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

[Kytana]

Location: Great Northern Forest, Outside Hyllyard City - Myrkr
Allies: TSE ( Darth Carnifex Aristeia Zambrano)
Enemies: SJC ( Beltran Rarr WelshPsych ), Mandalorians ( K Kaine Australis Mig Gred Torrack Torrackstur )

The Graug hordes never tired of war.

Amidst the offensive spearheaded by the elite Blackblade Guard, the Dark Legion and its savage War Bands descended on the planet, bolstering the assault with a plethora of firepower from heavy slugthrowers and scatterguns as the creatures’s massive armored forms soaked up incoming fire with unflinching resolve. Graug warriors armed with flamethrowers, Incendiors, added a terrifying sense of shock and awe, bathing both earth and man in a purifying conflagration that left naught but smoking embers in its wake. However, as the Graug themselves were sometimes loath to admit, an abundance of firepower alone was often not enough to break through especially disciplined enemy formations. A more precise application of firepower was needed, to shake the tenacity the enemy at the prospect of death come unseen from hundreds of meters away, dealt by warriors that stalked in the shadows.

The forests outside of Hyllyard City were somewhat ideal for that purpose. And so, a few War Bands of scouts, mostly made up of Graug females who lacked the armored hides of their male counterparts, were deployed as well to support their more physically imposing brethren in their assault.

Kytana was among them.

Having proved herself as a reliably precise markswoman in training, she had been entrusted with an especially high-powered rifle, to manifest death in the enemy ranks from the shadows. While she was thrilled at the prospect of killing Jedi and their pawns, Kytana also wanted to prove her prowess to her sisters and brothers in her War Circle. Many of them had already seen her performance on the shooting range, but she would not have their full respect until she could replicate that in battle. Even amongst the Graug, a species that lived for war, there were those who were warriors in training, but seemed to disappear in battle, succumbing to fear, hysteria, or something else that broke their fighting spirit.

And so, as the Sith regrouped from one of their initial assaults on the battle lines of the Rangers, Kytana was entrenched firmly within the forest. There were a few moments of relative peace before the next assaults were initiated by the combined Blackblade and Dark Legion forces on the Jedi and Mandalorian battle lines. Systematically sweeping her sights across the jungle, Kytana found her first target, who appeared to be a Ranger machine gunner in a nest. Holding her breath, Kytana aligned her crosshairs over the Ranger’s head, letting her rifle’s integrated rangefinder and automatic zero system make the necessary adjustments in the process. Then, she squeezed the trigger to fire a single kinetic energy penetrator round. Without waiting to see the results of the shot for herself, Kytana quickly set her crosshairs over the upper chest of another target and fired once more, seeking to take advantage of the fact that it might take the enemy some time to pinpoint her location, especially under the pressure of a renewed Sith-Imperial assault...

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Kytana’s Scout Legionary Armor
  • Right Gauntlet
    • BPT-075 Balmorran Personal Plasma Thrower
  • Left Gauntlet
    • Wide-Beam Sonic Stunner
    • Shatter Beam
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Small Arms
  • Hekler’Kok RAMR-1
    • 6 Round Magazine (APFSDS)
    • Variable Zoom Sniper Scope (0-100x, Anti-Light Reflection Lens Coating, Automatic Zero Adjustment, Rangefinder, Multi-Spectrum Imaging, EP/PW, MFTAS, Etc.)
  • BRP-003 Balmorran Rail Pistol
• Melee
  • Vibrodagger (2)
• Grenades
  • Balmorran Firewall Grenade (BFG-001) (2)
  • Impact Grenade (2)

 

[Gir Quee]

Ship: Gregale-class Heavy Fighter Drake Ten loaded with Starbolt Missiles, R8-series Astromech Droid, MAST sensor jammer turrets, and Dryas-class Artificial Intelligence
Onboard Equipment: Adar-class Combat Flight Suit; Dartfire Variable Charge Blaster Pistol;
Allies: SJO, Mandalorians, and friends
Enemies: Okkeus Dainlei (engaging) and TSE

The swirling lines of hyperspace filled the cockpit with an ethereal glow that some spacers had found soothing over the years, while others had claimed the light had caused madness. Long ago, the aging officer had decided that that entire debate was hogwash - people merely found symptoms of what had already existed in their psyche. For his part, the man from Hast was simply enjoying the solitude. His borrowed ship was in immaculate condition and astromech droid had been almost conspicuously quiet, which made the blonde man think that perhaps he (or his position) had brought some intimidation. A faint chiming sound announced that the starfighter was about to revert to realspace, causing the man to straighten up and retighten his harness's straps.

"All right R8, it looks like we're almost there. Thanks for the pleasant flight, and tell your master that I appreciate being able to borrow his ship on such short notice. I'll make sure that the Spinward Soldier's techs will take good care in helping you get the ship ready for the journey back home."

The droid whistled and tootled behind him in what Gir thought was some pleasant response. He decided to glance at the translation screen just as the starfighter lurched into realspace. Brilliant lights of weapons fire and dozens of massive vessels flooded his viewport. Instinctively, the man tilted the yoke to the port, sending his fighter in abrupt banking maneuver as he tried to take in just exactly what was happening. He could see the massive starships of Clan Australis along with dozens of other familiar Directorate and Silver Jedi Concord ships. In the distance, the man could make out the massive and distinctive form of the Behemoth II. There's a ship that we'll never see in peace. He spared a glance at the embattled warships, finally picking out the Spinward Soldier as it engaged in slugging match with one of its Sith Empire counterparts.

"Well R8, I think that now is perhaps not the best time to making a landing on the Spinward. I think we'd get vaporized before we got within two klicks of it. Let's hold tight and see if there's some way that we can help anyone out..."

 

[Forjund Australis]

Location: The Playground

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: Torrack Torrackstur

Enemies: Any Sith
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Gear:
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/...-dp-02-class-d-heavy-disruptor-pistol.138085/ x2
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/m-37-bwatha-heavy-rifle.4725/ x1

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Units commanded currently:

Approved NPC - 57 Silyepr Temya'a Traatika (Mortar Platoon.)

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION Intent: To create a unique unit for Torack to use in future battles. Image Credit: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/0/09/Headhunter_Company_JFOS2.png Role: Mortar Platoon Permissions: Kain Australis , Torrack Australis Links: N/A GENERAL...

