Skirmish Fire and Blood [SAO/RNR]

[Aiden Porte]

Enarc
Allies: Thayze Montserrat
Enemies: Darth Moskvin Crane Baxa

So much had changed in months after he joined the Vanguard, a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He did all that he promised, he did what was instructed of him. And for once it seemd things were starting to pay off. His light had grew, that feeling of hope that was always escaping him.....

Something his father had never faltered in.

That hope in the Jedi Padawan was beginning to grow. There was still so much to do, but finally....things were good. Even the darkness that had looked to corrupt his path and set him on the road for destruction had wavered in his new found spirit. Solenne, Lorn, Dreidi, Briana, Kalantha....they all had a part to play in his journey.

Much more ready than before his previous deployments as he stood next to Thayze as they finally landed and were given instruction by both Briana Sal-Soren and Lorn Reingard

"Together my friend." He said with a small nod to his friend as they ventured off into the fighting. Ready for whatever came their way.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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I don’t get to be around him all that much like this, but when I am, Master Porte is crazy awesome! He’s so calm, so composed, so Bad(censored)! Wait? Bleeped? I can’t say (censored)? Okay, guess not. Okay, I’ll watch my language.

Yes Master. Sorry, still getting used to that. I just … this is scary. I don’t want to say it, but I have to.

No use being anything but honest here. Speaking of honesty… something about those pods.

I’m honored to be by your side, Master… if I could get to my X-wing… I could shoot those pods down… He won’t let me, I’m just a stupid kid, but I want to show that I’m invested in this.

Kalantha | Kahne Porte | Stevru Klamat | Ma'lur'kek'thwin | Hellmarch | The Lord of Hunger​

 

[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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Briskly I moved into the city, leading the small band of tinker soldiers as they rifled off blaster bolts into the ranks of our opposition, never swerving from the invisible path drawn before me like romantic sprinkled, dead rose petals; crumbling each one underfoot as I would pulverize a lover's hopes and dreams. With each passing of a tinker solider, I rescued his corpse from the cold fingers of death, robbing that myth of a shrouded skeleton of his rightful satisfaction, stitching undead to the living, forming a covenant between dead and air-breathing soldiers.

It didn't take long to impregnate further into the city, where the ranks of troops from both combatants moved between melee and ranged fighting; whilst my undead children tore viciously in the guardians of Naboo. I stood watching the children play killing games on the playground, enjoying the cacophony of quietus as one coos over a musical performance. Then I joined in, orchestrating a theatrical slaughter as it's conductor.

One, two, three, and four sons of Naboo died in fashionable designs from only a twisted mind could formulate; and yet, I did this with bare hands, my hilts sleeping peacefully as the duo dangled from my waist. My fifth victim, and there would be plenty more to fill the fields outside the city with fresh graves, charged me only to be halted in mid-step by my knowledge of the Force. Gingerly I gripped his weapon arm, snapping the bone sending joyous tunes to my ears, right before I craned his neck and drove my extended fangs into that pulsating vein, draining him of his Anima, dropping the husk to the ground.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Shadows in the Light
Enarc
Mid-City

The air above Enarc's capital city, once a vibrant tapestry of speeders and sky-traffic, was now choked with the black smoke of burning buildings and the crimson trails of descending drop pods. Each pod, a metallic seed of destruction, disgorged a swarm of Sith troopers and shadowy assassins, their red lightsabers igniting like malevolent stars against the twilight sky. The veneer of civilization had been ripped away, revealing the raw, brutal face of war imposed by the Sith Order.

Amidst this chaos, a lone figure moved with a quiet purpose. Connel Vanagor, a Jedi Shadow, his presence subtle as a whisper in the wind. He wasn't here as a conqueror, nor a hero seeking glory. His mission was simple: search for survivors, offer sanctuary, and understand the source of the unnatural dread that permeated the city like a poisonous gas. Vanagor wasn't looking for a fight, but his lightsabers hung ready over and behind his back, his throwing lightknives, his lightblaster. He was prepared to defend the innocent and himself.

The Force guided him, a gentle tug leading him through the ravaged streets. He moved with a practiced grace, a blur of motion as he dodged blaster fire and weaved through panicked crowds. Citizens of Ernac, their faces masks of terror and despair, fled in droves, seeking any semblance of safety. Many cried out for help that Connel wished he could give to them all.

He entered a grand plaza, once a place of celebration and commerce, now a battlefield. Sith troopers, clad in black armor, were mercilessly gunning down those who dared to resist. Amidst them, figures cloaked in shadow moved with terrifying speed and precision – Sith assassins, their lightsabers singing a deadly tune.

Connel stopped, his senses heightened. He could feel the crushing weight of fear emanating from the refugees, but beneath it, something else stirred - a deeper, more primal dread that resonated with the dark side of the Force. It pulsed from the heart of the city, a beacon of evil that threatened to consume everything.

He ignited his shortsaber, the violet blade casting an eerie glow upon his mask. A ripple of energy spread outwards, momentarily calming the chaos around him. It was a declaration, a silent promise to protect those who could not protect themselves.

A group of Sith troopers turned towards him, their blasters raised. "Jedi!" one of them snarled, his voice distorted by his helmet. "For the glory of the Sith!"

Connel didn't reply. He simply moved, a whirlwind of violet energy and controlled but violent aggression. His lightsaber danced, deflecting blaster bolts with ease, each strike precise and lethal. The troopers fell, their bodies collapsing in lifeless heaps, before they even knew what happened.

A Sith assassin emerged from the shadows, his red lightsaber crackling with dark energy. "You cannot stop the inevitable, Jedi," he hissed, his eyes burning with fanatical zeal. "The Sith will rule this galaxy!"

