Invasion Dissolution of the Rim | SO Invasion of Sluis Van & Denab

[Darth Empyrean]

Long has the Rimward Trade League stood as a bastion against the Sith encroachment towards the Galactic Core - but long has its stability been under threat. Both internal strife combined with consistent probing tests of Rimward Defenses has culminated in a total war esque strike against numerous vital points of the League. The Emperor's own Legion, led by his capital ship the Mors Mons, breaches the League's defenses at a thousand points. All across the nation, alarms ignite in response - only for many many more to remain silent, instantly cut off from the assault.

Most prominently, the Sith have focused their designs on two locations; Susfvi, capital of the Rimward Trade League, and Dagobah, home to one of its largest collections of Jedi. While a large contigent of Sith forces moves to cull the Jedi who rest on Dagobah, the Mors Mons and the Emperor have moved to break Susfvi. Both are critical to the dissolution of the League - a decapitating stike meant to steal from it both its government, and its sword.

Political weakness, a disjointed governmental front, numerous cults and extremists have taken this time to rise up. Many planted or supported by the Sith, many others opportunistic to declare indepedence, more still fighting for their right to survive. All of these things have broken out as riots begin to consume the League - as designed or not, by the Sith in their assault. Now, all that is left is for blood to be shed in the coming days.

As Admiral Quauhatli rallies his forces to defend the Capital, an elite team of Sith Commando and Sith Warriors besieges the Temple of Jedi Coalition to isolate the Rimward Jedi Coalition from Susefvi.

Objective 1: Fires of Susfvi

With the aid of rogue elements, the Sith Fleet was able to use concealed Hyperspace beacons to rapidly descend upon the Susefvi anchorage. Even whilst the Admiralty attempted to organise their fleets, dropships descended upon the Capitol. Local PDF, Orion Operatives, and other forces now fight amongst the streets, establishing small but firm holdouts to slow the Sith Order’s advance, buying time for VIPs and Civilians to escape.

Meanwhile, the Arbiters of Chaos in league with the Sith Lord Shrike seize upon the opportunity to launch a campaign of terror in hopes of furthering the awakening of thirsty gods and unlocking lost knowledge.

Mission Objectives (RTL):

• Secure the spaceport and councillor chambers, and hold out for reinforcements.
• Escape the Sith forces and Arbiters of Chaos

Mission Objectives (SO):

• Capture the Council Chambers
• Eradicate any resistance

Mission Objectives (Arbiters of Chaos):

• Fan the flames of chaos

Recommended: Councilors, ORION, Force Users, etc.

Objective 2: Speranza

The Speranza is the symbol of hope for the Rimward Navy, commanded by Admiral Quauhatli leads the SSD into battle against the Sith Order fleet intent on providing cover for escaping transports and buying time for the arrival of reinforcements from their Breshig allies.

Recommended: Fleeters, Fighter Pilots, Force Users, etc.

Mission Objectives (RTL):

• Buy time for civilians and VIPs to escape the planet, and prevent the Sith from establishing a blockade.

Mission Objectives (SO):

• Destroy / Capture the Speranza
• Search and Destroy transports attempting to flee.

Objective 3: Knight Light

With Veino and Grandmaster Tiland missing and many of the Jedi Masters indisposed elsewhere; the Dagobah Temple is the weakest it has ever been. Attempting to capitalize upon this opportunity, a strike team of Sith laid siege to the Temple, hoping to cut it off from assisting their Rimward allies and perhaps claim a few heads along the way.

Jedi Knight Pyeth Raffinki leads the defense, whilst senior members of the order retreat into the council chambers to perform a ritual that they hope will halt the Sith’s advance.

Mission Objectives (RTL):

• Defend the Jedi Temple, buying time for the ritual to be completed.
• Assist in the Ritual, the Order aims to create a Wall of Light shielding the Temple from any further Sith attacks.
• Survive!

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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Objective I: Fires of Susfvi​

Tag: Open​

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A thousand worlds under siege at once, a million soldiers fighting to the death, and billions of citizens subjected to the war their leaders brought upon them. Everywhere, through the Force, a great ripple shuttered at the outcrying of emotion and trauma - echoes overlapping as thought planned, waves upon waves amplifying their energies until the very reality they were in seemed to shake. At its epicenter walked a dead man, step by step through a tumultuous ocean of currents he set in motion.​

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The Dark Lord of the Sith, the Emperor Empyrean strode across the planet of Susfvi with a relaxed gait more akin to a sunday stroll than a true death march. Across the great city and capital of the Rimward Trade League many, many battles were fought as lives were sacrificed to break this would be defensive pact apart, yet for Empyrean and his personal Legion they marched at his behest towards the Council Chambers.​

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A Dread God, who lifted his hand and crushed a would be assassin. Few inside the Sith Order had seen their Emperor, only heard the grievous rumors about his appearance and power. Those outside the Empire knew only his name - but those that witnessed him now realized suddenly and violently why he had become the object of worship by so many. A sith that had transcended death, looked at the one eternally and inexorable cost of living - and decided he was above it.​

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Now that deity walked these streets, bringing what he denied to every person with a weapon in a steady and continuous march towards the center. Councilors were preparing their escape, but as his Legion neared the outskirts of the building, he would speak to those within through the Force - his voice grating on the inside of the skull like nails on a chalkboard.​

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Many fell to their knees in revelation, others grit their teeth and redoubled their efforts to prepare for the evacuation, but his voice came through the nonetheless;​

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“I have come to tear down your halls, and free you from the Master you’ve refused to see. I come with peace in one hand, and death in another; and only you may choose which you receive.”​

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A singular, minute pause to consider his words before he signed them off;​

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“Prepare for me - the time is nigh to decide your loyalties.”​

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And with that, the building began to shake as the Emperor approached, snapping at the foundations and tearing at the weakest portions of the structure. The outside portions, the windows, the doors, it would begin to sway and crack under his power like an earthquake tearing at the very world. As the seconds passed, it would only grow in intensity - as the Emperor approached.​

 

[Corbin Vasher]

Location: Qi-Ko, Underground at the Sealed Cavern.

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Corbin held high his lgihtsaber, the purple and black blade casting light on the massive door that led into the Sealed Cavern. He could feel their traces in the Force. They had been here, but how long ago, he was not sure. Saarai-Kar Veino Garn , Master Tiland Kortun , and Aeshi Tillian had suddenly gone missing, likely on some kind of secret mission. Exactly what, Corbin had no idea. Perhaps Master Tiland had seen some kind of vision that had to do with Qi-Ko. There had to be a clue here somewhere...

