Skirmish Fall of an Empire | EE & Maw

[Onrai]

Objective: Break a world
Allies: Marlon Sularen CETCOM Kurineth Cull
Enemies:

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Asaaj En Kelsani

The Keeper and Claw moved towards the assault frigate. The Keeper began firing its shield leech weapons at the Bloodknight, its turbolaser batteries further reinforcing its assault on the enemy warship while its laser cannons fired on the starfighter complement sent its way. The Claw's forward beam cannon lanced across space to hopefully strike the frigate and inflict significant damage as the diamond boron missile launchers began rapidly launching ordnance at the enemy vessel. The composite beam lasers, used for anti-fighter work, lanced across space and struck at enemy fighters with pinpoint accuracy, though the attack on both vessels was somewhat wearing on them. The Keeper was somewhat reinforced by the leeching effect reenergizing its shields, but the Claw was suffering a bit more.

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Vigil II-class Corvette | Keeper | 300m | 100 | 85
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw | 200m | 100 | 78

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Aeshi Tillian Mnoi Akûti

The arrival of a freighter, presumed to be civilian, was problematic enough. When the freighter opened fire on Mawite fighters, however, one of the squadrons of Onrai's fleets that had jumped in to engage the Eternals broke away from its cover of the battleship they had launched from, coming to intercept the hostile vessel. 6 Eightgun assault fighters and 6 Forge interceptors moved towards it - the Eightguns fired a salvo of seeker cluster missiles at range before opening fire with their eight xaser cannons as they got closer. The Forges followed behind them, primarily to ensure no one could come and strike them from behind.

Pilot | Ship Type | Shields | Hull
Alpha 1 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 2 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 3 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 4 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 5 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 6 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 7 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 8 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 9 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 10 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 11 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 12 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100

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Felmorante L'lerim

"You want it, do you?" Onrai smiled, sensing the excitement of Kurineth Cull at the possibility of fulfilling her parasitic nature and taking a hostform to walk amongst the galaxy. "Then go and take it." Onrai let loose Kurineth from within her form, giving the girl free reign to pursue her prey.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

THE REQUIEM
Mnoi Akûti Onrai Asaaj En Kelsani Felmorante L'lerim

"Because I liked your grit," Aeshi said, eyes roving across the command console and the sensor displays. A cloud of dots appeared behind them and she leaned forward, watching the show with one eye. "Damn. You poked the hornet's nest. Torpedoes incoming."

And a dozen fighters, which was more than she anticipated to draw in with a freighter. Soon space flared to life as a storm of xasers hammered past and around them.

"Angle the deflectors to the rear," Aeshi said automatically, before looking forward again through the cockpit. The ships were small but heavily armed. The ship shuddered as some of the blasters slammed into the rear shield. "Prep concussion missiles."

Her hands danced across the controls, watching the tiny dots that traced the appearance of the torpedoes. "Releasing copycat pod."

The freighter shuddered briefly as the pod was ejected from the rear of the freighter, spitting out at a right angle. Several of the torpedoes split off to follow the new transponder. "Tractor shroud on standby."

She didn't have chaff. "Switch the comms system to jamming, see if you can block the rest of the targeting computers."

Now it was time to do what she did best- fly. Aeshi closed her eyes and opened herself to the Force, letting it flow through her and filling her with sensations and instinct. By all standards, she wasn't a powerful Force user. Most Jedi Knights were stronger than she, but none of them flew like she could.

And right now, that was what mattered. Her fingers rested lightly on the controls and then danced between the yoke, the throttle, the power controllers. "And better hold tight."

It wasn't much of a warning, all things considered, as she flung the ship into a tight, downward spiral, hurtling below the primary plane of engagement.

 

[Mercy]

Maijan Paisea | Corbin Vasher
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She was still waiting on Maijan's reply.

Part of Mercy hoped she'd argue against her. Mostly because her greed rivaled her own and sometimes even surpassed it. This was presumably why they worked together so well. Either way, before Maijan could respond, two things happened at the same time. Her eyes widened a fraction. This made Mercy frown and she saw a reflection, enough of a glimmer to know there was a problem.

