Junction Eternal Alliance | Battle of Panatha | EE+Firrerre, TSE+Soullex

[UX-0626]

Objective: Take The City
Location: Canthar - Panatha
Tags: Daeron (Proximity) Ladybug (Proximity) Darth Strosius

The dying moans of the wailing soldier did not unsettle the Hapan strandcast as she pulled her knife from the dead soldier’s eye, wiping the blade clean on with the man’s pants before placing it back in the sheath on her shoulder. Having been bred and engineered for war, the sounds and smells of death were of negligible distraction to her, even that of her own peers.

However, in the ongoing violence of the battle, 626 was left with little time to revel in her two kills, as another squad of Eternal Truth soldiers appeared on her sensor readouts, approaching so quickly that she could only draw her pistol and duck into cover behind a piece of the wreckage before they arrived. Taking aim with the weapon, she prepared to fire at the closest incoming soldier, but held her finger as a lightsaber-wielding assassin arrived, cutting the men to ribbons in mere moments as 626 watched the display with an awed pause.

A deep breath slipped from the strandcast’s lips, sensing that she had somehow escaped certain death, not once, but twice in the span of only a few minutes.

The brief period of silence after the assassin finished off the last soldier was broken by the Acolyte’s voice, immediately setting 626’s focus back to the task at hand.

“Sir, there are anti-aircraft cannons less than one klick to the east. Should we move for those or will we be heading towards the palace? I can cover us on the approach.”

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Armor
  • Sith-Imperial Legionnaire Combat Armor Mk. III
    • Undersuit
      • Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
    • Utility
      • Neural Band
      • Taozin Skin Nodule
      • Revealer
• Small Arms
  • “Extinguisher” Precision Pulse Cannon
  • SIF-7 ‘Minos’
    • Multi-Optic Holographic Sight
• Melee
  • Whimsy Knife
• Grenades and Explosives
  • Impact Grenade (2)
  • Thermal Imploder (2)

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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Canthar

Home.

In the very beginning long before he ever encountered the western world of Maena, Panatha was always his home. It was the ancestral seat of power for House Zambrano stemming back to its first iteration founded during the days of the Cold War. There was a tether with the world that couldn't be broken no matter what past experiences brought. Panatha was still his home. In the legacy of House Zambrano they would tell his story as the one who returned them to prominence from nothing, the one who raised Kaine Zambrano and turned him from adolescent into a conqueror. To House Zambrano he was Saziliebm or Sovereign. The Epicanthix worshipped him as a god. Although they had moved on to form an empire their rule over Panatha never faded. Another one of his family - Kaine's uncle was chosen as the new Arch-King of the Pacanth Reach Adriel while they had moved on to eclipse the light. But it was always a fact that if Panatha called?​

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They would answer.​

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In the very center of the city was the Hasi Sulemi. Once a grand temple dedicated to the gods it quickly became one of the largest structures ever created during the restored reign of House Zambrano and the formation of the Arch-Kingdom of the Pacanth Reach. It was the seat of government for the world and for the empire. A massive balcony flanked one side its doors open and pressed against the railing was the shorter in stature Arch-King himself Adriel. When the Dark Lord of the Sith stepped onto the balcony a pair of black armored Crownguard took position on either side of the doorway. The giant wore a robe of form fitting spider silk of the deepest black coloration, accentuated by red in all of the right places. The chest of the outfit bore the sigil of the Sith Eternal. But the giant wore a massive signet ring emblazoned with the Eye of Solomon. A chain necklace around his neck bore the mark of the Cabal of Typhojem.​

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"You came." The Arch-King said his eyes locked on the city. They were so high in the air that the sounds of war carried like echoes up to the colossal structure. Explosions and the familiar noises of blaster cannons and other such sounds of conflict rocked the world - yet it was nothing new. For a warrior people like the Epicanthix war was a very part of their culture. They lived and breathed for battle. So many wars had been fought on Panatha going back thousands of years many of which his own family were directly apart of or responsible for. "Did you think I would forsake my home, did you think we would leave you to ruin Servelus?" Braxus said stopping next to the Arch-King who shook his head. "I had been betrayed once. In the days of my youth by my very own siblings - afflicted by the disease of madness, looked upon me with jealousy and hatred for who I was. For the relationship I had with our late father. It inevitably drew us into a conflict. I was naive back then. I saw what our family was becoming but I believed so wholeheartedly that they could see reason. In my moment of weakness I spared their lives and I was rewarded with exile." ​

