Annihilation Final Eclipse | GA Annihilation of Exegol

[Aoki-Barran Mira]

Aoki Mira, or Mira Lettee Aoki.
Imperial Knight of the Empire.
Michael Barran's Shadow.

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Snap!

A wave of Force energy, destructive and violent like a tornado, expanded outwards and shredded into the Maw mobs. Three monsters fell back from the force of the attack, onto the obsidian ground. As the demons writhed, too damaged to try and get up, the caster lowered her hand. The masked samurai's eyes were dull and unimpressed.

The Click Waves Lord Barran cast were far deadlier than this. They are incapacitated, but not dead.

With steady, calculated movements, she reached for the naginata on her back. More focus next time should do it.

In a flash of speed, the naginata had been drawn and the monsters finished off. Now, the Shadow stood alone, surrounded by mountains of Maw abomination corpses. She looked up, still holding her pole-arm, and looked into the dark halls of the Citadel. Sweat beads dotted her entire body, beneath her armor and mask. With a small grunt of effort, she approached the long Sith Citadel.

The more she explored the complex, the closer she sensed Michael Barran's presence here. He too was attacking the citadel, though they had been separated on the way in. Through the comlink, Aoki spoke.

<<"My Lord, I can sense your location. I will meet with you as soon as I-">> A swarm of creatures turned the corner on her. Mira only paused for a moment, then finished as if she had not stopped at all, <<"-can.">>

They were Moon Children. Deformed clones, hardly human and living off of hate and hunger. Mira frowned, sadness and anger in her heart. The Maw was so intensely cruel, they cloned these poor souls to be unfixable, suffering, irredeemable canon fodder. She extended her hand, knowing that the only way to help them, save them, was to put them out of their misery.

"I am sorry this happened to you."

A burst of energy in the Force, and a large extension of Force Destruction rang out. Most of the hoard was wiped out in that moment, with only the stragglers in the very back unaffected. As they charged forth, foaming in the mouth and unafraid, Aoki closed the distance. With blood and death surrounding her, she finished off the remaining Moon Children with swiftness and professionalism. She took no pleasure in this.

As the last Moon Child fell dead, Mira sadly gazed down at the broken, crazed face of a deformed zabrack. It - he - had finally found an end to his suffering.

The Maw is cruel...

She lifted her weapon and started running again. She turned the hall. Another monster. She cut it down efficiently.

This galaxy is cruel...

She continued to chase the Force Signature of her leader, determination in her dull eyes.

But that is why we are here.

She used telekinesis to slam another abomination against the wall, then shoved the electrostaff end of Hazukashi into it, killing it. As the corpse dropped, she turned to face the direction of her lord's Force Signature.

We are here to fix this broken galaxy.

She walked into the direction of Michael Barran. Looking down, she saw that a battle had already been fought in this hallway. She saw a mix of corpses. Moon Children and Highlander's alike littered the Citadel floors. Lifeless.

Nils Hugo, Alasdair Callum, Finlay Troy. Rest in peace.

This planet was cold and blue, but Aoki only felt the heat of blood and the tainting red in her eyes. Stoic but determined to end the blight of the Maw in this galaxy, she marched on.

She would free the prisoners the Maw kept here. She would release the slaves. She would end the terror here once and for all.

Father, mother. Auntie, uncle... Are you proud of me today?

Spoiler

Equipment:

• Samurai Armor.
• Imperial Lightsaber.
• Hazukashi, naginata pole-arm.
• Fukaikiru, wakizashi shortsword.
• Seijo-Ki, tanto knife.
• Highlander disruptor pistol.
  [*] [url=https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/ai-800-auriel-combined-energy-bow.156156/]Auriel Combined Energy Bow[/url].

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[Cale Gunderson]

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PHASE 1: ADVANCE ON EXEGOL || RED HONEYCOMB ZONE

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Allies: Aleksandr Stirsea , Ronan Calore (if he shows), Strike Team Tano
Enemies: Brotherhood of the Maw | No PC’s until groundside

They’d run the plan a hundred times, and Cale still was not satisfied. Ronan had gotten mouthy, Aleks had cracked jokes, and he’d felt a familiar scowl creep across his features. They were his family, the bone-headed Mandalorian and the ever-wild young Jedi, and some part of him figured one day they’d be the death of him. Today maybe.

A knot twisted in his stomach as he sat in silence in the Violet Venture’s cockpit, harnesses fastened over him in the pilot’s seat, draped over the battle armor he thought he’d never dawn again. It wasn’t the most advanced stuff in the galaxy, but it was better than his jacket and whatever else he’d thrown on. The white plasteel bore the order’s crest on the left pectoral, and a red Starbird was emblazoned on the shoulder. Aleks looked strong in his own set, the spitting image of Jedi Knight at war if there ever was one, except for the minuscule beard.

On Illum they’d worn heavy coats over their comparatively lighter gear, but now it was in the open, and the time for hiding had long passed. It felt good to wear again, it felt right.

This is who you are.

She was always eager to remind him, though he wondered if this would be the last time.

Cale watched as the white streaks of hyperspace seemed to slow, and realspace was only seconds away. The tension he felt seemed to fade, and strangely he felt a sense of calm. She was right, this was who he was, this was what he was meant for, and it always had been.

“You both better be on those guns!” He called back over his shoulder through the halls of the starship as the streaks became stars, and they dropped out alongside the full might of the Alliance fleet. The objective for them was simple, they only had to reach the surface, it was after that that things would get complicated.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I haven't been here since.."

Since he went to face his father. Since he left her alone during her pregnancy. Exegol was as cold as he remembered. Not the temperature. But even here, in a space station above the world, he could feel the Dark and it's cold embrace. He fixed part of the armor he'd put on for this, more just adjusting it because it was uncomfortable. He wasn't too keen on wearing armor normally, but there couldn't be any chances. Not here.