Laughing, openly laughing at the Sith, The Force decides who rules, Connel replied, his voice calm and unwavering. Not power. Not fear. Not you.

The assassin lunged, his blade aimed at Connel's heart. Their lightsabers clashed, the air filled with the hiss of burning metal and the crackle of energy. Connel parried, his movements fluid and economical, conserving energy in his fight. He was stronger than he looked and faster than he seemed, after all, he was using only his shortsaber in a reverse grip “Shien” position. He knew he had to be if he was to survive the coming battles.

The assassin was skilled, his attacks relentless, but Connel was a master of his craft. He fought with the serenity of a mountain stream, deflecting the assassin's rage with unwavering calm. He knew that giving in to hatred or doubt would only cloud his judgment and lead to his end, and he was determined not to let that happen.

Sensing an opening, Connel side-stepped an attack and thrust his lightsaber forward. The violet blade pierced the assassin's defenses, striking him in the shoulder. The assassin cried out, his movements faltering. Connel pressed his advantage, disarming the assassin with a swift strike.

The assassin stumbled back, clutching his wounded shoulder. "You may have won this battle, Jedi," he spat, "But the war is far from over. The true power of the Sith is beyond your comprehension."

He activated a detonator hidden on his wrist. "For the Sith!" he screamed, and the plaza was filled with blinding light and deafening thunder.

Connel used the Force to shield himself and those around him from the brunt of the explosion, the concussive wave still sent him and those nearby flying backwards. When the dust settled, the assassin was gone, reduced to nothing but ash. That small area of the plaza was in ruins, littered with debris and the bodies of the fallen.

Despite the death and destruction, Connel pressed on, his resolve unbroken. He found a group of survivors huddled in a nearby building, their faces etched with despair. He offered them words of comfort and guidance, urging them to seek refuge in the outskirts of the city, where the fighting was less intense.

"But what about you, Master Jedi?" one of the survivors asked, a young woman clutching a child to her chest. "Will you come with us?"

I cannot, Connel replied. There is something I must do. Now go, there is safety to the Southwest.

He turned and walked towards the center of the city, drawn by the pulsating darkness that resonated within the Force. The closer he got, the stronger the dread became, a suffocating presence that threatened to overwhelm him. But Connel pressed on, his will unwavering.

He found himself before a towering cathedral, its stained-glass windows shattered, its once-holy halls now desecrated by the Sith. The source of the darkness emanated from within, a wellspring of evil that tainted the very air. There was an incredible pulsating feeling of darkness not that far away, he was getting closer to his objective.

Connel approached the cathedral. This ends now, he declared.

The acolytes outside turned towards him, their eyes burning with malevolent energy. They unleashed a torrent of dark Force energy, but Connel deflected it all with his shortsaber, the violet blade a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness.

He advanced, cutting down the acolytes with swift, precise strikes. They fell, their bodies dissolving into dust, their dark energy dissipating with their demise.

There he saw it… and her.

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[Hellmarch]

Tags: Kalantha Trent Perris Michael Angellus Kahne Porte Stevru Klamat The Lord of Hunger Ma'lur'kek'thwin

Hellmarch stood motionless in the half-destroyed warehouse, his imposing frame silhouetted against the flickering orange glow of distant fires. The battle had raged for hours, and the city bled for it. Through the massive breach in the durasteel wall, he watched the conflict unfold, the rhythmic thunder of explosions a symphony that only he could appreciate.

From this vantage point, he saw everything.

Across the ruined cityscape, the Ascendant Legions pressed forward, cutting into the Royal Naboo Republic's defensive lines with relentless precision. Resistance was stiff, as expected—as desired. The Republic had not rolled over. Their forces were well-trained, well-equipped, and committed to the fight. Good. If war were too easy, it would not be war at all.

The Amidala Naval Prefecture and Academy had become a fortress, one that Hellmarch would see burned to the ground. His forces advanced on its gates, hammering the defenders with heavy weapons and mechanized walkers, yet still, they held. The Republic had positioned their best troops here—Commandos, Jedi, even Mandalorians. They knew if the Ascendant Order took the Academy, it would give them control of the region's defenses and open the way for complete planetary subjugation.

Let them try to stop us.

A hard voice crackled through his comms.

"Lord Militant, enemy reinforcements are arriving in force. Jedi, Republic Commandos, Vanguard strike teams. The enemy is shifting to contain us—multiple strike teams are attempting to harass our rear guard."

Hellmarch's gaze remained on the battlefield, his helmet's lenses burning crimson as he processed the information in real time. The enemy was committing. They knew if they didn't act now, they would never be able to recover. It was the natural progression of war—the weak lash out in desperation when they realize they are losing.

"Expected. Ignore their desperation."

His focus remained elsewhere—on the anti-air emplacements. Those defenses were the key. The enemy knew it too. If those cannons fell, Ascendant reinforcements could land freely. Armor, additional troops, air support—everything needed to overwhelm the defenders. The Republic was buying time with their lives, hoping their orbital shield would hold long enough to outlast the Ascendant Order's fury.

"Order the southern battalions to break from the main assault and sweep the outskirts. Remove the Republic strike teams before they can disrupt our formation. Send word to Lord Nargath as well, see if he can support the flanks and shatter the enemy counterattack." The Lord of Hunger was a powerful warrior and an exceptional commander. Hellmarch was certain he could turn his focus to other affairs with him on the field.

The officer acknowledged, but Hellmarch's mind was already elsewhere. His vision locked onto a flickering energy signature in the distance, barely visible beneath the shattered skyline of Enarc. The orbital shield generator. It pulsed faintly, a defiant heartbeat against the destruction unfolding around it. Its destruction would end this siege.