It had been quite easy for Corbin to reach the cavern, despite the planet and sector having fallen to the Sith. It was a bit odd, but he did not think too much on it. Perhaps the planet just was not of too much interest to the Sith. They likely were unable to unlock any potential secrets, or perhaps the Light Side Force Nexus was too strong for them.

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Up on the surface, Corbin's ship was receiving a message from ORION. The beacons placed to spy on the Sith Order had registered a massive movement toward the Trade League territory, specifcially heading toward Suarbi and Dagobah. Unfortunately, the ship could not relay the message down to Corbin, the signal being blocked by the strange place...

Not being able to reach Corbin, the droid brain in the Tra'tena began trying to reroute the message and help get the message to the Jensaarai Enclave on Susevfi. ORION was having trouble reaching through to the planet itself. They needed to know what was coming.

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | City streets

Tag | Jax Thio Aveline Cuiléin

A symphony of music was to be played this evening, one she just couldn't hear enough of. The bittersweet sounds of war, all the artillery shells landing... But what made her the most excited was the pure and utter devastation, the beauty of watching it all burn down. ​

It may be no Jedi temple, but alas it would seem that fate and both the emperor had tasked her with helping lead a major amount of the boots here on the ground.

The armor clad woman steps out from a building, flicking blood off her metal claws as her hunger picked up on some new smells... Was there?

"General Keres!"

One of her men had snapped the Sangnir out of it.

"Report."

He pulls up a data pad, a map of the city being laid out.

"We have managed to secure here... Here, and here! All enemy forces were destroyed, hostages were taken as ordered."

The Darth taps her claws together in a calm rhythm, her voice soft.

"And both the dead and a portion of those alive?"

"Collected... As per your order.."

"Wonderful, for now give out the order to continue following behind the undead. So far we have managed to secure holdout after holdout with only minor casualties, have reserves sweep and pillage all supplies they can find. Those will help starve the enemy and push those out of hiding, off you go."

With haste the trooper gives a salute before running off, today would be won, she had all the cards... Just a matter of time is all.

Her senses pick up sweet smells again,

savory, pure... It made Keres grit her teeth. This would need to be taken care of first and foremost.​

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[Rajan Harpal]

Rajan Harpal burst into the mediation chamber where Defender Hakilah Mirolai, acting Saarai-Kar with Saarai-Kar Veino Garn 's disappearance, sat in mediation in the middle of the room. "Master Mirolai, we just got a message that an army of Sith are on their way! They seem to be targeting Susevfi itself! Perhaps even Dagobah!"

The dark-skinned woman calmly looked up at the young man, her stoic expression never breaking. "They are already here. I can feel it. We need to mobilize our brothers and sisters on the ground. I'm sure the Ring Defenders are already engaging in orbit. Seems communications have been taken out. I'll notify what Rangers may be in Yumfla to try to evacuate and protect the citizens, but I'm afraid Sith may be too much for them." She gave a slight pause. "I suppose the time has come to make ourselves known once more, the first time in nearly a thousand years."

"Understood, Master Defender!" Rajan's Defender training engaged. His expression became as a stone. As Hakilah Mirolai summoned her armor with the Force -- a golden set of Defender armor with the theme of some sort of eagle -- Rajan summoned his own. He ran towards his own room, his armor meeting him halfway and disassembling to snap onto his body. He checked the four lightfoils around his waist and flexed the climbing claws in his gauntlets as he ran. Mirolai sounded the alarm for the Jensaarai to mobilize and protect Yumfla. This was their home, and their job was to defend it. That was why Jensaarai who had passed their trials and donned the armor were promoted from apprentice to Defender. Defending the Suarbi sector was what they had done since the Clone Wars, and it was what they would continue to do.

The Jensaarai would show up almost out of nowhere -- being adept at concealing themselves in the Force -- to the Sith, engaging them and trying to take attention away from citizens and regular soldiers. Sporting a wide variety of alchemized cortosis armor and fighting with the Rek'Dul style, the Jensaarai would prove to be much more than just a legend few people remembered.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
ALLIES: Darth Empyrean | Naedira Darcrath | Adeline Noctua | OPEN
ENEMIES: Ruus Kote

War was one of the few things in life which were inevitable. Gerwald was a man of war, he was a creature of it. His life as a child had been spent learning the art of killing, and the years he spent as an adult had seen him perfect it. Whatever he could have been had life been different, the wolf was far from it now. Even as his feet fell in step with the forces which accompanied the Emperor, Gerwald knew this was his life.

He relished in it.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins as the preamble to the battle stirred the beast beneath the skin. There would be blood spilled, and Gerwald was there to spill it. His other beast companion had been left on Jutrand this time. The Skelmorn would have not been suitable for this particular objective, and Gerwald was only interested in killing those that would attempt to keep him from doing what he was there to do.

The Council Chambers were to be captured.

The spaceport needed to be held.

It was time to lay the Rimward Trade League to rest. The worlds which they held had long stood in the way of their expansion. For Gerwald it was personal. The territory they held stood between the wolf and Stewjon. While he had told Drazen Lutris he was not interested in sending the Sith war machine toward his homeworld, Gerwald still wanted it under his control.

This was the first step toward that.

Empyrean spoke before the awesome display of his power. There would be few who Gerwald considered to be stronger than him. There was a day when the confidence he held in his own power would not have been so strong. Today he was different. He had accepted the help he needed, but Srina Talon had taught Gerwald the most important lesson he would ever learn.

He had everything he needed.

It was a byproduct of watching her when she brought Naedira back. It had been a display of strength he had never witnessed from her. It pushed Gerwald to be stronger, if for no other reason than to make himself a more suitable anchor for his beloved mate. The more powerful he was, the greater she would become.

Ger smirked as the building began to crumble. The time had come for them to do battle. Opposition forces would be upon them soon, and Gerwald stood with his lightsaber at the ready.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The drums were sounding.

A rhythmic pounding, deep from within.

The figure knelt under a ray of sparkling light, devoid of all adornment; He waited in stark nudity. His head was bowed, a thick mane of flowing black locks cascading down around His face. From the darkness came the four priestesses, their faces concealed behind veils; it was punishable by death to look upon Him openly in such a state. In their hands they carried clay pots, each inscribed with a single runic symbol representing passion, strength, power, and victory respectively. Sitting the pots at the feet of this God, the priestesses knelt and began their ministrations.

