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

[Karina Lowe Legacy]

Sergeant Karina Lowe
Location: Orbiting Kintan, aboard a MAAG Transport > New Kalandra Northern Siege Lines
Objective: Rendezvous with armoured detachment at the staging area
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order | Reggie Faayare | Aaran Tafo | Wyatt Morga | Jessica Med-Beq | Ryv | Lanik Dawnstar | Beltran Rarr
Allies: The Sith Empire | Darth Voyance | Irveric Tavlar | Aerarii Tithe | Darth Bellum
Equipment: Autokrator Assault Blaster Rifle | SIF-57s Charric Pistol | Thermal Detonators | Commlink | Scramble Key | Field Slicing Kit | Legion Service Dagger

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Sergeant Karina Lowe was the last to board her transport, climbing into the belly of the ship as the heavy cargo doors began to swing shut. A moment later, they were in darkness, Karina’s ocular sensors adjusting to provide clarity in the dim interior. She sidled over to her squad, her gaze flitting between their set faces and hard eyes, shining like precious stones in the red haze of the ship’s interior lighting.

Forty soldiers, ten of them hers, each of them about to be thrown into the crucible, as she was. This particular battalion was fresh, made up mostly of new recruits, with a few specialists without much combat experience thrown in. Kintan would be the proving ground for all of them, Karina just hoped they would last the through the first hour on the ground. Corporal Tera nodded at her, his eyes locked to the spot where hers had once been. Karina nodded curtly back.

She ran through the mission plan once again: first, the 2nd platoon would land with the rest of H-company on the outskirts of New Kalandra, and establish a staging ground for the landing of the armoured division. Once the tanks were on the ground, they’d move into the city, joining with the 12 Armored Assault Army and fighting their way towards the centre of the metropolis to Fortress Kh’aris, where they’d reinforce the Legion troops there. Simple on paper, but she knew, in reality, the mission would be fraught with danger. They were the vanguard force, leading the charge and securing the way for the rest of the Legion and Armada to follow behind. Her gaze passed over her squad again. How many of them would die in the coming hours? Would she herself fall in the fighting?

Karina checked her weapon to busy herself. Artificial tendons and synthetic nerves meant her hands no longer shook, but still she felt the urge to be doing something. Still, the tension of waiting in the dark metal box was wearing on her. From the edge of her vision, she saw her squad doing the same, ensuring their equipment was in order, checking their commlink connections, that their armour was fitted correctly. They were looking for her to guidance, following her example. She had to lead them if any of them were going to make it through this.

“Seal your helmets and check IFF tags. Make sure our squad is highlighted and tagged. Captain says we’re readying to depart and I don’t want to have to do it on the ground.”

Karina’s herself was without a helmet, the metal mass off her head not allowing for one, but her ocular implants provided all the information their HUDs would and more, and she had long become accustomed to the feeling of exposure from the lack. The metal casing that substituted for her skull was strong, and it had saved her from potential harm several times before.

The ship came to life, the humming of the ion engines filling the space like a swarm of insects. As the volume rose, her mechanical ears adjusted to compensate, until the sound was merely a low background buzz. Karina walked to and fro, checking the harnesses of the soldiers nearby before securing her own, and gripping the dangling wrist strap tightly. A moment later, she felt the ship jolt and imagined the vessels rising into the air in a line. The hum of the engines grew to a roar, and the passengers were suddenly thrown back as the ship accelerated rapidly, Karina barely keeping her balance as they hurtled forward, out of the hangar and into the fray.

They screamed to earth with furious speed, every bump and jolt of the craft rattling the bones of the soldiers inside. In mere minutes the gunship flattened out, the huge doors at the back sliding open, revealing the scene outside as the transport raced along the battle-scarred ground. A few moments later, the craft banked hard, entering a tight spiral dive as it descended towards the staging ground, where artillery emplacements thundered against the defender’s positions.

They pulled to a stop as the ship thudded against the ground, and with a rallying cry the forty Legionnaires leaped out from the transports, Karina herself jogging a short distance away from the ship, her head panning back and forth as her squad caught up with her and she looked over the scene. She frowned, they’d landed a few hundred metres ahead of the planned LZ, and were instead much closer to the edge of the city proper, having set down in an open square on the New Kalandran outskirts.

The transports took off just as the first rounds of the defender's barrage fell upon them, mortar shells raining upon the position where the Legion forces were gathering. One MAAG, rising to the air after the others, was struck and careened out of control, crashing into a nearby building in a massive plasmatic fireball. Moments after the first volley, rooftop emplacement opened fire with laser cannons and other smalls arms fire, tearing into the company's relatively open position.

That was all the encouragement Karina needed. She leaped forward, tearing her rifle from its mag-plate on her back and sprinting towards the nearest cover: a line of bombed-out shanties across from the main road.

"Rally on me! We'll need to take out those rooftop emplacements and hold the Northern Line until our armoured complement deploys. Dig in and hold your ground!"

Her voice echoed over the local commlink, and the remains of a shattered squadron joined her own, boosting her numbers to sixteen. They each found their positions, lying across rubble or crouching behind shattered pillars and beams, holding the line, and awaiting that inevitable order to advance.

 

[Niklasz Tassik]

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OBJECTIVE: Aid in civilian evacuation, defend the fortress, fix sleep schedule
ALLIES: SJO
ENEMIES: TSE

"Sir, you've gotta get up...sir!"

A quiet grunting emanated from the bunk the Knight had taken for himself while stationed on Kintan, expecting to hear something about a squabble he had to resolve or some other dumb thing of that nature. He'd hated this deployment on Kintan from the very start for that reason alone...he'd heard of the Sith building up their forces all along the borders of their sphere of influence, but he knew for a fact that they wouldn't attack Kintan. There was nothing of strategic value on this planet, and the SJO had set up a rather sizable garrison there as well.

"What..." he muttered, looking at the rather frazzled soldier that had woken him up from a sound sleep.

"The Sith, they're attacking sir!"

For a moment, Niklasz froze, eyes widening as his brain fully processed what he had just heard. But afterwards, his reaction was kinetically nothing short of explosive.

"Well why didn't you frakking say so!?" he yelled as he leapt out of his top bunk, almost accidentally kicking the soldier in the face as he grabbed his lightsaber, comm device, and belt, affixing all of them to the combat pants he wore to bed and wasting no further time in rushing out the door.

"Sir, your armor-"

"ARMOR IS FOR BANTHA FODDER!"

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Rushing to the outside of the fort, the barechested Trandoshan might have seemed woefully unequipped for combat. And in his headstrong desire to somehow turn the tide of the battle he'd only learned the existence of a few minutes ago, he had taken the time to tap into his connection to the Force and prepare his mind and body for whatever was coming their way. His legs and arms were pumping with the very essence of the Light itself, and his lightsaber was in hand, ready to be ignited at a moment's notice. With the amount of anger he felt towards the Sith for taking the invasion to the city and its helpless civilians, it was a tough battle, but one he had to win...his blade was needed now more than ever. And his connection to the Light could not waver, not today.

