Eclipse of Nibelungen (The Ancient Eye) PM to join us

[Nomkneer]

Objective: Invade and exterminate
Location: inside the capitol
Post: 3


After dealing with the first wave of anubian guards and jedi, the skilled warriors were left to guard the senators. Nomkneer kept pushing forward having the droids lead the march shooting everything on site. Making his way through the main hall, droid parts fell left and right and a strong force energy was sensed before him. Two jedi appeared before his troop as they cut them down making their way to the kaleesh.

"You managed to eliminate my droids with too much ease. you must be masters, so they decided to bring big fish instead of the youngsters i sent to the force.

The two jedi masters were fond of their disciples and came rushing in after the force signals disappeared. Both jedi mixed feelings and sure enough with the right words emotions were involved. Nomkneer pointed behind him and focused his energy to pull to his hands the ripped face. He showed the ripped face to the masters laughing maniacally as his eyes went black from the darkness in his head as his insanity took over and blinded his conscious.

"Who can recognize this young face!? Whos disciple was this!? I will make sure you two join them in the afterlife."

Nomkneers goal was to agitate them and bring out their emotions. One of the jedi masters started shedding tears as he let his anger get the best of him. In a rage the jedi rushed in and the kaleesh took out his t'sabers and blocked his attack while smiling in his face as one t'saber was used for blocking, the other pierced through his stomach and cut him upwards slicing from the waist up in half. Glaring at the other jedi he was more composed but slightly frightened at the horror demonstrated by Nomkneer. One rushing move led to a flurry of attacks by the jedi as the kaleesh used both lightsabers to parry them off. more guards came rushing in with blasters and all sorts of weapons ignorant to the fact that there were droids not only in the hallway but on every room that had a window or balcony in the capitol. The droids were making their way down from the second floor and shot at them from all directions. Nomkneer materialized the darkness and while parrying, he used it to wrap around his neck and started to strangle him lifting him three feet in the air.

"Do you have access to the hidden chambers?..."

The jedi was near death did not say a word as he kept glaring at the kaleesh.

"very well then, i will take something before i go"

Snickering, he pulled out the jedis eye and placed it in his pouch while waiting for his last breath. Throwing his corpse to the side, he lent a hand to his droid forces eliminating the rest of the guards with ease. Calling more droids in from the Heavy star cruiser, he made a formation from the remaining ones and kept on the march through the capitol making their way to the back.

"Forth now we are almost to the gate of the chamber. Nothing will stop the wrath of the sith!"

[member="Mythos"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Neb-ka of Myth "] [member="The Matador"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Riamah]

The Heart and the Feather

The space fleet was taken care of for her role there, so Ra'a'mah Numare climbed onto her shuttle to go to the planet's surface below her. Through the ongoing battle, she deftly piloted her shuttle. While it was never meant to be something fast or able to turn on a dime, Ra got it to the surface unharmed and in one piece. Like a goddess she descended and brought the wrath of judgement with her.

Her hair unbound for once, trailed behind her as she moved through the streets. Not bothering to hide her alignment this time, if people could sense it, they would know who's side she was on. However, contrary to coming in and dominating or killing, instead she reached out to do good deeds. Endearing the populace, in her wrath she struck down those that were taking advantage of the chaos caused by this invasion.

She was like the Apophis snake and while she didn't eat those she killed, she stole their lives and souls. They joined the Netherworld and the hell or delights that awaited them there. Her eyes gleamed and glowed in the darkness that surrounded her. A smoldering anger that she held in check within her was left to run loose. However, Ra maintained full control of herself and her fury was carefully directed and aimed. At no point did the sith harm a child or any other civilian that was doing nothing wrong, in her opinion.

Hearing the screams coming from an ally in front of her and to the right, Ra went to face down the villain and save whoever was screaming. This scene was not unfamiliar with her and she took advantage of the situation. It wasn't a surprise to her at all. The family faced a group of thugs and a little boy was being held as captive while the parents were there to hand over their credits or watch the child get harmed.

With her anger employed, she came out of the shadows to take out one of the thugs from behind. Not the one holding the child. She would save him for last and take him with her after the others had been taken care of. They put up a bit of resistance to her since she was a lone female, they thought they could kill her. Even with her yellow and glowing eyes, they didn't have a clue what had fallen on them. The only wound she took was a cut to one of her legs from the knife of the leader who had dropped the child when she attacked his men.

Shoving him with the Force away from her, hard enough into a wall to knock him out, she turned with her eyes narrowed at the other two. One of them attempted to flee, but Ra stopped him literally dead in his steps and his body crumpled to the ground. The latent sounds of his bones crunching reached their ears and the last thug still standing wanted to surrender, but it was too late for him.

Walking over to him to look up at him, Ra raised her hand and gave him a sharp backhanded slap to his face. As his body naturally rotated and pulled away from her, she brought her saber up and cut his head off. The now headless corpse fell at her feet, less than a heartbeat later, his head followed. The family had already ran and didn't see the blood she had shed. The additional trauma would have been bad and she now turned her attention to this small group's leader.

Hoisting him up, she made sure he woke up. Making him walk with her, she kept inflicting little nudges through the Force in very personal areas on his body. By the time they reached where she felt drawn to, he was very pale, in pain and looked like he wanted to vomit. With a simple glance though, she rendered him unconscious again and now waited for Mythos.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

[-SOUNDTRACK-]​

Attn: [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Mythos"]​

• The Dark Star
  Valiant-class Star Destroyer, in orbit of Nibelungen

Nibelungen. A far-flung world, removed from the events taking place in the larger galaxy, that had finally been dragged out of its self-imposed ignorance by the events which had already began to unfold. Events which would reshape the galaxy.

It had been some time since Ra'a'mah had approached the Lord of Shrouds with the offer to ally with an emergent faction, one ruled by a man known as Mythos. After careful analysis and consideration, it had been concluded that the interests of this new faction and those of the Shrouded Republic, aligned. Now all that remained was for the Shrouded Republic to put itself in a position of power and to demonstrate its strength. That demonstration was now spilling out of hyperspace in perfect formation and joining up with the ships already in orbit.

Several light cruisers of the Shrouded Republic's own design and manufacture formed the backbone of this fleet. Chiselhead corvettes formed up on them in a protective screen as the cruisers spat out TIE/Reaper starfighters. A large number of transports and dropships were also present, which would deploy the Shrouded military to the ground, but something else was at the heart of the fleet, something which drew attention.

Leading the already impressive fleet, was a thousand meters-long Valiant-class Star Destroyer, the Dark Star, the flagship of the Lord of Shrouds and a ship which he personally designed. Although the ship was undergoing upgrades which were not currently online, the massive capital ship's existing armament was more than sufficient for the task at hand. It was an impressive fleet, although not as large as the one already gathered by this Mythos, it was heavily armed and displayed a near perfect discipline, perhaps reminiscent of the Empire of old. The presence of another Star Destroyer was, by itself, a demonstration, a statement by the Lord of Shrouds that he was almost Mythos' equal in power. Almost. The Shrouded Republic had agreed to become a vassal, but this would not be a humble, cowering subject.

On the bridge of the Shrouded flagship, the nation's leader ordered a comm channel to be opened. He wasn't a very tall man, at 1.84 meters being of average height, but the warlord carried himself with an air of authority, aided by the military uniform he wore and the medieval-style fur trimmed leather cloak that he wore on his shoulders.

"Lord Mythos, this is the Lord of Shrouds. Our fleet has arrived and is ready to engage the enemy. Provide deployment instructions," was Kainan Wolfe's message. Short and to the point, the warlord's voice was calm, cold and professional, reflecting the discipline that his fleet displayed.

