Annihilation Final Eclipse | GA Annihilation of Exegol

[Thelma Goth]

Felix Astermo
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Whoops. Didn't mean to sound offensive there. She probably should've chosen her words more carefully.

The creature swung at her with the pipe. As soon as he struck first, all bets were off. Thelma dropped and rolled out of the way, then responded with staggering violence, wrenching the piece of wreckage from the monster's grasp with the Force in hopes of partially disarming him before striking at Marrow with her blade. She paid little heed to the unconscious man on the ground behind her.

 

[Alicio Organa]

ORBITAL PRISON STATION, EXEGOL
OBJECTIVE: ESCAPE
- Damian Du Couteau - Strike Team Amidala -​

The clanking of the soldiers' boots on the cold metal floor was all Alicio could hear. The constant, harsh sound pounded against his ears, while a metallic taste flooded his mouth. Every once in a while, Alicio was dimly aware of a speck of his own blood dripping down from his hairline to splatter against the floor, as he was forcibly dragged by the arms along the corridor by armored Maw goons.

Finally, Alicio heard the sound of a rattling gate opening, and then felt the harsh kiss of durasteel. Damian would watch as the cell across from him was opened, and a cadre of four Maw guards tossed in the dark, tattered form of Senator Alicio Organa, locking it just as quickly behind him.

The four soldiers laughed at the still body of the senator, before travelling on their merry way, not even bothering to chain up the incapacitated Alicio. Even once they had left, the sounds of their boots trailing off into another part of the station, the Count only laid unmoving against that cold metal floor.

 

[Janesha Porwool]

OBJECTIVE II STRIKE TEAMS FOR THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
!!! Let's get this show on the road !!!

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Strike Team Leader: Osarla Ridor
ATTN: Teshi Ocano | Sara Roche | Alexander Hayes |

Somehow, against all odds, they made it to the ground. Some of the troopers on the other drop-ships had needed to bail, utilizing their onboard chutes to float down. Others hadn't been so lucky. She never heard the screams, but she could imagine. When the door whooshed open, Tal and her met a somber crowd, and their visages were crushed. She clapped her hand on the nearby corporals shoulder as he watched the troopers unload some heavy weapons. Troopers milled to and fro, setting E-web emplacements up, digging earthworks till their hands blistered and making themselves a hardened position.

"Corporal."

The corporal turned, a small tear in his eye. Her heart broke. He had friends that were already gone, and since they were her soldiers, she felt it as well. A heavy weight fell upon them. It was something even liquor could not shake. They mustered slowly, in a semicircle, looking to her, Tal the Commander and Xo. Commander had no words, Xo clammed up. She stepped forwards, nodding.

"Already we've paid the price, fifty-fourth. Don't let those deaths be in vain. We have a mission, to take those shipyards and demo them. Let's make the bastards pay for every life they take with ten of theirs. How copy?"

They nodded in silence. She drew her breath deep and boomed this time.

"How copy!"​

The response was overwhelming, almost sending a river from her eyes.

"Valor!"​

She nodded and mustered the loudest scream she could, piercing the night and murk. Hopefully the Imperials and the maw heard it.

"Onwards!"​

The command team stepped off, to their Tactical ops center, giving her a small salute. She snapped it back and nodded.

"Right, squad three on point, fan out in delta formation just like we drilled in small unit tactics. Any part of our wedge takes contact, remember your three d's. Direction, distance, description. Tal?"

She glanced left, letting the aqualish Staff Sergeant have his say.

"You heard the word people. Grab that ammo and let's go."

They moved out into the darkness, a thousand or so individuals, moving slow and methodical. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to meet their first test, running afoul of the Imperial lines....

FN-999 | Other Imperials, Come at me.

 

[Jadcasa Leesib]

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ATTN: Thelma Goth | Ichika Masudo | Jand Talo | Corazona von Ascania | Silas Westgard | Dreidi Xeraic | Dominik Borra | 2Cale Gunderson| Aleksandr Stirsea | Kat Decoria

OBJECTIVE II: SHADOW AND BONE
OBSERVE, DOCUMENT, EXTERMINATE
AT THE CIRCUS/DARK CARNIVAL GROUNDS

As the group moved out, she stayed in the rear, smart goggles scanning the area. The others had the point well in hand until they came upon what looked like circus grounds. She was picking up a faint holonet signal here, or was it crypt net? Either way, all hell broke loose, and she dipped, stepping back to avoid the chaos and slipping out of the tent she was in.

She crouched, glancing around outside. She had told them she'd warn them when she left, but that was a partial lie. If the enemy had been listening, it was a ploy. The law of large numbers dictated they'd have a plant or a saboteur somewhere in every formation.

Instead, she slipped off into the darkness between tents, gun hand on her SMG, finger protecting the trigger guard. The signal was growing stronger. She couldn't believe her luck on spotting a nearby terminal. It looked lie it was abandoned. Hairs stood up on the Auditors neck. No terminal would be left abandoned like this.

No way, no how. It's a fething trap

Let's see who's on the other side....​

She stepped back, taking a wider glance around, goggles reading infrared and thermals, trying to pierce exegols secrets. Heavy fog began to form.

She decided to wait, and took a knee behind a nearby group of steel cargo crates. She was silent as the grave, still as a statue, and her breath made not even a whisper. The SMG came up, resting its stock into her shoulder, held at the high ready. The other hand hovered near her gun belt.

Fifteen minutes. If no one showed after that time, she'd approach. What she wouldn't do was rush into the honeyed trap. Not until she was ready. Part of the readiness was assessing the ground, the other half, shaping the encounter.

The tent sounded crazy, She ignored it, somewhere north about a hundred or so meters from the pandemonium. She wasn't here for mass warfare, she was here for data and to stack bodies.

Intelligent bodies. To bleed the enemy of their own agents...


While she waited, her watch began a man in the middle attack, trying to intercept incoming and outgoing network traffic from the relay terminal...

