Campaign Devil You Know: Campaign to SJC Held Myrkr (Myrkr, Velmor, Orleon, Azure, Katarr)

[Ellie Mors]

The Devil You Know

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"Long have we waited."

"Traitorous brethren split us from inside after Kintan, assaulted us on a warpath to our former capital - and for what? To protect the Jedi."

"No more. No longer will traitors to the Sith draw our focus away from our prize, and now, as we set our sights on the first step into Silver Jedi territory, we will not stop until we have snuffed out their light. From Velmor to Azure, from Myrkr to Orleon, the Eclipse will begin."

"And that long night will never end."

From every corner of the Empire the call had been heard, and able-bodied soldiers from every background, from every species and walk of life, answered. On Dromund Kaas the Sith raised their banners, on Metalorn the Yuuzhan Vong threw their fists to the sky for Jedi blood, and radicalized youths from the historic streets of Corbos to the quaint countrysides of New Alderaan cast aside the stagnation of peace for the excitement of war. The fight with their traitorous brethren had been a demoralizing affair - to spill the blood of, or to be wounded by, family was of the greatest taboo, even among the black-hearted Sith - but the promise of eternal conquest, of growth and glory once more, and the rise of Typhojem once more with the formation of the Sith Meliora, spurred even the most skeptical and pessimistic to stand shoulder to shoulder with each other in the great vessels of war that ferried them across the bleak void of space to Silver space.

From the Sith-held Mandalorian worlds the Empire poured into Silver Jedi space with its eyes set on the jungle world of Myrkr and its Vegemite Jedi-Mandalorians, but from Concord Dawn and Metalorn the Sith and Yuuzhan Vong moved to cut through Orleon and Velmor to coordinate their strike on the Silver Jedi. Up against an enemy they knew better than they knew themselves, the Empire split its focus among the five sectors they had set their sights on. In a matter of hours the Sith Empire and Silver Jedi Concord found themselves embroiled in a terrifyingly bloody siege on each of the worlds caught in the path of conquest.

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"Keep me posted on the conflict above." Vesta Zambrano, Darth Mori, said to a Slayer, a soldier of the Yuuzhan Vong disciplined in the art of combat against the Jeedaii, behind a fallen section of duracrete that had once been attached to the wall of the building that stood in ruins to their side. "And you," he said as his gaze shifted towards Quinn Varanin , his apprentice, "try to stay by my side this time. I want you standing with me when we take this hunk of reptile-infested trash from the Jedi and the Mandalorians they've sheltered." Not more than a handful of paces away the trading of blaster fire from Sith-aligned forces making their way down the street with those fired by the coalition of Jedi and Mandalorian forces. Moving towards the fray, gesturing for his Slayers and Quinn to follow, there was no mere saber in his hand - the blade in his hand was the Talon of Typhojem, an artifact of divine importance to the joint religious cult of Yuuzhan Vong fanatics and Sith cultists.

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The Sith Forces are in orbit around the planet of Myrkr, and they have brought Yuuzhan Vong friends. The Silver Concord’s Defense Force is being deployed to the suburbs of Myrkr. Fleeters should delay and destroy Sith targets.

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As there has already been landers from the Sith and Silver reinforcements to the Mandalorian world, landing near the Great Northern Forest, Sith, are meeting Mandos and Jedi alike. Defend Hyllyard City while the Concord evacuates civilians to safety. Having landed outside the shields, Sith are fighting towards the City while Silver Forces are defending the City.

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The Vegemite Jedi Empire has a Temple on Myrkr. Sith and Jedi forces alike are vying for control, one for domination of, and the other to protect the Temple. We will find duels here while chaos reigns outside the walls.

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While the Sith are striking heavy in Myrkr, other worlds in the area are also being attacked by their forces. This includes the world of Velmor, assist in the defense of Den Velmor and Outpost Zulu. Engage and repel Sith Forces from our world.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: En route to the Myrkr, onboard one of the EE’s Star Destroyers
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Space forces: 4/4 Adjudicator II-class Star Destroyer (under Thaelius 's command)
Ground forces: 2.000/2.000 Ultranauts | 2.000/2.000 Infinites (under Telis Taharin-Zambrano 's command)
Allies: Telis Taharin-Zambrano
Enemies: Finley Dawson

Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil​

Although this kind of help was not explicitly stated in the treaty to help with this kind of conquest, Ingrid was not the kind of person who would have just let her allies down. No, she preferred to be on the field and fight in the first line. Although AMCO wasn't particularly happy about that either. Like many others who wanted to preserve the stability of the Eternal Empire.

Not just because Ingrid was just a regent, too, and she had no deputy who could have taken her place if she had died. Even STRATCOM didn’t know about Elaena Kessia Miran 's existence, so it would have been hard to mark her as a successor. Five planets at once in a great invasion, again Mandalorians. She chose Myrkr from the five planets, if only because she had heard that Telis Taharin-Zambrano would be the commander-in-chief here. She hadn't had a chance to talk to the Sith Lord since the treaty, and she wanted to.

This time, Lord Aagenti will not get away with “running away” from the red-haired woman. She looked at the Sith Lord as a friend and was still bothered that the other had misunderstood the whole situation during the peace treaty and wanted to sort out the situation so that no one was left with any spikes. Yes, she wanted to sort things out and get Telis to finish the role of the offended lord because she didn't think he was doing well at all.

The woman's offer was still standing, the red-haired woman didn't know what to do with Aagenti's dislike of open relationships. Nor did she “dare” to say that a Force-bond was formed between her and AMCO on Bastion. She still caused quite a lot of pain, she didn't want to inflict further wounds on the Sith Lord. Maybe she'll tell him once, but not now. The four Adjudicator II-class Star Destroyers jumped out of hyperspace at once with the Sith Imperial ships, though they came from elsewhere. But as soon as they arrived, Ingrid opened two communication channels to the Imperial ships. An open one for everyone and a private one for Telis Taharin-Zambrano 's ship.

”This is Ingrid L’lerim, the Overlord or the Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire. I brought some support for the Sith Empire. I hand over control of the four Star Destroyers to the Commander-in-Chief of the fleet and offer the ground units to Lord Aagenti as soon as the shields have been removed and we can begin to land on the surface.”

She then switched to the private comm. channel to the Sith Lord's ship.

”Lord Telis, this time I will not let you escape. You have avoided me since the treaty, we cannot drag this anymore, and we need to talk. And not only should we, but we will!”

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[Lirka Ka]

Location: Arriving at Thustra
Objective: Reclaim the Throne
Tags: None, shoot PM first if gonna hop in plz

LONG HAVE I WAITED​

Her machinations had been thorough and shadowy, broken and rebuilt, baptized in the blood of a planet, but finally, finally the day had come. In the darkness Lirka had prepared for this most holy of days. Worlds had been wracked and reborn, great fueling stations, legions of workers and warriors trapped or enraptured in the Sephi’s thrall, and the factories that belched dark smog out onto a dozen worlds. For the Borderlands, right under the Empire’s nose, had been turned into a staging ground for this very campaign. While they fought in the north against the so-called “New Imperials”, squandering resources, throwing away the lives of warriors as planet after planet fell. Lirka watched.

Oh did she watch.

