Rebellion Ekibyō no tengoku: Blackwing Virus | Rebellion of Atrisia

[Kirk Tektus]

Location: Waru Operations Base
Wearing: Officer Uniform
Tagging: John Locke
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As the orders came through and the droids landed, the citadel of Waru Tower was tranfrormed into a dedicated military base as his ship, The Gauntlet sent more droids and supplies down to the surface. Kirk found himself going to the command center more than he did his own office. As he walked throughout the base, he looked to the sky and saw numerous confederacy ships entering Atrisia's atmosphere. Minister Locke made it clear that lockdown had to be put into effect. While the Keisei didn't like a bunch of droids marching into their village, it was for their own safety.

Kirk had a few meetings with the chief of the Keisei who helped organize the quarantine and did what they could to maintain good relations. She had made her reluctancy pretty clear but she ultimately consented to whatever precautions needed to ensure the safety of the Keisei. All sentient life forms were subjected to daily checkups and curfew while droids rotated sentry cycles and patrolled Hanamachi Village and Waru Tower.

Kirk made his way back to the command center at the comms station where one of his comm droids waited for him. "Sir. We've received an uplink into the CIS Artisan Communications Network."

"Good patch us into their frequency." Kirk said as he walked to the droid to make their presence known. "This is Commander Tektus reporting from Waru Tower in the Yoshi Mountains. We've set up a forward base and quarantine center at the base of the tower and quarantined the Keisei in Hanamachi Village. So far we've seen no signs or symptoms indicating any sort of infection and we have a surplus of battle droids and supplies to be deployed wherever they're needed."

 

[The Monster]

Location: Entering orbit of the planet
Wearing: Casual clothing

Sergei relaxed in his chair at the cockpit of his newly refurbished GS-77, breathing a sigh of relief. Their droid brain that was just recently repaired and reprogrammed had shown itself well in recent actions and Sergei was more than happy see that it hadn't just jumped them into an asteroid, or a sun, or a black hole, or all these other dangerous terrifying things he'd heard spacers talk about. He shook his head to himself as the planet came into view. He needed to speak to Gianna again about his new, well "issue". He knew she'd know what to do. He stood up from the seat and began to stretch when the ship's droid brain started speaking.

"Jack, I'm reading rapid comms from Confederacy of Independent Systems warships and security forces,"

Sergei stopped cold when he heard that. Rapid meant frantic. Frantic meant the start of a panic. Son of a-

"From what I've been able to gather there's an emergency that's been declared on the surface, it mentions a quarantine,"

Sergei cursed loudly as he immediately rummaged through his pockets for his commlink. The droid brain saw this and immediately made a suggestion.

"Looking for something Jack?"

"That blasted phone or whatever they call it comms or-"

"Accessing shipboard commlink, with whom are you trying to reach?"

"Our old friend Gianna. Get her personal comms on the line. She's down there, somewhere, and I have to know she's safe,"

The ship began to send out a comms request through the net and Sergei immediately stood up and grabbed his ear piece so he could walk and talk. He walked out of the cockpit, through the little briefing room as he heard the other people he'd dragged into this little company he was starting. One man, Sullivan was standing in the corner essentially just looking at the display showing the locations of multiple ships in orbit and a few making landfall. Sergei went straight to the armory and immediately double checked his and the rest of the team's gear. The armor was almost brand new, courtesy of contract they'd secured with suppliers in the CIS. He could continuously hear the comms in his ear ringing the whole time, each second adding to his worry. He owed that lady his life.

And there were two things he never did, which was skip out on debts, or leave a friend in trouble. And he wasn't about to start that now. He slammed his fist into the bulkhead as he impatiently waited, attracting the attention of the remaining members in the ship. If it was one thing he knew it was war. He was more than ready to cut a bloody swathe through whatever stood in his way. He had to know she was safe.

It was all that mattered to him.

John Locke

 

[Cypher Rage]

Location: Waru Operations Base
Objective: Contain
Tags: John Locke , Kirk Tektus

Fleet Marshal Cypher Rage had fought the most challenging battles the Confederacy had endured. From Kuat to Tannab, he served faithfully. But, in his entire career he had never seen anything like this.

"Attention on deck!" Yelled a minor officer as he entered the primary command center of the Forward Operations Base. It amused Cypher how childish and obdient the officer today were. He highly doubted they had ever questioned the orders of thier commanding officer.

"At ease. Commander, allow me to introduce myself. I am Fleet Marshal Cypher Rage of the Confederate Open Circle Fleet and Senior Naval Officer of the Border Armada" he stated coldly.

When a few of the officers looked at him curiously, he couldn't help but shrug. For while he was fighting to save the Confederacy, they were in diapers.

 

[Kirk Tektus]

Location: Waru Operations Base
Wearing: Officer Uniform
Tagging: Cypher Rage​

Kirk immediately stood to attention once the marshal stepped in and replied with ease. "Commander Kirk Tektus of the Core Fleet sir. Base commander and technology officer. Situation is normal sir, we've finished the final preparations before you landed."

Kirk made sure that this time the base was fully disciplined compared to his time in the relief effort. The junior officers have been instilled discipline whenever someone from Navcom or the Ministry of War came down like Field Marshal Kalypso did. If anything this was one of the first formal combat assignments Kirk had in a while and was looking to make a good impression and not embarrass himself like he did before. He was too used to having autonomy in his operations and wasn't really comfortable with senior officers around despite not having any impulses to disobey. But he had a blunt idea what lied ahead and was ready to do what was needed.

"What brings you to Waru Tower Fleet Marshal?"

