Skirmish Fire and Blood [SAO/RNR]

[Ascendant Nemesis]

The galaxy teeters on the edge of chaos. The SITH ASCENDANT ORDER, a pact of powerful Sith Lords, has risen above the corruption of existing Sith philosophies. With their insidious plans set into motion, they seek to plunge the ROYAL NABOO REPUBLIC into a sudden conflict of brutal violence.

After successfully testing a terrifying new weapon - a SEED OF RAGE - a device capable of corrupting the minds of entire populations, the Ascendant Order has smuggled the prototype into the peaceful territories of the Royal Naboo Republic. But fate has intervened. Due to the chaos of the recent war with the Mandalorians, the Seed has been misplaced, landing on the Republic world of ENARC.

Undeterred, the Sith Ascendant Order has seized the opportunity to strike. As its dark influence spreads, the once-peaceful citizens of the planet are driven into madness, their hearts consumed by unhinged violence and rage. The Ascendant Order launches a raid, magnifying the disaster that is already unfolding . . . .



Royal Naboo Republic
| Briana Sal-Soren | Kalantha | Trent Perris | Michael Angellus | Kahne Porte | Stevru Klamat | Ma'lur'kek'thwin | Echo Athoth | Lily Decoria | Connel Vanagor | Aiden Porte | Thayze Montserrat | Lorn Reingard |

Ascendant Order
| Darth Imperius | Darth Callidus | Credius Nargath | Hellmarch | Ellissanthia | Crane Baxa | Darth Moskvin

OOC Thread

The Ascendant Order's raiding party has dropped troops around the local Republic Military Base, relentlessly assaulting the garrison and trying to apparently capture codes and intelligence from the Republic. The Ascendant Soldiers seem extremely zealous, their brutal approach maximising casualties wherever possible and drawing in as much attention as possible.

For some small scale war-posting and duels while aiming for a "bigger" objective.

The Seed of Rage is somewhere in the city. Its effects have taken shape since many days now and have been getting worse and worse with local security and peacekeepers at first trying to contain it but having joined the frenzy eventually. It has to be found and destroyed or lifted off-world to stop the carnage of a civilian population tearing itself to pieces.

Light vs Dark, duels and quest to find, destroy or protect the Seed of Rage.​

 

[Hellmarch]

Tags: Kalantha Trent Perris Michael Angellus Kahne Porte Stevru Klamat Credius Nargath Ma'lur'kek'thwin

The dropships howled as they knifed through the planet's turbulent atmosphere, their armored hulls wreathed in flames as they plunged through the storm of battle. Streaks of red and green lanced across the sky, ion trails and plasma fire interweaving in a deadly web as Naboo Republic interceptors-the vaunted N-1 and sleek Gnat-Class ships-hunted for easy kills. The distant rumble of detonations echoed across the battlefield below, a cacophony of war that only grew louder with each passing second.

Inside the lead craft, Hellmarch stood unmoving, an armored gauntlet gripping the overhead support pillar. The violent turbulence of descent did not faze him. The distant tremors of orbital bombardment did not concern him. The chaos was irrelevant. Only war mattered.

The Naboo Republic had fortified Enarc well. Their defenses were hardened, their fleet still held the line in orbit, and their garrisons were prepared to fight to the last. Even before the first Ascendant Legionary had set foot on the surface, their forces had suffered losses—dropships obliterated by precision anti-air fire, ships in orbit torn apart in sudden, brutal ambushes.

None of it concerned Hellmarch. If anything, it pleased him.

A true battle. A worthy slaughter.

The dropship's hull shuddered violently as it entered the final descent, thrusters roaring as they fought against the inexorable pull of Enarc's gravity. The sudden deceleration hit like a hammer blow, enough to throw any lesser soldier off balance. But Hellmarch did not move.

He had done this a thousand times. He would do it a thousand more.

The bay doors detonated outward, sending dust and smoke spiraling into the air as the first Ascendant Legionaries surged from the craft. Red-armored figures sprinted forward with mechanical precision, immediately engaging the entrenched Naboo garrison. The Amidala Naval Prefecture and Academy. A pompous name, though it did not lack in defensive ability. Hellmarch followed, stepping from the hold just as a blaster bolt seared across his helmet. The impact slammed into the side of his warplate, the force tilting his head slightly—but the plating held.

He smiled beneath his helmet, unseen.

Beautiful.

The Prefecture was situated near one of the major starports for the planet. A wise tactical choice. Control of a major ingress point allowed for easier resupply and rapid troop movement. Heavy Planetary Shields prevented them from bombarding it from orbit, and with each passing moment, its defensive emplacements took a toll on Hellmarch's forces. The Naboo garrison stood defiant, fortifications dug in and weapons roaring. Heavy laser cannons spat green fire into the oncoming Sith forces, while kinetic slugs ripped through the air, sending dirt and blood flying. The Republic's soldiers fought with discipline, but discipline would not save them.

The Ascendant Legions fanned out, forming a wide, sweeping arc as they unleashed ruthless, methodical destruction. Blaster fire lanced across the battlefield. Explosions tore through enemy barricades. Men and women died. Flesh burned. Metal shattered.

Another world drowned in war.

A Legionary officer approached, his crimson armor scored with fresh battle scars, his posture rigid with discipline even amid the chaos. "Lord Militant," he reported, voice clipped and efficient. "Our forces are making landfall, but resistance is escalating. Reports confirm the presence of high-value Republic targets."

Hellmarch did not turn his gaze from the battlefield.