Not for this last push.

"You can feel him as well, can't you?"

Kahlil nodded once, his hand falling to his lightsaber. The last time he'd face Kyrel was when that dagger shattered and let him make this new blade. And now he could feel him.

"He'll be here. And we'll be ready." He turned a grin towards Valery. Gave her a thumbs up.

"We got this."

Valery Noble | Kyrel Ren

 

[Laine Gowrie]

Commander Laine Gowrie​

Spoiler: Fleet Roster

1 x Valiant Class Star Destroyer - NIV Parmellian Warden

1 x Stalwart Class Carrier - NIV Nead na Seabhac

• 6 squadrons Eradicator class heavy bomber
• 5 squadrons of TIE/OTX outlander

1 x Veers Class Star Galleon - NIV Contemptus

2 x Dragoon Class Escort Frigates - NIV Vigilance, NIV Lord Fallson[/i]

4 x Gurkha Class corvettes - Agrippa, Hawk, Golden Spear Claymore

Location: Exegol
Objective: Provide naval support
Tag: DECEASED Aron Gowrie Nukth Kelga'an Primarion Hiperius Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

Commander Laine Gowrie, First Officer of the Parmelian Warden had been given operational responsibility for the ground support portion of the fleet actions. She was to lias with the Captain of the NIV Nead na Seabhac and ensure that their ground forces were adequately supported by the bombers and starfighters of the temporarily attached carrier. Laine could also call upon the guns of Agrippa or Claymore for additional firepower as necessary, but the hostile situation in orbit may make fire support from stationed ships unreliable. The captain of her own vessel was already preparing for the upcoming fleet engagement and was moving from station to station ensuring readiness until he came to her. "Captain, all squadrons aboard the Nead na Seabhac are reporting ready, I am in real time communication with their flight deck and their squadron leads. I do not believe there is anything further I can do to increase readiness."

"Thank you Commander Gowrie, may the Emperor protect us." came the response from the Captain to his ever reliable first officer. Laine nodded and continued her role, she looked at the holo. Her holographic systems updated as their small fleet came into combat range. Dozens of vessels were present in system and many were already in orbit, providing her force with a degree of anonymity amongst the larger vessels.

As the warships came closer to oribtal approach, all the ground contacts began lighting up like a lifeday celebration. The eyes of the commander widened as she saw just how many forces the Mawites had. If she could just blast them to atoms from here that would be a joy, but opening fire from this range would be too innacurate to turn the tide of the battle and would simply paint a target ok their backs. No, she had to be patient, not an easy ask when she recognised the signal markings of the Wildcats and their Major-General already engaged. They and a force from the Hedgemony we both nearby the Sith Citadel and reports suggested they were falling back from a failed assault.

"Commander, we have coordinates for tightbeam, there is a lot of interference but I have adjusted to compensate." The comms Lieutenant informed the first officer who gave the signal to be patched through. She looked at her Captain as she spoke, communicating to both DECEASED Aron Gowrie and Primarion Hiperius together with seperate beams. <<"Wildcat-1, Aegis-1 This is Commander Gowrie of the Parmellian Fleet. We have your tactical situation mapped and will be in position for a preliminary bombardment in four standard minutes.">> She gave a few moments to hear if a reply came. "Major General, we will be targeting the areas between yourself and the citadel with orbital lasers to covee your retreat. I am launching bombers which will make contact in approximately twenty one minutes. Over" The Commander's voice did not have quite the same thick accent as her father while on the comm, but her heritage was cleqr to all that heard.​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Exegol, Phase 1
Tags: Romund Sro
Nearby Allies: Minerva Fhirdiad , Calix of Thyrsus, BB-610 , Tren Chaar , Shar Sieu

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<Alright, here’s the situation…>

Jasper’s mechanical arm clung to the top of the gunship he was in, his organic hand clutching a communicator. They were above the atmosphere of Exegol now, preparing to punch through to the surface. Everything was culminating in this moment. The end of it all. The end of an era. Jasper had to see it through to the end, and what stood in the way of that now was the Maw’s entire fleet.

<The navy is trying to punch a hole in their fleet to facilitate a landing on Exegol. Taking out capital ships from the outside is proving… difficult, to say the least. The Maw is giving it everything they got left. That’s where we come in. We establish a beachhead in the hangar of one of their capital ships, push through their forces, take the bridge, and turn it on its brethren. Move in fast, hit them hard, bring down their formation.>

The gunship shook with turbulence, causing the Jedi knight to shudder, the thought of being shot down briefly running through his mind. He couldn’t linger on that. This was it. The final push. Jasper had to keep his head level.

<I know what this means to a lot of people. The Maw’s blasted our homes to dust and reaped the souls of our loved ones. There are things they’ve taken that we can never replace. This is our one shot to ensure that the future is different. That there will never be another Csilla, or Tython, or anything else of the sort. I don’t know about you, but I’ve got people back home. I don’t want them living in fear of sudden annihilation anymore. I think we owe it to them and the folks who didn’t make it to Exegol today, and I have a feeling many of you feel the same. We made it this far. Let’s make sure we can get on the ground.>

“Target fast approaching,” the pilot called back. “Prepare for entry.”

They were soon to breach the hangar. Them and the company of gunships following in toe.

<They put the galaxy through hell. Let’s return the favor.>

Jasper pocketed his communicator. There was nothing more to be said. Their objective was as clear as the morning sun. It felt like he had been preparing for this moment for all his life, or at least the greater part of it. The galaxy was ensnared in the jaws of fear the Maw had bared on them. His brother… his girlfriend… his surrogate family… They didn’t deserve to live like that anymore. Nobody did. It had to end now…

And Jasper was ready to die trying.

