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Invasion [GA | DE] Operation Shadow Hand | GA Defense of Tython, Empress Teta, & Prakith

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Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective One: Broken Furies
Location: Palace, Cinnegar, Empress Teta
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Sirens, shouts, yells dominated the streets as an orchestra of war boomed overhead, an all too familiar sensation for everyone in the city of Cinnegar. Security forces of the Royal Guard marched out to help with the evacuation and several hundred vehicles moved thousands of civilians away from the war front. Many more were being escorted deeper into the city to await passage outside of the city.
Damian kept his crimson eyes trained on his data-slate, his quick reading helped him to understand the greater issue at hand. He was far from reaching any levels of panic, but he felt a certain sensation of uneasiness. Time, that was what he needed, more time Then all these issues will appear manageable. His thoughts turned sour when he looked at the next batch of reports flooding his data-slate, his calculus ever been changed with new pieces of information. Damian was silently thankful for his love of mathematics and found numbers quite the comfort, but these numbers represented the unbridled horror of war. There was no comfort to be found within those numbers. Only cold calculations.
Using his left hand, his fingers gently rubbed his face as Damian gently placed the data-slate back on the desk. The sounds of fighting were quite distant from his position, but the evidence was clear as day when he walked towards the nearest window. Hundreds of thousands of citizens were being organized beneath the surface into bunkers and many more were being transported out of the city to safer zones. Such logistical coordination was at first quite monumental, but after the Maw invasion the training and support was equally as monumental as the task itself.
The young Du Couteau heir maintained his emotionless expression, the dark rings and heavy bags beneath his eyes detailing a rather grim reality. Perhaps if the earlier attempt of a coup d'etat had been successful the population might have been spared the onslaught of an invading force fighting in the streets. Several blocks glowed for moments of intense firefighting before smoke and dust were kicked up, such a scene was duplicated far across the city-scape of Cinnegar. The sight alone reminiscent of not so-old wounds from battles past. But the Alliance always finds a way to win in the end. . . . . always.
Damian returned to his desk, his data-slate awaited him and he soon went back to work organizing the evacuation of civilians from the city. There were always hidden stashes of vehicles and equipment that one noble or another ‘forgot’ to mention in their tax filings. Damian was quite the avid reader and well hawkish when it came to misfiled reports. Plus he had quite the field-day with several Noble families that had participated with the Imperial coup, while their credits weren’t exactly useful (at the moment), their non-liquid assets combined consisted of a large fleet of ships and other in-demand assets for the war-effort. Easier to grab things from the garages than order and wait for them from the factories.
“Sorry Dad, I couldn't keep my promise.” His mutters escaped his lips as he sighed. There would be times for tears later, and Damian knew he couldn’t waste more time on apologies. There would be time for him to confront it all, but the esoteric problems often had a funny way of evaporating when material issues arrived at the forefront.

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"No, it will make sense when you see her." She did glow. Literally. Though Aris only blinked in surprise as Braze mentioned princess. Was she a princess? Had he been casually hanging out with a princess? Technically he was a prince so maybe it wasn't that weird, but she never mentioned anything about being royalty. The most surprising thing was that Braze seemed to recognize that much himself just by first seeing her.

Was she actually someone famous?

He tucked that in the back of his mind to explore later. Instead, he focused on just how brightly she was glowing this time around. Tython really was abundant with the Force, wasn't it? That was his assumption as to why she was glowing so brightly at least. He raised a brow as Braze bowed though. She really was a princess, then? How in the world did he miss that?

Aris stood a little rigidly at first, but as Zaiya rushed up and greeted him with such enthusiasm he stopped caring as much about whether she was royalty or not. The soft smile returned as he glanced to the Droid and dipped his head in greeting. "Hello Zaiya. Nana. I'm glad you were able to make it here."

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YEARS PRIOR...
THE THIRD IMPERIAL CIVIL WAR...


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R A I D E R - 1
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
TASK FORCE IMPERATOR
1ST ARMORED ASSAULT DIVISION
ZIOST

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SHOT HIM DOWN
Ever the horrid symphony. A machination of war that only wrought death and devastation to the enemy. As much as it was a dreaded note to the enemy, each cataclysmic footfall into the battered, ashen earth of the coveted Sith world only further stewed the churning anxieties of the men inside. As much as they were always fiendish for the next deployment, the next chance to do their job, to their part in the war...so too did they soon realized they'd just landed in hell, 868 ABY. The Ziost campaign would turn to be one of the most grueling of the Third Imperial Civil War, one where countless ranks of Imperial, Alliance and Ashlan souls all but fell, trembling into that cauldron of doomed souls.