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"Yes Sir! Move out Platoon, follow me!" Forjund swiftly ordered his Second to get the squads moving, hearing the NCO's parroting his commands and watching as the men began lugging the heavy mortar equipment up the hill he finally began to move himself. Jogging through the rough terrain the men reached their area of operation rather quickly, upon hearing their officers commands they immediately began to deploy the mortars and wait for the order to fire, watching over the ridge of the hill they saw no approaching enemies, at least not ones they could see. After giving a few orders they quickly concealed their position behind leaves and sticks providing a makeshift camouflage that would conceal their position amongst the dense jungle, any tanks or motorized infantry that would try to make their way through there would have a hard time doing so. Hearing engines in the distance Forjund scoffed and began to walk up and down the line of mortar men, observing the nearby area for any approaching Sith forces.

Settling down he took his rifle down off his back and began to clean it, seeing as there was nothing else currently to do other then observe for enemy forces, and his Sergeants were on that job he could relax for a moment. After having a sip of the bitter alcohol he kept in his canteen he sat up, again hearing engines in the distance but much louder then before, signaling to his men to be ready he began to radio Torrack "Potential enemy forces approaching my position, over." there was no time for idleness now, loading his rifle with energy cells and taking up his position all he had to do was wait.

 

[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

Former 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.

New Primary Objective: Attempt to capture the emperor's daughter.

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 (for now): https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/kaeayr-jag-minute-men.143249/#post-1959296

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With the comm channel being opened back up by the young stud Lud Bralor, their Comms operator of the tank their were in. The Rally Master would speak quickly, "Hold Fire, hoink hoink our sensor man is identifying the force. Squeak squeak." .While the force was indeed large, it was sodding tank division, heading straight for the city and clan hall of Clan Australis. However, this was their home, and they had the home field advantage of this fight. The ability to strike and fight at their will and choosing, something coupled with well trained guerilla's that would make this fight inexplicitly dangerous. What made this worse , was the fact that it seemed that the officers of this tank formation were too far spread out. Such decisions were beginning to make them easy prey for attack. While they were starting to slowly get closer formed, likely due to the actions of a higher commander this would be the best time to attack. Erin Westwind, the gunner and known gran marksman suddenly made a great discovery while preparing for her shot that would likely come at the first ambush point these enemies were unknowingly walking into. "Boss, I have spotted one of the emperor's daughters! Her detachment and division seem to be moving ahead of the others!" . Was the empire trying to deliver them a prime target like this to Torrack on a silver platter? The eye's began to dilate behind the T-visor Bucye that the gamorean had over his pig faced head. The possibility, the opportunity was too much of one to pass up after hearing this from a well known deadeye like his gunner. Beemo, the sensor operator would also confirm this , "Sensors confirm this is a tank division, we may be outnumbered two to one!"

They had to take this opportunity now that it had sprung up, while risky these were guerilla's with the element of surprise and various tunnel systems to harass and isolate the enemy at will. Until they could fully strike to capture her. " LUD HOINK HOINK , GET ME ALL MY UNITS UNDER MY COMMAND! SQUEAK SQUEAK!" .After some time the channel would , "LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN A GIFT BETTER THEN A LAP DANCE FROM THE TOP CLUB ON NAR SHADDAR ! HOINK HOINK WE HAVE CONFIRMED THAT ONE OF THE EMPEROR'S DAUGHTERS IS IN A DETACHMENT LEADING THE CURRENT TANK DIVISON COMING UP HERE! FUCK THE CURRENT PLAN, SQUEAK SQUEAK ALL UNITS GET YOUR KARKING ASSES IN POSITION TO ASSIST THIS AMBUSH POINT!HOINK HOINK" . Now the eager guerilla fighter would speak directly to the 57th, "I WANT THE 57th TO PREPARE A BARRAGE FOR WHEN WE RETREAT TO OUR NEXT AMBUSH POINT! HOINK HOINK HOINK*AFTER THAT BARRAGE YOU MUST RETREAT TO THE NEXT POINT! *SQUEAK SQUEAK UNTIL THEN STAY PUT!" . This conflict now was not about delaying the enemy, this conflict could directly impact the battle, the emperor's daughter was a key important official who ordered her troops ahead of the rest that were landing. While not the worst error, this little mistake could very well be one of the deciding factors.

If Torrack could save their damned home, he would, if this attempt failed. Then it would be up to the several other forces in the playground to delay the enemy before arriving to the city.The Jammers , these guerilla's used were specifically made to jam and block out most forms of communications even block out telepathic communication. With plenty of jammer specialists per unit, and plenty of rocket specialists able to take on more armored vehicles, with the main core of these guerilla's making up sniper slugthrowers. What was also a great thing about defending this jungle was the various tunnels that allowed them to quickly garner their position without being spotted by the naked eye. As these soldiers of the union got into position, so had their juicy and primed target.

The crusader had waited for this moment, now in the heart of the jungle with various trees covering the field of play, and the hill south of the position to the city. The troops were properly set up to the right and left of the enemy forces with the 57th on that very hill. With the cave where the very tank that the crude warrior was commanding was hidden, waiting to come out and play. As Aristeia Zambrano and her detachment entered the area of ambush, suddenly their communications amongst the division were no longer properly coordinated. Many of the sith's soldiers were obviously beginning to become disjointed as some began to separate out, others were stopped, and while rare some of the infantry not on the tanks began to panic. However the guerilla's were fighting for their home or friends here, and were organized and prepared for this. It would be up to the sith lord to quickly turn this around before it was too late. Unfortunately for her, now sniper fire began pelting the enemy infantry with deadly accuracy from the various areas of vegetation.

However one should wait, because there was more to this daring attack, rockets veering and flying began pelting vehicles and some of the various hover tanks. Some were focused down right out of the gate and blown up, with varying degrees of fearsome explosions throughout the now under duress division. But the fun did not end there for the newer commander, the fearsome and elite Midr Karilyar emerged on the left flank. This unit was known for punishing pirates who dared challenge the mandalorian union , killing many of them on their asteroid base. The tanks first bit of action was to launch all four of their concussion missiles at a nearby tank that was apart of the detachment with the young Sith Knight. With that many missiles that tank was now immobile, or at the very least heavily damaged . While moving erratically throughout the the thick wood line this tank would continue to fire it's Daka Turrets at the enemy infantry. Killing more unfortunate poor souls who could not even call for help.

The Gunner who controlled the main gun would not fire at the enemy yet, and wait for the right moment. Whatever could be said, things went from 0 to 100 real quick. The greenskinned being striking the enemy forces with all he had available to him, with the enemy now having no friends to rely on.