 

[Danton]

Danton roamed the Citadel's outer ring. There, an old carnival waited, some twisted scene built by one of the less hinged warlords among the Brotherhood. He'd never determined its purpose, whether as a trap or just for sick entertainment for their slaves, but it would serve as his staging point for now. The setting for his next kill.

A loud bang sounded nearby. Danton whirled, on guard. But when he glanced ahead, he saw a body, a man, flying from the circus tent like a catapulted corpse.

He paused, blinking. "The fuck?"

The words slipped out of Danton unconsciously, unsure of what he'd just witnessed, but he shrugged it aside with the shake of his head. Forget sense. Exegol was under attack, chaos spreading across the planet like a wildfire, and it wasn't his duty to question every single bizarre occurrence that crossed his path. His purpose was to keep it clear. For War, for Death, for Rebirth.

That was what he was told, and he was a good, obedient servant.

Danton veered clear of that direction, another shadow in the dark. Fighting continued to rage, and while he should've joined with the pair of Sith busy negotiating with each other, he chose to avoid them for now, searching out for lone prey. Jedi. He knew them to be close. More than just those by the circus tent. They stank of the Light.

Little did Danton know that his main obstacle, the enemy he would be facing, was someone not even gifted by the Force at all. A spy, armed with a rifle and a startlingly good eye.

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Allies: The Brotherhood of the Maw
Enemies: Jadcasa Leesib , Strike Team Tano
Other: Tegan Starfall , Darth Malum of House Marr , Val Drutin​

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[Dominik Borra]

PHASE 1
FORBIDDEN DISTRICT - EXEGOL
Allies:
Jand Talo | Corazona von Ascania | Ichika Masudo | Strike Team Tano
Enemies:
Darth Malum of House Marr | Val Drutin | Tegan Starfall | Other bad bad dark peeps
Equipment:
Personal Armor | Robotic Arm | Cybernetic Eye | Thorns | Amulet of Many
Ebony, Sword | Cross Cryo Projector | SPS-25 Whisper Suppressed Sidearm | DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System

"For now, we should be reactive, Agent Guns Galore," "We will approach, determine the threat - if any - and see what waits, before responding with appropriate force."
"I will lead."

Dominik nodded. "Roger, Sir." Jand was a smart kid. throwing grenades at a circus tent would be acting in fear and could result in nothing. It could be empty for all they knew. Though if he was being fair to himself, a circus tent like that here, on Exegol, creeped him out. More insane Mawites being insane. Jand lead and Dominik followed, behind and to the padawan's right. He made sure to randomly check their six and the surrounding area, his Eye actively searching thermal and infared as he scanned the desolate dry planet. Give it a sun, it could pass for Tattooine.

Nothing on scopes.

"I'm glad you've joined us, Dom. Er," Cora's lips pulled into a grimace as she addressed the SIA agent. "My apologies. You share the same name as one of my younger brothers, Dominik."

He looked at the young woman and smiled, despite her not being able to see it. "My friends also call me Dom, so you're right to call me it also." No reason to not be friends with the padawan. She was polite and kind and he could sense some amount of tension between her and Jand. What it was he wasn't sure, though he leaned towards her liking the boy. He was smart and direct and others might call Jand 'cool'.

As they walked the sound of storms and the echoes of the starship's battle cries were their only companion. Until... Dominik wasn't sensitive to the Force, but the long exposure he'd had to the Force and it's abilities, learning how it worked on a deep level in order to further counter and fight it, he'd gotten a little feeling, perhaps simply instinctual now, whenever the Force was strong with a person or place. As they got closer to the tent, he felt the deep wrongness, his own stomach wanting to squirm and flee. It felt similar when on Metellos, drawing closer to the Hell Well or whatever they called it.

Then they came across the battlefield. Alliance soldiers and Maw warriors, scattered and bloodied and broken. At Cora's exclamation he figured she was going to turn away or throw up, but she kept her cool and got closer to one. Right, with the war she'd probably seen similar horrible sights and dealt with them already.

Dominik also walked forward, rifle pointed at the bodies he passed by incase necromantic magic was used. It would be quite the trap, but none moved. They... Each and every one, their hearts were gone. Ripped out, broken bones protruding from their backs or chests.

"Whatever did this…" Lowering the cloth from her face, she threw a look of hardened concern to Jand and Dominick. "...is in there."

Well, he wasn't going to ignore the padawan, she could feel the Force around here far better than he could-

BOOM!

The roar of a cannon reverberated out from the tent and Dominik whirled with his rifle. Something- no someone with a lightsaber streaked towards them, passing over Cora. His Eye was already active and traced the trajectory and predicted flight path instantly, and his training without it was impeccable. But the man was going fast. He fired once, a bright blue blaster bolt sent to intercept the flying man.

 

[Jand Talo]

[ Equipment | Lightsaber ]

CIRCUS VILLAGE
FORBIDDEN DISTRICT​

Jand was aware of the conversation taking place as the trio moved, until they reached the garish and oddly decorated circus village.

The chaotic nature of the area was evident, as Corazona responded with shock and disgust, which was understandable. The scene was grisly, certainly, with the hearts removed from a number of corpses littered around. Jand paused beside one, as he looked at the dead eyes of the thing, his own gray stare unwavering.

Between the Agent, who had taken it upon himself to be rear-guard, and Corazona who had a stronger Force sense, Jand fell somewhere in the middle. He reached for his lightsaber handle, tugged it free from his belt, then began to scan the area - specifically the tents - with close scrutiny. The dusty ground held all kinds of tracks, footprints, though time wasn't on their side. Especially when the other Jedi Padawan claimed that the thing - or individual - responsible was ahead, in the tent, and Jand could feel something as well...

"So it would see--"

Jand's agreement was interrupted from the tent, as a loud boom resounded.

* Snap-hiss *

The Nagai's blue blade activated, as his reflexes and combat experience took over, his capacity to react far superior to baseline humans. From within the tent, a blurred humanoid shape flew through the air, who passed Corazona, and approached Jand's direct location - along with a purple lightsaber held in hand. Reaction time was critical:

Jand twisted the handle of his blade, splitting the hilt into two halves, as a second blue blade activated and he dropped into a crouch.

