Faction Everyone Needs A Place To Call Home (Inquisitorius)

[Lin Zanula]

Daxa Zuul Alina Tremiru Kyrilu Storm-wracked Rhynne Urdreth Venn Kolis Dyyr T'Pada
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“We’ve had to adapt to circumstances. Get you men on these guns! I’ll pull the drones back and ready them for another charge. If we keep this momentum, the city will crack by daybreak!”

Lin nodded.

"The Inquisition will arrive with the rest of the Legion in the morning; we will break these Calian defenders before she arrives."

At once, she issued orders to the Venatores. Soon enough, several had taken control of the repeaters and heavy guns that still worked, and fired into the back of the fleeing enemy, the rest taking to the sky to fall upon the enemy and destroy those that had fled the fastest. Against the city walls they slew the soldiers, flamethrowers and cannons ripping through them. At their head was the Fifth Sister herself, blades flashing as she cut down those that dared to stand and fight. In a few minutes, there were no Calians left resisting outside the city.

"They have been destroyed," Lin reported matter-of-factly as she returned to T'Pada, wiping off the blood from her armour.

"I suggest your men camp here, close to the city, and prepare for further orders to assault the city in the morning once the Legion arrives to destroy the T'Syriels on the other side of the city." Without waiting for a reply, Lin led her Venatores back into the treeline to consolidate and scout the perimeter.

Morning came, with Lin resting against a ruined fortification on a hill overlooking this side of the city while her men underwent field repairs on their equipment. The hunt was a thrill, but she needed to rest before the final stage of the battle against the city. Already she could hear Daxa Zuul 's army arrive on the other side of the city. She waited, pondering the war and the future of the Inquisition.

 

[Daxa Zuul]

Their blades clashed, searing red against dull silver. The commander grit his teeth and snarled, pressing down against Daxa’s saber. The Sith laughed in his face and twisted her blade, shifting aside. The T’Syrielian stumbled, fumbling to get his sword back up in time to block her next blow. His death was near. Daxa could taste it.

Around them, the battle raged. The AT-OTs pelted the T’Syrielian lines while the 67th harried the flanks of their formations. The battle lines she had drawn up called for a thin middle with heavy flanking detachments, the middle lines only there to protect the AT-OTs from saboteurs. Under the heavy fire of the walking behemoths, the T’Syriel lines couldn’t advance, and surged outward instead, opening up to circle her own flanks.

She needed her air support. And for that, she needed the anti-air cannons destroyed.

Her world focused down to a singular, intrinsic principle of the code that guided her unholy faith. Victory.

Her saber blurred in her hands, a streaking pennon of burning red light. The commander made a valiant effort, but his defense faltered, his movements growing grantic, his footwork sloppy. Fear had wormed its way up into his mind like a slithering beast, and bit deeply into his heart.

She went low- their blades met, the force of her swing knocking his sword out of alignment- and then she snaked out a hand to grip his neck in the Force Immediately, he drew energy to rebuff her, and in that moment, she plunged her saber into his gut. His eyes were still widening in shock when she ripped it through, cutting him in half.

She sprinted away before the top half of his body hit the ground, racing for the cannons. The T’Syriel had turned their siege cannons around, intending to deploy them against her AT-OTs. She couldn’t allow that to happen. But she had to destroy the anti-air cannons.

Decide, Daxa!

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The field where the cannons hovered in dense rows exploded in a shower of fire and earth. The sound was deafening, drowning, for a moment, the rising song of violence. The scouts, she realized, savage delight twisting her face into a wide grin.

From the near gate into Illryiaqum, a sortie of Calians surged forward on speeders armed with missiles, launching forth a heavy payload at the siege cannons. The sky lit again with the fire of explosions. Above the plumes of smoke, her gunships swooped down to lay waste to the T’Syrielian army.

Through power, she thought, as she marched forwards towards the gate, I gain victory.

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