Even with this Mercy would have been impaled.

But then her eldritch right arm - tattooed and warped into a parasitic connection to ancient creatures - flared up and became alive. Her hand squeezed hard into the vault, causing the durasteel metal to warp and groan in response.

This might give Corbin a split-moment warning.

Right before Mercy whirred around and they met face-to-face. Mercy grinned up as Corbin's lightsaber slashed into the edge of her shoulder rather than run her through her chest. Then she smashed the heavy vault from the side, to crush Corbin or at least send him flying into one of the walls next to them and create room.

"M, get the loot and get out, I will deal with this."

She carelessly dropped the vault to the side.

In the middle of the clash his saber had seared through the vault. It was spilling credits and corusca gems. Mercy was heedless of this. Her natural greed surpassed by the pain flaring through her shoulder.

"Ah... and who is this." Mercy rolled her shoulders and ignored the pain. meatmeatmeatmeat. "A meal? A plaything..." She pulled out her cleaver.

"Come then. Try again."

 

[Maijan Paisea]

THE TRICKSTER
KALIDAN | CAPITAL | ART MUSEUM​

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Mercy usually got whatever she wanted. She was a hard person to say no to. And even if you said it, even if you meant it, she could override with a flick of her finger. Or less. Nobody but Mercy's desires mattered.

So it was pretty surprising for her mountain-sized to curb her own insatiable appetite for anything that'd perpetuate her greed. Which was kind of disappointing because Maijan was a huge fan, and previous profiteer, of greed.

She blinked once, slowly.

"Did we?" She egged, mostly because she wasn't sure if Mercy had the right eye to distinguish value from just stuff. Maijan'd been around enough of both to argue that she, in fact, did have the eye for it. And there was an ancient crown in the next two rooms over, one of the first to sit on the head of an Empress or something, that was decorated in gems that would ——

Or the vault. The vault was good too. That was probably where the real gems were anyway. The crown a few rooms over, just behind some glass, was probably fake.

She was about to say something, maybe a compliment, when the tell-tale fwoooom! of a lightsaber filled the otherwise silent museum. She looked up, feeling stupid for how belated her reactions were. She was just a mortal now. But this was the perfect reason for both her wants and needs to collide to the perfect necessity of do it.

Into the packet slung around her torso she went, dug out the vial that bubbled greenish liquid, and gulped it down while Mercy went about doing what Mercy did best. Innovative carnage with an excuse to flex her meticulous muscles.

The vial's contents burned down her throat. They always did. She was addicted to the heat by now, because she knew at the end of it, woah. Kaleidoscopic pops of brilliance bounced around her peripherals, bubbling and enhancing the entire scope of her sight. Her muscles felt stronger, her senses felt more in tune, her thoughts clearer.

"M, get the loot and get out, I will deal with this."

Tink, tink, tink, tink, clunk — all those credits spilling out sure looked appealing. It was...a bit of a shame the clean containment of the vault had been destroyed by the nuisance Jedi weapon. And she felt a little stupid dropping to her knees behind the fight to scoop and clammer and pick them up. Stupid because duh! She had the Force again now!

Her skin flushed, and she stumbled back to the transport crate she'd been operating with before. She gestured once, tapping into that which had eluded her for years — the telekinetic side of The Force. In a neat trail, like a swirl of money, all those spilled credits filled the open space in the crate like sand over boulders. Finding space wherever they could until the brim was full.

Getting out of here was one thing, but she hadn't cast illusions in so long. Did she really want to leave?

She pouted for a minute, while dragging the crate a bit more out of the way, and kept an eye on the scene to see if it was worth the defiance.