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The giant paused and stretched out his hand. A great arc of crimson sith lightning, its highest form, exploded from his fingertips washing the area with the smell of ozone. It was a casual gesture yet it brought an arc of devastating power that struck an enemy fighter chasing a fighter from the Eternal Empire's navy. The blast overloaded its shields in explosive fashion its potency enough that it fried the fighter and detonated it mid flight. The bolt didn't stop there and it chained to two others following it and they found the same fate. "We would never betray our home, Servelus. You do not stand alone we have come." Braxus gestured skybound right as a series of transports began to cut through the atmosphere at high speeds. These ships were identified as ships of the Sith Empire but as they were hailed by the local defenders it would immediately become apparent exactly who they were. One of the Arch-Kings aides ran out to the balcony "Your excellency the Blackblade Guard are here!"​

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All across the galaxy the Blackblade Guard were infamous for their acts of brutality, legendary as one of the greatest fighting forces in modern galactic history. Their appearance could be seen as an ill omen by most but on Panatha? They were seen as something far different. The chosen of the God-Kings. Their very appearance was met with awe and wonder, cheers and sighs of relief from the weary defenders. It was a sign that their gods were descending and they would bring fire and death to the Eternal Truth.​

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UX-0626 | Daeron | Darth Strosius | Ladybug | Ingrid L'lerim ​

 

[Xeykard]

Alina Tremiru | Open
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It worried him.

The outcome of the battle itself was of little consequence. The Dark Lord himself had arrived to crush the scum that had dared set fire to his homeworld -- no matter how weak their allies were, the Sith themselves still had the strength to destroy.

But still...

Even as he crushed the soldier's windpipe in his metallic hand, the Ultranaut squirmed and twitched in defiance. Through those fading optics in the soldier's helmet, Xeykard could still see a flame of defiance. Deeper still he could feel the raw hatred the man had. Almost as deep as his own, enough to give him pause before he dropped the body to the ground.

There was no fear. Even outmatched, even dying, there was no fear. Most of these fodder of the Eternal Truth believed in their cause -- that their former Empire was weak and had lost its way. They were right. Their conviction sharpened them into a deadly blade that had cut open Panatha. Yet, it was not enough.

Xeykard worried that this was the path of his own Empire. And deeper than that, he worried that he was becoming weak and losing his way all the same.

For now, though, he had the strength. The small cadre of infantry and armor units wiped up the ambush set by the enemy. His gaze turned, searching for the little one that had been assigned to him. "Acolyte Tremiru, are you alright?"

As soon as the words fell from his mouth he realized his mistake. A snarl contorted his lips. "We continue. Shake off your injuries."

The Barabel marched forward. Now was no time to worry; there was work to be done.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Xeykard | Open​

It wasn't like anything she'd ever seen. The raw hatred these men and women had for those sensitive to the Force. It almost mirrored her own jealousy. Almost. The pistol in her hand let loose another powerful shot into the chest of a nearby trooper just as her red saber was ripped through another. She could feel it in her arm. The recoil wasn't something she was use to. If it wasn't for her training she'd probably of shattered her wrist right then. Certainly felt like it anyway.

Yellow eyes glanced over to her companion as the last of this squad had been brought down. Another giant. Someone who's strength even without the Force would always dwarf hers. She offered a nod to his question, though seemed confused at the swap of attitude. Alina knew better than to question it, however, and simply nodded again as she stepped over beside him.

"What's our destination?"

 

[Daeron]

MOVING TO ANTI-AIRCRAFT CANNONS - CAPITAL CITY
UX-0626 Ladybug Darth Prazutis Darth Strosius

Dearon’s eyes followed UX-0626 as the soldier took aim at the last Eternal Truth soldier and executed him.

In the silence that followed, she might have heard a beeping noise from within the ship…

Then, 626’s question followed. The hum of the Blackblade Guard ships descending upon Panatha. The roar of anti-aircraft batteries picked up.

“The cannons,” Daeron answered as he glanced at his left arm in a cast.

On radar or any HUDs, approaching Eternal Truth soldiers could be detected. Their loud voices could be heard – slowly trekking to where their broken comrade was.

With urgency in his voice, “Hurry though, the ship’s rigged to blow…”

In less than a minute.

Daeron then began to rush his way toward the anti-aircraft cannons – looking back to see if 626 or @Miklanna Mihaly were following.