Before long, with a clear path of action, the squadron of gunships penetrated the hangar of their target. If they could take the bridge and turn it on the rest of the Maw’s fleet, maybe they could get to the surface.

 

[Jack Versio]

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Gold Squadron - 12 x Noble Edition Y-Wings

Then

The inside of the cruiser was starting to get pretty ripe. Some sections smelled like a sewer, and there was little anyone could do about the problem. Doubled and tripled up, the ship was well over capacity, with pilots, troops, crew and every manner of vehicle jammed into every bit of available space. Troops were sleeping on top of vehicles, the pilots slept on the wings of their fighters and bombers. Everyone's mood was about as foul as the smell. The Galactic Alliance was on its way to Exegol, and they were not sparing the rod.

A Colonel in a somehow immaculate uniform cornered Jack in a hallway lined with temporary bunks. In deference to the hundreds of troops sleeping only arm's reach away, they spoke in whispers. "Glad I caught you, Lieutenant. You're being reassigned to command Gold Squadron. Captain Eron is down with a back injury. I'm giving you a brevet rank of Lieutenant Commander. Meet your squad in D hangar, good luck, and may the Force be with you."

Jack didn't have time to even thank the Colonel, who patted him on the shoulder and moved off down the hall. With little choice in the matter, he made his way to D Hangar, and found Gold Squadron and their Y-wings. What time there was before the battle he spent getting to know his pilots. They all knew their jobs. Once he was satisfied with the people, he got to work learning the Y-wing he'd be flying. His astromech, Ria, accompanied him, also needing to familiarize herself with the systems she'd be operating. Soon enough, they would face the greatest battle in history. They would not have to wait long.

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The twelve Y-wings of Gold Squadron led by Jack in Gold One made their way into the Exegol System and got their first look at the home of the Sith. The place looked the part, dark, shrouded in cloud and lightning and fog, foreboding and menacing as a nightmare. It looked ready to swallow the Alliance fleet whole. The weather, the pilots knew, was savage. No shields on Exegol. This would be battle in hard mode. No quarter would be asked, or given. Titanic fleets filled the sky from horizon to horizon. It looked like the entire galaxy had come to face off at the final reckoning with the Sith, and well they should.

Weight of command responsibility weighed heavy on Jack, he now had to carry the lives of eleven others in his hands. His decisions would save or doom them all. He had to be at his best, not just flying well, but thinking well. The bombers could make the difference today, if they used their tools and talent at the right time, in the right place, and in the right way. The Y-wings were particularly effective against capital ships, and this was how Jack planned to use his force. Not simply lashing out wildly, spreading piecemeal damage across the enemy fleet, but directed, precise, focused harm.

Holding the temporary rank of Lieutenant Commander but not rated to collect a Lt. Commander's pay just yet, he was the senior pilot in Gold Squadron. They were all veterans, but of a handful of battles, not the many years in service that he himself had. It was hard not to think of them as kids, some were older than he was, but experience, not age, determined a pilot's worth. Like it or not, he was the boss now, and he had to be a parental figure to his pilots, always knowing what was right, even when he did not. He flicked the comm to the squadron's private frequency, trying his best to make his voice sound cool, calm and in control.

"Steady now Gold Squadron. We've got a job to do. Let's get it done."

With that, Jack took his bomber squadron into the fires of war.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Exegol, Ritual Citadel
Allies: Maw, Kybo Ren Eschara Ren
Enemies: GA, Empire, Sith. Valery Noble Kahlil Noble




Amidst the crackling of thunder, and the howl of lightning. Exegol was no longer a hidden world of the Maw. Following countless setbacks the Brotherhood have finally met its last day. Kyrel had seen this in the Force through clouded visions, and one image he saw clear was that today was the day he would finally die. To some extent Kyrel was both terrified and relieved of the prospect of death, for his Sith makers ultimately kept him from the damnation that was Chaos. In preparation for all of this the Wrath of the Maw would fulfill his final task, to see that the Maw’s journey comes to an end and his personal ambition of seeing the evil of the Sith, and everybody else destroyed along with him.

He stood in the massive citadel where he was surrounded by Mawites, surviving Heathen Priests, and those most devoted to the Hidden Maw. Various symbols were painted in red blood that aligned with the ancient Sith markings. All around the blood red circle around most of citadel was a series of black monoliths. Kyrel would be taking a page out of his numerous experiments with Fortress Vader to finally summon the Avatars from the Netherworld to corporal space. Instead of Kyrel being the main one to open the door to let them in he had crafted the ritual where it would take the Heathen Priests, and the powered monoliths to converge on the center. At the center was the forked tipped spear known as the Hunger. Kyrel had altered it where the focal energies would all channel into the dark energy of the Hunger. Through the combined effort when the time was right, the energies would merge and the Hunger would send a flash of red light into the sky as part of the opening rites. This would lead to the Maw’s Gods being summoned which would lead to the destruction of this world and everything in it.


What Kyrel had neglected to mention was that in order for the ritual to work mass death was needed. Everybody would die, as he had hoped that the ritual would kill as many Sith as he hoped for and in the end upon his death he could go knowing that his purpose had been fulfilled. Kyrel would meditate in front of the tomb of Darth Solipsis . In a way Kyrel was honoring what the man wanted from the very beginning, the Wrath was paying his final respects and hoped to honor the vision he carried one final time for he was grateful that the man raised him from the ashes of the First Order. Now like his predecessors, and the forebears such as Kylo Ren, Kyrel would meet his death on this barren rock of a world.