 

[Nida Perl]

ALLIES | Lark
ENEMIES | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield

The shift she’d made to the Sith Empire had changed many things for Nida. The Jedi were no longer paragons of peace and saviors of the downtrodden, they were righteous charlatans who burned a path through the galaxy in the name of falsified ideals. They had stolen her, lied to her, and turned her into a pawn.

It did not escape her notice that the Sith could be doing exactly the same thing to her, but the corrupting poison in her mind had begun to spread to her heart and spirit. Coupled with a growing sense of ability and belonging, Nida had to believe that she’d chosen the right path. How else could she rationalize the sacrifices she’d made?

As the Sith began to push into Hyllyard City, Nida and Lark remained on the fringes of the artillery strikes and warring stormtroopers. Once the soldiers pushed through the shields, the Sith would make their way into the city to confront the Jedi. Or sooner, if the valiant heroes intended to defend the capital’s shielding.

Nida swallowed forcefully over the lump in her throat. It was no secret that confronting the Silver Jedi made her anxious. News of the attacks on Voss and Ossus had reached them shortly before, and she hoped against hope that Kyra and Thirdas would be there, instead of here.

She looked to Lark, the sight of him comforting in the face of the impending battle. Nida had found solace in her friend, who treated her kindly, despite his warning of multiple personalities. Some of them were violent, he’d said, and the sullen Zeltron wondered if he’d show her another face today.

“Did you grow up in this city, Lark?”

Aside from orders, part of the reason she was here was to help her friend liberate his homeworld.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

[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.
[/spoiler]
Mathieu Brion Inara Basai Palm-Imer

The attack was underway.

The wasps created chaos and continued to disrupt the attempts at evacuations. Though many ships had already taken off, they were still in peril. The more civilians were present, the more the Sith could press the Jedi on their moral ramifications. If there was one lesson Joycelyn had learned from fighting the Mandalorians, it was that fighting a Force user was easier when you distracted them, filled their mind with noise, and confused their focus.

Well, if the Jedi thought so much of these people, then that would be their downfall. If they so eagerly sought to save them, she would place them in further peril.

“Tell the admiral to scramble the interceptors.” She barked into her com “Do not let them escape this planet!”

The Force surged and drew Joycelyn’s attention as she noticed a flash of white in her left periphery. A swath of wasps were burned to ash by the pulse of pure light, leaving black shadows on the walls where their ashes were scattered, like the ghosts of annihilation.

That sensation, that technique.

Joycelyn knew well what it meant. She faced those who wielded such powers before: Starchaser, Sar’andor, some whose names she never bothered to note. It meant power, promise, and an enemy that would give this battle the savoury flavour she so desired after the failure of Bastion.

The princess tugged her speederbike to the side, pulling it in a full circle and nearly to a stop before veering into what she assumed to be the correct path for pursuit.

“Tsosûtaiyi” She commanded her hunting-party.

The oil-skinned beasts that hunted with her corrected themselves quickly as they followed and then surrounded her, sniffing the air and snapping their jaws as they followed scent and earth tremors to find the Jedi. She urned her speeder out of the street to where she had seen the white flash.

There she saw them, young, but present in the Force, leading a handful of frightened civilians.

Joycelyn couched her spear under her arm and activated it: One long, bloodshine blade and two smaller prongs hissed into existence as she lowered her lance and kicked the throttle in for full, letting it lock itself in place. She fully intended to skewer the young man who had blasted her sithspawn.

The black beasts at her sides hissed and howled as they darted into pursuit as well, spreading out to harass the others.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Starship: "The Vagabond" Heavy Assault Cruiser.
NPC's: Vagabond Senior Officers.
Personal Inventory: Caedyn's Jedi robes, Armistice Lightsaber.

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The warning had gone out loud and clear across Silver Space, the Vagabond Heavy Cruiser having been in active duty on the far side of the Silver Concord's territories when the Sith Fleet had reached Myrkr, Captain Gene Whayeson sending word to Caedyn Arenais who had been returning from the world of Jutrand within the Outer Rim Territories encouraging the Jedi Knight to hasten his return and upon his rendezvous to prepare for immediate entry into what would become a Warzone in the time it took for the Cruiser to reach Myrkr Space.

The Force had a funny way of complimenting his service, or perhaps it was more the fact that the Galaxy was screaming for the need of active Jedi all the louder of late given his duty had taken him all over the Galaxy recently. The Outer Planets Alliance dissolution had demanded his return to the Jedi Coalition, formerly seven distinctive worlds inhabited by locations and facilities operated by members of the greater Galaxy's best and brightest. When Caedyn had first left them for the Silver Jedi Order, he had essentially removed himself from the head role and in times as chaotic as these, he could no longer leave that endeavor half done.

That did not mean however that he had cut ties from the Silver Jedi Concord; Far from it, they remained a dear part of his heart and he had gladly returned to their beck and call in order to stand alongside so many others in the defense of their systems from the tyranny of The Sith Empire. A long time rival and enemy of House Arenais whom had placed a death-mark upon his parents lives, as well as his and his Sister Loreena Arenais-Valhoun .

Once more unto the fray...

"ETA 60 seconds and counting, Captain" Loni O'Jakri spoke up from across the bridge, calling to Gene Whayeson's attention as he had just reached the Jedi Knight's side upon the observation platform looking out across the Cruiser's forward hull, Caedyn particularly attentive to the Turbo-laser batteries lining both sides of the vessel knowing the damage they were about to unleash upon the lives of others, all for their loyalty to a foreign leader. 'Such a waste...All of this' he reflected silently with grave disappointment.

From the right of the Lieutenant Commander came the call from their Security Officer Kara Mason, stood beside the Communications specialist Ticia C'Heri. "We're heading directly into the storm, Cap'n! Picking up a heavy foreign fleet over Myrkr, Comm's are coming in but they're scrambled. I can't make heads of it until we drop out" she spoke swiftly yet conveyed herself in an orderly fashion despite the violence they were moments out from.

"Commander, alert the rest of the crew we're status red. I want maximum power to shields and have those guns ready to go" Gene had turned back, having no time to spare a word with Caedyn of whom had remained silent and seemed to be withdrawn from the rest of the crew. Whayeson hated that about the Jedi Knight yet serving under his father had been no different; They always seemed to know more than they were letting on. "Drop us in on the defensive, identify all friendly craft and send out our IFF codes so they know where to find us. We're late to this party so let's be sure to make our arrival well known, light up any hostile vessels that try to get between us and the rest of the Silver Fleet"

 

[Inara Basai]

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

Inara’s eyes were on the sky, where the strange ship had emerged—and let loose upon Velmor a most terrible infestation. The sky grew dark, dangerous. The clouds seemed to rain down destruction, but nature could not be so cruel; it was the Sith.