He lifted his gaze up to the man across from him in the troop bay of the AT-ATx. His platoon sergeant, Praig. One of the few remaining holdovers of the Sith Imperials that defected with the Imperator himself. A rare mark, many had been wasted in the first few months of the war. They were an overwhelming majority of the New Imperial Stormtrooper corps at Muunilinst. By the time of Bastion's reclamation, one would be hard-pressed to scrounge two hands worth amongst a fighting company of men. Kroeger was fortunate to have him as a close advisor. Whilst he was regarded as one of the more clever junior officers, he was well enough to know that he knew little. He had seen a good deal of the fight to this point, budding at the eve of promotion into a company commanding rule, especially with how quickly the Junior officer ranks of the Stormtrooper Corps were depleted by then, but even still, senior non commissioned officers still bore much of the knowledge.

Praig took a long draw of his cigara, watching the plume of smoke emerge from the ember end before flicking off the excess, matching his eyes with Kroeger.

"Want a hit? Seen you looking at the products and overlays like some spice fiend looking for his fix." He said to Kroeger who offered a grin, a light shake of his head.

"Heard those things kill you." He said in jest, it was hardly for moral reasons that he refused. He wanted his lungs clear for the coming battle, especially with the urban fighting again. Bounding between streets, clearing buildings, it took a toll quickly.

"Yeah? You picked the wrong line of work if thats what you cared to avoid, sir." He replied, Kroeger couldn't stifle a laugh, a tilt of his head in acknowledgement.

"Don't think either of us picked it, sergeant." He said in reply. A half truth. An upbringing on Adumar meant some martial trade for its brightest young men. Though he might've been able to contest among the nobles there in their bickering, the call of the Iron Sun was a bit more attractive. More regimented, far less freedom and far more dangerous, but it carried purpose.

<"Estimate three minutes to rally point 'Aurek'."> The walker commander sounded off over the comms. The men began to transition from their more leisurely state of mounted travel to one readied for dismounted warfare. Kroeger was hardly an exception, grasping his helmet and placing it over his head.

<"Comms check all Raider elements...ping back if loud and clear."> He said, a final affirmation that all functioned as it needed to. His HUD lit up with faint pings of affirmation from his squad leaders.

<"Right...you know the task. Each man does his job and we'll sweep the Sith bastards out of this city by sundown. We've got overhead assets, Alliance Marines already on the ground...this is the gateway to Kaas, gentlemen. We clear them out here...we'll be stomping down Zambrano's palace in no time."> He said, a few cheers and boisterous notes sounded off in agreement. He grinned beneath the helmet.

<"Don't get cocky. We're the finest platoon in the Battalion, we know it, they know it...let's keep it that way. Iron Will!"> He said before soon enough, the thirty second warning sounded off.

<"Leaders only on platoon net."> He remarked.

<"Soon as we're down, we're pushing on-line with Red and Gold to objective area 'Mynock', then we're taking up overwatching, getting eyes for indirect."> He said, iterating the game plan again to which Praig laughed, shaking his head.

<"Sir...we know, we all read the damned OPORD...just focus on your lane...I'll make sure the men execute."> He said before soon enough the troop bay doors pulled open with a hydraulic, metallic screech, the belly opening up to a symphony of destruction beneath. Without a second thought, the Stromtroopers lined up in stacks approaching the rappel lines and one by one took the plunge. As soon as they hit the battered ground, their well drilled tactics took control, teams covering other teams as they bounded from cover to cover into the dogged streets of the city.

All was going smoothly until the thunderous crack of Sith ordnance began to rain hell unto their own coveted city. Within moments, all of Kroeger's trusted men were slain in a superheated inferno. He was close among them, his body left permanently wounded, leaving grievous burns across his face, arms, torso, most of his body was inflicted with the horrid marks. The last vision he'd saw before he lost consciousness, the trail of ships leaving Ziost, entire capital ships shifting into hyperspace from orbit as others strained to keep in the fight. All of the former, Alliance and all of the latter Imperial. The Sunbird fled in fear...but the Iron Sun stayed alight.