He soon found himself overlooking the theater of war Kintan had become, witnessing the terrible power of Imperial artillery firsthand. He looked to his left, noticing the pair of Jedi ( Jerek Morrows Kyra Perl ) aiding the evacuation effort. "You both. Please. Tell me we're getting a handle on this."

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

Position: Northern Siege Lines ; Sith Artillery Batteries
Objective: New Kalandra - The Siege
Allies: Darth Voyance
Enemies: Wyatt Morga ; Lanik Dawnstar [Coordinated]
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As soon as Tavlar climbed atop the commander's hatch of his Claymore II that he heard the voice of the wholly out of place Treasurer General Aerarii Tithe . Though his expression was indiscernible beneath his Airborne pattern legionnaire helmet it could only be described rightly as wholly bewildered at the man's presence. Not only did Tavlar have to brave the artillery shells and bombs deforming the earth around him and the brittle, cataclysmic temper of a Twi'lek Sith Lady...but a bureaucrat. By the end of the day's fighting, Tavlar's habitual teeth grinding would chip away at them to a fine dust if things kept going this way.

With a point of his flattened hand, the General motioned his pencil-pushing counter part away from the fire. "No place for you. Move." He ordered out, his frigid, stoic voice distorted by his helmet before soon enough his attention was swiftly drawn to the Jedi master and his strike team who all but appeared. His eyes widened, the Major General already sprinting to the conclusion that within his short moment of his distract the Jedi breached his lines, the sight enveloped his stomach with a feeling of deep dread but there was little time to dwell on that.

"Major! Take the reins! Move!" Tavlar sounded out to a nearby armored officer who responded with a quick nod before climbing his way up the hull of Tavlar's tank as the Major General made his way down, drawing the HG-88 'Big Iron' from the magnetic holster on his thigh. Never so quick to draw his arm the Imperial Officer clutched the grip tightly, pumping pointing his flat hand out toward the advancing Jedi, flicking his helmet comms to communicate with his armored infantry.

"Post up on all sides of them, let them choke themselves in the trench and encircle them. Move." Tavlar ordered out as he pulled his own ten man section to him with a wave of his arm. In spite of the Jedi ambush the earth-shattering drumming of the guns never faltered, the infantry charged with protecting them taking up cover behind storage crates and pre-set emplacements, readied to repel any jedis who neared while Tavlar personally led the armored infantry trying their hand at outflanking and encircling the jedi, laying down interlinked arches of blaster burn death toward the supporting militia men, unable to properly support the Sith Knights as they clashed with the jedi.

"Take spearhead groups three and four toward the city walls I'll regroup at Point Tartaros once the Jedi are rounded up. Move." Tavlar said, flicking his wrist comm to speak with one of his lower officers and with it the rumble of repulsor lifts sounded out again, amongst the chaos the Major General set the offensive underway regardless, but couldn't take proper charge until the artillery batteries would clear of the sudden interuptance. It was a lethal force of Jedi but a token one to say the least.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Landing at the Fortress
Objective: Storm the Castle
Allies: Darth Carnifex Fiolette Raaf Joycelyn Zambrano BobertEZ Kainan Wolfe Cara Dorniarn Darth Prazutis
Enemies: Valkren Calderon Jerek Morrows Kyra Perl Beltran Rarr Niklasz Tassik

Equipment: In signature
Deploying Soldiers: 5,500 Sith Legionaries
Deploying Sithspawn: Poisoners, Ravagers, Cobras, 4x Natasizi-tateks, 2x Terentasaurs

The descent to the planet and battle below was done mostly in silence, the men and women of the Black Talons were professionals at this point. Passing through one of the holes in the shield, their dropships came in towards the Sith lines already starting to attack the fortress. Over the intercom, a speech from one of their allies was broadcasted and...

Taeli gave Fiolette a look as the speech continued, the ship jostling a little at near AA misses. And it continued... and it continued... One of the Sith Legionaries moved as though to check their chrono. The newly promoted General Tarkin threw the soldier a withering look, a glare that had been passed down through the Tarkin bloodline if it was to be believed.

"Death to peace!"

"A little long in my opinion," she muttered as the transmission ended. Taeli activated a small handheld holomap, the images already showing the Sith positions settled by the Blackblades and their heavy weaponry The allies from the Eternal Empire were highlighted in a different color from the red Sith and blue Jedi. Further off on the holo, the assault on New Kalandra was in full swing. "And it would seem our misdirections about our assault worked."

The transport touched down, the ramp lowered, and Taeli led the way off. Other transports were releasing their troops, the Sith Legionaries forming up into their companies. A different type of transport followed behind, each of them emblazoned with the emblem of the Sith Empire and her own Order of Shadows. These would be bringing some of her creations, Sith Beastmasters controlling their actions and other Adepts there to reinforce those commands.

Two of the massive monsters, her newest creation the Terentasaur, roared as they emerged from the metal contraptions that brought them away from their jungle.

"More massive reptiles for the next project I think," she remarked to her wife. "Nerra was asking about a new pet."

Ravagers hissed and shrieked as they moved, already unhappy about the terrain they were moving over. Cobras screeched in the sky, moving back to support positions behind the Sith artillery. Taeli looked over at her commanding Beastmaster, a Zabrak Sith Master known as Darth Zviera, and nodded. At his command, the most insidious of the creations she brought began slinking through the legs of the Sith soldiers and moved off to the trenches and the fortress of the Silver Jedi. Poisoners, and a great many of them, would soon be slipping in their lines and causing chaos.

"What do you think?"

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Location: New Kalandra
Allies: Wyatt Morga
Enemies: Darth Voyance | Irveric Tavlar [RP Coordinated]
Equipment: Jedi Armor | Aspis Shield | Lightsaber
Ambiance

Pushing towards the artillery emplacement Lanik came to a halt, his stomach dropping as there was a churning in the force. No, much more than that, it was a maelstrom of darkness that was being built. The dark miasma almost palatable, building with each second. It was a mixture of everything the Sith embodied. Rage, greed, ambition, and it was all released directly at the Jedi and soldiers accompanying them.

Lanik need not see the energy, he could feel it coming. “Get down!” Lanik shouted back to the other soldiers and flinging himself to the mud. A thought was all it took and the shield on Lanik’s left wrist reacted. It came to life spiraling outwards into a full-blown aspis. The golden shield shined in the light from above, a thyrissian creation being used by a Jedi. Curling in slightly Lanik his behind the protection the newly released shield provided. When the tide of energy finally struck Lanik was pushed through the mud and sand, his body leaving a furrow in the ground. The Jedi’s shoulders and back burning from the exertion of keeping the shield steady during the assault. Debris impacted it, shaking his prone form, the heat of flames passing over could be felt.