The first blade went high, to parry.

The second blade slashed in an arc, to attack.

Jar'kai.

At some point in that sequence of events, there had been a blaster shot, though Jand knew it came from where the Agent held position, by direction of hearing alone. The attack from the Mawite - or Sith - was bold and aggressive, and might have worked, had the sentient's speed been faster than the sounding boom of whatever had launched him.

"Corazona, eyes on the tent and whatever comes out," Jand said as he spun to prepare for a follow up should the sentient projectile land and resume attack. "Agent Guns Galore, the high ground might be advantageous right now - how well do you climb?"

With a flourish of lightsaber spins, Jand moved into a defensive stance, and held both blades - one in each hand - ready to engage...

Allies: Corazona von Ascania | Dominik Borra
Enemies: Tegan Starfall | Val Drutin | Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Val Drutin​

 

[Calix of Thyrsus]

Sisserith
[ armor ] [ lightsaber ] [ blaster pistol ]

[ valhalla calling ]​

Force Sense kicked in just as the missile was launched.

The thrusters in his armor ignited, pitching the Thyrsian to one side as the lumablast went off. Crashing onto his side, the teen was blinded as he landed rather inelegantly, but it had the benefit of rolling out of the path of the shotgun blast.

When in doubt, do a barrel roll.

Or flail wildly while crashing, as the case may be.

Rolling up into a three-point crouch, the afro-headed youth blinked and squinted as his vision was an explosion of blurred lights and colors. He tensed his body, ready to move again, but he'd need a moment to get his bearings.

And probably longer than that for his vision to begin to clear.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

You Will Witness My Destruction!​

Post: 3
Location: Abandoned Carnival, Forbidden District Outskirts
Objective: Back in Black!
Equipment: x2 Lightsabers | x2 Frag Grenades | Utility Belt | A-180 blaster | Defender (on Nails)
Enemies: Everyone
Allies: No One
Tags: Jand Talo | Corazona von Ascania | Val Drutin | Darth Malum of House Marr | Dominik Borra

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Tegan nodded and let a wicked little smile cross her face as the boy spoke of Darth Maliphant or Empyrean reasoning. Kaggoth had rules to be sure but deeming one to weak was not grounds for refusal. Then again that was how those at the top always played the game trying to dismiss other as weak or lesser with out actually having to prove it. Tegan knew it well and that was exactly why she chose to betray the sith in the first place because she wasn't going to be pushed down because of a council or emperor's ego trip. Yet the kid overall hit right at the heart of the problem the same weak rot seemed to rise to the top causing the cycle to start all over again.

She stopped in her tracks for a moment she felt a tinge of sadness for split second. This boy was young he did not yet understand the same thing Tegan had seen happen for thousands of years. What it would be like to be so young and naïve again. Blind to the driving mechanisms behind the Galaxy in constant war. As she stood there listening to his words and the amulet speaking in ur-Kittât a large BOOM! Happened and that crazy git she was stalking went flying overhead and straight out of the tent. Tegan followed him with her orange eyes until he disappeared through the flaps of the tent door. Her sights returning to the boy.

She could feel it in his heart he would not change his mind or way easily, even as he extended a peace offering of sorts to follow her if she helped him with the Jedi outside the tent. The thump, thump of his heart and the blood flowing through his veins like a rushing river for the moment the lie took place. It was the way though was it not lie, cheat, steal, and kill what ever get's you what you want and to the top. Well until those at the top tell you to stop because you are out shining them. She could have explained it all to him from the way Kaggoth was suppose to work to what actual refusal meant. She could have tore down every last image of the sith but in that moment she realized it didn't matter, the boy would have to learn on his own or remain a blind sheep like so many others.

Tegan just took a deep breath and then exhaled as she turned in on heels and headed for the tent doors. "Stay behind me or I'm liable to kill you!" No armor and wearing little more then rags her little legs marched forward. As she stalked forward purple magickal energy began to swirl around her arms as the fingers on her hands with those long black nails seemingly danced to unheard music. Her orange sulfuric eyes flared up brightly the darkness in her began to spread and grow like a darkside nexus. The ground began to turn dark and the air became chilling cold. Any light in the sky became dark with thick black clouds and lighting began to strike at the ground around the tent.

She reached the tent doors one orange eye stared out the Jedi dressed in pale skin. She also saw a younger lady accompanying him and she could see them but could feel a third among their ranks no doubt the one that had fired the guns as Jedi weren't widely known for their gun play no doubt it was a soldier. Tegan waited a moment as lighting strike struck right in front of the tent doors to knock back anyone who was to close. Dust flew into the air from the ferocity at which the lightning struck the ground and the bright flash of light would temporarily blind anyone who was looking in that direction. As soon as it happened Tegan in all her tiny little imp glory stepped out of the tent a wide white and blood stained toothy smile crossed her painted face. The wild witch staring darts in the pale skinned Jedi's direction.

She sent a mental note to the sith that was suppose too be behind her. "You take the pale skinned Jedi, I'm going to kill his companions. Take it slow I want him to feel the pain of loss." The words dress and droipping with venom in the young siths mind. Then as the dust cleared, Tegan still eying the Pale Jedi Jand Talo that smile growing wider and more demented by the minute. "I told you, you can't kill a God, Darth Solgun my apprentice." She then let out a maddening cackle as she lifted her hand and sent a ripple of telekinetic force that ripped through the ground and air nocking up chunks of earth in all directions as it quickly moved in the direction of the Girl Corazona von Ascania that she did not yet know. There was no time for games or pleasantries, Jand needed to learn his lesson.