 

[Ladybug]

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Objective: Kill The Traitors
Location: Inside Capital City, Panatha
Equipment: Dark Blessings of Kuolema / Varjokävely
Tags: Daeron / UX-0626 / Rath Nihro / Darth Strosius


One after another she shut down her lightsabers, her eyes starring with emblazoned enjoyment at the carnage strewn about her feet. She had slaughtered the Eternals with pure hatred whilst basking in their deaths; feeling her enemy's lifeforces extinguish as it cascaded through the Force, melting their traitorous souls to ash. The galaxy had grown smaller once again, another product of her handiwork. Now as she ripped her eyes from the dead, she took in the silence of the killing field where the corpses where fashioned like unharvested crops.

Her attention, once more, had been captured by the two she fought alongside with. A question had been posed by the woman with the rifle, Palace or anti-aircraft cannons? The Palace was the ultimate goal, to evict the Eternals and squash them like spider-roaches. However, whether by faulty intel or simple luck, those cannons where inflicting heavy casualties on any incoming vessel. The cannons had to be dealt with, but the Felacat could not abandon her men so easily.

"Captain," Mikilanna began tapping the communication earpiece, "Status report." Listening intently, nodding her head occasionally, she could formulate a vison from the Captain's words. The enemy and her soldiers had fell into a game of stalemate. Neither side held the advantage, allowing her to make a final decision based off the facts. Reiterating her standing orders of a defensive strategy, she would join the two in disabling the cannons.

 

[Rath Nihro]

Location: Capital Central Plaza, Panatha
Equipment: Aegis of Snow, KC-95 Ace of Spades, Nelvaanian Sword, Red Lightsaber, Vibrodagger
Ship: Fireaxe "Deep Space" Starfighter
Tags: Daeron Ladybug UX-0626 Darth Strosius

The duel in the abandoned building soon became a contest of whether or not Rath could buy enough time to get information out of the warrior. The overwhelming strength made Rath wary of their Saber despite the occasional parry. Rath made use of simple yet effective tricks that he learned in the military to his advantage, but the duelist adapted and improvised. Now Rath was unable to move around the lightsaber during their locks because the armored warrior would move with Rath. Occasionally Rath is opposed by the wave of kinetic energy projected by the Force, and everytime he had countered the wave by producing his own in equivalent measure.

It was only when the darksiders began to tire that the assault had ceased momentarily. Rath was getting winded from moving around so much, and the opposing force user started to grow weaker and slower. How long had they been going at it? Seconds? Or minutes? In truth to Rath it felt he's been locked in combat with just this one fighter for an hour, but the sounds of blaster fire and explosions could still be heard within the city. So that signaled to Rath that he still has opposition waiting for him outside of these walls.

They were positioned in a rather narrow corridor that could barely fit two people side by side. Rath was positioned on one end, and the Force user was positioned roughly five meters further down in the corridor. Lights flickered on into a shower of sparks that cascaded from above as there were several scorched streaks along the walls and the floor. Some of which still had heat to them, and other than his cloak and left gauntlet that had clear marks of a lightsaber clashed against it Rath was relatively unharmed since they've been in the building. Rath has more than twice tagged the darksider with his lightsaber as evident on the figure's helmet, right arm, and chest. However just like Rath's armor was designed to withstand ordinary lightsabers and blaster fire so was the stranger's as well.

"I'll ask again, do you know who Ta'kir Glimmer is?" Rath asked for the second time in the hopes that their drawn out fight would loosen their lips. A pause of silence fell upon them, and just when Rath thought the warrior wasn't going to answer again.

"I know of him. A traitor to all of us, and a thief." At least there was some confirmation that his existence was acknowledged. A traitor, yes, but a thief? That part confused Rath as he inquired.

"What did he steal?" The warrior looked up with the motion of their helmet before they gave their answer.

"In truth, I don't know much about that. That information has been kept under very tight lips even amongst our own, but from what I've gathered it's some kind of artifact." That part was actually news to Rath, and it begged the question as to what artifact did Ta'kir steal? Yet the zealous Warden claimed they didn't know what it was.

"I came here to exterminate those who use the Force, including you. You fought valiantly to the end, but I can only grant you a swift death. So stay still if you want your death to be painless." Fortunately the younger Warden had no intention of dying, and Rath certainly wasn't about to let himself become injured to satisfy someone's pride. In a powerful leap, the armored warrior rapidly approached Rath with the intention of beheading the young Warden.

However with a raised right hand, Rath wielded an immense energy of the Force to not only stop the attacker, but to also lift them up in the air. The warrior was surprised, and a growl of frustration could be heard from behind the mask as they flailed in vain. Yet Rath's grip around the darksider's body remained firm.

