Invasion Darkness Rises; the Battle of Kintan - TSE Invasion of SJO Kintan

[Cara Dorniarn]

Location: Knee-deep in droids-turned-debris.
Objective: Keep at it.
Tags: Joycelyn Zambrano Darth Carnifex Tekkio Taeli Raaf Darth Prazutis

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The subterranean forces breached the soil at their destination and hungry growls, both mechanical and organic, filled the air around the towers.The Rumblers let down their ramps and from them poured scores of legionnaires bent on being the hands and feet of the Empire. Sithspawn crawled and galloped on their own rampages, and all together it was lovely.

As the forces of the Empire coalesced above those below remained in the heat of battle. The eight legionnaires about Cara remained strong, though their reserves of ammunitions had taken a toll. Muen still engaged in battle with a gallant approach as he fired at the enemy using the sling on his left arm to cradle the blaster and barked at the others not to coddle him. If they made it through this, Cara had already drew blueprints in her mind for the future. Did this mean she was distracted? Not at all. She was simply in a good mood.

While themselves pushed ever further into the belly of Kh'aris the blips of subterranean units on Cara's map had made it to the surface, and news of their success over comms prompted Cara to communicate with the Kushiban and the general, "Attention, we've got access topside. Units deployed." The dry tone, as usual, failed to betray her excitement, even while she flung a Kintan soldier into the blast of a droid's cannon. Cara sent a broadcast to those around her, minding them to be aware of detonations from above. While they worked their way back to the tunnels Cara would move between the ranks where needed, until otherwise specified, and right now she and the legionnaires left from defunct Rumblers were hitting hard.

The blasts from the cannon in her hand had been splendid, but after extensive use as a both battering ram and crowd breaker it was spent. Cara whipped the chunk of metal around, launching it into the only droid she saw remaining in her quarter of space. The projectile smacked into its chassis and she followed up by running, sliding between its legs, and punching out a knee as she got behind. Electricity sparked as the droid had fallen back, two fists exploding from its midsection then pulling away. The bar on her HUD blinked in a frantic warning. The energy from the shield needed to vent, but how could she best utilize the thirty second pause? The SJO that surrounded her would do. She threw a burst of the Force around her, throwing back the soldiers. Seizing one by the collar of his armored vest and the other by her helmet, she held them up as soon-to-be-examples.

"Activate release protocol."

The vents on the back of the Bonzami ll began to glow red. One of the soldiers in her grasp, the man, had no helmet. Unfortunate for him, as the vents soon glowed yellow, and the skin on his face began to steam. The pain gave him a wakening jolt and his scream hung in his throat. The female was clawing at the hand wrapped around her visor, but whatever comprised the transparent material was fracturing under the mechanical grip. The other SJO got to their feet and raised weapons. The vents were white, and while Cara felt only a measure of the heat the male in her grasp had succumbed to the burns that spread over his exposed head. In her other hand she crushed the visor, allowing the intensity of the burned energy to flood inside. Though at first high the shriek died down quickly, and the hands wrapped around her arm fell limp. With an enraged yell a soldier braved the radius of heat, opening fire at the engineer. Cara moved the female's body to soak the metal slugs, sidestepping then to Force throw the corpse at him. The bar above her HUD showed all blue. Molecular shield was back online.

Time to finish this mess.

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Objective: Stop the Padawans from being morons
Allies: Kyra Perl | Acaadi | Kat Decoria | Jerek Morrows
Enemies: Darth Prazutis

"What the frell... all of you," Judah shouted at the Padawans as he pressed the force into his legs and ran into the fray. There was so much taking place the Knight knew he would not account for everything. What he knew was as long as Jerek Morrows kept the Sith Lord busy, Judah could focus his attention on the padawan learners who were all doing things they had not been trained to do, or was far too powerful for them to try.​

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He hated Kyra's defiance in the moment. Absorbing the darkness as she did without redirecting was stupid, besides, this was not simple lightning she was trying to play with, and Tatanimus was a precise skill that even some masters struggled with. Sensing a new presence attached to Kyra, Kat's force energy only made Judah curse even more. Acaadi was also equally as dumb. They should have been running, they were the future. It was not their place to sacrifice themselves so others could live. It was simply not the order of things, and while JJ usually did not care, this time he did.​

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Judah did something extreme. Stepping in front of Kyra, JJ intercepted the flow of energy. His father had tried to explain this to him before. Judah was simply a conduit, and if he tried to collect the energy it was not going to work. JJ had to redirect the energy, and there was no better place than back at the Sith Lord it came from.​

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Breathing in deep, JJ extended his left arm, lifting his palm to absorb the energy. It was excruciating. Several seconds passed where it seemed as though JJ was going to collapse in the same way Kyra was about to. Fighting, JJ presented his right arm and thrusted his plam outward toward Darth Prazutis .​

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How would he deal with his own energy?​

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His mind pressed into the other Padawans trying to help Kyra.​

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"GET OUT OF HERE NOW! THIS IS NOT A SUGGESTION!!"​

 

[Darth Bellum]

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K O R _ V E X E N

| Location | New Kalandra, Kintan​

| Objective | ...​

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Vexen's saber swung with vicious force, flying mere centimeters from Morga who had done an excellent job of dodging his way around each one, Vexen taking hits he knew would be blocked by his armor as an opportunity to close the distance between the two even more. Sparks would fly, sabers clashed, the splashing of water at their ankles flying up as the two were locked in a deadly dance of blades.​

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It appeared that Vexen had resorted to the brute strength of his own in an attempt to overpower Morga, not bothering to showcase his skill with other lightsaber forms, it was merely an enjoyable experience for the Anzati to find an opponent that wasn't immediately cut down - an experience he was keen on stretching out. He was intentionally holding back, whether the Jedi realized that or not was of little consequence to him. Vexen swung his saber, the weight behind it colliding with Wyatt's in an attempt to knock the blade out of their hand only for the Jedi to deflect it with grace; a vicious tide battling the natural flow of water.​

