Dominion First Strike (SO Dominion of Rutan)

[Darth Xyrah]

Objective One: Cleanse the Infection
Post: 2
Location: Remnant Fortress

Darth Xyrah's droid army was suddenly stalled and being slowly driven backwards by the surprise deployment of the enemy Praetorians. Yet Xyrah seemed hardly phased as swathes of his SB-1 Battle Droids were being cut down. "So these remnants have some spirit left in them. Excellent. This will be a suitable test for my new weapons. Deploy the second wave. And unleash my Reapers.", he said with a slight smirk. When the Sith world of Odavessa fell to their enemies, many Sith were killed or horrifically wounded in the chaos. Yet where others saw tragedy or failure, the young Darth saw an opportunity. He secretly rebuilt many of the fallen Sith, converting their shattered bodies into lethal cybernetic killing machines, subserviant to his will.

As the second wave of droids, reinforced with SB-2 Super Battle Droids and Demiurge-series Destroyer Droids, moved to reinforce the first, they were led by a number of Xyrah's Sith Reapers, their cybernetically enhanced capabilities allowing them to easily counter the enemy's super soldiers. They were ruthless in their task, harboring no distractions within their mind, and feeling nothing but hate and rage for their foes and their own existance. This pain only strengthened their power...

Alina Tremiru
Darth Carnifex
Aspect of Passion
Daxa Zuul

 

[Alina Tremiru]

My Lady.

Alina clicked her tongue. That was a term she could get used to, couldn't she? Even with Daxa's hidden disrespect, at least. The Shield fell, and the Inquisitorius acted. She observed just for a moment as her Inquisitors took the lead of the charge. At least until she saw the bombers overhead. Her eyes narrowed as she clicked on a com and started to run in herself.

"Inquisitors, rebreathers. Our.. Friends, are dropping poison. Quickly, get to the top. We need to get this done."

Daxa Zuul | Lin Zanula | Darth Carnifex | Darth Xyrah | Aspect of Passion

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: The Empty Throne
Location: Senali Royal Palace
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Nodak / Xzinn Dronnol
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Alisteri was never one to mind some extra participants in a fight, so long as the palace and the rightful heir remained intact they could leave as many bodies as they wanted on the steps and streets leading to said palace. Of course, they still had a duty to carry out first and foremost. The Sith pulled open the door separating him from the rest of the hoverlift and was instantly stabbed in his shoulder by a guard's bayonet.

The entire vehicle was filled with yelled orders and attempts to move to the exit as Alisteri returned the stab by thrusting his lightsaber right through the center of his attacker. He wasn't about to allow the occupants to escape that easily. As they fumbled to lower the vehicle's ramp, pushing one another out of the way, he carved a bloody path through the guards that tried to stop him.

He wasn't sure if the prince was among this little crowd, but they certainly looked fancy enough to be some sort of attendants if nothing else. By the time they made it outside he was already cutting into the closest straggler. Even as they spilled onto the street they wouldn't make it far, not with the death and carnage that awaited them.

 

[Dayn Wren]

Objective III

The smoke dissipated, inviting the shadow to come into form. The T-visor was a dead giveaway and likely the first thing one would notice. The mind did the rest, picturing with ease smooth grey encasing the Mandalorian warrior in precious beskar. It was a vision that filled many with the same dread as the sight of a red lightsaber. as the smoke grew thinner, however, a new image formed.

The warrior stood in red, not grey. The red was spotted too, its colouring broken up by a random splatter of white. A trained eye would be able to discern that the armour was not of beskar and that the white patterns were a sign of wear and tear, not a fashion statement. The helmet had seen the worst of it by far. But for all that, Dayn Wren was still a Mandalorian.

Not here? A trap? Intel could be wrong of course, or even poisoned by lies. Yet he had been so sure... No time to dwell on that as the Sith shot into action.

The Mandalorian fell to his back, a blaster in either hand. He went low to avoid the thrown saber. Before hitting the ground, the jetpack flared briefly, enough to glide him backwards at a pace while firing both blasters.