She watched, heart pounding, as the refugee transport lifted off, and Inara prayed they would make it. May the force be with them.

The ranger felt Mathieu step up to her side, and she tried to flash him a reassuring smile and a nod. “You, too,” she’d say, her voice barely there.

Then, her head snapped in the direction of a scream. Inara turned to see a frighteningly large insect descend upon a member of Velmorian security. Brandishing her rifle, she sent a few frantic shots at the insect, which fell to the ground, it’s legs twitching into stillness.

Rushing to the aid of the guard, she swallowed hard at the sight of his wounds. Needless to say, these bugs were much more than a nuisance; they were deadly. Jabbing a shot of bacta and a stim into the injured man, she bandaged the wounds as best she could with shaking hands. And she looked up to see Mathieu had dealt with the smaller swarm in the alley.

“I’m good,” she assured him, nodding. A few members of the local team came to escort the injured man to safety—but was anywhere truly safe? How she wanted to reach for his hand, but she kept still.

And after offering Palm a steady nod, Inara steeled herself for what was to come. Judging by the sense of dread within, she needed to be ready.

No sooner had she placed her finger on the trigger of her rifle, did she hear the sickening screech if beasts approaching. Inara gasped at the sight of the strange creatures—and her eyes widened as one began to charge her. Diving to the side, she fired an incendiary round, hitting the creature’s shoulder… and causing it to howl with rage.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

His own focus was on getting people safe. He knew that there was a threat around here, but as the Acting Grandmaster, it gave him a certain level of responsibility. The great Luke Skywalker was even known to step into combat at times, even if it was late. But the family turned the tied in the wars on the First Order and the Yuuzhan Vong. Coren knew the feeling of fighting a war on two fronts, and the difficulty it posed, for logistics and choices as to where you should be. Having sent Ven and Steele to assist on Velmor, a story for another day, he assumed, he came to Myrkr with his people.

“Cuan, get them moving. If I need to leave, you’re in charge of the effort on this half.” He looked to his trusted lieutenant and nodded. The Jedi Mater stepped moved into the city, his extinguished lightsaber in hand, and a blaster on his hip. He was seen as taking the lead on this operation and was working with the team of mixed races, his Sullustan Honor Guards, the Wookiees, and a number of other mixed races, to help retrieve and protect the civilains. Stepping through the streets he was directing the flow of traffic.

“Australis. Let me know where you need us if the defense comes, its your city.” He spoke to K Kaine Australis , or whoever the rep was to deal with the Jedi. His own team was doing its best to get a perimeter set up and he heard over the friendly comms in a Sullustan voice

“Shield powering up.” At least that would give them some time, a small shield around the landing bay.

Good.

“Master Starchaser… we have incoming. Sith forces on the ground. Mandalorians are moving to engage, but be wary.” The call from a human Jedi Knight.

“Understood. Thank you. Secure the landing zone. Tiburons, on me. We’ll keep an on eye on the Sith.” He preferred to be in the fight.

Beltran Rarr
Mig Gred
Darth Carnifex

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Myrkr
Objective: Survive and Seek
Opposing: The Sith Empire | Darth Prazutis

Exhausted.

He wasn't sure if it was the word for it. Less than twelve hours previously he had been head to head with Amani Serys , fought someone whom he had heard so many legends about. It had been exhausting, damaging and had left him hardly standing.

The young gentleman had left Voss and returned to Myrkr to seek refuge with K Kaine Australis . He hadn't expected to find The Sith Empire in the midst of swarming Myrkr. It explained in ways why the defensive force at Voss had been so quiet, so small.

Caden licked his teeth as he stepped from his ship. He still had his lightsaber sat on his hip, his LPD-11 Heavy Blaster Pistol opposite. His wrists were adorned, his Hololink XJ9 on one and his Chase Spymaster on the other. The young man still had his Theia glasses on his robes, ready to be adorned if he needed them.

His Silver Jedi Robes and his Jal Shey Belt remained on his person. His robes were slightly more torn up than they had been when the young Mandalorian man had landed on Voss. They had very much been torn up in the fight with Amani. Caden wasn't surprised.

Slowly he looked around. Myrkr was good at neutralizing the force, good at making a person weak. He assumed that wouldn't apply though, he assumed The Sith Empire had found some sort of work around. Caden hoped The Sith Empire had found some sort of work around.

Everything that had happened had left the young boy exhausted. He hadn't slept in probably going on twenty hours, his fight with Amani had left him exhausted and now he was about to fight another battle to protect the world that he had called home.

He walked and hoped that he could find Kaine soon.

 

[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 numerous anti-aircraft batteries were still doing their job, screening off numerous Sith fighters from the refugee transports. But it was hard not to notice how a few sites seemed to have stopped firing. Unbeknownst to Mathieu, those sites had also come under attack from the vile sithspawn which now plagued the city. Still, the battle in the skies raged on with the outnumbered defending fighters doing their best to ward the attackers off.

Anyone glancing up onto the skies would be able to see how the grey clouds were lit up by lasers of different colours and how much the defenders were struggling. The pilots were heroes - fighting for the lives of the civilians who were being evacuated. But these heroes were dropping at an alarming rate.

Mathieu had to tear his gaze away from the grim situation up above and focus on the situation on the ground. They would have to keep doing their job and make use of every second that the fleet bought them. It was then that he heard them. The noise of a speeder and numerous beasts accompanying it. Looking over to the direction opposite of where Inara was, he saw them. And not only that - the woman seemed to carry a dark sided force presence which lead him to one conclusion: Sith

Slowly advancing forwards with his dormant lightsabre held defensively in front of him, Mathieu hollered a few words to his friends and the few officers that still lingered "I think she's a Sith, be careful!" Unlike his slow advance, her approach was rapid - and the woman seemed to have found a path between the many landspeeders which laid about, allowing her to charge towards him at a high speed.

The Padawan stayed light on his feet and looked toward the dormant speeder on his side. It was the same side on which she held her spear. While it may have appeared as a Jedi learner telegraphing their intended action way too clearly, it was in fact not the case. Before joining the Silver Jedi Order, Mathieu had visited many battlefields as a Mercenary and had a good idea of what he wanted to do. Once she got close, he rolled forth to the opposite side of where he had looked earlier.