Casting a glance behind to the other soldiers that had been accompanying them Lanik saw more than half their number cut down in that instant, some having been unable to get down quick enough had been rag-dolled in the force wave. Necks lulled at odd and disturbing angles, their bodies contorted in ways that could only be considered unnatural. Others had been unlucky enough to be caught in the debris, it cutting through their bodies like slugthrower rounds.

“Now is your chance. Take out the artillery. Nothing else matters.”

The words of Wyatt reached Lanik’s ears. The Jedi groaning as he rose to his feet and simply stared as the other Jedi made and cut his way through the Sith knights that charged him. Lanik didn’t want to leave the master alone yet he had no choice, he had his mission. “Those remaining on me!”

As he charged forward Lanik’s eyes locked firmly on the military emplacement and those who stood in his way. One lone knight stood between him and his goal, their bloodshine saber, poised to deal a death blow upon the padawan. Even faced with this Lanik never slowed, bringing up his own saber Lanik caught the cleaving strike, and was quickly forced to a knee. Yet before the knight could bring it down once more and cut the Jedi the shield upon his left arm fired forward. The plasmatic edges cut through the knight like a hot knife through butter, the sith’s body offering no resistance as the golden aspis continued on before returning to the Jedi.

The jedi did not look back at the Sith he’d just left in two in the mud. He continued on, now only mere meters away from the first of the artillery cannons. A chill started at the base of Lanik’s spine, creeping its way up to the base of his skull. Goosebumps rose up on his skin and the Jedi gasped, the force giving him a warning of what was to come. “Ambush!”

The words came too late as in an instant three of the militiamen were cut through by blaster fire. “Noooo!” Letting the force flow through his being Lanik leaped towards the nearest set of crates where he saw the blaster fire. Sailing through the air akin to a avril, the Jedi fell upon the first batch of imperial troopers.

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Objective: Evacuate the civilians
Tags: Felix Astermo
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Taozi knew not why she decided to bring her and her clan to Kintan, perhaps to plan a hospital? However, when she heard screams of terror and surprise, looked at the civilians pointing towards the sky, and turned her own gaze upwards... She knew she had made the right choice. Memories of Concord Dawn bubbled their way to the surface of her mind, and the minds of her vode.

"Alor..."

"Get the civilians to evac ships NOW!"

"Oya!"

Clan Tal got to quick work, and began rounding up civilians, as Taozi drew the pink and silver trayc'kad her fellow Alor Mig Gred had given her not long ago from it's place at her waist.

For the first time in her life, Taozi wanted blood. Blood for Mandalore. For Concord Dawn.

"<Remember vod, the Sith are monsters, not people. They deserve nothing but slaughter.>"

Tapping into a public broadcast through her beskar'gam, Taozi's voice would resonate over any city speakers, calm and clear, as well as anyone else linked to the channel.

"Attention citizens of New Kelandra, I am Doctor Taozi Fuyuan Tal, Alor of Clan Tal. Please listen to any orders my clan give you as we work with the Jedi to evacuate you and your families."

Cutting herself from the feed, Taozi then began to walk calmly through the streets to begin evacuation procedures.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Location: Landing Zone, En Route to Kh'Aris
Objective: Storming the Castle
Allies: Taeli Raaf | Darth Carnifex | Joycelyn Zambrano | BobertEZ | Cara Dorniarn | Kainan Wolfe | The Sith Empire+ Allies
Opponents: Valkren Calderon | Silver Jedi Order+ Allies
Fleet: via Vice Admiral Imara Sentongo, Battlegroup Elidibus

Fiolette had long since learned how to tune people out, so when the sighs of exasperation swept through the landing party she only chuckled. Darth Tacitus was a man of grandeur, from speeches to palaces nothing was without its cause even if they were at times, overreaching. "Hmmm." She uttered a singular sound that sounded heavier than intended due to the modulator within her helmet. The anti-air batteries did their job, they fired toward the descending craft and surely, some had been hit. Some, but not all - and in the case of the Lord Admiral and her wife - they missed.​

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She drew a gaze toward Tarkin, a faceless mask stared at him and he, in turn, glared toward the soldier. "Prepare for departure." Tarkin barked and the Lord Admiral checked her armor and weapons. Fiolette heard her wife's voice and found herself realizing the situation at hand as the craft shuttered away from pockets of flak. ​

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"He likes his voice." Fiolette deadpanned, which sent a few chuckles through the ranks before General Tarkin's signature dour look crossed them. ​

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Misdirections were nice, but they only worked momentarily. ​

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The shuttle touched down the rampart lowered, and Darth Arcanix led her troops from the front. General Tarkin and the rest of the 173rd were not far behind, and neither was the Lord Admiral and her detachment of marines. Eight of the craziest Galidraani men and women pulled from across the Galaxy and sworn into service just before PL-40112. Fiolette watched as the creature transports landed and the beasts were brought out, she caught the voice of one of the Galidraani men. "Bollocks..."​

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"They don't bite." Fio took a breath, "much."​

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He only shook his head while another laughed and joined Fiolette, the nine formed up and looked across the field of battle. Trenches. A Galidraani specialty, the antiquated world that often found itself thrust into modern times fielded people quite suited to this type of warfare. General Tarkin began to issue his orders in a language most would find unintelligible, a combination of High Sith and Avalonian Slang known to most of the ex-patriots of the First Order. ​

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"I think we should've weaponized Tacitus's speeches," Fiolette replied to her wife plainly, as she looked down at her rifle, and then gazed out toward the battlefield in front of them. "But I suppose the big guns will suffice, for now."​

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[Kiff Brayde]

ENEMIES: Darth Carnifex | Viktor Goetz | Taeli Raaf | Fiolette Raaf | Darth Voyance | Joycelyn Zambrano | Irveric Tavlar | BobertEZ | Ingrid L'lerim | Kainan Wolfe | Lirka Ka

ALLIES: Valkren Calderon | Kyra Perl | Jerek Morrows | WelshPsych | Reggie Faayare | Aaran Tafo | Cenric Marus | Wyatt Morga | Niklasz Tassik | Beltran Rarr

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Kiff was no stranger to the Sith Empire. He'd engaged in one of his hardest fought battles against the Sith-Imperial fleets over the jungle planet of Pantora as his battle line had come in to relieve the beleaguered forces of the Outer Rim Coalition. Back then, he had barely escaped with most of his fleet intact and the battle had eventually turned into a victory for the Sith Empire. Here, however, on the soil of the Silver Jedi Order with no forces or ships to speak of, Kiff suddenly had the challenge to not repeat those same events and somehow turn the tide of battle.