 

[Sturit Goan]

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// FERAL ACTUAL // COLONEL GOAN
// OBJECTIVE // SURVIVE // FORBIDDEN DISTRICT
// FOCUS // HELPING HAND // Pradd Miolonn // THE MAW // OPEN
// EQUIPMENT // Combat Assault Tank Armor Mk. 1, KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle, REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" Pattern Particle Blaster Pistol, Miscellaneous Equipment
// BATTALION // 8TH ARMORED BATTALION "FERAL BATTALION" // 1x Command Unit, 5x Armor Companies, 56 XT-62a Cataphract-class Main Battle Tank, 14 All-Terrain Armoured Shield Generators, Miscellaneous Support Vehicles // ENGINEER COMPANY // TXT XV-60a Armored Personnel Carriers, Engineers // INFANTRY COMPANY // TXT XV-60a Armored Personnel Carriers, Stormtroopers // UNKNOWN // FORCES SCATTERED

A distant blast woke Sturit. Immediately his head started pounding; he felt like he'd been asleep for months. A second blast snapped him back to attention, and he forced himself to take in his surroundings.

Comfortable chair, tight space, control console -- he was in his Cataphract. He felt his chair was slanted, the tank was at an angle, maybe fifteen-twenty degrees raised on the right side. Everything was off; the low red of the emergency power lighting was the only thing keeping him from the darkness. He glanced to his left, where his driver should have been sitting.

<"Vern-">

Right. Vern wasn't there. When they'd gotten hit, the crews had been loading in. He craned his neck back to look at the gunner seat. Bohu was slumped against the left side of the turret, the arms of his armor cracked from the force. Sturit looked down at himself, and saw the difference -- the seatbelt taught against his chest. His own caution had finally saved him.

Now, though, the seatbelt felt suffocating. He unclipped himself, and nearly tumbled into the next seat over before catching himself. Slowly he reached up and pushed against the hatch to take a peek outside.

It was starting to come back to him. The Forbidden District -- rows upon rows of vast shipyard pits stretched out as far as the eye could see, which was not very far, given the darkness that fell upon the place. His only source of light was far above; a crack in the surface. Though it was distant, if he had to guess, it was about tank-sized. Flashes of light came from above.

Looking at the wreckage of his landing, he found himself giving a prayer to some unknown god for his survival. The Cataphract had crashed into a massive pillar. The rubble pinned one side, and he could see his tank's reactive armor had been spent on the impact. The main generator was damaged; the outer armor where it was appeared to have taken the brunt of the fall.

A few other beams of light were scattered about the old shipyards. Distant sounds of battle gave him a slight hope, but also a fear. He was alone -- his tank was without power, stuck, deep in enemy territory.

No, that wasn't the source of his fear. When he looked back out into the darkness, he found a chill run down his spine. Something was there. He didn't know if it'd noticed him yet, but he was sure that when it did, he wouldn't stand a chance. As quietly as he could, he squatted down and closed the hatch.

For the next few minutes he did his best to fix things up. Bohu wasn't dead, it turned out, but was both unconscious and in critical condition. The tank's backup power was intact, and he began the startup process again; even if he couldn't move, it was better to be a sitting duck with a MegaCaliber Six than just a sitting duck.

But that was all skirting around the issue. He took the command seat again and opened up the comms. He knew any signal he put out would likely draw the Maw to him just as it would the Imperials or Alliance. If he even sent a signal, who would hear him over the chaos of battle? Who would have time to come to his aid? Still, he felt he had no choice. Better have a hand in his fate than leave it up to who found him first.

He turned on the distress beacon, and spoke quickly into the comm.

<<"This is Colonel Goan of the 8th Armored. I'm stuck in the shipyards of the Forbidden District -- my gunner is critical. Need medevac now. Broadcasting my position. Out.">>

He turned off the comm, breathed out, then pulled his rifle from the storage compartment and waited for the worst.

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective: Defeat enemy counter-attack

Nearby Allies: Jasper Kai'el Calix of Thyrsus BB-610

Nearby Enemies: Romund Sro Sisserith

Aiming down the sights Minerva kept firing burst after burst against the oncoming Mawites. Slug rounds and blaster bolts flew back and forth followed by grenade blasts. Despite the sheer ferocity thrown against them the Alliance troopers using the holding pens as makeshift cover stood fast. The enemy's reckless charge and their own skilled marksmanship gave them an edge. Minerva took cover behind a door ledge avoiding several bullets that were meant for her.

Drawing out a frag grenade she primed it and tossed the little sphere overhead. It ignited scattering sharpal that shredded two hostiles and wounded another who fell sideways crying out in newfound torment. Quickly she resumes shooting, eliminating a pair of humans with two bolts each center mass. Taking cover again Minerva reloaded a new clip into the rifle while Sergeant Sarid blasted away with his grenade launcher.

"Is there any end to them?!" A young freckled face trooper exclaimed in growing fear beside them.

"Keep shooting! It's us or them private!" Sarid growled.

He fell back to load up the launcher allowing Minerva and the rookie to take up for him. Just as they and the others gun down several more a red lightsaber ignited in the center of attackers. Briefly the Mandalorian paused, noting it was a disfigured Zabark missing more than half his horns. Baring sharpened teeth he bellowed a roar of challenge before leaping into the fray.

He drew attention to himself deflecting blaster shots with efficient skill. One of the redirected bolts caught the private next to Minerva in the left shoulder. Grunting in pain she nearly fell but Minerva caught her and brought her back with Sarid covering them firing two grenades in quick succession. The dark sider snarled as if bored as he force pushed the grenades out of the way and they exploded. Then he ran forth intending to slaughter them backed by his remaining comrades.

Thinking fast Minerva drew one of her shiva knives and threw it at him. Chuckling the dark sider instead of using his saber to cut it down he instead tried to block with his tattooed arm. It was the last mistake he ever made as the dagger exploded upon impact killing him and those closest instantly. The resulting blast broke the charge into disarray allowing the Alliance troopers to finish off the stunned enemies on the ground or still standing somehow.

"Wow you killed a Sith!" One trooper remarked but Minerva shook her head in a negative manner.

"No fully realized Sith would've made such a stupid mistake like that. None of that I heard of it at least."

"Save the debate for later you two, we still got a bridge to secure. Cmon it's up ahead."

