kreeta was.

To those detractors, she had simply released a Galaxy-Wide communique, especially to the NJO's leader, Ryv .

It had been short, simple, and to the point:

"As long as you keep fighting this foolish war with the Sith instead of helping us all fight The Bryn'adul, I will keep killing your friends. As brutally as I can. I don't want to but I will. Send your allies and I will crush them. Aim your weapons and I shall break them. This course of action will not cease until your course of action does first. Bring a good supply of bodybags."

(Cutaway of John Rambo firing a machine gun in the air while yelling like a maniac)

She had sent it out, and then meditated, twisting the Light around her as The Bright Lord of The Sith had taught her. She was starting to look to Themis more and more as a friend than this Other that had walked back into her life. It helped that for all intents and purposes, Themis was her Grandmother.

For all that though, Part of Laertia STILL wasn't ready to commit to the Path of a Light Side Sith. She was still too afraid of the consequences of doing so.

Plus, she wasn't sure how Syd would react...

Speaking of Syd, Laertia had retrieved a weapon she believed had once belonged to her, now encased in Nullification Resin.

Hesitantly, Laertia broke its encasing open, retrieving a long handled dual-vent lightsaber that had scorch marks on its emitters.

She feared its power, but the situation she was going into was so dangerous she had little choice.

Laertia attuned herself to the terrible power within and it reacted, the tendrils of its essence so familiar, yet so alien.

"She summons us..."

Laertia darted around, spotting two feminine figures in skintight crimson armor with gold spikes running down the arms and halfway down the middle of the chest. Both resembled Syd, but with fiery orange cat eyes.

Laertia stood up, stepped back, still clutching the unnatural Lightsaber. It was hacking her nervous system. The damned thing was hacking her nervous system.

It was tapping her Force Doppelganger Ability, specifically. She had no idea how to prevent that at all.

The two ghosts of the curvy, athletic T'sid Surt'r floated over to the hesitant, silent Black Knight.

"You burn with the light so, my love..." The Ghosts said in perfect unison, each circling her, taking turns running their etherial finger under the chin of the stone faced woman.

"Who are you?" Laertia asked calmly, stoically.

"We are the blade in your hand. A symbol of our maker's great affection for you." The ghosts answered.

Laertia's organic hand glided over the scorched hilt and the ghosts seemed to shudder in delight.

"Okaaaaaayyyy..." Laertia said hesitantly, raising an eyebrow as ghostly arms slinked around her shoulders. She knew all her swords loved her but this was...new...

Thank the Force Syd was away from the Absolution, probably training Starlin or something...

"I'll need to focus on piloting..." Laertia said calmly, even as one ghost stroked her chin again.

"Of course..." they said vanishing.

Laertia finished strapping on her armor and weapons, her "Daughter", Lyssa waiting outside the Armory of their Gozanti Cruiser. Lyssa, a collection of lethal sentient Laminanium Nanites resembling a young and beautiful woman with pale skin and chestnut hair wearing a silvery version of Laertia's preferred biker gear with black spikes waited by the entrance as Laertia stepped out, face covered by black metal and a Green Visor.

"Are you ready, Lyssa?" Laertia asked, hiding her tears at going to potentially kill more Jedi to preserve the Compact.

"I am, Mother..." Lyssa replied with that ever distant, calm and even tone. This would be their first real outing...

...and it would be spent at war. With Laertia's sons and her skeletal brothers.

And they were "teaming up" with someone for whom primary kill orders were momentarily suspended...

"Mother, why do we team up with this enemy of yours when you desire her death so badly?" Lyssa asked as they walked to the docking area, her scans noting the strange and volatile energy signatures powering her Mother's melee weapons...

"Convenience...she is my only real "In" for Sith Space. This Alliance is more important than my personal disputes." Laertia explained as they entered the heavily armed black warship docked with the Gozanti Cruiser.

"Have you considered attempting to redeem her? Or if not redeem, forcibly reprogram?" Lyssa asked.

"I want neither. Nothing less than her head will satisfy me ultimately." Laertia answered as she got into the cockpit.

"She will be waiting for us on Generis?" Lyssa inquired.

"Yes..." Laertia answered, starting up the ship.

"This will be an interesting excercise in Data Gathering..." Lyssa replied serenely as they took off into hyperspace after undocking.

Present...

The Shadow Bride entered the system of Generis absolutely butchering her way through defensive starfighter formations. Lyssa watched in fascination as she studied a new side of her mother and how she fought and killed, memorizing her gestures and tactics as She fought her way to the surface to link up with The Amalgam in the jungle. The assault was already underway.

Laertia scowled under her helm as she spotted the Amalgam already in the Jungle, felt her rotting miasma of corruption beneath near impossibly beautiful features, surrounded by various women in white catsuits.

Lyssa studied The Amalgam from the cockpit and then followed Laertia out of the ship, going to meet her.

"Daughter! So good of you to show. Its a lovely area for a picnic, scenic bloodshed, atrocities getting commited by all sides. Its very relax--" the Amalgam stopped, paused as she stared at Lyssa with keen interest.