The Jedi tumor taunted her, it stood unmolested while the Empire surged against it’s traitorous foes, the jem itself: sweet Thustra, had laid merely a sector away. Her planet laid in hands not-her-own once more. But no longer. For this day would be echoed for millena to come, for today? Today was the Day of Reclamation.

As Lirka stood on the bridge of her Autarch, the Death of Hope, she took a sick amusement in knowing that thousands now flew in hyperspace to Myrkr: throwing themselves against the walls of Australis, but that was the goals of the Empire: this? This was Lirka’s birthright, it was beyond mere notions of Empires and the will of their Cultist masters. Around the Sephi the bridge was amuck with activity as the various menials scurried around the Moff’s flagship

These were her men: the important ones were at least. For just as long as she had prepared for this grand and holy crusade, she had seeded her dark seeds within the Empire: her Lords of Nihl, all those men and women who had allowed darkness to rot away at their hearts until they saw the grim and dark truths of this Galaxy. They knelt to her will, for Lirka had ascended to the very manifestation of Lords’ so-called-God, and so did the Dark Matriarch watch over her massed servants. Knowing that within the grand landing bays more and more warriors shifted in their seats, hungry, waiting to strike out against the Jedi.

She suspected to find few.

Towering over all the various persons within the Bridge, Lirka’s armored form glanced to an elderly man in crisp uniform. The true commander of the Death of Hope, but he had bent the knee quickly, just like she would force Thustra to do.

“We will be arriving soon, Liege.”

The beastly Sephi merely gave a stark nod in response. Her head turned to face the streaking lights of Hyperspace. It was time. Time to finally reclaim a home that had been denied to her for over a century. She had dreamed of this day since she had walked side-by-side with the Confederate cowards to the south, and even before those days she had held the ember of Reclamation within her heart. And now? Now it blazed like an inferno.

A few shouts from the bridge, they were entering realspace now. Rising from her seat, Lirka’s voice thundered from her helmet: there was no distortion today, merely the thick accent that denoted her as one of Thustra’s nobility.

“Through Oath and through Blood, we have sworn to save this world! Save Thustra from it’s perverse state, to throw off the shackles of the conquer, and to finally lite the inferno anew! Cylys sai si syli! Mar tia veli shi aeraesar!”

And finally, the handful of ships that made up Lirka’s warfleet burst out of hyperspace above Thustra: it had been so long since she had laid eyes upon her home, a swirling mass of blues and greens and mountain ranges so vast and so mighty that they could be seen from orbit. But she could see the scars of conquest, the mighty industry that the Mandalorians had been able to muster on her world so long ago. Fire burned in her chest, the fires of hate fueled her, the heart of the entire Sector reduced to little more than a spec within the fold.

No longer.

Her voice thundered louder now, transmissions forced down to the planet below: from the lowest dens of the Under-Cities to the highest peak of the Grand Palace. They would hear her words, the words of their Queen.

“People of Thustra, hear my words! For so long has our world crumbled, been forsaken by obscurity and our traditions perverted into hollow shells of what they once were! For hear my words and rally, hear my words and lay down your arms against my coming, hear my words and throw off the shackles of our new oppressors! Hear these words and know, Lirka Ka! True Queen of Thustra, has returned to claim her birthright!”

And to think, only over a century prior she had been this planet’s sweetheart, the dainty daughter of the King. And here she stood, moulded and reshaped by a hard and cruel Galaxy as Thustra’s savior.

But the Dark had taught her many things while she floated in the void, dancing with Death once again. And as the Sephi turned on her heels, heading down to one of the horde of landing craft ready to assault the key positions on the planet: she let her heart harden, and her resolve turn into the firmest of metals, she knew so many of her words would fall on deaf ears, and she knew without any doubt in her heart: Sephi blood would be spilled this day.

And the blood of the traitors would baptize her ascension, just as the flames of a thousand battlefields had done so before.

 

[Kaia Vullen]

KATARR
Val Erides: Ruins of a Miraluka Settlement.

“Yes, I understand.”

Kaia vullen placed down a round stone, a name painted on its underside. A smile spread over her lips as she felt the spirit release their hold on the material realm.

“Go in peace.”

The stone was one of many, each dotting the spot of a fallen life from a calamity of ages past. Most other places had long since been cleansed, but here the spirits clung especially tightly to their emotions. It had brought nightmares to a nearby colony of resettlers. Many were miraluka, but even more were refugees from other conflicts.

Former slaves, political adversaries, families, sons, daughters, the lost and found of the galaxy’s unfortunates. Most of them had stories, but all of them had questions.

The little miraluka knelt down where the building had been sheared in half. She picked up the wide straw hat and placed it on her head. It kept the sun from burning her neck and had flowers woven into the rim. Kaia had not made it herself, she didn’t have that skill, not for lack of trying. It was a gift from a woman with whom she had taken refuge from a rainstorm some weeks past.

She wrapped a white cape around herself as she hugged her legs.

In her eyeless sight, the caress of the wind was like a brushstroke of amber through shades of green and grey. She could see a nest of birds in a tree behind her, two lived, one did not. Yet the parents cleaned their nest meticulously for the chicks to be. Two out of three, not bad. Two out of three. One, two, three she caught herself counting the frogs in a pond below her. Two males, one female, fighting for territory. Life, death, the cycle.

Kaia breathed out. Though the air was warm she could see her own breath and the ripples it made in the world around her. Everything connected, everything is one.

She breathed in.

“Show me” -She whispered

Kaia reached out to see, to seek, Zylah, Des, anyone. She saw grass, stars - The endless expanse of the ether, tied together by the cosmic balance of the Force. Stars in balance, objects shooting through space forever, eyes turned to the sky, hope, hate. Hate. Red eyes recessed in a chitinous helmet, armoured fingers reaching out and clenching down on air. The air disappears, choking, choking, fear. A red lightsabre slashes through flesh and bone in a single sweep, effortless, elegant, cruel in its efficiency.

Two dark towers against a red sky.

Kaia caught her breath again as she felt herself falling back down on the floor. She rolled into a sitting position as she rubbed her lower back. She turned her head up to the sky, the ash-blonde hair parting around her face.

“Chit.”

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Inara Basai Mathieu Brion Palm-Imer

Spoiler

Joycelyn’s stuff: Lightsabre pike, Zaudraka, Jin’wodasir x3, Imperator’s Raiment, SIF-7 Minos, Dwomotchwûq, Sonic Grenades x 2
Armies: The Cathedra, Varanin Legion..
Sithspawn: Horde Mother, Sith Wasps, Spark Bug, Maelridae.

‘And when the last Jedi burns,​

the cinders shall chart the way to home’​

Darth Vornskr the Second had spent half her life among the Ember of Vahl. While hatred for the Jedi was a maxim among the Sith, it was a great passion among the Vahla. Joycelyn, who stood with one foot in the Ember and the other in the Sith Order, took her duty to eradicate the Jedi order more seriously than many of her compatriots. To her, it was a sacred act to slay a Jedi. They were not just a pest and a foe to be defeated; they were the problem, the very delusion that kept the world from accepting its true fate.

The Sith were tasked with administering the cure.

The cure, in this instance, involved a whole lot of violence. Joycelyn had come with the Cathedra, a massive, pyramid-like ship; a hive of Sith-Imperial starfighters, legionnaires, and beasts of war. It vomited forth a horde of boxy vessels that hovered down toward Velmor, some pale grey, some dull black, and one deep black and red, escorted by starfighters.