Sergeant Sarid interrupted as he ran past them, soon joined by Minerva and several more. The rest commanded by the lieutenant guarded and treated their wounded, planning to catch up later.

 

[Siyndacha Aerin]

FRIGID VENGEANCE
THE ORDER OF IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
WESTERN COURTYARD - INTERNMENT ZONE - SITH CITADEL - EXEGOL

Friendlies:
Michael Barran | Aoki-Barran Mira | Sahar | Simon Meinrad
ASHLAN CRUSADE | ETERNAL EMPIRE

OPFOR:
GA | BOTM | TSO

'Something tells me it's going to get a little spicy this time, perhaps even Tython-spicy - good job we landed close to the action.... Makes it easier to bug out when if we complete our objective, though I dare say thats the only certainty we can rely on here.'

"Hmmm, you don't say."

She would have been amused by the little quip from one of the more intense knights of their retinue, if not for Lord Michael’s reference to Tython co-opting the path of her thoughts. It was well over a year now since she had felt the light of Rafael Therian being snuffed out, cutting through the bitterness she was feeling then, like a razor-sharp blade, knocking the wind out of her.

How that pain had torn through more than just her body, and still ebbed at times like a phantom limb. No matter how much she had distanced herself from the memory of him, and outright denied being bound to the same paths he tread. Well, in some manner, what plagued the Empire over the past year had made certain of it, at least. Whatever that thing was.

Comm chatter pulled her attention out from the inside, and she canted her ear towards it:

<"There is a high amount of Maw activity coming from the Citadel's northeastern halls. I fear something is amiss. If there are too many coming for your location, it could jeopardize the rescue mission. Permission to investigate and act?">

<"Permission granted, but be tricksy about it if you can.... If you can swing around their expected path, perhaps damage can be done to the impetus of their advance - enough that the Shamans and the other knights here can leave our mark. An' besides, we're all at the ready here, poised to play our part. Safe as we're ever likely to be out here.">

<"Affirmative. I will be there before you can say 'Meiloorun.' ">

[ Not yet, then. ]

More time to entertain her thoughts: if there was one thing to be said for her first foray onto a battlefield outside of the Empire’s borders, it was a thing of appreciation, in that she was above-ground. Doubtless so were more cultists than she had ever had the displeasure to encounter in one place, as well as possibly just about every other damnable thing that fell subject to her loathing.

'No room for error here then, conserve power until the imperative compels you.... That goes for you as well, Simon. Thought with that being said, I'm still glad to have you both here with us, but I'd like it to stay that way, not so many of us around as there were before - an' we'll no doubt be feelin' that pressure before long.... Watchwords - caution, cunning.'

That conservation was a thing she was well schooled in, already. When Lord Michael spoke the name of Simon, Aerin skirted a glance at that man, her most recent mentor these past many months, who was not so much here for her sake, as unnecessary as that was in her mind, but here for the same reason they all were - to be party to the elimination of a threat, in some manner. The remnants of the same threat that had hobbled the Empire at Tython, with the loss of Rurik Fel. And altered her, with her own direct loss.

“Yes, I should hope the spices being used here are a little different, Lord Michael,” came the utterance of her flatly-spoken, faintly clipped words, as she finally entered the discourse and flicked her silvered gaze ahead, “That the blood paying for this comprises less of our own, this time," then shifted her eyes back to the Woad to add context, "The feeling of a bond being severed so abruptly is one not easily forgotten."

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

The Citadel was as bad, if not worse, than any Sith Stronghold he had ever had the misfortune of finding himself in. In the scant time he had been here, he had seen things just in small chambers that would have made your average Brain Demon Cultists get tingly everywhere, and he remembered a rampage he had initiated against a temple of Brain Demon Cultists.

He had been in a psychotic blackout when he had entered that place, thus, he could only recall the most violent parts.

It was those parts, the parts inside him that the temple called to. To lose himself to that pull for pure, unrestrained vengeance.

How it whispered to him, promising to give him power to destroy that which had wronged him.

Nathan found himself under attack from his first Sith, a hulking brute with a great Lightsaber. The impact of blocking sent spurs of pain across his wrists and he backed off, the Sith attacking relentlessly. The soldiers were busy fending off their own challengers, and Nathan slipped into Form Three out of habit at this point. It took all his strength to barely parry his crushing Djem So attacks, and he was forced to shut off one of his blades to properly do it. But he had gained experience (and most importantly, experience points) fending off a user of this style at Kinyen. He was able to keep up. This Sith was bolstered by rage, using his weight and size as a living wrecking ball. Less use of the Force save in how it enhanced his rage.

As he raised his blade for another heavy chop Nathan drop-kicked him, knocking the blade free...and his also. Nathan concentrated, trying to pierce his opponent's mental barriers but he was hopelessly unable to. His opponent called his Lightsaber towards him with the Force but Nathan's teleport put his blade back in his hands much faster, and let him rip into the Sith's torso just as his enemy grasped his own blade. Nathan stood up, panting, spotted a Jedi Knight about to be struck down and teleported behind his Sith attacker, cutting his head off, than he was forced to defend himself by fighting his way back to his team, reserved bursts of Force Speed and reliance on Soresu carefully employed to leave himself as little open to attack as possible. Projectiles were flying out overhead, and more and more teams of Jedi and Sith alike had breached the facility, getting into fights with and killing each other as much as they did the Maw. Those staff spins taking off limbs helped a ton.

A bolt winged him in the shoulder, intense pain and heat transfering to his skin, and he called on the Force to reduce the severity of effects, to endure it more than a normal person could. A staff spin took a Sith's head clean off. He finally reached his squad and assisted in cutting through their opponents, a liberal use of Force Stun slowing and deadening the perception of those trying to kill his team, allowing his soldiers to shoot their way out of tight spots.

So far, he had only lost another two. For that he was grateful. He and the Soldiers regrouped, an all out melee breaking out everywhere. Nathan could not stop moving his blade. From nearly every direction, an attempt to take his life and the life of his soldiers.