 

[Mythos]

The First Assault

Flames engulfed the front lines of the battlefield and the anti air batteries in the capital world were still fully operational and delaying any reinforcements to Mythos' forces. It was however only a matter of time before Mythos himself lead the assault that would take the missile silos and the defenses. His mission was not to destroy the base but even he found it hard to control the bloodthirsty might that followed him into battle. He moved like a force f nature, destroying everything in his way with a wave of plasma in his hands that moved so fast and precise that he seemed unbeatable.

His mastery over Juyo was on display as he cleared trench after trench like a typhoon of carnage. Behind him the personalized strike forces picking off targets at a distance while Mythos kept their path clear of obstacles like machine blaster trenches and armor. The flanks were covered by his mobile infantry, the greatest and fastest soldiers in Nubia commanded well build and high tech military vehicles called Hell Hounds. Not too far from him two Tuk'atas laid waste to the enemy forces who at this time bounded back for further cover in teams. To his right Groom, a Tuk'ata he raised from birth weighing in at about four hundred pounds and to his left Typhojem, a Sithspawn Tuk'ata with three heads and a mastery of Pyrokinesis who towered over Mythos three times over. "Sixteen Enemies, Three hundred meters, Twelve O' Clock! Handle it Thyrin" Mythos said over comms. A mile away a three man team of sniper specialists began taking aim at an entrenched force claiming lives one after the other.

Over the span of thirty seconds there were seventeen shots, sixteen kills. The extra one was to make sure the gunner was dead. Once that nest was taken out the field was clear, Mythos had now fire superiority and the momentum too make his push. Pulling out his lightsaber from the chest his enemy he looked over the trenches and stone to view the enemy fighting position, take not of where they were retreating from and to and make his final assessment. "Alpha Company flank right side, Jericho team move to cover and lay down mortar fire! Jar'Kai Battalion!" His words were cut off when he saw [member="Seras Rose"] execute a perfect decapitation with the form that was unique to the Jov'shin swordsmen of Atrisia... he smiled at that. She was the one. "Pick up assault through! With Me!"

Using the power of the darkside of the force Mythos lead the assault by picking up a battered tank, flaming and broken in half by Typhojem and using it as a shield to break way to the next trench about one hundred meters away. The enemy fire landed all around him and into the reinforced durasteel of the massive tank, slowly chipping away at what was left of it. The force, split, engaged in their duties and Jericho team did not take long to set up their mortar fire before the assault of Mythos got to half way through to which then they halted their assault.

Alpha company began their flank and aided by jetpacks and off road vehicles quickly made their way around the enemy force to set up right behind them and begin to engage high value targets with precision weapons. Mythos however... had one goal in mind. Crush and demoralize the entire main force of the planet in a single brutal assault. With an incredible display of power he sent the tank flying onto the enemy and launched himself, lightsaber ignited right into the enemy. He unleashed his fury, using force rage, taught to him through the holocron of kezeroth the beholder. The enhanced power of his movements allowed him to tank blaster fire with his body knowing that he would heal. A score of soldiers fell to his blade and the lightning fast movements he displayed. Behind him not to far came his two beasts.

They broke the enemy before his force arrived in full. They sounded a full retreat. It gave them the moment they needed to set up position and begin slaughtering them as they retreated. "Do not relent! Chase! Assault through to the base!" Mythos ordered. The military base that held the entirety of the defenses of the capital of the world was in front of them, they needed to storm the base. They needed to move fast. "Infantry! Follow me!" He screamed while he unleashed a force jump one hundred meters off and to the back of his Tuk'ata Groom. Across an open field Mythos lead the mobile infantry and light infantry into a charge for the base while it was being hammered by mortar fire and sniper fire. The way was clear...

The gates were no match for the rockets of the mortar teams and Mythos entered the base and began to engage the last remnants of the military defenses. What followed was nothing less than brutal extermination. The forces of the Nubian strike team accompanied with Atrisian veterans surgically eliminated the defenses building by building while Mythos and the light infantry laid waste to the open fields inside the base. It was a few minutes of work but at the end the base was clear and the air defenses had been captured but before Mythos could relay any order for reinforcements a word from [member="Kainan Wolfe"] rang inn his ear. He narrowed his eyes, lord of the shrouds...? Reinforcements? No sooner had the thought popped in his head than his own Anubian fleet began reporting of a Valiant-Class star destroyer entering the orbit and flagged as friendly. He smiled... His crusade already flocked those with power into his ranks.

"Very Well... I'm beaming you our coordinates. Welcome to the war effort. Try not to die on my watch"

Mythos had thought the campaign to take the capital world would last several days if not weeks... but a Valiant Class star destroyer and a score more of reinforcements could very well make this battle a victory before nightfall. "Send word to [member="The Matador"]. Tell him we take Ondonra today." Mythos said to his officers, The victory only temporary...

The Final Push to the capital had begun.
@Ra'a'mah @Lord Furiel [member="Neb-ka of Myth "]@Skrovek​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Attn: [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="The Matador"]​

• Landing Site Lambda
  Nibelungen, Conquered Territory

Like a dark cloud, or a murder of crows, Wolfe's army descended upon the city, at the coordinates provided to them by Mythos. Other elements of the Shrouded military were engaged at other locations and Wolfe had dispatched [member="Kyle Raymus"] with a sizable contingent to capture one of the planet's moons, but the warlord had brought with him a considerable force consisting of several thousand troops for the assault on the planetary capital.

With scores of TIE/Reapers screeching overhead, providing air cover and forming up for the inevitable airstrikes that would precede the ground assault, the first ships to touch down were four massive transports, each carrying a towering behemoth that was a symbol of terror from ages past. Four AT-AT walkers would spearhead Wolfe's assault, assisted by a full battalion of hovertanks and over five thousand heavily-armed infantry.

The discipline that this army displayed, was impressive. Everything moved in unison, well-coordinated and ordered, like a well-oiled machine. Two columns of hovertanks and infantry units arrayed in squares, took up positions to the left and right, forming a kind of avenue that led to the military base which Mythos had so skillfully captured. They stood motionless, facing the center of the avenue, forming an impressive honor guard for the passengers within the silvery Lambda-class shuttle that descended towards the opposite end of this impromptu avenue, flanked by two pairs of TIE/Reapers.

The unit which exited the shuttle, made even this army's impressive discipline, pale in comparison. First to exit, were twenty Wolfguards, elite soldiers who's wolfcloaks and the jagged angles of their armor gave them a feral and frightening appearance, which contrasted heavily with the silent, perfect discipline that they displayed as they moved, creating an eerie and sinister impression. These were more than mere soldiers. Fanatically loyal, even unto the point of death, they were the hunters of men. Their overlord followed them, causing the men to bang their fists against their chestplates in a salute, the only sound that this silent, deadly army made aside from the hum and whirring of the machinery, a loud clap that resounded across the battlefield.

The leader of this army was a man of unassumingly average height, but one who commanded attention through his mere presence. He walked with a casual authority, as if he owned the very ground he stepped on. His eyes were the steely-sharp blue of ice.

Cloak billowing in the wind and flanked by his Wolfguards, the warlord walked to the base to meet with the leader of this Ancient Eye, while his army stood at attention outside. A heavily armored bodyguard stood at his side, a rodian with a cruel look in his eyes, who wore a spiky armor of some dark material. Those who were familiar with his reputation, would shiver at the very mention of his name. That is because Tsesh Ovrak, the warlord's bodyguard, was a sadistic serial killer who tortured, mutilated and killed people for entertainment. Kainan Wolfe seemed to have some quality which earned him the loyalty of dangerous killers.