This is a kriffing waste of time and, Why on Malachor's seven moons am I in the middle of this? were two of the many like-minded thoughts that flashed through Kiff's head as he negotiated the uncomfortably small passageways of Fortress Kh'aris. The entire ground rumbled as the High Marshal of the Confederacy stumbled through the Fortress as streams of Silver Jedi soldiers and droids moved all around him. Closely following behind him were a squadron of BX-series Commando Droids, a security detail that had been apart of the only military forces that the High Marshal had brought to the planet. Of course, if Kiff had known that he would be heading into a full military engagement between two of the major galactic powers, he would have brought more than a literal handful of droids. But these sort of things seemed to, of late, have a habit of springing up unexpectedly on Kiff.

He'd been invited by the commander of the base to tour Kintan and its defenses a while back, and after the terrorist attack on Golbah City, Kiff felt ready to take up the commander on that offer so he could glean some insight on how best to protect his own sector capital of Fondor. He'd arrived on a military transport, a ship that was now no more than a melted pile of metal and debris sitting on a landing pad from an unfortunate turbolaser blast from the Sith Empire's orbital bombardment of Kintan. The Fortress had been spared thanks to its shield generator, and for that Kiff was grateful, but the loss of his transport effectively meant that he was trapped in this battle. The only way out of this planet would be escape; or a victory, if Kiff was to go through that route.

Dust streamed from the ceiling of the base as another artillery blast shook its foundations. For the primary military building on Kintan, Kiff was perturbed that the only artillery that the base had to offer was several light anti-aircraft cannons and a handful of mounted repeating blasters, all of which would be little use against the oncoming Sith legions and armor. Another artillery blast impacted against the shield generator, and the ensuing shaking caused Kiff to break out of his strategic funk. "Captain, can we establish any sort of secure connection to a Confederacy outpost?" he asked as he turned to a Commando Droid, whose painted stripes across its torso indicated it as a captain of the squadron.

"All interplanetary communications have been jammed and our long-range transponder was located in the transport. The defense layouts of Fortress Kh'aris indicates that there are multiple underground passages that may be suitable for transportation away from the conflict, High Marshal, and security protocol implies that we are to take this measure," the Commando Droid responded without emotion as its white-photoreceptors stared unblinkingly at Kiff's own eyes. The High Marshal nodded, thinking as his right hand absentmindedly brushed against the BAW-57 Blaster Pistol holstered at his side. The thoughts in his mind seemed to drown out the chaos around him, and when he looked back at the captain there seemed to be a renewed fire in his eyes; something that Kiff hadn't felt since his assassination attempt.

"Y'know what? To Malachor with protocols. Let's give these Sith bastards a can give them a world of hurt," Kiff said, and a hint of his old roguish smile returned to his face.

"Affirmative," the commando droid said in response, and in a single fluid gesture the photoreceptors of all the droids turned blood-red, signaling that they had just switched into combat mode, drawing their blasters up to their chests in a sign that they were ready for engagement. Kiff grinned as he drew a Confederacy officer's cap from the folds of his field coat, slapping over his curly brown hair. He was ready to have some fun.

It was unfortunate that another round of artillery had to shake them out of this moment, but Kiff let that slide; he was in a warzone after all, not some holodrama. Moments like those were fine and all, but now was the time to shape up and deliver on his promises. Tugging back the sleeves of his coat, he pulled up a holomap of the base that had been connected to the display of Fortress Kh'aris's command tower, which had been originally setup for purposes of demonstration. That was useful after all, Kiff thought as he began to sift through the data. The Sith Empire definitely had an advantage in numbers, with multiple legions of infantry and armor converging on whatever part of the 6th Legion that hadn't left to reinforce New Kalandra barely holding them off in the trenches. Closing the map, he looked up again to the captain, standing silently waiting for orders. "Let's get to the Command Tower to see what's happening from that perspective. We'll be able to get to a transponder there," Kiff said as he shrugged his sleeve back down and began to weave his way through the densely populated corridors of the fortress.

Surprisingly, it didn't take him long to reach the command room; a still-functioning turbolift was the primary factor behind that. Kiff and his retinue of droids streamed into the command tower, and Kiff found himself once more surprised by the lack of beings in this room, other than a few droids and officers that seemed to be handling the general coordination of things. Coughing into his fist, one of them -- a blue-skinned Twi'lek in the uniform of the 6th Kintan Infantry Regiment looked up to see the High Marshal of the Confederacy standing in front of her, flanked by a squadron of Commando Droids. "High Marshal Brayde," she began with a hint of startlement in her voice. "We did not know you were still on Kintan."

"Doesn't really matter now," Kiff said matter of factly as he walked past her to the holo table sitting in the middle of the room. A holomap of the battle, a version of his portable one on a much larger scale was being displayed with a real-time feed that indicated the current troop positions of both the Silver Jedi Order and Sith Empire. And just like his map, what he saw was not good. The Kh'aris's defense was uncordinated and t was almost a miracle that it had held this long. "If it's all the same to you," Kiff said aside to the Twi'lek, "I think I'll be taking command here. I think we both know that the Sith aren't going to accept some pretty surrender if Kh'aris falls."

Not waiting for an answer, Kiff stepped up to the holotable and began to fiddle with the controls, analyzing the current layout of the battlefield. As he did so, a memory from his tour of the base came back to him; "They aren't worth much against armor, I'll admit that, but the Kintan 6th are kriffing good snipers. Give one man a rifle and some range, and he'd be worth a hundred bloody Sith-Imperials," had been the words that the commandeer had told him as Kiff had watched the soldiers practice their drills, at a time before the Sith attack that seemed to be months ago. But those words helped jog the strategic side of the High Marshal's brain as he turned once more to the Twi'lek officer. "Order the remaining infantry of the 6th Kintan to retreat to positions where we can cover them by the base's artillery, and I want all Howlrunner hovertanks to deploy next to the walls of the base. Our droid legionnaires are to remain to cover the retreat, and I want starfighters to try and do some damage to the Sith artillery. And as a side note, I want the slicer droids in our communications tower to start working on breaking through the communications jam."

The Twi'lek nodded, and Kiff turned to the commando droids who stood waiting for orders. "All of you, except for you two," he said pointing to a pair of commando droids that stood side-by-side, "are to take sniper positions on the walls, wherever you can find them. Instruct any remaining troopers of the 6th Kintan to do the same, and I want to get those AMT-7s mounted and aimed at those artillery formations. Let's give these Sith our warmest welcome," Kiff said with the hint of a cheekish grin. Something about being in the midst of battle felt good, felt right after weeks of nothing but laying in a hospital bed.