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ALLIES | THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | Mercy
FOES | THE ETERNAL EMPIRE | Corbin Vasher

 

[Asaaj En Kelsani]

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Location: Aboard ENS Bloodknight
Objective: Engage in defensive operation
Tags: Onrai Felmorante L'lerim
Loadout

Asaaj smiled at the response from Felmorante L'lerim and genuinely wished the girl luck, to throw herself out there unprompted was noble and brave and she briefly wondered what the princess might look like with facial tattoos, but then dismissed her daydreaming as the first volleys from the opposing ships began to impact her shields. The viewer darkened automatically to reduce the flare effect as multiple explosions dotted the outer shields. The shields held but the fierce barrage from the two ships would deplete them over time. The powerful point defence systems and anti-missile technology warded off the worst of the fire, but it was impossible to prevent everything getting though.

Her vessel was specifically designed to combat capital ships so the fire it could put out was withering, even so, the two vessels combined probably out gunned her. She mused about the possibility of disabling one of them via a boarding strike, after she became commander of this brutal little warship she requested it be extensively modified into an aggressive boarding platform.

"Please can you give me solutions for a boarding assault on the closest vessel and begin preparing tractor beams and force tubes." she requested to her operations commander and then sent a signal for her marines to begin preparations, she would take her revenant warriors if needed, but these small vessels, in the midst of a larger battle were hard to Justify as important enough targets for her to leave her bridge. It would be a shame for her to be court martialed simply because she wanted to have a little fun.

The three vessels were now withing unaided visual range and Asaaj could see the silhouettes of the vessels between weapon flares. Her fighters were strafing the enemy vessel taking pot shots and trying to avoid laser fire but Asaaj was not worried about the drones as they were expendable. Several had now detached from the fight to pursue Felmorante and provide her with cover.

Spoiler: tldr

ENS Bloodknight enters battle stance and opens fire with most of its weaponry on the Keeper while the starfighter complement begin to put pressure on the shields of the Claw along with several in arc weapons from Bloodknight

The Bloodknight is moving in closer to maximise its firepower and intiate boarding if the oppurtunity arises. Shields are taking damage

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[Zachariel Steelblood]

Objective: Free Ingrid
Equipment: Weapons
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim | Kyrel Ren | Closed

Ingrid told him to run, how... noble of her. Her words made him sigh, because even now she thought of others before herself, put their needs before her own. In a way, it was admirable, but eventually it became annoying and predictable. To an extent, it was endearing that she cared so much for him, but Zachariel also knew that she'd put anyone else before herself as well. Quietly snorting to himself, Zachariel's gaze shifted between the two for a moment. He had heard her moan in pain not moments before, but chose to ignore it.

Inwardly though, that simple noise surprised him. He knew just how much she was able to withstand, how much training she had received to hide any and all emotions. Revealing that she was in any pain at all, that surprised him, though his thoughts were well hidden. Instead, the warlord simply chuckled as Kyrel snapped at Ingrid. Kyrel would no doubt try to prevent Zachariel from leaving, while Zachariel himself had no desire to leave in the first place, at least not without Ingrid. They all knew that, even if Ingrid wouldn't verbally admit it.

Nodding as Kyrel continued speaking to him, the warlord simply watched his counter part. They both knew his loyalties lay with the Maw, Ingrid herself knew that he worshiped the Avatars. Nothing and no one would change that, even Ingrid knew that, which meant Kyrel would know the same. Still, Zachariel knew better than to backtalk Kyrel now, when things were so tense, so he simply ignored his hostile tone. Of course Kyrel would be hostile to him with all that he knew, it would make him question a great many things about the warlord himself. Still, as Kyrel spoke of the Dark Side, Zachariel couldn't help but laugh.

"The Dark Side?" His laughter grew before he stopped, chuckling slightly before continuing. "You know well my thoughts on the Dark Side, on the Sith. I care so very little about the Force in general, it's a weakness that far too many rely on. Light or Dark, it matters little. Only the will of the Avatars matter, and the strength to fulfill their wishes."

"You know I worship the Avatars, you know my devotion to them. None can doubt that all I've done has been in their honor, fulfilling their will across the galaxy." Uncrossing his arms, Zachariel took a step forward as he glared at Kyrel. "Everything I have done has been in their name, including her."

There was truth to his words, that much Kyrel would be able to sense. Much of what he'd done with Ingrid had been to promote his own ends, to fulfill his own goals. That he had also fallen in love with her, that much was known between the three of them, but the full extent and truth, perhaps less so. Even then, it was useful, even if it was true that they loved one another.