"Trap or not, the prince won't be safe for long" You weren't cool if you didn't banter with your opponent in the middle of a fight. "After I eliminate you, Sith" It was an ancient art. One not mastered...

Hitting the wall on the other side, he slid one blaster into its holster, the same hand again reaching for something else...

Iasha Rha​

 

[Daxa Zuul]

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Blaster bolts scorched the air. Droid scraps and the broken corpses of men littered the smoke-wreathed battlefield. The First Order unveiled a trump card into the chaos; the shield had fallen, but a horde of super-soldiers swarmed the battlefield, chewing through the droids like a grinder...until Darth Xyrah unveiled his Sith Reapers.

Daxa fought among the hulking androids, flitting through their lines to carve reaching limbs and leaning torsos before retreating behind the forward ranks. The battle was utter madness. Danger lurked in every swing and every step- these soldiers had been created to battle Force-users such as herself, though she sensed, in the brief pauses in the frantic battle, when she disappeared behind the lines, that the soldiers had one glaring weakness.

But she didn't need to exploit it. Darth Xyrah's Reapers and Super Battledroids were proving a formidable match for the super-soldiers. She felt like an artist, painting swaths of death with every red stroke of her blade. Slowly, bit by bit, the lines of super-soldiers fell under the press of reapers and droids, bolstered by the 67th.

"Inquisitors, rebreathers. Our.. Friends, are dropping poison. Quickly, get to the top. We need to get this done."

Enough games, she told herself. Ducked behind the charging reapers, she drew power to her legs, crouched low, and leaped through the air to clear the wall, like a streaking red missile.

Alina Tremiru | Lin Zanula | Darth Carnifex | Darth Xyrah ​

 

[Iasha Rha]

Tags: Dayn Wren​

Iasha was not such an expert that she could spot fake beskar, and a mandalorian was dangerous even without their trademark armour. The scruffy-looking mercenary represented a culture that glorified violence and had sworn an everlasting crusade against the Sith. These were the people who had broken the world of a former emperor for the sake of vengeance.

They were not to be underestimated.

That said, this one did not appear to be the brightest of the bunch.

Her sabre whirred over his head as he dipped low and pulled his blasters. The thrown blade scored the wall full of black marks before it shut down and remained among the rocks. Iasha bounced from side to side to avoid his shots, deflecting those she could not avoid with a flash of her other sabre.

"You will never find him."

If he had not shot at her, then she imagined she could have arced the thrown blade down on him while she advanced. Now, she imagined she would just have to rush him without it. With a burst of speed, she tried to close the distance with supernatural speed. Her blade moved from a defensive sweep to ward off shots to a sudden thrust, as if she sought to nail him to the wall with it.

 

[Nodak]

Objective: The Empty Throne
Location: Senali Royal Palace
Allies: Darth Strosius ; Iasha Rha ; Dayn Wren

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The Ironbreakers attention veered from the remains of the Convoy to the Remnant Soldiers now responding to the carnage. The Troopers that had accompanied him were engaging them in the side streets that stretched away from the central avenue that the Convoy had been traveling on. Blasterfire resonated in the distance but aside from the smoking wreckage of Hoverlifts and corpses the area was clear for now.

Nodak, turning his head would observe Darth Strosius as he slaughtered the passengers of another Hoverlift that was trapped, other Hoverlifts ahead of it blocking its path from the front and the back. He only watched for a moment, satisfied that the other Sith would pacify any in the Hoverlift then he moved away.

If the Prince was present Nodak thought he must be dead by now, another nameless face among the corpses. If he yet lived then his opposite would end him soon.

As Nodak strode forward the 'Rotary Cannon' on his shoulder would activate, angling to a firing position and scanning the perimeter ahead. When hostiles came into view the cannon would begin to wail, the rotary drum beginning to spin at high speeds before belching out a colossal amount of firepower. Remnant Soldiers that did appear were being cut down, the cannon shredding their armor....

"....."

....there was a sound from beneath the Helm of the Sith Lord's armor, if he meant to say something it was unintelligible but more likely it was simply the monster showing his disdain for those he was killing.