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: New Kalandra
Allies: SJO and allies
Enemies: TSE and enemies (open to a fight.)
Equipment: Armour (in sig), bow (in sig), two Lightsabers

Units available: Rescue Rangers, Elite Rescue Rangers
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The Sith were quick to their fight, attacks were coming down hard and invasion forces were descending from the skies. Gripping his bow tightly in his hand, he looked around as people were starting to evacuate. "Everyone on the ships, Padawans, make sure that they are safe." Yuroic stated as he tapped comms to the SJO ships in the sky, "send the distress beacon, we need support now!" He ordered the ships as he turned to civilians and helped them to the evacuation ships. There were others focusing on the evacuation process, Yuroic stood protecting their rear, his stance was firm as he nocked an explosive arrow, should be fun to explode some of these Sith forces. There was a realisation that a speech, something inspiring might be needed to help the civilians but the situation looked fairly dire in Yuroic's eyes, if only the Jedi he spoke to sent more than a handful of volunteers.​

Tapping his comms, "citizens, don't fear. We have planned for this attack best we can. The fortress is strong and heavily fortified. Evacuation ships are available for you and we will be protecting from Sith attack on the city. We will hold the line, this is our home and the Sith won't take this from us!" Yuroic roared as he fired an explosive arrow at the Sith ground forces. The civilians weren't bothered by the Mandalorians, too fearful of their lives to be concerned about who were the ones guiding them into the evacuation ships. Yuroic fired several more arrows as he looked around, support was not much here, while it was important to get innocents out of here but they also needed to ensure that the Sith were murdering them as they were trying to escape.​

"I need backup fighting these Sith forces at the edges of the city, need to make sure that the Sith don't attack the civilians from behind as they are escaping." Yuroic explained as he breathed out slowly, hopefully help would arrive soon, hopefully it would be enough. Hope was all that they had right now, hope that they could fight well enough. Hope that they could push the Sith back. Each person needed to hold onto that hope to see the day through, at least that was what Yuroic felt.​

 

[Tekkio]

Objective: Assault beneath the fortress.
Location: The Dogged Hand, Ferrata-class Assault Carrier.
Troops: Ten Legionairs armed with Autokractor rifles and sith battle armor. There is a few that has thermal detonators on hand [
Equipment: A small blaster pistol outfitted for his size, and an officer's combat uniform with a comm, datapad and one normal size thermal detonator.
Tags: Joycelyn Zambrano Darth Carnifex BobertEZ Darth Prazutis Taeli Raaf

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"Not sure I am ready for another fight so soon." One trooper said among nine others. Most of them had their helmets removed. The male soldier was human, holding the blaster rifle he had used in battle, training, and now here. "Speak for yourself." Another said behind his helmet. He was not using his comms so his voice was very muffled. "I honestly cant wait to try out these new guns, and actually blow stuff up for a change. Plus count yourself lucky, we're not going to see any of the real fight." There was a collective chuckle among the troopers, all laughing at what was said just now. "What? Not like we're being told to engage. Unless I am mistaken, our orders was not to engage where-ever possible." He was met with the person who he had responded to. The male soldier without a helmet looked up at him and then relaxed his head to the side, as if addressing someone who needed to be explained things clearly. "You probably haven't fought alongside sith before. Optional engagement is never optional. It's going to happen."

The conversation was about to continue. The obvious person who thought this mission was going to be easy was suddenly interrupted by three soldiers near simultaneously yelling out, "Officer on deck!" Weapons that was held, was not dropped but brought to and 'order arms' position. Anything that was not a weapon fell off laps and onto the floor. Who walked in was an officer in a black uniform. His height was about a meter tall. The soldiers starred straight forward. The small Kushiban officer walked past them heading for a rather large door at the back of the room. "As you were." Tekkio said, putting the soldiers at ease.

"That's Officer 654?" The soldier in the helmet asked, though not really to anyone. There was a female voice responding, not as loud but over the comms. "Now I know you're new to the special forces. That's Tekkio, Vannessa's pet. Don't let him fool you, he is an expert at infiltration and deep line sabotage." The soldier who was speaking was next to him. He looked over at her, faceless helmets met. Visors looking at each other. "What's your name?" She asked. His response was quick once he recognized her as the next in command. "SF 1201" There was nod and then another question from her. "I meant what is your callsign. I'm CK-14, but most call me Kat." He looked back at her and then to everyone else, who was not really paying attention. "Special forces don't have callsigns. Not in Delta Company..." He was cut off. "We're not Delta Company. Here we have callsigns. Here we are more than just a helmet."

He hesitated to answer, not really sure what to call himself. He looked over to see Lieutenant Tekkio open doors revealing a dark trooper exosuit. He wanted to stand upon seeing the suit. "Is that... Dark troopers?" He asked. Kat responded over comms. "Yes it is. Tekkio hardly uses it but this mission might be different." The soldier male looked back at her. "So we are fighting next to combat droids?" The woman shook her helmet. "No, we'll be fighting by ourselves, no advanced combat droids." The man looked behind the helmet looked dumbfounded. "Dark trooper droids are much more effective. That is a dark trooper exosuit. With that, anyone could control a squad of droids and give orders to them. Why have us fight without them?"

There was a pause. "Because...." Tekkio said. "Droids are cold. They have no feelings, or morals, or judgment. They carry out orders no matter the consequences." Everyone looked at the small officer. "I'd much rather fight alongside someone who will make the right choice." Tekkio closed the doors leaving the suit in the large room, only wielding a blaster pistol and a belt. "We will be accompanying a General. Gear up, we are about to deploy." Kat looked at the new guy as she stood and went for her things.

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The ship shook. The troopers was silent. Tekkio stood behind the Lieutenant General, and in front of his troopers. Next to him was a familiar escort. Someone who often followed him around huge ships, followingly close by so that patrolling troopers would not step on the Lieutenant. But today, CK-14 would Tekkio knew to let the beasts the ship was carrying go first. He stood stock at attention, ears perked. "On you command, General" He said, not wanting to overstep his bounds and deploy too early.

 

[Felix Astermo]

Location: New Kalandra, outskirts.
Objective: Soften the enemy's defences. Seek worthy prey.
Interacting With: Taozi Fuyuan
Allies: The Sith Empire | Karina Lowe, Darth Voyance , Irveric Tavlar , Aerarii Tithe , Darth Bellum , & anyone I missed.
Enemies: Everyone else. | Reggie Faayare , Aaran Tafo , Wyatt Morga , Jessica Med-Beq , Ryv , Lanik Dawnstar , Beltran Rarr , WelshPsych , & anyone I missed. Plus, you know, those darn civilians.
Equipment: Cortosis-weave Vibrosword, Sith Lanvarok, modified Legionnaire Armour, & a ritual dagger.
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So much had changed during his slumber, that much he had learned during his short time with the Sith. So much had changed, but one thing remained the same - when the Sith made war, carnage followed. The weeding out of the weak for the strengthening of the whole.