Before reaching the ground, the black ships opened their bays and unleashed a veritable swarm; A first wave of sithspawn. Insectoid monsters of various sizes, some small and glowing, some larger and aggressive, birthed from monstrous mounds of disgusting flesh, bulging with egg sacs. They were the first wave; the vanguard that breaks the enemy’s morale and discipline.

The small blue bugs attached themselves to sources of power and siphoned the electricity for their own nutrition, turning light to dark. Meanwhile, the larger wasps swept down to pluck civilian or soldier alike from the street, and they scratched at windows and openings to claw their way inside domiciles. They were not hardy, but they were many, possibly countless. Inside the dropships, new eggs were laid and hatched, birthing more of these terrible, flying pests.

The grey ships, troop transports and machinery drop-ships came next, and they brought the legion.

Joycelyn’s own Varanin legion were experienced warriors who had followed her through thick and thin. They knew what was at stake for the Princess of Dromund Kaas. They had noticed her foul mood, her discontent, and felt it was their duty to make their princess proud. Some among them took to chanting when the black and red ship touched down:

Imperius! Imperius!

Darth Vornskr the Second made landfall on Velmor, rolling out of her ship while standing on a speeder bike. The black plates of the Imperator’s Raiment wrapped around her form, visor drawn back to reveal her face and inspire her troops, while a black and red cape trailed from her shoulders. In her hand, she held the silver shaft of her spear, raised high.

A band of legionnaires on similar bikes saluted her: Scouts, accompanied by heavier lancers. As she passed them, each squad veered off in their own direction, scouting ahead for the Legion as they made their foothold on Velmor.

After Joycelyn came a small pack of large, oil-skinned, bipedal creatures. They had no eyes, but sniffed the air and whipped their tails, occasionally snapping their jaws at each other in eagerness and a bid for dominance. They were like horrid mutations of hunting dogs, hungry and feral. The Princess raised her spear, then pointed it forward. The beasts hurtled off at tremendous speeds, and Joycelyn followed after.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Sith. He could feel something in the Force, it was what prevented him from expending time heading to Voss. And why Jared and Kaia had gone. The siblings Starchaser were powerful in their own right, but Coren had a roll to play here. As the Acting Grandmaster, he needed to show the Silver Jedi Order that he was as much the Jedi of legend as he was one that was grown up and not going chasing after glory and combat. Finding himself on Myrkr was not the place he wanted to be, but the Force called him here. His own ship was not what he was bringing, it would complicate how he worked. But he was here with several Concord combat transports, some for dropping off soldiers and war material, and others for providing bunkers and shelters. Perhaps it was the Force that got him here, but all he could hope for was that he got people to safety before whatever that fleet had in store was delivered.

Wearing an epaulet marking him as one of the Silver Jedi Concord, and the golden bracers on his wrists, he stepped onto the world. He hated this planet, but he wasn’t going to just give up on it. He had his lightsaber, and his blaster, complete with a more automated scope to help draw his hand towards a target. It may be cheating, but if the Mandalorians were going to level the playing field by using ysalamiri, he was going to come complete with wall hacks and auto-aims.

Other Concord members were offloading and his trusty lieutenant Cuan Kunn was along side him, a non-Forcer, the Sullustan was serving as Coren’s honor guard, compliments of the Sullustan Home Guard. Tapping his earpiece, he contacted the Concord teams. “Get the civilians either secure and safe, or on our ships. Delay the Sith.” Changing the channel, he contacted the Mandalorian Vod K Kaine Australis . “Australis, its Starchaser. Concord’s come acalling to meet them Sith, could use your… expertise?”

Finding herself in the thick of it again, Peyton Steele was paired up with Jedi Master Civo Ven, a Mon Calamari and the nephew of the late Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, Nemo Ven. The Alliance that didn’t pair with Imperials and fought the Sith tooth and nail. The Underground Agent and Jedi Master were here to oversee what operations they could on the world.

“Seems we have the fleet out there chasing the Sith, and I just received word from Sentinel…” The code name for Coren Starchaser, “that the Sith seem to have something big in store for Myrkr. Velmor may be relatively spared, but he doesn’t want us getting soft. I’ve got some Underground out here and working on safe houses. Others will provide maps to our forces.” The half-brubreen Peyton Steele spoke.

The Jedi Master, a mottled gray Mon Calamari gave a fishy smile. “Then we will give the combat forces time to push whatever comes here away, and protect the civilians.

 

[WelshPsych]

Equipment: Armour, Energy Bow, Force Resisted Arrows x10
Location: In the city
Objective: Keep the Sith at bay
Interacting with: Open to duel
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The call had gone out, word reached as far as Commenor, the Sith were on the warpath and Jedi were being deployed to counter them. Yuroic couldn't stand by, he needed to take action and fight against the Sith. If he stood by then people could die, Yuroic could fight and he knew he was a damn good fighter. Taking his armour, bow and small collection of his arrows, Yuroic lifted the hood of his armour over his head and snuck onboard a ship crowded with fellow Jedi. Yuroic remained silent on the journey to Myrkr, his thoughts racing as he pondered by the large attack on the Silver Jedi so suddenly, it was risky, expending large force into a mission, surely the Confederacy would help their SJO friends... Right? CIS always came to help SJO. But they weren't the SJO anymore, no, no the CIS weren't their dependable allies either from what he had heard. Isolating themselves more. Perhaps that was why the Sith felt so confident in fighting the Silver Jedi now. It had been so long since Yuroic last fought the Sith, he was nervous, he had been better more collected in his thoughts. Right now he was still trying to figure out what had been going on in the galaxy, there was so much he couldn't remember or thought he knew but it was outdated or not true.​

Breathing out, Yuroic focused his mind. Sith, Sith were attacking Silver Jedi space. Yuroic needed to fight, needed to keep people safe best he can. It was his duty as a Jedi to be the shield against the Sith, to protect the innocent lives. Even if those lives were Mandalorians who sought to kill them often. As the ship dropped Yuroic and his fellow Jedi at the city, the air was tense, Sith were coming and Yuroic gripped his energy and activated it. It had been a long time since someone had seen a Jedi with a bow, the old Jedi Master was here, at the heart of conflict, inhaling deeply he felt his mind clear for a moment. "Time to face the Sith, one last time." Yuroic gripped his bow tightly as he felt the dark presence of Sith. They were here, the war was beginning. The final battle for Yuroic was starting. He could feel it through the Force, he knew his fighting days were over.​

Firing his basic arrows at Sith troopers as they approached the city, holding the line. He would keep his position for as long as he could. Breathing slowly, he could feel his body wasn't as use to this exercise as it had been but he was still in shape enough to keep up the attack best he can.​

 

[Torrack Torrackstur]

Location: The playground

Currently in a tank this unit uses(tank is in the description): https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/midr-karilyar-tank-crew.143202/#post-1958832

Primary Objective: Conduct guerilla warfare within the forest's of myrkr, making it difficult for them to even get to the city of Myylard city.

