Frigid Shadows [Atrisian Empire Dominion of Csilla]

[Garza]

Ugh I tired so hard not to groan at the fact that instead of being above ground or in the air. We were going into a cave system. I didnt like them. I had spent 5 years in one and everytime I walked into a cave flashbacks came to when I had left and what had happened in the lab. Reguardless I listened to her as she was leading, and I didnt want to get in trouble. Others came to join the two of us. Mainly it was only a few, but from the way that they carried themselves, I knew it was better than a whole troop of stormtroopers.

Following the woman I had to put my wings up. Folding them on my back that way I would take up less room in the caves. A wave of errie feelings came over me and sent a shiver up my spine. With the effect of my fear, and the power that resonated from the cave. It sent a good one. I pulled my Vibroblade from my hip and held it out in front of me. However it hung down towards my feet, as if the woman were to be suddenly thrown back or stopped I would not stab her on accident.
@Naamah Aesham, @Cronos Aegir, @Somarae, @Thane Danson, @Bellalika, @Krae Varo, @Black Dove @[member="Mirien Valdier"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

@[member="Mirien Valdier"], @[member="Bellalika"], @[member="Black Dove"], @[member="Cronos Aegir"]

Naamah's comm beeped as she reached Mirien and her group of fellow Inquisitors, a smirk came to her lips as she heard the voice. She and Bellalika did get on quite well. "Yeah, love the leather. I'm looking forward to...purging things with fire in style." Did she sound a bit overeager? Perhaps.

"Thank you, Miss Novar," the girl responded as Mirien spoke, placing an inappropriate emphasis on the name, returning the bow. Naamah listened as the Grand Inquisitor spoke. This Cody was...important...somehow, if Mirien spoke of him so highly. For some reason part of Naamah was feeling irrationally jealous, but the prospect of imminent bloodshed brightened her mood. She felt a strong surge of excitement shoot through her and could not help suppress a smirk when Mirien said they would use whatever means necessary to fight.

Whatever means. Free from all operational restrictions. No longer forced to pretend to be 'normal' - normal was weak, uneventful and frankly dull. This was going to be exciting. Ah, the enthusiasm of youth. as Mirien bolted Naamah took off after her, purge gun gripped tightly as she advanced down into the icy tunnels, though she shivered. The cold was not her element, but that would just heighten her cruelty against the heretics, whatever they were. She did wonder who they would be facing...doubtless Mirien knew...doubtless this was not a good moment to question her.

I'll make trophies of their spines, she decided. Yet the feeling that they were being watched was palpable - and not watched in the kinky way Naamah might have liked. Despite herself she felt a feeling of dread wash over her, a cold chill...but she forced it down. After all, it could not be scarier than the Dark Queen who had held her life in her grasp since she had been captured.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

His eyes were never still for long as Sargon checked over a dozen different things. His HUD told him they'd reach the command post shortly. It was abnormally far away from the landing pads but he supposed its location was nearer to the Atrisian front which had quite a bit more manpower. “Governor, we'll be at command in just a moment. As for the squad no I was just transferred for this mission. My former company is being reformed after Taloraan they were below operational strength.”

The sound of the command center was riotous. A prefab base was impossible to install underground, and so they were doing it the old fashion way make shift piece by piece construction. At least two companies worth of man power was setting up defenses in among the out going tunnels. A few speeders were speeders were set up for quick transportation to the front and to bring back wounded. The cost of this operation seemed a bit ridiculous to Sargon but he supposed it was better than being being under Atrisian command for the duration.

“It also seems my squad's been permanently assigned to for the mission duration. Your orders, Governor?”

 

[Trista Nemorra]

Trista walked into another hangar and set another explosive device, her job was now becoming more hazardous, the farther in the complex she goes the harder it is to get out. She recently placed explosives all over the place and now it is time to step it up, placing the explosives she quickly walked out and toward one of the main bunkers and from there a main weapons depot to demolish for the empire.