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Then came the moment of opportunity for Morga as their blades locked. Where Vexen moved to place his armored hand on his own blade to push Morga down, the Jedi moved to swing his fist into Vexen's midsection. The blow would connect as the Force empowered strike sent a visible ripple through Vexen as a grunt was heard. Vexen's saber was switched off as the blow sent him sliding back away from Morga as he held a hand to the impact site, while his free hand was submerged in water to keep him balanced. ​

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The underlying gel stiffened in response to the blow as Vexen seemed still for a moment as he was sizing up his own injuries; ruptured organs, fractured and broken bones yet somehow the Anzati's own sheer force of will seemed to keep him composed. A hacking cough was heard as Vexen splattered the inside of his helmet with blood that came up as he began to breathe heavily. Everything was a rush to the Anzati - here for the first time in many years was someone who had actually made him feel something. A rush of adrenaline staved off the pain as he let out a vocoded chuckle before breaking out into a genuine cackle between coughs of blood. The Anzati would pull his hand away from his midsection as a splash was heard as he let it fall into the water, revealing the dented Phrik plating from where Wyatt had managed to land his blow. ​

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An ominous purple glow began to crackle around Vexen's forearms as the Anzati looked up from his position. Like a shark in bloodied waters, he was slowly beginning to build up to a frenzy, barely keeping back the intense bloodlust and hunger that gnawed at his bleeding insides as he spoke, " Well done Jedi... Morga was it? I will remember that name well...You will make an excellent addition to my Sea of Memories...When the time is right and you are facing me at full strength. I will give you the opportunity to run without pursuit... " An extremely powerful electric shock was sent out into the waters they both stood in. Vexen's armor would do well to insulate the electricity, but the Jedi did not have anything that could afford him such protection. " But know that if this battle continues, one of us will die - and I assure you, I do not intend to die this day, not after being shown such excellent prey. "​

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If the Jedi chose to flee, Vexen would honor his promise, and not pursue the Jedi, hoping that one day the two will meet once again in the future for a fair fight with both of them at full capacity. If the Jedi chose to stay, he was likely going to find himself in an even worse position with a high chance of being electrocuted into submission - and the fight would continue at which point he would fight Vexen going at full capacity to indulge his bloodlust guaranteeing that one of them would die. ​

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| Wyatt Morga |​

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Assault Fortress Kh’aris from beneath.
Location: Fenn’s Cavern.
Tags: Cara Dorniarn Darth Carnifex Lorale Farmar Darth Prazutis Taeli Raaf Tekkio Lirka Ka | Kiff Brayde Kyra Perl Jerek Morrows Kat Decoria Acaadi Valkren Calderon

Spoiler

Troops: Varanin Legion.
Burrowers:Rupturer, Festerer,Blighter, Rumbler.
Fighters: Ravagers, Natasizi-tatek, Poisoners.
Equipment: Imperator’s Raiment, Zaudraka, SIF-7 Minos, Grenades.

“To the princess!” "Quickly!"

The words of her legionnaires were near drowned out by the searing rage that encased Joycelyn’s mind. Every swing of her sword resounded with the ringing of metal on metal as she tore through droid flesh alike. Their blasters and slugs, ripping hands and vibroknives, all tore at her blackened plate. Their edges scratched and the heavy blows eventually dented the metal, but the berserker within did not yield in her assault.

The blue fire that flowed out of the armour’s edges snapped like serpents, popping, crackling, and they clogged the gaps of her defences.

Droids seized her arms as her sword plunged and twisted inside one of their hulls. She felt their robotic death-grips seize upon her limbs and hold her still. She resisted, more helped hold her. More hands. More knives scratching on her plate for purchase.

A voice in her helmet cut through her anger.

“Attention, we’ve got access topside. Units deployed.”

“Nyashjontû Wo!” She roared, and in response she heard the call of her troops: “Imperius! Imperius!”

The call was like a fan to her flames. Their belief, their loyalty, their devotion to her and their empire filled her with a surge of passion, fuel for her strength, her power, their victory. She pulled her hands in to her centre, then pushed out in every direction. The force coalesced around her, and the cold, blue flames flickered low for a moment, then exploded. As the repulse blasted the droids asunder and afar, tendrils of blue flame lashed out like whips. Where they touched, sand turned to black glass, bodies to ash and distant memory.

“And the fury of Vahl was fire, sated only by blood of the fallen.”

She ripped Zaudraka out of the metal corpse that had caught it and raised it up high. Fire licked along the blade, interrupted by snaps and cracks of electric arcs running from her, to the sword, and to the ground. The tails of blue fire latched themselves to ground, wall and ceiling in spirals connecting at the point of Zaudraka. Joycelyn then lowered the tip in the direction of the droid assault. The fire followed the tip and rained down, then formed a wall of fire hot enough to compromise metal and sear flesh in an instant.

“Varanin Legion, begin ascension.”

Above the ground, it was a bloody feud. Legionnaires fought Rangers and kintan troops while bombs rained from the sky. The dead rose and walked again under the sevice of the Sith, while monsters ripped and tore their way through all resistance. Now, Rumblers burst from underground and unleashed fresh Imperial reinforcements. The sithspawn contigents that were sent up to the surface made sub-tunnels and used acid to pop up and pull their foes down into their new lairs.