Upon meeting with the god-king of the Ancient Eye, the warlord greeted him with a nod. The kind of respectful nod one gave to a respected superior, but not a bow. The warlord was Kainan Wolfe, the Scourge of Lorrde, a ruler in his own right and the Lord of Shrouds. He did not bow, to anyone.

"Greetings, your highness. Our mutual acquaintance, Ra'a'mah, has extended to me the invitation to join you in this crusade," spoke the man, his voice clear and unwavering. "I have deemed mutually beneficial to both our peoples to agree."

Waving towards the gates of the base, he described to Mythos the forces which he had assembled there. Not that the god-king wouldn't know, his troops would have given him an exact report the instant Wolfe's troops began to land. But appearances were important and Wolfe had, very early in his life, learned to always negotiate from as strong a position as possible. "Behind me, stands an army five thousand strong, supported by a battalion of tanks and four AT-AT heavy walkers, while four squadrons of TIE/Reapers stand by to provide air support. As you can see, the Shrouded Republic delivers on the promises it makes."

"Between your troops and mine, our victory here today, is inevitable. But my forces will need to be integrated into the battle plans that you have drawn up to take the capital, so I would like to know what these plans are," Wolfe asked, in the professional, businesslike manner of a man who has the experience of commanding troops throughout numerous battles.

 

[Amaunet Asira]

Hours Before - On the Envoy of the End

Ancient may be the Envoy of the End, but it had tall enough places for Anubian's to easily traverse the corridors and rest comfortably in quarters. And for their purpose of transport to the planet and moons they were conquering on [member="Mythos"]'s orders, it suited well enough. As others of her species, she also found space to be a cold place. Even the higher core temperature of the star ship could not combat her feeling of frigid ice surrounding her. The walls were made of cold and sleek metals and manufactured warmth would do nothing to alleviate her discomfort entirely. Upon being given space to call her own for the duration of the trips to and from the planet, Amaunet's slaves had come aboard and redecorated the place entirely. Every wall was draped over by warm colored cloth. The ceiling was also covered, but with a more sheer material so that the light could shine through dimly. If anything in the room could be padded or covered, it was. Anything that could not be was replaced. In this space, she found as much comfort as could be afforded. Here she began her meditation.

Amaunet, High Priestess of the Eye, was no fighter. She knew how to hold and use a sword or blaster, but she chose not to pursue beyond the basics of self defense. She would rather depend on her gift from the Gods than use a cold tool like those humans often used. She trusted in her God-King to get them to the planet's surface without much trouble. He was a mighty fighter; ruthless, cunning and enthusiastic. After they landed however, what use could Amaunet be to the God-King? She had a plan. Until such time as they landed, Amaunet spent her considerable concentration on gathering the Force to her. In the quiet meditation she maintained for hours, it built under her studious control. Soon, she would unleash it on the unsuspecting.


... Hours later - Planetside

Chanting underneath her jackal mask and armored with her ceremonial battle armor, Amaunet was brought onto a small transport ship. While attention was on the much larger craft and forces, she was flown to the Temple of the Capital city with a contingent of around 50 Anubian force using soldiers. They were not of the level of [member="Neb-ka of Myth "]'s Zealots, but they were some of the best the Anubian Army had to offer for the protection of their High Priestess. She was confident in each of them being of stout faith and hard core belief.

With power nearly overflowing within her, she smiled a grim smile of the one who is about to bring death to many an enemy. As the ship landed in front of the Jedi Temple, a group of five wrapped themselves around her for her protection and the other 40 remained at a distance. The five were chosen for their abilities with Force Shields and their soul purpose was to protect her as she made her way inside the main doors. The other five were aggressors, to attack any that came too close. As a target of great significance, the Temple's children had been evacuated but here sat many a Jedi waiting to be deployed and most important, the Grand Council and Grand Master developing strategy in the upper chamber.

There was some resistance at the doors but before reinforcements could arrive, Amaunet and her 10 had pushed their way into the building. She never stopped chanting. There was no protecting themselves now that they let the wolf in the chicken coop. Laughing maniacally at last, she let loose the massive energy she had been holding in and meditating on for hours. The spell, Powerful Uncertainty**, was cast over any and all within the building and only the most stout of the Jedi would be able to withstand the might of its weaving. Even her 10 knew they were sacrificing their minds temporarily to the power. The screams of all those around her only fueled her the more and alerted the awaiting 40 that they could safely strike.





**Powerful Uncertainty: opponent feels completely unequal to any task. This manifests by the opponent falling into a depression and continuous circle of self doubt. They are unable to continue in whatever they are doing. Takes between 5 and 10 minutes to shake off the affects but cannot be shaken completely for more than an hour to five hours. Until then, the opponent may have klutzy moments or moments of self doubt. The more powerful the mind, the less time it takes to recover.

Kyle Raymushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15938-kyle-raymus/ | Kisohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15907-kiso/ | Ra'a'mahhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/14450-raamah/ | Formortahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15464-formorta/ | Mythoshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8869-mythos/ | Seras Rose | The Matador

 

[Seras Rose]

Seras felt as though timed slowed to a halt as the commanders head flew, her body which had been in motion seeming to freeze as she took in the entire situation. Where was it she should go next? Behind her, Mythos was beginning a assault on this flank in full. It would fall, its commander had just fallen on the front lines and she could practically feel Mythos coming in to assault the area in person. Seras was not needed here. She had to go further, deeper into the enemy lines. Her job here had been done, but there was more work past this. So instead of ducking into the trench, Seras jumped over it, allowing her momentum to carry her right into the midst of the scattered and shaken enemy.

She drove herself forward as allies came up from behind her, Mythos using rage to devastating effect and before long he was joined by his beasts of war that devastated their will to fight. At the same time Seras was in the back line attacking any troops near her. Upon landing her blade flicked down a troopers right armor joint, disabling the arm. Grabbing his left arm Seras used him as cover against a enemy blaster shot, throwing him over her front into a rushing enemy right after. In the next instant her blaster was in her off hand returning fire at the trooper who had just shot, the man falling dead as she slid into a trench to get away from a barrage of suppressive fire from enemy troops further back. Inside the trench, she was greeted by three soldiers who rushed her with vibro-blades. The first she greeted with a blaster shot to the gut while the other two successfully closed the distance. From a crouching position she leapt up and caught the first one's wrists with her blades hilt, staggering his stance. The second diverted his blade for fear of hitting his ally. Using that Seras slipped past the first, catching the second trooper with a sharp kick to his outside knee. It did not damage his armored leg but it threw him off his balance, giving Seras time to disengage her blade. Using her right leg she brought her heel directly into the back of the troopers knee, knocking him onto his back. Her vibroblade plunged into his neck with a sharp thrust while her blaster shot the second twice in the gut.

With that this area of the trench was almost clear, Seras quickly dispatching the gunner on a heavy blaster cannon who was too focused on the battle in front of him. It was then that Mythos's brutal assault and use of force rage made the enemy sound a full retreat. They were returning back to their fortress to defend from there, but they could not allow them to regroup. Seras knew that much at least. After catching her breath she leapt out of the trench and hounded the enemy troops, firing shots into those who exposed themselves for to long and moving from cover to cover. But the closer she got to that Base, the more a feeling of disquiet grew. Something was not quite right, so Seras remained on her guard. They successfully stormed the base, it was a quick, efficient and brutal assault. In what seemed like no time at all, they had fallen to mortar fire and the fury of the assault. Seras had focused on the walls herself rather then the inside of the base itself, picking off any defenders who were trying to give their forces a hard time from a advantageous location. But while she was on those walls, she saw something.