The warehouse trembled as an explosion rocked the city block, debris cascading from above. Hellmarch did not flinch. He turned his head slightly, issuing his next command with absolute certainty.

"Deploy recon teams. Locate a weakness in the shield generator's defenses. If we breach it, we end this battle in hours, not days."

There was no hesitation in his words. He did not deal in possibilities, only outcomes.

From his perch, Hellmarch watched the war unfold, a master sculptor observing his finest work. Flames rose, bodies fell, and history was written in blood.

 

[Kalantha]

Fire and Blood
Sith Ascendants vs the Republic

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The floor beneath her feet rumbled as shells rained down, churning the earth surrounding the academy, but the Queen of Naboo stood firmly in place at the heart of the war room. Though, she looked more like a military officer than a queen; Kalantha abandoned her gown and headdress in favor of a durable combat uniform should the Ascendant forces breach the academy’s defenses.

Her eyes scanned dozens of terminals as data flooded in. Several displays played holocam footage from the frontlines, and by the looks of it, the Republic’s forces were evenly matched with the Ascendants. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted a crimson blade arc in an overhead swing before slashing through the torso of an Enarc Partisan trooper. “So this is what the coup has won them,” Kalantha said bitterly.

She and Thayze Montserrat had traveled to Enarc just weeks ago to help Senator Eharl and the Partisan Party maintain peace amidst growing concerns of a violent takeover by CIS loyalists. Their mission was successful, but only on the surface it seemed. Kalantha could see now that the darkness had only hidden itself, festering into a sickness that relied on the Sith to see its plans through… only for those plans to be dashed against the rocks and used as a means to launch an attack against an unsuspecting populace.

The queen’s gaze shifted to the holographic map table at her waist, her attention focused on both it and the words that were being spoken to her by one of the academy’s commanders. “The Shirayans are shoring up our defenses here,” the man said, pointing to the digital battlefield. “Vanguard strike teams with commando support are flanking their rear. We’re pushing to box them in and choke them out, Your Majesty.”

“And the shields?” Kalantha asked.

“Withstanding.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. "And the evacuation?"

"Tedious, but steady," the officer returned.

Kalantha nodded, her face marred with reluctant understanding. She uttered a small prayer to Shiraya, a blessing of safe passage and good fortune for the blockade runners as they delivered the people of Enarc to Naboo. In the back of her mind, she replayed the mental promise she made to Aiden Porte that day in Theed; that someday, the people of the Republic wouldn't fear for their lives any longer. Kalantha chose for today to be the first step in that fight, rather than the first sign that she should give up.

"Your Grace?" the commander said with a hint of worry in his tone. His blue eyes were alert and attentive. The queen nodded, her own eyes steely and full of determination. "Let's send them a message, Commander," she said. Her gaze was fixed on his.

"As you wish," the officer said with a smirk that slowly grew into a grin. He scurried off from the map table, leaving his queen to examine scores of digital blips move millimeters at a time across a field of grids and pixels. Each dot represented a life on the line, a mother or father, sister or brother, friend or stranger. So many lives, so many paths, yet they all converged here on Enarc to defend the Republic.

Perhaps this is what they were fighting for. Not an end to violence, but a bulwark against it.

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Tags:

[SAO] The Lord of Hunger | Hellmarch​

[RNR] Kahne Porte | Michael Angellus | Stevru Klamat | Trent Perris​

 

[Ma'lur'kek'thwin]

LOCATION⠀|	Royal Naboo Republic Military Base, Enarc
OBJECTIVE⠀|	Disrupt Sith Forces, Assist Afflicted Locals

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Since meeting the Mandalorian, Ma'lur's luck had gone sideways. A visit to Coruscant Bank for a small loan had turned into an explosive heist where they met. The whodunit of it all still stunk something heavy in her opinion, but such was neither here nor there. Then, bought by the Mando for her ship and discretion, she'd wagged a raid mission in front of him. Mygeeto. The N&Z facility. Rife with mycelium horrors and strange circumstances, all paid for by an Empire neither of them much cared for. And now, Naboo. A pyrrhic victory if ever she'd seen one, and one which had swept them up into radical arms with the RNR to Enarc. Sure, it paid well to run a raid, but to take up a mantle for war? Somehow, Ma'lur did not anticipate the Republic's credits to come flowing once she and Prodo came out the other side of this fight.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The time for thinking on these things, for mulling and waffling and bellyaching over what-ifs had passed. Scarcely enough time to let her companion heal, and certainly not enough for him to be jumping back into combat the way they were in that very moment. Still, caught between watching Prodo go on his own and going with him? Against her better judgement, against the writhing snake in the back of her mind screaming that this was the third major conflict she'd stuck her snout in without so much as a stop to catch her breath, she chose the latter. And so there she was, before the grace of the RNR's auxiliaries, swept up off Naboo to reinforce Enarc against the madness that had welled up from inside its throat.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ma'lur came back to herself as the transport banked steeply, throwing her weight sidelong into the straps keeping her in place. Carmine-black eyes sought the familiar shape of Prodo in the hazy cabin, and when she spied him already letting loose as they came around to the LZ, what else could she do but join? Especially when her appreciation for heavy arms had become so much more sincere after handling the E-22 on Naboo. As the transport settled back into a straight line towards the clearing between the base and the rest of the city, Ma'lur unslung herself from the rigging and closed with Prodo. "We're supposed to be reinforcing the base. You see something more pressing?" Apparently she had not been attentive in listening to the comms regarding the prefecture and academy, though from the glimpses between the buildings she could put two and two together.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"We're breaking off from the main force, aren't we." It wasn't a question. The transport blew over the military base at considerable speed, banking again and again through the aching city, towards the academy. Someone in control had taken the Mandalorian's words to heart, and whether that meant they were going against higher orders, well... That wasn't for Ma'lur to know. "My scales are itching," she muttered, observing the city streets coming closer as the transport sought somewhere safe enough to land. When it did, amid smoke and unrest, the academy loomed only a few blocks away... beseiged on all sides by a staggering weight of enemies both flesh and steel. She would've hung there in awe of the scale of it all, if rear guard forces hadn't spied the transport she was on and began peppering it with blaster-fire.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Trailing a string of curses in her wake, Ma'lur snatched a rifle from the transport racks and leapt free of its belly, hitting pavement at a dead sprint in order to fint and secure cover for herself and Prodo- and the rest of the RNR stragglers aboard the transport, if they were keen to follow. Skidding to a halt behind a stone garden fixture the side of a large speeder, Ma'lur did a quick once-over of the rifle she'd grabbed, and when familiarized with it, shouldered it into place. More and more oppressive fire turned their way as the transport- smoking from its engines- lifted off and out of their line of sight. If they didn't return aggression with aggression soon, their flanking maneuver would be little more than a footnote in the casualty reports.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ma'lur glanced around momentarily to get a fix on her companion's location, then set her jaw and rose out of cover to lay a discourteous spray of bolts in the general area where the droids had begun reinforcing. Quick metal karkers, they were, trying to erect a barricade even as the RNR were getting their feet under them. Ducking back into cover, Ma'lur opened a direct comms line to Prodo. "You want me to cover you, or you cover me?" The implication, obvious to her, hung onto each of her words. Am I pressing forward into their ranks, or will you?