“I hope you are satisfied Lord Solipsis. You might be gone, but the great journey will at last end… Perhaps I will tell you of its glory if I see you in hell.” He said with a mix of begrudging respect and a sort of religious clarity that had gone through him. As the preparations were made, and Kyrel’s black eyes closed for a moment. There was nothing at first but the howls of the wind, the roads of thunder. Until he sensed her… His eyes snapped open, the black void suddenly turned into a fiery yellow, and even on the cusp of facing death on his terms he realized there was a final score to settle. Valery Noble, and her Jedi pet would face the full Wrath of Kyrel Ren, for if he hoped to die it would either take her with him or even take her body from her for Kyrel had finally had a grasp to move his dark spirit into another consciousness.

He slow hulking form quickly got up. Looking to the skies he could watch what was left of the Maw fleets to mount a last stand, and all Kyrel needed was for them to buy time until the ritual had reached its crux. His black oozed scowl stared straight into the sky, and soon fury began to take hold. After all he had to repay her for making him into what he was after Tython, a harbinger of death for the entire galaxy, and if he wasn’t stopped today he would go on until the entire galaxy was destroyed.

As he started to quickly make the advance towards the small hanger that housed his archaic TIE Silencer he stopped briefly when he had heard a voice he hasn’t heard in many years. “Son, it’s over.” Kyrel was shaken as he turned to see the blue form of a woman clad in Jedi robes. There was a look of unconditional love, no hate nor sorrow. If anything the serene Spector showed indifference. “You! Not a word, or a whisper in years and still you think there is hope!” He said pointing a claw like index finger mockingly towards the ghost of his mother Jedi Miran Kyrel. The ghost remained quiet at first before speaking in a gentle tone. “I had hoped you found peace when you died the first time. You were so close until the Sith turned you into this.” She said sadly while Kyrel scoffed. “They did, and I’m going to repay them for such a gift. As soon as the Jedi start killing in mass I have the ritual ready to end everything!” Kyrel said his voice filled with hatred and conviction that showed there was no going back. “There is no hope for me… You should have known that when I killed you. If you think I will let it all go now you are sadly mistaken.” Miran would let out a soft sigh, but then a slight smile had adorned her face. “Then perhaps I was wrong, but even so I know you didn’t choose this, this was made for you as a pawn of the dark side. Thomas I know you are in there still… Perhaps in your final moments I will guide you out of the darkness.”

She said with a hopeful smile, before she disappeared. Kyrel was livid and let out a booming shout. “YOUR SON IS GONE ONLY KYREL REN REMAINS!!!” He would say that caused the citadel to shake, and many to look at him with fear. He quickly turned on his heel and started to advance towards his TIE as he said to himself. “I decide my own destiny. Jedi, Sith why should I bother with the likes of you? You’re already dead the lot of you, and I’m gonna be the one that ends it.” He said with a growl while his old Starfighter was in sight as the battle began. Valery would feel the intense rage of a familiar enemy, and knew he was coming for her.

 

[Romund Sro]

Exegol Phase 1
Tag: Jasper Kai'el

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Eyes shut Romund sat alone in his chambers onboard one of the various stolen and retrofitted imperial star destroyers. His body and mind strained against his efforts. The reclusive dark jedi was summoned from his personal work back on Najra-Va for what seemed to be a final fight against the prevailing alliance. One where they surely sought to obliterate the Maw’s capital world. Nonetheless his mind and spirit were back on Najra-Va, in that dead star system in his asteroid base that orbited the hollow planet.

The distance being thousands of lightyears apart from where he was on exegol made his efforts all the more difficult. Yet as he pushed himself he grained greater strength despite his difficulties. His altered abominable body was failing him, and continuously required maintenance. It was a mistake to have the Sith Lord mutate it for him. Now he called upon a different power, and more eldritch one he had hidden away to leech power off of back on the barren planetoid he called home. Or what at least what he could call a home for himself.

Opening his eyes and letting out an anguished deep breath, Romund seemed exhausted and tired already, but he felt a surge of dark side power, energy siphoned away from an unseen source many systems away. Getting himself up from his seated position in the room, Romund grabbed his cane and exited his chambers. Standing by the door and flanking either side were two of his clone soldiers, neither of them spoke. The pair simply followed Romund as he made his way to the command bridge of the ship. His cane tapping along with his steps on the hard flooring of the vessel’s corridors.

Eventually the hulking dark jedi made way to the command deck. Looking out into the stormy clouds above the rocky neigh-barren world. Romund could remember the first time he step foot on it, where he set to aligned himself with the Maw. Perhaps that was a mistake, and he should've just kept to himself deep in an uncharted asteroid belt in one of the satellite galaxies. But this was no time for regrets. Not as an alert sounded off in the bridge. Reports of gunships rapidly entering the hanger of the vessel. A boarding action? They would likely be making their way to the bridge, possibly to take command of it to turn against the Maw.

Turning to the captain of the vessel Romund spoke. "I'll make sure to give our guests a warm welcome. Notify higher command of our situation, if this vessel is commandeered let them know not to hesitate in destroying it." With that he turned and left the bridge after seemingly just arriving. Speaking to one of his clone soldiers. "Gather our brethren so we can deal with these intruders, I sense a Jedi among them." Following his word came the rhythmic tapping of his cane, the noise of which echoing down the halls he walked to meet with his opponents.

 

[BB-610]

EXEGOL - PHASE I

| LOCATION: Space around Exegol |
| ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance |
| ENEMIES: The Brotherhood of the Maw |

Fear.