"I thought I killed you...Lura, did you cheat death once more?" The Amalgam asked, fascinated as she fixed a dead purple gaze on Lyssa.

"I've returned from another world to do battle with you..." Lyssa answered, programmed to try and psychologically attack the Amalgam at every possible opportunity upon encountering her.

"Just not today..." Laertia clarified.

The Amalgam sighed, shaking her head.

"I really wish you had joined willingly, Lura..." The Beast replied wistfully before staring at Laertia.

"Stepping up your game I see--"

The Amalgam hissed, the flesh of her and every brain Demon Witch shuddering violently as Laertia ignited the fiery teal blade.

The Amalgam backed away.

"What hideous weapon is that?! SHUT IT OFF!" The Amalgam roared, flesh shuddering at the presence of the crystal powering the blade.

"So you CAN be brought to heel, vermin..." Laertia snapped. "I'll remember that next time you start one of your annoying taunts."

The Amalgam's flesh ceased writhing and she glared at Laertia, amusement replaced by a deadly cold fury.

"That will cost you, down the road..." she said quietly, dangerously. There was no smile. Laertia took her completely seriously, because even her blood had chilled a bit at the deadly look the Witch gave her.

"Not if it costs you first..." Laertia hissed back.

"So, what's the plan?" The Amalgam asked, dropping the cold voice and grinning again, but not losing that utterly chilling death glare that gave even Lyssa pause.

"We launch a massive joint assault on the forces attacking the Temple and The Comm Base...I have more friends on the way...as a matter of fact...they should be here..."

A number of silvery mechanical skeletons, modified with cloaking devices and T-7 Ion Disruptors in hand, decloaked. The Amalgam stared at the rows of crimson ocular sensors staring back.

"The Nuetralizer has entered the Dance Floor!" one of The Nuetralizers exclaimed in a Disco Stu-like voice.

"Oooo, you HAVE been busy. Busy busy Laertia..." The Amalgam mocked, though inwardly, a small part of her was a little freaked, because the design provided an all too clear intent.

"You take Nuetralizers and Witches. I take Nuetralizers and Witches...end of discussion..." Laertia said coldly.

"This IS going to be interesting. If only you had shown this kind of promise back then. I would have murdered Ursula even sooner just to look upon you, with my 'own' eyes..." the Amalgam complimented, reaching over and stroking Laertia's helmet, which earned nothing but silence.

The Amalgam turned to the other witches.

"You follow her orders like they are mine..." she told them.

She took her half of Nuetralizers and Witches and then headed to the base at Generis, while Laertia headed to the Temple.

When the Amalgam and her forces had disappeared, Laertia ordered the Witches to go ahead, as they knew the terrain better, though she went ahead of her Nuetralizers, walking with Lyssa.

As they walked, Lyssa expressed confusion.

"Mother, there is something I do not understand..." The Nanite Assassin Droid stated.

"What is it, my child?" Laertia inquired.

Lyssa was about to ask it. She really was, but her fast learning mind, given what she had just observed, immediately put a stop to it, realizing it would do mother no good if she pointed it out, and might even elicit a negative reaction that she was certain would resemble a nervous breakdown were her mother forced to ponder it.

"I...never mind..." Lyssa said hesitantly.

Laertia shrugged, deciding not to press it as they came across their first NIO and GA forces. Nevertheless the question persisted in the Droid as she formed her arms into silvery blades, slicing viciously into a Jedi Knight as she, Laertia, the Amalgam's Witches, and the Nuetralizer launched a pincer attack on the enemy forces assaulting the temple from the exterior, Laertia cutting through them viciously with her deadly Lightsaber that pulsed with arcane forces.

The question didn't let up in the Droid, no matter who she killed as she wondered this about Laertia:

Of all the people Mother could have chosen as a lover, why did she choose the 'one' individual who resembles her arch enemy the closest?

Lyssa was suddenly glad she had not asked her Mother...she was much too high strung to be contemplating that particular psychological hand grenade.

Violet Horne

Dagon Kaze

Zaavik Perl

Viers Connory

Aaran Tafo

 

[Willan Tal]

G A L I D R A A N I
New Imperial Order
1st armoured Galidraani ARMOURED-VOLUNTEER brigade
1st Battalion, "Fighting first."
The boys: Konrad Bolter DECEASED Erskine Barran
Opposition: SF-3335 whomever else

​

Tal's column had made the first contact.

What was an otherwise uneventful slog through the jungle devolved into brutal violence. Private Kelan from 3rd company was the first victim, triggering a tripwire that turned the young private to mush in a split second and spraying his comrades and the surrounding vegetation red with gore and blood. A chorus of blaster fire erupted from ahead, peppering the vegetation and catching a few Galidraani unaware as the rest scrambled for cover. Galidraani cataphract tanks belched hot explosive rounds that landed among the canopies and distance, exploding in shades of fierce orange and yellow rending soil and foliage from the ground. Several Galidraani soldiers popped smokes and sprung forward into the no man's land where the wounded and dead lay from the ambush, dragging those they could back to the relative safety of the defence line they established.