Secondary Objective: Fight till the bitter end in the jungle, kill as many as possible should the city fall
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Allies: Forjund Australis K Kaine Australis WelshPsych other MU and Silver Jedi Forces

Enemies: Any sith attempting to land
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Gear:

Beskad Sword: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/rancors-wrath.143205/#post-1961099

Armor: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/torracks-beskargam.141494/#post-1943718
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Units commanded currently:

Elite Tank unit: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/midr-karilyar-tank-crew.143202/#post-1958832

5 units of these guerilla's at full strength: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/kaeayr-jag-minute-men.143249/#post-1959296

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The time had come, with the A'lors Inspiring speech the invasion had begun however the crude rally master had courage filled in his belly. Myrkr was the home of the well built berserker. This is where he grew up, where he learned to become a leader and a mandalorian. Throughout most of the veteran's time he had gone unnoticed, only being known by those he served closest too. This however changed the day he fought on Onderon, and the moment he trained and drilled many units that now fight with fervor for the Union. This past year the gamorean had stood up to the challenge on numerous occasions, such as learning the ancient ways when it came to becoming a mandalorian berserker. Somthing few are able to do, or leading the famed Midr Karilyar into its first battle. The warrior had even stepped up and trained a generation of guerilla fighters that fought in unison from all the clans. Some of these very unit's now with him today, ready to fight. Because the Mandalorian Union leaves no clan behind that is a member of the young nation.

They would fight to the bitter end until the life would leave many of their colorful eyes, until there very names would be edged into legend! In the eyes of the crusader, this battle would decide the success of the rebellion at mandalore and the very future of the clans. This great union that many of the clans rallied too was bigger then anthing else. It was an idea that mandalorian clans could look after each other and should, that they would not leave one another behind, that they could have their family homelands and help one another raise the next generation of mandalorians.The idea was not just blind patriotism, it was the idea of family, duty, and which were often forgotten elements that the other previous mandalorian nations had constantly skipped over. While they were a warrior culture, they also were a culture where family and children were of great importance.

The Mandalorian Union would not make these mistakes, they would help build an environment where this would be possible. As well as abandon the model of pointless and endless wars that just destabilized the family unit. Instead, they would fight wars only after their settlements were rebuilt, and would only fight wars when confident the next generation could be independent. Not only that, but the nation would not fight contiounsly with no breaks to help build the community. No, they would only fight for challenges worthy of a mandalorian's attention.

Forjund, one of Torrack's two protégé's would also fight to defend their clan's home. The young lad had proven to be able to command a small amount of troops, and not throw their lives away meaninglessly. With that being said, this would be his first command and first time leading with autonomy. Tho in the eyes of the pig , it must have been stressful. His first time would not be fighting on some distant battle, but for his home, for the Union's very chance of survival. If this battle ended too quickly the rebellion to free most of the mandalorian homelands would inevitably fail. These two and their troops had a series of artillery crews as well who were also well hidden via the complicated tunnel systems that only mandalorians knew how to transverse. These tunnels could also help them transverse to key hills and thick woods for ambushes. While their were many more mandalorian forces then just Torrack's , these men had a more daunting task. To ambush enemies at 5 key points around the playground, and by the great manda they would.

"57th squeak squeak, over, set yourself over the northern hill overlooking the first ambush point. Hoink hoink OYA!" . With his five companies spread out evenly in each of the five locations, it would be up to the tank crew to transverse their vehicle to a nearby cave near the first ambush point. The great tank crew would be ready to fight yet again.

This time, For Myrkr.

 

[KV-6000]

Location: Hangar Bay of Sith-Imperial Warship, Myrkr System
Fighter: Tuk’ata-class Sith-Imperial Hyper Interceptor - Harmony Sixteen
Onboard Equipment: Sith-Imperial Armada Flight Suit Mk. II │ BRP-003 Balmorran Rail Pistol
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJC, GA ( Kathryn Foster ), Mandalorians ( K Kaine Australis )
Theme: Lacuna Coil - Blood, Tears, Dust

She hadn’t been able to protect Bastion.

The loss of the world that had been Seo-Yun’s home for the last five years of her life ached within her heart like the pain of a wound, leaving a figuratively gaping hole in her chest as the memories came rushing back once more. When she had first come to Ravelin, her younger brother was still smaller than she was. Nevertheless, he had grown quickly, soaring past her in stature especially after he began attending the Royal Academy. She had watched him grow on Bastion, helping him with homework on long nights and reminiscing about the family’s old farm on Tiantang in the few spare moments that they had to themselves between long hours of study. She had never thought that she would come to see Bastion as a home, having initially resented her parents for accepting the offer of the Sith-Imperial missionary to have their Force-sensitive son trained in an academy for gifted youngsters. Nevertheless, her disposition towards the move had changed quickly, and it hadn’t taken long for Seo-Yun to find new friends in her peers at the junior academy.

However, the loss that stung the most was the disappearance of her younger brother.

Her parents had been safely evacuated from Bastion, but news of his survival or otherwise had remained nonexistent. Even in speaking to them over vidcam, she could see the negative effects that the absence of Jae-Jin was having on their health, to the point where she had contemplated asking for leave in order to spend a few days with them in-person. However, the Empire needed her now more than ever and Seo-Yun was loath to shirk on her duty to defend it.

And so, Seo-Yun found herself flying once more over an unknown sky.

As the Sith fleet emerged from hyperspace over Myrkr, Seo-Yun climbed the ladder into her interceptor, placed her helmet over her head, and began running through the pre-flight checklist as the ground crew coordinated the initial launches. She would be the last in her squadron to release, but the wait would not be long. Pressing a button on her chest plate, Seo-Yun felt a slight prick in her skin as her new flight suit’s automated injected system pushed adrenal into her veins. The drug was fast acting, to the point where her nerves seemed to surge with energy as she placed her hands over the sticks. A few moments seemed like an eternity to her, but the gesture to launch from the ground crew nevertheless arrived quickly and she immediately accelerated her interceptor into the void, following closely behind her wingmate.

“Harmonies, set a screen. Remember, don’t let your wingmate out of your sight and keep your eyes open. We don’t know what tricks these Australis barbarians will play.” Harmony One said over comms. “For the Emperor.”

“For the Emperor!” Seo-Yun answered in turn as she slotted her interceptor into formation, her voice still carrying the same patriotic fever she had possessed as a green pilot fresh from the academy, in defiance to the heretics who had sought to tear her Empire apart.

While the Jedi and the Australis Mandalorians were a new enemy for Seo-Yun, they were just as repulsive as the heretics through the lenses of her indoctrinated Sith-Imperial worldview. She had no qualms in killing them, as she knew if left unchecked, they would come to threaten her home as the heretics had done only weeks before.

And so, she would fight and kill without mercy in defense of her Empire.

 

[Mig Gred]

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Tags: WelshPsych K Kaine Australis Coren Starchaser
Dueling: Cara Dorniarn
Location: Outside the city, in the woods.
Units: 1st MIL Battalion "Netherhounds", 1st Armored Platoon "Wraith Division", Star Angles, Banshee Squadron (12 8-R Toscans), 2 Jai'galaar Bes'uliik
Gear: Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Echani Vibrosword given to him by Kat Decoria , Mandalorian amor, comms unit, Slick Anti-Acid Coat, Sith vibroknife, Nightbrother Fighting Knife, a pair of Taak'tabi, a pair of Hissing Ghosts


Myrkr, it wasn’t Mig’s favorite world, in fact it was one of his most hated planets that’s to it’s sap sucking lizards, and he wasn’t really wanting to pick fights, but this was different. He had allies at his back, and it was a chance to help stop the Sith from a major push into SJC space. So he was here with the Netherhound, Wraith Division, Star Angles, and the newer Banshee Squadron to help support the defense efforts. So Mig was walking along as a Jai’Galaar Bes’uliik flew above, playing spotter for the ground forces. He looked up, his mind back on his family for a moment before Leddie Gred , the Netherhound commander, called him out.

