Eater of Worlds | The Confederacy

[Adron Malvern]

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Hyperspace ~ Savareen Sector​

CNS Maer'Tokhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/126789-pharaoh-class-battlecarrier/​

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Fleet Marshal La'teriag Munik was an aged Besalisk. He was born and raised on Ojom and joined the Confederate Defense Force nearly thirty years ago. His skin was once a healthy shade of green and yellow, but now it had turned pale and lifeless. His arms were growing thing and his gut was growing....well it was just growing. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he could not help but grunt in self disdain. He'd pulled on his Defense Force Duty uniform and done all he can to prepare himself for the day. He was a simple man, to most who saw him. Quiet, competent, and well composed. Yet inside there was something more. A desire to be something so much larger in a galaxy that had swallowed his life whole. He was sure it was never to pass. He was never to see greatness....until.

Beep Beep Beep.

The buzz of his communicator on the nightstand caused the large alien to lean out of the refresher. There was a single white light flashing on the device. A light that caused the man's reptilian eyes to grow wide. He made a throaty grunt, that sounded like a horrid mix between a cough and a man biting into a spoonful of hot food. Quickly, he moved to the door to his quarters and checked the lock. His hand tapped against the contraption, making sure it was sound. Afterwords he scurried back towards the holodevice, swiping it from the nightstand and placing it on the bed before him. He ran a hand over his scaly scalp, as his lower arms wrapped themselves around his back. He fell to a knee, speaking clearly but in a hushed gruesome voice. "Codename: Dice." He spoke.

At that the Holodevice sent out an azure beam that seemed to scan the room of any lifeforms. Once La't was found to be the only being within, an azure form was displayed before him. He bowed his head in deference.

"La't. You have been chosen." A feminine voice called out, her form hidden by a heavy white robe with black wisps seemingly flowing over it's fabric.

"What would The Crucible ask of me, Milady?" The besalisk spoke with humility unbecoming of his species, yet still the hungering for power could be felt by the Lady of the Night. It amused her, to the point where her crimson lips curled into a serpent-like grin.

"It is time for us to strike against The Confederacy. You have been an invaluable asset in serving The Organization. The information you have provided us has sped our plans up significantly. Now...is your final test." She said, her words equal amounts of honey and venom.

Her hand raised, a small holo of a castle, draped in shadows appeared in her palm. "This is Shadow's Point. You are familiar with it, yes?" She asked him.

La't's head rose as he eyed the castle closely. "Of course, milady. It is the home of the Knight's Obsidian. Well, one of their homes. It is located in the Apatros System." He remarked.

"Very good." She purred. Her head tilting as her neck craned for a brief moment. "Lay waste to it." Her hand curled into a fist, the image disappearing as she rested the same hand on her hip. "You will take your fleet to that world and turn that outpost to dust."

La't's mind swam. He was the Commander of a Confederate fleet, how could he assail one of their worlds with their own fleet?! "Milady, I-"

"Shhh." She raised a single skinny finger to her lips in a quieting hush. "You will tell your officers you received note that a group of the Knight's Obsidian have performed treason. Your fleet was tasked by your superiors to intercept and destroy them at Shadow's Point. Once you arrive....jam all signals in and out of the sector. That will allow the charade to go on for a time. Eventually, they will figure out the truth. But by the time they have, most of their forces will have suffered a great injury."

"Once the turmoil has taken hold, contact me and I will give you your next set of instructions." She said, before her form disappeared from the holoemitter.

When the room was dark and silent once again, Le't realized he was profusely sweating. He had always known his time to be tested would come...but he never knew it would be like this. He cleared his throat, before turning to gaze at a mirror he kept in the corner of his quarters. This was his time, his time for true power. His time to mean something more in a hellish galaxy.

His hand ran over the communicator device on his wrist, calling his voice in to his deck officers. "Deck control. Order the helmsman to change our trajectory. Plot a course for Apatros, we have a new assignment."

The Crucible's will be done.

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[Adron Malvern]

A dark day comes for The Confederacy. A secret organization known as The Crucible has taken command of the 3rd Defense Fleet, a fleet designated to keep watch over the Savareen Sector. The Commander of the Fleet, Fleet Marshal La'teriag Munik, has revealed himself to be a Crucible sleeper agent. Using his command over his fleet, he has commanded his ships to make way for Apatros. What lays in waiting? The Knight's Obsidian, often known as the Guardians of the Confederacy, have a castle on that world known as Shadow's Point. For years it has served as a place for Dark Siders to convene and share their paths to power. Now it will serve as a War Zone where brother will be pitted against brother and the Knight's Obsidian will meet the full force of the Confederate Defense Force.


Objective I: Attack Shadow's Point

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High Command has issued a Priority: Alpha mission to the 3rd Fleet and anyone currently attached to them. The Knight's Obsidian at Shadow's Point have gone rogue and are threatening to destabilize the peace of the Confederacy. As the shield of the CIS it is your duty to put these dogs down and destroy their fortress. Interplanetary comms are down and the Knight's are ill-prepared. You must destroy them!