A group of vehicles leaving the base's back area, packed to the brim with civilians and a handful of soldiers defending it. But that was not what caught her eye the most. It was the transports that were headed in their direction. Leading them were two robed Jedi on speeders. One clearly young, perhaps even younger then Seras herself while the other had an aged, weathered look to him. "More enemies coming, counter attack. Lead by two Jedi, Master and Padawan." Seras spoke into her communicator before jumping off the five foot or so high wall. "The Padawan is mine." She added as her feet carried her forward to the approaching reinforcements. The two Jedi appeared to plan on being a vanguard, breaking into Mythos's troops just before the rest of their force would arrive. A simple but potentially dangerous idea that if allowed to happen could destroy their momentum, or so Seras thought. It was not something that could be allowed to take place.

Still walking forward, Seras wiped the blood off her blade before sheathing it as the enemy approached at a rapid pace. They were seconds away, so she had to act fast. Concentrating her mind, she watched as the Jedi started to approach her from either side, with the transports lagging behind. She could not do anything to effect the Master, he was sure to be far more skilled and capable of handling any tricks Seras might throw at him in order to stop him. So she would not try to stop him directly. Her blaster started to aim at the master's speeder, but she changed her point of aim with a quick movement to the Padawan's, firing off a shot at him. But he was a capable pilot and though the shot came close, he managed to evade. So too did he dodge the second shot that made him evade a second time, But hitting was not Seras's aim. As he swerved to the side of the second shot, her open right hand reached out and closed into a fist. Grabbing the break for the single person speeder, she surprised the Padawan who was unable to correct from the sudden extreme shift in momentum and while it did not make him crash, he was just about ready to get flung off. In that instant while he was regaining control, her third shot fired off, hitting the speeders thrusters and knocking out a good deal of it's thrust. That hit made the unsteady vehicle plow into the ground, throwing it's rider off and into the grass.

Seizing the moment, Seras had started to run forward but she stopped as she heard the second speeder redirect and head straight for her. It seemed the Master had no plans to leave his apprentice to the wolves. As Seras whirled around she found a telekinetic blast stagger her like a heavy blow, her heavy blaster blown out of her grasp as the Jedi Master drove straight for her. The Jedi did not stay on his mount how ever, taking a flying leap out of it to attack Seras with a blue lightsaber. Seras knew she could not win such a fight, but that did not matter. If she was to hold them here, defense was not an option. Only attack. Planting her left hand's palm on the pommel of her blade after quickly drawing it, she made a thrust at the descending Jedi Master's chest. It was a senseless move, there was only death to be found for someone of her ability level to engage a master in direct and open combat without any tricks of pre-planning up their sleeve. The move surprised even the Master who batted away the thrust as he descended, the pair of them colliding hard and Seras ending out the one who was worse for wear as her back slammed into the ground.

Lucky for her, the Master overshot her and did not land directly on her, giving Seras the vital moment she needed to regain her footing to face her opponent who was preparing to bear down on her once again. The first Djem-So attack was met by Seras's Makashi footwork, attempting to redirect the Master's blade to create an opening. A valiant effort, but she would not fool him a second time. He allowed a 'opening' to be seen, Seras attempting to take it and land a cut on his exposed arm but the attempt was chastised by a strong parry and a harsher Djem-So counter that destroyed what remained of Seras's footwork. Back to the wall, most would prepare to run and flee. But Seras's single eye remain fixed on her opponents with a gaze of gray steel. Desperation was not found in that gaze, only resolve. Though if that resolve would see her death here, or lead to salvation was something neither Seras, nor her opponent knew.

@Mythos

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

EDEMAR - Home of Jedi Autocracy | Destruction of the Jedi

​Caleden felt his legs ache, reaching the top of the staircase. His eyes shifted around the scene another Jedi fell, his expression overcome with grief. This crimson beast had arrived alone, and in his heart he felt he would leave alone. His chest burned, his eyelids gaunt and twitching as he was overcome with grief. His expression softened as he grasped onto the door frame, steadying himself as the Matadors hands locked onto the throat of the last remaining Master, as others retreated deeper into the temple.

​No.

​Caleden shook his head, his chin tightening as he felt the force howling in his spirit. A great tidal wave of impulsive energy crashing against a mentality of defeatism. No, it was not the Jedi way. Caleden felt the force surging through him as he unleashed a kinetic blast in the Matador's direction, hitting him directly in his chest as he dropped the limp figure of a fallen Jedi. The blast cut through the wooden floor, sending massive chunks of wood into the air as the Matador's form was propelled through the wall opposite them, however unlike his own attack, the kinetic force continued to carry him through two other walls.

​All is, as the force wills it.

​Caleden knew that the will of the force above all controlled the destiny of the Galaxy, every conflict was part of its design. He trusted in that, the Matador believed he could inspire fear, doubt by the destruction of his Home. He was wrong. The Grandmaster leapt through the air, gliding elegantly through the three breaches the Matador's massive form had created. His crimson foe lay almost limp as he pushed himself upward, his form spread across the gently curved roof, it's many wooden tiles scattered about where his intrusive form had crashed.

​His advantage, his strength. Mine, duty.

​Oribuir lay absent within the confines of a Jedi's torso still, away from his opponents reach. This allowed Caleden a greater reach, and versatility in the combat at play, as he landed just beyond the Matador, his body surging with energy as the Matador rose to his feet, turning to strike. Caleden raised his saber, spinning both blades above his head to grant him greater momentum to strike, his body imbued with speed that turned his form into a blur as he strike forward.

​Use his momentum against him, use my reach.

​Caleden feigned the strike, bringing the blade behind his back as the Matador attempted to parry with his gauntlet. Caleden used his channelled momentum to strike his right leg into the Matador's stomach, causing him to stagger for but a moment before a massive fist came crashing down. It would most likely shatter his entire leg.

​Not a single mistake can be made, use our reach once more. Strike again, harder and faster.

​Caleden pulled back, thrusting his left arm out as he struck with a blazing blade at the Matador's wrist. However, he did not intended for his opponent to succumb to his strike.

​Whether it is apparent or not, he is on the defensive. Re-adjust strategy, strike where unexpected.

​The Grandmaster allowed the Matador to bat away his strike, using the momentum to twist the blade; therefore striking at the Matador's palm. His likely response, the use of his other. Caleden dropped to one knee, his saber raised perfectly to slash through the Matador's knuckles, impairing his fist.

​I may now appear confident, I must re-adjust once more. Not one mistake.

​Caleden leapt through the air, gliding just above the Matador and landing behind him, expecting the Matador to throw his bodies weight forward in a instinctive response to the two strikes. However, instead he turned. Facing the Grandmaster with such speed that Caleden froze, unsure of what he'd seen as his saber was shattered and flew through the air.

​Come now, you think you're the only one who can play this game?

​The Matador's momentum had shifted, trapping Caleden's extended arm in between his forearm and upper arm. Pulling the Grandmaster into a fully committed strike with the brunt of his wrist to the side of his temple.

​Restrict arm, confuse opponent. Follow with fatal strike.

​Even as hard as the Grandmaster struggled, his bones shattered in his arm; his collarbone snapped in two and his neck jolted; twisting his head at an unnatural angle. His free arm desperately swung at the Matador, beating helplessly against his massive form as the Matador's fist rose for a moment as they shared their gazes for but a moment.

​Crush windpipe, shatter ribs and remove from equation.

​The Matador released his trapped arm, allowing his massive crimson palm to collide with the Grandmasters chest, his body crashed through the roof, reaching its edge in a bloody and mangled mess. There was a knowing look on his face, no matter how hard he might've tried to stop him. The Matador was beyond the Jedi of Edemar, beyond his comprehension of reality.

​Caledens body was failing, as was his mind. All he hand known, yet this figure of immense power defied it all. A crimson fist raised his body, dangling it above a great fall to rocks below.