 

[Shamira Karuto]

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Equipment: Purple Cloak, Hood, and Boots | Saddle bag full of special berries​

Tag: | Scàth Mhaolàin | Taiia Locke | Felurian Malvern | Tireya Syvare | Aisha | Alluria Ivalice | John Locke | Vytal Noctura | Mandragora | Knights Obsidian​

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Exhaustion.​

That was the only way to explain the feeling of utter tiredness that rocked it’s way throughout Shamira’s bones. It yelled at her with every step she took, threatening to expel itself from her body in the form of flopping on the floor of the shuttle in a most undignified way and taking a nap where she fell. Her body, however, wasn’t the only part of her that screamed for sleep. Her mind, numbed by the monotonous task of making hundreds of her healing salves, as well as her very soul from conjuring fire every few seconds to seal the casings, were equally needing some rest. She certainly enjoyed, and was thankful for, the opportunity to go and help the people of Atrisia. That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be spending the next few days alone, in her room in the greenhouse, trying to snooze away any sort of tiredness from her body.​

It was this exhaustion that the young redhead witch was trying to fight off as the Nightmother recapped their time on the planet. She lazily leaned against the side of the shuttle, vividly attempting to fight to keep her eyes open. The only thoughts on her mind as she stayed silent was her soft, warm bed back on Ryloth. At least they would be there soon enough. Shamira had figured out that these starships travelled pretty fast. And that it was not a good idea to watch the outside when one went into hyperspace. It only took one time of feeling sick to ever decide to not do that again.​

The battle to not fall asleep was almost lost when, just as she had begun to lose consciousness, a nightbrother’s voice calling out the Nightmother caught her attention. Groaning lightly as she sat up, the younger witch’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side to attempt to gather a few words from the conversation that the pair were having. There was little luck with that, but the topic of conversation was revealed soon after Vytal made her way back to the end of the shuttle. It wasn’t even the Nightmother that spoke, rather the communications that began to flood into the cabin, as well as the very jarring feeling of pulling out of hyperspace, only to turn and head back to where they came.​

They were going back to Atrisia. It appeared as though her rest would have to wait for a moment longer. Sensing this would be the case, Shamira reached into her side bag, pulling out a few maroon colored berries, popping them in her mouth. A quick bite down later, and a savoring of the taste, and a jolt of energy ran through her tired body. It wouldn’t last an extreme amount of time, at least it didn’t in her testing, but it was at least enough to get her through the next few hours.​

By the time they got back to the planet Shamira was fully ready and rearing to go, having even gone as far as to re-stretch before the shuttle touched down. When it did, and the Nightmother pointed out the shimmering light in the distance, the redhead was just as confused as her younger counterpart. “No..it is good to ask questions.” She made a motion to the smaller witch before turning to Vytal. “How exactly are we supposed to..disperse this wall of light? What good does this..nexus bring us in the first place?” Perhaps now wasn’t the time for questions or a lesson in the force, but Shamira was never shy to ask and attempt to get information about what they were about to walk into.​

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[Kaden Farr]

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LOCATION: Kaden Farr's Childhood home -- OUTSKIRTS
WITH: Daisy Americus
ALLIES: John Locke | CIS
ENEMIES: N/A -- OPEN

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The day had been peaceful, even if there had been a lot of hard work. Most of Kaden's morning and afternoon had been spent rebuilding the places of his childhood home which had been decimated by recent attacks. There was nothing he could have done to prevent the devastation, a fact the Mandalorian was slowly coming to terms with over his life. He could rebuild, and there was plenty he could do once it was over. His mindset was beginning to shift from one of taking responsibility for things he could not control. Force knew he had done plenty of that in his previous life. ​

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Today had been perfect. There was no stress, and despite the emotions he had expressed to a duck, and eventually his cyare, Kaden was in a peaceful and happy place. How could he not be when the most beautiful of women, and capable of warriors, had spent the rest of their late afternoon swimming with him in a lake. Everything about the place seemed to take Kaden to a place where there were no cares in the world. His past did not haunt him, and his future looked bright, even more so because of Daisy Americus . ​

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She was his future.​

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It was no secret Kaden loved her. He had told Daisy as much every chance he could get from the moment he kissed her for the first time. His face beamed with it as they made their way out of the water and headed back to the clothes they had left behind on the shore. Kaden was not in a hurry to leave, but he was in a hurry to get Daisy away from the work for a quick bite to eat before it started up again. ​

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That was when the all comm blast came through on the CIS emergency frequency.​

“All Confederacy forces, this is Minister Locke on Atrisia issuing a priority alert. We have a situation developing on the planet, a sickness of some kind has been unleashed on the planet. At this time we have no choice but to believe that this is an attack against the planet. All Confederacy forces in the area are hereby ordered to proceed towards the planet with maximum haste, all forces on the ground please report in. Our first priority is to prevent the spread of this virus, whatever it is. At the current time, I am issuing a quarantine order. Lockdown the cities, the communities. Until we know what’s going on until we know what the situation on the planet is we can’t risk this spreading. Take maximum precautions to protect yourself.”

Kaden almost froze. Another disease. Another quarantine. His thoughts immediately went back to Thyferra and the tainted bacta which started turning people into the undead. Daisy had been infected. She had begged Kaden to shoot her right between the eyes the moment he saw her begin to turn. Kaden knew he could not live through that again. He could not hear her utter the words which she would if she became infected. While Kaden had no wish to return to the Netherworld, he would do so gladly if it meant that Daisy could live a long and happy life. It was not the Mandalorian way, but Kaden could not help but dwell on the ideal that he must keep her safe at all costs. ​

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Daisy was precious to him, the dearest person to his heart, and the only one who could slip past the beskar which surrounded it. He could not lose her. His eyes found hers and said as much. Whether she would see it or not was another matter entirely, but as they both scrambled to dress and return for their respective gear, Kaden knew what he had to do. ​

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The gunship Daisy arrived on was not far from his own. While he did not work in his armor, it had been on his ship as the Mandalorian never traveled far without it. The entire way back, Kaden urged Daisy to get on her ship and leave, but the proud warrior in her refused to listen. She was a stubborn Mandalorian when he wanted to be, but Kaden was equally as stubborn if not more. ​

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"This isn't the time to be a hero..."​

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Of course Daisy naturally had a counter to every attempt Kaden made to convince her why she needed to leave. ​

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He sighed as they reached the ramp of her ship. In his fluster and frustration, Kaden bypassed his own ship entirely. All he could think was how much Daisy meant to him, and how important her safety was. He already knew he wanted to spend his life with her, there was no one else, and as far as he was concerned there never was going to be anyone else. Her brothers hadn't even been able to scare him off. If she wasn't going to leave then Kaden was going to do what any Mandalorian in his shoes would do. ​

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Kaden took Daisy's wrist in his hand and spun her around to look at him. Every moment they had shared together had led to this. From the first day he appeared to her as a ghost and their bond formed, until now, their paths were leading to where they now stood. Hazel eyes found hers as his baritone voice began to speak their mother tongue.​

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"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.*" ​

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It was likely the last thing Daisy expected to hear come from Kaden's mouth, but he knew this was right. He had known for some time. The last time Kaden uttered those words it had been because Gray Raxis had convinced he and Yasha Cadera it was the right thing for their people. It was the way. Damn the way. Kaden had refused to ever utter those words again if it were not for love and devotion. There was no doubt in his mind that was how things were between the two of them. Kaden loved Daisy, and he was devoted to her. He did not ask her, he simply acted. ​

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Time froze for Kaden Farr. It would remain so until Daisy spoke.​

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Spoiler

*We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Flying through Xam'Chi
Allies: CIS & Friends
Tags: Darth Empyrean │ John Locke | Eira Talon
Enemies: Xenro │ Darth Immortuos │ Slaad

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From the time they had departed from Ikeda Grove to the present—It felt like a sordid blur. The young Exarch had left the Atrisian Delegation ( Junko Ike and Kurenai Yumi ) in what felt like a positive standing. There were still small details that needed to be smoothed over, but, they had thankfully come to an understanding. “Everything went as expected…”, she assured Darth Metus through her Holo-Comm. Atrisia was proud, independent, but the benefits outweighed the detriment.