Carefully and with great deliberation they placed the lid of each pot aside and dipped rough-spun cloth inside, each one damp as they then withdrew them. They pressed the cloth against His naked flesh, consecrating Him with blessed oil in smooth, circular repetition. When every inch of His body bore the mark of the oil, they set aside their cloth and withdrew; the pots empty of oil. Only then did He raise His head, face wet and hair slick with oil. His eyes were closed, knit-tight in concentration as He focused all His will upon the Dark Side.

Another would come from the darkness, a priest in writhing black robes with an unwavering grin splitting their face. They carried in their emaciated bone-like fingers a box of extreme ornamentation, encrusted with black and red jewels that shimmered like smoke. Standing before the kneeling God, this priest of the Sepulchral opened the box, revealing a mound of bleached ash. In one quick they dumped the ash upon Him, a swirling maelstrom of soot encircling the knelt God before it quickly affixed to all His skin below the neckline.

Only then did He opened His eyes, bright orange pearls radiating incalculable malice. Each was seeped in a sea of blackness, an endless abyss from which no light could pierce. His deathly gaze fell upon the priest, awaiting the anointing words.

"By ashes of Jedi you are blessed, endowed with the Dark Side's might. Rise forth and bring forth the eclipse to all corners of creation."

Then the priest, bowing low, withdrew into the shadows.

This God, this avatar of the Dark Side, arose and stood tall. Blind artificers, who so willingly took their sight so as to serve Him, moved forward in silent waves. Piece by piece they arrayed upon Him His panoply of war. His tunic, His robes, His runic armor; all were set upon Him one at a time. They placed the Fist of Moridin upon Him, and He flexed His fingers as power radiated within His flesh. They slung about His shoulders a cloak made of hundreds of interlocking scales, each one bearing the sigil of a Mandalorian house; so many snuffed out by His hand alone.

Lastly, they brought forth the Visage of Darth Sortis; a gruesome leering battle helm that radiated pure hatred. He took it in both hands, momentarily looking into it's eyes before He slipped it over His own head; the helmet locking into place with a sharp hiss and an exhalation of air. Then the artificers departed, and He was again alone. Striding from the chamber, Darth Carnifex -- Dark Lord of the Kainate, entered the armory with a strong, purposeful stride. Ahead lay a plinth upon which two lightsabers were arrayed, each flying into His open hands as He passed. He clipped them to His waist and then continued on from the armory.

Beyond was an endless array of soldiers, all arranged in parade formations in neat rows and tight columns. They all awaited their living God, and as He strode out onto the raised platform at the assembly's head they all stood straighter, every eye fixed upon Him with unwavering fidelity. There would be no inspiring speech, no grand eloquent monologue. They all obeyed without question, gave their lives without hesitation, and would do anything He asked of them without reservation. He looked upon them, and each felt His gaze sweep over them; their hearts beating faster as they felt His presence one after the other.

He stretched out His hand, as though to grasp the very world that now appeared just beyond the yawning hangar's magnetic shielding. The entire assembly about-faced simultaneously and then began to move to their respective transports. Hundreds, no, thousands of ships sped forth through the dark void, converging upon a single world; the ire of the Dark Lord of the Kainate leveled upon this one celestial body. But, He would not join in their descent. His path would be a different one.

Turning, the Dark Lord took note of all of the Sith assembled around Him. They were all spectacular warriors, paragons of their dark faith. They were arrayed in befouled armaments, each radiating malefic power, and each voracious to be let loose. Stretching forth His hand once more, the Dark Lord channeled the power of the Dark Side through the Fist of Moridin. Space itself was ripped asunder before their very eyes, the metal of the Malsheem giving way to the fetid bog of Dagobah. Through the rift, in the near distance, could be seen the winding gnarltrees of the Jedi Temple.

Each of the Sith departed through the rift, emerging onto Dagobah ahead of the descending dropships. Darth Carnifex would follow them shortly after, the rift closing at His back.

Allyson Locke ​

 

[Thomas Barran]

1st Post

-THE TERROR COMMENCES-

THE_BLOODHOUND
GREAT KHAN OF THE SCAR HOUNDS
WARLORD OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH

Tags: Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Keilara Kala'myr Maestus
Kurineth Cull Minako Aoki-Barran Darth Carnifex

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR I: MORE FOR THE COLLECTION - PART 1

HUNTING ZONE [BASE-CAMP], GURIAD GROVES,
DRAGONSNAKE BOG, DAGOBAH (901 ABY)

Oh, my.... Of course it would be Dagobah.
The perfect place to shop for warbeasts.

Maestus, I'm loving this already!
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From the Jedi Temple, along with it's wide southern approaches to where the Sith Order's warriors were occupying treeline-concealed, overlooking hillocks at the time, and even from the ancient site of Yoda's Hut - the Horde's first act in unison would be hidden from it all.

Along with every prying eye who dared to stray from the lines.

Yet these concerns would be low and miniscule in comparison to those the Khan had previously discussed with Maestus already, though fortunately for Barran, an old contact from the Brotherhood days would prove to be her weight in credits, and then some. Highlighting the Bloodhound's need for reliable allies in the wars to come, stalwarts within his rough-and-rowdy microcosm of the Dark Empire, with whom the Khanate and it's hordes were quickly finding themselves affiliated, thus exercises of cohesive strategy would become greatly helpful with minds like that of the legendary Maestus onboard.

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'Alright, we're well-planted here with landing-zones, HESCO-blocked boundaries an' such, looks good t'me. Time to set up some outposts a mile outward on every side, observation-posts for the tranquiliser rifles.... If we're going t'get this done, we'll make sure its no skin off our noses to venture inward, as in some cases - we might not even need to.'

With his ever-dutiful Dreamer Darkhan on hand, (though this time to handle coordination and logistical matters on the Great Khan's behalf) there would be no doubts as to how quickly his orders would take complete, and in the short instant it took to reply,'I'll have them readied in a short while, Great Khan.... And you can rest-assured to know we'll be seeing targets soon enough.', Thomas Khan would find all the extra guarantee he needed to know that all the right minds were in attendance for the Bloodhound's boldest operation yet. Needing no other action than to watch over bowed heads in salute before the task, Barran held to wordlessness as the Renegade Chiss warrior set to his task once and for all, even watching the departure as the speeder-engines of his subordinates roared the scouts into motion.