And in the deep, Joycelyn held the wrath and fire of Vahl.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Location: New Kalandra, In the streets sewers streets.
Allies: Elise
Enemies: Darth Bellum

The Sewer shook with darkness - quaked at the building pressure within; and Wyatt at the eye of the storm. There were an eccentric amount of them, flooding from Kor’s frenzy from being hurt, to Elise’s own; and it took all he had to calm himself in that moment, as the lightning tore through the waters towards him. His breath was calm, and his training in tutaminus worked for only the brief moment he needed it to -​

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To redirect the force of the lightning to the Sewer above. With the force of Kor’s lightning, Wyatt cried out as it released from his fingers at the ceiling between them - collapsing it in a deafening explosion. In those final moments, as the rocks fell between them, Wyatt offered a simple smile to Kor - be it for waiting for the next time they’d meet, or that he had completed his mission, it was hard to say.​

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But it was a smile.​

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Almost as soon as it was done, Wyatt began to rush down the sewers to the presence he knew well; Elise, and the emotions that racked their connection, forcing him to almost cringe - his own heart beating in time with hers. He spoke slow through telepathy, working towards her position as fast as he could;​

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“Elise… Stay calm. Create a distraction - At least give them the chance. The Force will guide them.”, he offered through a tight lipped mind.​

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The reality of it was that staying longer would see the Master die with them; and Wyatt could feel that strain growing ever deeper, that exhaustion beginning to ache in his joints and muscles with every passing step. Water splashed as he began to suck in air, finding a ladder to climb to the surface;​

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“Give the command Elise. Before its too late.”, he pleaded as he forced himself up the aging, rusted ladder.​

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“Let the ones on the transport live, we will come back for the others.”​

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“We will come back.”​

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He broke free and glanced about, watching as the sun drove his eyes nearly shut. The sky was shrouded in Sith Warships, fighters, and the distant cries of war. The city was lost, they had to regroup, prepare a counter attack - but first they had to escape, to see another day. As much as Wyatt could feel that pain of abandonment drive itself ever deeper…​

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He knew abandonment was the only way to save them all.​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Fortress Kharis Ruins
Tags: Darth Carnifex , Joycelyn Zambrano , Fiolette Raaf, Taeli Raaf , Vandra Zambrano , Jerek Morrows , Kyra Perl , Kat Decoria , Acaadi , Vaulkhar , Judah Lesan

E N O U G H
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Struggle.
Sacrifice.

The Scourge of a Thousand Worlds watched as his destructive blast collided with the shield of the selfless Padawan learner, he watched as it burned so hot it turned everything it touched to glass before its fury, observing as it obliterated every soul it touched. Inside he could feel every death and feel the final moments of the deceased, almost as if the flames danced on his own skin. The Lord of Death savored the last moments of every single victim who passed into oblivion while he carefully observed as the young padawan far in over her head was drowned in corruption, her resistance faltering with every passing moment. It was foolish to think that she could ever hope to stand against him, to find hope in her stand was futile. It wouldn't earn her a place in the pages of history nor would it earn her recognition for standing against the darkness, she would be remembered as a victim who stood against the darkness and was dashed against the rocks. Their brave struggle was merely an amusement to the Sith Lord who stood motionless before them, his face devoid of emotion.

Why?

They had no idea just how many he'd butchered over the course of his time in the Sith Empire alone, how many worlds he set ablaze, how many populations he butchered. For he was the Shadow Hand of the Sith Emperor, Wrath of the Sith'ari, The Reaper in Black Iron, Hammer of Kaine Zambrano. While the Sith Emperor, the Dark Lord would charm them with his benevolence, sway them with his wisdom the Shadow Hand lurked like a looming shadow over everyone and everything. A clever façade pulled over the eyes of everyone, blinding them to the world the Lord of Lies wanted them to see. If such simple minds had any idea just how many lives he took their minds would shatter like tempered glass, snap like the limbs of an ancient tree, crumble like stone. Their lives meant for nothing, their stand was for nothing. All it would inspire was a mass grave of corpses, a charred tomb world to display to the known galaxy of the fate of the Silver Jedi. It was decades before the Sith Order achieved a final victory over the Mandalorians but they had done it, and the warrior culture paid dearly for it. The assembled force thought themselves strong, they thought themselves formidable. How couldn't they for they stood against such a force?

It was all a lie.

The Dark Titan's application of dark fury was merely a fraction of his immeasurable power, a test to goad them all into action. It was part of this amusing game of the mind, the world of fear he surrounded them all with. The façade began to fall away the moment the sharpened rocks shot from one of their number closed in, the longest and sharpest of their number piercing his very flesh in groups over his torso. In all accounts it looked like a highly successful assault against the massive eight foot giant. But was it? The Sith Lord didn't so much as react as the piercing strikes cut through his flesh, black viscous blood flowing out from behind them. There was no reaction of pain that rolled through the massive giants body, it was as if he didn't feel the strike at all. A flick of his finger ripped every shard from his pierced flesh and already the wounds began to carefully close, its regenerative abilities kicking in rather quickly. The Shadow Hand merely shook his head and spoke he wasted no breath in his words, he no longer preached to the group nor did he try to use words to instill fear into every single one of them, yet it was equally terrifying.

"It's over."

Then he was gone.

The force flowed through his body vastly augmenting his speed as the immense Sith Lord became a blur across the battlefield the very ground rumbled beneath his charge. The shield of force energy that protected them from his fire was already crumbling under the weight of his assault, it had no change of stopping the momentum of the six hundred sixty pound frame of such a behemoth. There was the snap hiss of an immense lightsaber, sickly green blade billowing vile smoke and radiating dark energy from the long blade. The Destroyer crashed through the protective barrier and continued his charge like a falling mountain, an avalanche, a freight train right into the courageous Jedi Shadow standing before him, fully intending to run the man over in a furious ultra violent barrage.

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[Aerarii Tithe]

Location: Outside the arena
Objective: Supporting Sergeant Karina Lowe and H Company
Allies: Karina Lowe | TSE
Enemies: Elise | Nick Dragovalor | SJO
Post: 7


What in the name of the three moons of Kothlis is taking so long?

Aerarii could feel an icy dread building in his stomach. While the convoy's journey to this point had been through an active war zone, at least they had been on the move. Sitting still, while artillery shells and bombing runs continued around him, did not feel like a wise decision. The bureaucrat’s head, peaking out the top hatch of his Repulsortank, swivelled back and forth as he studied the streetscape around him.

“Corporal, get on the commlink will you and find out what’s taking so long.”

As they waited, Sergeant Lowe explained the significance of the armour being worn by nearby Sith Legionnaires. The significant of their affiliation has been lost on him - every Sith Lord had their own personal soldiers, each more garishly dressed than the last. But Kor Vexen was a different beast all together. Aerarii remained thankful that he had never had to interact with the bloodthirsty Lord General.

