Exthracior! (OS DOMINION OF THRACIOR)

[Onasius Gruwel]

Objective: D
Location: Forest
Allies: OS
Enemies: Everyone else
Gear:Lightsaber, natural weapons, robes and light armor.
2/20

The cogs of war turned, sending seismic ripples through the Force. It wrought nothing but total chaos. This was the element in which Onasius thrived, this was where he felt at home among a galaxy filled with those he could never relate to. The sheer power of the reverberations in the Dark Side were likely enough to empower all the Sith planetside. The One Sith Order would eventually turn this planet into a nexus of the Dark Side, just as they did with every other planet their cruxed fingers befell. Whatever the acolyte Onasius was following was doing, he was likely feeling the same massive reverberations. Hopefully the assassin would find and best his query before he reached asylum amongst the tribes the Sith were tricking into subservience.

Whoever it was he was tracking was terrible at covering his tracks, however. The jungle environment made for moist and soft till. Boot marks were placed like breadcrumbs for Onasius. He followed the path, making sure to take more precaution in his own footfalls. The impressions he had been following seemed small, perhaps the acolyte was not a fighter, or perhaps they were female. It provided a much more enticing game for the predator. Gruwel wasn’t just hunting for the Sith, he was hunting for the blood. It would be quite the honor to offer up the righteously spilled blood of his fellow Sith. Even if it was non-Yevetha blood, they would likely bathe in its iniquity.

The bombardment of Sith fire from above was nearly deafening, explosion after explosion pummeling into the very soil they were trying to conquer. Cities, towns, villages, all subjects were treated equally among the One Sith. When it came to conquest, it was serve or die. Onasius made his way forward, deeper into the jungle terrain. It wouldn’t be long until he caught up with the other acolyte. His footsteps were becoming fresher and fresher. Perhaps his target had to stop, or perhaps another Sith had already discovered them. Dew claws at the ready, Onasius Gruwel was equipped for whatever was thrown at him.

 

[Froste]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Oodar Zelko"] | [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Kayden Ouron"]
Enemies: Traitors
Post:[5/20]

Cole watched his master perform a wide sweeping swing. He had named it the Sarlacc Sweep and commanded the two apprentices to copy the move, then practice it on a tree. Cole did as asked, and tried to copy the move as accurately as possible. He went through the motion a few times, until he was under the impression that he was copying it efficiently. Cole then stepped off, moving himself towards a nearby tree. Then, Cole began to perform the move against the innocent tree, causing many gashes in the tree.

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Objective - Her own sithy thing
2/20

There they were well one of them Bella slowed the speeder and looked upon the clan. How would they receive her? Would they battle at the moment they failed to recognize her?

Secretly she hoped that they would.

Leaving the speeder she walked towards them, already a small group was forming watching her as she approached.

They did not smile, nor laugh, nor hint at what their intent would be.

"Who are you?" A deep voice tinted with some age asked.

Bella smiled, "Who asks?"

A large man, tall broad in the shoulder narrow to the hip, muscled. Every inch of him broadcasted that he was the leader of this clan. Perfect she thought, "I do" his deep voice answered.

"If you want to know it, you'll have to fight me to learn it"

That provoked the response she wanted, and one that he clearly thought to enjoy as a smile slowly caressed his lips.

Bella brought out the escrima sticks, while the man brought out what looked a bit like a club. That wielded in the right hands, was going to hurt.

 

[Elijah Black]

Objective: A
Enemies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]
Posts: 2/20

Zylah was on her way back to her ship. Though she had been making progress, the mission as a whole was effectively a failure due to the sudden Sith invasion. They had simply been too late.

However, it would appear that the young Jedi Knight’s extraction would not be so simple as that. Between her and the ship, there was someone blocking her path… Though it was hard to identify the presence as wholly dark, it was certainly not light. Was it a Sith? The Force was, unfortunately for Zylah, strong in her.

But she was not one to shy away from a fight. She had fought Sith before, yet she still stood. That had been when she was simply a Padawan. Zylah was far more experienced now than she had been then. Though the details were unknown to her, both of her Sith encounters had since then grown to become Voices of the Dark Lord.

Knowing she most likely walked into a fight, she prepared her mind for the coming confrontation. If it could be avoided, she would seek to find that path. She had nothing to gain from engaging a single Sith on this day, and Zylah would strive to remain true to the Jedi Code, as imprinted upon her by her master, Corvus.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: C
Allies: OS
Enemies: Traitors
Post: 1/20

Rapax made sure all his weapons were sharpened and ready to be used he helped destroy assassins on Atrisia before but the fact that some ran to this place for shelter was a mistake for them and he will enjoy burning them alive and giveing their hearts to Mythos. He sent down his soldiers first to start marching and shooting any traitors they find and take no prisoners... this was a extermination for the OS traitors and he was leading the hunt for it and the risk to Mythos will be finally crushed forever along with this planet's freedom.