Objective II: Defend Shadow's Point

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A Confederate Defense Force fleet has suddenly dropped out of Hyperspace and is opening fire onto Shadow's Point. Although the Shields can hold out for a time they will not last forever. You must prepare to defend yourself from the onslaught of these traitors! As the sword of the CIS it is your duty to expunge treachery wherever it may lie. Your power is great and The Force is with you. You must destroy them!

Objective III: Investigate the Fleet Marshal

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The actions of the Fleet Marshal and his fleet are suspicious. Although you have no reason to doubt his command, you think it's best to see if you can be of any aid to him. More importantly, you want to know just why you are facing off against the Knight's Obsidian without proper backup. Perhaps the Marshal can answer these questions, best to ask.

 

[Haastal Haran]

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@Join/Duel!​

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Haastal had been tasked to the CDF Special Corp and it was a miserable experience. He had much more preferred working with the Black Bha'lir but once again life had shown him the short route to a large disappointment. When he had been told he was to report to the CDF, his first instinct was to completely leave The Confederacy. It wasn't like his Mandalorian ties kept him bound to this nation. Still, he had made a promised to stay beside Isley's side, and Isley stuck with The Confederacy. So for now, he would operate in the Special Corp. At least he was still allowed to wear his Beskar'gam.

The fleet had just come out of hyperspace when Haastal stepped out of his room. He had not been on one of the main escort ships, instead he'd been assigned to a troop carrier with a load of the CDF soldiers. They agitated him, running down the hall as if they were actually going to make a difference. He watched them, letting out an amused chuckle as he pulled his buy'ce over his head.

Once he made it to the main hangar, Haastal could hear the loud roars of turbolasrer fire launching out. It seemed the battle was beginning. It didn't matter to him why they were fighting their own guys. Hell, it didn't matter to him if he knew some of them. All that mattered were the credits.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

BYOO​

The Citadel​

Golbah City​

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Long nails tapped against the mahogany desk in her office, her ruby red lips curling into a wicked smile. Everything was working just as they had planned it. For a long time now, the Crucible, as well as a few shadow little hands that helped, had been moving objective, pulling strings. It had been a carefully constructed tower, and the smallest of wrong moves could have easily toppled it down. But there had been no wrong moves.

At last, after a long time of preparing and ensuring their plan would slowly unfold without as much as a hitch, they were ready. The Confederacy would be confused. They would make all the mistakes that had carefully been designed for them to make. And they would make them.

The final push had been given. Soon, reports would be flowing in. People, all of them part of the mighty Confederacy of Independent Systems, would be injured, would die. Whatever number would exist at the end of the day, Rhaina knew it would not be enough. It would never be enough.

With a fluid motion, she rose from her seat and walked to the giant window that overlooked the Royal Sector of Golbah City, a long cigarette inside the holder pressed to her lips. Geonosis, the capital of the Confederacy. It, too, would fall.

Clicking the button that would connect her to a very private network, the Minister of Secrets, Rhaina Tira, smiled once more. "Everything has been set into motion," she reported, and terminated the connection on her end.

 

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

Location: Shadow’s Point
Objective: Defend Shadow’s Point
Tags: Open for anyone to join me!

Where were you when the Sithspit hit the fan?

Hevn found himself at Shadow’s Point fulfilling his duties to the Mandragora. His expertise was artifacts, relics, objects of immense and ancient power. Objects with secrets to solve and reveal for the good of their Order. He took pleasure in this duty. It was one of the few that actually aligned with his thin beliefs. He’d been in the reliquary for hours taking stock of the items. Finally he took a break. His legs carry him up the long and winding stairs. He finds a window within one of the turrets to lazily straddle. He lights a death stick and pulls out his data pad. He takes methodical drags on his smoke as his fingers swipe and tap against the screen consuming his attention. He’d made the inventory list, and was beginning to add notes on his own observations and theories for each. Adding to what the residents here had already discovered and communicated as known.

As he exhales another plume of smoke from his mouth, a strange occurrence rips his attention from the data pad from his peripheral gaze. High above the planet a surge of ships emerge from the abyss of space. He looks down towards the dutiful guards carrying about their work. Glancing around him, there is nobody to question. Hevn jabs the data pad a few more times with his fingers. The comm opens.

::Mandragora Hevn to control::

Kkkkkkkkkkkkkrrrrrrrrrr

Static is all that answers. He flicks the butt of his smoke out of the window and swings his legs back inside. With haste his boots chatter down the stairs until he gets to ground level, and breaks into a sprint. At the first sign of life he skids to a halt. Hevn is awkwardly saluted by a confused guard. It was clear upon the man’s face he had no idea why Hevn would speak to him in the first place.

“At ease. Are you aware of our expecting company today? The Vicelord? An Exarch?” Hevn’s bewilderment spreads faster across his face the longer the confused stare remains upon him.