“I do agree that it is unusual. I would have expected such elite soldiers to be throwing themselves upon lightsabers, not minding the locals.”

The sinking feeling in the Treasurer-General’s stomach continued to worsen. Something was not right, and he didn’t intent to remain long enough to find out what it was.

“May I propose a new course of action - let’s move to another location, and, err, let Lord General Vexen’s people take it from here.” Aerarii’s mind flashed to the horde of Sith-Imperial Banking Clan containers that were secured in the hold of the Repulsortank. If something happened to his cargo, Grand Treasurer Kishar would have his head.

 

[Ellie Mors]

PERFECTLY BROKEN

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Location: New Kalandra Fringes
Objective: Take the city, Teach Jedi futility
Allies: The Sith Empire | Darth Bellum , Karina Lowe
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order | Ryv , Jessica Med-Beq
Equipment: Orbalisk Armor, Lightsaber

There was no indication of surprise given by Braith as the Jedi dove away from her strike - the way he had undersold his ability to even see her presence in the force had given her an inkling of what his capabilities were, and that he had avoided her strike only helped to frame the picture she'd begun to paint of him in her mind. The timing of his roll and of her recovery from the failed strike, however, gave him the perfect window of opportunity to actually land a blow on her, albeit with a thrown rock. There was little doubt in her mind that she could have done something to at least mitigate the pain of being struck directly above her right temple, maybe a simple push back with telekinesis if her saber couldn't move quick enough to bat the object away, but a split second decision fueled by adrenaline and some predatory instinct resulted in the rock striking hard and true, tearing skin and immediately releasing a steady trickle of blood down the right side of her face.

Rising up to stand straight, as tall as her small stature could manage, the wound was already closing. She ignored the Jedi's boasts of his father's martyrdom, though she smirked at his referral to the rest of his ilk as something much greater than they truly were capable of. Did he think that even ten of him could have changed anything? Truly? She laughed. "Whatever light your friends could bring together, collectively, amounts to nothing more than a matchstick in the dark, burning fast into ash." She said, ignoring his small talk while the force gathered within and around her - the wind slowly starting to pick up into a gentle breeze, and then eventually a light gust.

"A matchstick, perhaps a candle even - but I am the storm that will snuff it out like the the Jedi Order that your forgery split from." Braith declared as she lifted one lightsaber up, the wind increasing in fervor and following the direction of her fist. She brought the saber down, pointing its end at the Jedi, but the intimidating gesture was met with a sudden gale of wind that blew directly down from above them, as if they were ants and something gigantic had leaned forwards and blown down on them. Debris scattered, sand flung up and away from them, while Braith remained rooted in place with her saber still held out as if to dare him to come at her directly. "Where did that optimistic bravado you had so boldly claimed before go?" She shouted over the wind, which subsequently died down.

Seemingly coming to a decision in her mind of how she was going to approach the inexperienced Jedi, she took a step towards him and lowered the raised saber.

 

[Kiso]

Location: SPAAAAAAAACE
Objectives: Blast Em
Allies: @Mid Gred
Opposition: Darth Athora

Fleet

Spoiler

Tatsuta: Chernobog-class artillery carrier Crippled

Kuma: Adjudicator Class Star Destroyer 55/0
Nagato: Adjudicator Class Star Destroyer 55/0

Fubaki: Ardan II Class Flak Frigate 60/0
Hibiki: Ardan II Class Flak Frigate 60/0

Alloy Class Star Defender 85/45
Alloy Class Star Defender 85/45
Alloy Class Star Defender 85/45

Centurion Battle cruiser 100/75
Centurion Battle cruiser 100/75
Centurion Battle cruiser 100/75
Centurion Battle cruiser 100/75

Draken Class Artillery Cruiser 100/100
Draken Class Artillery Cruiser 100/100

Mirial-class escort cruiser 90/040
Mirial-class escort cruiser 75/10

S&K PSD 1 100/100

Kiso watched from her shuttle as the Sith continued to fire upon what remained of the Tatsuta, she didn't know why but it didn't matter. Let them wast blaster fire on the lifeless hulk it meant less focus on the other ships and in a fight of attrition every shot counted. Right now they needed all the help possible, the Sith fleeting having gotten the upper edge with that solar canon, though it seemed that Jessica had right mind to push her ships closer and more conveniently the Sith had ignored the S&K missile destroyer, a big mistake.

On the lead Alloy the systems went on the fritz a little as the Tasha II hit, there shields being taken down a notch in the ensuing fire. "Dam plazma weapons, still not to much of a problem". The Alloys were somewhat of an archaic design, not sporting any missiles or ion weapons but being full blown fire power bases weapons with it's large array of long range heavy turbo batteries. The shields would hold for now and in the mean time the three Alloy's poured a hail of turbo blaster fire onto one of the tormentor.

The Centurions had a more pitched battle but the ion canon fire was threatening to put them out of action even against the inferior eradicators. "Don't hold back just because they are light cruisers, knock them out as fast as you can"! The respective captains of the 4 ships each unleashed a barrage of concussion missiles aimed at the two cruisers, followed by a hail of turbo blaster fire to hopefully cripple them and turn attention elsewhere.

The smaller Mirial class's were more or less melting under the fire from the Marr's, once again the Sith but even so the destruction of the escorts ships would leave a wide gap for enemy fighters to swoop in, even with their own fighters screening the fleet. The two ships responded with their few long range weapons ion cannon and turbo blasters aimed at the weaker frigates, hoping to get some damage in. As for the Marr Class destroyers, once more the Sith had focused a little to much on the bigger ships, both Artillery cruisers free to operate. Each taking aim and unloading their own barrages against one Vigial frigates in attempts to get them and their shield draining weapons out of the fight. The Fubaki and Hibiki chipping in two with their own smaller rail guns aiming for the third frigate.