"A development, but not our primary focus," he said, his tone as cold as the steel he wore. "The Dark Lord demands compliance. The enemy will burn. Organize the companies and begin clearing the anti-air emplacements. Once they are neutralized, we will bring down more troops and armor. The Legion marches forward. Always."

The officer snapped a nod and turned to relay the orders, his voice lost amid the thunder of war. Hellmarch did not watch him leave. His attention was devoted entirely to the escalating scenes of devastation and war.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Echo Athoth Lily Decoria
Equipment: Dual lightsabers

Enarc burned.

The air was thick with acrid smoke, the scent of scorched metal and seared flesh mingling in the windswept ruins of the city. The Sith had come in force, their legions spreading like a plague across the streets, hunting, slaughtering, and reducing Enarc's defenses to little more than ash and broken bodies.

Darth Callidus had never visited Naboo space before. Frankly, she had little interest in it. A busy woman had many places to be, people to torment, and discoveries to be made. Sightseeing was a privilege reserved for lesser beings, and within the highly militant Sith Ascendant Order, there was no room for idle wanderers. Even more so for Callidus, the Shadow Hand of Darth Imperius—always scheming, always unraveling secrets, always sharpening the Sith's ever-hungry blade.

But this?

This was a break worth taking.

They had come for the Seed of Rage, a lost relic of the Ascendant Order. And while Callidus actively sought it, she saw no reason why the search couldn't be… entertaining.

With a flick of her wrist, the Force coiled around an air speeder above, twisting metal and glass like the fingers of an unseen hand. The craft lurched, spun wildly, then spiraled into the side of a towering building. The impact shattered durasteel supports, sending a cascade of fiery debris tumbling into the streets below.

Screams.

Glorious.

Callidus inhaled deeply, drinking in the chaos. Another slight gesture, and the broken remains of transparisteel and shrapnel surged forward, slicing through the air with vicious precision. A cluster of empty transports—meant to ferry frightened civilians to safety—were torn apart in an instant. Fire bloomed from their shattered hulls, sending plumes of smoke into the sky.

She smiled.

"You are nothing but a tool."

The words slithered into her mind, cold and familiar. A frown crossed her lips. The voices again. She had kept them at bay for some time, but in moments like these—when the Dark Side surged through her like wildfire—they found their way to the surface.

"A pawn. A blade wielded by another's hand."

She clenched her jaw. Annoying.

"Kill them all."

A second voice now, lower, more guttural. It rumbled through her thoughts like a distant storm.

"They are weak. And the weak must be extinguished."

For once, Callidus agreed.

Turning, her gaze swept over the scattering civilians—filthy creatures, scrabbling over rubble, clutching their wounded, pleading for mercy that would never come. What were they, if not fuel for the fire? Their suffering was the natural order.

With measured grace, she reached for the two lightsabers at her sides. The twin crimson blades ignited with a sharp hiss, bathing the street in their hungry glow.

"Show them."

The voices whispered in unison.

And Callidus obliged.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

FIRE AND BLOOD

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Objective 2
Gear: In Sig
Ally: Crane Baxa
Foes: Aiden Porte / Thayze Montserrat
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Atop a hill, off to the left where the rumbling sounds of the invasion force churned and salivated with the forthcoming feast awaiting them in the city, I stood primed; my cold and callous eyes shifting meticulously at the city below me. How foolish of them to hold to a belief they could detain this object from us, my internal voice speaking with disdain. All these deaths would result in fatherless sons and daughters, whilst birthing a new generation of widows all in the name of defiance.

Many where here for the Seeds of Rage, others for the glory of combat; and I had come to punish. My anger, hatred, and twistedness holds no boundaries, no tethers to hold the maliciousness I wrought magically, no morality breeding amongst me in plague-like fashion. I am Lady Death. I simply murder, no further explanation required.

From the hill, and with long strides, I descended from that perch, eyes never wavering off the city. I didn't care about obtaining the object, there where far more grandiose motivations gripping my undead heart; the Seeds where merely a front, a shadowy phantom from which I manipulated for personal purposes; people. I bask manically in my unethical, and mostly evil, experimentations.

With each step, I began thinking about all the myths and legends that floated from planet to planet; those campfire ghost stories told around crackling fire, those urban stories of monsters and devilish fiends, and those stories that kept little children lying in their beds, blankets pulled up just below their eyes, eyes that darted between shadows, whilst ears stood vigilant for any creaking sound, scared to move; so frightened they slowly stained their bedsheets yellow.

What legends did Naboo have?

Today, they're were about to meet the most infamous of all legends....the Boogeyman.

 

[Trent Perris]

Protective Utility Clothing | Huckleberry Belt |Rifleman Gear
Concealed Blaster | Blaster Pistol | Voxyn Rifle | Blackout Batons | Knife
Lodestone Devices
Wristcomp | Wristband
Speeder Bike
The Harpy​

"I thought you said this place was peaceful?"

The unexpected rise in weapons fire drowning out his howling voice as he aimed his rifle downrange to engage the sudden storm of bodies headed their way. Tapping his wrist computer as the Harpy's ground buzzer cannons went quiet finally. Swiveling before opening fire once again to assist in thinning out the numbers headed his way. The portable hud in his clothing highlighting targets for his ship's A.I. to target as he dropped below his makeshift cover to check his weapon.

His companions turned defenders being different dock workers and cargo crew that had been given weapons from one of the hidden compartments of his ship. Both thankful for and cursing his luck at parking in a less noticeable spot of the starport receiving area.