Shaking his head, Kyrel motioned to Ingrid.
"No. I would say we use her to break the Eternal Empire. They truly love their Empress, seeing her broken and beaten would break them. Making them believe we killed her before them, they would act rashly, leaving themselves open to exploitation."

Lowering his arm, Zachariel chuckled darkly.
"Of course she wouldn't die, she's far too useful for that." Shaking his head, he looked towards Ingrid, taking in her all but broken form. "All I would know is, what is she worth to you?"

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Objective: Survive (?)
Location: The Devourer
Equipment: N/A || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Kyrel Ren | Zachariel Steelblood | Closed
Allies/Enemies: Open

[ Incense and Iron ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

There was really only one reason why Ingrid was showing any pain at all to others, and that was because she wasn't conscious yet. This was probably also felt in the Force, since the woman always hid her presence in the Force, but at this moment, her aura in the grey, which can be said to be neutral, was perfectly tangible, powerful. When she was conscious, she never made the mistake of letting others know she was a Force user. It only happened when she wanted it to.

As she began to hear and understand the words more and more that Kyrel and Zach spoke to each other, she began to understand more and more what was happening around her. Even at this moment, she was like someone just recovering from a fainting spell or a prolonged coma. Everything is incomprehensible, the world is too fast, thinking is too slow.

While the two men were talking, if they were also paying attention to Ingrid, they could soon notice that the woman's soft whimpering had stopped and her previous deep, even breathing, which was characteristic of sleep, had ceased. She could definitely feel the pain now, but she was able to suppress it. It wasn't bothersome anymore, she was used to this pain. The conscious part of her mind tolerated it better than her subconscious.

When she opened her eyes, she saw her own red hair and the dark floor. She was already able to sense the kyber crystals piercing her body. The light still hurt her eyes, so she had to blink a few times, not to mention that it brought tears to her eyes, but thankfully they disappeared after a few moments. It took a few more blinks for her blurred vision to clear.

She finally heard Zach say, she almost laughed, did she really think she could trick Eina with that? Although now she was able to tell that he was probably bluffing. Or at least the red-haired woman really hoped that was the case. She finally raised her head just as Zach looked at her. The woman looked at her lover with her blue eyes. She didn't look nearly as broken now, despite her situation. Her nobility, her demeanour was there again, now that she was awake.

In the next moment, Ingrid's power disappeared from the Force, as instinctively, she immediately hid herself, even in this situation. For those who have been on the ship in recent months and felt her power continuously, it will probably be even more noticeable. And it can make it clear to everyone that…

… the Eternal Empress has reawakened after many months.

 

[Nukth Kelga'an]

Fall of an Empire
Last Man Standing​

N. Kelga'an, Banshee-Actual

The Empire Third Sector Defence Forces First Anaxsi Free Brigade -- Second TodHusars Regiment 'Banshee' Company IV Berzingue From Anaxes Consequences of a Sudden Stop -- Part II​

Interacting with: DECEASED Aron Gowrie
878, Fort 'Wulfngard', Arcenon Province, Kalidan

Kelga'an felt better when he saw that Aron's reaction was more or less his -- but this didn't erase what the Governorate did to him and, more importantly, his career within the Firsts. The only people who had shown empathy when Vourc'h reprimanded Nukth were the Banshees, the ones he called his Sons. Then, officers within the 2nd Regiment understood that Delmas wasn't a warrior, nor a soldier; he was there because of politics and little schemes brought by the Colonel within the TodHusars Corps. Helped by time and resignation, the Sieur learned how to deal with it. As he heard in his young years that somehow Jedi Generals once led soldiers on the greatest battlefields in the whole galaxy, he knew that those troops had had to adapt the orders they were receiving so everyone would have eventually been safe. Nukth had to do quite the same, right now, dealing with a man that had been put there without any knowledge or anything, only bred and raised by Imperial propaganda -- not even Anaxsi propaganda, which was for sure the less bad one of the two -- and the man had got several times to show his inability during combat situations.