While all this was underway, sitting unmolested was the S&K, taking it's time the ship aimed it's designator against the enemy flag ships Solar weapon and from it's 200 launchers sprung it attack. An immense wave of concussion and intruder missiles rocketed from the destroyer, streaking towards the Legator II and it's Helios cannon, who knew if it would do much to the actual ship but if they could knock out the ship destroying weapon before it could fire again their own crafts could stand a chance to win.

Fleet Actions

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Alloys take the most hits and return fire onto the tormentor
Centurions fire their missile payloads at the eradicators
Mirial's take significant shield damage, both fire back at the Vigil frigates supported by Ardans and Drakens
S&K fires a 200 missile salvo at the Legator ll Helios canon

 

[Eversor]

Post #2

Location: New Kalandra Streets - Sewer System
Objective: Display Loyalty
Allies: TSE
Enemies: Jedi Padawan(s)

From Nothing

Sanguine dissonance screeched and hissed as Silas' blade tore through durasteel paneling, the worried yelps of confusion and dread resonated from below as a group of three younglings attempted to flee further within the bowels of the sewer. "You can run... for now." The young Sith dropped down into the tunnels, the darkness becoming illuminated by the seething crimson gripped firmly within the acolyte's grasp. "Like vermin you all are... you scurry and panic."

Through the darkness one of the three Padawans could feel a distinct tugging upon his very core, suddenly being flung back into the shadows as if plucked by an invisible hand. His screams - the wailing of a child - echoed throughout the inky black tunnel system. The boy found himself face-to-face with the Sith, standing upright as he frantically fetched his lightsaber from his tattered robes, immediately attempting a barrage of quick slashes due to sheer anxiety.

Silas looked upon the Padawan with an expression of amusement beneath his helmet, easily blocking each of his blows.

The Padawan ceased his assault, eyes wide with adrenaline and terror as he looked upon the armored figure, trembling hands deadlocked around his lightsaber's hilt. The darkness was now divided as both cobalt and crimson contrasted one another. Silas slowly crept forward, raising his blade and knocking the Jedi's own weapon aside as a means of teasing the child. "You're a rather quiet one, but I do not blame you. I was once quiet like you." Silas continued moving forward, the Padawan attempting an uppercut before being denied and slammed into the tunnel wall.

Silas held him there through the Force. The boy kicked and struggled, his hands scratching at his neck and throat. The Sith stared intently through the black of his helmet's visor. "Even now... you do not speak. That's fine, but do you know the difference between us, Padawan?" Silas leaned in closer towards the boy's face. "I found my voice."

The audible snapping of bones carried throughout the tunnels. The Padawan's corpse slumped down into a puddle of stagnant water. Silas looked over the body momentarily before making his exit. Anything beyond this would be unnecessary. Before exiting the sewer, he turned back and gazed deeply into the darkness. There were two others that had escaped, two other cowards that abandoned their friend. "We'll meet again..."

Silence. The faint sounds of water flowing gave way to a tainted ambiance as the lone Padawan lay to rot in isolation.

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Objective: Justice
Tags: Felix Astermo
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Taozi grinned behind her buy'ce when her attack succeeded, leaving her a target in the monster's armor to aim for. She eyed it as it prowled around her, speaking utter nonsense. By the Manda were Sith always this wordy? As she was ready to charge, it sent a telekinetic blast at her legs, throwing her off balance. She struggled to parry as it attacked, and growled as she was forced to move backwards as they fought just to put some distance between them.

"I am not anyone's superior you Manda-damned chakaar! It is my duty to protect those who are too weak, or too afraid, to protect themselves. The galaxy knows not of Justice, or Mercy, so I shall enlighten the galaxy of what those words truly mean... Starting with killing you to bring a small amount of Justice for Mandalore!"

A war cry ripped from Taozi's throat as she charged at the monster before her, aiming to stab it through the large gash in it's armor.

"The dead deserve to rest in peace, not serve beneath the boots of monsters."

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

Location: Flying over the City and Spaceports
Intent: Help clear the airspace around the city and assist in strafing enemy artillery positions.
Allies: SJO, Jessica Med-Beq
Enemies: All you bad people
Post: 2
Equipment: Lightsaber, ship and armor in sig

Tyluko exited the increasingly dilapidated fortress with T7 right behind him. As he exited the fortress he took a moment to take in the scale of the conflict around him. "So much destruction..." but he was then brought back to focus by T7, who snapped him out of it. "You are right, we need to get to the AquaDragon fast."

Tyluko had left his ship on small landing pad before the conflict had begun but his entry into the air combat had been delayed due to the collapsing of part of the fortress due to the Sith bombardment. He could only hope that his ship was still there. Thankfully, the universe was kind to him in that respect.

He found his star fighter remarkably still intact albeit a little dusty, but intact nonetheless. Tyluko placed a hand on his ship and let a small smile form on his face but his moment of serenity was quickly shattered by the sound of nearby artillery strikes. Tyluko looked off into the distance and noticed a barrage of artillery strikes making its way towards his position as the Sith started to double their efforts to destroy the SJO spaceports.

"Oh, no"
"T7 we must leave! Now" Tyluko said frantically as the bombardment neared his position.

Frantically, he jumped into the cockpit of his fighter as T7 secured himself into the ships astromech slot. The two of them started to rapidly power up the fighters necessary functions. Tyluko looked over and saw that the bombardment was moments from being on top of them.

"T7 fire the engines NOW!" the droid responded with a series of beeps, rapidly spinning his domed head as he activated the engines.

For a moment the world around Tyluko seemed to slow down as the artillery was just seconds from obliterating him, his droid and his ship. Suddenly the engines roared to life, the fighter shooting off from the ground at high speeds, the force of the take off pressing Tyluko against the back of his seat as he struggled to grab the ships controls. The fighter launched itself right into the middle of the air battle above the city and as Tyluko grabbed the ships controls he managed to open fire with his fighters laser cannons at a squad of enemy fighters who were caught completely off guard by his unexpected entrance. Blue laser fire streamed from his fighter peppering the hulls three TIE/sk air superiority fighters causing them to burst into flames as they spiraled to the ground below.