The other minds would be welcome to approach the Great Khan of their own volition, though the Bloodhound would appear quite vacant in his leisurely calm - not that such behaviours ever discouraged a Mawsworn.

A perfect day for a hunt....

 

[Zeptepi Zambrano]

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Enemies: Jax Thio | Aveline Cuiléin | Jedi
Allies: Adeline Noctua | Sith

Zeptepi, first daughter of Pom Stych Tivé with Darth Carnifex , stepped out of meditation to behold her Father God in his booming glory, before turning away to leap through the vortex linking Malsheem to the moody element of Dagobah. The planet itself stirs dreariness, depression, hopelessness. What lives here, those of mental cognition to grasp self existence, their fear of the sudden arrival of the Sith cry out in unified horror, fortifying the living essence of the Darkside. Those who wield it, are made instantly aware.

Zeptepi stepped out of the ethereal rift in a controlled manner. Her footfalls landed on top of the water. Not a drop touched her. Her appearance would have her stand out among the Sith drones. Unlike her Apprentice Darth Ahriman, she hasn't a taste to don constricting armor, for she is her Mother's daughter in appearance and in manner, with likewise a mirror of her extensive magickal skills. Her Father's tutelage bred Zeptepi to possess a liking for less barbaric weaponry than those of the Nightsisters.

She took in the sight of the Sith Army descending in a horde of drop ships, and extending her senses to less desirable sensations, she sniffed out the revolting presence of nearby Jedi, while unhinging two lightsabers from her hips.

Long range blaster bolts aimed for her head were returned in the directions of their origin, as they were instinctively met with the twirl of her blades.

She picked up on a presence, one somewhat nostalgic, as if revealed to her through stories…




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[Michael Hightower]

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Location: Space in the Surabi system near the Planet Susevfi

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Tags: Open

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A pen dropped, clattering onto the floor as the sound of the impact cut through the quiet of the bridge, a red-faced ensign scurrying after it aware of the eyes that turned away from the screen and datapad to stare at him. Lips turned up in judgemental sneers and exasperated rolls of the eyes at his clumsiness. He didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare to meet the gaze of his peers as he padded back to his station at the communications desk. He could feel them judging him, knew they could see how nervous he was as if he had a neon sign above his head with the words coward flashing in bright yellow neon text.

Alexei could feel a blush covering his face, the heat travelling up from his neck to his hairline leaving him as red as the tomatoes that he hated eating.

It had been his dream to join the navy, to travel to distant worlds as an honoured member of the Sith Military, to wear that crisp uniform with pride and distinction. In his dreams, he’d been an admiral leading a fleet, lauded and feted by all for his brilliance. He’d thought that there would be a brotherhood, an instant connection with the other crew members aboard the ship, that they’d joke with him and make him feel welcome.

That he’d feel different.

Instead, he felt lost, bewildered, like he couldn’t get anything right. It was so different from the academy, from his training cruise. The academy had been safe, he’d loved it there, ordered and calm, he’d excelled in his classes, on the safety of the campus. It was everything he’d hoped for, everything he’d dreamed of, and to top it all off he graduated with the dream assignment, stationed on the flagship as part of the communications department. It was everything he’d hoped to achieve and his parents had been so proud, his friends so jealous.

But then he’d arrived on a ship in the middle of preparations for deployment to a warzone and it was....chaotic. Everything seemed to be happening all at once, he’d barely had a chance to meet the captain before he’d been hurried away by his department chief who didn’t have time to train up a newbie burdened as he was by the demands of co-ordinating the fleet according to the legate’s orders.

The Legate.

Alexei had heard of him at the academy, the trainees sharing stories and legends about the mercenary turned admiral. His daydreams had incorporated elements of the man’s life but he’d thought it was all embellishments. No one could do all of that, then he’d met the man. Well ok, seen him.

The Legate who stood at the centre of this fleet, a disparate collection of thousands of crew, of metal and ceramic and had bent it to his will. He stood at the centre of a storm of data and planning but somehow made it seem effortless, created a moment of calm around himself. Despite the intensity of the training or urgency of the planning, ships being moved around and replaced he’d never seen a moment of worry or panic on the man’s face. He’d been everywhere, traveling around the fleet, all over the ship carrying that sense of calm with him as he went. Amazingly, somehow that calm had seemed to spread through the ship, through the entire fleet. The hurried urgency of their situation was still there but it was no longer as chaotic.

It was like they’d all taken a moment to breathe and re-orient. To realize that it would be ok. As long as they had him, the man who demanded excellence from them, but would ask nothing from them that he wouldn’t of himself. Who had spent hours, and days poring over data and plans. Entire nights spent with his staff planning for every contingency, every possibility. The man who seemed to know the name of every crew member he met. Alexei remembered the first time he’d met him, carrying messages, the way the man’s gaze had met his, not judging, not dismissing him. It had been a short encounter, a brief thank you his take away but the Legate knew his name! He’d been floating for the rest of the day.

The fleet believed, believed in the man’s command, that there was only one possible outcome of this battle.

Victory.

And now, in the midst of the calm, in the presence of the Legate who stood in front of the viewport, eyes closed and arms clasped behind his back, he’d revealed himself to be a coward. Unable to show the same discipline, to show the same calm as the crew around him, who must be disgusted with him. It was all the young man could do to stay in his seat, his body shaking with fear and nervous energy. He’d never been one to pray, but he’d give anything for the floor to open up under him and swallow him whole, for anything so he didn’t have to face the rest of the crew knowing what he was.

The touch of a hand on his shoulder brought the young ensign out of the whirlpool of his thoughts as he looked up. A delicate hand gave his shoulder a soft squeeze as the Flag Captain offered him a soft smile for a moment.

“Take a moment Ensign, just breathe. We’ve all been there before, just breathe and focus on what’s right infront of you. My first deployment, the first time we went into battle I couldn’t even speak properly. I thought I’d die but I didn’t, and nor will you.”

Another squeeze before she moved on, her path taking her from station to station as she made her way towards the front of the bridge.

“She’s right you know,” the gruff voice of the senior communications rating next to him broke through Alexei’s reverie. “First time I went into battle I ended up in a mess of uniform and buttons all over the place. My senior chief, in the middle of turbolasers firing at us you mind, turned to me cool as anything and told me to turn right around and not show my face in his communications pit till I had meself on right. I swear I died then but you’ll be ok lad, just stick with me. Beside, we got them pair. The old man, he’ll get us through this and I pity the enemy fleet but the Captain, she’ll make sure we get through this.”