Some Hussars thought that Nukth should show more respect and gratitude because he hadn't been downgraded in the public square. But to Nukth and his Sons, Delmas should better be grateful towards the Captain because he could show him the true aspects of what being an actual leader for his troops was. Glancing at Gowrie, the Sieur couldn't help but let a little grin appear on his face as Lord Aron was understanding the situation. He seemed truly bored and annoyed by Delmas. But also more tired than usual -- or than the last time the lads had seen each other. One single year could have changed a lot of things in their respective lives...

«Likewise, my young friend,» the Kellas quicky answered, not wanting to show his trouble to the unreliable Lt. Colonel Delmas, «From the death of a planet to the death of an entire realm. Where next will they throw our ilk to weather the storm, I wonder?»

Nukth shrugged in a silent answer. The situation couldn't be as hard to manage as Panatha had been. Losing an entire quarter of his unit -- and a planet at the same time -- had been no pleasure cruise for the now-old Captain. Iridonia had ended in a terrible way too, but this had only been collateral damage for the Banshees as most of them were eventually turned to the bright side of the Force after the battle. Nukth, who was accustomed to living a life far from any mention of the Force understood its power at this very moment. For a couple of hours, his Sons had been no more. And it was more terrifying to think about it now that the issue was solved. «Nothin' can be worse than Panatha... Or I hope I'll never meet it if it does exist, in fact. 'Heard that you've got your own plans as usual, don't ya?»

Delmas was about to say something about the mission for the one they had been sent here but the Sieur showed him to not say anything with his hand. Suffering in silence -- as if this man could suffer or even feel anything else than natural superiority because of the place he had been bred in --, the officer kept his mouth closed as Nukth came closer to Aron.

'The Crucible' as the Kellas described it was sort of a mess as usual. Something you couldn't escape from without letting a part of your soul behind you and your loved ones. But this was part of a bigger plan. And Nukth knew it more than anyone. Over the years, the Sieur understood that there was a huge probability that he would never see his homeworld freed from the plague of the Galactic Alliance; but his involvement in this project wasn't just for him, but for his Sons -- and his actual son too. On every and all topics, Amaranthe was the absolute opposite of his father but the young man deserved to live on Anaxes for the longest part of his life. Their differences had never been a problem for the Sieur.

Switching his HUD to the Free-State's display, Nukth checked the information that he had at his disposal. The situation wasn't bad as he could have thought. But it would not be easy for all that.

«So... Which side are we startin' by...?»​

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[Felmorante L'lerim]

TOTAL WAR

Equipment: Aspara Armor over Viper Mk. I Skinsuit, Dark Purple pair of Wrist Dazzlers, 4 Whimsy Knives, 3 Terminus Shivs, 4 Explosive Knives, 1 Scherezade Blade, 2 Sticky Glitter Grenades, 2 Giggle Grenades, 2 Pink Vapor Grenades, 4 Microdetonators
Ship: The Die Nasty
Objective: Distraction
Location: Leaving ENS Bloodknight towards the Ablution
Tag: Onrai

The ride over was hectic for those watching. Fire from both sides weaving through the space as the small vessel burned a path hard and fast for the Ablution.

Fel was still cackling like a child with a new toy.

Spotting the hangar, there was little else to do save for make a grand entrance as she felt something within the force direct its attention towards her.

"Pay attention chit for breath. Wouldn't want you to miss anything." She snarled, banking hard into the hangar with little sense of self preservation.

She did not go unnoticed.

The loud roar of the bike breaking through the seal interrupted only by Fel channeling the force to crash land the bike onto an overhead catwalk as she descended to those below.

Shields spinning up to form the protective bubble around her as the Scherezade Blade rang from its sheath. The walkway creaked all the while, the engines slowly revving down from their overdone speed.

If it wasn't for the helmet she might have caught the smell of superheated metal.

 

[Kurineth Cull]

LOCATION: Shifting to the Ablution
TAGS: Onrai

The sign of permission did not need to be made twice. The release of her form slithering through the aether to reanimated itself aboard the Ablution to wait for her prey to come forward.