“No, sir. They don’t tell me-“

THUMP! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The fleet opened fire?! The shield pounds like a drum. The fire upon them was absolutely unreal. Every weapon at their disposal slamming against Shadow’s Point.

Again?! First Rugosa and now this?! Were the Warmaster’s striking again? Was it another army of golden giants descending upon them? Communications were down. Everything was jammed. He sets his data pad down.

The soldiers words were cut off for a gasp of horror. “Our....own?”

Hevn rips his Sith katana from his hip, and it wails in a ghastly shriek. “TO ARMS!” Hevn screams as loud as he can at the blade quivering with power within his hand. “WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!”

Hevn slams his blade into the stone floor at his feet. Their technology may be scrambled, but he had the power of the force. More than that. His magic! His artifacts! His most prized possession. Phantasmagoria knew what to do. It echoes his call through the force, in a wave of his mystical will. As far as it can reach. To every mind loyal to defending this castle to be sure. Perhaps further, into the Stars. There would be some he knew well enough to hear his call through the force. Others sensitive to his magical ability. More yet that felt the sheer ripple of his willpower.

<<TO ARMS! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!>>

 

[Lirka Ka]

The vessel hummed, her armor groaned. The reforged helmet began it’s start up whine, and Lirka’s vision was replaced by a familiar green HUD. Battle was coming. Sweet, delicious, violence. Finally the thumping in her skull would be satisfied.

[SIZE=11pt]The Droch pod, filled with only one warrior this time, began to unhook and it’s doors hissed shut. It had been too long, far too long. For a time there was just darkness, only the void, then there was Kamino. Damnable Kamino. They stitched her back together, ripped and tore, replaced the old flesh with the new, her very genetic structure reshaped to suit their needs.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now she would finally be fulfilling those needs. Pure, unadulterated, slaughter. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Those poor poor fools, poor poor fools.[/SIZE]

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[Madalena Antares]

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Location: Western Barricade
Wearing: Obsidian Strike Armor (color altered to deep red)
Wielding: Dyntech Power Staff | Yrkaa Sidearm | Meymad
Tags: [member="McKenna Rory"] | + Open!

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Madalena looked up to the grey skies of Apatros and said nothing. The Knights she had brought with her had landed a short while ago, and they'd wasted no time heading for the Western part of Shadow's Point, where they would be infiltrating once the shield came down. A few voices had asked to go in while they were up, but she'd stopped them, not seeing a reason to potentially lose lives over this.

Knights gone rabid. She had not thought she would see it happen so soon. Had not imagined she would not be able to speak to [member="ToKola Bakari"] about it. But he was gone, leaving her with the pain and the emptiness of having lost her other half while she was connected to him in a myriad of ways, both through the Force, as a life mate, and via the Battle Meditation that had been active and present when it happened.

She had been given time to take off and mourn. She had rejected it. Sitting alone on her ship was not the answer.

And so Lord Marshal Madalena Antares, upon hearing of what was to happen, had quickly gathered the Knights who were close enough to follow her instantly, and made way for the Cortosis-filled planet. There were enough forces, both within the KO and the CDF, that would be attacking the castle through the front gates once the shields were down.

She wanted a different approach.

"Everyone ready?" she asked, glowing green eyes scanning those who had gathered. She needed them in tip top shape. She needed herself in tip top shape. "By the Force, none of you are dying today. Any of you dies, I'm dragging your corpses back to Ryloth and letting the Mandragora bring you back to life. Whatever happens in there, whatever we find, you're coming home alive."

It was a sweet and short inspirational speech. Her voice matched the part, but her eyes... She hoped they matched a well. Motivation was what they needed.

"Any questions, Knights Obsidian?"

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna had been stationed within the 3rd fleet at the time that the announcement of treason from a rogue group of the knights obsidian was given. In her briefing she was told that she was to pilot a drop ship with a full platoon of troops as well as their commander. Though she had never met [member="Madalena Antares"], she could tell if nothing else that the woman was extremely dedicated to the Confederacy and to her troops.

As McKenna stepped inside the cockpit of the Tithon Dropship she was to pilot on this mission. She and her 4 crew members took their positions. As soon as the ship was loaded with the troops and their Gear Mckenna would lift off, this ship was clunkier than most of the others the small pilots but she had done her fair share of work in the flight simulator.

As the ship entered the atmosphere McKenna would flatten out the trajectory of the ship as they headed for the forward command base. As soon as the landing gear hit the ground she would open the landing ramp. Killing the engines she would stand up from her seat, making her way out the back she would link up with the Knight Commander and listened to the end of her speech before saying "My team and I will cover your advance from the air."

[member="Madalena Antares"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Shadow's Point, Inside
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] [member="Lirka Ka"] | + Open

Alwine had been sitting in Shadow Point's library, awaiting further orders. For weeks now she wandered the Confederate space, looking for a meaning, for anything to do. More than once had she considered stepping into the Lord Commander's office to hand in her resignation, to explain that being a Knight Obsidian was no longer what she wanted in the life and opportunity that she had been given. That she was eternally grateful, for having been given a place after her extraction from Stewjon, but now that she had seen with her own wolf eyes what the galaxy held beyond warrior and servant, becoming a warrior was no longer her life's dream.