As the 'Rotary Cannon' continue to howl, firing forth a hurricane of destruction at responding troops the reports of battle filtered into the HUD of Nodak. He could see his won forces had begun to successfully route the portions of the Remnant response that they were engaging. There was something else though, something he sensed through his connection to the force and as his weaponry disengaged again he turned his head to look at the high levels of the palace where a different combat was playing out...

 

[Aspect of Passion]

Objective 1: Cleanse the Infection​

Admiral Alys Vortic​

Complex 0921.3 - Codename: Raven Rock​

Alys lit up a cigar as she was escorted from the meeting room, carefully avoiding any areas with blood on the floor. Her carnage was of her own doing - but it didn't mean she had to carry the physical blood of it through the halls. She had enough on her hands as it was. For now she simply needed to enact some serious losses on the Sith, and leave.​

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One of the pseudo-Praetorians opened the door to her transport, and she sat with a smile. A monitor in front of her ignited, showing the careful destruction her forces had enacted on much of the planet. She ashed her cigar, then grabbed the radio next to her. Her voice was like ash, barely feminine - more authorative and destructive in its tone;​

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"Fleet, ensure the Sith pay for the planet they wanted. When I am back on the Vampyr, we will be departing."​

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The armies and fleet began their 'retreat' after the initial shock and awe of their assault waned. It wasnt so much they were being pushed back, and more so that they simply had done all the damage they could afford to in the moment - so began the calculated withdrawl from enemy forces. Give them a chance to believe they won - and they will remain cocky in the next engagement.​

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Transports in safe airspace began to depart back to the fleet in orbit, while other forces remained planet side to secure their frontlines for a few more minutes. Hyperdrives charged in space - and when they had collectively returned, they began to depart. Few forces remained on the planet, and the holdouts cared little as they fought to the bitter end.​

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The losses were obviously in favor of Admiral Vortic - she had killed an immense portion of the invasion force. Perhaps the Sith had taken the planet, but it was as pyrrhic as it had come.​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: The Empty Throne
Location: Senali Royal Palace
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Nodak / Xzinn Dronnol / Iasha Rha
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With a flurry of slashes and a few bolts of lightning Alisteri had leapt into the crowd that attempted to escape, the lightning striking and burning the few that managed to rush out of his immediate range as he cut down those closest. In a few moments the crowd had been reduced to a pile of bodies with only one survivor. A survivor that had thrown himself to the ground in an attempt to surrender, and who was wearing a crown.

"P-Please, I-" The Sith gave no time for the Prince to manage some sort of plea or bargain for his life. He held up the newly decapitated head of the Senali Prince, the crown still atop it, and stepped away from the convoy with the head held high.

He wanted the remnants to know that they had failed in their mission, even if they were about to be cut down. The Knight tapped his commlink on his helmet after clipping his lightsaber back onto his belt, letting his fellow Sith handle whatever forces were still in the area. :"This is Knight Strosius to all forces on Senali, the remnant's Prince is dead. Long live the king.":

 

[Dayn Wren]

The Sith charged. He could fire all he wanted, but her defensive form was stellar.

Dayn got to a crouched position. Once more he relied on his jetpack as a get out of jail free card.

And it was time to try to get a little bit acrobatic...

The burst pushed him up towards the roof. Extending his hand as he went up and before gravity pulled him back down, he fired off his only wrist weapon; the flamethrower. Flames shot down towards the red (and hopefully soon to be crispy) Sith.

In his other hand, the one he'd left low by his hip, he now held a vibroknife. It was a simple thing and wouldn't stand a second against a lightsaber - it didn't have a cortosis core or any such detail. However it could be thrown. If she was as unarmoured as her fellows often were, that had potential. Ideally the Sith would be preoccupied by the flames, and not see the knife thrown under their cover.

By now gravity would start to kick in. Twisting his body forwards, he kicked against the wall. He would turn to land facing the Sith in a crouched position. Dayn's landing wasn't clean, however, and he slid down to lie sideways, leaning on one knee. Still, his wrist-launching hand still held the blaster and he shot another volley at her last known location.