A solid fist buffeted Alexei’s arm playfully as he turned back to his console, more concerned about his smarting arm than his previous gaff with the pen. Cautiously the young man’s gaze drifted up, watching the front of the bridge as the Flag Captain reached the side of the Legate, both of them staring out of the viewscreen. In the quiet of the bridge he could hear them talk, that familiarity of long acquaintance.

“Legate.”

“Captain.”

A roll of jade eyes as the red-haired flag captain came to a stop next to the man, aware that this could be the last moment of calm they experienced until the battle was over.

“If you’ve had enough of your little nap, we’re about to arrive. If you’d be so kind...”

Michael’s dark eyes snapped open as the ship shuddered, the swirling lights of hyperspace replaced by the sight of Susevfi, a shining gem in the dark velvet of space. For a moment it seemed so calm before one by one the elements of his fleet flashed to life around him, the lead elements of the fleet already in the system highlighted on the screen.

“The fleet will re-orient around the flagship and proceed towards the space station. My compliments to Legate Ralnosh, congratulate him and his fleet on a job well done and thank him for softening up the defences. I’ll be assuming overall command of the theatre now.” A deep breath as he built a picture of space in his head. “The first and second destroyer divisions will take the lead, the carrier divisions will flank the Mons Mors and the cruiser divisions will flank us. The third destroyer division will bring up the rear.”

The man’s head lifted, staring at the image of the planet hanging in space as he felt the thrum of the Mons Mors coming to life through his feet, the behemoth slicing through space as the fleet started to shift around it. The die was cast now, all that remained was Victory.

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Spoiler: Fleet Composition

Fleet Composition​

Flagship (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Mons Mors

1st Battle Cruiser Division (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Nether’s Voice Monger Class Sith Star Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Archlight Monger Class Sith Star Cruiser

1st Heavy Destroyer Division (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Svalinn Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Stormbringer Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Gladiator SD-9s “Khan” Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Raider SD-9s “Khan” Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Unbroken SD-584 “Leviathan” Class Star Destroyer

2nd Heavy Destroyer Division (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Dauntless Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Gracious Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Infernal SD-9s “Khan” Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Fortune SD-9s “Khan” Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Tidebreaker SD-584 “Leviathan” Class Star Destroyer

3rd Heavy Destroyer Division (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Vigilant Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Audacious Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Tyrant SD-9s “Khan” Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Omen SD-9s “Khan” Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Thunderbolt SD-584 “Leviathan” Class Star Destroyer

1st Carrier Division (3km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Void’s Grace Us-hrok Izai (Gesture of Promise)
[ 100 | 100 ] Adder Us-hrok Izai (Gesture of Promise)

2nd Carrier Division (3km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Thunderbird Us-hrok Izai (Gesture of Promise)
[ 100 | 100 ] Pathfinder Us-hrok Izai (Gesture of Promise)

1st Heavy Cruiser Division (4170km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Saberblade SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Insurgent SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Javelin SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Triumph Drommund-Class Heavy Siege Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Aurora Drommund-Class Heavy Siege Cruiser

2nd Heavy Cruiser Division (4170km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Challenger SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Cataphract SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Harbringer SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Achilles Drommund-Class Heavy Siege Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Gauntlet Drommund-Class Heavy Siege Cruiser

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Spoiler: TLDR

Fleet Arrived
Took up formation and moved toward blockade.

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[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Fires of Susfvi
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Tags: Valery Noble / Quintessa
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The Rimward Trade League had stood as the great barrier between the Sith Order and the rest of the galaxy for quite some time now, almost since the Sith first returned to the galaxy at large. They were stalwart and ready to face the Sith on multiple fronts, even funding resistance groups that fought against the encroachment of the Sith such as the Kathol Resistance. Yet now the Trade League burned even here on their capital world. A fitting fate for those who had denied the advance of the Sith for so long.

It was just a shame that Darth Strosius couldn't bask in the full glory of the siege of Susfvi, given that he was currently having to take cover behind what had been the wing of his shuttle just a few moments ago. "They light half the city on fire but they can't take out all the fething anti-air guns?!" The masked man growled under his breath as he felt another blaster bolt impact the wing right next to where his head was. Were it not for his Troopers still picking themselves up and recovering from the shuttle's crash then he'd have thrown the wing right back at the defenders of Susfvi.

Keeping the wing held up so that they weren't peppered by blaster fire was slightly inconvenient as he had only one hand free and was unable to properly move and engage the enemy, but if it meant the survival of his soldiers then it was an inconvenience that he could bear with for a little longer. Unfortunately that moment just so happened to be when a grenade managed to make it over the makeshift wall of the wing and land right in the center of the crashed shuttle. "Oh chit."

He summoned the grenade to his free hand while the one holding up the wing pushed it outwards towards the soldiers lining the street in front of them. The Sith Lord hurled the grenade right back at the defenders of Susfvi and pulled his lightsaber from his belt to ignite it, charging forward as his foes reeled from having to avoid both a grenade and the wing that they had just been shooting at. Thankfully his Troopers had managed to pull themselves to their feet and retrieve their weaponry as well, eager to return fire at the soldiers of the League while their Lord Inquisitor tore into their ranks.

After a few moments the street that they had crashed on finally grew silent, the last RTL soldier falling to their knees and slumping over on the street as their head rolled away with not but a smoking wound where it had once sat on the neck. Darth Strosius breathed a sigh and turned to regard his Troopers with a nod. "Fan out and disable any and all defensive installations. I'll see if I can link up with our main advance and get a better assessment of the situation from there."

Apparently Empyrean himself was spearheading one of the main assaults with his own legion in tow. Perhaps he could find a weapon emplacement or vehicle turret somewhere along the way that would just so happen to be the end of the 'Sith Emperor'. To be cut down on the eve of their nearest foe's destruction would be quite fitting in his mind. He drew his sword alongside his lightsaber and set out down the street, keeping his eyes out for enemies and potential weapons alike.