And in the midst of the Melee, while his soldiers were busy pushing deeper, more reinforcements arriving, he spotted an extraordinarily short statured woman in the distance...he didn't know who she was, but figured now was as good as any a time to attack her also.

Nathan sprinted for Quintessa , his staff spins reflecting a bolt back into the head of a Sith Trooper that had fired at him...

 

[Val Drutin]

Jand Talo Darth Malum of House Marr Tegan Starfall Corazona von Ascania Dominik Borra
​

Val careened through the air, letting loose a wild cry of exhilaration. For once, he was well and truly flying.

He heard the shriek of a blaster as Dominik Borra fired at him. The shot struck Val right in the head. He didn't lose consciousness so much as his consciousness evacuated his body. Suddenly he was floating upward, looking down at himself and all the other people at the carnival.

By the time Jand Talo 's blade found him, Val was quite limp. His blade was easily parried, and the Nagai's attack split his body in twain. The two halves of Val Drutin each went flying in different directions. It was a bloodless but nonetheless gruesome end for the mad dancer.

Indeed, Val considered it highly unfair. Surely this couldn't be the end. "You haven't seen the last of me!" he shouted at the universe, shaking his spiritual fist at the heavens. "I... uh..." He wracked his rapidly dissipating mind for something cool to say in his final moments. "...I will live forever on the edge of dreams!"

Then he faded away like mist, his presence disappearing into the Netherworld.

 

[Silhana Cadera]

Silhana Cadera
Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid
Alor'ad (Captain), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Bounty Hunters' Guild​

Objective: Hunts down Kralmus orr
Location: Unknown Location, Exegol
Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | 2x Beskad | Besar'gam | Mandalorian vambrace || Njósnari Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Writing With: Kralmus Orr | Closed

[ Mando music ]
"Galactic Basic" | <"Mandalorian"> | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >>​

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Annihilation - Final Eclipse | GA Annihilation of Exegol

FINAL ECLIPSE The Galactic Alliance will annihilate Exegol. // START: FEBUARY 1ST - END: MARCH 1ST // IT ENDS HERE. Valiens Nantaris "How vast a resolve must these people have, time and time again, to face hardship and horror and tragedy and terror, and still take up the mantle of freedom?" -...

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Final Eclipse Shadow & Bone N. Kelga'an, Banshee-Actual The Empire Third Sector Defence Forces First Anaxsi Free Brigade -- Second TodHusars Regiment 'Banshee' Company IV Berzingue From Anaxes Ultimate Sprint -- Part I Interacting with: Aron Gowrie Eina L'lerim-Vandiir 878, Donnager...

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"Multiple hostile forces detected in orbit!" "The High Regent has engaged with the Alliance fleet!" "Jedi are attempting to breach the upper atmosphere. Do not let them break through to the shipyards or the Citadel. The ritual must succeed at all costs!" Orders, warnings, commands. They rang...

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Annihilation - Final Eclipse | GA Annihilation of Exegol

"Multiple hostile forces detected in orbit!" "The High Regent has engaged with the Alliance fleet!" "Jedi are attempting to breach the upper atmosphere. Do not let them break through to the shipyards or the Citadel. The ritual must succeed at all costs!" Orders, warnings, commands. They rang...

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Annihilation - Final Eclipse | GA Annihilation of Exegol

"Multiple hostile forces detected in orbit!" "The High Regent has engaged with the Alliance fleet!" "Jedi are attempting to breach the upper atmosphere. Do not let them break through to the shipyards or the Citadel. The ritual must succeed at all costs!" Orders, warnings, commands. They rang...

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Annihilation - Final Eclipse | GA Annihilation of Exegol

Engaging: Sisserith Nearby Allies: Jasper Kai'el BB-610 Minerva Fhirdiad Tren Chaar Shar Sieu [ armor ] [ lightsaber ] [ blaster pistol ] [ drengr of the ragnarok ] Kahlil Noble had told him to be aware of his emotions. With the adrenaline feeding into his blood, it was hard to be aware of...

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PHASE 1: ADVANCE ON EXEGOL || RED HONEYCOMB ZONE Allies: Aleksandr Stirsea, Ronan Calore (if he shows), Strike Team Tano Enemies: Brotherhood of the Maw | No PC’s until groundside (coming for you, Sahar) There was the briefest moment of quiet before, a sparse few seconds that dragged on for...

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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 (?)...

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I continued to lie on the ground with my hands on my helmet, waiting for the pain to subside. The fire was still raging behind the rock where the explosion occurred. And for me, the ringing in my ears slowly started to subside. Less ringing and more and more the crackling of the fire and my own whimpering could be heard. I didn't even know I was that loud, so I forced myself not to make any sound. Although, if I'm lucky, it didn't come out of my helmet anyway, because it was turned on so that only those sounds are heard when I speak. I tried to open my eyes, everything was less blurry. Now I was able to see a rock, a tuft of grass instead of the previous two or three.

The biggest surprise was that Kralmus wasn't here yet. It was both promising and scary. Maybe he thought I was dead? No, I rather thought it possible that he sat on some rock and watched me suffer so that he could continue the cat and mouse game he had started. That's why I quickly tried to sit up and look around to see where he could be. I didn't want to be defenceless. The attempt made me moan again in pain and the world began to spin. I might have had a minor concussion or the fact that my ears were still ringing.

I mentally requested medical information from MANIAC; the answer came immediately, no concussion. Good, the ringing in my ears caused the dizziness and the nausea. As I looked around, I didn't see Kralmus. he didn't sit on any rock. The sensors indicated it was further away, somewhere where we were before. Because of the electrical storm and the metals in the ground, I still didn't have exact data, only that it was there somewhere. Since he hadn't tried to kill me yet, I spent the next few seconds gathering my strength. Now I had to see why he didn't come after me.