As Tyluko normalized the speed of his fighter he looked out of his cockpit and noticed enemy artillery and aircraft starting to harass the local space ports in an attempt to hinder evacuation efforts. "T7, patch me in to SJO command."

" Jessica Med-Beq This is Tyluko-Kai Kaimana I am here to help provide fighter support. It looks as if the Sith are starting to increase their attack on the spaceports."

While he waited for a response he continued to engage the enemy aircraft brought by Darth Bellum and Kainan Wolfe

"T7, lets see if we can help turn the tide", the droid responded with enthusiastic beeps.

 

[Felix Astermo]

Location: New Kalandra.
Objective: Slay or capture the Mandalorian.
Equipment: Cortosis-weave Vibrosword, Sith Lanvarok, modified Legionnaire Armour, & a ritual dagger.
Interacting With: Taozi Fuyuan
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Protector of the weak. Champion of mercy. How amazingly self-righteous, how utterly pathetic.

"Mandalore? I've never been there... but I might..." Slash, Slash, Stab. "... to acquaint myself with the locals. Or bring you, in chains."

Fuelled by anger, dedication, or simple tactics, it mattered not - once more she charged, but this time he was ready. Driving his sword into hers with all the force he could muster, he sought to put her off balance, to force her guard open.

If he succeeded, the Sith Lanvarok perched upon right arm would be directed towards her centre of mass... and discharge a volley of blinding fast discs of razor-sharp metal. Primitive, yes, and with too large a loading time to be used again, but horrifyingly effective nonetheless - if perhaps less so against a target wearing proper Mandalorian armour.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Rubble
Tags: Judah Lesan Jr. Darth Prazutis Acaadi Kat Decoria Jerek Morrows

Kyra was left falling backwards, the flow of energy cut off from her from one thing or another. She had stopped seeing, stop thinking. There was only the corruption that had consumed her and the cold pit of agony she had fallen down.

Until a breath of light returned to her. First was a massive wave- driven through her by Jerek as he washed them all in a wall of protective light. Then in smaller tendrils, the taste of something familiar and safe tucked inside the healing energy that filled her soul.

"Kat," she breathed, the coiling, black corruption fleeing her eyes. A set of blue pupils was revealed, the girl blinking as her vision returned to her. The light around was blinding, and she sat there dazed for a spell, unresponsive. Surely there was only so much lighting that could be found in a cavern of rubble, but compared to the pit of darkness she had just been pulled from... She squeezed her eyes back closed, tears rolling out.

Tears fell steadily down her face, and for a moment the girl struggled to find a reason to stand... to exist... to-

His mind pressed into the other Padawans trying to help Kyra.
"GET OUT OF HERE NOW! THIS IS NOT A SUGGESTION!!"

JJ.

Her eyes snapped back up, seeing the the two knights stand before them. Protecting them. The Dark Creature stormed forward, pushing itself through the protective wall of light the two Jedi had taken over. How was that possible? She had thought it wasn't- she had thought-!

She had thought a lot of wrong things today.

She screamed, shrill and nonsensical, the girl out of her wits as she scrambled out of Kat's arms and propelled herself back into their carved out cavern wall. She smashed into it, force aided, and she cared not. She couldn't have gotten far enough away from the charging sith lord if she had tried.

Sense had left Kyra.

 

[Darth Voyance]

POST 9

Location: New Kalandra Streets
Objectives: Padawanapping
Allies: Sith in Vicinity
Enemies: Lanik Dawnstar
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The Jedi was cunning. He allowed her crimson blade to straddle the blue until he could readjust the pressure and momentum of their saber lock to cleave her hilt. Voyance saw this, and with a rapid shift of her fingers, turned off the top saber that had been against the Jedi’s.

Simultaneously, she bent her knees and through the Force performed a crouching spin away from the Jedi. The foolish and brave Jedi would be propelled by his own momentum forward, now that there was nothing to push against. Finishing her maneuver, she had spun her way just behind the Jedi.

Switching her grip on the saber into a reverse hold, she flung out her other hand let out an abrupt telekinetic blast. A wall of energy pounded the air in front of it, pressurizing it into an invisible solid that moved like a tidal wave. She planted her feet and braced against the opposite energy that would blast threw her body.

After the release, she waited and calculated what would be her next move. But, first she’d see what the young brave would do.

[OOC: Short post is short, sorry my dude]

 

[Ryv]

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Location: The Meatgrinder
Objective: Survive - Looking like a Run
Allied Forces: Silver Jedi Order
Opposing Forces: The Sith Empire - Ellie Mors​

Ryv's eyes nearly blew out of his skull as she just watched the rock fly true and strike her head. There was no way that attack could've gotten through had she put in the effort to stop it. He made the mistake of making eye contact with the predatory Sith and found himself sliding back a step. The trickling blood, her violet gaze, and the way she carried herself left the padawan learner dreading every second that ticked by. Those feelings were only reinforced as the fresh wound began to close seconds later, sealing as if it weren't even there to begin with. The kiffar couldn't help himself and blinked several times to ensure he wasn't imagining it. While Braith had likely gauged his inadequacies as a foe, Ryv had determined how outmatched he was by his opponent. His momentary trance ended as her words spilled forth and the force began to dance at her call.

Braith's words struck a chord within the padawan. In that instance, Ryv couldn't truthfully answer whether he believed them or not, but her movements were priority number one. He filed away her declaration and raised the lightsaber as if to ward off an attack. Instead, he was taken entirely by surprise as the winds raced downward. The padawan deactivated his saber once more and braced himself, lowering his center of gravity to provide a stronger stance. It still wasn't enough. One knee hit the ground first before a second followed suit. He bit down hard and ground his teeth together until the winds eventually died down, leaving him mostly unharmed.

"Dude," he groaned as he pushed himself back to his feet. "I can't tell if you're trying to piss me off here, but I gotta tell you, you're pretty strong. Probably the strongest person I've ever met," the kiffar continued with his small talk, seemingly finding some comfort and control in it. "There's no bravado or confidence here, man. You've got the wrong idea," he'd hold his lightsaber across his body, pointing out to the side as he began striding closer. "If you're the storm that'll destroy our order then I gotta figure something out to stop you."