With force enhanced speed and reflexes, he hoped to be fast and sudden enough not to be pierced. But even if she did move to get a hit in on him, he would soon activate his lightsabre as he came out of the roll, swinging it in an upwards angle aimed to slice through both the bottom part of the speeder and her leg if it happened to be in the blade's path.

 

[Lark]

The boy's ashen eyes slowly opened, dust and soot blew around him in a tempest of smoke and fire. He lay cradled in a swaddle of embers, and yet he felt not a sting of pain. His skin was scarred pink with burns that might never heal, and his scarlet hair had singed off, only wispy tufts of red remained on his head. Near him were the charred remains of some who sought to flee the fire, their remains turning to dust as they were consumed by the ever-growing inferno. For a moment, the boy closed his eyes, content to let himself be devoured by that beautiful flame. It was meant to be the perfect suicide, all traces of his existence would be wiped away once the rain smothered the fire. The smoke would clear, the ashes would settle, and the boy would be forgotten. There would be no one left that ever knew who he was.

A nameless monster.

But the fire didn't take him. His skin was melting, his head bore a wig of flames. And yet he stood, and as he gently walked through the remains of what had once been his city- his home, he felt nothing. No joy or pleasure in the massacre, no regret or anguish over what he had done. Only emptiness. This was the natural state of the world, the fate that would befall everything, sooner or later. Life was so astonishingly brief, like a firefly's bulb lighting up the evening sky. There, and gone in an instant. Death was eternal. Death was all people were equal in.

Bare feet stepped over splintered wood and rusty nails, the boy's eyes gazed at the destruction with the same vague interest as a student attending a lecture for some minor grievance they caused for a teacher. No, perhaps this wasn't the perfect suicide. His parents were both dead. His brother and sister were dead. Anyone that had ever known the boy he once was had perished.

This was the perfect rebirth. He could make himself into anything he wanted to be.

Right before the boy left Myrkr, he heard a bird singing the sweetest of songs.

​

Allies: Nida Perl
Enemies: Kyra Perl Thirdas Heavenshield

Lark had believed that he had seen Myrkr for the final time once he departed his former home so many years ago. But the place haunted his mind for so many years, and now he was stepping foot onto this forlorn world once more. The place where he laughed and played with his siblings, the place he learned so much at Mr. Migh's orphanage. The place he burned to the ground. All the memories flooded through him, they were enough to cause physical pain. He lightly massaged his head as he witnessed the battle commence at Hyllyard, would he bring the same ruin to this city as he wrought upon his own home? Just as he could not escape this world, this world could not escape him. Perhaps this time he'd finish the job he'd begun as a child. Burn his cradle once and for all.

No, he thought a moment later. Your siblings are still out there, and the Sith hope to save this world. You can rebuild the life that was stolen from you. Its not to late...

All these varying personas plagued his mind, each one proposing something different. It was getting so difficult to keep those torturous voices in check. But soon, he'd collect them all together. Soon, he'd awaken to his true self. Myrkr's fate and Lark's future were intertwined.

He was glad that he had not returned on his own. If anyone could match his own flux of emotions prior to battle, it was the woman standing beside him. Where Lark had a bond with the battlefield, Nida Perl had one with those they prepared to fight against. Lark had never cared for the Jedi, their beliefs weren't sound and they ignored their own hypocrisy. But he knew the importance of family. Nida's family, the people she used to love, they might be on the other side of Sith artillery. No matter what they might have done to her, family was still family. Their lies stung deep. He placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, at the moment it was all he could think to do to help her. If Nida felt cold and betrayed by the Jedi, Lark hoped he could offer a bit of warmth.

But other pieces of him wanted something different. To corrupt her in the same way he corrupted himself when he lost his family. To see if he could turn her into the same monster he had become. To see her family dead at her feet, by her own hand, with no remorse or pleasure in her eyes. Darkness resided within her, and if Lark helped that darkness bloom he could create something truly spectacular.

Stop, Lark thought, fending off those wicked words. He trusted Nida, and had grown to enjoy her presence. He wouldn't let the monster take her as it did so many others. He only hoped he could control himself as memories both good and bad dug into his mind like a parasitic worm. He knew that the most subtle of stimulus might trigger a change within him.

"Not this city," he said in response to Nida's question. "In truth, I'm not sure I could even point to where my hometown used to be on a map, if it was even significant enough to be plotted on one. But its little more than an ash heap now. Before I left Myrkr, I burned it all to the ground. My siblings and I are the only ones from that little hamlet that still live." Nida knew there were multiple personalities at war with each other inside of him, she knew his behavior around her was, in some sense, a lie. But it was time to stop hiding the truth. He looked down at her with tired eyes. "The capacity for such monstrosities still lingers within me. I fear my memories of this place might awaken that beast once more."

Rapturous shellfire akin to thunder pierced the sky as soldiers and civilian alike experienced a universal truth. The ghosts or Myrkr, aroused by the arrival of their killer, prepared to haunt. And deep down, a monster slowly began to emerge from an endless abyss of darkness. There were so many wars Lark was about to fight. Some that he was more than prepared for.

And some that he was not.

 

[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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The golden eyes of the geminaie met the small figures of what approached in the horizon, coming at them fast. The first screech made a memory surface on her mind, but she allowed it to slip away for now. There was no margin for mistakes in war, no room for testing. And so she drew on the Force, allowing it to surge within her making her presence light up like a beacon as her body prepared to be pushed beyond its limits of speed and strength. Such was the way of the soll'nav, her body and mind were the kingdom of her power.

And her gaze was unmoved as the first volley of blaster fired rained down on their opponents, the speed of them meaning most if not all the bolts missed their mark. Perhaps others would have felt despair, to her there was nothing but a muffled silence. There was nothing but herself, the ones she fought for, and those who meant them harm. They were near now, and as the oil-skinned creatures finally made their final approach Palm counted them in the number of four. The soldiers fired, attracting the attention of two of the sithspawn in their brave atempt. The Ambassador did not watch as they were attacked and torn to pieces, instead locking her attention on the one coming towards her.

Inara shot, injuring the other one, and Palm continued to focus on the bigger threat: the uninjured one targeting her. She waited for the right moment, when the beast was merely meters away and its charging speed would ensure it wasn't likely for it to be able to stop itself. And then she jumped, her speed unnatural, feet landing on the roof of that same speedertruck she had used before as a vantage point. Her legs coiled, immediately sending her on another jump: towards the sithspawn. The blade of one of her guard-shotos was aimed at the conjunction line in its plating, slicing through its neck and felling the beast.