Iasha Rha​

 

[Dyyr T'Pada]

Location: 200 km south of Testa
Objective: II, When On Rutan
Accompaniment: 12 Qatilovçu, trained warbeasts, 1 Amon Sev
Equipment: Barad Glaive

A Rutanian supply convoy, led by a magistrate of their embassy, was waiting at a dropoff platform at the edge of the city to recover the First Order’s offering. With the battle for the planet raging, they had been instructed to put these supplies en route to troops near the front lines, cheating them of their tribute. Tension hung in the air around the waiting caravaneers. As the leader spotted the train surging out of the trees, he noticed it was scorched and blackened with blaster fire. It stopped short of its typical docking platform, and when it did, Dyyr T’Pada leapt from the first car. He was quickly followed by a dozen Qatilovçu and an Amon Sev lieutenant in dark plate. Those armed among the Rutanians reached for their blasters, looking to their leader for direction. The Magistrate just stared hard at T’Pada, waiting for an indication. The Amon Sev stepped forward. In his hand was the helmet of a recently departed Remnant officer. He lifted this up for all to see.

"Rutanians!" His voice was cheerful, yet belligerent. "Until today, you’ve been sheltering the Remnant of the First Order! We’ve come to take them off your hands and give you an invitation!" He threw the helmet to the ground violently. "We are the Sith Eternal. This planet is ours now and we’re not stopping here. If you help our expansion across the galaxy, our conquest will be your conquest!"

"You are arrogant Sith!" The Magistrate’s voice was a harsh buzzing. "You do not know how the battle for our planet shall turn! If the Remnant drives your rabble off, what then? Where would we stand to gain from your conquest? You have your own wager to settle before you make one with us."

"Perhaps if we were to raise the stakes?" Dyyr strode out from behind the Qatilovçu as his Lieutenant hesitated. "I understand your men are accomplished hunters. I will be your prey tonight. If you can bring my head back to your First Order overseers, then they will reward your service. If the Eternals claim the planet, show it to them. My lieutenant will guarantee your independence. But, if I can evade you until sunrise, your men will hunt for the Eternals from here on out. What say you?"

This caught the Magistrate off guard. The Rutanian stiffened as he weighed the situation, turning to converse hurriedly with his subordinates. They had no assurance the invading Sith would spare them should their Remnant protectors fall. And independence from the vassalage of the Remnant was a tempting lure… "These are acceptable terms. Our hunters will be summoned to discuss the challenge and determine the bounds of your-"

"The hunt begins now." Dyyr handed his glaive to his lieutenant, whose head was now cocked with concern. "Signal your men quickly. They are losing daylight."

T’Pada crossed the platform and leapt down to the soil beneath the raised structure. He strode away through the ferns, looking back as he reached the treeline of the woods. His men were watching the Rutanians chatter to their superiors though their comlinks. The Amon Sev looked out at T’Pada, unsure of what to do, and met his gaze. He saw the Aeravalin nod, then turn and vanish unarmed into the forest.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Tags: Dayn Wren​

The Mandalorian slipped out of her thrust, and the crimson blade pierced through the wall with a flash of sparks and a furious hiss. If it were not for the preternatural senses of a trained Sith, then the mandalorian would have filled the room with the stench of barbequed twi'lek. But the Force screamed to Iasha like a banshee. She threw herself around, abandoning her sabre, and raised her hands.

On pure instinct, the acolyte surrounded herself with a shimmering field of the Force that kept the flames at bay. The effort made her grit her teeth and scrunch her face. She tried to push the flames back, only to find her hand struck with something hard and sharp. Iasha darted to the side as she clutched her hand, vibroknife stuck between two of her fingerbones.

With her movement, however, she had evaded Dayn's leap in her direction.

Clutching her bloodied hand, she made a swipe at her lightsabre hilt, making it activate and launch in the direction of Dayn just as he landed and hopefully before he could get his bearings on her movement. Rather than keep her attention on the thrown, longer blade, she called to the shorter one. It shot out of the rubble and into her uninjured hand.

"Your tricks won't save you against the Force."