With that, Ryv cleared the last remaining steps between them and struck out with a horizontal slash aimed to create space before following through with an overhead strike.

 

[Elise]

Location: City
Tags: ... everyone? Oi. I'll announce in OOC channel.

“Elise… Stay calm. Create a distraction - At least give them the chance. The Force will guide them.”, he offered through a tight lipped mind.

The reality of it was that staying longer would see the Master die with them; and Wyatt could feel that strain growing ever deeper, that exhaustion beginning to ache in his joints and muscles with every passing step. Water splashed as he began to suck in air, finding a ladder to climb to the surface;

“Give the command Elise. Before its too late.”, he pleaded as he forced himself up the aging, rusted ladder. “Let the ones on the transport live, we will come back for the others. We will come back.”

It was always sobering for a master to be reminded to stay calm, but even a master wasn't immune to a slip of emotions in heat of a devastating war. It felt as if the world spun out around her. She could hear the soldiers' words around her; feel as they too grew trepidatious for the fate of the civilians gathered here.

They needed to get out, now. The cost devastated her, but Wyatt Morga would feel her unspoken acceptance through the bond. Saving the arena was not the path the force had laid out for her. Surviving to prevent more loss in the future ... that was what it called for her to do. Whatever her purpose was for being here, she must have already done it...

In understanding there is peace... A sentiment she would have to meditate on later.

“May I propose a new course of action - let’s move to another location, and, err, let Lord General Vexen’s people take it from here.”

"Yes," she agreed, pain pinching tightly in her voice as she turned away from both Karina Lowe and Aerarii Tithe . She skimmed the crowd for an officer inside the arena, the group still hovering at an entry arch. The officer stood on tank, overlooking the masses. His finger rested on the trigger, his gun pointing down at his feet. Elise grimaced.

"I suppose you're right." It only took a single tug of the force to set it off. The man screamed as he shoot himself in the foot.

The singular sound vibrated through the air, sending the whole crowd into a tense silence. Everyone looked wildly around, hushed. To the right, Elise located another gun and force-pulled the trigger again. The shot went soaring over the heads of the crowd, hitting a pillar. The crowd broke out into a panic, on edge and hysterical. What tedious calm the sith had accomplished was shattered in that instant. Some people pushed deeper into the packed arena, believing the sith's words when they said the civilians would be safe here. Others ran out, and the sheer number of bodies disobeying direction and rushing back for the doors was more than enough opening for Elise and the others to take the chance and flee.

"This way," she said sharply to the group. Whether or not the two soliders ( Karina Lowe and Aerarii Tithe ) were with her, she turned her back to them. If that was not a gesture of trust and invitation, then nothing was. But hellofagood luck to them if they decided to turn and stop the crowd instead.

"Nick, it is too late. We're too late. Get out of here-- join me--" ( Nick Dragovalor )

Her mind cut from his, the master shoving a tank out of the way with a push of the force, creating more pathways for the trapped civilians to flee. She spared a desperate glance up at the sky, feeling the danger of bombs to be imminent. She allowed what civilians that had followed her to run past her first, directing them towards the direction she felt Wyatt Morga .

Her voice rang through the force, resounding as it stretched across the whole of the city. "Retreat. The time has come, we cannot hold-- launch the shuttles-- all remaining escorts move in to protect. Strength in numbers-- get out if you can. I repeat. Regroup. Regather. Retreat."

The order echoed through to every force sensitive in the area. Tact was no longer a focus. Tact was lost. The city was lost.

Now all they had to do was survive it.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

His hatred was unfathomable. All he could sense was the dark. It was all around, darksiders using their abilities, channeling their hatred... It made him sick. For a moment his brown eyes stoked themselves a flash of crimson, in that moment resembling that of the well known Sith eyes as they tinted orange. But only for a moment. He remembered his need to control. The dark side would not hold him any longer. But he still desired to hurt.

But it seemed that the woman that had brought him here had other plans. Or perhaps fate had dictated otherwise? When he was asked to evacuate civilians, he stared at her for a long, hard moment. This was not what he had signed up for. He was here to destroy, nothing more. But... He knew she would not ask it unless it was important. And if he could rob the Sith of that sadistic pleasure from killing innocents that he knew all too well...

But he was going to do it his way.

One by one, he had rounded up those he could. And once he had, and directed them to the shuttle, what had he done? He had been asked to escort them to safety... But the woman had never stated how. It would count if there were no threats to harm them, yes?

A flash of his anger and sadistic glee spread across his face as he activated his lightsaber. He would deal with their aggressors. Or at least distract them.

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A Sith lightsaber was kicked across the field, disgust evident on Nick's face as he punted the head of who it belonged to, previously severed from its body. He had cut a path of destruction through their troops, until one of their lightsaber-touting kind finally took notice. It was no Sith Lord, and Nick had wasted no time in savoring the kill. But it was better to kill them before they were taken too far, to the level he had once been. Poor sod. Perhaps he would have been compassionate enough to bury them for their circumstances, if his blind hatred for their kind didn't override that as his boot connected with the severed head. It was their fault, he had decided. Their fault for choosing this path. Just as it had been his fault for choosing it... With consequences he would have to live with for the rest of his life. His pain, his suffering... They were the sum of his own actions. His own choices. He had chosen this path, and he would suffer for it no matter what he did. And thus, so did this one, even if they weren't fully trained to the extent they had committed the same evils he had.

It was a mercy to kill him here before the dark took everything, including their free will. A mercy that Nick wished he had been given a long time ago. He would rather have died than become what he had, and still was now.

A voice resounded in his head. It sounded as though the Jedi had lost the city. She was telling him to retreat. For a moment, he contemplated not following her advice. He would surely die if he remained, but to eventually die after hunting down and slaughtering as many of these Sith occupying this city as possible? It was a tempting idea. But one he eventually decided to push aside. He would do more good in that plan if he survived. Survived long enough to make up for his decision to survive here, and then continued to push even further...