Stevru Klamat , Hellmarch , The Lord of Hunger , Kalantha , Michael Angellus , Trent Perris , Kahne Porte

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[Lily Decoria]

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

It was unfortunate for Echo and Lily that the Sith decided to not go into a long conversation. There were a lot of unknowns in this situation and if they had kept the Sith monologuing or just simply chatting, then they could have learned what group they were part of and what knowledge on the device they had. It might back been an edge they could have used to end the madness that was going on around them. Lily however, did not linger on the loss of knowledge.

She listened to the orders from Echo and immediately covered her ears and used the Force to help deafen the noise that came from the Force Bellow. It was an impressive feat to throw out straight away. Lily wasn't sure what else to expect from Echo since she figured that would be killer for the throat to do it.

However, she caught the fact that the Sith disappeared before the bellow reached her. Returning to her defensive stance, Lily watched as the Sith jumped back into the fight with immediate strikes to killed Echo. Lily reacted with equal speed and blocked the strike attempting to cut the Jedi Knight in half. Lily hoped the second attack would be something that Echo could protect herself from. Lily took the opportunity of the Sith overcommitting with two bold attacks right out the gate.

She stamp kicked at the side of the knee to Callidus. Lily moved with the experience of a warrior who had fought since she could stand. Every action graceful, equally confident and naturally powerful from the intense exercising that Lily put herself through. Lily maintained a defensive stance as she knew that right now, she needed to allow the Sith to be the aggressor, see how this warrior fought. So when the time came, she could exploit the Sith's arrogance and weaknesses.

Lily always allowed the Sith to reveal their flaws to her. It was a dance, and just took time.

 

[Echo Athoth]

Enarc
Tags: Lily Decoria , Darth Callidus

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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And then the chatter was gone. Refreshing might be someone's first thought, but it was more accurately alarming. An indicator of drive and focus. These were the sorts of Sith that their order had fought in the dark ages. The Sith seemed to vanish into thin air, immediately putting the Knight on edge as she prepared her senses to react.

This was a far more refined threat, in the sense that every intention seemed to quickly transition into action. Two blades swung, downward from above. One for the midsection, one feigned higher before snapping towards her throat. Lily, to her credit, was quick to block the blow aimed to bisect her. Echo in turn met the blow aimed for her throat, her hand motions swift as the rapids of a stream. Her preferred form was Shii Cho, which could be sloppy in the hands of an initiate. But one trained in it's tenants could be both eradicate and graceful, flowing wildly like the ocean. Her block flowed into a parry, which flowed into a slash at the hand of the Sith, a standard disarming strike.

Yet it took into account the placement of Echo's body and the environment around her, careful to not intrude on the space of her padawan counterpart. Hopefully they would be able to capitalize on the strength of their numbers.

While not underestimating the capabilities of their adversary.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Enarc
Allies: Thayze Montserrat
Enemies: Darth Moskvin Crane Baxa

The sight of the soldiers falling before him only increased his resolve and solidified his defense and fortitude even more. The Jedi's Padawan blade pierced through enemy armor, hitting flesh and delivering a killing blow. Vanguard personnel moved in with a quickening succession. The Vanguard in supports role to the Naboo soldiers was a welcome sight. They were more effectively trained than the regulars so they moved in good unison with each other. Complimenting each others strengths and their weakness as well.

The further in the battlefield and Aiden came upon the gruesome sight that was Moskvin, feeding off the bodies of Naboo Personnel.

It didn't take Aiden long to react, while before he would have been unsure. Aiden raised the body of one of Moskvin's own that had fallen and launched it towards him by aid of the force.

"That's enough of that." Aiden voiced, as he advanced upon the dark entity.

 

[Thayze Montserrat]

|| FIRE AND BLOOD ||
Head in the Clouds - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: Bespoke Jedi Armor
OBJECTIVE: Seek and Destroy
ALLY: Aiden Porte
ENEMIES: Crane Baxa | Darth Moskvin

Spoiler: THEME

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ENARC

Enarc. He was just accompanying The Queen, Kalantha on a diplomatic mission there. It was his first mission as the Queen’s secret guard, and it was a successful endeavour for everyone involved. Until a news that comes weeks later threatened to undone everything in a matter of days.