 

[Placeholder 04]

1/20

The traitors could not be allowed to live.

Mephirium fully intended to challenge the Dark Lord for his position quite soon, but there were other pressing matters that needed to be taken care of first. Chief among them being the traitor Atrisian legions that had come to hide on Thracior. If he was going to make a bid for power, then he needed to prove himself to the Imperial forces and their Sith allies first.

The Sith Lord's shuttle came to land not far from the area that the traitors were reported to hold. It was naught but a small bunker hidden within the hills. The spy drones had taken thermal images of the planet before Mephirium and his guardsman [member="Aelius Varangian"] had landed. The numbers within were not particularly high, but enough to prove a challenge.

Nothing the Sith Lord and his closest ally could not handle.

"We're dealing with traitors today Aelius," Mephirium remarked as he strode down the shuttle ramp, "A bit of irony, that." He snickered and drew his cowl over his face. "Are you ready to proceed?"

 

[Tyberius Fel]

1/20

The Imperial Royal Guard was still fatigued from his recent awakening. This however, would be an adequate test of his combat capabilities. If nothing else, crushing helpless opposition and 'rebels' was nothing foreign to a member of Palpatine's Royal Guard. "As you wish it, your majesty." Aelius nodded and stepped off of the shuttle ramp, black cloak fluttering in the gentle breeze of the planet. His eye caught that of a small lump -- a bunker -- nestled between idealistic hills. The Imperial Royal Guard inhaled and called his forcestaff to his hand with the aid of the force.

He prepared himself for his next orders.

 

[Sinistra]

1/20

She could see the drop ships leading in through the atmosphere, the coordinates relayed to them from OSI drones being operated by Sinistra's team. Dawson was particularly excited about the new toys, Fela was still missing although only to Fela. Sinistra had managed to find the wayward agent as an acolyte at the academy on Glee Anselm. She left her alone. She would deal with the wayward girl soon enough.

Right now she needed to focus on the job.

She opened a channel to the shuttle touching down. She had personally seen to it that [member="Darth Mephirium"] was given the coordinates to the operation. She wanted to see what he could do, if he had grown in his depth since the fateful meeting on Dromund Kaas. Sitting on a speeder bike, she fired off a message as she hit the accelerator.

::This is Sinistra. Welcome to Thracior. I'm enroute to the LZ, 2 mikes.::

As it tore across the landscape, she drew in a deep breath and let it out. It was time to go to work.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Mephirium could not help but crack a smile.

He turned to face the guardsman and folded his arms over his chest as [member="Sinistra"] spoke over the comm. He took a moment to simply take the planet in; draw in a deep breath, and ready himself for the task ahead. The force knew what awaited them, and Mephirium felt that he could make an educated guess. They would be dealing a crippling blow to the traitors; they would show what happened to those who stood against the Sith.

"Your loyalty is always comforting Aelius," he spoke honestly, "Now, a Sith Lord is going to be joining us by the name of Sinistra."

He saw the speeder approaching in the distance. "Do try to make a good first impression."

 

[Tyberius Fel]

The Royal Guardsman never cared much for the concept of Sith Lords -- despite serving, twice now, the leader of the Sith Order -- the idea of arbitrarily inflicting your whim based solely on power, to display psychotic disregard for those not only your enemies and your allies? Entirely contrary to his values of order and displicine. Nevertheless, his new-found Emperor seemed to hold this figure clad in crimson armor, dashing forth on a speeder in high regard by the tone of his voice. It would remained to be see this 'Sinistra' combat value, but by her very name he already had a bad feeling.

 

[Placeholder 04]

The message came in a few moments later. [member="Sinistra"] would be a bit late to the party. The duo would need to move ahead on their own, the Mephirium had no problem with such. He did not doubt the abilities of the guard captain, and he knew he could easily hold his own against stormtroopers. Reaching for his lightsaber, the Sith Lord motioned for Aelius to follow him.

"She'll join us in a bit," he began to walk toward the bunker, "Evidently she needs to take care of something." He lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug and turned his attentions back to the bunker. It was well dug-in, and any strikes from the air were easily dealt with from the facility's AA guns. They would need to breach their way in through the front door and deal with the men from there.