The avatar host Onrai made use of of little interest to Kurineth whenever one was making itself so blatantly intriguing.

Anticipation was gnawing at her being, the urge to cut the chase short almost too much until she remembered the lessons Onrai had been sharing with her. Patience around humanoids was a key element to making them bend to outside forces.

Hurried actions leading to potentially hazardous outcomes for one so young as herself.

Instead of weaving her way through the tight corridors and intermingling herself with the crew that called the ship home, Kurineth remained quiet, and patient.

Lurking in the shadowy corners of the bridge. Watching through the force as the object of her interest made headway towards them.

 

[DECEASED Aron Gowrie]

3rd post

-AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY-

WILDCAT_ONE
TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA
MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION
SWORD OF THE WINTER

Tags (Friendlies): Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Belisarius Vactovion
Nukth Kelga'an Davin Votan MANIAC
Turisas Dane Laertia Io Maijan Paisea Corbin Vasher

Tags (Hostiles): Darth Mori Mercy

TRIBULATIONS OF THE WILDCATS IV: A REALM AFLAME - PART 3

FORT WULFNGARD, ARCENON-ESCHATE DISTRICT,
ARCENON PROVINCE, KALIDAN-LYSENIA (SPRING 878 ABY)

Reliable, as ever.
Let fate spare this one, Dia.

This one deserves a future.
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'Nothin' can be worse than Panatha... Or I hope I'll never meet it if it does exist, in fact. 'Heard that you've got your own plans as usual, don't ya?'

Nodding with a devious smirk, Lord Aron then tilted his head down to one side to prompt a gaze down to the main courtyard, smiling by the time they looked down to see as he replied,'Aye, you could put it like that an' no be far wrong anyways.', trailing off with a light chuckle as he paused to join the two Anaxsi in looking on the armoured vehicles warming their engines below with cigarra still set smoking at the corner of his lips. Then after a couple puffs, the Tuath-born General snatched the cigarra between his index and middle finger to flick the ash, still chuckling as he watched the gears turning in the heads of his comrades, seeing for themselves that Gowrie's chosen array looked nothing like the tanks the Goidels brought with them.

'So... Which side are we startin' by...?'
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'Oh, we'll be leavin' that to our good friend Alun Reed for the duration. I have something else in mind for us the-day.... As you can see.', the Kellas quickly responded, seeing that the gears were turning all the faster as they realised Gowrie fully intended to operate the lighter vehicles instead this time. Then after taking another couple luxurious draws from his cigarra, flicking the ash into the wind in silence, the Tuath turned to the two Anaxsi again and continued,'We're collecting important documents an' perhaps - a crowning-sceptre.... We're here to protect Imperium from the blight of obscurity, an' if we're quick enough, we may yet break a siege or two.', walking to the durasteel wall-ladder with intent to get started as soon as possible.

'The tanks will stay here until then, but artillery support will be available but only up to a certain point. We'll be moving south as soon as the last vehicles are readied to move out, sooner the better.'

<"McGechin to Wildcat One! Last vehicles prepped, we're ready to move!">
<"YA FETHIN' DANCER!!!! PERFECT TIMING!!!! See you in a minute or so, then we're moving out straight away! Wildcat One out!">​

'LETS FETHING GO, LADS!!!! WHISKEY TIME!!!! MOVE IT!!!!'

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From the step-ladder, down to the ground and the alleyway leading to the gatehouse courtyard, it seemed as though Gowrie was sprinting, but in Gowrie's mind - he felt as though he was gliding all the way.

Leading Nukth and his unwanted overseer to the open slide-door of his ACV at the head of the armoured column, the crewman at the opening was quick enough to grab the door behind them and slide it shut with a signalling clunk to the driver in the front to get the operation underway, and with little more than grunts and slams on the right walls, everyone was primed and on the move by the time the officers sat down by the Holographic plinth. With engines roaring to life around them, the trio braced with the initial lurch into gear, letting the Eternal guards at the gate cover their exit as all the vehicles flew out from within, carrying hope with them - a hope of one day rising up again in the future.