​"Let's not waste anymore of each others time." ​Was the Matador's only words, his fist clamping down on Caledens throat till his silver complexion became a mangled pale purple. His fingers released him, a broken body shattering on the rocks below.

​The Matador turned on his heel, grasping one his injured hands for but a moment before re-entering the Jedi's Fortress. The head of the order was no more, and the others would soon follow.

[member="Amaunet Asira"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | @Ra'a'mah | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Seras Rose"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

She had stayed hidden all the time they traveled it was taking her time to adjust to what [member="Mythos"] had told her. Their son was dead. She knew no comfort in her grief and would not allow anyone to even attempt to get her to accept it.

But when they arrived she found a new way to work out her aching soul. Her skills were of the mind she had exited the ship unsure if anyone had seen her perhaps they believed she was still hiding away.

There were enemies everywhere she could hear the war cries as the battle began. She stood silently staring off in the distance how many were there? She stepped forward already the devotees of Mythos were engaged. Well then she thought, let's be engaged.

She walked with a slow drawn out purpose towards the battle lifting her saber to divert the incoming shots.

She felt her anguish bubble these had not killed Adas James but they would pay the price for his death. She reached out with illusion to those closest to her in their minds she toyed with their fears, building their own anguish, and need for revenge. They stopped their faces frozen in a twist of terror.

"We do not kill children" she whispered as three fell to the knees. Their hands reaching up covering their ears. "WE DO NOT KILL CHILDREN" She screamed at them as they fell over writhing on the ground their feet in motion to run. It was in futility for there they laid until Ren released them. They were not dead. They would be the first of her slaves to serve.

"You will help me convert the others." It was all she said as she kneeled down, "won't you?" her voice soft like a lover but she was not one today. No at this moment she felt more like vengeance.

 

[Skorvek]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VInr-cSNNU&list=RD5VInr-cSNNU

The sounds of war continued on across the land his legion's job was simple and pure any who resist his assertion where to be taken as prisoners of war he had a basin to create and he needed blood for such things, The battle continued to rage forth as any of the assault force that was brought down by the inhabitants was reanimated and brought back to life again and again as a unending never ceasing horde of undead to be utilized as he marched with his warriors towards the capitol he intended to make the jedi in charge bend to him or perish. He gripped his curved blade tightly as he infuses it with lightning as he darted forth and slashed down the charging jedi with quick motions, one of the jedi he clashed his blade with there own as he grabbed the jedi by the neck with quickness that even the Jedi couldn't react as he snapped his neck and threw the corpse at a group of soldiers knocking them down as the undead closed the distance and claimed there prey as he continued his rampage. He gave one order for them to follow ....To keep the children alive as they can be made for slaves or other uses. For now he unleashed his torrent of lightning upon the city to attack at any turret defenses that are in place to clear the way for his warriors to march forth.

[member="Darth Ren Malgus"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Amaunet Asira"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Mythos"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Lord Furiel"]

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij-Nekt could smell it all. He enjoyed the smell of burning, the sounds of battle. It was the only thing that kept the Anubian calm. It was a strange feeling, being calm at the height of battle, with adrenaline pumping. It was the calm before the storm inside was unleashed. Holding his long axe in hand, the clubbed end to the ground the Anubian looked over the battle. He had contacted [member="Neb-ka of Myth "]before arriving, letting him know that he would be joining the battle. It was Salij's passion. Battle was Salij's passion, seeing the fear in another's eyes. Lifting his axe, and swinging it about. Using his bladed club on the other end to bring the lives of his enemies to a quick end.

The Anubian followed behind the main force, lurking in the aftermath. Searching for any survivors along the way. So far, it had found none. They had done well. That was until it found one of the enemy soldiers, cowering in hiding. Salij's red eyes locked on, sensing the fear. With a harrowing expression he stalked over, and before the soldier could make notice, Salij was already lifting his axe and swinging it down. So far, it had only been one missed. Salij looked forward to finding others along the way.

He continued on his way after cleaning his axe, spotting [member="Kainan Wolfe"]'s shuttle touching down. Salij headed in that direction, not wanting to miss anymore of the fight. It would be a pity if he did.

[member="Darth Ren Malgus"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Amaunet Asira"] [member="Mythos"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Lord Furiel"] [member="Skorvek"]

 

[Salij-Nekt]

(double posted)

 

[Roella Arwyn]

This was a bother. Roella of the House Arwyn, heir to the throne of the Talravani Queendom, did not like bothers.

As she sat in the cell that had become her home, she set her head on her hand, blowing a lock of red hair out of her eye. The trip had been simple enough. Come to this world, see what it had to offer for her. So far, very little. She gave a glance to her two personal guards, in the cell with her: Katja and Gabriella, of the House Bluejaye. The two women sat, just as bored as her. Personally, she did not think what they had done was worthy of her imprisonment, but she supposed it didn't really matter, now. Whatever they had done to get in this cell was unimportant. All that mattered at this point was that she did not belong there, she did not want to be there, and this entire situation was rather stupid, in every sense of the word.

They had taken her armor and her sword, as well as those of her guards. They had left them in simple garments they wore underneath, and Roella's hands itched for the feel of steel in her hand. If this had been Talravin, she would have anyone who had a hand in this incident executed painfully. Unfortunately, this was in fact not Talravin. This was a complete backwater of a planet compared to her homeworld.

Mayber her mother was right, and she shouldn't have left. She sighed as she reclined against the wall, closing her eyes briefly- only to have them shoot open from the sounds outside. Even the walls of her cell could not hold back the sounds of war.

"The planet is under attack." The Talravani informed her guards, sitting up. The feeling was back. The feeling she got sometimes, deep within herself. The feeling that everything she knew was about to change. "Keep on your guard. At the first opportunity, we must leave. Be prepared to cut your way out, if you have to. I am sick of this place."

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Neb-ka of Myth]

The view through a pair of military grade binoculars, blue eyes, distorted, magnified – searching – peered out at a metallic cityscape like few others. Not that there weren’t others. The galaxy was a very long line of stars, planets, and moons indeed, each different and yet, many so similar. Trees, grass, flowers; things that looked like fish, beasts of burden to tame and eat, predators to avoid. Coruscant was the most famous of such planet wide cities; Nar Shaddaa – the smuggler’s moon – the most despised and loved, depending on your moral persuasion and business interests.

Very few trees, flowers, or beasts of burden on Nebalugen, however. Though, the ecumenopolis had its fair share of parks. The Jedi autocrats who ruled this system made sure of that. Some vast, lush with vibrant greenery that could make Kashyyyk blush, spanning great enough distances that Kenth Tillie remembered his mother warning him frequently not to wander too deep without her by his side for fear of getting lost. At least there weren’t any predators in those parks. Just the soothing sounds of birds, the gentle caress of a breeze rustling through the leaves, and the joyful yelps of children playing.

Predators​

That’s what the brain behind those clear blue eyes cried out in recognition when the human padawan spied the small force of Zealots lead by Neb-ka marching toward his lookout, a scream deep inside the primitive chasm of the mind where fear is born.

There weren’t predators in the parks before, but there were now.​

Kenth remembered his mother’s warnings so vividly because they hadn’t been so long ago, nothing was long ago, really, when you were only fifteen. Turning away from the small peephole looking out from the hollowed tree in which he hid, the fires of the city near the Temple casting a hellish red shadow on the wall opposite the small opening, the blond-haired boy looked up to his master for guidance.

“There’s a hundred of them, I think. Who are they, Master? They don’t look anything like the pictures and videos of the Sith you’ve showed me.”

“That’s because--“ The Jedi knight paused for a moment to let a screeching TIE fighter pass overhead, “these aren’t Sith.”