It was scary how real everything felt to him. The rocking of the gunship he was stationed on, the distant roar of thunder as they drew closer to Exegol. Fear isn't something a droid is programmed with-- so many years ago, BB-610's purpose had been this exact thing. To be swept up in a war he had nothing to do with, another possible loss in a battle between two rivalling factions. There existed no self-preservation, no intrinsic need to survive as he'd been readily taught that his existence was of little value; expendable, one of several astromechs just like him, easily replaced and hardly missed in the event of morbid destruction via the risk of protecting people that never even cared about him.

Except this wasn't at all like that anymore.

He felt loved. Appreciated. His life held worth to the friends he'd made, the family that had accepted him. The Galactic Alliance was an enemy to him during years of sheltered naivety, and it was those past few months that had taught him just how wrong he'd been to ever believe the mean-spirited fables that painted the Jedi as monsters. BB-610 no longer fought out of programming, but out of purpose to help and protect those he held dear. Valery, Kahlil, Cora, Jasper-- They all had their stakes, they had all pledged their lives to The Alliance, and BB-610 was no different. If he died, it wouldn't be out of mindless servitude. If he died, it would be from trying his hardest to help his friends in their quest to rid the galaxy of its evils. To ensure a bright future for the ones they swore to protect. For Vera.

Exegol was foreboding. The droid shook, trembled, utterly terrified and incredibly anxious. Visceral, it made him feel alive in all the wrong ways. But being brave never meant not being scared. Being brave meant being scared out of your mind, and going through with it anyway. He hadn't infiltrated Mawite bases for nothing, or almost died protecting his friends from the Drengir, or faced a horrific Sith on Selvaris. If this were the final chapter of his story, then so be it. But if they won, if Exegol fell, then he'd have helped, and that's all he could ask for.

"Target fast approaching. Prepare for entry."​

He didn't have Valery with him this time. That was what scared him most, perhaps, but even if she couldn't see him, he wanted to make her proud. He wasn't just an astromech anymore. BB-610 felt and loved and thrived on the support he'd been given in endless spades by her, and the most he could do was wish her and Kahlil good luck. They'd reunite after the day was over and the battle was won. Because if they didn't, he didn't know what he would do.

The pressure was sharp as the array of gunships shot forth toward the opposing flagship. Exegol's space was a shroud of darkness above them, threatening to swallow them whole in a blanket of nothingness if a single wrong move was had. As the clatter of Alliance feet echoed along the hangar floor, BB-610 rolled forth, surveying his surroundings. It was surreal, and while his expertise in ship maintenance most certainly included flagships, the Maw's vessel nonetheless proved awfully intimidating. Nevertheless, the droid pressed on, fuelled by hope and determination. His allies could take the brunt of enemy forces, he was confident, and while they kept the Maw busy, BB-610 banked on one small thing to use in his advantage:

He was right - he wasn't just an astromech anymore.
But the Maw didn't know that. And why would they suspect such a harmless droid in Imperial clothing?

 

[Val Drutin]

Jand Talo
Abandoned Carnival, Forbidden District Outskirts
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In a rare moment of lucidity, Val had decided to finally seek out the truth. His master had spoken of Exegol, not Korriban, as the source of her knowledge. He traveled there searching for answers.

At least, that was how the journey started. By the time he reached the planet, it was immersed in a massive battle. War had come to Exegol, and now the mad dancer was caught in the thick of it.

He started out killing any Mawites that got in his way, but soon he was fighting GA forces as well. Jedi could sense the Dark Side in him and would immediately attack. He cut them down too, wishing all the noise would stop. Stay focused. Don't get lost...

Stumbling into the ruins of what had once been a circus, he felt a little bit safer. The carnival lights were still on, though many were sparking and flickering. Even with the chipped paint, the colors were pretty. And the temporary structures, while crumbling, at least made for good hiding places...

 

[Erion Justeene]

Location: Sith Citadel | Exegol
Equipment: Lightsaber, Voidsaber, SHT-26 "Bedevil" Heavy War Bike
Tags: Thomas Barran | Aoki-Barran Mira | Open

The fight to end all conflicts seems to have begun in earnest and since Tython, Superious knew full well it can escalate rapidly into a meat grinder, where everyone ends up going the long way around. Dragging the violence out. Not as though he shies away from a good brawl.

He realised quite suddenly this is been the first time he had set foot into a citadel in years. The Force is indeed angry, he can feel it burn with rage and darkness, almost homely, in a Darksider kind of way.

The Sith Lord knows it's one of the most important locations to the Maw and it's his job to set their monstrosities loose on any enemy combatants he can sense. Still, rather they rip the enemy of the Maw apart than him, he had to run his clothes through the washer 5 times after Fort Wrath. Superious grunted in annoyance at how easy it had been to get himself eaten, he must never let that happen again because it would be humiliating to die in such a stupid way.

So he learned his lessons and made sure to remain at a higher ground as he let loose the horrors of the Maw all over the Citadel, there is no order to what he is doing, he is letting the beasts run rampant chaotically as the Maw intended. He used the force to drive a particularly viciously insane spawn down one corridor, letting whoever entered the Citadel fight it.

The more bodies they throw at the cause the better, why get their hands dirty when they have monsters, prisoners and Slaves they can use? Always think of the extra damage, that was why he joined the Scar Hounds, more actual fighting than going for the usual mind games other Sith use to get up the ladder of influence.

 

[Valery Noble]

Exegol
Lightsaber | Outfit
Battlegroup Kenobi

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Valery's frown shifted into a faint smile when Kahlil projected confidence and shot her his signature grin. She was always at her strongest when he was with her, and even if she had to face off against enemies like Kyrel Ren and risk it all, it was more than enough to make her confident as well. They couldn't fail; not today. Not with this final push to cleanse the Galaxy of the greatest evil it had seen in a long time.

They wouldn't fail.