“Mig, we need you here. I don't get why your so focused on them right now.” The Alor looked over, nodding as before speaking up.

“I know. I hope you’ll understand at some point though.”

“Doubt I will.” Mig shook his head, looking ahead as the troops marched.

“Everyone has their flares, right?” A mechanical “Oya Alor” was heard from the command of one of the T-1s. Mig looked to see Mynock looking out, and Ollen soon nodded in agreement.

“We’re ready Mig.”

“Good.” A screaming soon seemed to fill the air behind him before dying off. It was a Banshee 8-Q Toscan, it’s engines tuned to scream like a mad man. He knew the Star Angles Talon’s would be flying too. Both were waiting for the word of anyone on the ground, and they'd be quick to engage if when the order was given. Either way, today would be an interesting day for the small group of refugees. Almost a proving ground for some tactics.

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Location: Thustra, approaching the Sinvala Estate.
Objective: Evacuate Thustra, face the past.
Equipment: Lightsabers, Cosaint Bracers, standard equipment (Bio)

Whispers lingered on the streets of the Thustran capital. Whispers of the conflict on Myrkr, the rising tensions in their sector and most surreal of all; the return of the (in)famous Lirka Ka. Likewise, rumours of her own return had spread. Sakadi Sinvala, the famed Queen of the opera. While her name had lost much of its weight, it still carried some influence. Influence she had used to persuade the Concord's loyalist to evacuate. For if the Sith did manage to conquer this planet, there was no telling what would happen to them.

But was that truly what brought her here, instead of the frontlines? Aiding a planetary evacuation that might not be relevant at all? No, she had a different agenda. Something she had tried to postpone by aiding the evacuation. The real reason why the eldest daughter of the Sinvala family had returned, was to get her sister out of that dreaded place they called 'home'. Years of guilt had led to this moment, but she still felt as if she lacked the strength to face the past. It had held her back for many years, but now was finally the time to muster her courage. Do, or do not. that was the true way of the Jedi. And she chose to act.

A few dozen strides took her to the large decorated white fence that separated the multimillion credit estate from the outside world. The fence once served as the border of her world. Anything beyond that metal barrier had been left to her imagination. And now she stood in the 'outside world', she realized that it was not as grand and great as she had once thought. But none of that mattered now.

Sakadi raised her arm, the Force coiling around her essence in anticipation. Maya... I'm coming for you... the Master thought as the gate opened under her telekinetic pressure.

Maya Bir Sinvala ​

 

[Inara Basai]

Location: Den Velmor
Objective: Assist with defense of the planet, evacuate civilians
Allies: Mathieu Brion , Palm-Imer , SJC
Enemies: Joycelyn Zambrano , Sith
Loadout:

Spoiler

• Combat Medic Armor
• Predator Assault Projectile Rifle loaded with Incendiary rounds and normal 10mm slugs
• Medical Backpack & Supplies
• Ranger's Field Pistol
• Cracken Combat Knife
• Tactical Teddy Bear!

The city of Den Velmor was in the midst of organized chaos.

Outpost Zulu had deemed an attack imminent. So close to the Sith borders, the Outpost was the world's early warning system, and members of the Silver Jedi Concord, the local rangers stationed at the outpost, and their allies had come to assist with the defense of the planet and get as many civilians out as they could. People were in the streets, taking only the clothing on their backs and the absolute essentials.

Among them was a Ranger Medic, a Jedi Padawan, and a Diplomat.

Inara Basai took a few quick, shallow breaths as she brought up the rear of a group of civilians. Their task at the moment was fairly straightforward; get them to the evacuation staging area so they could get away from the impending battle. As she ran, Inara noticed a small shadow in an alley way – a little girl. The medic approached slowly, not wanting to spook the child.

“Hi,” she said in a gentle tone, “My name is Inara, I'm here to help you.”

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a stuffed bear and showed it to the girl. “You know, I think my little friend here is pretty scared. Do you think you can hold onto him?”

Nodding, the girl stood up and approached, immediately reaching out for the teddy bear. Inara offered a brief smile, but there wasn't much time to spare. She took the girl's hand and started to catch up with the others in their group.

Voices crackled over her comm, she had been monitoring the communications from Outpost Zulu. And now, her heart began to drop and she felt a sense of dread creep into the pit of her stomach.

Her eyes shifted to find Mathieu. He knew about the Sith she'd faced on Onderon, the beast woman had proven to be a fierce opponent. Now, Inara was nervous – for many reasons. But she drew comfort from the fact that the Jedi Padawan was here with her this time, they could get through this together. And Palm was quite skilled, as Inara understood, she would be a most welcome ally today.

“The Sith have landed,” she called to Mathieu and Palm. “They're here.”

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Multiple vectors had been charted for the attack, one of the largest ever undertaken by the Sith Empire. While the bulk of the Sith-Imperial strike force would be concentrated along the central vector, smaller but no less formidable forces would be distributed along the other vectors. These ancillary vectors would strike at different time intervals, exiting hyperspace at different coordinates around Myrkr to gradually form an ever-tightening cordon; a literal noose to drape around Australis' neck. Of course, Myrkr was not the Sith's only target, but it was considered their highest priority.​

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The Behemoth II exited hyperspace an hour or so after the first strike force had entered, a small flotilla of star destroyers and fighter carriers materializing around it in a defensive screen. The Emperor's flagship was just over six-point-two miles from prow to stern and packed with enough firepower to rival that of a fleet, not to mention crawling with the Emperor's personal warriors; the Blackblade Guard. They had long been groomed for their role as the arbiter of the Emperor's wrath, their bodies warped by genetic experimentation and cybernetic enhancement, their minds sharpened with a murderous edge, and their wills shackled and bound to that of the Sith Emperor and his family.​

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They stood, arrayed in orderly columns, on the deck of the Behemoth II's main hangar bay. For this particular undertaking, they had discarded their traditional black and chrome silver armor for bright crimson plating that fully encapsulated their allegiance to the Sith. They waited, rifles held at rest, as the dreadnought reverted to realspace and the vibrations of battle could be felt through the deck, the warship's gargantuan cannons thundering with recoil as they unleashed their payload on the defending Mandalorian-Jedi fleets.​

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The doors to the hangar bay opened, and the violent spectacle of the battle above Myrkr was put on full display before the assembled Guard. Footsteps rang out between the cacophony of war, and as one the Guard turned about in stand by position, their helmets never swiveling or tilting to face the man, the Dark Lord, which stalked among between their orderly rows. Though each Blackblade was enhanced to be physically taller than most average sentients, the Dark Lord of the Sith towered over them by a considerable margin.​

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He said nothing as he moved to stand at the head of the assembled group, for they needed no words of encouragement or reassurance for what they were preparing to do. It was in their nature, coded into their very genetic sequence. To make war upon the enemies of the Sith was as fundamental a part of their existence as eating or breathing was to the average galactic citizen. The Dark Lord of the Sith need only raise his clenched fist into the air, and the motion was replicated by the thousands of Guardsman stood before him, their hearts yearning for the bloodshed to come.​