The small room he had been assigned aboard the Hope's Bane, little more than a broom closet, was thick with strange incense and the metallic smell of freshly-spilt blood. Letting his fingers drift through the lifeblood of his dying slave, the young Pureblood ignored the pathetic wheezing, focusing instead on the strange patterns he painted upon his near-naked form - ancient runes of strength and protection. "Purpose in death, slave. It is the best your kind can hope for."

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He should not have killed his slave - not before receiving assistance with his new suit of armour. It was an impressive thing, a gift fit for a king, at least by the standards of the Ancient Sith. It was, however, somewhat difficult to put on properly, and the seemingly innumerable strange gadgets gave him a headache.

Putting away such bleak thoughts for later, he gave himself over to anticipation. Even as his gunship shot through one of the gaps in the city's shield, pilot manoeuvring frantically to avoid anti-air defences and friendly artillery alike, he knew only the thrill of impending slaughter - at least until a blast connected, shearing off a wing and sending them hurtling through a native housing complex.

Snarling in frustration, the Pureblood blinked rapidly, trying to get his bearing despite the idiotic blinking of the emergency lights. Why did everything have to blink in the future? Pushing his way through the recovering legionnaires, barely sparing a glance at those who sprawled silently, never to rise again, he forced open a side door, making his way through the wreckage of what had once been someone's home until he reached an open street.

As if by the will of the Force, a surprisingly calm transmission echoed forth nearby speakers, barely audible over the drumming of artillery and panicking civilians. Alor. Mandalorian. Their kind were great warriors, supposedly - worthy prey. Climbing up the side of the nearest building, ignoring the gawking Nikto and emerging Legionnaires, he began to run along the rooftops, following the stream of civilians to this Alor, this Ruler. Her head would make a fine trophy, he was sure.

 

[Ellie Mors]

CONVICT / DIVIDE

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Location: Outside New Kalandra
Objective: Take the city.
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order | Ryv Erika Garter Sin
Equipment: Orbalisk Armor, Lightsaber

Plans. Rigidity. Disciple. Order.

These were the foundations that the Sith Empire was built on, the bedrock of Sith culture, held to an importance higher than power, than strength. But in the heart of war, in the heat of battle, there was no place for order, and there was certainly no room for sycophants that held themselves to protocol like children wanting to impress their parents. The pilot had refused to fly her closer to the city, claiming that they were to stay behind the Emperor's leading forces and follow orders from someone that had a name on a piece of paper that purportedly gave them the right to tell her what she could and could not do. The crew, like the rest of the braindead soldiers that wanted a promotion, agreed.

Shame.

The mangled corpses that were littered across the floor beneath each bright red trail of blood that streaked the walls of the rear compartment served as a reminder of what the punishment for stupidity was. In the cockpit, separated from the rear of the small vessel by a reinforced door rated to handle a decent amount of blasterfire, the pilot seemed determined to bring the ship down towards the rendezvous assigned to their troop designation and report her for a presumably speedy promotion. "We have our orders, you deranged lunatic. I am not flying towards anti-aircraft defenses just because you don't want to fall into the rank and file of the military." The pilot shouted into the microphone for the intercom that echoed his voice into the rear of the ship. From the other side of the door, hand spread open on the center of the door, she rolled her eyes and sighed.

The door crumpled like tinfoil with only the slightest of visible exertions coming from the woman as she stepped through the now open door frame and placed a small hand on the pilot's shoulder. "You are going to fly me towards that city and I am going to land in that city. You will not stop flying into that city until we are shot out of the sky or I am on the ground." Braith explained. "Or you can join your friends in the afterlife, your choice." She added with a slight nod of her head, gesturing to the mess behind her. "Do I make myself clear?" She asked, tightening her grip.

"Crystal." He squeaked.

"Good."

Not trusting him to keep to his word without a physical presence to remind him of the threat she'd pose to his life if he were to disobey, Braith remained rooted in place, completely unfazed by the shaking of the ship caused by the turbulence they endured while the shuttle maneuvered around and away from the elements of defense that fired into the air as they neared the outskirts of the city. Glancing down at herself, assessing the state of her armor and taking a quick inventory of her belongings, the sight of crimson splashed against the golden scales of her orbalisk armor contrasted against the clean silver of the saberstaff that hung from the thin band at her waist. She had neglected to bring her spear with her, this time, but was content with the lightsabers that were conjoined at the base of the hilt.

Satisfied that she was both armed and that the orbalisks that clung hungrily to her skin for her dark presence, her gaze returned back up to the sight of the city's outskirts and was nearly caught off-guard by the sudden flash of bright green that illuminated the cockpit just before the explosion that would inevitably follow. With practiced focus a sphere of shimmering light formed around her as she leapt back into the rear of the ship, and just as she brought herself through the door frame the cockpit was blown apart. Saved by a well-timed barrier, Braith clung to one of the seats along the wall that the soldiers had previously sat in during their initial deployment. Just beyond the city itself the dropship hurled down to the ground below and, just as she wished, Braith's arrival would be imminent.

So, too, would the sacking of New Kalandra.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Kintan orbit, aboard the Serran

From the command center of the Serran, Darth Avacyn watched in silence, hands clasped behind her back as the feeds in front of her showed the budding assault on Kintan. Clad in her armor she stood, exerting a commanding presence that would easily remove all doubt as to who held the reigns on the dreadnought.

Wherever the Sith Empire reached out to, war always followed close behind. There were many who fought for the empire and they did so in unity, no matter how varied their reasons were. Some fought for glory, for purpose, or sheer fanaticism, though always with zeal. Avacyn's reason to fight was another, and as she blinked she could've sworn she saw a flash of it before her sight once more showed the numerous monitors she stood before. Home. Family.

Within the empire Darth Avacyn had those two things and there, they were safe. Safe from chaos, death and destruction. But those who would oppose the Sith were an ever-looming threat to that which mattered most to the woman. And so, she took up arms once more to bring destruction to those who wouldn't think twice about bringing it to her. For her home, her wife, her children, her family. Soon she would join the battle, her first since vacating her seat as Triumvir of Strength and taking her place as the Pyramid of Sith Doctrine.

"Milady, the shuttles are prepared and the Crimson Lance is ready to deploy."

Avacyn broke her silence. "Good. I shall meet them planetside."

The time had come. With haste she left the command center and made her way to her shuttle.