"We do," she finally said, now with a grin tugging at her lips as well. Turning back to stare out through the window, Valery found her hand shifting to her lightsaber already. He wasn't here yet, but she already felt so tense, that she wanted to draw her weapon into her hand. Kyrel's presence was a polar opposite to her own and to that of her husband, but something about it felt different today.

"Something is off about him. He has never had the control of most Sith I've encountered, but he somehow feels even more... unhinged." Her gaze shifted back to Kahlil. "We're fighting a monster that has nothing left to lose, and nowhere else to go. Either he's going down today, or we all will." She was certain that Kahlil knew this as well, but she wanted to have said it so that maybe their desire to expand their family and bring peace to the Galaxy would drive them to even greater heights.

She would not allow herself to lose this fight. This was the end for the Wrath.

"He's close, but let's stay here and wait for him. He has no interest in the people of this station. We lure him here and we end him together."

Kahlil Noble | Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Thelma Goth]

Felix Astermo
Airfield, Forbidden District Outskirts
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They had chased the Maw onto the tarmac, where the shells of old starships and aircraft sat decomposing in the open air. The night sky was alight with flares and the orange glow of distant explosions, reflecting off rusting surfaces.

Thelma ran up behind her quarry, gaining on the Mawite, until a final leap closed the distance between them. Her pink blade slashed forward, decapitating the enemy soldier. A clean, swift death, her lightsaber burned away the blood, cauterizing the fatal wound.

More were hiding among the graveyard of vessels. She opened herself to the Force, stalking her next prey.

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Space around Exegol
On route to the Mawite Flagship​

One hand gripping the top handle Minerva stood behind Jasper. She had been silent since their squadron of gunships launched. A river of thoughts and feelings poured through her. Within the helm her eyes narrowed and both hands tightened while the Jedi broadcast to the whole unit.

The battle of battles is upon us.

Suppressing a sigh, Minerva closed both eyes. Having been raised as a warrior all her life, she had faced death so many times that the Mandalorian had lost count. On one hand, Minerva felt a sense of pride she was going to fight and even possibly die for what she believed and cared for. On the other hand there was also a sense of…longing. The sensation gave the warrior pause even while the turbulence shook the gunship.

The more she thought about the more it became clear to her.

I…I want to build a future. One where I can forge a clan or become part of one. To belong to a…family. Yet the coming battle could become the end of me however honorable it would be to give my life.

Suddenly the armored woman shook her head.

No, there will be no hesitation. I am Minerva Fhiardad, adopted daughter of Jorel Merrik and a proud Mandalorian. Come what may I will fight!

Just as her resolve was strengthened the moment came as the gunships entered the enemy hangar. Hearing the shooting outside the side doors. Drawing her dual pistols Minerva jumped out and rolled forward before firing at the nearest Mawites, gunning down three in quick succession.

"Tal par tal!" She loudly declared in Mando'a.

A Mawite Twi'lek chuckled at the challenge before rushing forward blasting away toward the Mandalorian. She countered by rolling again out of the way before rushing her foe using the jetpack. The Twi'lek gasped in both shock and pain as Minerva slammed her left shoulder into his gut, knocking him back. Immediately she shot him in the face two times while he was still down.

All around the hangar mayhem erupted as the boarders and defenders battle each other savagely.

 

[Dasmi Lindervale]

THE - GREAT - HUNT

---In Transit---​

There was a quiet about the ship that Dimitri knew all too well. It had been much the same eerie silence within the chaos of a bustling hull that had haunted the day Lo-Notar had fallen in combat.

An instinctive knowing that this was a fight they would likely not walk away from.

That his old friend had dubbed the Great Hunt had deemed it time to call its hunters home. To the hunt that existed beyond this realm. To gather its most able.

He wondered silently if those reptilian eyes were settled on him. Waiting with rasping, bated breath for what was likely to be his final foray.

How he missed that scaly chit-head breathing down his neck.

He'd been angry. Wrathful and unsettled since that fateful day he'd received the final flight log from the Ravager group that had flown on their first and final mission within the galaxy. They had shone brightly in the cold, dark silence of space. Never backing down. Never abandoned their post.

Never lost their grit.

But Dimitri had.

Only now, when he could swear those talon covered digits were biting into his shoulders once more, did he feel as though he were actually doing something worthwhile again.

He'd been adrift since the dissolution of the Agents. Guarding a station that no one visited. That no familiar faces called home.

That did not need him.

He'd become an Eternal shortly after. A flight leading to his induction through combat. Incidental but no less valid in the eyes of the Empress. But he had not done well in his sorrow. Had not been wise or prudent with his ideas under her watchful gaze.

He'd made a fool of not only himself but her image.

And come away with a different face.

One that stared back at him now. Which still brought the wonder to his mind. Was he still that same man that Lo-Natar had guided so long ago. That had been guided quietly by another hand as well? He'd been little more than a green-horn then.

Still felt very much the green-horn now.

A foolish one playing amongst giants and titans. But even a small stone can change a battle when thrown at the right time.

He sighed, the weight of past worries and those yet to come already settling across his shoulders. His own task force some distance out still while another was well ahead of them. Deploying with the initial wave against the Maw.

A silent prayer for their souls as his lips moved and spared little more than a breath as he finished with a prayer for his own crew.

By now the package would be on its way to the only being he'd managed to keep in contact with from his old days. A gift for a fight that had only further settled him into the downward spiral of irrational thinking and planning.

He didn't need the Tears ability today.

Not when he could feel the cold lingering in every corridor and down every passage that he crossed the mouth off. The scrape and grind of the hull made him peer over his shoulder for something that he would never truly see.

Closing his eyes, he took a slow inhale. Held onto the thoughts that had made him accept this path. Holding in his breath, he could feel the tension settle in his gut.