And yet, she could not bring herself to do so. Not when she had no plans of where to go or what to do with herself should she indeed go through with it, and not while both of her brothers - [member="Gerwald Lechner"] and [member="Varick Lechner"] – were missing. The former, she knew had gone off to do something stupid. She could feel it in her bones. Not dead, no. But… But something was wrong.

And this, of course, toppled by the feeling that had been dominating all others since Taanab. The feeling that her own death lurked near.

For a reason she could not discern though, she'd known earlier, somehow, that even though she had no actual plans for the next few hours, she wished to be fully dressed in her armor, completely decked in the few weapons she had. Another one of those gut feeling. Death was near, but it would not be today. Then why, by the gods, did the Force tug at her so? She had no answers.

Seated in the library, she had permitted herself to get lost in a book. Fiction, for a change. Her mind was tired of the never-ceasing hunt for more information. All she petite blonde wanted for once, was to have a little bit of fun. The problem was, that as a Lupine, her hearing was meta-human, and she heard the booms and thumps, heard the screams, heard the warnings, before most of the others.

Exiting the library and turning a few corners, the first fellow Knight she stumbled into was one she did not know - [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"]. He was a tall man, a big man, but Alwine did not appear to be affected by this. Though she was but five feet tall, and had to stand up straight to reach the full potential of it, she had been surrounded by men bigger and taller than her by several heads most her life, to the point where mere physical side did not threaten or intimidate her.

"What do we know of this attack?" she asked, her own Knight Obsidian Sword sliding into her hand.

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Repel the Attackers​

EQUIPMENT: In Signature​

ALLIES: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"]​

ENEMIES: None yet​

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Voph enjoyed the quiet moments like this. He didn't get to spend near as much time as he would like combing the archives. Of course, it wasn't all pleasure. He had questions. Questions that needed answers. And so far they were proving rather elusive. He sighed, hand resting against the bookshelf as he thought. His thumb idly tapped the gentle wood frame as he weighed his options. Not that his time here had been a complete waste of time, but...he was rather unsatisfied with his findings. Voph sighed again, and activated his comm. "Vengeant Dawn, this is Voph. It's time to leave. Send the Shuttle down." Voph paused. No Answer. "Vengeant Dawn, do you copy?" Voph frowned as he looked at his armored wrist. Full Signal. He tried a different tactic. "Marse. This is Voph. Do you read me?"

Still no response. Voph turned, and opened his mouth to call across to the archivist on duty, but the fortress began to shake before he got the chance. "What was that? Earthquake?" Voph was already hurriedly switching his comm to combat mode. That would explain why it wasn't working. "Negative, orbital bombardment. Marse! I need a drop off. Archives!" The response was filled with static, but it was understood well enough. ETA, fifteen seconds. Voph turned and pointed at one of the junior Knights. "You. Get the juniors to the dormitories, You," He pointed to another student, "Help me." Voph looked up as the skylight above them shattered, and a capsule dropped into the small atrium. Voph began stripping his robes and armor off, reducing himself to the bodyglove he wore underneath it. "Get it open. Code 0674593." The student started keying in the numbers with a shaking hand as the fortress shook once again. Voph grumbled to himself. The shields wouldn't hold. Voph left his clothing laying scattered on the floor as he stepped over to the capsule. It opened to greet him with the sight of that all familiar skeletal grin.

Voph and the student began ripping armor pieces out, and strapping them on to Voph's body. Boots. Legs. Shoulders. Legs. Voph knelt down to allow the student access to his shoulders to place the pauldrons assembly on them. Voph stood again, pulling on his gauntlets and hitting the sides to confirm they were tight. As the skeletal mask came down over his face, Voph turned to the student. "Get to the dormitories. If we give the order, run. Do not try to fight...whoever this is. We will protect you." As the armored titan turned to move towards the main hall, his communications were already active. Not that it was necessary. Hevn was already sending the distress call via the Force. Voph activated his Buster comm, silently thanking his lucky stars that he'd thought to install one. "Vengeant Dawn, this is Voph. Hostiles have opened fire on Shadows Point." "Aye sir, Confederate fleet. Orders?"

Voph stopped as he turned a corner. Confederate fleet? That couldn't be right. "Break the blockade. Coms are down and we need reinforcements. Call the Covenant. Full Deployment." There was no response, but none was needed. Above the fortress, red plumes flared to life as the Scythe Frigate roared with all possible haste towards the upper atmosphere. Voph turned his comm buster to a new channel. "Hevn, this is Voph. Reinforcements are inbound, but I have no ETA. We need to hold the line till they arrive. Meet me in the main hall. May the Netherworld smile upon us."