Now standing a few meters before Inara, her reverse grip on the sabertonfas went into a defensive position as her off hand slashed diagonally upwards, warding off a snap of the jaws of the injured and angered Maelridae. Not losing a second of the opening, the versatility of the saber allowed her to go on the offense and find another lethal cut, right where Inara's shot had weakened the creature's natural armor. But there were still two, and the fading screaming let her know that the flesh that had distracted them was nearly finished, departed from the living realm.

If the ship in the sky spewed more of this creatures and they charged at them, the soldiers would not last. The trio could not fight this battle on their own, and so there was only one answer to give them a fending chance: cut off the terrain. Trusting Inara's aim to cover for her, Palm began moving through the large street, her speed making her almost a blur followed by the creaking noises of metal as the orderly lines of speeder were pushed and transformed into a littered disarray of traffic as though a bomb had been dropped in the middle of the avenue.

Telekinesis would have done a better job at it, but she was barred by her beliefs from abusing such powers. The strain was easily felt in her muscles, for albeit fast the task had required exertion. The conundrum had finally lured the two sithspawn back onto Inara and herself, but now they would not be so easily reached.

The geminaie was not surprised when the three meter tall creatures made easy work of stepping onto the rubble of toppled speeders and speeder-trucks, but was satisfied to see that their running speed had been somewhat impeded. They needed to finish them off, the presence of the woman that had spearheaded the attack was dark. Her presence around several Sith Lords in the past made Palm able to recognize her for what she was. Deep seated anger and purpose took root within her, she would not leave Mathieu on his own against her for long.

She reached out to Inara through the force, "I take the one on the left, shoot the other one down." And she was once again on the move, feet stepping on roofs and transparisteel windshields in a dance of balance she knew too well from the forests of Geminidae. The creature she had drawn close to lunged at her, and she allowed herself to fall into a small opening between the speeders, avoiding the attack and managing a slash at the sithspawn's side before returning to stand on top of abandonned speeders, ready to press on the attack in an attempt to take advantage of the creature's pain.

 

[Finley Dawson]

Location: Vegemite Temple (Myrkr)
Objective: Touring Temple
Allies: SJC
Opposition: TSE
Directly Engaging: Ingrid L'lerim

With several eyes on him, Finley was careful to unscrew the yellow jar originally presented to him on a platter, and even more careful not wriggle his nose the pungent odor released. Looking inside, he found the contents to be dark and viscous, almost like earwax.

How appetizing.

Too late to back out now. His counterparts had told him that the extract was best enjoyed thinly spread across toast, or mixed in with another dish as an umami booster, but it was always good to have a first taste in the raw as a baseline.

Gingerly he scrapped the tip of a spoon across the surface, collecting a tiny sliver of the stuff, barely thicker than a fingernail. The he slowly slotted the first third of the spoon past half open lips, giving it a lick.

It was...okay. Quite salty and bitter, reminding him of a cross between kelp and bouillon. It probably did taste better on bread or crackers, but he could never see himself running through entire jars like he had seen some residents here. They claimed it was the source of their power, hence the adoption of the extract's name for their order: The Vegemites.

Quite a peculiar bunch.

Save for bitter aftertaste that hung to his tongue, he didn't really feel any different after the sample. Perhaps he required more, but he wasn't very keen on finding out.

"Interesting," he finally said as he set down the spoon and screwed back on the cap. "It's quite unlike anything I've tried before."

A female Cathar, the one who had supplied the extract, beamed and clapped in delight. The other Vegemites in attendance joined in on the clapping, apparently pleased with his response. He was glad Krost was still home with his family on Kashyyyk, otherwise he was afraid the Wookiee would have fallen to the ground clutching his sides.

He offered the jar back the Cathar, but she shook her head, instead, wrapping her velvety fingers around his hand and gently pressing the jar back against his chest.

"No, my Silver friend, this was meant for you. May Vegemite give you strength for your trials to come."

He raised an eyebrow at her words, her knowing tone giving them an ominous quality.

"Ah thanks...should I...expect something?"

She said nothing more on the subject, simply smirking as she released his hand.

Oh splendid, she's one of the cryptic Jedi Masters...

As if on cue, he was startled by the sound of airhorns. The smiles of the Vegemites faded, replaced with frowns and gasps. Only the Cathar remained serene in the face of danger. Finley tensed up as he felt someone new approaching the room, but it would turn out to be one of the friendly Mandalorians on site, bronzed armor shining gold from the tawny light of electric lamps above.

"We got Company in orbit, of the Sith persuasion."

The Sith again? While their civil war still raged, they had seemed to take a renewed interest in the Silver Jedi. Like a crazy ex, they just kept coming back. He honestly wasn't even mad or surprised by events - he was a Jedi, and that's what he had signed up to do. Battling evil doers and the like.

He only wished they had shown up after, he had gotten around to the Laughing Lekku downstairs.

Another time, and a little more incentive to fight.

"Welp, let's show the Sith back to Bastion- er wherever they hang out now, shall we? You have my blade."

The Cathar nodded. "With the power of Vegemite, we will not falter."

"This is the way," agreed the Mandalorian.

Finley could only shrug, rolling with it. If nothing else, the Vegemites were brave, once taking the fight to the Sith when few others seemed willing. Maybe there was more to this stuff than he could see right now.

He stuffed the jar in the inner pocket of his jacket for good luck, then left the room to collect his armor.

Spoiler

Telis Taharin-Zambrano

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Allies: Fiolette Raaf @all Sith Empire forces
Enemies: K Kaine Australis (both in space and eventually on ground)

Death came for all eventually.

It had been some time in coming, but the day had finally arrived... the day that Myrkr would die in fire and blood, and take the cursed Australis clan with it. Today, she would see the end of the man that killed her son before he even had a chance to draw breath in the world. Today, she would not be sated until every last member of his clan present, every last being he cared about, every last ship he took pride in, was nothing but dust. Today, she was both a mother bent on vengeance... and a Sith that was, for once, allowing herself to fully engage in her destructive instincts and those feelings and emotions were flowing through and amplified by her wife and their bond.