The exhale was longer than the draw of air, but no amount of focus could ease the tension.

His eyes settled on the chronometer before engaging the holo-projector to attempt connection with the forward task group.

---Currently Present----​

Spoiler: Spearhead Fleet

• The Ragnarök
  • 28 Squadrons of Multi-role Droid Starships (560)
  • 4 Squadrons of Sensor Droid Support Starships (48)
  • 10 Squadron of Armed Transport Shuttles (120)
• 1 CR90 MK VIII Assault Corvettes
  ENS Herald
• 4 Disruptor MK III Class Corvettes
  ENS Castle
  ENS Spark
  ENS Medley
  ENS Skipjack
• 2 Monarch Class Destroyers
  ENS Lasher
  ENS Havoc
  • 12 Squadrons of Forsaken Starfighter Interceptors (240)
  • 4 Squadron of Armed Transport Shuttles (48)

Location: Exegol, Outside the Red Honeycomb Zone
Objective: Fleeting

The Spearhead Fleet emerged from hyperspace in a tight bundle broadcasting friendly IFF signals to any Galactic Alliance vessel in the area. The last thing they wanted was a misunderstanding about their presence here.

They had come to fight the Maw.

Not those they had come to aid in that fight.

Dasmi's holoprojection appeared in the command section, his former XO glancing at the glowing form. It still didn't suit him in her opinion. This new face of his. But the Chiss woman kept her opinion quiet for the time being as the two stared out into space.

The storm had gathered around this point of the map, and it would roll across the surface of this planet to crack it to its core. To remove the stain of the Maw from the galaxy.

Rimes turned her head to the projection with a speculating glare.

"Here to micromanage or can you trust me to act?"

The fizzling and shimmering form was slow to respond. Whether the anomalies had a hand in the delay, or Dasmi himself was ponderous mattered little.

"I trust you to act accordingly, Rimes. Always have."

He'd already shared his introspection of the possible outcome of this day. And she had given him enough time to worry about all of their fates. One of his ill suited traits to worry about those under his command.

But it was, at times, endearing.

In a short sighted and ignorant sort of way.

"Let them know we-"

Rimes waved her hand to silence him, the communication officer nodding to affirm her silent request. A few seconds passing before they nodded once more and Rimes had the communication line to her headset.

<"To all Galactic Alliance vessels around Exegol; This is Ex-oh Rimes under the command of Admiral Dasmi Lindervale, the Eternal Empire stands, and fights alongside you. We will be moving into the area of operation within thirty standard minutes.">

The message was left to its effect as Rimes began to instruct the Fleet to move forward, reports of shield fluctuations occurring as they drew closer inside the system. The reports directly fed to Rimes and Dasmi in tandem as the projection seemed to distort a little more with each passing minute.

The Ragnarök lumbered forward as the center piece of the first Eternal Fleet to arrive, Interceptors not yet launched as a squadron of Sensor Droids were ejected into space.

The Sensor droids peeled off from their friendly forces, attempting to encompass the system in equal measure and set up their scans to provide as much telemetry and data as possible.

---Tags---​

Enemies: Grand Shepherd Burtch Marlon Sularen Ira Sarrin
Allies: Jack Versio BB-610 GA | EE

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[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

Wearing: Glitterstim Original
Equipment: Lightsaber
Location: Maw Freighter
Tag: Darth Temerant Velda Nar-Donna Darth Wallgof Briana Sal-Soren Cybelle Sal-Soren

BOOM

A missile explosion? Maybe. Or one of the escort fighters, Brandyn certainly hoped that not to be true. Either way, the retrofitted turbolasers from the freighter were doing their darnedest to try and knock the boarding shuttle out of space.

The ship rocked with another blast again. Brandyn stumbled, bumping into Cybelle's shoulder. He looked down with a quick apologetic glance, and mouth the word, 'Sorry'. "Hey Bri...can you try not to remind me what I had for breakfast this morning?" He called out to the cockpit in the small shuttle. There was barely enough room for the three of them. He hoped this item codenamed Project Jareth was small enough to fit on the shuttle when the escaped with it.

The freighter had launched early from Exegol in an attempt to smuggle the secrets of Project Jareth out of the grasp of both Jedi and Sith Order's alike. Dispatching three Jedi Knights to intercept this freighter showed just how much the New Jedi Order cared to retrieve this secret, whatever it was.

Brandyn glanced over again at Cybelle. She was focused. He should have been too. But being considered a Knight of the Order was still such a new thing for him, having been knighted only days before. He found Cybelle's experience and knowledge comforting, as well as her presence. "It will be OK."

It was only then that he noted the distinct lack of sudden movements from the shuttle, as if they were no longer being shot at...at least not as much as previously. His brow furrowed. Perhaps they were too close now? Surely, Briana would begin to bring the back of the shuttle into place for docking if that were the case? He turned to ask her if something was wrong, only to feel t he shuttle lurch to the side again. His shoulder hit the wall, and he let out a Corellian curse word that he remembered his father saying.

Apparently, they were still being shot at. Just not as much? Strange.

"Something tells me we are not the only people seeking to board this freighter..."

His words were clipped off as inertia's pull gripped his stomach as the back end of the small shuttle spun about and the docking procedure commenced. His hand clung now to the handles hanging from the shuttles ceiling both Cybelle and the wall were spared a collision from the newly minted Knight on this occasion.

There was a long, pregnant pause while the shuttles computer attempted to override the freighters docking ring security. Brandyn reached for his saber, bringing the hilt up in preparation should they be immediately faced with opposition. He risked another, quick glance at Cybelle, allowing his the back of his free hand to gently brush against her.