Once again trying to work a deal when the poodoo had squarely hit the turbo-prop.

Instead of remaining unnoticed, the area had taken the full attention of the incoming forces. The snippets of information he was receiving detailing with a high likelihood that these were some group of Sith they were dealing with. Meaning they were a blasted wild card on what exactly it was they were doing here.

"I wanna talk to whoever is in charge here!" His shout drawing another man's confused stare before Trent motioned for him to come closer. "Who's in charge 'ere?"

A look between disbelief and anger flashing across the mans face before a blaster bolt scored a hit on their cover. Splashing them both with red hot debris as the cargo worker turned around to point at the hangars.

A frown painting Trenton's face as he shook his head.

"Of fething course they aren't here!" He kicked the ground behind him, rising once again from cover to begin pointing his sights at targets of opportunity.

He could go find whoever was in charge sure. But that would leave these lot well in over their necks.

He abhorred taking life when it wasn't the only option. Avoided trying to spill blood at every opportunity. This situation however demanded that he do just that.

His rifle sending bolts downrange to targets that seemed to be trying to snipe at the defenders from their hiding spots while the regulars surrounding them kept advancing. Kept putting pressure on the untrained group around him. Meeting whoever was in charge would wait a bit.

Edit to add Objective Image

Kalantha | Michael Angellus | Kahne Porte | Stevru Klamat | Ma'lur'kek'thwin
Hellmarch | Credius Nargath​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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I don’t really have a lot of time to make an entry right now. I’m about to be in way over my head.

Mom… mom… MOM! I’m sorry but I need you to listen to me this time. Are you on planet? Naboo! I’m sorry, but this is serious! Are you on Naboo? Okay, get as far away from Theed as you can! I can’t talk… because I can’t mom! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, but you know I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t serious!

This is Jedi stuff mom… okay… Mom… Do you want to know? Enarc is getting attacked and Naboo might be next! Yes I’m serious! Connel is out there already, I’m going to help evacuate people, or whatever I can do. Mom! I love you, but I am not going anywhere! No I’m not! Why? I’m not going anywhere because Dad wouldn’t have! Mom… You’re not going to lose me. You never were… I’m staying safe… I promise… I will. I will. I love you, Mom. Bye.

No silly entries today, sometimes you have to grow up, even when you’re not ready to and I am definitely not ready,.

Kalantha | Kahne Porte | Stevru Klamat | Ma'lur'kek'thwin | Hellmarch | Credius Nargath

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

The Stormclaw cut through Enarc's smoke choked skies at unyielding speed, the low hum of its engines nearly swallowed by the violence that'd broken out below them.

The Jedi, the Vanguard, and Republic Commandos onboard would have felt little more than the odd vibration here and there as they pulled closer. Briana knew that most of them were hyper focused on what would happen once they reached planet side, her gaze flitting briefly between her companions, friends, students — tensions always ran high before going into a combat zone, and she'd done her best to make sure they were well prepared for the mission ahead.

They'd been over the plans while still on Naboo several times, been debriefed again during the flight to Enarc. Step by step, with all of the dependencies, risks, failsafes and backups accounted for, but even with every detail planned, there was always the unknown that couldn't be predicted. The wild, uncontrollable nature of war.

But there was another element to it all as well. All of them were exhausted, running from one crisis into the next for what had felt like weeks. Hapes, the Mandalorian's, now this. She knew each and everyone of them were being pushed and tested to the limits of their resolve and courage... and still they showed up. It was the first time, in a long time, that she'd felt...anything. A modicum of warmth, and something akin to pride, filling ever fiber of her being.

Her grip tightened on the overhead rail as another tremor shook the ship and she peeled away her gaze to look out the viewport. A black veil blotted out the skyline, flames painting the horizon in shades of violent orange, the glow flickering off shattered duracrete.

The Seed of Rage had done its work well.

She could feel it — the Force trembling around her, the darkness that raged and screamed, the thick miasma of fear, anger, suffering. The weight of it pressed against her skin, into her chest, down to her soul. Briana shuddered and instinctively pulled the light more tightly around herself like a protective cloak, banishing that cold feeling back to the void.

They had to stop this before it spread and consumed everything.

The pilot brought them in low, their ship giving a final lurch as they hit the landing zone. "Remember that there are already evac units in place with Foundation personnel attempting to secure the affected civilians as safely and humanely as possible into designated safe zones. Help them if you can, but remember that our first priority is finding the Seed and destroying it. That’s the only surefire way we can stop all of this and prevent an even greater disaster than what's already taken place. Stick with your team mates and spread out through the city. Thayze, Aiden, a company of the Vanguard will go with you." Both of the Padawans were capable, she trusted them — mostly because she had to — but there was an extra sense of peace in knowing that a group of some of Lorn's best trained would be with them in the chaos. "Echo, Lily, the Commandos will be with you."

As for her and Lorn? They would be heading out alone and into the heart of the city, where the sharp edge of that darkness seemed to be spreading out from.

The ramp began to lower and Briana reached to unclip her lightsaber from her belt. Her shoulders squared, spine straightened until she looked a smidge taller — were it possible — her expression dimming to something solemn and unyielding.