"It's not my time yet, and you don't get to decide whether I die or not. Remember that, assuming you survive." With a thrust of his hand, Rath projected a strong kinetic wave that not only sent the duelist through walls, but it also made several layers of said walls to crumble in the same direction. The warrior kept being thrown from wall after wall until finally they broke through the duraglass window. From there they fell dozens of meters to the ground with an audible nearly metallic sound. Rath approached the edge of the hole he had made to look down upon the darksider. At the very least, the person wasn't moving. The crimson blade shrinked into the hilt as Rath deactivated the lightsaber before he turned to walk away. However with a push of the Force, Rath produced a smaller wave of kinetic energy that slammed against the debris to make a rain of stone, metal, and glass upon the darksider. Then he proceeded to walk out of the building while considering what the information he had just received. Yet it all boils down to what question. What artifact was so important that would make Ta'kir betray his obligations to the Wardens?

 

[Felix Astermo]

Location: Capital City, Royal Palace
Objective: Unmake the rogue elements.
Equipment: Sith Warblade, Fancy Robe & Mask.
Writing With: Elaena Kessia Miran & Second Son

It would have been much simpler had the Epicanthix favoured a more compact approach to palace building, but then the greater the challenge the greater the glory; the greater his exploits, the greater his reputation, the greater his reputation the more paths would open before him.

Besides, unfeeling exterior notwithstanding the heart of a Sith burned in his chest, longing for war and destruction only partially contained.

As the assassin showed the way and the sorcerer unleashed anarchy, that spark of longing blossomed once more, roaring to life as the Golden Magus brought his will to bear once more, earth rumbling, shifting, then roaring as a dozen spikes of condensed earth surged upwards, forming into fine points as they ripped through the remaining Ultranauts, leaving them standing as a gruesome warning for the rest of their treasonous ilk.

"These curs are no match for the power of the Dark Si-" Grunting as a blaster bolt struck him directly in the forehead, Aurum dropped to his knees, sword leaping from its sheath only to be impaled into the earth - and a wall of compacted dirt and stone rising to shield them.

"The sniper is hidden from my senses, somehow."

 

[UX-0626]

Objective: Silence the Anti-Aircraft Cannon
Location: Canthar - Panatha
Tags: Daeron (Proximity) Ladybug (Proximity) Darth Strosius

“Yes sir!”

Almost immediately, 626 moved after the Acolyte, sparing a final glance back at the wreckage of the dropship she had landed in, having miraculously survived a crash that had killed almost everyone in the vessel, with the exception of the Acolyte and herself. Nevertheless, the assault went on in spite of the deaths of her squadmates, leaving her alone with a Sith and an assassin, during her first real taste of combat.

Moving towards the anti-aircraft cannon, 626 placed her pistol on one of her magnetic hardpoints, before taking the massive pulse cannon from her back, a weapon her superiors had trusted her with, due largely to her high marksmanship scores. The Extinguisher was readied as they prepared to crest the hill where the anti-aircraft cannon was located, steadying the rifle on her arm as she scanned the top of the hill, drawing a quick bead on a squad of Eternal Truth soldiers who were preparing to engage the Sith and the assassin.

Sweeping her sights across the hill, 626 held her breath and lined her crosshairs up with the leading figure in the enemy formation. Moments later, she squeezed the trigger, firing off an unstable bolt of fusion plasma that found its mark in the chest of an enemy soldier with fiery and explosive results. Shifting her crosshairs over another target, she squeezed the trigger after feeling the heat from her last shot dissipate from the rifle’s frame, the bolt striking a soldier in the neck as she did.

From there, the assault on the anti-aircraft cannon seemed to begin in earnest.

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Armor
  • Sith-Imperial Legionnaire Combat Armor Mk. III
    • Undersuit
      • Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
    • Utility
      • Neural Band
      • Taozin Skin Nodule
      • Revealer
• Small Arms
  • “Extinguisher” Precision Pulse Cannon
  • SIF-7 ‘Minos’
    • Multi-Optic Holographic Sight
• Melee
  • Whimsy Knife
• Grenades and Explosives
  • Impact Grenade (2)
  • Thermal Imploder (2)

 

[Elaena Kessia Miran]

Kessia Miran
Chameleon, Knight Warden of the Wardens of the Shroud, Agent of Blackwatch, sithspawn, L’lerim’s right hand​

Location: Royal Palace, Capital City, Panatha
Equipment: Gildenweave Light Armor | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Simple robe | 2x Westar 34 blaster pistol | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Stealth field generator | G1 OmniLink | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet | Empyrean gland
Tag: Felix Astermo | Second Son

Arrogance again; maybe she should have said that there are quite a few trained Force Users among them? No, the seven-seal secret was that the Eternal Empire had organized Force Users. To cover the Warden even more, the Empress named the Spear that there is now an organized training. Jedi, Sith, and Gray, three leaders formed a great triumvirate anyway, using three completely different aspects of the Force. She didn't do it in the end, because the sorcerer had already begun casting another spell.