"At the very least, this might prove to be exciting."

[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Aelius nodded dutifully yet again. With a flicker of his thumb across the activation switch, his forcestaff sizzled to life with a current of lethal electricity, enough to kill on contact and even sever limbs. He strided behind his Emperor, speaking sparsely.

"Is this 'Sinistra' a capable warrior? Leader?" Aelius questioned.

He found it in his experience, that it was unquestionably vital to know the people you were working with in order to achieve victory.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Mephirium lofted a brow as Aelius asked his question. In truth, he did not have much of an answer for the guardsman. [member="Sinistra"] was vastly an unknown. The woman had come to him on Dromund Kass - rather, they had run into one another. From there, she had helped him commune with the spirits of his dead mentors; both his father and the long-passed Darth Vulcanus.

"She has great power, though I've never seen her fight," the Sith Lord admitted, "Truthfully, I've no idea how she'll perform. However, given what I have actually seen, I would expect her to hold her own." A simple answer, though it was all he could give.

The bunker was not far now. It was quite likely one of their guardsman had caught sight of the cloaked Sith Lord and his armor-clad companion.

Mephirium ignited his lightsaber. The cyan blade rose just moments before a blaster bolt crashed into the ground at its wielder's feet.

"I don't think they're pleased to see us."

[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

With a twirl of the forcestaff, Aelius deflected a blasterbolt back into a unfortunate sniper, who collapsed into a heap, a steaming hole in his armored breastplate. Tensing up briefly, Aelius allowed the force to flow throughout his muscles, revitalize him and give him a inhuman set of strength and reflexes. "In some cultures, this is a polite greeting." Noted Aelius in a completely deadpan tone.

With a burst of force rippling through his legs, he leapt forth, intending to clear a forward path to the distant bunker.

[member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

Mephirium couldn't help but find himself surprised with Aelius' skill. Not even he could deflect a blaster bolt so accurately. Cracking a thin amused little grin, the Sith Lord followed after his guardsmen. Aelius found himself assailed by a small detachment of traitor stormtroopers. The men were a forward guard, a response team if nothing more. Few survived his initial onslaught - they were not trained to deal with the guardsman.

Then the men on the roof became involved. Two manned small E-Web style turrets and opened fire on the two attackers. Mephirium fell into an all-too-familiar defensive stance and batted the bolts aside, approaching slowly across the field. More soldiers were already beginning to file out of the bunker to join the defense.

Well this isn't very good.

Calling out to the force, Mephirium reached out with invisible tendrils and wrenched one of the turrets up from its bindings. The gun twisted and bent under the weight until it finally broke from its ground-bolting and flew from the roof. One turret taken care of.

[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

[member="Darth Mephirium"]

Aelius was adept at working in synergy with his allies. Military training as a Stormtrooper officer and then, a Royal Guard had it's boons afterall. As he witnessed his master demolish a turret with a flicker of his mind, he similarly lifted a single hand to the remaining emplacement. Unfortunately, Aelius was not as skilled as Mephirium in raw force power and thus the Royal Guard waited a moment until the turret was about to fire another shot and quickly enveloped the barrel with a force barrier, causing the explosive shot to implode inwards.

"Eliminated, my Lord." Aelius reported.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

3/20

Onasius’s thirst for blood was growing stronger and stronger with each stride of his predatory legs. It had been quite some time since the Yevetha had felt this sort of rush while hunting. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact the other Sith knew he was being hunted that did it for him, or the fact his prey would never truly understand what terrible horror the Sith had wrought on him as his judgement. Either way, this hunt would be one that Gruwel remembered for some time. This acolyte’s death would hopefully be a stepping stone on the stairway to Onasius’s ascension to power.

Worn black leather boots danced over the twisting roots and greenery of the forest floor. His nimble muscles and quick pace allowed him to get closer to the target by the second. He could start to smell the sweat in the air, the enemy had fear coming out of his pores. Sweating was something foreign to Yevetha as a whole, and it seemed to be an interesting evolutionary disadvantage to Onasius. Sweat was associated with wear and tear, strain, general signs of weakness. It meant you were tired, and Yevetha never grew tired.

He finally arrived to a clearing in the jungle. The chaos of the war totally surrounded him in all of its glory. There were no longer giant trees to hide under, no thick foliage to deafen the screams of the battlefield, nothing could cover the true might of the One Sith. Onasius reveled in its glory, he may have viewed every being in this galaxy as below him, but even he could do nothing but appreciate the Sith’s dedication to the slaughter of all those who stood against them.