She didn't need to remind any of them to be careful as they disembarked.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Thayze Montserrat , Lily Decoria , Echo Athoth , Lorn Reingard , Aiden Porte , Darth Imperius | EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber, Echo Stone, Astor's Blade

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[Darth Imperius]

• Objective: I. Rage, Rage
• Tags:
  • Allied: Darth Callidus | Darth Moskvin | Crane Baxa | Ellissanthia [all indirect]
  • Adversary: Briana Sal-Soren | Lorn Reingard [Direct] |
• Theme: Rise of an Empire

Darth Imperius set foot into the capital of Enarc, stepping off the Vehemence with calm, measured steps. He breathed in, having chosen not to adorn his helmet. Blood, smoke, violence, sweat and worse. The smell of war. The smell he had chosen to embrace and bring to the Galaxy. To all of it. His black eyes stared at the cityscape, the impressions of utter and pure violence that had erupted as sweet as they had been on Waystation Oasis. Civilians that tore each other apart, a horror, a sacrilege to the ignorant and hypocritical. But it was a mere correction of nature that nature itself desired. If it were against such, it would not have anyone and everyone have the potential to inflict these kinds of atrocities to ... anyone and everyone.

Behind him his companions stepped out, two Extremis Paladins and eight Sith Eradicators, the former cold, tempered and absolutely lethal, the latter eager, excited and filled with the thirst for glory and triumph. They were not here to protect him, but to add to the chaos. It was a large city and to find the Seed and protect it, was a bit too much for an individual alone, especially surrounded by violent mob and the forces of 'good' that wanted to undo his very true work.

His senses reached out. It was a glorious feedback, the pure emotions and passions that he felt were invigorating. They were unhinged, unleashed, unchained, everyone was. It was the Dark side that, nature itself, that spoke through them, not some forced limitations, blocking a most natural of state of minds. How did Callidus put it? They had turned the enemies home advantage into their own. Now it was not their forced calm that was all around, but it was release and relief. Freedom.

The Seed of Rage, where was it? The present carnage made it more difficult to locate the device, but it was his own taint, his work that was pulsating somewhere and he followed it. With his companions spreading out, they marched down the almost empty streets, fires burning here and there, corpses laying in twisted positions. He was coming for it and the Naboo could try to evacuate their people as much as they wanted, all who were here for too long, had their souls scarred by what they had felt and seen.

Elsewhere there was the main assault going on, a seemingly military target, using troops and firepower to draw in the main forces of the enemy while they could continue the carnage in the city. They knew so little, not even most of his own allies knew the real reasons for this attack. The Seed of Rage was a convenient method to conceal one plan and present another. And while both were viable, only one was pursued. He gave them war, opportunity, conflict, freedom. A purpose. That was what should unite them.

His lightsaber awakened, the crimson blade illuminating him as he walked down the street from his shuttle towards where he felt his own work laying.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Armor | Amulet | Shuttle |
Order of Battle
| Knights Tenebrus | Sith Eradicators |​

 

[Credius Nargath]

LOCATION: ENARC
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Hellmarch | Kalantha | Trent Perris | Michael Angellus | Kahne Porte | Stevru Klamat | Ma'lur'kek'thwin


The ambition of the many must be culled by the desires of the few
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They had begun their campaign on Enarc, with the Lord Militant Hellmarch quickly taking the lead, from his position on the bridge of the Gluttoneria, the Lord of Hunger oversaw the progress of the militant wing of the Ascendant Order on Enarc. It looked like the Lord Militant had set his eyes upon The Amidala Naval Prefecture and Academy.

"It looks like the legions under the Lord Militant's command are facing fiercer resistance than expected," The monstrous man looked down upon a holographically displayed lay out of the city below upon the planet's surface. The scans had given quite an accurate reading of the surroundings, allowing the Lord of Hunger to have a better understanding on how the layout of the planet's populated areas may work in or against the Order's advance on the ground. "Launch the pods, this rabble need to learn their place within the galactic pecking order."

Hundred's of hatches opened on the underside of the massive battlecruiser, allowing hundreds of pods filled with droids to be thrown into, and beyond the planet's atmosphere. Like a meteor shower, these pods burned through the layers of natural defense the planet had, crashing into buildings, streets and other structures with immense force upon impact, yet also within a concentrated perimeter near the aforementioned academy, truly turning the local infrastructure into a warzone. And from those pods, did emerge the droids which converged into a droid legion under the command of the Lord of Hunger.

Even more pods would find their way down, as a special cohort of droids emerged from those as well, linking up with the larger droid legion.

"Truly, who would have thought I'd once more find myself so close to any sort of engagement's frontline," The armored monster stepped through a swirling cloud of black fog, followed by his trusted Sceleratii. "Hail the Lord Militant, tell him that we have taken position on the opposite end of his advance."

Walking over towards the Arbalesk droids which formed the urban enforcement cohort, Credius reached for his forearm, tapping a few buttons as an image formed in front of him, displaying a smaller version of the earlier holographic, topographical display. "Legion Pattern long Phalanx, move forwards."

"This drop has no doubt taken some attention away from the Lord Militant's legion..." With a smile creeping on his hidden face, the Lord of Hunger watched as the Droids making up the massive droid legion started to split up into smaller cohorts, with the first two of these cohorts slowly, yet methodically marching in unison towards the academy. "I'll hold back the Arbalesks until we have a better view on the defenses..."

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Enarc
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Echo Athoth | Darth Callidus

Arriving to the world with the RNR, hearing the screams and chaos that reigned all around them. Lily wondered if this was how things were with the Phobis device that had been activated on Echnos against the Galactic Alliance. From the reports, the device was similar in the effects it had on the population, perhaps not as extreme as an actual phobis device but that was something of little relief. Not being as bad did not prevent the device from being very bad.