Iarren Pavond brushed a curled lock of red hair from her field of vison before looking through her own set of binoculars out from her peephole feet above her padawan’s. Her right hand, not holding the binoculars, braced against the durasteel platform on which she squatted. Right now, with the sudden invasion of this mysterious force that seemed to have materialized from nowhere and the crimson flare of violent explosions ripping through the central city near the Temple, the Jedi knight needed all the stability she could find.

The padawan’s already worried expression contorted in confusion, “But, they’re dark… I can sense it. If not Sith, what else?”


Iarren just shook her head, “I don’t know, something different but just as evil, young Kenth. Just as evil.”

That wasn’t what the padawan wanted to hear. If his master didn’t know what they were up against, how could they stop them? An uneasy sinking feeling plunged his stomach into chaos and for a moment stretched into eternity, he thought he might to be sick.

He didn’t have time to dwell on the sensation, however, as the hatch in the floor flung open to reveal the head of a blue skinned Twi’lek male. Val Desyk frantically waved at the Jedi duo above him.

His head disappeared back into the opening to the underground tunnel network that spanned much of the park in which they hid, connecting the sentry blinds with the secret underground Jedi archive.

The soldier’s voice could still be heard as he called out from the tunnel, already on the move again, “C’mon Jedi, Grand Maester is recalling all the sentry's back below ground. We’re barricading ourselves in the main archives. She thinks they’re coming for the library.”

Knight and apprentice gave each other the same troubled look, their eyes twins synchronized to a question.

How could they possibly know where the Archive is? ​

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| [member="Roella Arwyn"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Darth Ren Malgus"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Amaunet Asira"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Mythos"] | @Ra'a'mah | [member="Lord Furiel"] |​

 

[Kyle Raymus]

-"All ships, prepare to enter atmosphere"
-"Activating repulsorlifts"
-"Power to turbolasers, initiating firing sequence"
-All systems green, begin descent, the invasion is go!"

Three Ardan-class frigates entered the atmosphere of one of Nibelungen's five moons, as fighters streaked from the prototype SICC stationed in orbit, setting up an interdiction field around the area. The fighters and bombers charged down into the atmosphere, the fighters escorting the three invasion ships, while the bombers flew ahead, making an attempt to clear a landing zone as turbolaser fire from the frigates shredded enemy anti-air emplacements. 4 squadrons of RZB-12 class bombers flew in low and began carpet-bombing enemy fortifications. In a few minutes, the landing area was cleared, with minimum losses. 4 bombers, and 3 TIE/ss fighters. The ships landed and instantly, space marines began unloading from the frigates. The force was about 3000 men strong, and it quickly deployed and secured the area around. Kyle was the last to exit the warship, along with two officers. One of them was captain Bader, Kyle knew the man from his Dominion days, and now they would lead this force to capture the moon under the banner of the Shrouded Republic. The force divided into 3 battalions, each with an even amount of men.

-"Battlegroup Alpha, we shall attack the capital at the main gate. Beta and Zeta will flank the area and clear the anti-air emplacements around the fortress before attacking them from the flanks. Then we hold the area under siege, anyone who tries to escape the capital must be taken down. Each battalion will move with support from a refurbished AT-AT to help with heavy targets. The AT-ATs are descending as we speak. All groups, briefing complete. All else you shall hear form your respective commanders. Dismissed."

The plan was set, and the AT-ATs arrived just in time, dropped from the SICC in special drop pods designed to carry such bulky objects. They unfolded and began the march, each in their own direction. The invasion had begun.

-"Commander Wolfe, all is proceeding as planned, the landing area has been secured. We are beginning the invasion of the enemy capital, we shall move on to the small settlements later."- Kyle spoke over his intercom, answering to his commanding officer. He then took off with his jetpack, landing on top of his group's AT-AT. He scanned the area, seeing enemy forces in the distance, and motioned to sontinue the march.

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Mythos]

So She Learns

The soldiers began their assessments, full accountability, battle positions and the rechecks for sensitive items. They had planned on a night assault and the added padding of night vision made that assault possible. Mythos did not know if the enemy at the capital had supplied the entire defense force with night vision capabilities but he doubted that they had, if they did, it would not be superior to the high tech night vision devices he had supplied for the entirety of his forces. On the back of his Tuk'ata Mythos rode with the mobile infantry, leading them around the entire compound routing enemy forces and picking off stragglers in the distance. Several dozen already had been captured but several hundred after the fall of the base had been killed or mortally wounded. His earcom rang off again, this time with his officers in charge relaying information that the Lord of Shrouds was now on his way to his position in order to meet with him personally. "This Papaw Specter. En Route to Rendezvous. Proceed to phase six of Bravo contingency. ETA seventeen mikes. Over"

He shot out two hand signals and blasted off in direction of the landing craft now visible in the horizon. The amount of firepower the Lord of Shrouds unleashed on the battlefield was nothing less than amazing to behold. On the distance the heavy walkers could be seen, Mythos had need of such walkers but now was not the time to talk about updating the slightly outdated design. In their current form they would more than just do for this fight. Mythos arrived to the meeting on the back of Groom, his Tuk'ata and most faithful ally, behind him the special forces regiment of the NSF who rode on specialized infantry personnel carriers called the hell hounds. They formed a wedge formation around Mythos who still had his lightsaber ignited. Not one to trust a stranger and even less trust one with such an armament in such a sensitive situation.

When Mythos halted his ride the men immediately dismounted from the vehicles and held battle positions watching both the men in front of them and holding rear positions as to scout any incoming ambush. When the man before him nodded Mythos kicked the ribs of Groom causing the beast to stand on it's hind legs and roar defiantly. the show of strength and power happened all with the yellow Sith eyes of Mythos staring down at the man before slamming down the paws of his battle beast several feet in front of the man. He listened to him while on the back of his hound. He nodded several times in agreement to the man before him, it was necessary that they both shared the same battle plans. The man did not ask for anything that any commander would not ask for. So it was Ra that brought the wolf to his doorstep. Mythos would remember to reward her in kind.

Once Mythos was sure that he was finished speaking he turned around and shouted three sentences in three different languages. Ancient Sith, Anubian and Atrisian. Three soldiers ran to his position with armor that distinguished them from all the others. One Anubian Warrior, an Atrisian Sith Knight and a Nubian officer. "I am impressed with the size of your force and the discipline you display however you understand that the moment for pleasantries and cordiality is not now. These are some of my finest officers and know the orders and battleplans for the final assault on the capital. Due to the unexpected nature of your force and the added reinforcement of your armies the battle plans have just changed." He smiled then, glancing at the troops of Wofle with a greedy expression. "I will lead my special forces to the side gates of the city, you assault the main gates to divert their forces. We will each individually push into the city center from our points of entry while expanding a force to cover our deadzones."

Mythos then turned and gestured to the horizon. Just then his main force had arrived. The anti air batteries having been eliminated allowed for Mythos' main force to now start landing en-mass. They were composed of the Anubian army as well as an army of battle droids that at this time started covering the horizon in durasteel and armor. Light walkers and speeders made their way to him first but to Mythos the most important thing was the prototype Artillery batteries being brought down and employed.

"We are loosing daylight commander. I want to make it to the palace before dinner. Ride hard and may the force be with you" With those words Mythos kicked hard and blasted back in the direction of the base so fast that even the infantry vehicles were forced to put speed on the engines to keep up with him. His earcom never stopped ringing with information and chatter. He arrived in a matter of seconds and he never stopped riding, already his forces were squared up and ready to move and when he arrived they did. The force Mythos had brought was meant to be mobile and deadly, able to employ amazing brutality and firepower with incredible speed and maneuverability. Mythos rode first and as soon as the task force began to move they began to take contact from enemies near the city. It was expected, it was the reason snipers were employed.