Carefully, bent over, I walked to one of the rocks that was in the direction I came from. I stayed covered the entire time so it wouldn't be seen that I was moving. I was hoping that his sensors would be disturbed by the storm, not just mine. In close range, I could see quite well, far away not so much because I saw him dimly. Fortunately, the zoom was working in the helmet, so I could see that he had taken off his helmet and was standing next to the cooking pit. His look and movement suggested disappointment. He really thought I was dead or incapacitated? I think I have to disappoint him because he hasn't won yet.

He was quite far away, but he wasn't wearing a helmet, so I hoped I could hit his face, although the shot wouldn't be nearly as powerful due to the distance. And it didn't help that my hands were still shaking. That's why I didn't try to use two pistols at once, just one. I tried to aim at his head as best I could; I hated myself for having to resort to such a method, but I didn't have many options.

I took another deep breath, used my other hand to help my hand holding the pistol so that it was less shaky, and then pulled the trigger...

 

[Corin Trenor]

Katja Javik
​

The swift flick of his wrist twirled the blue blade about and sent the red bolt careening off harmlessly in the ground of blackened ash, marred with craters and rubble from the barrages of fire that hailed upon the already desolate landscape. The white plastoid shimmered in the distance, seen beyond the simmering heat of the energy fueled lightsaber. More Imperials, once more throwing themselves into a conflict on their own side to stand opposition to good and evil in equal measure. To be expected of them, ultimately.

"Is this what we're doing?" His voice called out from behind a cracked and cleaved pillar, having ducked behind it. The thrum of his saber continued to fill the empty air. "I thought you Imps were as good as dead and gone, and now all you want to do is stop me from completing your mission? Do I have that right?"

 

[Sisserith]

Location: Hangar Bay - Mawite Flagship
Objective: Protect the Flagship
Allies: BotM ( Romund Sro )
Enemies: GA (Calix of Thyrsus BB-610 Minerva Fhirdiad Jasper Kai'el @Strike Team Kenobi)
Direct Engagement: Calix of Thyrsus

Violence.

It had shaped Sisserith’s life since the moment she was spawned and thrown into the murder pits of her tribe, a brutal culling where in order to survive, a Hornless had to kill or be killed. She had survived only by virtue of her relentless, aggressive nature. Many of the Hornless she had slain were stronger, tougher, and more cunning than her—traits which undoubtedly would have served them well, had they managed to survive.

Now, all that was left of them was the energy she had seized from their bodies after gorging herself on their flesh.

Sisserith’s magenta gaze narrowed as her helmet’s visor tinted to shield her eyes against the rocket blast. She held the advantage and now was the time to press it, or so she believed. Within a split-second of the Jedi rolling up into a crouch, Sisserith squeezed her shotgun’s trigger once, twice, then thrice in rapid succession from a little less than 23 meters away, aiming to strike him in the legs with her first two shots, then his stomach with the third.

As she did, a part of her wondered if eating the Jedi’s flesh might bestow upon her a measure of his purported abilities.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-10 "Reaver" Endurance Combat Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • Hekler'Kok WMMW-01 - R
      
      • SMG
        
        • 11.43x23mm Standard 30 Round Magazine (3)
      • Rocket Launcher
        
        • Lumablast Rocket (3)
        • Plasma Rocket (4)
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - L
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Kirino Visual Interface
• Light Rotary Shotgun, Type 1 - 15 Round Rotary Cylinder Magazine
  
  • 12 Gauge Slug (22)
  • 12 Gauge Explosive (15)
• FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade
• Hekler’Kok MHG-01 - Thermal Detonator (2)
• Hekler’Kok MHG-01 - Flashbang (2)

 

[Sara Roche]

Lieutenant Roche
222nd Nova Corps, 121st (Augmented) Battalion, Corps Strategic Reserve​

Objective: OBJ II - PHASE I
Equipment: REC/STA-02 Advanced Shocktrooper Armour, REC-RCG/01 "Reaper" Particle Beam Chainblaster w/ grenade launcher, REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" Particle Blaster Pistol, C-11 "Nastirci" Combat Knife, REC-VC/01 Tactical Visor; Starship Model
ALLIES: Osarla Ridor Teshi Ocano Janesha Porwool Alexander Hayes

What remained of the 121st prepared for the drop.

The Battalion had been whittled down to a Company by now: between losses sustained in the push through the Deep Core and reassignment, the 121st was little more than a small reserve force to plug the gap of the Corps' advance. And with the mission at hand, it was likely they would simply drop in with the rest of the them.

Sara was finishing the Battalion's readiness reports, trying to focus on the task at hand. It would be grim, bloody dawn when they finally made planetfall. She looked out the window of her temporary office on the SSD, at the other soldiers of her company playing some board game or other, at one of the sergeants practicing his pull-ups on a makeshift bar, at the comms tech resoldering the wires in her field set. She could hear the faint sounds of the armoury specialists re-aligning blaster mechanisms, punctuated by the low whine of machinery.

The usually boisterous crew were well-behaved today, the weight of the mission hanging over them. They'd been shoulder-to-shoulder with their comrades, into the jaws of hell time and again. This mission would be just like the others: reaping a bloody harvest, with unforeseen losses and survivors.

Sara looked again at her reports, and the dataslate propped up against the console to her right. It still displayed the updated strategic map, showing the current status of deep core operations and control, and the Lieutenant smiled grimly.

Yes, this would be a painful day, but as she focussed her gaze on the corridor cut like a blade into Maw territory, she knew that tomorrow would be the final stab into the heart of the hated enemy.

 

[Orik Dakari]

Operation Anvil
908th Legion, 303rd Forward Security Battalion, Augmented Company, 1st Platoon
Location: OUTER FORBIDDEN DEISTRIC, EXEGOL
Objective: p u r g e
Equipment: Storm Armor Mk. IV.D Arid-use, REC-CBS/01 "Doombringer" Combat Scattergun​

The Empire would never again have a chance like this.

The rumbling of the ship’s engines grew louder as it decelerated, coming to a stop just above a desert of sandstone. One by one, the dropships landed and lowered their ramps onto the sand below, barely illuminated by their headlights.

And so the 908th Legion took its first steps on Exegol.