The Emperor might have led the vanguard, as he always did, bringing a heavy amount of force to bear on the world and its inhabitants, but she had decided to bring all the forces loyal to her to bear as well. Australis had been lucky thus far, having escaped too many times for the Lady of Secrets to allow that ever again. Data from the first wave had been sent back to the second group of the attack force, positioning, composition, everything they needed for their arrival.

Hands clasped behind her back, wearing her Medhir armor, she regarded the view from the bridge of the hyperspace tunnel. Every second was one closer to seeing Medraut's murderer put down...

"Fleet reversion in sixty seconds," a bridge officer called out. She paid it no mind, although the Korun woman besides her was relaying orders to her officers to prepare for full bombardment once they emerged. Lord Admiral Imara Sentongo was being extra vigilant today as both her Lady and her mentor were aboard and gunning for blood. Shadowy research ship she may be, but the Elidibus was not lacking in firepower either... nor was the Seventh Fleet that it led. Within its holds, monsters of dark creation and the 173rd prepared for the bloodletting to come.

"Thirty seconds."

"Telemetry from the Behemoth II has updated, enemy moving towards them."

"We'll catch them perpendicular then," Lord Admiral Sentongo remarked. "Just as planned. All batteries prepare to fire upon reversion, target is the Terror."

If Kaine died with his ship, it would be less fun, but the deed would be done. But somehow... as the tunnel began to thin out, Taeli was sure that was not his fate. The entire Seventh Fleet, Star Destroyers and all their attending cruiser and support ships, arrayed around the Star Dreadnaught, emerged from hyperspace to the port side of the Australis formation.

They witnessed the brilliant cavalcade unleashed towards the Emperor's flagship, but that was not her goal. In the Force, she had locked onto his presence. She would not stop tracking it until it was gone at her or her wife's hand.

"Open fire."

Dozens of ships began firing as one along with the flagship in the center, all of it aimed towards the Terror Australis and the support ships around it. And her eyes turned from purple, to amber, to a bloody orange verging on crimson as she watched.

 

[Atlas Drake]

SURVEY SHIP CONSTELLATION
GREAT NORTHERN FOREST
EXPLORCORPS RESEARCH TEAM
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Myrkr.

Years of Mandalorian rule had smoothed out some of its rougher edges, but it was still a wretched hive of scum and villainy. In that sense he supposed Atlas felt at home. It was also currently swarming with Sith marauders and that felt like home too. This was a border world, he supposed he had accepted the risk when he took the job. They were so far from the frontlines of the Imperial's civil war, but anyone born on the frontier like Captain Drake was used to shifting fortunes.

"I sense a great disturbance in the Force."

"Duly noted, Master Jedi."

"Are you certain its safe?"

"We're below the treeline," he offered the Jedi Knight assigned to his expedition a grim smile, "Should play havoc with their sensors."

Its why they were out here, after all. Myrkr's unique flora shielded most of the surface from conventional scans. Only targeted close range sweeps from a high grade system like the survey ship could map the planet's topography. It was slow, meticulous work and their cartography was inevitably eroded by the passage of time. Right now that was the last thing on Drake's mind. This had just become a rescue mission.

"Alright, let's see what we're dealing with. Launch a probe."

The Trident launched an unmanned sensor buoy into low orbit. It established telemetry and maintained a signal lock with the Constellation for thirty one point seven seconds before a passing TIE casually obliterated the unidentified device. More than enough time to transmit positional data on engine drives throughout Myrkr's upper atmosphere. This data was fed into the ship's supercomputer, allowing Atlas and his crew to track projected flight paths across the warzone.

"Constellation to Starchaser," Drake pinged Coren Starchaser , dialing in on his comm frequency, "Come in Starchaser. Transmitting coordinates of potential landing zones in your area. We're about to burn for hardspace. I don't expect you need an evac?"

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Touching down in Hyllyard City
Allies: Thirdas Heavenshield
Enemies: Lark
??????: Nida Perl​

It was strange how fast things changed. They had learned the news while aboard Prosperity. At first Thirdas Heavenshield had begrudged Kyra's insistence to back track and board the jedi ship for hopes of using their archives. Nida was in Sith territory, not afloat some fancy GA ship in the core. Kyra couldn't explain what drew her to it. The force, maybe? That was a hard concept to justify to the lump of a solider she traveled with, but her instinct had proven right all the same.

Not only had she found vital info on the old Sith lab Nida Perl had been found at, but they had gotten Myrkr's call for aid just in time. And that old gut feeling that had gotten her to this point? Now it tugged hard for her answer the plea. Naturally, she had listened.



"Nida's here," she told Thirdas, her voice firm as she walked with quick steps off her ship. The familiar sense of panic coated the air as sith forces amasses on the planet. For the first time, Kyra had not arrived amongst the Silver forces meant to protect the people. It felt weird to not be with her peers and master as they prepared and planned for their next steps, but she pushed it all to the side.

Nida was close. This was it.

Families shoved past them in hurried waves as they struggled to evac an impending war zone. The border planets had been braced for this moment, but it was horrid to have it come all the same.

Kyra had liked this city. She had found an escape in it more than once.

She swallowed hard, turning on her heels as she touched the crystal at her neck and leaned into its warmth. The cacophony of emotions fell away, the empath able to ground herself to the moment. The clarity brought with it a sudden question, her gut churning in dread.

"Why would she be here? It's a take over." The implication was unmistakable. Kyra's mind twisted it, desperate to find another way.

 

[Auteme]

Bartholomew Cain ​

The Force had lead her many places, but Myrkr -- this was starting to get out of hand. Of all the planets in the galaxy to which she may be led, this was one of the few that was opposed to her presence. Not in the same sense as, say, Malachor V, a place that corrupted the Force in such a sickening way. Myrkr was empty in comparison. Not malicious, but far from welcoming. It didn't help that this place was the home of one of the most distasteful Mandalorian Clans in the galaxy and the man who had made them so.

Yet the Force guided her. She'd come, waited in Hyllyard only a few hours before the fighting started.

Did the Force want her to become accustomed to war? She couldn't stand the sound of blaster fire, the explosions, the death, and yet she found herself surrounded by it so often. Onderon had tested her, as had Bastion, and Brentaal, and H'ratth -- everywhere she looked there was death and destruction. It didn't help that the Force felt so weak, and so dark.

Yet, there was always a little light. Always a spark of hope.