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Capital City - Susevfi
Objective: I - Fires of Susevfi
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Darth Strosius Valery Noble

A violent, supersonic crack shook the air around Darth Strosius , which preceded Quintessa’s sudden, unanticipated arrival as she slid to a halt right next to the masked Sith. The tiny speedster’s alabaster features manifested an expression of surprise upon seeing the High Priest of the Wonosa Cult, her gaze shifting up and down as she took in his stature. It went without saying that she was well aware of the fact that Strosius maintained a deep-seated enmity towards Kainities like her. In fact, it was his thing at this point, to such an extent that the short-statured Asa’nyx doubted that there was even a single Sith in the entire Order who didn’t know that Strosius wanted to kill Darth Carnifex.

Perhaps then, Quintessa should have been more wary around him.

“Strosius? It looks like your landing went well.” Quintessa said, her cyan-hued gaze taking on a mischievous glint as she glanced towards the crashed shuttle and the dead pilot contained within. “Other than plotting another ill-advised assassination attempt on Empyrean and Carnifex, what are your objectives here?” The speedster continued, without missing a beat. “If we work together, just the two of us, we might be able to reach and capture the council chambers before anyone else…” The tiny Asa’yx proposed, her voice trailing off in a lilting melody as she lightly sauntered her way around the much taller form of the masked Sith.

“Or, you can go with your soldiers here and take out some AA guns. Maybe you’ll earn a medal or two!”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
    • Poison Vials
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Passion and Prejudice

 

[Nej Tane]

Equipment: Rocket Boots, Helmet, Blaster-Resistant/Impact Resistant Jacket, Two Disruptor Pistols, Morellian Enforcer Handgun, Vibroknuckles
Tags: Open

"The scum of the galaxy could tell you more about where an army is going than the best Intelligence agencies."

Which was partially true. Gambling dens with soldiers and sailors on leave, working girls, the movement of cargo, the greasing of palms. It all pointed to things such as this. Nej had been a man on his own for such a long time. For almost too long. But now, perhaps by fate, perhaps by happenstance, or just the randomness of the galaxy, he found himself trapped at the Spaceport while the Sith attacked.

Blue eyes found themselves staring down an approaching Sith Knight, flanked by terrifying troops. For a moment, he felt fear in his legs, and flight in his stomach. But then another feeling took over, from his usual tendency. He had his back turned. He could have run back to his ship. He could have fled. There were enough sensors and dampeners on his ship to fool a cruiser, a frigate, hell even a Star Destroyer.

He could've run away, flown away, and been done with it. But this was just like Commenor. He heard her voice. He remembered what it felt like to fight for something. The Sith fought for something, for all their faults. The RTL wasn't family to Nej, no. But they were good people. And good people were worth fighting for.

Nej decided to fight.​

So, Nej spun on his heels, and with the speed at only which a son of Morellia could fire it, his Enforcer pistol barking as it made contact with the Sith troopers next to the Knight in the spaceport- then meeting the Knight head-on, holding it at his hip, fanning the hammer as it made contact first with the Sith's torso, despite his best attempts to block it, then more rounds hit him. Half-dollar sized holes blew into the Sith, sending him tumbling backwards onto the floor of the Spaceport.

He held the Slugthrower high and close to his face, his helmet forming over his face. Blue eyes gave way to red. He marched towards the entrance to the spaceport. He didn't have much on him. But he did have the ability to fight. And fight like hell, he would.

It was about time, anyways.

​

 

[Veylin Torque]

Wayward Children Privateering Company
Aboard the Dream Chaser

​

"All right, Children, we're five minutes from realspace, so listen up."

Veylin always recapped the mission briefing in the final moments before a mission began. It was less to refresh everyone's memory, and more to refocus them after the long wait before action started. The longer the run up to battle, the more minds started to wander across possibilities, fears, and regrets.

All of that needed to be dispelled once the mission started, or else his crew wouldn't be at their best.

He regarded the bridge crew from his command station. He'd known most of them for years. They trusted each other with their lives.

"This is an escort mission. We get money just for showing up, with a bonus for every evacuating ship that gets away. Our goal is NOT to kill the enemy. It's to get the evacuees to safety. That's it. If we could do it without firing a shot, we would. Chances are, the starscape will be thick with enemy fighters. So we're laser-cannons only on this mission. I don't think we'll have any cause to charge up the turbolasers. Wouldn't do us much good anyhow.

The Sith probably have interdiction up. So we won't hit realspace exactly where we want to. That's fine. We've got a fast, maneuverable ship. We'll get where we're needed, and we'll get the exodus clear of the killers.

The mission ends when we get all the evacuees out, or things get too hot for us to remain. It won't do any good for us to die out here, so we're not taking any big chances.

Can't cash a paycheck if you're dead."


"High mass field directly ahead," Cheyla spoke up from the signals station, "I think it's an interdiction field, Sir."

"Brace for realspace," Veylin called out, "It's time to play."

The Dream Catcher trembled slightly as it transitioned out of hyperspace, and then the sensors lit up like a Life Day Tree.

"Damn, Sir," Cheyla remarked, "We've got... this must be the whole Sith Fleet."

"I doubt it," Veylin replied, "give me the run down."

"Ten Cruisers... Four Carriers... Eighteen ships in the Super Star Destroyer size range. And that's just what's close to us. I think there's more assembled in orbit."

Veylin wanted to be shocked, but that wouldn't be a good look for the crew to see right now.

Still, this was enough firepower to take on the GA. The RTL didn't have half this much, as far as he knew. It was going to be a massacre.

"Stay Focused. None of that is our business. I'm sure the Rimward Trade League has something out there to distract all of that. Our job is the evacuees. Hit full throttle and get us as close to orbital space as possible so we can make formation with the escaping ships."

Cheyla swiveled in her seat to look at him for a moment, as though to say, Not Our Business? But she didn't breathe a word of what was on her mind.

Yeah. Everyone was frightened enough without needing it echoed on the bridge.

Veqtor responded from the pilot's seat, "Maximum Thrust. We're closing on orbital space quickly. Let's hope there's someone left alive to escort out of here."

"If there isn't," Veylin said, "it won't make much difference to us. We earned our check the moment we dropped out of hyperspace. Everything else is a bonus."

But the Wayward Children's commander didn't feel half as confident as he was trying to sound...