 

[Lirka Ka]

[SIZE=11pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Nearing drop point, prepare for impact.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The mechanical voice of the Droch droned out, and to Lirka it was music to her ears, this time. She didn’t need any such preparations and merely clasped one massive hand onto one of the handles of her Klaive. It was time to kill.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a ear-rending crash of metal crashing into metal and the Droch boring itself into Shadow Point, shredding violently any organic material unlucky enough to be in the path of the drop zone. Finally halting with a shrill screech, the doors hissed open and hell was unleashed, the new Lirka Ka had finally been unleashed on live targets.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Landing near the library, and demolishing the hallway the Pod had finally landed in, the massive armored beast leapt from her transport. Landing with a vile crash, a blank void within the force now moved among the Cultist’s sanctuary. Igniting the Plasma of her Klaive with a roar, she began to prowl. A crashing of raw murderous prowess on the floor, one that [member="Alwine Lechner"] would’ve known well. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The cadaver was free. And she hungered for blood.[/SIZE]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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Current Location: Planet Surface.

Objective: Board the CNS Maer'Tok

Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"], Mandragora, open




The Mandragora Nightsister has been in a meeting with a reseller, purchasing rare texts for the vast library on Ryloth in exchange for stocking up their store with healing Potions. It was a small price to pay in her opinion for the texts as she certainly can use what is between their pages, her interests far different than the typical Darksider.

Her instincts peaked, whispers delivered on the winds by her unseen legion, before she heard the onslaught of artillery blasts and the ground shook beneath her feet. She reached for her commlink first and got only static.

“We’re jammed!”

The books and Potion alike were shot up before her eyes. “Sacrilege!!” she wailed while the clerk cringed. She immediately gripped hold of the young clerk and pulled her along as she Apparated into thin air, avoiding a toppling beam as the wall of the store had collapsed where they had stood.

Pom reanimated holding fast to the other woman, long enough to view the invading forces. Her eyes widened, but not with disbelief, with disdain! To this day, she never trusted the CIS for their views outside of the Mandragora, and today certainly is not going to help sway her opinion to a positive note! So far she was practically left behind on one mission after saving Alkor Centaris from possession, and then there was the inaction by most at the Catacombs! She wished she could just lead the Mandragora to secede from under the rule of the CIS and not be obligated to be party to all the foolish shenanigans it cooks up.

“I knew you people have a sore spot for darkside extremists! I knew it!” she screamed to the air before vanishing again into thin air with the shop clerk. If there is one thing the Potions Mistress hates, its to lose any measure of a long labored over case of her own superb Potions, and original journals! Somebody is going to pay!

She wanted to find who is in charge and try and find out what they know about why the city is being attacked.

Pom dropped off the civilian at a transport which was loading up with people jumping the planet. These are not military all. The civilians have not been evacuated. This should not be what the CIS is about.

She Apparated again and stopped only momentarily to slap her hand upon the shoulder of the nearest storming knight. She Apparated again and drug him along with her to a secluded area inside a crumbling building. Pom reanimated the both of them, then immediately tore off his helmet and stuffed a potion into his face. “Tell me what you know,” she growled, staring him intently in the eye while slamming a palm upon his forehead. She would walk through the last few moments before the attack, forcefully revealing his memories.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

OBJECTIVE: Bolster the Base's Defenses​

EQUIPMENT: Outfit, Amulet, Potion Belt, Scroll Case, Blaster Pistol, Rings, Dagger​

ALLIES: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]​

ENEMIES: None in Person, Those Ships'll do​

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A crack of green lightning pounded into the ground before the entrance to the Castle's main hall. The figure of a woman strode from the light as the bolt faded into the ether. Pale skin and tattoos announced her lineage long before any need open their mouth -- a Nightsister of Dathomir. One whose eyes were as the sharpest vibroblade. She had heard the call of a friend in need even from Ryloth, and it was not one to be ignored.

Had she not told Exarch Adron himself that at times the Mandragora would go to war if necessary? Protect the Confederacy as she expected them to protect in turn. Well, today it would seem some -- or perhaps all -- had turned against their scholarly kin and adopted a more vicious purge the likes of which would only incense her kind. Especially her Sister Pom, who doubted the Offworlders even before this day in their commitment. If it would come to it then Vytal Noctura would not be found standing idly by.

Her eyes turned up toward the shield overhead as it was assailed from ever higher in the sky. A scowl crossed Vytal's black lips at the sight. How dare they? To destroy this place of learning? Despite what Adron had said the Mandragora -- or the Dark Side Users of the Confederacy -- were not pawns of the military. Their places of sanctuary and learning were not military bases to be ruined and plundered. Their Sisters and Brothers no lambs for the slaughter, or tools of convenience that had out lived their usefulness. How dare they?