It killed the fun; at least for Kessia. She loved the actual fights, not this. There was nothing fun about that, but at least there was a little fun in the chaos. Some of the soldiers may have felt their presence or may have known where they were because they had been set on fire. As they expected Force Users, they were fired with solid ammunition. Clever. After all, Tacitus prepared them for this. Then a shot and the golden man was hit. As she said earlier, snipers…

”Yes, there are Force Sensitive agents in their ranks who were Blackwatch agents. And remember, there are Force Users in the Empire as well, even if we don’t have as centralized and organized training and education as the Sith Empire.” she shrugged.

To tell the truth, Kessia had a great time. She felt great satisfaction for the man being shot, yes she didn’t like the arrogant Sith. However, her joy changed very quickly and ceased when she felt what had happened. Behind the trees, there was a strong Dark side disturbance. She was sure that rogue Warden was or were with them. That would have been even the slightest bad, as she had expected.

However, she no longer expected to notice the next moment what was approaching them... three smoke demons.

”Feth that!” she said.

 

[Seela Leini]

Objective: Purge the Eternal Truth from the Skies
Location: Canthar - Panatha
Equipment: Sith-Imperial Armada Flight Suit Mk. II │ “Judicator” Adaptive Battle Rifle
Fighter: Nexus-E Starfighter - Dancer Ten
Tags: @Open

Even the juggernaut Sith-Imperial war machine floundered under the unceasing pressure of attrition.

SV-2121 was just another number, one of millions of strand-casts grown in the artificial wombs of the hidden world, sent out to fight a desperate war for the survival of the Empire. The biomechanical inhibitor chip in her brain ensured ultimate loyalty to the Sith, eliminating the possibility of defection or heretical thoughts, as had been the fate of so many once-loyal soldiers. She would follow the will of her masters without complaint, kill the enemies of the Empire without constraint, and pledge her loyalty to the Empire with every fabric of her being, without restraint.

In flying the TIE Nexus, the idea that she had been assigned such an outdated craft due to the immense strain on the manufacturing capabilities of the Empire in light of the ongoing war of attrition against the heretical New Imperial Order did not once cross her mind. The thought was simply erased as if it had never existed, for the seeds of heresy, such as doubt, disquiet, and distrust, could not be allowed to fester in the minds of the Empire’s servants.

Instead, 2121’s mind fixated on the positive aspects of the craft, ignoring the fact that it could be mistaken for a flying coffin. At the very least, the fighter seemed factory-fresh. Whether it had been refurbished from an old starfighter surplus yard or cheaply manufactured in overtaxed factory facilities was of no concern to her. She would fly it without question and put the machine to use in killing the enemies of her Empire.

And so, she did exactly that.

The layers of dense anti-aircraft fire did not faze her as she drove her machine down towards the city, meeting a veritable swarm of enemy fighters as they sought to shoot down the dropships her squad had been tasked with escorting. Hostile fire quickly cut through many of the dropships, sending the vessels careening down to the earth, along with their cargo of hapless Legionnaires. Angling her fighter to the left, 2121 drew a bead on a target just as the enemy pilot was preparing to fire on another dropship. The Twi’lek squeezed the triggers on her control sticks without hesitation, delivering a salvo of vengeful laser fire that ripped the enemy interceptor in twain. The kill triggered an instant dopamine hit, a programmed response which was further amplified by the biomechanical chip in her brain, urging the strand-cast pilot to fly more aggressively so that she could kill more...

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Ingrid L'lerim
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The passion that Ingrid held for her late husband was not lost on Joycelyn, even when she hid it. Passion was what drove the dark side of the Force, and she had lived steeped in its clutches her entire life. She knew well the kind of attachment that could form between two individuals with power in the Force, for good and for ill. She did not know much of grief, but she knew of possession. What plans the Eternal Empress may have for the future of her lover was not one she would tamper with needlessly.

"Rest assured, Runi Verin will not have any of our protection." "She has our blood, but that is where the familiarity ends." "In fact, I would like to bring her to heel myself, as I did with my brother on Bastion, and will do to any of my kin who work against the Empire."

She did not need to say much more in response to the Eternal Empress' assurances.

Yes, there was distrust from elements of the Sith Empire, but if played right, Vandiir's death could strengthen the alliance just as much as he did in life. Affection was a powerful motivator, but vengeance was twice so.