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Michael Hightower
Darth Empyrean

 

[Rhiza Dural]

Location: Dagobah temple
Objective: Defend against the Sith
Tags: Astrid pentoghast Annika Starfire Pyeth Raffinki Darth Carnifex

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Personal Equipment

• White bladed dual phase light saber
• Electro-whip
• Riftblade
• Viper mk1 skinsuit
• Ashlan Rosary
• Energy Bolas
• throwing shuriken
• Sairenro Shuriken pistol
• Empyrean Gland
• Morðingja-class Personal Cloaking Device

Starships

• Oubliette class transport
• Sciss class stealth fighter
• Ballerina Interceptor mk ii

Trinket, the Twi'lek padawan of Rhiza Dural awoke to a burning sensation behind her, and a white light flickering on her comm device. "Feth! How long had been out?" she looked around, the beautician had vanished and she was alone. She picked up the tube of cream Do not leave on for more than 30 minutes. Then she picked up her comm... three hours, no wonder if felt like things were beginning to dissolve.

YOU ARE LATE

The comm from her master was short and direct... "Chit chit chit." she pulled on her robe and left in a hurry, still wondering where the beautician had gone. She hopped into her speeder and headed for the temple.

........

Rhiza Dural, Rimward jedi council member and master of the spectres, stood in the temple looking at the darkening sky as she saw Twinket's speeder approaching at high speed. Rhiza encouraged all ex-slave's to enjoy the finer things that they were denied in their previous lives, but not to the point of distracting them from their duties. Trinket was a wonderful person, but as a padawan her commitment was questionable. Footsteps approached behind her. "Is it done?" she asked, her tone annoyed. "I'm sorry master, I fell asleep and the staff did not wake me. Where is everyone?" she asked, wriggling uncomfortably, but soothing herself with the force.

"I ordered the staff at the support village to evacuate... I told them if my padawan did not consider her duties important enough to wake herself, then she could wait for the Sith where she was."

Trinket looked upset, would her master really abandon her to the onrushing hordes purely because she treated herself to the vanity that Rhiza said she deserved to enjoy?

"Of course I wouldnt. But we need to prepare... they are here."

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Dagobah //:
//: Darth Carnifex //:
//: Equipment in Signature //:

The Force blessed the Corellian on this day. She hadn't been able to locate the Sith she was hunting before He had arrived on Dagobah. It would be a lie to say that several rumors would have been put into truth. This is mainly why Carnifex, a mighty Sith Lord, had so many wives and more children than Darth Meatus, another Sith Lord.

With her time in the Sith, Allyson had learned minor points of interest for the Order. Dagobah and destroying the Temple here would be their way of showing their strength. She had no interest in checking in with the Temple; there would be Jedi to protect it. Knowing what she knew about the planet and the area around the Temple, Allyson stationed herself deep into the swamps. If the Sith were to try to surprise attack it, the swamps would be their course of action. The dark powers that lingered in the swamps would be a powerful source for the Dark Lords that sought to destroy.

Waiting, Allyson inhaled deeply - she did her best to try and feel through the Force like she had been taught before with the Silvers. Just as soon as she tapped into the Force, a burning sensation tore across the surface of her skin, an indication of the presence of the dark side. As much as the shadow thanked the ink and ruins she had placed on her back, Allyson hated it when they were activated. She moved deeper into the swamps, the burning sensation growing more intense with every step. The pain would eventually subside, as Allyson grew used to it letting her move her limbs a bit easier.

After trekking deep enough into the swamplands, the shadow stopped and climbed the nearest tree; she could feel the Sith suddenly drawing closer. As she waited, a dark rift tore open reality. Allyson raised her arm to cover her face as the energy that blew through the swamps threatened to toss her aside.

The Force protected her, drawing her within the shadows and hiding her from view. Whoever was coming through the rift couldn't sense her before she got her attack off. She waited, seeing others pouring through - it didn't take long to see Him.

Darth Carnifex stepped out of the dark tear, the planet's surface buckling under the weight of His power. Her back burned with new fury, and almost on instinct, she settled into her sniper's nest. Shadowlight drew before her, and the throat of the Sith was in her sight. An arrow, blessed with the power of the Light, nestled into the drawn string. With both her affinity for Force Light and the enhancing powers of the Solari Crystal, Allyson could feel the strength behind the soon-to-be attack. She couldn't wait too long; if the Sith had a moment to breathe, He could set his defensives. Once her small window of opportunity passed, it would be an uphill battle for her.

A breath and time suddenly slowed for her. Fingers released the light-infused nanite kyberite-laced arrow. One shot. It was all the Jedi Shadow needed. With one shot, she would complete the mission of her lifetime. Her revenge and her promise would be fulfilled with Carnifex removed from the playing field.

What would she do then?​

The question lingered as she listened to the arrow cut through the air from her hidden location. Its target drew near, and Allyson waited - holding her breath to see if, at this moment, her life changed.

Would she lose her purpose?​

​

​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Here he was again, in the thick of it. Coren was always going to keep it in mind that he was a Jedi, he was the Jedi in most respects. Always here to defend the interests of the Jedi and beings of the galaxy, especially if the Sith and their ilk were concerned and coming. With the Rimward Trade League, it gave him a hand that he needed to keep on his lightsaber. All the while he was out in the Sanctum space.

But the call had come, the Sith were on their way and that meant all hands on deck. In conjunction with a vision, he had heard from Pyeth Raffinki that the time to act was now, and he could only hope that Veino and the others were around. But it didn’t matter, the Jedi Master had made his way to Dagobah.

Sith were coming, and that meant if he was right, so was Taeli.

Good. If he was there, maybe she’d come for him.

Landing on Dagobah, the Jedi Master stepped from the shuttle, flanked by a few members of the old Sullust school of Jedi Sentinelling, and others from the Underground, reinforcements for League's own home based support.. He was going to help with the wall of light, but if he could, he planned on taking down any Sith he could.

If there was ever a time to remind the galaxy he was a Jedi, it was now.

Cambria Zadira Liorra Mia Monroe Rhiza Dural
Taeli Raaf Darth Carnifex

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

First order of business was getting people to safety. Kaia could buy the time the others needed. She had come back home to the League for refueling and to check in. Exploration was more her game, and mining, but it didn’t mean she abandoned the League when she was on trips. Her personal ship was docked back with the Dawn Chaser, one of the first ships to enter the fray. The vessel was loading Force sensitive children and prepping to jump away.

And from there? Came the Warbird Wing.

“Alright ‘Birds, we’ve got our orders. Keep the Sith off the civilians vessels until they can make the jump. Chaser is going to provide cover but they are loading up the kids and jumping.” Kaia called across the comms, as she rolled her father’s prized starfighter, a Rassilon fighter, in space, looking at targets. The fighter was one of those ‘Elite’ starfighters and was flanked by a Squadron of TIE Exalts and another of Preybird fighters.