The dark side would die. As would all who served it. But not today. Shooting a glance to the pile of bodies he had left in his wake, he held out a hand and launched a large fireball at the pile, setting the whole lot of them aflame.

He had given them peace. It was more than they deserved, but... Wasn't he being given more than he deserved right now, with this second chance of his? What right did he have to decide who did and didn't deserve peace at the end?

He only wished he could have kept these monsters from having the satisfaction of taking this place. It made him sick, but... He knew it was time to retreat. For now. The former Lord Dragonan let out an annoyed growl as he turned his heel and strode toward the safety of the escape crafts.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Execute

" Do you know what kind of animal waits for its own slaughter...? Sheep. "​

K O R _ V E X E N

| Location | New Kalandra, Kintan​

| Objective | ...​

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Vexen watched as the Jedi mustered up the strength to tear down the sewers, collapsing the space between them with rubble as Vexen pulled his arms from the water once he felt the presence of Morga begin to retreat. It was oddly comforting to the Sith despite his bleeding and broken insides that he had found something of interest in this...poor excuse of a city and planet. But the time for personal indulgence was at an end, and he had further actions to take as he too made his way out of the sewers. ​

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There was chatter on the encrypted network he shared with his personal troops on the field once he reached the surface. The voice of a woman was heard echoing through the Force as orders to retreat were given, a small nod; a sound tactical choice - the Silver Jedi appeared to have some competent individuals among them after all. Vexen's voice would speak through his commlink as he opened a channel to Tavlar, " The time has come Tavlar. Target the arena and open fire... "​

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Meanwhile near the arena...

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The Legionnaires supplemented by the Dragoons and Nightseers seemed to be abuzz with a new purpose. Orders had come from the top to begin vacating the area, leaving the civilians under the belief that they were pushing the fight away from the position to keep them safe. This, of course, left the arena lightly guarded and open enough for Elise to successfully usher and guide some of the civilians to safety, though the sheer numbers present meant that not all of them could be guided away as many were unsure whether to stay or go.​

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With the Jedi being ordered to retreat, it was just a matter of cleaning up the mess and of course purging the local population to make an example of them. Peace and hope would die this day, and serve as a grim reminder to the Silver Jedi that their resolve had been tested - and found lacking. Perhaps they would take this battle to heart for the next time the Jedi and Sith clashed - Adapt and evolve or perish. The darkness had continued to encircle the Silver Jedi, slowly waiting for its time to choke out its existence. It would only be through the efforts of those who shined its virtues brightest that would keep the shadows at bay, while those who ignored it continued to drag it even further down into turmoil.​

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| Friendlies | Irveric Tavlar / Kainan Wolfe / Karina Lowe / Aerarii Tithe / Darth Voyance ​

| Enemies | Jessica Med-Beq / Elise / Lanik Dawnstar / Wyatt Morga / Nick Dragovalor ​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Location: Fortress Kh'aris
Objective: Storm the Castle | Fortress Detonation
Allies: Cara Dorniarn | Joycelyn Zambrano | Darth Carnifex | Darth Prazutis | Tekkio | Taeli Raaf | Lirka Ka | Vandra Zambrano | Kainan Wolfe | Kaalia Pavanos
Opponents: Kyra Perl | Jerek Morrows | Niklasz Tassik | Beltran Rarr | Kiff Brayde | Valkren Calderon | Acaadi | Judah Lesan Jr. | Kat Decoria
Fleeting: via Sith Muse

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Surrounded by enemies the Kintan forces fought bravely, easily bested in numbers Tarkin and Raaf had to hand it to them. Yet still, there were the creatures that had been unleashed and the tremors beneath their feet told them that even more legionnaires would be joining the fight. It was surprising to see that the soldiers of Kintan had held out for this long. Raaf's rifle clashed against another, a boot to the chest as the rage of the Empire struck across the battlefield. General Tarkin's blaster pistol found purchase in the chest plate of another soldier.​

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The Fortress had been left to ruins early on in the fight and now the Sith Empire would finish the job. "FOR THE EMPEROR! FOR ARCANIX! LET US DESTROY THIS RUINED FORT!" The 173rd worked their way through the rest of the Fortress, fighting upward toward the higher levels. General Tarkin would give word out to the other units. Set by set the reports would arrive, the charges were set and they were ready to vacate the area and yet still the Kintan soldiers would not yield.​

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"General Zambrano, this is Tarkin of the 173rd - we're ready to detonate. Repeat ready to detonate - clear all units from the Fortress."​

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Death had come for Kintan, even now the skies swarmed with TIE Fighters and Anti-Air emplacements blackened by battle and scorched by the fires of devastation. The sky matched the land which had turned to a bloody maroon, soaked in blood and mud trenches collapsed on top of men with creatures of monstrous sizes went on - ignored, worse the dead rose to consume their living brethren. The sound of autokrator blasters and heavy blasters.​

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It was said that the Fortress had been the heart of New Kalandra and if that were so, the heart had been crushed by the very hands of the Sith Empire. The Emperor and his Shadow Hand still worked to fight the Jedi who now fought for a lost cause, by this point transports for evacuation were now easy pickings for the Sith. No matter how hard Kintan would resist and bite, the Sith bit harder.​

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Lord Admiral Raaf found herself consumed by dark side energies, her vibrosword with the plasma filament at the ready cut through those who dared stand in her way. "We've got to go, now!" Tarkin shouted as he grabbed the Lord Admiral by the shoulder. Charges set, the Legionnaires moved to gain distance from the Fortress. ​

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"Zambrano, it's time, we're set to detonate!"​

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The 173rd abandoned their fighting but not for the reasons the soldiers of Kintan would hope. They turned to see the red lights that blinked, the explosive devices had been planted and the Fortress would go. In a violent explosion what was left of the Fortress would be reduced to rubble, so that in time - the Sith could replace it with a much better emplacement. "FORWARD!" They were not done, they would not take prisoners the 173rd pressed onward to combine their strength with the rest of the Sith Legion.​

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