"WHERE THE FETH IS THAT BLITHERING PONCE KONRAD AND WHERE THE FETH IS MAJOR BARRAN!"

Tal shouted as he ran from his tank and dived in the hole that quickly became a makeshift radio station, ahead and behind him the forest roared with life as the din of artillery erupted all around them. If his ears belayed him the truth, the monolithic groaning noise of metal and the swaying of the trees meant walkers were in the vicinity.


"Sir radio linkage is fractured-" shouted the radio operator hugging the other end of the hole, desperately recalibrating the signals on his radio kit to fix the issue at hand.

"I don't blithering care get a line through to Barran now!"

If he didn't get ahold of Barran or Bolter, he feared he'd be bogged down and soon cut off if the walkers drew ever nearer.
​

​

 

[Khefiir]

OBJECTIVE 3(a): OCCUPY 99% OF Laertia Io
NEAR THE RAKATA RUIN WHERE Violet Horne , Dagon Kaze , Viers Connory , AND Aaran Tafo ARE ABOUT TO GET TO WORK
NOT TO MENTION Cotan Sar'andor WHO, LIKE KHEFIIR, INTENDS TO DESTROY AND NOT SECURE THE CRUCIFIXION ENGINE
AND YET SEPARATE FROM ALL OF THE ABOVE​

Not far from the Rakata ruin, a small but furious battle was in the works. Alongside a handful of Jedi Knights - Guardians like him - Khefiir had come under attack from Laertia Io and her forces.

The big Trandoshan knew from the Ziost survivors that the Black Knight favored teleportation and heavy firepower. He knew, too, that her motives made sense - it was just that she lacked any sense of proportion.

"Prolonging thiss war benefitss only the Draelvasssier," he roared, leveling his saber at her. He moved toward her briskly, with balance, not quite a run. "Sstand down, Laertia."

 

[Laertia Io]

Laertia's Nuetralizers slaughtered with abandon, causing terror in the ranks of of the warriors trying to sieze the Temple.

Those who engaged the fearsome metal skeletons found out immediately that they were smart, much too smart for any normal Battle Droid. The creepiest thing was their sense of humor. Some of it was pre-programmed, others were the war droids slowly each developing their own brand.

Some engaged Jedi with Electro-Staves, others with vibrosword weapons, single or double blades.

"JUST DAAAANNCE-GONNA-BE-OKAY-DOOO DOOOO JUST DAAAANNNCE, SPIN-THAT-RECORD-BABE." one of them called out as it painfully gunned down four Jedi with the help of other Nuetralizers by shooting at them from multiple angles with their Ion Disruptors.

The Witches of The Amalgam cackled as purple lightning erupted from their fingers, engaging multiple enemies with double bladed Lightsabers, savagely tearing apart Padawans and Knights, absorbing their life forcibly, hurling dark curses upon their dead flesh to make them generate lightning traps.

Laertia and Lyssa fought together, Lyssa slicing through her opponents viciously with her arm blades, seizing two fallen Lightsabers, integrating them into her arms, and then using those from that point forward, slicing foes apart on a more defensive basis.

Laertia's teal blade cut through their armor like butter, flames dancing across it. She beheaded a knight just as Khefiir called her out, brandishing his weapon and telling her to stand down. Laertia angled her blade at him.

"I don't take my orders from you..." she replied. "And you are the ones helping the Bryn'adul by fighting the Sith at all at this moment. Look how many of your Jedi lay dead already. For what? To secure the NIO's power. Everyone should be working together, but you guys can't hold off killing your rivals for even a few months. This Galaxy is more important than the Jedi's feud with the Sith. You're the traitors!"

Laertia swept forward in a brutal, flowing Form One in a wide swipe for his neck, hoping to decapitate him...

 

[Khefiir]

OBJECTIVE 3(a): OBSTRUCT Laertia Io FROM INTERFERING WITH THE WORK OF THE JEDI TASK FORCE
AND, MORE IMPORTANTLY, THE WORK OF THE JE'DAII WHO IS CURRENTLY TRYING TO
DELETE THE FETAL SUPERWEAPON BEFORE ANYONE CAN CLAIM IT​

All around, the Jedi gave as good as they got. This wasn't some mob of cannon fodder: these were seasoned Jedi Guardians, and they tore into the quirky battle droids and bloodthirsty witches with grim and implacable resolve. Some, Khefiir knew, were survivors of the Sith assault on Bespin - remnants of the Cloud City Sentinels. Others had cut their teeth against the Bryn'adul, the Sith Empire, the One Sith like Khefiir.

Laertia's blade took a swipe at Khefiir's neck - and stopped dead against the hissing radiance of his lightsaber. She was stronger than she should have been, skilled in the formal styles of lightsaber combat. And yet she was a known quantity.

The Trandoshan saber instructor didn't reply to the zealot's diatribe for two reasons. For one thing, no sooner had she finished talking than she moved to kill him, mow him down like the dozens of Jedi she'd left dead on any number of battlefields. He could retort or he could fight, and the choice was stupidly obvious.

The other reason, though-

He'd given the fallen Jedi her chance.