Motley, an highly modified, but deadly.

“League vessels are coming in and I think we have some support from the old Underground.”

As if on cue, three Cipactli Cruisers entered real space, set up in assault mode, Kaia understood, as she could physically see them. Shuttles were dispatched and she could feel the presence of her brother Jared on one of them. The cruisers themselves were targeting at a long range, looking for anti-starfighter boats and declaring them priority.

Give ‘em hell she called to him in the Force.

Following the Crusiers came in a half dozen picket ships, Starchaser Enterprises Sparrows. Perfect for causing a disruption in smaller ships and breaking enemy lines.

“<<Dawn Chaser, this is Cuan Kunn of the Sullust Home Guard. We’ve got a few ships we shook the moth balls off of. Lets buy the League some time>>”

“You heard them, Birds, lets turn and burn!”

Veylin Torque Michael Hightower

 

[Django Parata]

Spoiler: Equipment

Ships:

• Scalpel
• Cadwell's Gold

Amors:

• League Defense Force Fatigues
• League Defense Force Tactical Poncho
• League Multipurpose Armored Vacsuit

Weapons:

• CV-94 "Mos Pelgo Marshal" Heavy Particle Beam Pistol
• "Mule" Heavy Blaster Pistol
• PS-118 Blaster Shotgun
• RTL BR-1

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​

Communications were either jammed or down. A Sith Order armada had arrived. There was utter pandemonium as the Dark Siders hit Yumfla hard. The Rimward Ranger Corp. stationed on Susevfi had mobilized immediately, but contact with ORION had so far been unsuccessful. And so, the Rangers did what they could, trying to get citizens away from the Sith and evacuate them off the moon. Django Parata was leading a last group of people to his ship. A modified Maka-Eekai L4000, Cadwell's Gold was able to hold a few hundred people crowded together. They were even using the cargo holds. But they had to get as many people away in one trip as they could.

"Get them to the Force-Tech Mobile Yard," Django told his pilot as he guided the people onto the ship.

"Aye, Cap'n!" Torel saluted as the door slid shut. Other Rangers would be attempting similar evacuations across the seaport. Some were flying ships to scoop up sea water to dowse fires to prevent spreading. Unfortunately, there was only so much they could do. It seemed survival was the only option; there would be no defense...

Or so Django had thought. Then suddenly, armored warriors had appeared, brandishing lightsabers and engaging the Sith. Django had heard rumors of a secret group amongst ORION that only the top brass knew about, but it had only been myth. Until, perhaps, now. The armored Force users struck quickly, taking the Sith by surprise. Perhaps there would be a defense after all.

Django began running towards the government building. If he could grab Susevfi's president and get her to the Scalpel, he could get her to the Force-Tech Mobile Yard. He had to do what he could.

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Cadwell's Gold took off from the ground, headed for the other side of the moon that was Susevfi. The Force-Tech Mobile yard was a massive 15 kilometer factory that typically remained in orbit around Suarbi 7, the same gas giant Susevfi orbited. It lacked any offensive capabilities, being only a factory and shipyard, not a war machine. It did, however, boast extremely high defenses, a must in an Outer Rim full of Dark siders and pirates and other scum and villainy.

In the space around Susevfi, Sith Order fleets were already engaging countless Force-Tech Warrior Wasp Starfighters. They would not know it, but these would be the Ring Defenders, Jensaarai who were specialized in space combat tasked with patrolling and defending the entirety of the Suarbi sector.

Recognizing the Force-Tech ships, Torel knew these were allies. He used their offensive as cover to make it to the other side of the gas giant. He docked with the Mobile Yard, and the rest of the crew lead the evacuees off. They should be safe here, and the massive factory could make an emergency jump to hyperspace if needed. For now, Torel and the rest of Django Parata's crew were ready to keep helping evacuate Yumfla. Taking off from the factory ship, rounding the gas giant and using it as a slingshot, the freighter rocketed back towards Susevfi. They made sure to fire off volleys of laser fire from the quad cannons, for extra measure. One set managed to catch a Sith ship right in the engines, fulminating the ship. The explosion didn't last long, the vacuum of space quickly snuffing out the flames, but the detritus left testament to the ship that had been there.

 

[Mig Gred]

Fleet: Aranar-class Orbital Defense Battlecruiser (Aranar), 2x Dragonsnake-class Picket Cruisers (Blixus, Loth-Wolf), 8x GF-4 Stinger Multirole Fighter squadrons, 4x Viper "Blackbird II" Special Operations Interceptor squadrons, 4x Directorate "Ghost" Viper Interceptor squadrons, 6x HA-3 Hutthound squadrons

Evac Fleet: Various freighters, heavily modified slavers ships, and transports

Mig held tight as as the Aranar barreled through hyperspace, a pair of Dragonsnake picket cruisers hollowing in her wake with a rushed collection of ships that had been either "procured" on raids against slaver fleets, bought, salvaged, or built by the clan. One goal was on this fleet's mind as well. Help get as many people out as possible. It would be the first time the massive defense ship would see combat as well, and the crew were quickly trying to get things prepped.

"Talthix, status." Mig asked as the young AI appeared, quick to speak up.

"We'll exit hyperspace in three minutes, Alor. Are you sure we're ready for...."

"We have to be. Get ready to jump in hot and fast."

"The Aranar? Fast? Do I have to remind you this thing wasn't built to be on the offensive?"

"And the old fleet wasn't meant to travel the stars for years. We'll figure it out. We couldn't get what I would've preferred here in time anyway." With that, it was only moments before the rushed fleet appeared over Susefvi, and Mig nodded to the ships captain as the ships guns began to turn and position, while the fighters began to launch and form around the ships and freighters there.

"Look at the size of that thing.... Last time I saw a ship that big was over the capital of Taanab."

"Don't worry, Gred. We can get through this." The captain said before quickly getting comms to a friendly frequency. "This is the Gred Fleet vessel Aranar! We'll keep the escorts free and clear as we can. All Gred vessels, we keep them off them off the line! Oya." The captain of Aranar may not've been Mandalorian himself, but he'd picked up a word or two, though his more somber tone at least suggested a more literal meaning. "Let's hunt."

Michael Hightower Veylin Torque Kaia Starchaser Django Parata