In the end—The Royal Family saw the future. The past was, well, the past.

Srina also sent a missive to her youngest sister Eira Talon to let her know that she was fine to keep her course toward Atrisia if she wished. The planet was rich in culture and there was much that could be learned from its people and those that governed it. Part of the conditions that Srina had promised their parents, upon leaving Eshan, involved ensuring that Eira continued with her education.

All in all—It was just another day.

Then, suddenly, it wasn’t.

She could feel terror bubbling up from the city below like a primordial wave. It was crushing. The nascent hopelessness stole the air from her lungs. Her icy countenance washed away the humanity that lingered from the diplomatic encounter. Silver eyes closed slowly to coalesce the screams, the rolling pain, and the agony that echoed in the Force so that she might turn it into something she could use. Srina had learned to turn her own emotion into a weapon, but here, could she do the same? Dread had become her namesake. Shouldn’t she be able to control this? Become it? Every part of her wanted to end the sudden outbreak of madness. To protect her people. And they were, if nothing else, her people.

A soft sense of fury had begun to build with the notion that someone had the audacity to test the Confederacy in such a way. Something, someone, was taking her people away from her. Life slipped away, down the drain, returning to the Force in a deathly sweet exhale. Over and over. It was an atrocity.

It was a waste.

To her sister she sent a new message: Do not come to Atrisia. Do not come to Atrisia.

It was sent on a loop. Playing at intervals, over, and over. Srina needed Eira to stay far from here. She could not be here. She could not bury another sister. Could not.

The feeling of someone taking her hand drew her from a dark reverie that found her metaphysically chasing down the dying whispers and wails of the populace. A sense of warmth carried through her. It was a reminder that pulled her back to the present. He was here. She, was here. Not in the terminal chaos below. “I am…”, she trailed off softly, unable to form words, while his heartbeat reverberated against her palm. “I am here.”

Here. She could not explain, though, he would sense the conflicting sentiments that burned in her core. Mercurial eyes were deadened while they slid over his features. The sharpness of his jaw caught her eyes and she spent a few selfish moments to memorize his face. “Thank you, Maliphant.”

He was trying. For her. She could see it in everything he did, every time he followed her, fought for her. She could see it in the way he held her hand. Feel it.

“I wish I held your optimism.”, she trailed off softly, taking a step closer, so that the others on the ship would not overhear. They were important to Atrisia, but, their lives weighed no more or less to Exarch than the people below. She detested the fact that politics required that they meet safe haven first. Her fingers moved slowly, tightening, in the fabric of his clothing. “I have seen this before.”

“On Melida-Daan. I have seen the dead rise, walk, and consume. We had no choice…We destroyed it. Fire burned through the capital and all organic material was swept away.”

She leaned close and let her forehead rest against his shoulder. Eyes closing again. The dead walked below. From beneath—It devoured.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Atrisia
Tagging: Caedyn Arenais

When it rained, it poured, and boy was it pouring right now.

It had started out so well, a mission of mercy, of aid to a world that was beleaguered, that had been rocked by a war raging across its surface. It was very Jedi, helping those who needed it, who needed it, who had no-one else to turn to. TO reach out a hand, without and strings, just to help, just to pick someone back up.

It made her feel…connected. To whom she was, who she wanted herself to be. Distractedly the girl reached up, one hand unconsciously rubbing at the Knights Obsidian emblem pinned to her vest, fingers pressed against the cold metal. She’d left the Order of Silver Jedi behind, left them to the past. The Order was home, it was comforting and enfolding, a warm pool you could just sink into. It was constricting and stifling.

She’d faced down a Sith Lord and survived but...she’d not come through it unscathed, not in one piece. No, that wasn’t quite right, she was more herself than she’d ever been. She just had to figure out who she was now, who she wanted herself to be. The Jedi, the Sith. The shield or the sword.

Maybe away from the order, from the people who’d known her since she was a child, maybe she could figure that out. The Confederacy fit like a new glove, not quite comfortable but encompassing, wrapping around you. Slowly, slowly it was becoming home. Or at least a place she could be, home was different. Home was here he was.

The girl felt a warm flush touching her cheeks as she reached up one hand to trail it through her long hair, playing the strands out between her fingers. Crystal blue eyes flicked upto the sky, watching the descending dot that was Repertoire sinking into the atmosphere. A smile touched her lips as she pictured Caedyn’s face, it had been too long since they’d seen one another. Holovids, calls just didn’t do it, weren’t enough. Didn’t replace the feeling of arms wrapped around your body, the sound of a laugh in your ears.

The smile on her face grew, it grew and grew…then it didn’t. The sound of a warning, of the alerts and warnings. Horror filled blue eyes cut to the city, to the darkness she could sense now she was looking for it and then up to the descended ship. Arms came up, waving into the air desperately.

“No…turn back! Please….turn back.”

 

[Darth Assimilus]

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Location: Jar'kai the forbidden city, Heading toward the ruined capital. The heart of darkness.
Objective: Introduce the escape to life. Redemption. Free the slaves and Confront Mythos with a choice.
Tags: Mythos | BX-72967 | @Tiia Mataan | Vytal Noctura | Asaraa Vaashe | Shamira Karuto | Slaad | Xenro | Kyyrk |

Jar'kai.

The forbidden city was already a wasteland. Its desert winds and thick darkside presence was almost as comforting as the mutated Blackwing strain that surged through Kezeroths very body. Since the events on Kuat Drive yards, the place that marked his transformation of body and mind; He saw things much differently. The worries of the flesh were now null and void. Social concepts that lingered within society itself no longer held him in a grasp. The infection as much as it seemed like a curse to on lookers; It was the exact opposite. Blackwing was salvation.