As soon as her saber met his unyielding block, he counterattacked. He moved efficiently and precisely, wasting no energy, with his saber in one scaled hand. Laertia would recognize textbook Soresu, the third classical form. It wasn't much good at offense, but his goal - one step, one strike at a time - was to crowd her, keep her off balance, make her cede dominance of the melee space. Soresu was a shield, and shields had their uses other than sitting still and taking it.

A soul-sucking witch came a little too close while cackling and so forth. Khefiir's off hand lashed out; massive razor-sharp claws punched through the witch's skull and dropped her where she stood. The battlemaster's yellow eyes never left Laertia, and his blade never paused.

 

[Onrai]

Spoiler: Vanessa's Fleet

Vanessa's Command Fleet
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Gorgon-class Star Dreadnought | Gorgon | 10000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Despot | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Autarch | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Martinet | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Sovereign | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Harbinger | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Guardian | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Mandator | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Caudillo | 5000m | 100 | 100

Allies: TSE | Moff Drybis Lyken Seela Leini Commodore Curtis Rheardon
Enemies: NIO | Caarlyle Rausgeber

The command fleet of Vanessa Vantai once more entered into the void of space where the orbital platforms lay. Notably, however, one of the battlecruisers typically accompanying the Gorgon was missing. Due to the damage it had suffered, Whelm had been sent back to Nathema for intensive repairs after having much of its dorsal plating damaged by the impact of Gallius Orcana's cruiser. Whether this would impact the fleet's ability to appropriately engage enemy warships was, to say the least, unclear, but Vanessa did have faith in her servants - without it, nothing would be important. The flotilla slowly moved towards the enemy station, fighters and bombers primed for launch but hangar doors not yet open. Once the NIO ships had chosen to engage, then things would change. Sith were in their meditation chambers, beam weapons were charged, and missiles were in their tubes ready for launch.

How critical the situation was would be made evident in due time.

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

Armor: X | Lightsaber: X | Right Arm: X
Objective 3: Rakatan Secrets
Primary RP Opponents: Kainan
Overarching Opponents: NIO | TSE | Respective Allies
Overarching Allies: Lyra Voi'kryt
NPC Allies: Sith Warlords Conscript Corps (10,000)
NPC Fleet (Can be Played By Me for Free Fleeters): Hallowed Grave, Tuk'ata-Class Qotsisajakaar Battleships, Mutate-Class Carriers, UR-15 Lightning Strike Gunship, UR-15 Thunder's Roar Starfighter, UR-13 Crimson Bolt Interceptor

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Current on Generis​

The Knight responded with the tone and words that the Devil had expected rather than the ones he had wanted, which was still not wholly disappointing. Rather, it kept things on a smooth path for him, one he could traverse with ease rather than some unexpected venture that required greater applications of his skills. The Devil would have offered the boy a smile to match his own, but as always, the fleshless skull that was his visage prevented such a basic action.

Instead, he allowed the Knight to ready his weapon, the same beautiful argent as all Imperials held. Perfected in construction, balanced in weight, and powerful in all forms of lightsaber combat. Truly, the Imperials could never disappoint when it came to their craftsmanship, which the Devil had acknowledged quite some time ago. However, their skills were simply no equal to his own, for he had mastered the arts of engineering, artifice, synthweaving, biotech, and all related fields in ages past, fully perfecting them during his lengthy stint with the Empire. And he would show it to this Imperial now as he had countless before.

As with the smile, the cretin of mystical power met the boy's ignition of his blade and stance with his own, the standard snap-hiss of a lightsaber replaced with a thunderous crack-growl as a fuming blade of heated orange and red belched forth from the crowned hilt for the third time. Destructive waves of unstable power whipped around the base of the blade, enveloping like toxic clouds on a trash world. A weapon of death, now fed the life on an innocent by the hands of an innocent, and the life of a poor foolish girl who had nary the skill nor intelligence to face him. Would this young Knight, whose dark-grey aura spoke of deeply set assurance in his purpose and goals, be the next life added to this monstrous thing held by a more monstrous combatant?

If the Knight had anything to say about it, he would not - launching forth a hurried assault with the violence of a form the Devil quickly identified as Vaapad, a form he had some experience in dealing with. Quickly entering the fields of Soresu, the Devil barely deflected those initial strikes that struck his blade with such vengeance and desire to end the man's life, his very bones shook at their marrow from the shuddering impact. Each attempted strike by the Knight was met with a countering opposite force of an expert defense in Soresu - although its current application could have been considered the most basic method at the start of the battle. Mere blocks with tight backwards steps, the crimson blade held close at bent-arm's length and screaming with a dragon's whistle as the argent beauty crashed into it with speeder's velocity.

And as one could have expected because of this initial and most basic application of Soresu's defense, no attempt toward's the former's life was made. This was certainly because his speed was much too quick and his movements much too limber for any such attempt to be made without the Devil opening himself up to a critical strike. The Devil could even feel the magnetic pull of this assault, his own temptation to match ferocity with savagery nearly intoxicating. Drug-like. This Knight's skill with Vapaad had been made that clear that quickly.