"We are." She smiled and turned to the city. "And may our victory be swift and decisive."

Speeders were offered, some of the bike variety and some more akin to light tanks. Joycelyn climbed onto one of the bikes. Her vehicle was different from the others, being both made to her size and shaped to match the black plate armour that encased her form. She was known to rite that vehicle into battle, to the front lines, where she would smash through opposition relentlessly to make way for her troops. As a princess and as an empress, she had not slowed down in her military escapades. After all, that was one of the reasons the legion idolised her and the people respected her.

"You have my word, Empress to Empress."

 

[Second Son]

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Objective: Bring The Traitors Ruin
Location: Inside the Capital City
Equipment: Sorcerer's Spellbook, Lightsaber
Tags: Felix Astermo Elaena Kessia Miran

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Smoke demons? The Son slowed his control of his spell and eventually cut it off completely to raise his gaze towards the incoming spirits. Another Sorcerer, in employ of the Eternal Truth? Intriguing. Whomever this was, the Son would have to extract their knowledge for his own. Snipers and Sorcerers and slungthrowers, oh my. It was good the Eternal agent was here. She and the golden one could deal with at least two of those. The book behind him once more flipped through the pages as he brought out his dagger and once more slashed across his palm.

"̶̠͚͔̖M̳̬̮͕͓i̸̟͚̖͎r̴͕j͉̘̘̗͘i̙̬̝̪̞̻̟ ̸ͅd̝i̪͔͕̳͓͍â͢ ̣̹͇̰͡S͇̦̯͈̦̜̗͟a̟̖̪t͍̝͚̙̬̩y̤̲͉̰̭i̶̳̥,"​

The blood that dripped from his palm shot out towards the incoming demons. It swirled with black and dark energy before turning to chains to wrap around the trio of smoke like beings as they came forward. They screeched and writhed about, but not for long. The chains would fade as they froze, then turned on the Eternal Truth. Second Son lowered his hand, clenching his fist to stunt the blood loss even a little. He'd been using quite a bit of spells. But it would be worth it. Woe be to those who insult the Zambrano household.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Near to the Capital, Panatha
Equipment: Brynja coat | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Empyrean gland
Tags: Joycelyn Zambrano | Telis Taharin-Zambrano (planned) | Open

But Ingrid was somehow different in this than most people in general. Others would have failed over to the dark side, but in her, in vain was there passion and in love with her dead husband with all her soul, she did not break the barrier that was within her. She was still suppressing all her feelings that were confusing that would have been needed to really be Sith, and she couldn’t even use her pain, passion or any other negative feelings.

In the old days, almost ten years ago, when Scherezade deWinter began teaching her, the woman said that one day she would have enough power to make planets dread her. If she had been able to use her pain and passion and feel the hatred and anger towards Runi Verin, she probably would have been. Thus, however, she did not approach the level of, say, Prazutis, or Carnifex, and still had to use the others’ emotions. It didn’t really bother the red-haired woman. She was able to do what she wanted to do, why should she have more power?

”Thank you, Empress!” she said honestly, she still has not mentioned their child, their son, she wanted to tell this Telis first.

She also tried to keep the alliance, but now she felt like an outsider. Yes, she chose the alliance mostly because of the man she loved, but it is true that if he had not been, she would have chosen to do so, only then she would not have fought so much during the war, or would have done it differently. So far, she felt like she was part of things, now she was just someone they tolerated, or not so much. After Jocyelyn agreed to join the others, Ingrid picked up the helmet of her armour and folded the hood over. She took off her coat and handed it to one of her officers, who was standing nearby. It was time to go to fight.

She also jumped to the biker to get started. Meanwhile, she also felt the presence of Darth Prazutis . Ingrid, too, has always fought in the front row, or just deep behind enemy lines, as an assassin and saboteur, in the most dangerous place. She, too, was loved and honoured by her men, perhaps not as much as Tacitus, who was a god in the Ultranaut’s eyes, but would still have gone to hell at her command. Nodded gratefully to the other woman.

”Then let's not stop until the palace quarter!”

She also said this then she set off in the direction of the palace, deliberately picking up a pace that Joycelyn, the other woman's plane, was more armoured, so she let go of first place as well, though the two vehicles approached each other on the street. The fighting on the outside was also in full swing, so they were not so much dealt with and could reach the border of the palace quarter surrounded by a wall in minutes.