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Minutes later, dozens of troop transports and vehicle barges streamed out from the Behemoth II's hangars down towards the planet's surface.​

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The descent through the planet's atmosphere was rigorous, flak bursting in thick screens throughout the smoke-ridden air. Several transports met their end in Myrkr's skies, their burning carcasses careening down towards the distant ground like flaming meteors. But enough of them made it, landing amidst the trees of the Great Northern Forest in accordance with the landing plans detailed for the assault on Hyllyard City. Even as they slipped out of range of the city's flak cannons, the landers were continually harassed by Mandalorian bushwhackers who fired on them from the cover of the trees, alongside long-range artillery cannons which tore up the open ground. Blackblade Guards streamed out from the landed ships, blasters flashing and rocket launchers barking smoke as they beat back the Mandalorian assailants yard by yard.​

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Sith strode among the Blackblade Guard, not those who had been trained in the ways of the Sith Empire but those who wore the full-body tattoos of the One Sith. In the years since the One Sith's fall, those who had been raised from birth in their ways clung to the Dark Lord of the Sith, becoming some of his most loyal and dedicated followers. Where other Sith might maintain loyalty to the Dark Lord for reasons of Empire or personal gain, these Adherents of the One Sith were suicidally loyal to the Dark Lord. They would take their own lives if he so commanded, and he had commanded them to kill the Mandalorians which plagued Myrkr.​

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So when the Dark Lord finally stepped foot on Myrkr, many Mandalorian corpses had been piled up for his inspection. Heads bowed low, the Adherents of the One Sith knelt and basked in his apocalyptic radiance. He, like before, said nothing. He merely stretched out his hand towards the Mandalorian bodies and poured the strength of his insidious will into them. As they rose like marionettes on strings, their helmets glowed with the unmistakable shine of the corpse-light which illuminated from behind their dead sockets.​

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And towards Hyllyard City they shambled, driven by an insatiable desire to kill.​

 

[Aristeia Zambrano]

Tags: Torrack Torrackstur Forjund Australis
Equipment: in Bio

The flight down to the surface of the planet was unpleasant to put it mildly, by far the worst experience Ari had in her life. She wasn't used to the rigors of military deployments, after all her sheltered home life kept her away from much of it. As their transports settled down and the armored columns began to deploy rushing from their confinement and out towards the fields of combat, she emerged from the confines of the tank, opting to sit atop the body of the tank and watch as their forces swept across the planet. It was quite the spectacle.

Myrkr. It wasn't a pleasant place, definitely not her cup of tea. Atop her hovertank, Ari watched with a look of boredom at the idiots that claimed to be 'tank commanders'. These men couldn't command a child, let alone a tank division. Hence why she was here, to direct them, along with her other assignment. She would have much rather been sent into the cities, been given permission to do battle with the jedi, or allowed to do something more befitting of her status. She had to work up for it unfortunately, start off as an extra and work her way up to supporting role; unfortunately that ladder would be a long and tedious crawl to the top. Her plight was only worsened by the incompetent subordinates asking her questions to things she didn't care about. As if on cue, the commander of her own tank popped his head up from the hatch. The sight of the man made her cringe, as she knew just what was going to be said. "Madam Zambrano, we're closing in on our objective, your orders Madam?" Rolling her eyes, she leaned back across the tank, looking up at the man with contempt; if only the visor of this helmet allowed him to see the contempt she had for him.

"I don't know commander, maybe you should do your job and stop asking me to help you. If you can't follow your orders, then maybe we should find a replacement."

The sudden idea appealed to her greatly, as she flipped onto her front, smirking from behind her helm. The man shifted, a trace of fear emanating from him as he quickly realized she wasn't joking. "W-Well ma'am, it's just the forests up ahead, we need to change our formation and-"

"Then do so! For force sake man, do your job!" She groaned, flopping back onto the tank as the man behind her sunk back into the cabin, giving commands for things she cared not for. This planet felt weird to her as well, like someone had punched holes in her force connection. Various spots were simply blank to her, though these patches seemed spread out into clusters. The only thing she knew well about the world was the ysalamiri and their force negating abilities, so she blamed it on those creatures and moved on. That, and the special purpose she was to play in this invasion; diversionary tactics or whatever it was called. Sitting up in the front of the tank, Ari watched as the vehicles began to shift, their columns shifting into a wide column formation as they began to spread out. She closed her eyes, placing her hands together as she took in the image of the tank columns and troop carriers, and projected it onto the field, and ensured they raced ahead of the other divisions, filling the front line with decoys. She could feel a strain occur as she fiddled with her decoy division, but felt it settle back as she let the tanks continue to move forward. This battlefield would be her largest stage performance yet. She'd oh so hate to disappoint her father.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

K Kaine Australis Moon Seo-Yun Gir Quee Thaelius Atlas Drake Elijah King Rackham

“Welcome Aboard Admiral, did you enjoy your visit to the Archives?” Asked Commodore Jerit as Reshmar stepped off the ramp of the small shuttle. Reshmar nodded and rolled his eyes to show respect and acceptance for the Commodoresl's greeting. “Yes, I did. Thank you for the pickup Jerit. How are the trials?” asked Reshmar, rolling his eyes around taking in the hanger of Reef Home. The ship had been on its inaugural trial cruiser since her launch last month from the newly constructed MCS yards over Rothana. The ship was the most advanced vessel ever produced by MCS and so far she had been plagued with problems.

“Things have finally settled down after the problem with the proton 8 containment scare. Most of her systems are one hundred percent now with the exception of the waste recycler. The system has been operational but with the extra crew aboard it is overwhelmed.” replied Jerit. Reshmar nodded then began to walk beside the Commodore to the lift at the back of the hanger.

“We will be letting the engineering and construction retinue off at Contruum on the way back to Manaan. That should rectify whatever issues you were having. How are the shields Jerit? Any issues with them?” Asked Reshmar as the two walked into the lift and the doors slide shut.

“They are working perfectly so far sir. We have not had a chance to really test them in live fire situations but we pushed through a volatile asteroid field and they had no problems with the beating the asteroids gave us. The power drain is unlike anything I have ever seen even from the Delphus.4’s on the Illustrious. The proton 8 reactors handled it fine with the extra capacitance. I do have concerns as to how they would do in live fire.” said Jerit as the lift came to a stop and the doors slid open to reveal the CIC. Reshmar and Jerit stepped out into the brightly lit room to a sharp “Admiral on deck” as the officer of the watch saluted then waited to be relieved.

“As you were,” said Reshmar as the two walked into the room and to the central command table. “How so?” asked Reshmar as the two men walked up to the table and entered their access codes.

“As you know we had the containment issue with the proton 8, while that problem has been rectified it did show us the substance is highly volatile. I understand the need for the smaller reactor systems but we have never tried to stack so many reactors,” said Jerit. Reshmar nodded then opened up the command display console. A three-dimensional hologram came to life over the table showing the Reef Home laying in deep space near Orboa Skai. A second icon indicated the Concordia II and her battle group awaiting Reshmar's arrival.