Lily had her hands on her hips and thought about what they were going to do. There was already a lot going on and it seemed that things were only going to get worse as Sith decided it would be an opportune moment to join the action. Lily had not long recovered from her ordeal on Woostri. The repercussions of that war had yet to fully resonate with the young Padawan. She had been refusing to really talk about the fact she watched helplessly as the Jedi in her team were slaughtered one by one. She didn't try thinking on the fact that Carnifex had survived her attack and then went to find another Padawan to play with.

Briana took charge as soon as they were on the ground, informing Lily who she would be working with and where to head. Lily nodded her head, following the order immediately. "Hey Echo, I'm Lily, not yet before. Not ideal way to first meet but hopefully we can get everyone out of here safely." Lily mentioned as she moved forward with the group.

Grabbing her crossguard Lightsaber in hand, Lily stormed forward and heard the crashing of vehicles and the destruction of Foundation evac teams. "We have to stop whoever is doing that! Let me know if you see any Sith nearby!" Lily called out to Echo then ordered several commandos to head out and make sure that civilians and evac workers were safe.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Shadows in the Light
Enarc
City Outskirts

[I’ll be fine, Father.]

[I know you will, but I wouldn’t be your father if I didn’t say it.]

As Connel set his own ship, his X-wing down, just outside the city, he could sense the panic, the dread in the general feelings. He did not delve deep, that would be invasive, but he knew he was not far away from his goal. Which was whatever was causing this, it was not one Sith, it was not a group of Sith, it was something. Checking his gear, Connel folded his combat shield as “Brad”, his astromech closed the cockpit and prepped to get back into the air.

Caltin, his father was on the other side of the city, in a larger ship, “The Starlight Sentinel”, he was prepared to take in the critical evacuees. He and a few others were guarding the ship and ensuring their safety while they were being tended to.

[I can help you, you know…]

[... and I would welcome it if you did not tell me yourself that you “were not back to the level you expect of yourself”.]

[You and your ironclad logic…] Connel smiled at his father’s relenting of the argument, not that it was one, he knew what Caltin was doing.

[I blame the excellent training of my Master.]

[I have your locator beacon. We're on the other side of the city limits to the southwest.]

[Copy that…]
With that, Connel went to work. The city was in chaos with Sith Troops running roughshod and the populace running scared. One family was cornered, and about to see their end, the Father standing between his wife and children, trying to be a protector but knowing that this may be their end. When the little boy tried to stand with him, that was when Connel acted. In a blur he took the small squad out which neither the father, nor the son could see but the little boy looked at his toy sword like it was magic afterwards.

Good job, little hero! There’s a place to keep your family safe to the Southwest of the city limits. Do you think you can take them there? While he was looking at the little boy who looked up at this dark clad, masked individual in AWE, Connel was clearly giving the boy’s father directions who picked up on and got the hint. The little boy just nodded, not sure what was going on.

Good man. Keep off the streets and stay out of dark paths and you’ll be okay, alright? No go! Be safe. The little hero stood tall and gave a salute as Connel clearly chuckled and saluted back and ran off himself. The city outskirts were a stark contrast to the bustling center, with shadows cast by the setting sun creating an eerie atmosphere. With the violence, there should be more noise out there, but it was oddly more “quiet” than it should be.

@ Ellissanthia• TAGS​

 

[Kahne Porte]

Enarc
Tags: Michael Angellus Trent Perris Kalantha Stevru Klamat Hellmarch Credius Nargath

The gunfire that exchanged within a a few minutes sounded as if this battle had been going on for decades. Amidst the scattered cries and orders being shouted in between the sounds of fire and even over. The Jedi Master stood as he glanced over to Michael and gave him reassuring nudge through the force.

He Jedi Master gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Your mother is going to be find my friend. We are the line of defense for Enarc, we cannot falter. Stay close to me and I'll look after you." The Jedi Master glanced up as pods were beginning to fills the skies, crashing into anything and everything in their path. The Jedi's hand moved forward catching debris that was beginning to fall on civilians that were to scared to move. Directing back the debris to droids coming from the pods.

The Jedi's essence and light aura reaching out to those around them, piercing the veil of fear that had paralyzed them. "You need to move, now. This is no place for you."

 

[Echo Athoth]

Enarch
Tags: Lily Decoria , Darth Callidus

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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"We have to stop whoever is doing that! Let me know if you see any Sith nearby!"

"The swarm of hatred in the air is a good indicator," Echo observed. "Follow me."

The Ogemite walked with purpose, though in a very proper manner. She simply let her instincts guide her steps, taking her to where she needed to be. The streets of Enarch were significantly damaged already. It was a sight akin to the Neo Crusader's raid on Theed. Certainly a raid they shouldn't repeat.

Turning, her gaze swept over the scattering civilians—filthy creatures, scrabbling over rubble, clutching their wounded, pleading for mercy that would never come. What were they, if not fuel for the fire? Their suffering was the natural order.

With measured grace, she reached for the two lightsabers at her sides. The twin crimson blades ignited with a sharp hiss, bathing the street in their hungry glow.

That sight. Echo would waste no time acting. She picked up a piece of rebar from the rubble and hurled it like a javelin, using the Force to telekinetically guide the arch of her throw. The slower they were to act, the more the Sith was going to linger on civilian targets. That could not be allowed. Echo drew her lightsaber and ignited it, gesturing for Padawan Decoria to follow. She'd pause for a moment, bringing her hand up to her earpiece.