The long, flowing dress swept behind Vytal as she turned to face the doorway of the Main Hall. In one move the Nightsister had drawn her dagger and sliced the palm of her left hand. With both hands lifted, she began to chant and with every word a ring of sigils were written before her on the Castle walls. It would be one of many, for the shields above might not hold, but she would ensure her people would not fall so easily. If necessary she'd buy them time to form an escape from Shadow's Point. Or perhaps Vytal would tear those ships right out of the sky.

No one attacked the Mandragora. No one attacked the Knights Obsidian. Not anyone that had any desire to rise the next day.

 

[Holt]

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[member="Ciri Jade"]​

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The Shadow’s Point. The secretive fortress of the Knights Obsidian located in the Apatros system, it was not a castle built for siege. Sure, from land it could last maybe a day of invasion, but it had no fleets protecting it, no retinue of droids or soldiers, no artillery or armor. The Confederacy Defense Force, the 3rd Defense Fleet in this case, could always be counted on filling that gap; protecting the areas of the Confederacy that could not protect themselves.

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Which meant when Holt intercepted comm chatter from the Savareen Sector ordering all Defense Force ships to attack the base of the Knight’s Obsidian, Holt’s suspicion was instantly triggered. It was safe to say that everything that happened in the Confederacy and beyond went through the Rookery, and the allegations of Fleet Marshal La’teriag Munik that the Knights Obsidian had gone rogue held no truth in the part, which meant either two things; the Fleet Marshal was mistaken, or he was deliberately attacking the Knights Obsidian. It was down to Holt to figure out which was which.

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Members of the Confederacy Defense Force. By orders of Exarch Adron Malvern, you are not to heed the summons of Fleet Marshal La’teriag Munik; all hostile action towards the Knights Obsidian or the Apatros System is not condoned by the office of Vicelord. Cease and desist all hostile actions. I repeat. Cease and desist all hostile actions.

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The message was, of course, not from the Exarch or the Vicelord; Holt had used his slicing capabilities to send the message to the officers of the Bassadro, Miranda, and Chommel Sector Armadas; the distance from the Savareen Sector was enough for Holt to be somewhat assured that the relay would not fall into the wrong hands. If Holt’s suspicions were correct, then Apatros would need more defenders than an aging Rook; they would need an army, the Confederacy Defense Force, to be exact.

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Holt had ordered the Raven [member="Ciri Jade"] to accompany him on this mission; although by any other standard Raven Jade would be an excellent spy, in Holt’s eyes she was still a bright-eyed rookie. There was nothing truly like treason, sedition, and murder to jade onself. To that end, Holt and Ciri had been stationed on the Red Trumpet, a Saboath II-class assault cruiser that was flying escort to the flagship of the Fleet Marshal. The two Birds would need to tread carefully, however -- one wrong step and Holt could find himself at the wrong end of a blasterpoint. And that would not be an ideal situation outcome.

 

[Celiana]

Objective: Stop the bombardment, forcibly if need be
Equipment: In Sig and bio
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD

I'd been en-route to Apatros when I got a...shiver through The Force. Popping up in my chair I toggled power to the stealth drives and began counting down to my emergence into realspace. 3...2...1

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As I dropped back into realspace I flicked on the stealth drives... An alert chime went off on the console near me, flicking up I brought the magnified viewscreen up. It looked like....The CIS was attacking their own outpost? "What the fierfeck'la osik was going on?" Releasing several comm buoys I linked in and began hearing several people calling for aid. I wasn't a Jedi here....I was in CIS space, that being said I considered orbital bombardment a cowards tactic. Triggering the spin up cycle in my hangar bay I started prepping the new munitions I'd developed. Originally for The Silver Jedi I still hand't presented them to The Order yet. Plus it was my design... Fingers dancing across the console I ejected several containers of sand out into space.

I certainly hoped the CIS had a good reason for this osik.... Leaving the cockpit I spoke into the PA system. "Shipwide broadcast, transfer into my helmet upon EVA launch." I checked my new weapons over and made sure my sabers were clipped into place. As I reached the hangar the music started, never let it be said I didn't have style.... I saw the racks spinning up the escape pods. Heavily modified pods with an explosive solution inside. Grabbing the case of materials I locked the case against my left thigh plate and secured a thrustpack against my backplate. Sliding my helm over my head I clicked it into place and pressurized my suit. Double checking everything was sealed I triggered the clamps holding the pods free. Then, I simply Force pushed them out of the hangar. Bracing against the deck plating I shoved off into the void, music flooded my helm and I brought my focus to bear on the pods and canisters of sand I'd launched.

Oh whoever was surface bombing form those CIS ships were going to wish they'd never done so. I was an artist with the sands I'd launched and I'd paint the stars with explosions and the inside of that ship with blood when I got aboard... Ripping open one of the containers of sand I pulled it around myself in a cloak and continued moving towards the ship. Time to make myself known...