The journey to Enarc was long and silent. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, Thayze thought. For Master Briana Sal-Soren , who came home with dreams and hope, to build a Naboo that stands tall as the beacon of Justice and Order. For Master Lorn Reingard , who has dedicated his life to ensure the integrity of Naboo and Her independence. To his fellow Padawan, who look up to the heroes of Naboo and sacrifice their childhood with the dream of one day reaching the same accolades, even surpassing them.

If Thayze was still hesitant after the Netherworld Incursion, at the Hapan Royal Wedding, or even the Mandalorian’s assault, he is fully certain now; that this is the path that he has to take, and that this is a cause worth dying for. He’s seen so many people hurt by uncontrolled thirst for power and unchecked ego, and as far as he knows, the Order of Shiraya is the only existing body that actively combat such evil, to the best of their ability.

After a quick brief from Master Briana and Master Lorn, Thayze and Aiden Porte quickly traversed the chaotic city, followed by y the Vanguards assigned to them. The screams of horror of people affected by The Seed of Rage terrorized Thayze’s mind to no end, he wishes nothing but for this to end. Gods, we have to find it and destroy it once and for all.

Before they even sniffed a sign of The Seed of Rage’s source, however, they crossed paths with a dark entity feeding on a Naboo personnel, which Aiden quickly acted upon and confronted. Chit. Thayze should’ve followed Aiden quickly, as Master Briana ordered; stay close with your team. But the terror and the horror, The Seed of Rage must be found, quickly.

But of course, before he could make his own decision, something else is interrupting him…​

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[The Lord of Hunger]

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


Do not tally in the face of adversity, but face it without hesitation


New ships were delivering reinforcements to the defenders' aid, in Credius' eyes a wholly pointless effort, but it at the very least showed that there was indeed strategic importance to the chosen target for Hellmarch 's advances with his legions. The Lord Militant's forces were much greater than the single legion and additional cohort the Lord of Hunger had allowed to descend upon the planet. While he could have allowed his troops to descend in full strength upon Enarc's surface, this was but one campaign and in effect a mere pinprick for the order's might to reveal itself in full. It was a test of strength, a test of command and cooperation, a test Imperius Indomitus had most likely devised carefully and with great thought.

With the droid legion continuing their march nearly undisturbed, credius had almost dared to carry the thought there would be no defense at all, but when the reports came in from The Lord Militant's side, with the dropships and gunships descending upon the academy, it was clear that nothing would go as smoothly as the Lord of Hunger would have expected it to be.

"Milord...the Lord Militant has requested a change of tactics," The Leading unit of the Urban Enforcement Cohort relayed the Lord Militant's request. This seemed to be rather unexpected for Credius, who halted in his tracks, raising his hand and forcing the legion to slowly grind to a halt as well. With only a few blocks distance between the targeted Amidala Academy and the droid legion, it was quite possible they had stumbled on the outer perimeter of the defending forces, a fact further compounded by the dropships unloading their troops not too far away from his own position.

"Have the Urban Enforcement Cohort split up, run a sweep across the flanks of the Academy's defenses," The Cohort commander saluted and turned around, the entire cohort of Arabesk droids swiftly splitting apart in two equally sized batallions, with around two hundred each, these two groups would start utilizing the ruined cityscape to their advantage, utilizing their speed and efficiency to start scouring the open flanks in between Hellmarch's advancing legions and the advancing droid legion under Credius' direct command. "Call in for additional support, I want my MAW's to be transported into this damn city as soon as possible."

Turning his attention back to his legion, which for the sake of traversing efficiently, itself had been seperated into columns and cohorts, the Lord of Hunger gave the order to continue their advance, there would no doubt be severe resistance, but he would act only when the resistance would become too strong. After all, their first aim was tio secure a proper strategic position and the higher buildings near the fortified academy's northern end seemed to be the most promising to launch a more methodical attack.

"Have the Mercury droids protect the flanks, Jupiters up front, activate your shield systems within firing range," For now it all just had to be a display, the fight had to remain in the south for now, making sure the flanks were secure was an order the Lord of Hunger could follow, but for now he would let the Lord Militant take the brunt of the defense's riposte.​

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Echo Athoth Lily Decoria

They moved well together. Quick, precise, no wasted effort. The Padawan was patient, disciplined. The Knight had control, flowing like a storm-tossed sea—graceful, yet unpredictable.

Not mindless fools. Warriors.

A rare acknowledgment. But it would not save them.

Callidus twisted, her initial strikes intercepted—first by Lily, then by Echo. Sparks flared as their sabers clashed, red against blue and cyan, the air vibrating with each impact. The Jedi thought they had seized the advantage, two against one. How quaint.

Then, Lily struck first—a kick aimed at the side of Callidus' knee. A simple maneuver. A soldier's tactic. But Callidus did not retreat.

She stepped into the attack.

The impact struck higher than intended, glancing off her thigh instead of crumpling her leg. Pain flared, but she embraced it, let it sharpen her focus. Momentum was hers now, a shifting tide she could control. The Jedi had made their first move.

Now, it was her turn.

Her glowing red eyes flickered in the dim haze of battle, locked onto Echo first. The Jedi Knight had committed to a disarming strike, her blade arcing in an elegant, fluid path toward Callidus' saber hand. A textbook maneuver. Clean. Efficient.

And a mistake.

Callidus did not attempt to pull away—she turned into the attack. A precise twist of her wrist deflected the strike by a hair's breadth, red light scraping against blue with a shriek of protesting energy. The air crackled with ozone. But instead of resetting her stance, she advanced, pressing into Echo's space like a shadow creeping over flame.

"Better than most." Her voice was barely above a whisper—smooth, almost amused.

Then, she struck.