<Evacuate the surrounding area. Hostile in my location.>

It was going to be a long day. Echo's reports were going to be late.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Echo Athoth Lily Decoria
Equipment: Dual lightsabers

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The streets of Enarc burned, and Darth Callidus stood at its heart, bathed in the glow of crimson flame and the distant screams of the helpless. It was a beautiful symphony of suffering, a perfect storm of destruction. She had felt them the moment they arrived—like a blight of light staining the darkness. Jedi. Always so predictable. Always so eager to throw themselves into a battle to save the innocent and weak.

It must have been so exhausting.

The first attack came swiftly. A jagged length of rebar hurtled toward her, guided by the Force. Callidus didn't flinch. With a flick of her wrist, she redirected its trajectory midair, sending it whipping back toward the Jedi's feet.

"You'll have to do better than that." Her voice dripped with amusement. "Or was that meant to impress me?"

Her faintly glowing red eyes locked onto the two interlopers—one she didn't recognize, the other a Padawan, judging by the uncertainty in her stance. Callidus tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a smirk.

"I must say, you Jedi never learn. You rush into battle, clinging to your self-righteous delusions, believing you can stop the inevitable. But tell me, little warriors…" She gestured to the destruction around them, the burning transports, the ruined buildings, the bodies scattered like discarded dolls. "How many have already died while you were on your way here?"

She let the words settle, waiting for the flicker of doubt to show in their eyes.

And then, she acted.

With a sudden motion, she extended her hand, and the Force surged outward like a tidal wave of malevolence. Rubble and debris exploded from the ground, a storm of shattered stone and twisted metal hurtling toward the Jedi. Smoke curled around her form as she advanced, twirling both of her crimson lightsabers in a blinding flourish.

"Let's see how long you last."

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Enarc
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Echo Athoth | Darth Callidus

Organising and informing the commandos to search for civilians and the evac checkpoints that were nearest to them, Lily held no nerves or lack of experience. She had been in war plenty of times and knew how to take charge of a situation. Lily also held herself as a veteran in combat, she had fought one of the most dangerous Sith Lords in existence and survived both times. How, she did not know. But she had and she made sure to work on improving every time she survived the fight. It was why she held the hilt of her Lightsaber at the ready, she was making sure that she was prepared for any sudden strikes from the Sith that were here.

With Echo contacting the commandos to focus on the surrounding area, Lily watched them rush into action as Lily stepped over to the Jedi Knight. She ignited her own Lightsaber, the cyan light glowed brightly as she twirled the Lightsaber in her hand. Shifting into a firm defensive stance as Lily breathed in deeply.

Looking at the Sith, Lily was curious what they would have to face. Having two Lightsabers was something to be cautious on but her training as an Echani as well as her Jedi training, Lily had a good idea on how to handle a warrior with two blades. There was no concern on Lily's face, she remained stoic and a calm pond. "Let the Sith come to us?" Lily mentioned to Echo, figuring she should let the Jedi Knight take the lead in the situation.

As the projectiles were flung hard towards the pair of them, Lily raised a hand up and created a barrier in front of both Lily and Echo. Making sure that they were not harmed by the debris. "I'll follow your lead, I have your back." Lily was trying not to think about the fact that her last fight against the Sith Lord had left her the only fighter left alive. It was terrifying thought but Echo wasn't in that team and Lily could not compare this Jedi's skill to those she had previously fought alongside with.

 

[Echo Athoth]

Enarch
Tags: Lily Decoria , Darth Callidus

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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Echo glanced down as the rebar was swiftly returned to her feet. She let out a sigh, pushing her glasses up as a wave of rubble was thrown towards them. Lily, in turn, made a barrier that protected them from the projectiles. And of course...

"I must say, you Jedi never learn. You rush into battle, clinging to your self-righteous delusions, believing you can stop the inevitable. But tell me, little warriors…" She gestured to the destruction around them, the burning transports, the ruined buildings, the bodies scattered like discarded dolls. "How many have already died while you were on your way here?"

The blabbing. The Sith reveled in her destruction, taunting them and gesturing to her handy work. There was no reason, only the sick and twisted enjoyment that became the overwhelming motivation for the Sith's actions. Jedi were diplomatic by nature, but one also had to recognize when there was no value in diplomacy. The Sith began to flourish her blade, all but confirming these suspicions.

"I'll follow your lead, I have your back."

"Understood," Echo stated. "Close your ears."

Echo let the energy within rumble in her chest before letting out a shout. A Force Bellow, which ripped up the foundation below their feet as a wall of sound blasted towards the Sith, the sound near deafening. The plan was simple: Disorientation. Damage the ears, damage their balance. Then they could take care of business.

This was business. A woman of composure like herself certainly wouldn't entertain banter with the enemy.

 

[Stevru Klamat]

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Location⠀ Royal Naboo Republic Military Base, Enarc
Objective 1⠀ Protect the Base, Resist the Sith.
Tags⠀ Credius Nargath Hellmarch Ma'lur'kek'thwin Kalantha Michael Angellus Trent Perris Kahne Porte

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The Mandalorian had left Naboo. Left Theed in ruins. Left blood on the streets. Left families disconnected. Left homes destroyed. Left children afraid of the sky. Gone to their feasting and boasting. Their festival lit by the fires of a dozen different worlds.

All but one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀They'd been in the hospital when the word had come down about Enarc. There'd been a lot of nagging involved on Ma'lur's part. Reminders that he should listen to the doctors, that his wounds weren't healed yet. But she'd followed him anyway. Just like she'd followed him on Coruscant. Like she'd followed him here. It was with a twinge of guilt more pointed than any pain that he looked to his side in the cramped interior of the transport, observing her in the jump seat beside him.