Before Mythos could move in further the force made him unnerved... where was [member="Seras Rose"]? A tug on Groom made the beast halt but his hands gave the order to keep the movement going. He shifted his movements entirely, instead banking to the left and about half a mile out. He reached and outcropping overlooking a feild where a speeder was crashed and two lightsabers could be made out. His first instinct was to head down there and kill the jedi instantly however when he saw who they were fighting... he stopped. He observed them for a while, he observed the heir herself in battle. If the prophecy was true she would not die today... no. This was a chance to head her down the path she needed to thread in order to rule when Mythos' time was done.

He spoke to her from the back of his tuk'ata, his figure visible in the distance to both Jedi and padawan. In her mind she would hear his voice like she heard it when he returned from the dead. "You know what you must do Seras... I gave you all you needed the day you met me for the first time to defeat both master and apprentice." He smiled, easing himself back in the seat of Groom while the roar of Typhojem signaled the incineration of sldiers in the distance. He was not hurried... this was important.

"All you need to do Seras is unleash the power I showed you"

[member="Kyle Raymus"] @Neb-ka of Myth [member="Roella Arwyn"] @Salij-Nekt @Darth Ren Malgus [member="The Matador"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Lord Furiel"]​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

​

[-SOUNDTRACK-]​

Attn: [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Neb-ka of Myth"] | [member="Amaunet Asira"] | [member="Roella Arwyn"] | [member="Sena"]​

• Main Gates
  Capital City, Nibelungen

If the warlord felt any fear, or hesitation at the display of Mythos' beast, he did not show it. When the beast roared, he did not flinch. He did not even blink. In fact, he showed no emotion of any kind and one may think he was a living statue, were it not for his eyes, which burned with the grim determination of an experienced soldier about to do a soldier's work.

His liege's demeanor, however, did impress him. He liked the fact that the man did not waste time with pleasantries and pointless ceremony, when there was a war to win. "The main gates it is, then. Happy hunting, Emperor," he said, his tone as calm and composed as his posture.

He departed at the same time as Mythos, boarding one of the AT-ATs with his unit of Wolfguards, briefing his troops along the way to their destination. The assault began swiftly and silently as his army moved with the same discipline and coordination that it had displayed during the landing. TIE/Reapers buzzed overhead, strafing the defensive positions around the gate and on the walls. The massive gates looked like they would be impervious to anything the universe might throw at them, but the universe did not have four AT-AT walkers. Kainan Wolfe did.

The walkers opened fire with their powerful blasters, advancing as they pounded the gate, simply shrugging off the pitiful return fire from the enemy's infantry units and speeders. With a great metallic moan, the gate crashed inwards, torn from its mountings and partially melted through by Wolfe's behemoths.

Wolfe and his elite guards then disembarked the walker, as the warlord wanted to personally lead the assault. With the gate obliterated and the wall defenses neutralized, Wolfe's army poured into the city and began to fan out, individual units seeking out their assigned objectives. Where Mythos' army was mobile and devastatingly brutal, Wolfe's was precise and efficient. They took out enemy positions with a minimum of damage to the city and moved with the near-perfect timing and synchronization of a well-oiled killing machine.

Street by street, the army would advance inexorably forward, an unstoppable tide of durasteel and blaster fire. At the front, Wolfe and his guards led the attack, advancing along the main avenue supported by tanks and infantry, simply mowing down any opposition, until they reached an intersection and something piqued the warlord's curiosity. He ordered the forces to advance without him, as he moved to investigate.

The unassuming building was whatever passed for a police precinct on this planet, as made evident by the holograms and signs which glowed above it. The Lord of Shrouds sensed something curious inside. A force-sensitive individual. He was fairly certain it could not be a Jedi, as they would all be out defending the city, so it had to be one of the prisoners. Why would the Jedi lock up one of their own?

Spotting him, the policemen inside tried to fire at him, but Wolfe ignited his lightsaber, the black blade extending with a crackling hiss and deflected each bolt sent his way by the four officers who were trying to take cover behind the building's two street-facing windows. With a nod, the warlord gave his escorts the go-ahead to attack. Twenty Wolfguards and one frightening-looking Rodian Sith sprang into action, the soldiers lobbing grenades through the open windows and firing their slugthrowers as they went. Then, Wolfe and his party entered the building and unleashed horror upon its inhabitants.

The Wolfguards killed swiftly and silently. They fired their rifles at the policemen, their vibroswords flashing whenever one got too close. They used coordination to cover eachother as they moved, fighting with the eerie elegance of predators on the hunt. The Rodian was far less graceful. And a lot more terrifying.

He hummed a children's lullaby as he set about his grim work, lazily dancing and skipping from policeman to policeman, red lightsaber striking out like lightning. He moved back and forth between the policemen, which by now were screaming their unearthly wail as they gradually lost hands, limbs, eyes. Like a content child, the Rodian hummed, a serene expression on his face as he slowly disemboweled and cut his targets to pieces, demonstrating why he had earned the monicker of Lord of Screams. The derranged killer was clearly enjoying his work and his foes tried and failed to fight, then flee as they screamed and wailed and one by one, they died.

One of the injured policemen crawled towards the Lord of Shrouds, trying to mumble something, probably a pathetic plea for mercy. Wolfe was merciful, so he swung his lightsaber and parted the policeman's head from his body. There was no need to let the man suffer as he bled out.

His blue eyes scanned his surroundings, but there were no more opponents to be found. In fact, there were no other living people in the building, aside from his party and the occupants of the cells. Wolfe led the way, using his newly found senses to locate his quarry, peeling apart the cell door with a few swings of his black-bladed lightsaber, only to discover three women inside. "Well, well. What have we here," asked the warlord, without waiting for a reply. The trio looked capable enough and the red haired one was Force sensitive. He could use capable recruits in his army. And the red haired youth could make a sort of apprentice, one to whom he could impart his mission and beliefs, should he manage to persuade her. "I don't know why you girls are locked up, but I have an offer to make. Join me and you will have your freedom. Refuse and we will bolt the door back on. I will not make this offer again," he said, his voice authoritative, but not derrisive.

 

[Roella Arwyn]

They were inside the police station. Roella could sense it before she could hear it. It was a feeling within her, and there was no better word for it than 'sense'. The presence that was slaughtering the authorities in this place was shrouded in. . . death. And pain.

"My Lady?" Beside her, Katja set a hand on her shoulder, her face twisted in concern. Roella was snapped out of her trance, and shook her head wildly, gaining back her composure.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." But was she? This feeling inside of her, it gnawed at her, consuming her insides. It would not go away, no matter how much she willed it away. Roella of the House Arwyn did not like things she could not will away, especially when they were inside her.

She heard the sounds of war, of death. Whoever this person was, they were slaughtering everyone in the station. Was this the end? Well, she supposed there was worse ways to die. She could only hope it would be over quickly. She stood to her feet, back straight, clear blue eyes locked on the door of the cell. She would not face death laying down.

The pure black blade ripped apart the door of the cell, and Roella and her guards did not flinch. Not even as they stared down the man holding the black lightsaber. They were of the royal line of Talravin. And Talravani do not flinch from their fate.

Roella stepped forward, her guards behind her.
"I am Roella of the House Arwyn, heir to the throne of the Talravani Queendom. Help me get my arms and armor from where these cowards have hid them, and I shall join you, if I may know your name as well, my lord."