The hope of a preserved legacy, something the Eternal Remnant could happily fight and die for.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: The Devourer
With: Ingrid L'lerim Zachariel Steelblood
Enemies: Open



Kyrel would stare down Zach with a mixture of caution and skepticism. For the memories the Master of Ren had seen of the two of them he found it difficult to trust the Warlord at this very moment. Even as Ingrid would slowly weaken in power all the same, and still Zach carried nervousness as he should have around the Maw's Wrath. The tension was unbearable, and the slightest mistake could have provoked Kyrel to do something that was hasty on his end. Still he paced around what he would have called his greatest ally in all of this.

"You're maybe right Steelblood, but as you cannot blame me when I say I am surrounded by enemies on all sides." When he asked what was Ingrid worth to the Wrath of the Maw, he would look upon the ruined body that was Ingrid at the suffering he inflicted for so long. His words would clung thick to the silence, as Kyrel's own gaze became pensive towards an enemy of his. He would scoff in Ingrid's direction turning his attention back to Zach. "I am not sure if you know this, but if it wasn't for the Eternal Empire I wouldn't have been given this second chance. The red woman means nothing to me in the end. In the grand scheme of things I have felt the end approach the Maw... The Force has shown me that our time will soon come to an end, and soon my own end." He would pause his words taking another look at the red woman that he dared to claim as his trophy amidst the howling of Kyber Crystals.

He turned his focus back to Zach with his clawlike fingers resting against the hilt of Vader's Bane. He was tempted to pull the hilt and charge straight for the Warlord. Still Kyrel was no fool, for if he hoped to achieve the apocalypse he saw within the visions of the Force he needed the help of all the Warlords. "War, Death, Rebirth." Kyrel would start saying the Mawite mantra as if he was a holy man. "I could let you do what you will of this discarded trophy, but I ask are you willing to embrace an apocalyptic end Steelblood? Are you ready to pay the Avatars the debt we have owed since the beginning?" Kyrel had dared to ask as he stood before the Gen'Dai. There was tension of a fight, but Kyrel had no intention yet of throwing it all away over a simple spoil of war ready to give up.

 

[Onrai]

Aeshi Tillian Mnoi Akûti

In response to the downward motion of the transport, the Forges of the squadron turned so sharply downward they were turning inside the arc of the modified freighter as they continued to discharge their weapon capacitors and launch streams of heavy laser cannon fire at the target, with an almost perfect firing solution. They had fixed forward cannons, and were unaffected by the jamming - they had done this many times before against many other hostiles over the decades, and it was no different here.

The Eightguns, more ponderous than their brethren interceptors, fired another synchronized salvo of seeker cluster missiles as they turned in a wider arc. Their hope, certainly, was that even if the missiles didn't destroy or seriously damage the target, the frantic motions of attempting to avoid the incoming ordnance would give them enough time to reacquire a firing solution. The HL-7 Xaser was a powerful weapon with capable shield-stripping capabilities and enough sustained fire would easily bring down the freighter if they could reacquire a firing solution.

Pilot | Ship Type | Shields | Hull
Alpha 1 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 2 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 3 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 4 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 5 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 6 | Forge-class Interceptor | 100 | 100
Alpha 7 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 8 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 9 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 10 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 11 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100
Alpha 12 | Eightgun-class Assault Fighter | 100 | 100

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Asaaj En Kelsani

As the Keeper moved in to further engage the enemy assault frigate, the Claw began charging up another salvo from its forward beam before shooting it directly at the Requiem. It continued medium-range suppression of the enemy fighters and was prepared to act if the Requiem made any moves against the Keeper.

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Vigil II-class Corvette | Keeper | 300m | 100 | 64
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw | 200m | 100 | 72

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Felmorante L'lerim Kurineth Cull

"Go. Take your prize." Onrai said to Kuri. She had earned it, after all.