One saber slashed upward, not for the throat, not for the chest—but the wrist. A quick, vicious cut meant to punish Echo's attempt at a disarm, forcing her to retreat or lose the hand that held her weapon.

At the same time, her second saber cut downward, aimed at Lily's extended leg. Not a wild hack, but a precise strike, targeting the muscle just above the knee—a punishing counter meant to maim, to slow, to ruin her balance.

The Jedi had come expecting a battle.

Callidus would give them a lesson in survival.

 

[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 (Directly) / Thayze Montserrat
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The dark crimson fluid slowly dribbled down both sides of my mouth, as my eyes swiveled with malicious intent swirling like ghostly mists of pure murder toward the challenging voice.

Jedi.

The body, flung at me by the young Jedi, careened toward me in a motion befitting of circus acrobatic entertainment, which I found comical on several levels; none more than the sight of a flying corpse. I allowed the body to draw closer and closer, my eyes transfixed on dissecting the Jedi; removing his organs in reverse alphabetic order whilst he screamed for mercy, begging for salvation.

Flashing my red stained fangs, it was time to demonstrate what real power is, to shower the young boy with a glimpse of his future. From my outfit, sensing the impending danger from my focused hate, activated the spell Dark Side Tendrils, lashing out tentacles of black mist infused with pure hatred.

One second the corpse was there, the next second it was ash; oblivated.

"Parlor tricks will not save your soul, boy," I said running my right index and thumb in a V fashion down my mouth's sides, collecting the blood before licking them off my fingers, as the fool drew closer to my web.

 

[Crane Baxa]

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

Funny Intro Hidden

Spoiler

Twisted Klepto Rodent

The chaos between Moskvin and the Jedi would only become far further complicated. The rodent had seemingly filled his coffers quite nicely on the Creeper and needed to make a trip towards one of the local starports to unload his "ill-gotten" goods. The loud whining of machinery could be heard as it approached with heavy footsteps, the metal legs struggling as it was severely overburdened from the large amounts of treasure the Chadra-Fan refused to leave behind. The spotlights would soon turn on, near the front in the cockpit area sat the over eager rodent as he was examining the battlefield that was forming before him and the death that came with it. Soldiers fell, leaving their weapons...weapons that would be rightfully his, to sell and more credits to acquire!

The Greed that was in the Chadra-Fans sickened yellow eyes would fall upon from the lit up cockpit of the Creeper would not see Darth Moskvin at first, but the tell tale signs of the Jedi. How could he know they were Jedi? He honestly did not know...but he cared for the lightsaber the one currently held in his hands. The one known as Aiden Porte would most likely not even be aware of the kleptomaniac trigger he may have just caused, holding something that Rat Man had considered very valuable as his voice trembled, the voice box becoming online as it echoed out from behind Darth Moskvin, barely out of view of the Chadra-Fan but close enough to see inside the cockpit of the creatures sickening glee and smile.

"T-Treasure...A New Trinket...So...Valuable!"​

Aiden Porte and Thayze Montserrat would notice the top turret of the Creeper starting to turn on its own. The Chadra-Fans gift in Mechu-Deru showing as no one was inside the ball turret itself! The turret would soon take aim, best of the ability of just eyesight from the Chadra-Fan himself as it was even bending slightly from an angle that should not be physically possible with its current design. The tell-tale signs of disruptor cannons on it was very obvious, the Chadra-Fans voice screeching through in a shrill voice, becoming enamored and then enraged, the mind corrupted from the Seeds of Rage that have corrupted the very mind and soul of the rodent!

"SO VALUABLE! SO SHINY! ALL THINGS ARE MINE! THOSE LIGHTSABERS WILL BE MINE!!!"​

Then the Disruptor Repeaters started to fire in a rapid fire fashion, coating around Aiden and Thayze in a hail of Disruptor Hailfire. While his aim was...clearly in need of adjustment to even hit them right, the spray of disruptor fire would hit into buildings, striking nearby Naboo Personal if they were approaching from behind and disintegrating various body parts into nothingness. This would harm the Jedi...if he could actually hit them which clearly, he really could not unless they ran into the disruptor bolts. Laughter would soon erupt, a sickening insane laughter that would not end from the cockpits speaker as he was attempting at all costs, to acquire more treasure for himself! Unknowingly however being close to Darth Moskovin and aiding her without knowing it at the current time.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Cathedral - Enarc
Objective: Protect the Minor Seed of Rage Node
Tag: Connel Vanagor

"It is not enough to wield the Dark Side," Serina murmured. "You must become it. You must accept that there is no line between where it begins and where you end."

Ellissanthia gritted her teeth as the Dark Side energies emanating from the Seed node rushed over her, bringing forth a heady rush of emotions that encompassed all parts anger, despair, fear, and obsession. Even atanding in such close proximity to a relatively minor node of the Seeds of Rage, it was all the Undine could do to maintain her sanity as the insidious whispers and suggestions overrode her awareness. Her inherent Dark Side nature was little safeguard against it. And in fact, her nature only seemed to amplify the node’s power.

Nevertheless, Ellissanthia closed her eyes. She could not resist the Dark Side. She needed to become it, so that the Dark Side would manifest itself within her being.

A wide-eyed, fevered expression seized Ellissanthia’s features as she drank in the Seed’s corrupting energies. The Undine binded herself to them, drawing upon the Dark Side not just as a font of power, but also as a nexus to which she superimposed her will.

An ear splitting howl tore out from Ellissanthia’s throat, just as the acolytes who had been gathered outside faded into dust. The Undine briefly sought to tap into their suffering, but the Dark Side energies dissipated into the ether, slipping from her grasp like sand through her fingers. Still, the node itself was power enough, which she drew upon greedily as the Jedi Connel Vanagar made his approach.