Lumbering through slave camps within the territory of Jar'kai Kezeroth's large body and terrifying appearance was more than enough to be the reason for panic amongst the slaves. Pale red beads that once could of been eyes stared into the faces of the many. Drool fell from his unsuspecting maw, a current of thick blackish fluid that freely flowed from the back of the throat, down the tongue and curving about incisors too numerous to count. There was absolutely nothing human in his visage. Any semblance of humanity had faded from appearance, or had it? The eyes were want, mouth was gluttony and hunched over figure only gave off a primal nature.

His movements so twisted it moved the oceans within the inner gut of multiple slaves. Fear. That was what it was. It was so ripe as well. The reflected light from the remaining wall of light twinkled across the pale toothy faces of newly infected behind Kezeroth. Sad faces left over from death changed slowly into a wide sadistic toothy grin. They did not breathe and yet gasping like sounds could be heard escape the mouths. Hunger was them and yet none of them moved to feast of the large grouping of slaves.

" You dont understand. You dont know the feeling of true freedom." The monster straightened his back speaking aloud from a guttural deep tone, rather intelligent as well. " Your singular view on life limits your potential and fear binds you where you stand. Look at your selves. You are slaves to the likes of a would be king. I wish to set you free." A wind blew across the dry arid wastelands surging a power within the Gen'dais body. A static energy riding up a would be spine. The darkside was a mere second thought midst the euphoric highs that Blackwing presented. " Gaze apon us. Freed from the bonds of life in every way. Look not at your outside appearance. Gaze apon us. Seek our face..." Kezeroth trailed off abruptly plopping his body down in a kneeled meditative like position in front of a slave. Fear met the depths of a pale decayed horizon.

Seek our face.

The phrase sat within the mind.

" Hear it call. Free yourself and walk beside us..." And with that Kezeroth stood up and walked away. A sharp mental note and shriek signalling the infected followers grouped by him to follow. A single infected body stayed behind. He was clothed loosely, skin pale and eyes glazed over. Unlike the rest of the group a twinkle of humanity seemed to stay within his facial expressions. He was young and also one of their own. A slave, or had been. " He is right. The others in my group didnt believe him. But I did. I believed." A bony finger lifted to the partially repairs hole in the great wall. A wound delivered by Mythos himself. The would-be king. " If you flee and choose other wise. My old group are gathering near the Wall waiting to be rescued. You could still make it if you left now. " he let a sad expression set in. " But if you believe me. If for any reason at all you want to be free of this. Take off your rebreathers and seek MY face." The young infected slave sprinted away into a thick patch of darkside miasma.

" We should go! Come on." A ruff voice sounded as a slave scrambled to his feet. Likewise several followed behind him, but not everyone. Something kept them there. Arid dust falling from between dry skin. Hands worked down to the bone. The older slaves pondered trying to comprehend what had just occurred. " Did you just see those things?!" Once again the ruff voiced man spoke. " Lets go!"

" Tarmac! That thing was Siggo. Did you not recognize him?! He's still there. He was fine just..." A shiver fell apon the lad that spoke. A young woman with short hair. " He gave us a choice." She said looking around. The only corpses nearby were security droids and humaniods sworn to serve Mythos and even then a subtle twitch rang within the more organic bodies. No slaves noticed.

" We have to get out of here now. This is bad!" Tarmac shouted aloud atop his lungs. A cry so loud it vibrated the rebreather in his own mouth. Met by the womans spastic movement to her feet. A yelp sounding from her throat as she cried. Her own body was tired, She was tired. " I am done running." Removing her mask with a flood of emotions she tossed it two meters out of reach and paused looking at everyone around her. Gasps sounded in the crowd. The Miasma was lethal if breathed in; This was the sole reason for the rebreathers. A tremor shook her body as she doubted her actions guided by pure emotion. In a panic her regret became her with a simple gasp of poisoned air. Wide eyes scanned the ground for the object that could save her life but to no avail; Another gasp of air.

Her last moments were spent choking in respiratory arrest. her passing was longer than expected till her will fled from her eyes. She saw something and then there was nothing. A shell remained. Her actions had inspired several others. The foolish and desperate. It was not till their bodies began to move in undeath did the rest of the slaves see. One by one the guided and chosen gave into the darkside miasma, inhaling its toxic fumes to strip the lungs of all oxygen. And one by one the bodies of those that fell rose again separated from a portion of those that chose against sure a cruel suffering fate. They that decided against it all were few in number.

They did not once look back. Fear gripped them so tightly that it tied its weight into their very bones. A slow dragging pace. It was only when The entire Area of Jar'Kai erupted in a guttural high pitched scream did that stop in their tracks. The dead all at once cried out. Pale eyes taking in a new world as if birthed for a second time. By the sheer volume and diverse range of tone there had to be more than thousands now; Within the harmony of screams one stood out over the rest, spear heading the cries of so many at once.

Kezeroths.

And now marching an army of undeath brothers and sisters deeper into Jar'kai, he let his eyes fall on the ancient ruins of the old palace. The heart of the darkside nexus.

" Mythos..." He uttered and snacpped his attention to the structures in the distance. Ships moved to and fro with activity and movement. It seemed someone was home. Home sweet home. All at once the swarming horde of undead began sprint in the same direction. The ancient ruins. " Leave him for me, Infect the rest." He commanded in a snarl.

There was little time.

 

[Daisy Americus]

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LOCATION: Kaden Farr's Childhood Home -- OUTSKIRTS​

WITH: Kaden Farr
ALLIES: CIS & Friends
OBJECTIVE: Married? Out Cold

Why wouldn’t he let her help? Why wouldn’t he let her fight?​

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It was something she was born to do. It didn’t matter that she occasionally liked to receive a flower or a kind note whenever he was going to be leaving on a long mission. None of that mattered. She was strong, fierce, and could kick just as much tail-feather as anyone else. Daisy didn’t really understand everything that had happened from the emergency announcement, but, it sounded right real bad. ​

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Pulling on a thin tank top she also slid the flannel shirt over her arms. Her irritation caused her to fumble with the buttons, flustered, while she tried to find the words to fight what Kaden had to say. Aquamarine eyes flared when she dipped low to pick up the yellow duckling that she’d spent the better part of the afternoon playing water polo with. “Ah’m a Mandalorian for Kads sake!” ​

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Shouldn’t that be enough?​

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The golden-haired beauty had been mad as a wet cat in a bag and stomped off toward her ship to get her armor. She never left home without it. Kaden, cute as he was, couldn’t stop her. The ramp dropped slowly and she stamped her foot while she waited, tapping, in irritation. She set down Mr. Quack in a comfy space in the cockpit but Kaden grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. “What?”​

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“You can’t stop me—”​

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"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."