“How long till we rendezvous with the Concordia?” Reshmar asked zooming the map to show the two groups. Jerit looked at some information on his console then replied. We can meet her and her group within the hour.” said Jerit. Reshmar nodded then zoomed the image out again to show the northernmost territory of the Silver Jedi Concords space. 3rd fleet had very little presence here in the north. The Concordia II had been on a shakedown of her own since her renaming/ The Concordia’s loss over Yurb had shaken the fleet and the Concord as a whole. The sixth and last vessel of the class had been renamed Concordia II in remembrance to the original vessel and the lives lost in the battle over Yurb.

“Very well Commodore, let's get underway,” said Reshmar as he turned to look at the forward most display in the room. An image of space lay before him, a visage of the void and the chaos it held for any who should seek it. Today though Reshmar sought nothing other than to get back to Manaan and the warm water.

A confused sounding sensor officer looked up from his station to the section commander than back to the station. Reshmar saw the man and his section leader looking intently at the console then each other than at him. “What is it, lieutenant?” Reshmar asked the man now intently staring at him.

“Sir, We have a priority message from Myrkr.” said the man standing at the station. Reshmar blinked at the man waiting for more information that did not come. “Put it on the main screen Lieutenant,” said Reshmar to the bewildered man staring at him. The man nodded then did as ordered. A fuzzy image appeared on the screen of what looked to be shapes dropping out of hyperspace. A man spoke from off-camera and then the image was gone. “Cut off at the source sir,” said the communications section leader. Reshmar replayed the message then cleared it from the screen. “What do you think, Jerit?” ask Reshmar watching the man for any visible cue that he was concerned.

“Sir, I feel it is time to test the ladies' shield properly,” said Commodore Jerit with a grin and eye roll. Reshmat nodded then brought up a map of Myrkr. “Make course for Myrkr, best speed navigation” ordered Reshmar. He zoomed out to show Obra Skai, Myrkr, Reef Home, and the Concordia II battlegroup.

“Send word to Concordia II to do the same” ordered Reshmar. He looked at the map then to Jerit who was doing the same.

“We will beat Concordia thereby at least half an hour sir,” said Jerit. Reshmar nodded in understanding “Let's hope the Mandalorians can hold out till we arrive.” said Reshmar.

Across Reef Home the crew shuffled about preparing for the vessel's first battle. The flight crews readied her fight wing. The gunners checked then double-checked their weapon systems. Fire control teams suited up ready for anything thrown at them. Her crew was trained to be the best of the best. They were ready for battle. Most if not all had seen fighting before. However, the engineering and construction crews were not so ready. For them, the grueling ordeal had just begun.

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Location: Den Velmor, Velmor
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Blaster pistol with a stun setting | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Jedi Robes
Allied tag: Inara Basai | Palm-Imer
Hostile tag: Joycelyn Zambrano

The long streets of Den Velmor looked very differently from how they used to. Where people would usually move busily, stressing between the office, the supermarket and their home, they now rushed towards the gathering point. Abandoned landspeeders, including classical four-seaters but also shuttles and trucks littered the streets. The heavy queues which had formed meant that many had been forced onto foot and some had straight out abandoned their vehicles upon reaching the gathering point, blocking the path for those further down.

The stream of people that was coming their way, navigating between the narrow pathways which the vehicles formed, was starting to end. It was a good sign, for it mean that they would soon be able to move on to the next area. Looking to his side, Mathieu saw Inara by an alleyways. He was glad that she was there - but also terrified that something would happen to her. But for now, she was doing what she had always been great at, she was taking care of someone. A soft smile formed on his face as he watched her from the main street.

She spoke of the Sith having landed at he noticed it too. A large silhouette of what had to be an enormous ship filled the otherwise grey cloudy skies while numerous transports and what looked like swarms of insects descended upon the city. A tender voice escaped him as he looked to the child "Come on, let's get you onto the shuttle" With a friendly wave, he ushered the kid towards the ship.

It would only be a few moments before the battle of Den Velmor was at large. The hail of bolts from various anti-aircraft batteries around the city were lighting up the skies with their blue lasers as the thunders of artillery being fired in the distance drowned out at least some of the panicked screams which had started to erupt from various parts of the city. At least the shuttle took off without issues, just barely escaping whatever was coming down towards them at an alarming speed.

A few, perhaps six local security officers stood on either side of the little squad which had worked with aiding the evacuation efforts. The were spread out in between the abandoned vehicles and gathered their equipment to move on to the next site. It was then that a swarm of ghastly insectoid seemed to descend upon the group. Some were small and glowing whilst the others were of a larger nature. To Mathieu, they all looked like threats. He looked to Palm - no words were needed to convey his thoughts "Be ready"

With that, he moved close to Inara whilst bringing out his his lightsabre from where it hung on his belt. "Stay safe, okay?" he said before a horrifying scream could be heard from one of the security officers by their flank. One of the lager beasts had reached him and was working at quickly ending their life. Meanwhile a swarm of the smaller bugs had made it into the alley in which Inara had stood earlier. Without hesitation, he turned and summoned a wide blast of force light - the teachings of his Master, Kei Westbrook, were coming to use.

His eyes moved from where the blast had gone to Inara "Are you alright?" he asked, concern clear in his voice. His priorities might have been off, for while he asked for if she was safe, the officers around them fired on the other incoming bugs with increasing desperation. Hopefully, Palm would be able to assist them in some way.

 

[Nica Dakkar]

Location: Ruins of Val Erides, Katarr
Objective: Plant flags and smile for the cameras.
Equipment: Heavy Blaster Pistol, Vibrocutlass, Service Dagger, Uniform
Writing With: Kaia Vullen

She should be among the stars, atomizing what passed for pilots amongst the Silver Jedi Confederation... Conclave? Community? The Jedi and their schmucks, whatever they were called. She should be atomizing them by the dozens, should be leading lesser pilots to victory and glory...

... and yet here she was, in an advisory role, liaison of the Starfighter Corps to Captain Riskless of the Ill-Defined Chin over there.

None had ever dared suggest that Auspex Dakkar was easily restrained, however, even when investigated for the "concerningly high number of fatalities suffered per engagement". As if it was her fault the men and women under her command were unable to keep up with perfection.

Striding off the shuttle while waving a vibrocutlass around like some admiral out of the Holos, she gleefully ignored the confused stares of the marines press-ganged into service as her security detail while directing their attention towards the most official-looking spot within walking distance.

"Greetings one, greetings all, you have the honour of being liberated by Auspex Nica Dakkar, greatest pilot in the Galaxy*! Yes, I do autographs."

*Self-proclaimed, contested.​

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Jungles around Hyllyard City
Objective: Hold back the tide, support Clan Australis forces in defense of the city, probably fight zombies later idk (Open to any and all opponents)
Allies: SJC and allied personnel, directly supporting Torrack Torrackstur , Forjund Australis and associated Clan Australis forces
Enemies: Sith marching on Hyllyard City
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II Combat Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot)

Commanding: Paladin Company (150 Rangers)

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The jungle had turned into a version of hell itself. From multiple angles, Sith-Imperial forces were opening fire on the Rangers of Paladin Company. Fires raged within the thick trees and vegetation as blaster bolts and energized projectiles were sent back and forth between clearings and along pathways. At another time, Beltran mused that this jungle might have been a nice place to take a hike. Even go camping in the wilderness for a few days. Yes, the Force nullifying field produced by the native Ysalamiri had given Beltran a headache, but his reliance on the Force was not so total that it affected his ability to make war much.