It will be OK.

Through the Force, he reached out. Even as the doors opened, Brandyn realized that so far as the hallway they were about to enter...they were completely alone.

 

[Thalia Senn]

How long had it been since she last set foot on Exogol? It felt like an eternity. As she and the team she'd been assigned blasted through the Red Honeycomb Zone along with the rest of the fleet it had taken a mountain of will and self-assurance to keep her from jettisoning away in an escape pod. When the announcement came that this mission was finally happening, her master Amani Serys didn't even blink when Thalia said she had to be there. She knew how much this meant to her, but warned her of the dangers.

Thalia knew better than any of them the dangers of Exogol and the realm behind that bloody labyrinth of stars.

On the ground she could feel him tugging at her, feel Tempest trying to break free. They made her head throb, made the bile in the pit of her stomach boil. Even worse she could hear the Kyber screaming. She had seen and heard it many times in visions and her dreams. It was a mountain of bled Kyber, here since before Palpatine had even found this plane of darkness. Its power blinded, its power corrupted, its power brought pain. It was like a cycle generator, providing power to a reaction that would then garner more power to feed off of and repeat the circle.

It cried for help.

Her hands tightened into fists and she leaped into the shadows.

 

[Ala Quin]

​

Meditation was the only recourse on the rocky descent to the surface of Exegol. Well, it was Ala's only recourse. Her mind had gone back to the dark times in her past. Having faced the viciousness of the Maw on several worlds, and fighting alongside the now deceased Nimdok, Ala felt the subconscious guilt of her failures with the Bryn'adul start to become a distraction, one she could not afford.

She had lost herself, her heart, against the Bryn. She had lost herself long before Tathra Khaeus had broken her body. A Jedi known for heart, compassion, kindness and a never failing belief in the light that existed in all...had become a cold-hearted warrior. She knew the Maw had the capacity to create that within her again, but she would not allow it to happen.

As a part of Strike Team Windu, she and her team mates had been tasked to take the gate and provide access to the Maw territory beyond. It would undoubtedly be a fiercely protected area, but she did not think it an insurmountable goal. Even in the midst of this seemingly impenetrable darkness, she was feeling the light sparking into being. She only hoped, that in the battle, the Jedi would not lose their soul as she had once done.

Without being told, she sensed their journey was near completion, and they were about to land. Their disembarking would likely be meet with immediate aggression, and they would need to fight their way to the gates. With a subtle nudge, the two silver saber hilts at her side dropped into her waiting palms.

"May the Force be with us all," she said, mostly to herself.

| Caedyn Arenais | Amani Serys | Kranak Vizsla | Oriadne Hallas |
| Ishida Ashina | Zark San Tekka | Darth Carnifex |​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Outside of the citadel
Tag | Dreidi Xeraic

What a wonderful place this was, it made the vampiric woman wonder what could have been. Though, sadly the dreams of what all could have blossomed from the maw were now becoming a distant whisper, a white noise like the guns and artillery going off in the distance.

This spot had just seen action, the dead littered this place... Be it Maw, Galactic alliance, Empire... The list goes on. A perfect place for a carrion crow such as herself to pick at what was left, each body had something of interest. Be it trinkets and baubles that held memory, or... Most importantly the flesh, marrow, eyes. What all could she see? So many eyes!

She of course does as she pleases, using a tool to scoop out those delectable ocular orbs, soon to be handed to some arm that emerged from the woman's back. Black as the void of space, the hand would open its palm, only closing its fist when an eye had been placed. Once opened again the eye was nowhere to be seen, and Adeline got to have a glimpse at what had happened... Nothing too exciting, a simple man who grew into a zealot for the Maw. Shot up and trampled into the mud and stone, all alone till Adeline had arrived.

A pale finger gently caressed the dead zealot's face, soothing his spirit before it became part of the winds, floating away to whatever afterlife.

Adeline stands, placing a picture she had found back on the body... Not her interest.

But what was that smell? It pierced through this yard of bones and was instantly picked up by the woman's senses, a living person was near... And this person carried the light with them, no doubt a self righteous Jedi on the hunt for any members of the Maw. But it clicked in her mind, if she could sense them, they could sense her. They could feel her chimeric force, stitched together by perhaps hundreds of souls she had devoured and turned into herself. This wasn't a normal feeling, it would feel as if the dark was grafted onto the skin of whoever it was that Dreidi Xeraic just not sensed.

Despite what her natural hunter instincts told her, there was no need to go hide in the shadows... Her teachings and wit told her to just simply wait, and that she did.

Done with collecting for now, the arm had sunk back into her. For now she simply adjusted her dark suit and waited, passing the time by gazing at all the material around her... Ah it reminded her of when her past self had worked briefly with Kyrel Ren . That poor soul had to deal with Jackal... It made the woman wonder if anything ever became of their work? Had they known one another now, she possessed the right tools and mind to make another of his kind... Oh how lovely that would be! But, for now she simply has to put such an idea far in the back. No doubt the man was here, but it would be his last stand.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"The Dark consumes everything about a person, no matter who they are. The fact he's been revived against his will and forced as a weapon of the Sith, I'm surprised he hasn't lost himself to this extent sooner."

Kahlil let out a sigh, frowned. Scratched at his cheek as he turned his gaze to Exegol and surely where the Wrath and the rest of the Sith were preparing for this final battle. Like a moth to the flame he'd come here. Seek out her. It'd always been about her, since the day she first struck down one of his own. The man before surely would've fought for his people wasn't the same person he was now.

"Just, stay close, yeah? We're not letting Vera have one parent when this finally all ends." This time he grinned, leaned over to gently press a kiss to her forehead.

"Deal?"

Kyrel Ren | Valery Noble