The rest of the legion filed out, taking up advance positions from which to strike at the enemies of the Throne. Filling out the rear with support units was the 303rd.

Orik could tell his men were apprehensive, and doubly so. Most of the 303rd had been redeployed back into the Empire, some to Bastion on "security rotations" and others to more outlying systems, where the political disturbances had, though censored, filtered their way to those who called those worlds home, including Orik himself.

Battalion Command had been put in a difficult choice: ISF had recalled most of the unit, since they were mostly MPs, but gave some leeway to "detaching" up to a Company to the 908th for the assault on Exegol. Many in the 303rd had been waiting for this day for a long time, especially the old hands, and so an Augmented Company had been assembled from those who had the most motivation and experience in fighting the Maw.

Orik, of course, could not pass up this chance.

He shifted his body inside the Storm Armor. The 303rd had been given some time to conduct crash courses on the use of Stormtrooper Armour in the past few months after they'd been relegated from frontline duty, avoiding most of the recent engagements such as on Neshtab. Orik could not complain, because he knew that had he been at the front and ordered to exterminate civilians, even if they were Sith-Imperial monsters...

Focus. This is the Maw now. No in-betweens. The Battalion is counting on you.

Orik ordered the men forward in formation, tersely. The Legion was travelling front-heavy today, almost all teeth and no tail. Every cubic metre of the dropships crammed with combat personnel and lots and lots of weapons. Nonetheless, equipment was always necessary, and accompanying the 303rd's section of the column was one of the portably long-range scanners, encased in a mobile, if fragile, platform and escorted by combat engineers.

"Ready to move?" Orik asked the chief engineer as the dropship emptied and the group began to form up with the rest of the column.

"Deployed and mobile," she confirmed.

The Reborn poured out of their camp by the thousands. ​

One by one, troopers activated their night vision filters or turned on flashlights as they submerged themselves into the darkness of Exegol, both figuratively and literally. They marched outwards in a great wave of white-clad humanity, further reinforced by the Legion's armor contingent and artillery units as they lurched forwards. Up ahead, a patch of light illuminated the way forwards, guiding the Reborn towards the Forbidden District.

Or at least, that was what they thought.

[Watch your step, lava fissures ahead!] reported a scout.

"Looks like thermals are a bust." mutttered FN-999.

[All 908th units, disable thermals and enable night vision.] ordered the Baron over the comms.

With practiced efficiency, the legion complied and continued their march, albeit slower and more cautiously. In the distance, large columns came into view, a shade darker than the black-and-blue sky around them. Some were cylinders, some were rectangular, and still others were oval shaped, all over a hundred meters tall.

"What the hell are those things?" asked a nearby officer.

"No damn clue." responded Nines. "All I can say for sure is that it doesn't look like they'll shoot us."

The Baron and the vanguard continued forwards ever further, the columns of the Forbidden District seemingly growing larger and larger. On the rocky ground ahead, a line of glowing material marked the outer bounds of the Forbidden District. As soon as the first troopers crossed it, an ear-splitting shriek went through the air.

Memories of Csilla and Tython immediately flooded through the Baron's brain.

[MOON CHILDREN!!!][/div]

<"CONTACT, 3 O'CLOCK!!!">

Orik whirled in that direction, his unit still close to the armoured units in the middle. His HUD, tagged to the portable scanner, displayed a gigantic blob of contacts streaming in from that direction.

<"LIGHT THEM UP!">

While Nines and the vanguard dealt with the Moon Children ahead, another two streams appeared from nowhere, beginning to flank the main column. One of the armoured walkers opened fire, explosive shells lighting up the medium distance, throwing the mass of cloned monsters into star relief against the sharp red of the explosion.

All around him, the soldiers of the 908th took up defensive anti-horde positions, opening fire into the two masses. Orik's own company took up position beside one of the walkers even as portable turrets were emplaced nearby.

The horde seemed endless, waves of meat and screams cut down by blaster fire. New as he was to his new rank, Orik was about to chance a query up the chain of command if they were going to make a break for it when more signals showed up on the long-range sensor. Recognised and pre-loaded sensor profiles.

They moved out into the darkness, a thousand or so individuals, moving slow and methodical. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to meet their first test, running afoul of the Imperial lines....

<"3-3-Bravo to column command, we got Alliance contacts on the scanner. Distance, half a klick north.">

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Objective: Strike Team Tano
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Adeline Noctua

Being on Exegol, Dreidi felt weird, the strength of the Dark Side felt so tense. It was everywhere and overwhelming. The presence of so many connected to the Dark Side, the intensity of the hatred, pain and anger. It took Dreidi a moment to adjust, she had been around Sith before but this felt different, this felt like nothing she could have imagined and Dreidi knew that the Dark Side was not a power that she wanted to embrace. It was not a power that she had been attempting to use, but now she knew that she never wanted to explore that side. The only hope that she could feel was that the planet could be allowed to heal and that the Jedi would be able to ensure that peace was allowed to prosper here.

Dreidi breathed in slowly as she held a firm grip on her Lightsaber. The crystal had switched colour from a dark orange to a green that matched her Magick, it was a moment that had happened where she felt the path of her being a Witch and being a Jedi were one. There was still a long way to go in terms of her training both sides and growing as a person. However, she was excited that her choices were not dividing, or at least did not seem to be divided in her Kyber crystal and in herself.

“Where would they be?” Dreidi asked herself, wondering where the Sith might be hiding. It was her mission to join the fight and keep the Sith from completing their ritual. But she had no idea where they would be on the planet. It was not possible for her to visit Exegol before now to learn of where Sith could hide under the surface. Though they might not even be underground like they had when they attempted a ritual in Galactic Alliance space.

Then she felt the presence of another, someone who was not an ally. Igniting her deep green Lightsaber behind her, Dreidi went into a defensive stance. “Who's there?” Dreidi called out as she looked around. Her body was on edge and she could feel how alert she was. Ready for any number of attacks, desperately trying to pinpoint the location of the potential Sith.

All she hoped for was it wasn’t another Sith Lord that she would end up facing.