 

[Qhorin Solas]

The Tunnels of Csilla​

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For the briefest of moments I was struck with an almost dizzying sense of perplexity. Was that concern I heard in the Grand Inquisitor's voice? I almost dropped my blaster in my shock, and if not for the helmet hiding my face, my companions would've been privy to the stunned expression etched across my face, brief though it was. I had never met a colder individual in my short year of life than the Lady Mirien -- suffice to say, this 'Cody Weadge' was most certainly a remarkable man, to inspire concern in a woman like the Grand Inquisitor.

Or perhaps I had misjudged the Grand Inquisitor? Only time would tell.

The three of us fell in step behind the Grand Inquisitor, racing along in her wake into the frigid depths of Csilla's many caverns. The tunnels were cold and dark, though not so cold as the surface -- the fierce winds that whipped across Csilla's surface couldn't penetrate the thick walls and instead howled past the entrance, loud and harrowing. A metaphysical stench hung thick in the air, and without the time to study the miasma of malevolence permeating the cavern, I couldn't discern the nature of the threats I felt creeping up on the edges of my perception.

I could only ready myself, for I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that something was coming.

The Force filled me as water fills a bucket, flowing through my veins like blood, seeping into my being with each breath I took. Immersed in its energy, my senses exploded -- smells and sounds became so vivid as to be pictures, and the inherent darkness of the tunnels seemed to brighten as if illuminated.

Deeper in the tunnel, the shadows moved. I reached out with thin tendrils of intent, briefly touching the minds of my comrades. Even shielded, they would hear my words.

Something wicked this way comes.

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@[member="Mirien Valdier"] | @[member="Black Dove"] | @[member="Naamah Aesham"] | @[member="Bellalika"]​

 

[Rexus Drath]

The call was sent out for all inquisitors and well all inquisitors included him. "Overlord this is Sierra Foxtrot tac one niner, stand by for casvac nine line!" Rexus had joined the elite storm trooper corps since his awakening on atrisia and well he was honestly enjoying himself as a grunt again. But every now and then he had to do this whole super force user spy stuff, he didn't mind it but when it had to drag him from his new unit it started to become an annoyance. His unit's mission was simple get in slay bodies and get out, it was simple but now he had to get to the new rendezvous point in a hurry. His platoon was advancing on an enemy entrenchment when the most brilliant plan came to his mind to give the team the slip. "AGH STOMACH ACHE!!" Rex fell down in fit of pain, "GO ON WITHOUT ME!" The unit was trained to carry on the mission no matter what and so they did moving to turn and burn the enemy entrenchment they left Rex to carry on. "Wow that actually worked?" Rex stood up and dusted himself off starting the trek to the rendezvous point.

Making his way to mirien and the others was tough but being the studly manly man that Rexus was he did it no sweat "Hey guys wait up!" Rex wheezed and coughed as he caught up to mirien and the rest of the group "Oh glob I'm out of shape." he coughed again then panted for a bit before standing up "Inquisitor Drath reporting as ordered." the giant 6'11 of a man stood there in his elite storm trooper armor and gasped for a little bit more air. "I'm good, don't worry everyone!"

 

[Garza]

Something wicked this way comes.
The words echoed in my head. Each one ringing like a bell that never stopped. I kept walking down the cold cavern as my wings started to shake. Ether of fear or cold I would not say. I was wearing the thinnest of clothing here, yet I seemed to be sweating. I felt like a furnace as we moved our way down. If people can not take a hint then I don't know what else to do. I looked around only seeing that the tunnels stayed lit up by the snow that reflected the light. Even though it was lit. I felt like there was someone standing over my shoulder ready to stab me when I turned around. The eerie feeling that radiated from the cave was powerful in ways that I could not imagine.

Walking forwards I remembered that the woman had said that the man, Cody I think? was a friend of hers. And from the way that she spoke, I could get a hint that they may be more than just friends. Ether way. She had alot of faith, trust, and liking in this man. Still we continued to walk on.
@[member="Cronos Aegir"], @[member="Mirien Valdier"] @Bellalinka, @[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Akio Kahoshi]

In orbit the Atrisian Emperor watched silently as... nothing happened.