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It'd been tense. There had been some lies to get him here. Some subtle... and unsubtle implications that he was SIA. He'd told another officer that he was simply a concerned private citizen who'd taken the armor off of a dead Mandalorian. Another had been convinced that Ma'lur had bested him in combat and he'd sworn a blood oath to serve her. But in the end, they'd boarded a transport to Enarc in the company of the military, his armor hastily stenciled with RNR iconography and spray paint slashes of crimson and gold. Which meant they were patched into their comms. Which meant that they could listen to a world rip itself apart in real time.


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Some sort of madness had taken the populace. An element of their force had already broken off for the city center. Their destination was to face the enemy as they attempted to establish a beachhead, and hopefully to battle them back. Killing the external audio feed into his helmet, he isolated the comms, single human eye closing shut. One beskar clad hand moved over to grip at Ma'lur's shoulder, using her to steady himself as he brought his full attention to bare on the chaotic comms traffic itself. Reports of enemy troops making landfall and pods falling from the sky. Shifting in his seat, he released Ma'lur, and then his straps.

{"Open the rear hatch, I'm taking a look."}


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Snatching a pair of electrobinoculars from a rack, he stepped down the ramp as it descended into open sky. Blaster bolts spanged off the hole and sang through the air around him as he brought the viewfinder of the binocs up to his macrobinocular viewplate, interfacing the two. Pointing it towards a series of buildings in the distance, he adjusted the zoom, then tapped a couple of settings to bring up the name of the location and it's grid coordinates. Adjusting a couple of things on his gauntlet, he transferred the image from the binocs, to his helmet, and then converted it for transmission via comms. Switching over to the wide channel, the soft rasp of his voice rang out, clear and confident over the comms.

{"Be advised. Sith forces appear to be attempting to overtake and establish a beachhead at The Amidala Naval Prefecture and Academy. It is my opinion that they mustn't be allowed to take the Academy, given it's proximity to the primary evac point."}.


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The transmission was accompanied by a series of images, depicting Hellmarch and Credius Nargath 's troops advancing on the Academy. Beyond that, the transmission contained a suspicious lack of identification or credentials, almost as though it's source wasn't a member of the Republic's regular forces at all. Observing the enemy a moment longer through the electrobinocs, he came to a singular conclusion. Switching to squad level comms, he spoke again.

{"They won't divert in time. It has to be us."}

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀One hand on the hydraulic ram that lowered the ramp, he gazed down at the chaos, waiting to be countermanded or argued with. Instead, the world swung around him as the ship shifted course and accelerated. Taking him with it. Them with it. Into the fire together. Again. As the transports turrets began to open up, he hooked up to a static line and slung his rifle, eschewing it for the E-22 he'd brought along. Leaning out, he braced himself between the body of the transport and the ramp itself, brought the E-22 up to his shoulder and opened fire, placing accurate bursts of fire into the advancing droids as they swung wide around the Academy to find a dropsite at it's rear.

 

[Crane Baxa]

Objective 2
Gear: Lightsabers of Greed (Made in This Thread)
Vehicle: "COB" Creeper Light Carrier Vehicle (Cargo, No Passengers)
Allied: Darth Moskvin
Foes: Aiden Porte Thayze Montserrat​

This was it....it been over a month since that station incident. When his mind was not...fully in place, the death he had caused due to the anger...the greed he felt over his entire body overwhelm the mind. The Chadra-Fan had been hunting it down, wanting to end its full corruption onto his very soul itself. He had traced it, entering into a large storage like warehouse as he felt its influence speak to small rodent. Going near the containers, he felt its presence starting to slowly overwhelm him once more, seeing the signs in his mind of credits that float above each container. There was credits to be made...his mind was clouding, surely it could not take to long to...acquire into a freighter.

It been only two days in the city when he tracked down the records, the lightsaber on his belt would give a soft pulse on his belt. It was responding even to the Seed of Rage itself...they were getting close. As each moment started to echo out even louder than before, he approached the container as the lightsaber became unclipped. No...it must be destroyed, credits are an afterthought, people in this city were going insane...mad with rage. The blade of the lightsaber, a familiar orange would ignite as he started to lift the hilt into the air. It must be destroyed...the value must be kept. No...it must be destroyed...credits...the credits, the art of stealing something so dangerous!

The mind of the Chadra-Fan became split, shaking as the orange blade hummed in the air, the eyes behind the visor would begin to twitch. Gripping the hilt tighter, he tried to will himself to bring the blade down onto itself. The lightsaber started to shake in his furry hands, the battle of his own mind was commencing as rather quickly, the Chadra-Fan himself would begin to shake, the fur starting to glisten from sweat. The credits will sing so nicely...think how each world would fall to us! The Chadra-Fan would grit his teeth as he shook violently before giving a horrendous screech in his language, slamming the lightsaber blade onto the floor as it made a black mark.

Giving another screech, his eyes would start to change from the iris of black to a sickening orange and yellow, the mind becoming corrupted once more to the concept of greed. Pulling onto the lightsaber, it finally started to change as the metal itself was morphing in strange ways, the blade from the stem to the tip started to change into a reddish hue, whispers of the lightsaber crystal started to echo into Cranes mind. Giving another loud shriek, the lightsaber had then become two, a horrendous crackle of electricity as energy output all around, the Isotope Tritium Zero bouncing for a moment between the two lightsabers before becoming evenly split. In each hand, laid the lightsaber as it hummed violently, crackling of red as the crystal had become in two...far more, in his agony he had added onto the blades hilts with intricate designs...electrum that was in containers came out violently to mold onto itself, becoming greed itself.