Yet, the Devil offered no words of surprise, no yelps of shock, not even thoughts of doubt or even the very temptation that he could feel in the core of his being. No, he offered absolutely nothing save for a genuinely joyful, and unsettlingly quick, bout of laughter. A sharp series of 'HAs' that resounded around the combatants as the Knight struck the last of his opening combination. A powerful slash sent up the Devil's blade toward's the sky as the latter pushed upwards with his own counter-force, the crimson blade pointed at the rooftop and brought up in one fluid motion that left his blade sideways above his head.

An opening? The Devil decided to take it while he could and brought the crimson beast down in a half-rotating angled slash for the Knight's semi-armored neck.

 

[Rurik Fel]

M A N _ O F _ I R O N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
LORD EXECUTOR
KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE
Iron Skin | Lightsaber

THE SIGN
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Enlil wrought himself the burden, to be the flame that tempers iron. The caldera of blistering heat to consume the metal in its greatest trials. The entrance of the New Imperials to these unholy grounds was as abrasive as it was abrupt. They were not here to show mercy. Among the ruins of the Infinite Empire, only darkness lingered. Darkness. The lie. And when lies are spoken, truth must follow. There is only one truth. Order.

In the existence of the Sith, the scions of the darkness, there was no order. There was only the tyranny of chaos. Their perfidious lies ground themselves into the very gilded foundation of the trusted pillars to the Galactic system. All would soon fall under the Iron Sun. All truth be revealed. All the wickedness of this realm be brought to the blade.

Generis was only one step of many.

"Take whatever you require. Find The Catalyst, this is your duty to your Empire." Rurik commands to Enlil as they advance through another corridor of the horrid, dark temple.

"In your shadow, I will bring death on anything that dares inhibit our aim here. Forward. Only forward." Rurik commands.

He goes forth on his own, his knights and troopers along with them moving further into the Temple, be it at Enlil's flanks or to purge of the darkness.

And that was when she appeared. Like a bump in the night, abruptly, the woman in the guarded visage of the assassin, little to no subtly in her aim as she appeared in her full panoply of war, she spoke with the boldness to command him, to make the attempt to sway the indomitable from his path.

He regarded her with a brief appraisal of his narrow eyes beneath the metal visage, the argent blade clutched tightly in his right hand, the very hand severed and strewn once more in metal by The Devil, Kascalion. Marred and grounded in a deep, perpetual pain the rest of his body was, tempered by his grip of The Force to make the pain as it truly was. The illusion.

"Halt!"

"Leave while you still have the opportunity!"

He paused in his step for a moment, the foreboding plant of metal against stone halting for the slightest moment before he spoke up.

"No."

He said, only the idle thrum of his blade hot in ignition the audible

"You are not as they are...you are something else. I can only sense...the pain. And I assure you, if that feeling...of loneliness, of agony torments you now...you will find no reprieve in hindering me. Step aside"

"Otherwise..." He says and he continues to walk toward her forebodingly, his agonizing pace as slow as it was threatening as he neared her.

"Your end is nigh."
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ALLIES | NIO | Kainan | Ryv | Dagon Kaze | Paz Koon | Enlil
ENEMIES | TSE | Ingrid L'lerim Coordinated | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius

 

[Kelig Ward]

Generis Base AO
Tag: Rika Hiro | Don Belkora
Opposition: None, but feel free to oppose!
General Loadout: Storm Recon MK.II | LS-1 "Angry Owl" | Glie-50 Sidearm

[THEME]​

Traversing the jungles wasn't so difficult for this Agent of COMPNOR, he'd been through it all. You name an environment and he's been there. The jungle that held the Generis Base was nothing to him but a route of choices for him to take. In this case, it'd be in the form of stealth and precision. He loaded the ballistic weapon onto his person after cycling a suppressor on. One that was encased with leaves and camouflage like his armor. As the stealth shuttle hovered ever so slightly above the grass and the door opened, the Agent took note of the terrain ahead and rushed off to his first overwatch position. Everyone had a role to play in this theatre of espionage and Agent Yubari was the one to take the stage, while Ward and Chief Belkora handle things behind the scenes.

A branch cast to one side, another branch cast to the other. Ward clambered onto the piece of elevated terrain he could acquire, taking his position there at a relatively slow and steady pace. His stomach was against the grass and his rifle was held over his arms as he crawled over to the edge of the hill. Once the right angle was acquired, he propped the sniper's bipod onto the soft and humid grass. He began scanning the area for any patrols or OPFOR with the use of his scope. If any were to be found, he'd be sure to keep track of them and mark them on map through his wrist device.

But a request for his assistance was called over from Agent Yubari and it did not take long for the Gravewalker Marksman to adjust bearing. A slight turn and correlating with the directions marked at the top of the scope, the sith patrol duo was spotted. Ward adjusted the scope to take distance and windage manually. While the distance wasn't far, there was no room for the Sniper of the team to miss.

"Copy, I got visual."