Darth Prazutis | Darth Carnifex ​

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective: Keep Kyra and Fortress safe!
Allies: Kyra Perl Jerek Morrows and SJO + allies
Enemies: TSE + allies
Equipment: Lightsaber Pike, Decoria-Class Light Weight Assault Rifle, standard plasteel armour
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So, a trip to show off her Rescue Rangers and to figure out what new tech they might need against the Sith turned into a full panic and organisation of the forces available. Kat was wearing her armour, armed with her rifle and Lightsaber strapped to her back, Kat wandered through the fortress. She had allowed Kyra to convince her to join her fellow Padawan in checking out the fortress and helping with the soldiers around the area. It had been a busy time, her armour was tight to her frame but still somewhat bulky for protection. She heard her forces moving around and organising themselves on their encrypted comms. The Rescue Rangers were doing their job well, just as she hoped they would. Evacuation was their speciality since the Jedi were not much for invasion she wanted soldiers specialised in supporting them.​

Moving through the groups of soldiers and Jedi organising themselves, the attack was going to be the most dangerous at the fortress with the Sith hungry for destruction and blood. Kat was nervous and scared, she had been in several battles but the fear of dying never went away. She knew that Kyra would be feeling the worst since the empath often fed off how others felt and the nerves, the fear, the impending doom would be overwhelming for anyone. Kat strolled through the areas looking for her friend as she wanted to make sure her friend was alive. Kat reached Kyra and found her talking with another Jedi. She gave a polite smile to the stranger and then looked at Kyra, placing a hand on her shoulder.​

"Hey, so how are you doing? Think we need to be getting ready for the attack, have you seen the others?" Kat asked, Kyra has had a collection of friends she dragged with her on her escapades and Kat knew this would be no different. Smiling to her friend, she wanted to kiss and hug her close, whisper that things could be okay as long as they had each other but that just wasn't possible right now.​

 

[Cenric Marus]

Location: Space
Enemies: Viktor Goetz
Allies: SJO
Objective: Strafe some ships
Ship: J-1

The J-1 was old, older than most ships that Feln had flown, but it still handled better than he would have expected. The tiny engines rocketed him forward at a speed faster than he could have asked for. Silently he thanked whomever had designed the ship. It took him only a few minutes to close the distance between his hyperspace ring and Kintan proper.

As he drew closer and closer to the planet he could already see ships sitting in orbit, the distinctive design of Sith vessels pressing closer and closer to orbit. Turbolasers, flak, and starfighters could be seen already darting between the vessels.

Feln tensed slightly, taking in a deep breath.

This would be the first time he actually flew into combat. He'd escaped a station under fire once, but never in a ship like this. Fingers quickly flicked several switches, and he could feel the old ship shake slightly as it's engines readjusted and the twin laser canon powered itself up. An explosion from a turbo-laser struck just a few thousand Kilometers ahead.

His breath slowly flowed out, and then he darted into the fight.

Almost instantly two Sith Fighters reached him, their screen nearest their combat ships picking him up. Feln darted his own vessel to the left, shifting himself between an SJO vessel and a Sith destroyer before turning sharply the other way.

The two Sith Fighters struggled to keep up, and as they shot around the corner Feln suddenly jammed the J-1's side thrusters, turning the vessel on a dime and squeezing the triggers of his controls to send a quick burst of laser fire to destroy the fighters.

Two down, a thousand to go. Feln thought to himself as he kicked the j-1's engines forward and headed towards one of the Sith's destroyers.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Location: Fortress Kh’aris
Objective: Slaughter
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO, Kiff Brayde

Lirka had bid her time since entering the folds of the Empire. She stewed on Mandalore, making her bloody mark on the trash that called it home: her monstrous bloodlust ran free, decades of hatred allowed to bubble forth and be unleashed upon those whom had slighted her all those years ago. But now things had changed, the Mandalorians would suffer for what they had done to her home: a home which now laid in the hands of Jedi trash. A world that she lay in her hands, and her hands alone.

And today, the Jedi would feel the wrath of Thustra's Lost Queen.

She came down with the full might of what her Military-Governorship would allow, her horde of black armored Legionnaires descending down from the void to the Fortress itself: she held no care for the AA fire that filled the sky. Her transport rumbled, shaking from when one of the craft next to her burst into a molten fireball: acceptable losses. Dozens could die, but dozens would set down. She would set out. And she would give retribution upon this trash.

With a thud, her transport set down. And Lirka showed herself to the world once again: the monster had changed in the time since she left the Confederates, a fact that Kiff Brayde could effortlessly whenever his eyes inevitably fell on the armored behemoth. She strode out of the darkness of the drop ship, a god amongst mortal men. She towered over the Legionnaires around her: her armor was art, as it had always been: it had become more ostentatious since becoming Governor. Gold trim swirled around her armor, violet ribbon flew freely in the wind, and a top knot of fiery crimson hair now adorned her helmet. It was regal, but she had lost none of her raw brutality. The demonic visage of her helmet was not lost, curved horns point to the sky, and her armor was as crisply sharp as it ever was. Her hoisted her massive Klaive, that bizarre and alien blade burning with emerald fire from the electro-plasma filament installed into it. She bellowed out her command, the call to charge, and a challenge to whomever laid within.

”JEDI! DEATH COMES FOR YOU! COME AND FACE IT WITH PRIDE.”

And with that, she bounded forward. Uncaring of return fire, she was a specter of death: she was death. The massive bulk slowed her down none, and it hid a deceptive speed: she hungered, and the enemy was too far away to be hacked and slashed into bloody chunks, for now.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Objective: Preserve Life??
Allied tags: Jerek Morrows Kat Decoria Acaadi
Enemies: Open​

"It is not for a Jedi to be ready for war," he counseled, "but to assure that life goes on after."
"Keepers of the Peace," he told her, "have to first find their own."

The master's words resonated inside of her, in a way most of her lessons failed to. Maybe it was the fact that she was about to stare down sith, death did have a funny way of opening one's eyes.

Kyra let out a shaky breath, giving Jerek a nod. The force around her seemed perpetually charged with her emotions. It was a strange twist to her zeltron heritage, the girl unconsciously taking her skill with the force and projecting an aura of what she felt out into the air around her. It was pleasant when she was happy, but deeply uncomfortable when she was not.

He would feel as she grew calmer. The fear, while still present, became background noise to the idea she tried to embody in her mind.

In order to help others, she must first be calm.

"Hey, so how are you doing? Think we need to be getting ready for the attack, have you seen the others?" Kat asked.​

She startled at Kat's arrival, letting out a viscious gasp. "Ah, geeze- Kat-" she pressed a hand into her chest, taking dramatic, deep breaths.

"You really need to walk heavier." She looked around them, quickly considering the girl's other questions. "Um. No. I left Acaadi down the hall. We should get him," she resolved with a sense of severity. The sith were here.

She looked to Jerek, her gaze almost apologetic in the way she pulled away from him. "I'm sorry," she breathed quickly. "...See you around?" As she pulled Kat towards the door of the hall, a set of words would hit his mind.

'Don't die...'