 

[Daxton Bane]

The room was bathed in a dull orange light as the Zabrak’s half naked from floated in mid air, a thin coat of sweat covered his dark red skin further highlighting the alien tribal tattoos that covered most his head and torso. Orbalisks of various sizes crawled over one another across his skin as they bathed in his Dark Side Aura, communing with their host and mind as their hungry pincers snapped in anticipation. Daxton’s eyes were closed as he meditated on the Force within his private meditation room here at Shadows Point, flashing open to reveal bright orange irises pulsing with inner fire as the fleet entered the system.

Invisible threads of Force, powerful and tactile, reached out to his surroundings and grabbed parts of his reflective armor like so many invisible hands and began to put it on, until he completed his preparation by slipping the highly polished visored helm over his head and activating the combat HUD.

Before his eyes, tactical data began appearing as his suit tapped into the network of sensors scattered within their home. As he stepped out of the room, his assassin droids Remus and Romulus, activated into alertness and began scanning for threats as he turned to a nearby Apprentice and instructed her, “I sensed a disturbance in the Force, advise the others we are about to have some unwelcome guests soon.”

Flexing the muscles at the back of his neck, Daxton prepared himself for whoever made the ill advised move to go against the Knights Obsidian on their home turf.

 

[Luna Terrik]

Objective: Hit the surface – take the castle
Equipment: Personal Dauntless Armor, SC4 Blaster, Tactical Recon Handguns, XZ-77 “Buster” Comms Device
Allies: Any Dauntless and [member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="McKenna Rory"]
Enemies: None; yet.
Post: #1

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Brother.

The word held meaning to Luna and the rest of the Dauntless legion. Perhaps to a point that many other in the confederacy wouldn’t understand. Treating each and every person beside you as your own kin, knowing that they would lay down their very lives for your own without hesitation, was a concept foreign to some. For the Dauntless, this was a concept they lived their lives by, knowing that every member of the Legion that stood next to them in battle would take a bolt if it meant completing the mission. The members of the military group weren’t meant to operation alone. The trust that was built by that concept and bond was near unbreakable.

But when a group didn’t hold that way of life dear, betraying that trust in a way that it could not be rebuilt, then it was cut off. It was much like a poisoned branch of a tree, something that must be removed before it managed to poison the entire trunk. Doing something like this might be painful at the time, but it was necessary. When someone looked at the situation that was currently unf0lding when one looked at the Confederacy in relation to the Knight’s Obsidian, it was apparent that some pruning was necessary.

As the dropship carrying two full squads of Dauntless legion soldiers passed it’s was through the atmosphere, Luna couldn’t say that she felt much apprehension at the mission they had been tasked. Push through the castle and make it to the security center and take control. If that meant killing every knight in front of them to do it, then so be it. To the general, if the traitors on the surface posed a threat to those that she had pledged herself to protect, then cutting them down would be no weight on her conscious. They had chosen their path, apparently, and as long as the intel was good, then Luna would walk away from this with a clear mind.

This inner monologue was broken by the feeling of the shuttle slowly lowering itself to the ground, with the two squads quickly pouring out of the ship once the doors slid open. They then began to secure a circular area, while some of the squad members began to unload heavier equipment off the shuttle. Luna was one of the last off the ship, boots hitting the wet ground with a soft thud. Quickly switching on her comms, she sent out a general ping to all those on the ground. “All ground assault members, this is general Terrik. I have just landed with Omega and Alpha squads. Give me an update on all your positions asap.” She would let them all speak before helping dictate their plan of attack, but for now she needed to know how everyone was doing. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, it would take more than just her two squads to take this castle, though they would fight for every inch they could gain regardless.

 

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

Objective: Defend Shadows Point
Location: Main Hall
Allies: [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Vytal Noctura"]
Enemies: [member="Lirka Ka"]

Ive still got it!

Hevn feels his summons answered from within the castle, and beyond. The first stir of activity came from the form of a small blonde woman. Stout, stern, as confident as anybody. He’d seen terror wrapped up in smaller packages before. His favorite example being Firus Tyri. A red kushiban Sith Lord who was s microscopic menace with a lightsaber. She already has a hand on her sword.

Hevn wasn’t fond of anyone approaching him in exactly that manner. His eyes narrow on her as he steadies his blade in her direction. His interrogation one savage glare from his icy eyes. “So long as that is not for me, I am prepared to conclude our assailants are not yet among us within Shadow’s Point.” Hevn returns his sword to his hip.

Studying [member="Alwine Lechner"] was interrupted by a crackle over the comms. Much to Hevn’s surprise it was the data pad that failed him coming to life and summoning them to the main hall. [member="Voph"] , one of the Confederacy’s greatest Knights and fleeters had found himself on Shadows Point for this nightmare. To some relief he’d already taken the initiative of summoning backup. Would they be saviors, or avengers this day?

Hevn grins at [member="Alwine Lechner"] , “and we might not die.” His tone is aloof. Hevn picks up the data pad and begins to walk toward the main hall. He heard the almost signature clap and sizzle of the Stormcaller’s lightning. It made his smile grow more broad. He was glad the Nightsister has come. [member="Vytal Noctura"] had joined him on the Knight’s Obsidian Master Council and he’d testify as witness to her formidable spell weaving any day. There was nothing those witches couldn’t do and it was a wonder to behold. He crosses with her in the entrance Into the main hall.