 

[Nukth Kelga'an]

Fall of an Empire
Last Man Standing​

N. Kelga'an, Banshee-Actual

The Empire Third Sector Defence Forces First Anaxsi Free Brigade -- Second TodHusars Regiment 'Banshee' Company IV Berzingue From Anaxes Consequences of a Sudden Stop -- Part III​

Interacting with: DECEASED Aron Gowrie
878, Fort 'Wulfngard', Arcenon Province, Kalidan

«Aye, you could put it like that an' no be far wrong anyways.»

With no other comment, Nukth looked at the vehicles that the Banshees brought with them so they could be protected by heavy materials and have artillery support at their command, given the many siege engines dropped by the so-called Zetas. Being busy, the TodHusars from the three companies which had put their foot on Kalidan were finishing the last preparations before the Imperial contingent's departure. Nukth hoped it would happen soon, but he knew that his friend was waiting for the good, the right, the exact moment to get off to a good start. Mimicking Gowrie, the Sieur drew a cigarette from one of the many pouches hung on his tactical gear but waited a moment before lighting it, knowing that Delmas was looking at him at the same time. Moving his eyes to face the Lt. Colonel, Nukth understood that the man was gazing at him with sort of a madness in his pupils: «Captain... Y'know that this kind of stuff is forbidden according to the standing orders. You cannot-...»

The Sieur clenched his jaws, trying to make the man understand that he would better not play this game with him. As Delmas seemed to be about to go forward with his remonstrances, Nukth cut him off, saying: «Delmas, please don't force me to break your knees right away. I don't intend t'write this kinda thing in a stang report after this battle's over, do you understand me? All this freakin' army smokes, even your master -- Jonas Vourc'h -- smokes all the time, and the few times he comes on a battlefield. So please don't make me mad about you or I'll mash my butt on your front to be sure you'll remember my claims for the days you'll have to spend here.»

Finishing what had to be said, the Sieur put his cigarette back in the pouches in which it belonged and offered a thin grin to Delmas, declaring, «But you're right -- I better not do this.»

The Lt. Colonel seemed truly confused about the situation, clearly intimidated by the Captain, but Kelga'an didn't mind. Without a look, he turned his gaze to face Gowrie once and for all, listening to what the Kellas had to say. Delmas stood alone in a corner, seeming pitiful to the Sieur who was happy because of the feelings he triggered in him. Consequences wouldn't be long to make themselves felt, but Nukth had some respite for the duration of the Battle for Kalidan and the accomplishment of the objectives Gowrie decided to bring for them all.

«We're collecting important documents an' perhaps - a crowning-sceptre.... We're here to protect Imperium from the blight of obscurity, an' if we're quick enough, we may yet break a siege or two.»

We know each other Aron... The ol' Barran stands behind this order, isn't he? Nukth thought while nodding to his friend in an appreciative move.​

Even with the state of Imperial Regent, former-General Erskine Barran still had entire and full control over the Free-State, given all he had done for his world. And one of his most reliable agents in the whole Galaxy was Aron Gowrie, leader of the Wildcats. The Old Man wanted the Eternals' legitimacy with their Empire on the verge of falling once and for all. Interrupting himself for a couple of seconds, Gowrie seemed to be talking to someone through his comlink -- probably McGechin, according to the voice the Sieur was able to hear. Then, the Major-General shouted out:

«LETS FETHING GO, LADS!!!! WHISKEY TIME!!!! MOVE IT!!!!»​

Following his brother-in-arms, Nukth jumped in the mud alongside him. Before leaving Delmas alone, the Sieur put his helmet on and declared to the Lt. Colonel: <:'Am sure you'll be able to lead the two remaining companies, Delmas. I'm leavin' with the Banshees. Follow my advice and everything will go better fo' everyone. G'bye sieur!:> Getting satisfaction from what he had done, the Sieur came closer to Lieutenants Twenty and Fi who had been waiting for him for a couple of minutes. Nodding to his friends and second-in-command, Nukth told them how the situation was going and asked for the requisition of six APCs and two siege-bombing engines. Saluting his fellows, the Sieur went into the ACV where Gowrie entered a few seconds ago. Something great was going on -- the Sieur could feel it. Soon, the Imperial would become the masters of the Galaxy.​