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She stopped moving. Her mouth opened, but, no sound came out. Of all the things that she had expected from Kaden, of all the arguments, this wasn’t it. Her anger visibly deflated and she stepped down the ramp to be nearer. Softer eyes searched his for a moment. Was he doing this because he didn’t want her to fight? Or because he really wanted to marry her? Be with her?​

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"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."​

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The words came back hesitantly. But, honest. The easily embarrassed woman had never expected that she would enter a union this way…But it was right. She did love him. Always. The tall woman leaned forward to brush her lips against his, sealing the commitment with a kiss, but the moment wasn’t to last. A sharp pain. A quick gasp—And she slumped into his arms, dead weight, while everything went black.​

[EXIT]

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Atrisia [Pridwen-Class Cruiser]
Wearing: This
Affiliation: CIS
With: John Locke
Status: Asleep​

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Pale skin peeked out from beneath lengths of flame-colored hair. Most of it had fallen from the braided bun that she had swept it up in, obscuring her face, while deep amber-colored lashes dusted against lightly freckled cheeks. She was still wrapped snugly in the sweater that John had given her at the first village they’d visited. Gianna had enjoyed the strength of the people, the resilience, and took care to exemplify that with every word. In the end—She was exhausted.

The young woman had taken to using modern medicine first to stabilize patients, then, use the Force to secure their well-being. She rationed it. Just like analgesics, fever-reducers, and bacta. Gianna was adept at curing even general maladies, and occasionally, just stopped to talk to people. It was a small thing but important. When patients felt cared for, they tended to recover faster. She wanted that for them.

The sooner they were on the mend the better.

In her sleep, she curled into John Locke . It was unconscious. Despite his metallic arms, he felt warm, safe, and tangible in the Force that tethered her. The Jedi Knight had no idea that their mission to aid the Atrisian people had changed. She had no idea that a plague was spreading.

Her dreams were strange things. Full of light, sound, and colors that she couldn’t quite make out. At first, they seemed peaceful. She slept, soundly, beside the Minister and barely made a peep. As the dead began to rise the wandering Jedi began to stir. She did not wake, merely, shifted this way and that. Her eyebrows creased and something akin to a whimper would escape her lips. “No…”

No.

Her dreams, whimsical things, had become nightmares. Terrors. The death that had strewn itself across the surface of Mirial returned. She could smell it. Taste it. Every bit of her remembered the creatures that had been transformed into other. Not alive, yet, not quite dead. Deep, deeply asleep she ran. From what? Why? She didn’t know. She just knew she had to keep moving.

John moved. Sagging in his seat. Gianna simply shifted with him, though, her lips were contorted into an unmistakable frown. “Don’t.”

Don’t who? Don’t what?

It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, or, whoever it was that haunted the young woman didn’t matter at all. Running wasn’t enough. Eventually, she would need to face it.

Gianna would. Soon.

 

[Cypher Rage]

Location: Waru Command
Objective: Contain
Tags: Kirk Tektus, John Locke
POST 2

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"Ah. Right, this FOB will be used as my primary command center for this epidemic effective immediately. Commander, I understand you have had some problems in the past but I assure you, I am far less lenient than most of the other members of command." he replied. It was at that point that he decided to brush his uniform slightly and acsess the information regarding the cyber attack on the Life Engines that Commander Tektus had averted.

"The Core Fleet. Which one, Commander? As you know, I work under the command of all the High Marshal's, and the last time I was in the Core, high Marshal Akaran had several fleets under his command. Wait, we don't have time for frivolous conversation" he ranted. This Commander interested him, he was young and he wasn't afraid to stand up for what he belived in. In his mind, he was a young him.

"Commander, bring online Minister Locke. Have all of our droids report to place where they can be rapidly deployed. Once you have reached Minster locke let him know that I need to speak with him" he ordered.

 

[Luna Terrik]

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C O N T A I N​

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Objective: Quarantine Xam'chi
Time: 0830
Equipment: VAARS Rifle, Tactical Recon Handguns (2), Personal Armor, CryoBan Grenade (4), Thermal Detonator (2)
Ally tags: | Tiria Reinhart | Damsy Callat | Tobias Wrynn | Maeve Archeron | Anakwor Farlorn | Jasmille Kavos | Jrurki Liz | John Locke | @Any allies in Xam'Chi
Enemy tags: | @Xam’chi enemies |
Post: #1

It had been a while since they had been used as a truly rapid response unit. For the past few months, Dauntless had been deployed to every part of the galaxy, serving in an offensive and defensive role. But to be in the position of rapid response, especially to a plague based threat, was not something that would be regular for the Dauntless at this point. Though it wasn’t as though outbreaks of this magnitude and quick spread happened either. Whatever was happening with Atrisia, whatever was causing the suffering of it’s people, these were answers that needed to be found out if their suffering was to stop.

For Luna, there had been plenty of suffering to occur in the past few months that finding a way to stem the tide of it for just a few people, even if they were of a planet that she did not know nor particularly care about, would be good enough for the former pilot. They would combat the virus, this outbreak, however they could, but that was not the priority for the Dauntless on this day. No, the priority would be saving lives, keeping families together, and not allowing this planet to burn on their watch.

The first step to that was actually getting onto the planet. Doing that was simple enough, as a regiment, full of Dauntless soldiers and commandos, alongside their newest ranger division, began their decent through the rough atmosphere of the planet toward one of the major cities of Atrisia, Xam’chi. As they descended, that familiar, slightly robotic voice came over her comms, bringing a slight smile to her face. At some point, Luna would have to run into this Locke man when there wasn’t a crisis going on. Or perhaps, like many people in her life, the only place they would ever meet would be on the field of battle.

Her first message, after the comm had been sent out, was directly back to the man himself. Speaking loudly enough that her voice could be heard clearly over the idle chatter from Omega squad around her, she said, “Minister Locke, this Grand Marshall Terrik. Good to be working with you again. I’ve got a regiment of men headed down to the surface with me toward Xam’chi. First priority will be keeping the people safe, as you said. Keep me updated if you need anything from me or my men.” With that, her hand lower from her helmet, pushing up from her sat position near the back of the landing craft to make her way to the front, where her command staff seemed to be conglomerating.