A deep intake of oxygen was granted to the marksman as the reticle hovering over the farthest foe was still. His eye slowly glanced down the scope's sight picture to keep the other patrolman accounted for. His gaze then was set back at the tiny red reticle and the breath was released with the pull of a trigger. The zooming round struck true, piercing the helmet and sliding itself into the enemy's cranium. With a slight adjustment downward, Ward pulled the trigger a second time and fired at the last member of the duo. It was a silent shot that punched through metal and flesh. Right. Through. The middle.

With a finger moving away from the trigger, Ward replied. "Patrol sentries are down, you're clear to move."

As his former squad leader would mentally note: So far so good.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Rakatan Temple ruins, Generis
Objective III.: Rakatan Temple | Super Weapon
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Writing with: Rurik Fel

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

The man was left alone, everyone else scattered from his surroundings. However, he stopped for only a moment after the order. To tell you the truth, Ingrid didn’t even expect it to have any effect on that. It was a war, and such a high-ranking “officer” of a state will not blow a retreat just because someone commands it. Not even if that person is an Empress, yet on paper they were not even enemies.

The man’s next sentence was really surprising to the red-haired woman. It was something she did not expect. It was really different; perhaps really the only non-Darksider in this place, not against her pain and emptiness either. Not to mention the other things. Others would have become a Dark Side Force User long time ago, but Ingrid was more sober than that. At the same time, she realized that she could even handle her mental pain well. Was this strength it was already suppressed? The woman found it very possible because it had worn Runi enough before her death when she shared with her how she felt.

"Grief!" corrected the man, and a deathwish, the man could feel it. "You are different from the ones I have met so far. Not many are able to feel any emotion from me or from my direction."

There was some recognition in her voice. Those who were like these usually soon became allies and friends because they were similar to her. That is why she took the courage to think the man also knows this feeling, the grief or just the eternal, never-ending pain. Only such a person recognizes another who suffers from the same. Shook her head at the end.

"I can not do that; I can't stand aside, you know that."

But if she could have done so, her personality would not have allowed her either. As the man moved forward in her direction, she pulled out the two vibroswords from her back. As moved, she even took a look at the Eternal Imperial armband on her left arm. The Empire will be fine; she took neither offensive nor defensive posture, only lowered her arms with the swords.

So waited for Rurik Fel to arrive and he to start the fight. The Empress may have had a desire to die, but without a fight and a fight she would never have given up her life…

 

[Tantalus]

TITAN SQUADRON
TIE/VX VANGUARD
ENGAGING: Seela Leini

"Give me a fully loaded TIE fighter and I'll shake the gates of heaven."

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"Howlrunner this is Tower. We have control. Stand by."

Colonel Tantalus exhaled impatiently through his life support. He was not impressed with this star destroyer's deck crew. Too little respect for their betters. Too many alien degenerates slowing down efficiency. At least it was preferable to being tyrannized by sorcerer kings. Such an arbitrary way of determining society's elite or so the noble heir reasoned.

"Vanguard 3-2-0-9, clear forward. Navcon, green. Interval, check."

Anticipating the final pre-launch sequence, Titan Leader took hold of his starfighter's flight stick.

"Charging cable disengaged. Magnetic field open. Thrust positive. Gloria Imperium!"

"Gloria Imperium," Tantalus echoed.

Familiar jolts of sublight engaging provoked a small smirk. After so many years flying for Imperial Starfighter Corps deploying into space was entirely muscle memory. Even when the first stabs of laser fire flashed passed his hull Titan Leader could tell from the TIE's vital readouts that his heart rate had barely accelerated. That was good.

"Alright Titan Squadron, looks like we've pulled escort duty. Adjust formation to fall in with Dragoon Squadron. Target: Sith Harrower cruiser. Designation: Basilisk."

Spoiler

TITAN SQUADRON

• 8x TIE/VX Vanguard

DRAGOON SQUADRON

• 8x TIE/HB Bruiser

 

[Sol Stazi]

ECLIPSE TEAM
76TH PATHFINDER REGIMENT
GALACTIC ALLIANCE ARMED FORCES

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Strong hands yanked the legionnaire's helmet back by the base, plunging a combat knife into their neck and activating its vibro generator. Major Stazi tore through soft flesh in a sawing motion, severing vocal cords as he collapsed back with his victim into the dirt. This one was strong and continued to struggle. The duros absorbed wild elbows and haymakers, tightening his grip on the enemy trooper's bloodied mask and accelerating the pace of each stab into more of a pumping motion.

His face was strained with concentrated effort. Violent death spasms from a soldier almost twice his size nearly accomplished what their frenzied blows could not. After a few more seconds the legionnaire finally went still and all Sol could hear was the sound of jungle ambiance and his own heavy breathing. False security. He knew there were more patrols out there. After all the Pathfinders had already been on Generis for over two days.

They had deployed to the surface off sensors using stealth U-Wings and a high altitude low opening jump with anti-gravity chutes. For most of Eclipse Team's time behind enemy lines their mission had been that of low footprint intel gathering. Major Stazi and the others observed Generis Base from a distance, outlining the perimeter and documenting as many patrol routes as they could. As far as he knew the Sith never even noticed they were here.