 

[Daeron]

ANTI-AIRCRAFT CANNONS, CAPITAL CITY
UX-0626 Ladybug Darth Strosius

To the cannons…

Daeron, UX-0626 , and Ladybug journeyed toward the anti-aircraft batteries. Shortly after they got out of site from it, the Imperial transport Daeron and 626 rode on exploded. Daeron had set the ship to explode earlier in hopes that it would take out some investigating Eternal Truth soldiers.

When the trio reached the cannons, Daeron took the time to examine the structures. Multiple weapon platforms. A substantial amount of Eternal Truth soldiers. Then, 626 already began the attack.

Daeron ignited his lightsaber once more. He stood near 626 in order to block some incoming blaster fire as the Eternal Truth soldiers returned fire – hopefully giving 626 the opportunity to gun down more soldiers in the distance.

Meanwhile, Daeron’s eyes continued to scan the area. He noticed the massive power cables routed from the platforms toward what looked like a substation.

“We only need to take out the power!”

Daeron yelled. In a brief pause between Eternal Truth blaster fire, he pointed his lightsaber toward the substation.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Protect and recover the artifacts of the Sith, kill those who would defile and destroy them
Location: Running through the streets of the Capital
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Daeron / Ladybug / UX-0626 / Rath Nihro
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The city, even in its current state of action, still had plenty of places where one could hide or slip between the hotspots without much trouble. Thankfully Alisteri happened to be fairly decent at finding said spots of inaction. Of course he couldn't escape the excitement forever.

The red blade of his sabre retracted back into its hilt, the corpse of the soldier that it had just been embedded into slumping down to the ground next to the other body there as the acolyte made his way through one of the many alleys in the city. A small patrol of Eternal Truth soldiers, just two of them, had stumbled upon the masked man as he had been trying to get somewhere up high to try and find where these heathens might be taking some artifacts.

Suffice to say, those two soldiers did not last long even with the surprise advantage.

With that little distraction dealt with. Alisteri climbed back up onto the side of what he assumed to be some sort of housing building and looked out over the city. The proper attack was beginning now, he would just need to figure out where these book-burners were getting frantic.

 

[Ladybug]

Objective: Destroy Antt-Aircraft Cannon(s)
Location: Inside Capital City, Panatha
Equipment: Dark Blessings of Kuolema / Varjokävely
Tags: Daeron / UX-0626 / Rath Nihro / Darth Strosius

The rifle wielding woman led the charge, the male in the middle, and Mikilanna in the back covering the group's backside flank. The impromptu mission's success held many incoming lives in the balance, and it would be reckless of the newly formed pact to allow themselves to be gunned down from behind. During their heroic charge, a couple of more ships had been plucked out of the sky, more lives lost to the mechanical monster; and in return Mikilanna returned the favor, stopping from time to time repelling blaster fire back into the Eternals trying to cowardly to shoot them in the backs. After a painstaking run through the site-seeing wreckage of the capital, the trio arrived at their destination; only to see the objective swarming with ETs.

The rifle bearer wasted no time, plugging sleeping pills into the ETs. The man's name, as was the name of the woman firing with deadly precision, was unknown to Mikilanna. The prior engagement and the sprint through the city failed to provide them with proper introductions. Mikilanna listened as the man spoke, her eyes following where his blade was pointing. Power cables. That would do the trick. However, reaching them would be more than a daunting task. They were outnumbered even as the woman continuously dwindled the enemy's numbers.

"I'll draw the majority of the enemy toward me," she said powering up her blades. "Just deal with those power cables!"

Mikilanna, her speed and agility enhanced by the Force, headed toward the platform and the substation in a serpentine pattern; occasionally releasing a rocket from her wrist-launcher into the enemy ranks. The attacks coupled with her red blades flashing like a beacon, the enemy turned their attention collectively to the incoming attacker. Not all the enemy bit the distraction, but enough did leaving her companions an almost easy path to the cables. When she arrived at the platform, the substation a few feet above resting upon it, she drew upon her darkest emotions; fueling her with a passion and hunger to slay every ET that stood before her.

 

[Felix Astermo]

Location: Capital City, Royal Palace
Objective: Unmake the rogue elements.
Equipment: Sith Warblade, Fancy Robe & Mask.
Writing With: Elaena Kessia Miran & Second Son

These were not the common traitors he had been led to believe; they were organised, which was to be expected, but more than that they had Force Users integrated into their ranks. Competent ones, too, for conjuring demons was no simple matter or everyone would be doing it.