There was a major doubt from Luna that Dauntless would run nearly as well as it did without the people in front of her. She was plenty capable of keeping it running, of course, but with the men and women in front of her, there were people that could be reached within the organization, soldiers needs and concerns that she might not hear otherwise had an outlet that could get back to Luna. With them, there were eyes and ears in places that could make the entirety of Dauntless better.

These were the thoughts that began to run through her mind when her eyes fell upon the ground that had made their way to the front of the ship. Long time friends, Captians Callat and Reinhart, trusted allies, Master Sergeants Ulinesque and Tvenes, and new faces, Sergeant Wrynn and Captain Farlorn all in one room. If it was perhaps not a more grim time, then there would be more joy in Luna’s step. Instead, that crisp boot hit the metal flooring with a purpose. A little nod was given to them, allowing any conversations that may have been occurring before she entered to finish up before beginning the final briefing.

“Alright boys. We have an idea what were walking into with this planet. A pandemic has spread across it’s surface. From our intel, the capital city may be overrun soon. There is not, however, at the moment, a positive ID on what exactly this thing is. Which means we don’t know how it spreads. That means..” She paused for a moment, raising a fist to her helmet to knock twice on it. “These stay on. At all times on the ground. Air filters in the helmets also on full blast. This thing could be airborne, it could not. Lets be safe, rather than sorry.” For a moment, her head turned to address one of the newer members for moment. He lead an interesting group within Dauntless, and special circumstances were needed at times. “Your men should have already been provided rebreathers. Make sure they keep them on.”

With that taken care of, Luna reached to the back of her belt, pulling out a small holoprojector. She tossed it unceremoniously into the middle of the group, the hologram suddenly popping up into that shimmering blue light. A city, impressive in structure with a small marketplace near the outskirts, circling slowly was shown. “Here’s the plan.” Her gloved pointer finger made a motion to the marketplace. “We will be landing just outside of here. First priority for myself, Tien, and Q’vares will be setting up a safe zone and securing the marketplace. We’ll use it as a quarantine zone. For the rest of you,” Her attention focused back on the ranger captain for a moment, “I need you and your rangers to file into the residential districts as quickly as possible. I want to know how bad the situation is down there. If you have to fight back any sort of hostile entity, you are cleared to do so, but first priority is saving the citizens and getting them back to the marketplace safe.”

She trusted the Farlorn would get this done. They may be the newest group to the dauntless, but there had been time beforehand to see their capabilities. It was imperative that these rangers were with the soldiers at this point, just for how much they brought to the table as a completely different set of skills. With those orders given, Luna’s attention was then brought to the two Captains, alongside the newest Sergeant. “I need you three to get Omega and Alpha squads to the government districts. Find the central government building, get inside, and rescue any that might be inside. Same priority on saving people vs. fighting back the invasion.”

Those were the orders. Every member of this room was a capable solider and leader. This wasn’t exactly the most normal of situations, and this was the center of Luna’s last reminder. “Last thing.” A small pause before continuing, allowing her to gather her thoughts. “Our first priority is saving as many people in this city as possible, and getting them to a safe area. Yes, there is a pandemic, and yes, it is dangerous. I would much rather save as many men, woman, and children as possible then fight it completely back this day. Let us make sure that there are not families split this day. Get people to safety, keep yourselves safe, and we’ll figure out combatting the invasion later.” Kneeling down, she retrieved the holoprojector from the floor, placing it back on her belt before standing tall and giving a salute.

“Lets get this done, alright? Stay safe. Dismissed.” They’d be landing soon, and with the orders given out, everyone knew where they were supposed to be. Knowing what awaited the Dauntless on the surface, however, was a much different story.

 

[Eira Talon]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Find Sister, train!
Tags: Gerwald Lechner (Niquis) [open]

"-----Come to Atrisia, -----Come to Atrisa,-----Come to Atrisa,-----Come to Atrisa."

The message played on repeat for a moment, its static-riddled message echoing throughout her chambers. A jolt of anticipation bubbled in Eira, the girl silencing the loop and smiling to herself.

"Don't have to tell me twice," she whispered to the air around her. She clutched her holocom to her chest, her gaze distant before falling down to her wolf, Niquis, sleeping at the foot of her bed.

"What do you say, hm? Want to come with me?" His tail thumped in sudden excitement, both creatures far too bored of these cabin walls. Srina traveled often, and she preferred to keep Eira out of her affairs yet simultaneously close to her chest. Eira would ordinarily find the measure in which Srina dealt with her frustrating and insulting, but at the end of the day it kept her close to her sister.

Which meant more training sessions.

Srina had mentioned toting her around to show her the finer things in Atrisia, but Eira left her room dressed in her training garb regardless. She would get her way on this. Srina owed her.

She moved through the ship common spaces, gathering her things as she felt them decelerate into the atmosphere. "Snowflake?" She called. And as he came to her, she knelt down.

A disapproving look was leveled, an unseen object crumpled in her fist. Oh he'd know.

The chastising was left unspoken, the girl reaching out and securing the ribbon in an almost too tight bow. Only fingers could remove something so deftly knotted.

Which was why she didn't understand how he kept ridding himself of it.

She gave a sigh, the barely-clad echani standing in all her bare-skinned glory as she moved for the door. She still did not understand everyone's instance that she cover up. But at the risk of more hold ups, she reached out last minute and grabbed her sister's blue cloak by the door. A soft whistle was all Niquis received, giving him a chance to run out with her before she closed the ship doors behind her. Not for the first time since joining her sister, she faulted on the ship steps, the scene around her lending to unease.

People seemed to bustle to and fro, a sense of frantic fear to their motions.

Eira's brows furrowed, the girl taking out holo tracker and looking down at their location. "...Srina told us to meet her over there," she murmured to nothing. She looked up, following the direction, realizing with no uncertainty that it was towards the direction that buzzed with unease. She thought this place was suppose to be okay now.

Maybe it was always like this?

She gave a subtle shrug, then pushed off, moving through the streets as Srina had told her to.