And Ellissanthia would let him come, so that he might bear witness to the defilement of the Church’s sacred cathedral.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Eclipsed Veil
  
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • Red Accents
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Shoulder
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• SHIVA Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Stevru Klamat]

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

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀That was usually how it went for anyone who actually hung around. He went where he was needed. And that was seldom where it was safe. The Mygeeto raid had been a justifiable favor, an opportunity to assist the enemy with their infighting, a chance to gauge their forces, shore up a cover identity, and make some quick credits. Someone else's plan, with exfil arranged.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Naboo had been different. No plan. Barely any prep. More in the norm of how he did things. And this? Even less prep. But they were with their regulars, which counted for something. Wouldn't have to run down any neophytes with a landspeeder... probably. What might still come, what ships might darken their sky. That wasn't for him to think about. Though he couldn't help but look up.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ma'lur's approach broke him from his reverie, mind mulling over a dozen dozen possibilities.

"Not that far astray. Only a minor deviation. I didn't foresee us being much use in riot suppression."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A blaster bolt ricocheting off of his chest plate brought stopped him saying anything further, for the time being. He flicked the selector on the E-22 over to auto and fired from the hip, walking the rounds onto target, lips peeled back from his teeth beneath his helmet in a savage grin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The intensifying incoming did, eventually, force him to pivot inside, pressing himself to the wall at the rear of the compartment. His knees bent slightly to absorb the impact of landing, second nature at this point. As though anticipating Ma'lur's charge, he primed two smoke grenades and let them tumble down the ramp in her wake. Pivoting out, he picked targets in the smoke, droids identifiable by their electrical returns. Bringing his shield to life, he held it at waist height, protecting the majority of his unarmored legs, and the lower portion of his vitals, as he fired his heavy blaster from the hip, stock tucked under his armpit. Where Ma'lur sprinted, he strode, fire glancing off his shield and helmet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀To understand the enemy, one must first see them. And he saw them, in those scant seconds. The droids were familiar, they'd faced a similar make on Mygeeto. He filed that fact away for later as he tucked himself into cover beside his scaly comrade in arms. Her question came clear over his comms, and he glanced backwards over their cover. He was quiet a moment, save for the sound of his blaster, having pushed the repeating blaster over cover and simply started firing blind to keep the enemy suppressed. Playing for time.

"{Neither. The regulars can handle this. Follow me."}

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Without taking the time to explain, he primed a smoke grenade, counted two seconds, and then lobbed it over their cover.

"AIM FOR THE JOINTS! LEGS FIRST TO KILL THEIR MOBILITY! IF THEY CLOSE WITH YOU, YOU DIE! REPEATING BLASTERS HERE AND HERE. OVERLAP YOUR FIELDS OF FIRE. DEFEND IN DEPTH, DO NOT STAND YOUR GROUND. DO NOT DIE FOR THIS COURTYARD WHEN YOU CAN DIE FOR THE COMMAND CENTER!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His voice was distorted into a gravely HOWL by the speakers of his helmet, loud and clear even as he moved out of cover and laid down fire, falling back towards the base's interior. The troopers around him did as they were bid, sufficiently adrift in the chaos of battle to grasp willingly to the bastion of certainty and control that was the Mandalorian.

"You, you, and you. With me. You. I need as many rockets as you can bring me and something to launch them with. Prefer man-portable. Otherwise we'll make it work."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Despite the (relative) calm of the Academy's interior, the sheer certainty with which the commando comported himself continued to pay dividends. Despite his status as a Mandalorian... or perhaps because of it, the recent attack on Theed being a grim reminder of his people's prowess, he successfully gathered a small cohort of confused but willing volunteers.

"Shaped charges, bar charges, thermal detonators, detonite cord. As much as each of you are comfortable carrying on the move."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He turned the macrobinocular lens of his helmet upwards to scan the nearby rooftops. Squinting slightly, he turned his attention to the approaching soldier, laboring under the weight of two thoroughly overloaded rocket quivers and a launcher. The commando relieved him of the launcher and the quivers, slinging the former over one shoulder on it's strap, and extending the latter, with a muffled grunt of exertion towards Ma'lur.

{"They didn't bomb the surrounding buildings flat. Which means they plan to use them. Which means that we can use them too."}

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He switched to his helmet's external speakers.

"Let's go. We have things to blow up."

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Shadows in the Light
Enarc
Mid-City

The cathedral of Enarc's capital city, a monument of soaring spires and intricate stained glass, usually pulsed with the serene light of the Force. Today, however, a creeping dread clung to the air, a discordant note in the symphony of the city. As Jedi Shadow Connel Vanagor walked through the colossal archway, the oppressive atmosphere solidified, pressing against him like a physical weight.

Connel was not a Jedi Knight drawn to grand pronouncements or public displays of power. He was a Shadow, a guardian who walked in the twilight, dealing with threats that festered in the hidden corners of the galaxy. He preferred observation to confrontation, but he was not hesitant to strike when darkness threatened to consume the light. His presence was a promise whispered in the shadows: Here I stand against the night.{/I]

His senses, honed by years of training, immediately picked up the source of the disturbance. It wasn't a chaotic surge, more like a slow, insidious corruption—a rot spreading from a single point. At the heart of the cathedral, where sunlight usually streamed through a magnificent depiction of the Enarcian sun god, a palpable darkness throbbed.

He moved through the vast nave, his boots silent on the polished stone floor. The few worshippers who remained knelt in prayer, oblivious to the insidious presence that coiled around them. Connel could feel their faith, their hope, and their fear, all vulnerable to the encroaching shadow. Reaching the central altar, he saw it: the "seed."