In a show of ferocity she chomped down on the hilt of the vibroblade with her shark-like teeth and pulled it out of her hand, then spat it at the ground.

"You will lose."

 

[Dayn Wren]

The Mandalorian gave a disgruntled yell. It was not from pain exactly, so much as it was from not knowing what the kark was going on. Sparks flew where he stood and he shot back up into the air. The jetpack lifted him though it seemed to act on a will of its own.

It detatched from his back sent him flying in yet another direction with a small explosion that had him crash into a large piece of wooden furniture that shattered on impact. Probably a desk of some sort. The lightsaber thrown had cut into his armor on the side, leaving only a small gash, but it had completely farkled up his jetpack.

«Haran» (hell) he grunted, as he got back up to his feet, feeling his rough landing. It was just in time to watch the twi'lek defiantly grab the knife out of her hand with her teeth, spitting it out again. «…Haran»

«Those are expensive you know» he reached for the hilt of a sword… Except of course he didn't have a sword. Really need to invest in one of those… Especially when Sith were abound. He heard there supposedly were no expections when it came to eliminating them on sight. Still, while he lacked a sword he had a knife… Which he had just thrown.

With hands as quick as can be, in a blur he had his blaster pistol up in his hand pulling the trigger. Sparks emitted - wait, sparks? Upon inspection, it appeared the Sith had somehow managed to cut off the barrel in half. «Dank farrik» Dayn decided in that moment that he didn't like Sith very much.

Iasha Rha

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Carnifex watched the battle-data scroll over the holographic display, hardly noticing the rumbling of the cabin around Him. When He'd launched the squadron of pathogen-laden bombers, they had been beset by enemy forces held in reserve to strike at the already deployed Sith formations. Their status was difficult to discern through the rapid-fire feed coming up from the frontlines, and a lot of it was lost to jamming attempts and the inescapable garbling of sub-space transmission. Automated systems managed to sift order from chaos, but it was an uphill battle in these conditions.

"Supreme Excellency," croaked the voice of a cybernetically-enhanced servant. When the Dark Lord deigned to cast His gaze upon Him, the servant continued. "It appears as though the enemy forces are pulling back, comscan detects several coordinated movements across most of the hemisphere. They've left several strongholds behind, and deep-penetration scans reveal networks of defensive emplacements and kill-zones." Such information was broadcast to His data-screen, showing everything the servant spoke of in well-curated detail.

"Not even orbital bombardment will dislodge them," mused the Dark Lord, "Isolate the remnants and keep them from breaking out. We'll deal with them in due time. What of the fleeing enemy?" The servant complied and brought up various fleet projections and hyperspace trajectories. "We've been unable to isolate any definitive exodus path, they're withdrawing in irregular patterns that make it difficult to pinpoint where their final destination is. We can calculate part of the trail, Supreme Excellency."

These brigands were smart, smarter than many might've given them credit for. But Carnifex remembered the First Order well, He'd lived in their space briefly before leaving to found a new Sith Empire. These remnants would have to be handled with extreme caution and consideration, the Sith couldn't afford to get sloppy.

"Launch probes to every system along their last known trajectories, we'll brute force the numbers." The servant bowed. "And inform Prince Saryn of my imminent arrival."

Darth Xyrah | Aspect of Passion ​

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Objective One: Cleanse the Infection
Post: 3
Location: Remnant Fortress

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Saryn soon received word his master would arrive shortly. A smile formed on his lips as he continued to survey the ongoing battle with his macrobinoculars from atop his command tank. His droid armies had the enemy thoroughly contained in their fortress at this point. His Sith Reapers had already blunted their attempts to sally forth and break the siege, and so they were tactically withdrawn back behind the lines as Saryn had his artillery increase their bombardment of the fortress.

Several Defoliator Tanks were brought forth from the rear to indiscriminately eradicate the infantry defending the exterior of the fortress, mercilessly bombarding the enemies troops. By the time his master arrived to join him, he hoped nought but the enemies ashes would remain.

Darth Carnifex
Alina Tremiru
Aspect of Passion
Daxa Zuul