 

[Symara Tarriq]

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From Nuyen to Akina and around Atrisia, the virus continued to infect the masses. Jar'Kai was a wasteland, and the news of it made Gesse cackle with delight. "Truly they feed the darkness, even in their meek attempts to snuff it out, but they don't realize... You can never snuff out a shadow, for where there is light there is always darkness." Gesse spoke to a corpse, a corpse that slowly began to animate itself as the virus took hold. "Oh my sweet child, rise, and go about your day, play your part on this day of woe."​

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The medical district was ripe for the taking in Nuyen, a city across from Jar'Kai for where walls protected it from invaders plain it could not protect places like Nuyen. The corpse rose and walked the halls of the hospital its bile infected those it touched. Doctor Gessethya Helfyld quietly walked out of the hospital and headed for the surgical center. Commonwealth police in their riot gear held out their shields but could not see what lingered behind them. A rampant and wild virus, airborne must find other methods she thought. Ah, yes the Shakatu District close to the river Seoulpa the river that would carry the diseases.​

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Pity how a single cough and sneeze turns into something more, pity how it had been dismissed for this world was so beautiful. "It can be again, I promise," she whispered, "it just needs a purge."​

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Once more Gesse headed through the crowd as people sought shelter only to find a member of the infected among their persons. Gesse reported to the order. "Nuyen is thirty percent infected, I'm heading for the trading district. Watch the waters my friends," she told them through encrypted communications.​

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Darth Immortuos | Slaad | Darth Assimilus | Xenro ​

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[Detro]

Location: Hangar bays
Allies: Credius Nargath (and affiliates)
Equipment: (In bio, I'll edit it in when I can)

Detro heard the call to order from Credius Nargath , which naturally, prompted him to immediately ensure he was fully prepared. The Anzati was quickly on his way, putting on his armor, and donning his weapons. A process he'd practiced numerous times before to ensure absolute speed next time. It took mere minutes for him to head to the Hangar bays. Most of that was travel time from his previous location, there was only so much that a person could do to make sure they could get somewhere when they were needed and even when a person raced to a location, that didn't mean being prompt was the best choice. More important to be timely but efficient, than fast and forget something important, or arrive out of breath and useless.

He would approach at a jog to the Sith Lord. Holding his rifle pointed down as necessary. And waiting until he was done speaking. In spite of Detro's telepathy, and his age, he still acted like a soldier. It was the part he'd played for awhile now, it was quite natural to him. The fact that he had another rank in a different faction didn't change that, simply that this time, there was no need to hide his species. He actually had the potential for growth here, growth in power, growth in skill. Because now he wasn't limited by the racism of the former group.

The Anzati stood at ready, a great darkness had fallen below. Something that Detro could sense himself, but which he said nothing of. If Credius found it important for him to know, he'd give him an order about it. After all the Sith Lord doubtless sensed it himself. Detro had no reason to concern himself with it.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Home
Objective: Reunite with the fallen
Armor
Gear: lightsabers. Spear.

He finished watching holonovelas, eating, donning his armor and placing the Scepter in his throne. Every corner of the ruins began slowly being sealed off by gun teams and infantry fighting positions.

Around the ruins his forces manned the walls and defensive positions with the Thrawn Battle tanks, Opressors, Hellhounds and Gun Nests. They were not regular soldiers, these were Mythos' elite warriors. The Molok, The NSF and The Marinos. As well as a Legion of droids still one hundred thousand strong. Not only were they prepared for biological and asymmetrical warfare, they had been counting on it.

Gold covered his palace, the ruins began to slowly turn into gold and when the dead reached the wall they would meet their old master. As the dead rose, it was his son's and daughters that rose with them, it was the Jar'Kai royal guard. Here in these very steps is where they fell and thanks to Darth Assimilus , Mythos stood surrounded by his ancient champions.

In the steps of the ancient palace Mythos stood unphased, donning his Golden Armor and wielding The Alchemized Spear of Gryylarc In his right hand. Around him bodies of the long dead Jar'Kai royal guard stood by his side once more after fourteen years. Undead, undying and unrelenting, not even in death did duty end.

He faced the horde with unflinching eyes, many of the dead were former Yovshin Swordsmen, many others were dead Mandalorian and Galactic Alliance soldiers. All would be met by a wall of thermal detonators, blasterfire and remote detonation explosives carved in the gold.

The Opressors alone could pin down a whole sector but with the wall of legionnaire droids and tanks would make short work of any horde not made of steel. The Sith Lord's eyes scanned the wasteland and sensed his Ancient Nemesis..

"Beholder..." He said, calling him by his old name, by the name he was known in the attack of the Basin at Frisial.

Undead horde would meet flesh here in the gold covered steps of the ancient palace, and it would seem that before he could lay down and watch the sunset on a greatful Atrisia. He would need to unleash hell.

"Prepare the Hammers. Ready the salvo. This aint' my first seige"

"As you wish my lord"

He would come for him, but at the time Mythos had no idea he came with a choice. Did he come to bargain? Or to die?​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

C O N T A I N​

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Equipment: The Blood of Dathomir Armor | Nightmother's Ward | Water of Life Potions
Tag: Shamira Karuto | Scàth Mhaolàin | Taiia Locke | Felurian Malvern | Tireya Syvare | Aisha | Alluria Ivalice | John Locke | BX-72967 | Mythos | Darth Assimilus | Junko Ike | Mandragora | Knights Obsidian​

Vytal's eyes gazed up at the shining beacon of 'hope' the Jedi had brought. No doubt it was affecting the disease within -- an unnatural disease that was closer to sentient life than simple chemical reactions. The Nightmother knew this because it had presence. Microbes could be felt and interacted with in the Force, but they did not have anything remotely akin to a 'soul.' This thing had something, though like any wayward spirit consumed by its desire it was not substantial. So, this Wall would affect it; to what extent, however, only experimentation would prove out. Soon they would perform these inquiries in person.​

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First Taiia and then Shamira soon inquired as to its dispelling and to its purpose. After which the pale Witch turned to regard all those present before she addressed that question. "Shroud yourselves with the Nether and conjure your familiars. We will move into Jar'Kai when the Wall of Light is dispelled so that it will not delay us further." Especially the Sisters and Brothers whose strength came from the darkness. "Our enemy will be ruthless. Give it no quarter, for you will receive none."​

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Only then did Vytal spare a moment for more personal conversation. Her eyes shifted from one Sister to the next. "You are not." A simple answer to a simple question. "So many of you exhausted yourselves saving this world once while I organized your actions. Now, it is my turn. Once we are at the heart of darkness on this world our power will be unrivaled. Prepare yourselves."​

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With that said, the Nightmother turned and took several long strides away from the assembly and toward the Wall. It would be easier to ask the summoner to dispense with their effort, but there wasn't time to find them assuming they weren't at its heart. Feet shoulder-width apart, Vytal stood with her hands at both sides. As she drew in a breath, her right hand slid up her center, arched over head and stopped short of her right thigh as she stepped out to the side. With another breath her left followed the same pattern. Her hands lifted an invisible ball between them until it was chest-height, then her right hand extended out toward the light.​