He would relish in this bloodbath, allowing the Darkness to use him as its twisted conduit. The assassin would be the herald of this planet’s new and eternal darkness. It was now, for the first time since he joined the One Sith that Onasius would raise his voice. He would call to his target, who he knew was quite close now, he would taunt him with his inevitable demise. The Dark Side would carry his voice far beyond his physical capabilities. It wasn’t quite a Force Scream, but more of a guttural Dark Side growl into the souls of all those who bore witness to his macabre presence.

“Do you hear that?!” His voice dripped with darkness like a pen dipped in the blackest of ink. He spat the words into the air, allowing his gnarled voice to sound off among the trees, and over the screaming barrage. Onasius knew the chase was coming to a close and it was time to seal the deal. “Come and face your judgement. The One Sith demand it.” He extended his dew claws, allowing the full horror of his being to set in. He was nothing short of a demon sent to destroy all who opposed himself and the will of the One Sith.

 

[Darth Hashira]

The rebels skirted from the base like rodents from a fire. The One Sith troopers gunned them down like the dogs they were, every last one of them. Blaster bolts flew across the battle field as Oodar ran into the fray trying out his new ability of force speed. He sped up to a soldier then concentrated on her, ripping her arms out of her sockets using telekinesis. Exhausted from this battle, he slayed a few more troops with his saber but then went back to the group of drop ships. ''Lieutenant, the force has left me, I am exhuasted. I have no doubt that you all are capable enough to finish this battle. Bring me a ship, I will report my success to my master.''

''Master, the rebels have been defeated'' Oodar would radio to [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] ''The use of my powers has left me exhausted, I am leaving the battle. I feel something strange....the force, it's calling me to Hoth. I will venture there and attempt to contact you there when I land.''

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Objectives:
Arepare your militia and enter the war-zones of Thracior, destroy, enslave or recruit clans for the One Sith, but beware, recruiting one clan will cause the animosity of the other. Let none remain who oppose the Emperor!
B: Increase proficieny in newly acquired ability, Pyrokenisis.
Allies: OS
Enemies: Tribal Warlords
Post: 2/20

"Sir, artillery has finished the remaining enemies." he stated.

Krayzen smirked, then ordered for the troops to move out. The Anzat was going to improve his grasp of his newly acquired ability, Pyrokenisis, and he was certainly happy that the tribes of Thracion would serve as good tests for him. "Reporting in sir." a communication officer stated. "HQ has given us a list of targets of tribes in this sector that threaten our allies."

"Okay. Have the bombers target this coordinates. Make sure that OS IFF tags correspond with their computers so that our fellow men are not targeted. I don't want to have any friendly fire incidents.

​

A Few Hours Later​

"You know the plan don't you." Krayzen stated.

"Sir yes sir" one of his deputies relied.

"Then let us begin."

After they had spoken the communications had stopped, and Krayzen prepared himself to attack. The officer, and his unit had been ordered by Krayzen to retreat, where they would join Krayzen's unit. Did Krayzen know his officer and his unit could beat the people of Thracior? Yes. Krayzen however had ordered him to retreat in orrder for his men to eliminate five large tribes of Thracior at once, and finally eliminate the enemies in the sector. He had made sure to do this at night, and since the people of Thracior didn't have any equipment to see at night, while Krayzen's men could, they were certainly at a technological advantage.

The Anzat could sense his officer's men arrive in an open plain. Krayzen had ordered his men to execute a forward crescent formation where they would maximize on power of their weapons. As his officer's men arrived in the middle of the crescent formation, Krayzen ordered his men to activate their night vision goggles, and had them attack. He ordered his men to move back in order to protect themselves, while also moving away from the range of the tribes' spears. The Anzat also gathered some of his force energy into his hand, and fired balls of pyrokenisis in order to finish his enemies.

This continued for at least five minutes, and soon, the warlord's men dwindled down to ten men. The Anzat used the force and sent a stream of telekinesis energy toward one of his enemies, and they came toward him. As they arrived, he ran, and sliced them into two in a diagonal powerful strike. Fortunately for Krayzen, he had not wasted all his force reserves using pyrokenisis, and had spent the remainder of his time cutting down any spears that could threaten his men.

"Tell HQ that our job here is done. I think it is time we go eliminate some traitors."

 

[Kayden Ouron]

Objective: C
Allies: Oodar Zelko | Konrad von Grimmelshausen | @Forste
Enemies: Traitors
Post:[5/20]

Kayden's display with a lightsaber was not as impressive as his lightning display but it was passable. Kayden kept swinging until he memorized the movement then went to cut up another poor tree.