The fighting had come to the streets of Hyllyard soon enough. Auteme had focused her efforts on moving civilians and keeping them safe from the bombardments, but that had begun to come to a close as the sounds of blaster fire inched closer. The Antarian Rangers and local defense forces held off the Sith troopers closer to the edge of the city, where the ysalamiri bubble clouded her sense of those approaching. A few Sith broke through, dueling their equals among the Silver Jedi. There was an iron determination there, the disciplined Sith-Imperials.

But a new presence emerged. Auteme, hidden in an alley a few blocks from the city's edge, frowned when she felt it. It was a break in the monotony, and not in a good way -- whoever it was, they were twisted. A miasma of darkness; not pure chaos, far from disciplined, nebulous. Deadly. Dangerous. Evil. The image of blazing blaster bolts flashed into her mind, along with the design of the weapon and the outline of its wielder. This was why she was guided here. For now, at least, she knew there was a reason.

The young knight rushed to the conflict, the Force pushing her faster and faster. The figure approached. Darkness to meet light, or something like that.

Light.

Auteme threw up her right hand, which burst with Force Light, blinding and searing but far from deadly. She stopped and for a brief moment stood still, unsure of what to do next. How did people do things in fights? Was there talking? She felt the need to say something cool. She didn't have any cool things to say. Maybe a line from a play? What was that one, the High Galactic one... yes, that silly one. Okay, that was cool enough.

"Stop, villain!" She sounded ridiculous. When was the last time she'd spoken High Galactic? No one used it anymore. What had she been thinking? Too late now. Finish the quote. "Your evil ends here!"

 

[Maya Bir Sinvala]

Location: Inside the Sinvala Residence
Objective: Bury the past

Theme​

She was finally here again. Here... Here

The mere idea of it was already filling her mind with clouded thoughts and a snarl of underlying anger that was building and building up as she walked among the hallways, walked past the rooms, her eyes taking in each and every detail and laboriously comparing it to the long established mental photograph that haunted her mind. The one burned into her, it wasn't a photograph of real space. No. This was one built from association. Each part of this accursed affront to her existence carried a different sensation, a different pit of sadness, a different moment of torture. The very foundation of this home prison was tainted, she could feel it's energy practically seeping from every surface, every speck of dust yet to be dusted, every creek of every floorboard she could feel the rot that laid beneath this gilded leviathan. It. Was. Everywhere. As she walked through the abandoned house she made her way to one place that was the most special to her and yet the strongest place in terms of rot, carrying an invisible mold that want to take her breath away and begin to induce tears.

Up on the second floor all the way jammed to the far left was one room that she had to see, one that sent the pit in her stomach tumbling down as she grabbed hold of the ornate door handle of opulence and gave a it a simple, gentle push. With it the door creaked open and the light poured into what looked to be an ordinary office. She stepped in. Desks, book shelves, chairs, holocomputers and simple office supplies. It looked nothing like it used to yet even with that Maya could see what the room used to be, in fact it was already taking shape in front of her as memories super imposed themselves on Reality. A mess of clothes on the floor, instruments strung about on stands all begging to be played even as some began to loose their muster or fall out of tone from a lack of care and tuning. A locked nightstand that contained a journal, A mirror that was caked in dust and finally in the corner where now the document printer was there used to be a bed. Just looking at that she felt like she was decades younger, at night, all alone in a void of a universe that comprised of nothing but her room, the darkness, and her thoughts with the feeling of terror over the mere idea of stepping outside, for fear of being caught out of line, and the conversations they would create. So instead she just laid down in her bed, her mind too active to go to sleep as it whittled away every transgression, every little detail.

Am I defective?
Why can't I make them happy?
It's ok that they're mad at me, I brought it on myself anyways
It's all my fault, they just want me to be better
I keep letting them down
I always let them down​

Dammit Maya wake up!​

The memories words snapped the Sephi back as memories of having to rush through of getting up in order to not miss one of the many tightly packed showings her father had booked for her that day. A quiet pain as she rested in guilt for having making father rush and listening to him rant about the fact that she was always late for everything with today being the final straw. All the while Maya had kept inside her a secret she felt too pathetic and weak to even want to share with him. She slept in because she spent the last night crying herself sleep feeling like an absolute failure. He would never find out.

Now all that was left of this space was just a an outline that everything stripped from it. Maya didn't know what to do as she felt her face begin to well up, as some kind of sensation began to build up underneath her, a strange almost calm, the kind of calm that was terrifying. One of oozing buildup as the stench of emotional miasma begin to settle more and more on her. She felt her body about to twitch, about to snap only for something to disrupt her thoughts. She felt something. A presence. It was approaching and it was the light. She had hoped it would be her parents but she knew that was but a fruitless hope. They'd already left and they would be too cowardly to try and defend their castle to the dying breath. No it was someone else, a guest of some kind strong in the force. Well if it was a Jedi then she would atleast give them a show, before she put spark to fuel.

She made her through the house and went down the stairs, and made her way to a large open living room meant for hosting parties and other such social events. In the room was a single grand piano that sat by a fireplace. Thankfully there was still some wood, so with some minor application of magic would begin filling the empty house with the soft crackling noise of a steady fire controlled fire. As Maya sat down in front of the Piano she played a few warm up notes, and would soon begin to play.

As Sakadi would enter the estate she would hear a song playing, guiding her to what she thought she wanted.

Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Ship: Thunderstruck
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Gir Quee
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The low rumbling of the quad thrusters kept him focused ahead. As the SJC ships slowly started to drop out of hyperspace, the Thunderstuck began firing up weapon systems. From starfighters to capital ships, the Silver Jedi had come prepared. But what they weren't expecting was fighting on of their own.

When Darth Tesir was still alive, before he murdered her, she said that he needed to prove his worth to the Sith. They wouldn't accept him if he didn't prove his allegiance to them. Journeying deeper into the Dark side of the force, cutting off almost all of his ties to the Jedi, and now preparing to kill the ones he once caught along side with.

He couldn't shake a nagging voice in the back of his head. It would have been easier if it was an unknown voice, but this person he knew very well.

"Okkeus, come back to the light."

Caden Evesa 's voice rang through his head like a bad nightmare. Something told him to forgive the boy, to move on, to return. But the light side of the force was the path of the weak. And that was the last thing he was.

As his radar was going off with all the new arrivals, he decided to randomly select the first ship that appeared. Once the sensor locked onto a ship, he began to engage. Punching the throttle to full speed he was pushed back into his wet as the ship soared across the sky. When he got within two thousand meters of the selected ship, he backed down the throttle. Clicking a button he listened as the s-foils locked into attack positioned.

Pressing down of the control lever he fired at the ship. The war has official begun.