Back at Rakata Prime they had been swarmed by those damnable swarm fighters, which had cut through their fighters effortlessly. That this alien species had chosen not to bring them this time seemed unlikely, but then just like last time there seemed to be no sign of whatever transports had brought the aliens to the planet in the first place. Was it possible they had some kind of method of transporting directly from one planet to another? There were rumors such technology might have existed in the past, but he did not believe it to be true.

Thinking back to Rakata, it had been a TIE Qiang's sensor sweep that had set off the fighters. While he would prefer not to have to deal with them at all, if those fighters were hiding somewhere he would rather meet them on his own terms rather than waiting for an ambush.

"Start a deep sensor sweep of all surrounding space, including the planets and moons," he ordered.

His officers across the fleet complied, and shortly after the sensors were slowly moving across the system. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary until they reached the surface of Csilla. Then abruptly, the fighters made their appearance. Bursting from the snow they rocketed from the surface of the planet into space aiming toward the ships above. CIC was desperately attempting to identify them all, but the numbers kept growing as more and more burst out of the snow. One thing was for certain, this species seemed to react violently to being scanned.

"Prepare for engagement," Akio said calmly.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien nodded "Good" he walked with Sargon all the way.Upon reaching the command he moved over to the map table.He didn't turn away even when responding to the fringe soldier "For now follow your original directives I need to contact the coordinators to get more information" He imputed a message to the coordinators on both sides " This is Lucien cordel I am just requesting any further information you may have and was wondering what me and my fringe associates can to to aid the mission"

As the transmission broadcast the ground began to rumble unaware of what was going on Lucien gave a single order "Battlestations we may come under attack"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon had already started towards his company when the orders to battle stations was called. The governor Sargon decided was definitely a navy man. There were a half a dozen tunnels leading towards the front from the command center. The defenses were quite solid though three full companies with barriers set up for cover. Each barrier had at least one heavy repeating blaster and a heavy duty flamethrower to keep anything from rushing in.

At a quick jog Sargon's squad reached their position behind one of the barriers. “Curtis, on that repeater if it moves drop it.” He had to admit privately he'd have loved to have been on that beautiful piece of hardware, but it was his job to lead the squad not pile up body count. No matter how fun that would have been to do. He just wished he knew what he was about to see popping out of these tunnels.

The rumble was approaching closer now, “Steady aim, and remember to breath. Keep your sights tight on the targets even with the repeaters.” He heard it then, almost a scratching sound of their approach.. “Squad, time to go to work, boys.”

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[Davik Tren]

Davik had been relaxing in his quarters when the notice came that the Emperor was choosing to scan the surrounding space. This was not concerning in itself of course, as it was a good idea to always scan the area once an initial secure space had been set up. Tren made his way to the bridge with the crisp clack of boots on the shined metal floor of the frigate. He came through the blast doors to a burst of excitement and yelling. He yelled for order which soon met reply by the crew sitting at their posts and sending different messages to the TIE's HUDs so that even they could be aware of the coming enemy.
"What's going on!? Get me a damned datapad!"

His cries were soon answered by a deck officer who handed him a scan of the area. Whereas he had had much experience with many fighters and various cruisers being represented by small red blips on the map, he now stared at a map with the entire side of Csilla in a red glow.

"Bring guns to bear... Flak cannons to Csilla."

 

[Bottlecap]

Bottlecap and his eleven accompanying men trudged on through the cold, their weather-resistant undervestments negating some of the icy winds while their masked respirators maintained a steady flow of warmer air to appease the lungs and throat. They were like apparitions in their white armor, almost indiscriminate against the snowy backdrop.

Four consecutive pings resounded inside his helmet, an extremely simple comm code Rasmus had his troops utilize in long-range radio communication to prevent any eavesdropping enemies from translating and plotting their movement. Vidan was signalling that his group had established a post and entrenched their heavy guns. The colonel replied with two clicks, the default response.