“Now it’s a party.” It was his grumble of welcome to Mistress Vytal.

His eyes search for [member="Voph"] and find him armored and ready to go. “How do you think Minos will judge us this day? Wicked, or just?”

Hevn’s laughter rolls almost carefree as the castle shakes with the impact of a drop pod. [member="Lirka Ka"] The first of many no doubt. He laughs through the shudder and quake. He silenced as the devastation does. If he was going to die today, he might as well enjoy it.

Addressing them all he opens the floor. “How do we want to do this?”

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Wearing: Jet Robes | Corellia Digital Beats (not in use/around neck)​

Wielding: Riptide | Light-Shield Bracelet | HoloBoy Advanced ​

Music Currently Blasting: Alibi [Far Out Remix]​

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The young Nautolan was inside of one of the training rooms.

In his hands was the small screen of one of the smart-comms that functioned as both a datapad and a comlink. He'd queued up another of Hilty and Bossk's street dance holovids, with the pop-and-lock duo performing on Zeltros. Head bobbing in time with the music, the child's large, abyssal eyes watched with a mixture of awe and curiosity at the movements. The rhythm and the dancing. The body in time with the music.

Tapping the reply button, the small aquatic set the HoloBoy down so that it was propped up against the mirror. This section of the training hall was lined with them, creating the illusion that the training hall was larger than it actually was. And also allowing instructors and other students to see both sides of a spar or conflict.

As the beat dropped, the Nautolan performed an electric slide to the left. Then, carefully watching his reflection, he tried to replicate the fluid motion of the pop-and-lock that the Chadra-Fan and Transdoshan dancers had done in the video that he'd watched. Then, they'd rolled their shoulders and rotated their torso around?

...no, that didn't look right.

Pausing, the green-skinned youngling crouched down over the small HoloBoy screen, as he replayed the opening part of the video again. Slide left. Get low. Roll the shoulder and then...

The large, black eyes just blinked. How was the Transdoshan moving his body like that? Straightening back upright, the boy looked as his reflection in the mirror as he tried it again. Skirting off to the left, light on his feet. Slight pivot as he flexed his knees and planed his body out. The stubby head-tails cascaded about his head as he went low, pausing to pop and lock his arms and let the energy flow.

Bring it back to the shoulders and then back upright. Electric slight right and pause. Pop and lo...

...wait, why was the beat off track?

Staggering, off step, the boy's head-tails bounced about as he turned his eyes up and realized that the sound he heard was not that of the music that played full volume from the HoloBoy. It was castle alarms.

Why were the castle alarms going off?

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[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Repel the Attackers​

EQUIPMENT: In Signature​

ALLIES: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] || [member="Zak Dymo"] || [member="Vytal Noctura"] || [member="Alwine Lechner"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Luna Terrik"] || [member="Lirka Ka"] || [member="McKenna Rory"] || [member="Madalena Antares"]​

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[Youtube]https://youtu.be/Vur0XZP1yh0[/youtube]​

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Voph strode into the main hall, not even pausing to acknowledge Hevn's inquiry. The armored colossus was already pointing and barking orders. "Shore up the main gate with whatever is at hand. Decorative or not. The longer we can hold them here, the more we can evacuate." He turned to look as [member="Vytal Noctura"] crashed into being, but continued speaking even as he offered her a nod of welcome. "Funnel the enemy through these hallways. The center of the main hall will most certainly be not only a killzone, but a blood bath. Those of you effective at range, take positions there, there, and there." Voph pointed to several balconies lining the Main Hall.

He came to a stop in front of Hevn, the twisted skeletal smile of his helmet staring at him with glowing red eyes, hidden beneath a hood as black as the rest of Voph's armor. "I care not if the Gods think my crusade just. For all the worlds of Bone and Ash, I ask the dead if judgement matters." Voph extended a clawed gauntlet to his side, fingers splayed as if preparing to catch something. A silver rod flew from his back to his hand, and his hand twisted to spin the purple blade of his lightsaber in a circle as it erupted from his hand. He could already hear the clatter of armor and the shouts of enemy soldiers bearing down on them. Lightning began coursing down Voph's blade, and arcing along his off-hand as well, the eyes of his helmet glowing more intensely.

Voph nodded once towards Hevn. "But alas, the time for speech is gone. The call of action is upon us. For death and glory. Prepare yourself, brother. It is time we returned their challenge." Voph turned towards the source of the largest disturbance. The main ground force, either preparing to breach the walls, or already within them. Voph drew a deep breath, and began to exhale, allowing the Force to carry and modulate his voice. A cry, a wail, filled with rage and regret, growing to nearly deafening levels and growing more inhuman with each passing moment, pierced his lips. It was a test. A challenge. His Resolve grew, daring the traitors to rise to his challenge. He was ready to die. Were they?