Silently staring at the spy, he eventually nodded. Something told him she knew exactly what this mysterious opponent was, but she was too good for him to glean more than that. Had the Eternal Imperials been training their own Sith in secret, perhaps under the late Tacitus? Hmm. There was always the possibility that these Darksiders were sourced elsewhere, of course - the heretics that left the Sith Order during the schism, perhaps?

"If you say so. I will distract them further, I suggest you get in position to finish the job."

Without stepping out of cover, he raised his hand towards the sky and with a clawed gesture brought down the fury of the elements upon the sniper nest, a bolt of lightning manifesting from clear air in order to strike their general area with a literally thunderous boom.

 

[Elaena Kessia Miran]

Kessia Miran
Chameleon, Knight Warden of the Wardens of the Shroud, Agent of Blackwatch, sithspawn, L’lerim’s right hand​

Location: Royal Palace, Capital City, Panatha
Equipment: Gildenweave Light Armor | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Simple robe | 2x Westar 34 blaster pistol | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Stealth field generator | G1 OmniLink | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet | Empyrean gland
Tag: Felix Astermo | Second Son

The case where someone regrets not bringing the sniper rifle with her. This was someone Kessia at the moment. She didn’t even have time to attack because the Sorcerer was already starting to cast a spell. Again. By that, she had already seized the demons, and the sniper was too far away, at least for her. Because Aurum, on the other hand, seemed to have solved it all easily. She should have had the sniper rifle, just because she couldn't do everything right in this situation. She felt pretty useless and grumpy, like a kid from whom her toy was taken away.

At work, she couldn’t show what her real feelings were anyway and very often she had to hide them, not to mention she had to play other roles, so now she was glad she could do it here. Kessia put her hands on her hip in a grumpy mood as she heard the cries, screams of death, as the demons arrived. Knew what they were capable of, but she hadn't had to fight something like that before. She had never been sent to kill sorcerers, or she just didn't know about it.

”Do you really have to ruin all the fun?” she asked in a grumpy voice.

Now she didn't have anything to do now, they had to wait for the sorcerer to be okay and the sounds to end with the fight as well. Kessia reached out to the Force to check how the demons were progressing, it took about half or a minute or so for all of them except one person to die, the only “problem” was that someone had even destroyed the demons, all of them! The shape-shifter was pretty sure this might have been one of the renegades Lord Commander.

”One is still alive, and this one killed the demons as well.” she had not moved yet, this was beyond her power category.

 

[Seela Leini]

Objective: Purge the Eternal Truth from the Skies
Location: Canthar - Panatha
Equipment: Sith-Imperial Armada Flight Suit Mk. II │ “Judicator” Adaptive Battle Rifle
Fighter: Nexus-E Starfighter - Dancer Ten
Tags: @Open

Starfighter pilots rarely lived to old age.

A bandit quickly drew a bead on 2121 after her first kill, the scanners in her HUD lighting up with warnings as the enemy pilot began to lock onto her. Almost immediately, she shifted her fighter into the atmospheric configuration, boosting maneuverability at the slight expense of speed in anticipation of an incoming missile.

Her instincts proved to be correct.

The missile came from her 9 o’clock, forcing 2121 to jink her craft to the left in an attempt to evade the guided projectile. All the while, the warnings vibrated against her ear cones, blasting her senses even as she put maximum Gs on her fighter, pushing the throttle to the limit in an effort to retain energy. Nevertheless, the missile held firm on her tail, having taken a sharp turn to double back onto her 6 o’clock.

Taking a deep breath, 2121 took another glance at her sensor readouts before segueing her fighter into the speed configuration, the wings shifting behind the cockpit as she angled her nose towards the ground and threw her fighter into a dive to burn away what was left of her potential energy, translating it into violent kinetic energy as the missile began to close back in. With the city quickly growing more prominent in her viewport, 2121 scanned the streets, her sharp eyes quickly picking out a closely-packed formation of Eternal Truth armor, a lucky find in a city that was full of densely-packed friendly and enemy units. A snap decision was made and 2121 immediately drove her fighter towards the formation, attracting attention in the form of small arms fire from the ground, which was of only modest threat to the integrity of her craft’s shields. All the while, the missile on her 6 o’clock grew closer, especially as she let off the accelerator in preparation for a last-ditch maneuver to evade the incoming rocket.

Quickly shifting her craft back into level flight, 2121 jerked back on the control sticks, momentarily inducing a stall as the nose of her fighter was thrown into a vertical position, to reach an apex of 95° angle of attack. The nose stayed up for only a split second before her fighter was torqued back into a forward pitch, returning the machine to level flight as she engaged the accelerator.

The missile overshot her by mere meters before slamming into the second tank in the enemy armor formation.