All that changed a few hours ago when he finally reestablished communications with Alliance Command. Eclipse Team received new rules of engagement. Eliminate any jungle resistance the duros and his team could find. Sol knew that meant the Marines would be landing soon if they hadn't already...as well as their Imperial 'allies'. Thoughts of friendly fire accidents flashed through his mind. After all it was difficult to tell bucketheads apart.

Major Stazi retrieved his blaster rifle before washing some of the dead legionnaire's blood off his face and hands with a canteen. He was leaning up against a thick tree while he regained his breath. A jungle pattern poncho made him look all but invisible through a pair of macrobinoculars. Mud slathered over blue flesh lowered his body temperature's emanations enough to confuse distant sensor scans...or so he hoped.

"Vullen, come in," Sol activated his helmet's integrated comlink, "Status?"

ALLIES: Suri Vullen Aaris Kolden
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire
LOADOUT:

• Blast Vest & Helmet​
• Camouflage Poncho​
• GLX Firelance Rifle​
• SSK-7 Heavy Blaster​
• Combat Vibroknife​
• Class-A Thermal Detonators (Bandolier)​

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Generis //:
//: Allies //: Viera //: Violet Horne //: Kaska Arden //: Dagon Kaze //: Zaavik Perl //: Auraya Irath-Ur //: Ryv //:
//: Engaging //: Alina Tremiru //: Darth Strosius //:
//: Welcome to your life; there's no turning back //:

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Traveling to Generis was an event in the Padawan's life that she doubted she'd forget. Her companions' swirl of emotions varied from excitement to dread, and Viers felt all of it. For most of the way, she remained quiet and semi glued to Viera's side since the woman was, in a sense, more comforting through the range of emotions. Having been secluded with an old emotionless Jedi Guardian didn't prepare Viers for what she was getting herself into. ​

Sitting there, she clutched the pair of lightsabers tightly, knuckles turning white. A grin on her face as she continued to try and process what she had gotten herself into. Battlefields were places she had only heard stories of, while the stories were romanticized into something full of glory - Viers knew deep down it wasn't like that. Best case scenario, she'd live somehow but watch others die. Hopefully, she'd escape without getting the honorary Jedi war crime. ​

Looking finally at Dagon, she watched his mouth move - he was saying something, probably something inspiring, but his words didn't make sense in the mush mess of her brain. She looked at him with a quizzical looking, until the others got up and started to head out. Standing, Viers felt the sudden feeling of calm and a fortification of her resolve. Shrugging, she assumed she found her grit. ​

The next few moments were a blur, but she finally found her senses when Viera spoke to her. "Oh." Viers looked down and noticed she was still clutching her lightsabers for dear life. She clipped them onto a pair of holsters that were strapped to her thighs. "Sounds like a plan, but I don't need this stuff." As she spoke quietly, she waved her hand through the foliage and smirked. "Watch." Waving to the older knight, Viers suddenly faded into the folds of the Force. A small unique talent, from what she garnered from the others not doing it, the Padawan knelt and crept along the ground towards the…​

Looking over her shoulder, she whispered, "Where are we going again?" It wasn't like Viera could see Viers, but she leaned back on her heels as her arms resting lazily on her knees in a squat. Maybe she should have let Viera lead.​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Secure the Rakatan Temple, Kill anyone that gets in the way
Location: Outside the Rakatan Temple
Equipment: Lightsaber
Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO / GA
Tags: Alina Tremiru / Viera / Viers Connory / Enlil
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Ah good, we've got some back up.

If there was only one sight that calmed his nerves before battle, it was the sight of Legionnaires filing out of transports. Thankfully by now proper orders had gotten through, right as the combat was about to begin of course but better late than never. They were certainly going to need them, he could practically feel the numerous Force Users barreling down on them.

All the more to put down I suppose.

He was stirred from his thoughts by a familiar voice however, spinning around to see Alina approaching him. All at once waves of relief and worry cascaded over him, but a smile formed on his face nonetheless. She had been on his mind ever since he had heard of the upcoming invasion, but prepping and organizing a defense had offered a distraction from his worries about her. Now though, she was right there.

He was glad that he knew where she was, but the thought that she might be harmed in this holdout was...well he didn't want to think about that. All he could hope for now was that they could hold the line without her getting hurt. Had it not been for the inevitable attack heading their way, he probably would've rushed to hug her. Unfortunately, they did have priorities. The hugging could wait until after, as much as it pained him to say it.

"The situation? Same as usual, we've got inbound enemy forces set on slaying whatever would get in their way. Of course, they're hitting the walls of Sith and Legionnaires. So I doubt they'll be as enthusiastic for long." That was the plan anyway.

Of course, they weren't really prepared for a siege of any substantial nature. Thankfully the jungle would keep too many vehicles from being in play, just by existing, so that was one advantage in their favor. "And if it all goes to chit, then our environment will help to spread out their advances. Reduce the advantage of numbers, lure them into smaller groups and put them in killzones. That sort of thing."