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Near Kintan
Objective: Answer distress call
Allies: Kiso Cenric Marus
Enemies: Viktor Goetz Darth Athora Murao

Spoiler: Gred Fleet

Kero's Kad: Shield-100%, Hull-100%
Enigma: Shield-100%, Hull-100%
5x Enigma-class FACs: All, Shield-100%, Hull-100%
6x PS-1 "Tagger" Corvettes (Escort Variant): All, Shield-100%, Hull-100%
6x GF-2b Super TwinTail squadrons: 36
2x "Kodashi" Viper MKII squadrons: 24
3x HA-1 Beskad squadrons: 12

Mig sat aboard the Kero's Kad, looking out at hyperspace before his sister, Vaux, smacked the back of his head. "Are you trying to get sick?" Mig rubbed the back of his, looking back at his little sister. He knew she just didn't want him to get sick, but she had a rough way of showing it. The Alor just chuckled it off though, and sighed.

"I just have a bad felling about this." The younger pilot looked confused. This was just a normal slaver rout. Nothing they hadn't done before. Why would Mig have a bad feeling right now? It made no sense. That was until the ship's A.I., Kaddie, activated, sounding frantic.

"Alor! Fight Commander! We have a distress signal coming in from Kintan! It...." Vaux gave the A.I. a scoffing look, which awarded her a glare from her brother.

"That's a jetii world? What help could they need."

"Vaux.... You were saying Kaddie?"

"The Sith are attacking. They're there to take the planet, and the defense fleet's might be undergunned for this." Mig looked at where they were. Close. Close enough to be quick. His mind went back to Concord Dawn. To Hammerfall. What they did. Mig clenched his fist, looking back at Kaddie and Vaux. He looked back out, hitting the intercom. "All hands, the Sith are attacking Kintan. We're going to assist. Man your battle stations." He then looked to Kaddie. "Tell the corvettes to follow us. Leave the cruisers, frigates, and pocket carriers to handle the slavers." The A.I. gave an affirmative answer efore going to work to set the reroute, but Vaux clearly wasn't happy.

"Why are we helping them?" Mig stopped for a moment, sighing before looking at his sister.

"Because no world deserves what the Sith did to our home, and to Mandalore. If not to help the Jedi, then look at it as revenge." Vaux sighed, walking out to get her squadrons ready. She couldn't argue his point. She heard about what happened. She didn't want it either, no matter her thoughts on the Jedi. As she ran down, the Gred flagship and her corvettes turned to make their way to Kintan. Kaddie had told the others that he'd keep them updated as best he could, but right now they had to be ready for a fight. And then they arrived.

Jumping out of hyperspace, the Kad, flanked by her escorts, jumped a short ways away from the system. He looked out to see the Sith fleet, and he SJO ships. Was this enough? Should he have brought the whole fleet? Maybe. But that was not here or there. Now.... He had to focus. He gave the command to hail the SJO fleet, looking on from the bridge. There was no fire yet, oddly enough. The fighters and Beskads, having latched on torpedo pods, poured from the hangers. Once the hail was answered, Mig would speak up, hoping the Jedi would know he was an ally.

"Tatsuta, this is the Mandalorian vessel Kero's Kad. We're here to assist as best we can.

Spoiler: Fleet actions

• The Gred Fleet entered the system, and launched fighters.
• Tatsuta is hailed.

 

[Erika Garter Sin]

Objective: Search for citizens lost
Enemies: Ellie Mors
Allies: Ryv
Equipment: Lightsaber, the Force
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Personally, she saw no real reason to be here, searching through every nook and cranny for anyone being left behind. Loud speakers had and still announced for citizens to prepare for evacuations. How could anyone not hear them? Well, maybe if they were deaf, but that was besides the point. Behind her was already a line of people being escorted by troops while she head deeper into the city to search for the citizens, but there wasn't any clues if there was. New Kalandra looked like a dumb to her, how could anyone live in such an environment?

She hadn't really spent much time with the Silver Jedi either, sort of accidentally got mixed up with all this when she was checking out a ship. They'd rushed the ship, pushing her in with them. Instead of trying to explain it all, though, she opted to shut up and be polite. Erika didn't like meddling in the affairs of the galaxy, wasn't her place. She was a nobody living in a huge galaxy that didn't even know she existed. The half blood had seen what trying to mess with the nature of the galaxy had done to her father, and she wanted no part of that. Yet, still, here she was. Must have been a family curse.

The more she searched the further she moved from the line, the gather of people wanting to get out of here. She didn't blame them. It was only a matter of time before she would turn back, and opt that the people of this part of the city were ready to hit the road.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

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

Spoiler

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

When plans were lain for the attack on Kintan, the Generals had discussed on length and speculated about old rumours and schematics from pre-Silver Jedi constructions of the Fortress. One thing was consistently mentioned: Fenn’s Cavern. A network of hollow spaces ran underneath the fortress, perhaps even the city. Whether they were in use or not, they could not say for certain, but Joycelyn would bet it was less guarded than the wall.

So they had devised a strange pincer manoeuvre.

"Dornian, descend."

As the Sith-Imperial forces advanced, dug their trenches, fired their artillery and in short gathered the noose around the neck of Kintaan, Lt. General Joycelyn Zambrano watched as the Rumblers tilted and burrowed into the soft earth. The harsh machine noises were swiftly suffocated by the sand and stone of the dry landscape as they delved deeper and deeper, aiming to circumvent the battle from underneath and attack.

The machines carried legionnaires with them, and more would follow in their wake. A technical protege and knight of the Sith by the name of Cara Dornian had accepted the charge of overseeing the armoured, subterranean advance. Thus far, the knight had impressed Joycelyn with her hands-on approach to the machinery.

She looked to Lt. Tekkio, giving him a nod to sanction his advance as well.

“I wish you luck, Lieutenant.”

From the shuttles with the jagged smile, Sith beastmasters lead monsters of the Sith out with focused attention, aided by Joycelyn’s own will and determination to see her manoeuvre through. The insect-like creatures screeched and hissed before they started clawing their way into the tunnels after the Rumblers. They vomited sprays of acid to tear away the soft matter, and they stabilised the tunnels for the larger monsters to move through.

Joycelyn joined one of the Rumblers just ahead of the sithspawn. A reserve of legionnaires waited behind, counting down the minutes until it was their turn to dive.

The creatures and the machines were efficient, if slow in their advance. That was why she had not dallied with the deployment, but insisted on expedience. In their subterranean journey, the sithspawn would sometimes overtake the Rumblers and burrow ahead. Other times, the machines maintained their head start and steady approach.

Their advance summoned a d deep rumble to the surface that shook the ground wherever the burrowing machines went. But the thunder of the artillery and the crashing of sundered walls would disguise their approach,.

Or so they hoped.

(Edit: Continuity error in links)