The Empire had two stormtrooper battalions on the ground at the moment, not to mention his Marine company and that other unit--the one that reeked of some off, suspicious purpose that Bottlecap could never quite put his finger on. His instincts about such things were usually correct, but would he dare try to seek out confirmation? He shook these musings out of his head. Now was time to direct squads of warriors into combat, not solve the equally deadly puzzles of empires.

Three stuttered pings came through his headset again. Vidan's men had made contact with the enemy. Now was the opportune time to walk through the back door.

The frosty populace seemed to frown at Lt. Bridjek's crew as they stealthily penetrated its perimeter. No welcoming committee popped out to greet them. They would have to take a self-guided tour to the manufactory, their main objective point where civilians were likely being detained. The town was eerily silent, save for the wind's howling as their small retrieval force slithered between buildings. At each intersection, a squad would dispatch two men to the origin of the paved cross while the other two squadmates peeked around the corners. The two excluded squads would simultaneously force entry into the corner buildings and cover from the windows while also making sure the structures themselves were devoid of enemies.

It turned out that they would not have the liberty of freely roaming the streets. They had yet to find any captive Chiss, but they quickly discovered that they had not managed to progress unobserved. A crash echoed through the artificial canyons between the rows of buildings as they were in the process of clearing another intersection. The noise was succeeded by a blast from up high, the resulting beam snapping through the frozen air and sparking as it cut into the pavement not too far from a few of the Imperial troopers.

Bottlecap's Marines scattered, three into an alley, five into an adjacent habitation unit. and three with him into the storefront opposite the others. The colonel cursed. Theyhad made it within 150 meters of their target, and now they were suddenly holed up.

But they were Marines.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

@[member="Rexus Drath"] @Cronos Aegir, @Mirien Valdier @[member="Bellalika"], @Naamah Aesham @[member="Black Dove"]

Mirien moved quickly through the maze of tunnels. There should have been people here. However, not a single soul was in sight. Something was dreadfully wrong and as she moved that sense of being watched grew. Her gut twisted in knots as things worsen. Her own heart pounding in her ears.

Then she sensed it, only a moment too late. The giant Klaxxi, invisible to their eyes lashed out throwing the Grand Inquisitor into the cavern walls hard with a resounding thud. A horrid crunching, snapping sound told of possible broken ribs. Lovely day isn't it. Out for a nice stroll and I get my ribs broken. Thank you! Only then did it reveal itself as Mirien struggled to get up. The air had been completely forced from her lungs and she was gasping for air.

The being lunged for her as a group of the Ozzlites appeared, warriors it seemed, weapons in hand as they raced to assist the Klaxxi beast. It spoke into her mind, -You will be mine human.- Never before had she encounter anyone but force users who could speak so clearly into her mind, especially with the guards she held up to defend against mental attacks.

In a flash her saber was out, the crimson blade igniting with a familiar snap hiss. And she pounced. Much to her shock as she tried to drive the saber through the being's back it barely made a scratch. It hardly seemed to notice, as it quickly threw her off and onto the ground, again advancing rapidly!

-And you fight, lose you will be mine-

"Find a weak spot! Their flesh is resistant to our sabers!" She shouted. Even then as she was fast on her feet, blocking and ducking from blows with the spiderlike being she could sense more were coming. More were coming from all sides. "Watch you're backs more are coming, I sense them all around!" Diving she rolled beneath the beast coming up on it's other side.

One of the slaves had come up unseen by her. Mirien should have known, should have seen it, but true combat was not her forte. The woman was used to striking from the shadows, killing without ever being seen. To fight openly, she simply was not as prepared as she should have been. Her focus had been on the beast that was trying to claim her.

The strike came hard across her low back, dropped Mirien to her knees, stunned from a moment but she reacted violently in the force. Her angry had risen to a dangerous level and she unleashed a powerful wave of dark energy upon the slave who dared attack her. Her flew back slamming into the ice wall with a sickening crunch. The being did not move. Dead.

 

[Antera]

Somarae had been preparing to break atmosphere again when she began to feel uneasy. Something tickled at the back of her mind, something she recognized from another sortie not so long ago...