Alisteri did his best to sound professional, but once he was sure that no one was looking, he quickly shot a hand out to take one of hers and give it a reassuring squeeze. To say that he was worried would be an understatement, but there was no room for worry here. No room for doubt. He had to believe that they were both going to get through it alright, and together they stood a good chance to do just that.

They had to stand strong.

"We have our orders. Hold them back until either they break or the planet falls." His hand reluctantly left hers, his gaze shifting to the defenses that they had erected. There were plenty of spots to slip in, but that was what they had patrols for. "Honestly I'm kind of relieved. No citizens to evacuate, no acolytes to get in order to evacuate items, no prisoners to hunt down, we just sit back and let them hit our blades."

With any luck, they would be able to withstand the onslaught heading their way.

 

[Kainan]

Y O U N G _ C O N Q U E R O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
LEGATE ACTUAL
KNIGHT OF THE EMPIRE
Armour | Lightsaber
Engaging: Kascalion Giedfield

E M B R A C E _ T H E _ B E A S T
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To possess the ability of the Jedi -- the skill to be at one with oneself whilst in the throes of battle -- was not a skill that Kainan could hone. Facing an entity that had gone so deep into the abyss and had come back, and to have transformed into something that could even rival the void he had stepped from possessed a draw to the rising fury of his strikes that he could not explain. He could feel it, and within, it made sense. That constant conflict between lessons of neutrality, and the lessons of the crimson shadow. Coupled with the natural element of the Dark Side that rested in the Rakatan Temple, the chance for Kainan to restrain himself never existed.

Momentum gained from pressing the attack first upon the Devil, Kainan moved quickly, with a bloodthirst that could only be rivaled by the monster in front of him. Slashing through the air, he was quick and oppressive in his moves. From one side to the other the argent blade flashed, the steady hum of the Imperial Knight's blade meeting the malevolent crackles and unsettling groans of the Dark Lord's unstable saber. Holding the hilt two-handed, the Sith was pushed back, again and again, for despite his longer reach, the speed with which he was matched with against the Youthful Knight balancing at least one of his inherent disadvantages.

For there was no reason to combat this Sith handicapped. A being that had de-limbed the likes of Rurik Fel and battled the Crestfallen Knight Bastard . The latter he had observed in the tunnels on Nyriaan. And the Devil again had been observed on Brosi, the ilk of Sith he brought with him always growing in number each time the Imperials came across the once man. To put an end to the monster here? Kainan would be regarded as a Hero like none other within the Empire.

The towering Sith employed calculated movements with the saber. Short and tight manipulations of the blade so his wider, aggressive buffeting slashes turned aside. And Kainan's frustration could only roll off of him in droves. Soresu. Kainan thought with rampant disgust before recognition settled in. A larger opponent? A Sith on the defensive no less? He's waiting. The realization hit Kainan like a rancor, and before he could restrain himself, his saber went up, his guard open for the Dark Lord to strike him down. The muscles in his visage stretched, surprise both at his too slow reading of the fight, and for his guard to be opened. A thing that Kainan, in all his hubris had not once expected, even against the Dark Lord.

The sound of the Sith's laughter echoed off the towers of stone that rose into the sky. Their sound filling his ears beyond the almost impossibly loud pump of blood and adrenaline that pushed him for survival.

Unbalanced by the parry, as the crimson beam of hate arced down towards his throat to cut his head clean from his neck, Kainan's features transformed into a hardened glare. As if the look he gaze the Sith could freeze him in place, a singular hatred for all beings of the Crimson Shadow. The pale blue gaze that the Once Sith gave the Devil, rivaled the cold of the frozen waters on Hoth. And behind those orbs of manifested hate, the Will of the Empire was ablaze; Defiance.

With the parry, his secondary hand, the right vacated its hold on the silver hilt. Twisting instinctively to try to get away from the blade, Kainan's arm raised upwards. Bending and flexing over the side of his head, forearm twisted to meet the oncoming saber head on.

The collision of crimson on gray was expected. At least by Kainan.

Cortosis-weave inlaid within the plating along the forearms met the Sith's lightsaber. The intense heat and power behind it crackled against his arm that acted as a bulwark to protect from pending decapitation. The material itself the ilk of lightsabre resistance. In typical cases it was capable of shorting out lightsabres instantly. Still with the Force employed by the Sith to crush the smaller Knight, Kainan crumpled under its power. His own resplendent blade deactivating on the other side of him as he collapsed, shoved down to his knees before the Sith, as if he was swearing himself to the Dark Entity.

His saber hand splayed out across the ground, the only thing holding him up from collapsing completely to the stone roof. Lurching to the side in expectance of a new attack, Kainan's saber came up again, his body twisting to the side, though still facing the Sith as his hand thrust out towards him. A smaller target. The silver saber sprouted out again as Kainan's finger brushed across the ignition, the rising beam in the midst of traveling to the centre of the Devil's being... To impale him, there and then!

Allies | NIO | NJO | Rurik Fel | Enlil | Dagon Kaze | Kaska Arden | Violet Horne | Viera | Khefiir | Zaavik Perl |
Enemies | TSE | Kascalion Giedfield Combat | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Valen Arenais |