With a loud pant, the Chadra-Fan was kneeling on the floor for a moment before standing right back up, glancing side to side before making his mind up on what he will soon do.

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It had only been a few hours....just a few. That is what the Chadra-Fan kept telling himself, some of the containers were now sitting outside, large containers as multiple grav-lifts were skewed all around in a barrier of jewelry, furniture, art and artifacts. The rodent had started to pilfer the place, he was indeed going from his greed, it having overridden the grubby creatures very mind. The Chadra-Fan had broken parts of the wall, skew around were various holes that became apparent how some of the containers even got out the way they did. Nearby was an "acquired" vehicle that was actually a walker that had not been in use for a few decades. Becoming a bit of a rarity, it was complete for some kind of inspection...it was now the Chadra-Fans.

All Things are the Rat Mans.​

The Chadra-Fan thought to himself, moving a Grav-Lift up the ramp as he started to load onto it, not knowing soon his corruption may soon go further...from a Darth that may see him in the distance or the good people of this planet that aim to stop his pillaging! A glee was still on his face, now having a tapestry that once was held in the Imperial Palace almost a millennia ago. Expensive....credits...all mine!

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Briana Sal-Soren | Darth Imperius
Thayze Montserrat | Aiden Porte | Echo Athoth | Lily Decoria

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Lorn stepped off the Stormclaw, his boots landing on the duracrete with a heavier thud than intended. He was weary, the echoes of the Mandalorian conflict still ringing in his bones. One crisis bleeding into the next. It felt like he'd barely had time to breathe since returning to Naboo, but a sense of duty, a feeling that this was where he needed to be kept him going.

He could feel the darkness the moment he was planetside. It wasn't just in the smoke-choked sky or the taste of ash in the air. It was a tangible presence, a suffocating blanket woven from fear and anger. A city devoured by its own inner demons. It was far worse than they had been told.

"Alfie." Lorn said, his voice low and firm as he clapped a hand on the shoulder of his right-hand man. "Protect them. Thayze, Aiden... they're well trained, but this is different." Alfie, ever reliable, simply nodded, his gaze already fixed on the two Padawans. Lorn trusted his gut and his gut was screaming at him to protect those Padawans here, but they all had their roles.

He saw Echo and Lily, a formidable duo with the Commandos. He gave them a slight nod as they broke off, joining up with the two. Lily, with her Echani heritage, would almost certainly prove to be a bulwark of power in the coming chaos. He trusted them all, in their own ways, but seeing them disappear into the urban wasteland left a knot of anxiety twisting in his gut.

But there was no time for hesitation. He met Briana's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his lightsaber, unclipping it from his belt as he began to jog towards the heart of the city. It was a race against time. The sooner they found the source of this corruption, the sooner Enarc could begin to heal.

The devastation was even more pronounced up close. Twisted metal reached towards the sky like skeletal fingers. Fires raged in the ruins of buildings, casting grotesque shadows. The air thrummed with a discordant energy, vibrating with the screams, the pain, the desperate pleas of the lost and dying. He focused on the mission, but the sheer scale of the destruction threatened to overwhelm him.

As they moved deeper, the darkness intensified. The very air seemed to thicken, pressing against him like a physical weight. He could feel it ebbing closer, a tide of malevolence threatening to engulf him. This was something else.

He glanced at Briana, concern etched on his face. "You feel that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

He had spent far too many years battling those who reveled in the dark side. He knew its chilling presence, its insidious whispers. It was a presence he loathed more than anything. The anger sparked within him, a familiar companion in the face of such overwhelming darkness. His grip tightened on the hilt of his lightsaber. If this malevolent force was the architect of Enarc's suffering, it would know his wrath. He would make them pay.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Echo Athoth Lily Decoria
Equipment: Dual lightsabers

There was no amusement in her glowing red eyes. No mocking words. No indulgent cruelty.

Only death. If the Jedi did not want to play, then she would not either.

The Force Bellow tore through the air, a concussive shockwave that sent debris hurtling in all directions. The ground fractured beneath it, buildings groaned under the pressure, and the very air vibrated with the sheer force of the attack.

But Callidus did not meet it head-on.

She vanished.

In the fraction of a second before impact, she let the Dark Side consume her movements, twisting reality around her. Shadows coiled, her form became a blur, and the very instant the blast reached her, she was already gone—propelled into a ghost-like sprint faster than the eye could track. The wave of sound crashed into empty space, annihilating rubble where she had stood. But she was no longer there.

She was already upon them.

A crackle of energy. A whisper of displaced air. Then she struck.

Twin crimson sabers descended in a single, fluid motion—a blinding flare of light against the ruin-stained streets. Her first attack was not a probing strike. It was a killing blow.

She descended upon Echo first, closing the gap in an instant. Her first saber arced low, a diagonal slice aiming to carve through the Jedi Knight's midsection, fast enough to end the fight before it began. Her second blade flickered upward in a sudden feint before snapping toward the throat—a deception meant to exploit hesitation, a move designed for one purpose: execution.

Every motion of Callidus' body spoke of certainty, of absolute confidence—not arrogance, but the knowledge that this battle was already hers. There was no hesitation in her footwork, no wasted movement in her strikes. She fought with the grace of a duelist and the speed of a phantom, her sabers dancing through the air with lethal precision.

She did not speak.

She did not taunt.

Let them see. Let them understand what it meant to face the Shadow Hand of the Dark Lord.