The sensor pulse came down from above. The reaction was near instant as her own scanners erupted into a blur of hostile IFF contacts. Sheets of ice beneath her cracked as the bizarre, trapezoidal fighters broke from their hiding places and immediately launched towards orbit.

Her commlink came alive in a frenzy of reactions and reports from the fighter and bomber squadrons. The orders from her squadron leader were loud and clear over the confusion. Break and attack.

"Dao 3, engaging!" she replied promptly, yanking her controls backwards to climb after the rising fighters. Just as before they were fragile, falling easily to basic cannon fire... but they were fast. Faster than the Naginatas. She pushed her engines into a full burn, gritting her teeth as she focused on picking off as many as she could before the swarm was out of range. They had to thin them out enough to buy the flak guns and fighter screens a decent chance.

Given how vastly these aliens had overwhelmed their fighters before, she wasn't entirely sure how well it would work out.

@[member="Akio Kahoshi"], @[member="Davik Tren"], @[member="Thane Danson"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

@[member="Mirien Valdier"], @[member="Bellalika"], @[member="Cronos Aegir"], @[member="Black Dove"]

In the span of a few moments all hell had broken loose. A feeling of dread washed over Naamah then suddenly the beasts were upon them. The giant Klaxxi struck and before Naamah could respond the Grand Inquisitor had been tossed into the cavern walls like a ragdoll with a sickening crunch. For a moment it seemed like Naamah was frozen in place, something so unusual to her...but to her Mirien had always appeared invincible, beyond simple weaknesses ever since she had been forced to yield to the icy Grand Inquisitor and be remoulded and reforged.

To see her get struck and beaten like that was....before Naamah could finish the thought she sprang into action, as several Ozzlites closed in on them. You will bend to us, the voice from the giant spider resounded inside her mind. Impetuously she charged the Klaxxi, her lightsabre igniting with a snap-hiss as she sought to find a weak spot, raining down blows upon it, but none of her strikes seemed to have an effect and then the beast lunged at her and smashed her into the hard snow. She lay there, then managed to get up, feeling a hard pain in her head, blood dripping down. Her vision turned hazy before she pulled herself up.

She had little time to recover before an Ozzlite charged her. Her sabre flew into her hand and reignited but as she jumped to her feet and slashed at the creature, aiming to cleave it in half with a bisection strike, it dodged with astounding agility. She lunged forward, slashing at it but again the Ozzlite danced out of reach before a hard kick to her stomach knocked her back and the beast came at her from the side, striking at her hard. Naamah dropped down, the sabre flying out of her hands, then she rolled as the beast produced a blade and brought it down to chop her head off. Desperately she grabbed the Purge unit on her belt and sent a stream of flame against the Ozzlite. Surprised the creature shrieked in burning pain as the cleansing flames did their work and she used the chance to grab her knife and plunge it through its heart.

 

[Lekin'ed'omelan]

From within the Atrisia fleet was the small contingent of chiss ships. The smaller, but new, designs created in recent years as well as some relics in the form of chiss star destroyers. When word had come that the Emperor himself would be leading the Atrisian forces, there was no question that the Lord of the Chiss would be present as well. A titled lord leading a military force outside his territory might normally be looked dimly upon, but not long ago he had been in the same position the Emperor had held before assuming the throne, and once the planet was taken this would be his territory.

Red eyes watched the ships descending to the planet, though very little battle could be seen from so far away. Chiss clawcraft, ancient in design but no less formidable for it, were spread out between the chiss vessels waiting for the alien craft reported at Rakata. Then Jun Nedo got word of the fleet wide sensor sweep. "Follow the Emperor's commands precisely," he said to his officers, "We must prove we have not lost our skill since the plague."

Then the sensor sweep hit the planet, and the cloud of fighters erupted from the surface. "Order the clawcraft to screen the capital ships and to assist the Atrisian fighters," he ordered. The clawcraft responded, rushing out to meet the swarm fighters before they reached the capital ships with their powerful lasers. Those near the Atrisian ships began assisting the local fighters as best they could, the maneuverability of the clawcraft coming in handy even if they still could not quite match the alien ships. Already it looked as if it would cost many chiss lives to win back their homeworld.