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"Ancient, gnarled roots. Cinder touched bark. Creak. Groan. Whisper of wind blown leaves. Awaken to the blight. Give rise to your anger, your rage, and your eternal resolve." The green mists of ichor began to swell about the Nightmother's legs as it seeped out of the ground. With a sharp clap of thunder the air exploded away from Vytal which would cause cloaks to snap and flap violently in the burst's passing. It reversed the flow and swept back in toward the Dathomiri Witch, only for it to begin coiling about her frame and carrying the green mist up into the air above her.​

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Meanwhile the clouds overhead had begun to darken with each passing second. They churned and roiled in the heavens. Soon a funnel began to descend, and the ichor rose up to meet it. An hourglass of obsidian and emerald soon touched and began a turbulent, violent dance above. Any that had the unfortunate pleasure of being at Shadow's Point, Apatros would remember seeing something similar there as well -- though far smaller.​

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"Every light, a shadow. Every star, a void. From nothing, something, and to nothing once more." Lightning flashed while its thunder shook the firmament beneath the conjured tempest. Vytal's eyes were consumed by a fiery green depth as her gaze fixed on the well meaning containment that had not stopped the spread of the enemy within the city. Now it would end, and in that a new beginning. With a swipe of her hand, the howling winds stretched outward at its center and reached for the wall as a tendril. It coiled and wrapped itself about the Wall to squeeze and crush its bright existence until it would be extinguished as all things were.​

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A Witch did not fight peace with rage, but she could certainly harness it -- and the land of Jar'Kai was filled with rage. Soon they would stand at the heart of that rage and harness ever more of it. They would not stab the vessels of the disease that plagued the world one by one. Throw themselves at the Confederacy as they like, Vytal would pierce their ranks in due time.​

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The storm in the localized region had passed as it now pulled back the curtain of light. Fast enough their number could advance without worry of walking straight into it. Glowing, green eyes looked back over one shoulder at the assembled number. "We advance, Sisters and Brothers. To Jar'kai. To the Forbidden Palace. To end the destruction of all balance on this world once and for all."​

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BX-72967's forces would be a welcome supplement to the Mandragora and their mystical creatures. Together they would make progress with all haste. And should anyone other than the infected seek to bar their path, perhaps they might reconsider their dance with death after witnessing the storm that passed from the direction from which the Witches came.​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Affiliation: Asaraa Vaashe & The Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Objective: Assess and contain the situation, render any help needed.
Location: Xhi'cam, Capital of Atrisia.
Equipment: Jedi Armor | Lightsaber.

“No…turn back! Please….turn back".
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The Repertoire descended upon the Capital City of Atrisia where Caedyn could see Asaraa was awaiting and waving at him. It brought a smile to his face that she was so eager to see him, or atleast that's how it appeared from where he was seated. The repulsorlift thrusters kicked into overdrive as the corvette swept in low to the ground and maneuvered around to face the back of the ship and the landing ramp towards where his girlfriend would be present to greet him. Once settled on the surface of Atrisia, Caedyn left the cockpit and the controls of the vessel to his faithful droid companion and co-pilot Lexas, whilst he set off for the cool clean outside air...Yet at a closer glance, Xhi'cam looked nothing alike the vision that Asaraa had described to him.

"What's going on, Confederacy control warned me off from landing. You said something about a lot of people getting sick or something?" he spoke as he approached Asaraa's side, the sense of urgency about the situation taking priority over what would otherwise have been a very affectionate greeting after not having seen each other for so long. Caedyn however seemed to be all about the business, as he could see smoke rising up across the distant city-scape.

In her initial contact, Caedyn hadn't perfectly understood the situation for what it was. Having entered into the sector, neither Asaraa nor the Confederacy known the scale of the catastrophe at the time. They hadn't planned to be walking into another high risk emergency together when the idea for their time out being spent on Atrisia had first come to mind, and yet somehow the Galaxy loved to throw their relationship into the midst of a sarlaac pit at every chance it could get.

"What's happening here?" he added in further question as he took notice of the nearby civilians on the run further down the street from the landing zone, they seemed to be panicked and fleeing from something, though he had far too few details to know what exactly he had gotten himself into.

 

[Taiia Locke]

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Location: Atrisia
Wearing: This
With: Vytal Noctura
Tagging: Shamira Karuto | Scàth Mhaolàin | Felurian Malvern | Tireya Syvare | Aisha | Alluria Ivalice | John Locke | Mandragora | Knights Obsidian​

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She smiled at Shamira “Too true, knowledge is attained by first asking a question.” then she turned back toward Vytal she was speaking to them both. She gave precise instruction and Taiia proceeded to quickly follow her instructions. “Winged Goddess grant me your protection” she spoke softly but firmly feeling a faint barrier form around her with a nod and then she made a small gesture to summon her familiars. “Eirene, Pleonexia nap time is over little ones we are needed.” From nowhere two convors one black with a grey chest and another white but also with a grey chest flew down to her before landing one on each of her shoulders. The two little birds made pleasant sounds but Pleonexia glowered at Taiia “Didn’t I tell you to stop calling us that?” Taiia grinned and looked at him. “You did that is true, but Eirene does not mind, and besides you are little.” Pleonexia let out an exasperated sigh, giving up quickly when she mentioned Eirene. Her little friends were still quite new to her, but she quickly learned how to deal with the troublesome Pleonexia, his sister was his weakness like most men in the galaxy. Eirene surveyed the situation; she was much like Taiia inquisitive and ready to help. “This planet feels sick Taiia” without a word Taiia nodded in agreement returning her attention to the Nightmother.​

As the Nightmother moved away from her and Shamira she watched and undid her lightstaff from her belt and held it firmly. Though the blade was not ignited yet, she watched as Vytal cast her spell and the sudden shift of the wind blew her red hair toward the wall of light with such force, she lifted her hands and shielded her little friends from the wind, she however stood fast and watched as Vytal unleashed a power on a scale she had not yet witnessed. When at last the wall was down, she walked up next to the Nightmother before igniting her lightstaff finally. “I definitely want to learn that one” she said with a grin. “Shall we?” She took the lead if there was to be trouble she would use everything she had learned from the Mandragora, the Knights Obsidian and the Jedi and she would defend her new family as well as the people of Atrisia.​