It wasn't a literal seed, not in the botanical sense. It was a nexus of dark energy, a locus of malice condensed into a tangible form. It resembled a shard of obsidian, pulsating with a sickly violet light that seemed to drain the color from the surrounding air. tendrils of shadow extended from it, reaching out like grasping claws, infecting the very stone of the cathedral.

Connel recognized the taint. It was Sithspawn, an artifact of the ancient wars, a weapon forged in the crucible of hatred and despair. How it had found its way to Enarc, a world largely untouched by the conflicts of the galaxy, was a question that demanded answers. But for now, the priority was containment and eradication.

You all need to leave, and you need to do so now. Looking at the individual standing in his way… I’d offer you the chance, but I don’t see you taking it.

He ignited his shortsaber, the violet blade humming to life in the oppressive gloom. The light pushed back the shadows, momentarily illuminating the horror that had taken root. The obsidian shard pulsed faster, as if sensing the threat. The tendrils writhed, growing longer, thicker, reaching for Connel.

I do not seek conflict, Connel said, his voice echoing in the vast space. But I will not allow this corruption to spread.

The darkness responded not with words, but with action. The tendrils lashed out, striking with surprising speed and force. Connel deflected them with his lightsaber, the blade searing through the shadowy substance, but it reformed almost instantly. The seed was not merely emitting darkness; it was actively defending itself, drawing power from the fear and despair that permeated the city.

Connel knew he couldn't simply destroy the seed. Its destruction would release the pent-up energy, unleashing a wave of darkness that could engulf the entire city. He needed to contain it, to sever its connection to the Force and render it inert.

He used the Force to enhance his speed and agility, weaving through the attacks with balletic grace. He focused his mind, reaching out to the Force, seeking the points of vulnerability in the seed's defenses. He found them: subtle disruptions in the flow of energy, weak points in the armor of darkness.

This was before the figure in front of him had so much as lifted a finger. Was he giving away his weaknesses? Or was he letting her see what he wanted her to?

@ Ellissanthia• TAGS​

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

"But Master."

Brandyn gave Cerys that look he gave her and she visibly bit her lip in that instant. Their report had been growing over the past weeks. He got the sense that she was finally accepting his authority. He was almost her master in more than just name.

He understood her complaint. He would have wanted to be with his master as a Padawan. Especially in a situation such as this. It was not fear that drove, but a sense of duty. Brandyn had become unsettled at his home on Naboo. Cerys had shown a doggedness in her insistence that she join him. With a single glare, he had conveyed the finality of his decision. She would go with the recovery crew to seek out civilians that could be safely extricated from Enarc.

"Do you still sense it?" Cerys said, drawing closer with a genuine concern in her eyes. He appreciated this softer side of the oft judgmental Padawan. "Do you still sense that your sister is in danger?"

Brandyn simply closed his eyes and gave a subtle nod. Cerys didn't gasp, but her aura rippled in such a way as indicate an emotion not to dissimilar. He felt himself swallowing the lump that formed in his throat.

She was supposed to be the light. He couldn't do what she did.

The ship shuddered as it came to a rest, and the team about him held their handgrips for balance. As the door hissed open, Brandyn felt Cerys beat his shoulder as she whispered a Jedi saying. He barely caught her words, but the effort was appreciated. She would make a good Knight one day, if he didn't mess things up.

The team was out of the ship before Brandyn even approached the ramp. He tightened the woven fabric belt around his coarse dark green robes. His feet fell heavy on the ramp with his calf high boots making a loud clunk in time with the thudding of his heart.

It would not be today, yet his stomach churned for that not-so distant day. In coming here he had set in play a series of events. In one way or another, his attempts to prevent a catastrophe would lead to another engraving in the E'Eeverwest family mausoleum that read Sal-Soren.

The ramp retracted as he walked over to his sister and Lorn. There was an intensity to both of their movements that seemed fitting for the moment. But the hum of visions past drowned out the immediate desperation of the population of Enarc.

"Yes, I do," Brandyn said to Lorn with only a nod to pass for a hello. He liked Lorn. And he liked how much the man cared for Cerys. It was good to have him on their team.

Brandyn knew though that Briana would be full of complaint at her brother's mere presence. After all, he was going to be a father. Brandyn could hear her complaint already. Through a clenched jaw, he spoke while holding her steely gaze, "This is my choice."

If only she could understand the entirety of what that meant.

| TAG: Imperius Indomitus Briana Sal-Soren Lorn Reingard | EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber, and puns

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[Lily Decoria]

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

Her kick landed higher than she wanted but it was acceptable. Lily wasn't concerned over it since it meant that she still struck a hard blow. There was strong power in Lily's legs, she was also sharp on her movements, sliding the leg as her backfoot to maintain a solid grounding. Seeing that Echo was using an adaptive version of Shii Cho, she knew the Jedi Knight was seeking more disarming moves. Which was a choice when there was a Sith actively trying to kill them. Lily felt that disarming was necessary than actively attempting to prevent harm from happening.

Lily herself, switched from the defensive form she had with Soresu, moving into her more trained form in Vaapad. Desiring to turn the negative energy the Sith was drawing upon and utilising it against her. Lily was focused on getting through her enemy's defences. Pushing forward to see how the Sith responded to the pressure from both Lily and Echo.

The attempted slice at her muscle would be redirected away. Lily wasn't going to bow and crumble quickly. She was just as sharp and precise with her strikes back towards Callidus. Aiming to weaken the arms so that Callidus would struggle to match the speed of blows being exchanged. Using the Force, Lily moved with an increased grace and speed, delivering blows faster to come across as an intense pressure that could cause the Sith to make an error and demonstrate one thing.

No Sith was going to match this Echani in fighting. There was nothing she was going to learn here that she had not experienced for years already.