@[member="Davik Tren"], @[member="Thane Danson"], @[member="Somarae"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Creatures rushed along each of the tunnels into and out of the base Lucien remained in the centre "Open fire" Lucien shouted as soldiers rushed to fight the aliens.Lucien had never seen creatures like this before and as such had no idea how to kill them.He shot Tendrils of lightning down the passages.As the various squads opened fire into the aliens

 

[Cody Weadge]

"--RRGGGGG!" Cody cried as the electro staff device was once again pressed against his skin. He had lost track of how many times he had been shocked, only that by this point it felt as if they had given up on questioning and moved on to simple sadistic torture. When Cody's body was not seized up in agony, he was still studying his surroundings. So far he had learned very little, other than that he had still not figured out which of the aliens was the one talking to him. Tracking body language, he had ruled each one out as the speaker. But there were also no cameras and as far as he could tell no hidden windows, which implied an active attempt at concealing the speaker... or more than one speaker among the group.

<Your species is slow to learn//Fighting against the inevitable like you are now//We will break you>

"You wouldn't... be the first... to say so," the agent forced out. Then he saw it, the mistake. One of the aliens opened its frightening maw of a mouth making an odd collection of sounds... and one of the others responded. This species spoke vocally! There was someone else speaking. Someone he could not see. "Of course I might be more willing to talk if you revealed yourself."

<...>

The silent answer was enough. Seeing the alien coming to stick him again, Cody decided to switch tactics. Exhaling deeply, he let himself fade. Blue eyes seemed to deaden, the remnants of pain on his face faded to boredom. When the staff hit him, his body reacted to the electricity but Cody did not make a sound. Pain had become irrelevant, a barely useful aspect of the human condition. One that he was able to ignore now that the personality known as Cody Weadge had faded into the background.

<Your mind has changed, you are different now>

The agent did nothing, felt nothing.

<Very well human, it seems our time together is no longer useful//I have grown hungry>

Then the speaker appeared as if from thin air, three meters of spined shadow on six jagged legs. By all accounts Cody should have been terrified, perhaps even wetting himself at the monster before him. The one that had just stated its intention of eating the agent. Mostly Cody just felt bored curiosity.

"I think I need a larger shoe," Cody said even his voice sounding changed.

 

[Davik Tren]

Davik's frigate began to open fire on the planet's atmosphere at his orders, as the fighters poured into the open space that was soon filled with the explosions and debris that he had experienced first hand at Rakata Prime. These enemy pilots appeared to care little about formation or organization. They flew as if it were every man for himself and thus induced a very chaotic battle for the more organized Atrisian fleet. They fought savagely against the Naginata pilots who flew in their tight formations, only to break and engage in moments before returning to their tight organization.

The battle was not cooling down, and still endless streams of fighters were pouring towards the Atrisian battlefleet though they were held back by the flak fire of the frigates and the cruisers. The larger ships of the Atrisian fleet were keeping them back steadily along with the Naginata pilots who were doing the large amounts of dirty work deep in the battle.

"Keep up the fire... Do not allow any of those alien fighters through. They can tear our shields apart in seconds."
"Aye sir."

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The enemy was a completely unknown species to Sargon, but that didn't stop his men from making corpses out of them. The sound of the repeaters were near deafening, and perhaps even worse the sounds of his enemies inhuman shrieks. He moved from enemy to enemy three shots in the chest and moved on. He didn't bother with downed enemies, even if they weren't dead they were being stampeded over like animals. Whatever drove them forward they were more afraid of then the rain of blaster fire hailing down on them.

As the surge slowly made progress past the piles of dead bodies the flamethrowers activated and his HUD began to compensate by filtering out the flame's brightness. Either way he could hardly see past the inferno so he went with option two and lobbed a pair of grenades over the wall of flames. Glancing back Sargon looked for something heavier. They were holding back the tide but only barely, and the enemy didn't seem to have any lack of numbers.
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