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Seras Rose]

The third attack that might have dealt a lethal blow to Seras to her surprise did not come. The Jedi Master stopped, taking a step back as he met her unwavering gaze. His eyes narrowed, looking closely at her like one would look upon a dangerous wild animal. He could feel no extremes of the darkside from her, no exceptional rage, hate or anger. It was simply not there yet here this young woman was at the head of a group filled with Sith Lords and practitioners of the hated darkside, standing before him unwavering and fearless. 'Perhaps this one could be turned', he seemed to think for a moment as his Padawan got up and finally ran over to join the fray. Remembering how the young woman had stopped them both by attacking his Padawan, the Master mentally shook his head. No, not this one. She had purposefully attempted to disrupt his focus by attacking his own Padawan. Not only that, he had heard reports from the field of battle. Of how she had run across the fields and taken the head of a commander without mercy. This was a threat that had to be ended before it could begin.

"Padawan... Do not let your guard down around this one, or any like her. If you do, it will be the last time you do." The Jedi Master warned, his Padawan nodding as he held his green lightsaber up in a basic Shii-Cho position. From here on they both would take her as a team, Seras could tell. She had been a Jedi once before after all, she could tell when a Padawan and Master were in sync. Her stance set in the ground, she prepared to take them both on. The Padawan would attack first, supporting the Master after that and attempting to disrupt the enemy while the Master did the brunt of the work. It was exactly as she thought, the Padawan attempting to engage her with a attack that she avoided but it was followed right up by a swift blow from the master. Makashi was fundamentally focused on dueling single opponents, not multiple. While the style and it's attacks would not help, the footwork of it would. As the Padawan followed up with a side attack, Seras deftly shuffled to the side, using the Master's body as a shield. The Padawan missed and the Master attacked once again. It was not a series of harsh blows like before, but repeated, fast strikes meant to keep her busy with him while his Padawan flanked her. It was lucky for Seras he was flaking her right side, given her left eye was no longer there.

Meeting a quick blow with a powerful parry to throw off the master's timing, her left hand pulled the scabbard of her blade out from her belt. Quickly rolling back and narrowly dodging the Padawan's first blow, she rested with her left knee on the ground and her right foot still on the ground as he closed in. Walking forward she struck out with the sheath with a heavy blow, the dursasteel getting cut by the Padawan's lightsaber. The Padawan had not expected such a move, the heavy sheath smacking his ear hard from the force of her blow, staggering him. While he was still staggered and before his Master could get a attack in edge wise she deftly slashed at the Padawan's leg, cutting into his right leg with the vibroblade, opening a deep gash. It was no mortal would and not a nasty bleeder, but the pain disrupted his focus and the damage to the leg would slow his attacks down. His master would not take this laying down how ever.

With a shout of his Padawan's name, the Master gathered his will for a force push. Seras barely managed to put up a light barrier to absorb some of the telekinetic force, crossing her arms to try and physically 'block' the blow as well. She succeeded in absorbing some of the force from the blow as power to herself, but that did not stop it's power. She was sent rolling hard across the ground, her blade knocked from her grasp as she tried to find her balance. After several painful hits against the ground, her left hand planted into the ground with extreme force, ceasing her rolling movement as her feet forced themselves under her. Her breathing was hard and wild, face twisted in pain. First her blaster, now her blade. Gritting her teeth, she looked up and saw someone she had not expected. Mythos, standing atop the hill and watching her battle. The Jedi Master sensed him as well, giving his Padawan a sharp look. "Be prepared to flee after this young one." He said quietly, resolving his stance. But they did not hear what Seras heard. What Seras remembered, not just with her mind but with her body. That day. She had rejected that knowledge before. She would have done so again, but this time.. It was different. It was not being offered up to her on a silver platter. She was not surrounded by the Darkside that would make it oh so easy to channel the power. No, this time all she could rely on to use this was herself and her own determination. Her own passion's, power and desire for victory. She would make this her own, or die trying.

Seras raised her left hand off from the ground, forcing her breathing down into a calm tune. But though her body may have shown calm resolve, in her eyes and mind burned a fire. Tempered passions was perhaps the greatest thing her first Master had taught her. To the Jedi, who had never seen or felt war on such a scale, their eyes were clouded. They did not feel her gathering of the force, because they did not see what was truly before them. Perhaps it was arrogance, or maybe ignorance. But they could not feel the danger before them. They saw a warrior, resolved to die fighting. So the Master and Padawan strode forward. Victory simply needed to be grasped. With a short war cry he charged forth, knowing nothing.

There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge.

That line of the code came to her mind, drawing a slight ironic smile from Seras's lips as the Master started to bring down his lightsaber. Pushing up with all her might, her hands were held together, both palms landing squarely on the Master's chest as his lightsaber cut into her shoulder. Fueled by pain, the Jedi Master's own force power she had absorbed and by her iron will that screamed in rage against the thought of defeat, the darkside of the force raged out from her hands in a force blast. At the range it ripped through his body from front to back, flinging his body back before his lightsaber could cut any deeper into her shoulder. He was dead before his body hit the grassy ground, his Padawan stunned at the quick death of his master. Seras's left arm was not going to be functional any time soon, pain wracked her shoulder and froze it in place. But her right still worked. Using the force she pulled the Jedi Master's green saber into her own hand, Rushing the Padawan who screamed in rage. He had lost any semblance of skill he had, feeling the pain of his master's death weighing upon him, blinding and enraging him.

There is no Emotion, There is Peace.

A second line came to mind as the irony hit her in full a second time. So narrow minded, unable to accept loss and defeat. Refusing it as though it never existed. His two handed heavy blows could not find their target as he understood neither himself nor his enemy. Deftly deflecting them with a single hand, she disarmed the Jedi in a single move as he tried a frantic overhead blow. His stance was unstable and it was either his feet that would give, or his grip. In the end it was his grip. In the next instant, his life was ended with a Makashi riposte, the Padawan ended by his Master's own blue blade as it sunk into his chest. He feebly tried to grasp at Seras, his eyes wide in terror as death slowly embraced him. In the next instant the Padawan had fallen to the ground, lifeless. Only Seras remained standing, body bruised, injured and exhausted, barely able to stand. She dropped the hilt, retrieving her own blade and sheath, her body wavering from pain that wracked it. Finally being forced to a knee as the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion set in full on her body. It wasn't untill she rested like this that she saw how both her hands were burned, but oddly she felt no pain. From that position, she looked up, seeing what he, what Mythos, would have to say for her victory.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

The three men started to stir slowly moving up to their knees giving a weary look to Ren as she kneeled there talking to them in low tones. She could feel that two of them had already accepted her order of help. The third though had more will, more strength, even more arrogance. Ren gave him a soft smile seeing and feeling his thoughts.

"I'll not serve on my knees to a self proclaimed conqueror." What he said made little sense to her they were a conquered people they would accept or die. They would kneel so low their noses brushed the dust from the sands.

"You will not serve" She tilted her head looking through him, "Then you will die" She shrugged her shoulders as if what she said meant nothing to her. It didn't. There were very few that she would allow to know they impacted her emotions, these minions meant nothing. It was men like this one before her that continued to fight, that had killed Adas James.

Ever in his name every action she performed were in his memory and for her vengeance.

"I can kill you with just my will." She stared hard at him the two kneeling seemed to sink lower while Ren began to take the life from the third. She toyed with the very air he breathed watching how his face turned various colors, how his eyes recognized that he was dying, she stayed where she was kneeling watching as his life slowly left his eyes. His body went limp and then nothing.

The two with her became more frightened, "Mam."

Ren looked over, "Who ordered to meet us?"

Slowly gray eyes looked up, "Commander Jasper of B Company"

She nodded, "Let us find Commander Jasper"

She got up and looked, forces were at the gates, it was only time now. "Do you have children?" She looked back at them questioning, "Yes mam." she nodded, "We don't kill children" She wouldn't. "let's go" She wanted them to lead.