He'd always thought that the Jedi used the Force too much, often treating it as a crutch. Having met Palm-Imer on Irith and learning that her order, a group whose name Beltran still couldn't quite pronouce, he'd learned that there were other Force users in the galaxy who thought as he did. Use the Force to strengthen one's self, yes but do not use the Force in place of strength.

"Grenade!"

The sudden shout from the Ranger to his left, jolted Beltran out of his reverie. The Captain scanned his surroundings and within a second, perhaps two, he found the cylindrical metal object lying on the ground. Having fallen short of making it inside their fox-hole, Beltran joined the other soldiers in his squad in covering up as it detonated. The external audio feed in his helmet cut out for a second, saving him from what would have most certainly been long lasting damage to his hearing.

Yet, even through the large mound of dirt the Rangers could feel the powerful quake of the explosion as it detonated. Large hunks of dirt and plant-matter rained down on them from above and when Beltran looked up he saw that the jungle was now the proud owner of a brand-new crater.

"They're charging!" He called out a second later, raising his rifle and firing off seven or eight super-heated mag-pellets into the tree line on the other side of the clearing they currently inhabited.

Two of his shots caught a Sith-Imperial soldier in the chest as he awkwardly tried to step over a fallen log and another three of the shots took down the soldier behind him. From both his left and right, the men in his squad opened fire. Some were armed with the same 10mm Pulse Rifles that Beltran was wielding, while others favored Predator Assault Rifles and Requiem Support Rifles. Each had their own advantages and disadvantages, and each were incredibly deadly in the right hands-as the Sith were learning.

Bolts and projectiles flew as the Sith charged forward and the Rangers tried to hold them back. They'd been dancing this dance for what felt like hours, though Beltran knew that wasn't the case. Time tended to slow down in combat, a product of an insane amount of energy expenditure fueled by adrenaline and rage.

After a few moments of trading fire, the Sith advance broke and the troops faded back into the trees. "They're getting closer each time," Beltran muttered to himself as he keyed his comlink to the Company's battlenet. "Platoon leaders, report."

Paladin Company had arrayed itself in a makeshift battle line, just beyond the walls of Hyllyard City. There hadn't been much time to prepare, and in fact it had to have been serendipity itself that the unit had even managed to make to Myrkr far enough ahead of the Sith onslaught to prepare even this much. As his commanders called in, Beltran allowed himself a moment to breath. The news was much the same all along the line. The Sith advance forces were gaining ground.

Mandalorian units loyal to General Australis were doing what they could to harry their advance and the line set up by his Rangers had so far managed to repel the first few charges. There had been a few casualties, but nothing egregious yet. Yet, Beltran knew that the slaughter would be coming in full soon enough.

It was only a matter of time before the jungles of Myrkr ran red with blood, and Beltran was determined that it would be Sith blood.

 

[Kaia Vullen]

Nica Dakkar
KATARR
Val Erides: Ruins of a Miraluka Settlement.

Ships in the skies, angular designs, aggression in the air.

Throwing herself to her feet, the stick leapt into her hand as she somersaulted down into the grass and landed in a forward roll. It was difficult to maintain one’s balance while running downhill, but Kaia was agile even for a Jedi. Her feet fell nimbly like a hare as she sprang from foothold to foothold. With a great leap, she cleared a fallen tree, the dry branches tugged at her cape, but her momentum was stronger than their grasp.

Her breath quickened, but she kept it under control. She had to keep it together.

They depended on her keeping it together.

She fell as her foot slipped on a rock. Catching herself she slid down along the grass and pushed herself up to her feet, waving her hands frantically to maintain her fragile grasp on her own tremendous momentum.

She dived forward as the momentum carried her over a small mud cliff. Turning her body and tucking her torso, she turned and landed on her buttocks, then slid down the slippery mud until it dispensed her under a nearby bush,

From there, she did not have far to go. The village was in sight, and Kaia crept closer.

“I’m too late, they are already here.”

She checked her belt and found that her com device was not with her. Of course it wasn’t. She always left it in her room. Then again, on second thought, she probably needed something better if she was to send out a distress beacon.

Kaia sought refuge from imperial eyes by plastering herself up against one of the homestead walls, leaving a near perfect mud-imprint of herself. The little knight focused her sight and listened intently

One of the imperials was talking, making boisterous claims.

The people seemed both scared and confused by the display.

Kaia would have to do something.

 

[Palm-Imer]

Location: Den Velmor.
Objective: Evacuate civilians, keep friends alive.
Allies: Mathieu Brion ~ Inara Basai ~ SJC
Enemies: Joycelyn Zambrano ~ TSE
Loadout:

Spoiler

Weapons: The Wraith Blades, 2x TDW L-7 Heavy Pistol, 3x Proton Grenades, 3x Bacta Grenades, Crushgaunts.
Armor: Hexarium Bodyglove Mark II.

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Today, Light and Dark clashed once again.

But she did not care.

As the winds picked up in the city of Den Velmor, her golden eyes glided through her surroundings like a darkened shadow, filled with a focus that would seem inhuman. She was standing on the roof of a deserted speedertruck, the vantage point allowing her to oversee the area around her. The air was thick with tension, but in her mind there was only a steady calmness, an edge ready to cut. As the waves of the Force surged from and through her, she braced herself.

The battle had already began around them, even if no forces had yet reached them in land. Their true foes had not arrived yet, but they would soon - she could sense their obscure ripples in the Force. Her gaze met Mathieu and then Inara, offering a steady nod to both. Words were short in this hour, and her presence in the Force would speak clearer to them who could read it than her voice could. And then the shape of a massive ship appeared in the skyline of Den Velmor, the heavy clouds outlining it in a grey crown, a dark halo. It was time.

She could feel how her very being anchored itself, no thoughts or emotions that could hinder her allowed to surface. There was only determination, there was only the need to protect. The people around her were strong, they were fighting for an ideal, for a belief. She was not. Palm could not care less about the darkness of the Sith, ever locked in her neutrality. Light or Dark, it did not matter. Palm was fighting for someone she loved, for a friend. And the Force as her witness, she would tear the world down for a friend.

The first attack came in the form of a swarm.

Palm's hand came forward, her will in the Force manifesting itself as a barrier that stopped the cloud of winged insects short of reaching the troops that had gathered behind her, now firing at and downing the vile things. The screams of the unfortunate who met their fate were background noise, she would not allow herself to be distracted. Not when she could feel something even darker brewing.

As soon as the first wave of the swarm had thinned her hand returned to her side, the barrier standing no more and the guard-shotos that had been resting while clipped to her belt coming to life. The blades cut down some straggler wasps, the stoic look on her face unchanged throughout the ordeal. Then she jumped down, her feet easily landing on the street before walking towards Matt and Inara, her eyes never truly leaving the horizon before them, nor the shapes that swiftly approached.

The military forces lined around them, joined by more troops that gathered now that most of the evacuation efforts had concluded. They moved forward, readying their position to defend the field before them with blaster fire, select groups staying behind to protect their comrades from the attack of the winged sithspawn as they allowed the rest of the troops to focus on the threats they would soon face. Palm reached through the Force, the darkness that clung to it already familiar even if she still shunned it. And so she sought out her enemies.

"Whatever happens today, I am happy to stand with you both." Her voice did not carry its usual warmness, but it carried a much deeper sentiment.