It had been years since then...but old grudges don't die young. Kroeger was left to die by supposed allies of great moral virtue.

Now...vengeance.

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D E M O N
DARK EMPIRE
IRON LEGION | THOSE ONCE LOYAL
1st BATTALION, 16th STORMTROOPER REGIMENT 'IRON WILL'
DE | Jon Hojkstra Jon Hojkstra | Thomas Barran Thomas Barran | TK-818 TK-818 | KN-967 KN-967
GA | Gress D'ran Gress D'ran | Ashley Nevermore Ashley Nevermore
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BORN IN WINTER

Even after a rather uneventful oath of allegiance. The entire prospect of the battle, nay, war ahead felt hollow. As much as it was a grueling, necessary tasking to face down the barrel of the Galaxy's most dominant superpower and strike the vaunted king from his holy mountain. The Alliance was once a vital ally to a budding New Imperial Order. Arminius had been around long enough to recall those days, to share cigaras and break bread with Alliance Marines in the Braxant Campaign.

But today, there were roads to burn. A purpose renewed, that of which all soldiers seek their motivation. Any fighting man can go through their grueling tasks with a begrudging compliance, if only for the means to make a living. But it is purpose that gives them the motive to fight and die. The Dark Empire, the thought of a once extinguished flame restored provided that to the Iron Legion.

They'd burn the Galaxy, if it meant remaking it in their image. An Empire, an Iron Sun once more dawning over all civilized life. When the Dark Empire made their commitment to strike into the Deep Core, the Iron Legion was among those tapped for the task force which made up the fighting force in Operation Shadow Hand.

Naturally. They were renewed with a well needed resupply and refit. Those Once Loyal were among the first on the ground in Cinnegar. It was hardly within their forte, the sprawling urban hellscape that would be this battleground. But even so, it was a setting that most any New Imperial veteran was well used to. After all, the capital cities of each and every world along the Empire's march along the Braxant were the quickest and most sure fire way to secure their conquering in the name of the Imperator.

The silence warped the air around the Megacaliber's muzzle before a thunderous volley of high powered laser bolts sent streaming down the city street from the Barran's main gun, thudding into the emplaced gun position of a Alliance marines high up along the tower at the end of their stretch of street. The infantry fighting vehicle was ahead of the others in its platoon, emplacing behind a downed commercial speeder before another with its accompanying squad of stormtroopers bounded forward. There were similar maneuvers taking place along the entirety of the Iron Legion's engagement area. Such was the nature of city fighting. Ever brutal and personal as it was, certainly so in these circumstances.

The New Order did well in warning the worlds it planned to invade prior to, so that the civilians had some opportunity to evacuate, lest they be used as human shields. The Dark Empire did not spare so much luxury. He stepped past a severed arm in the rubble, Kroeger hardly cared. Gruesome visions like that had long been faded in his memory. War needed to be broken down into simple terms to be digested comfortably. There was the mission, your men, the enemy. You and your men had to do whatever it took to kill the enemy and accomplish the mission, nothing else mattered. Spending too much time thinking about the means left a man awake at night with the muzzle of a blaster in his mouth.

To hell if any of that mattered now. The Iron Legion was pushing toward the river way which acted as a moat to the heart of the city. It was a hellish circumstance with only a handful of bridges, walk ways and cargo lanes connecting the city's districts. He deployed what he could cobble together of his 'Storm Commandos' to push through the subterreanean levels of Cinnagar in order to disrupt the inner defenses of the city on the other side but still, the weight laid on the shoulders of the Iron Legion to push through and lay siege.

As soon as his observers and scouts caught eyes of the bridges, each of them lined up in observation points intersecting into the target area for which they'd breach through unto the other side, they each sent back their reports of the strike, the tactical operations center consolidating the locations of the hit bridges before Captain Falken opened the back ramp of his Barran to deliver the message to Kroeger. In the slow, grueling assault through the city to the first phase line which they would begin the breach. He was walking behind his vehicle, smoking from a cigara in the hellish clatter of the war around him. He peered up with one eye organic, one eye mechanical to the man, nodding for him to speak.

"They've hit most all of the bridges between us and the city. A few of them might be upright enough to cross but- they have turbolasers sighted in on them, must have been planned targets." The fire support officer said to Kroeger who nodded in acknowledgement, taking a slow draw from his cigara as he peered down to the broken ground of urban devestation beneath. Shattered duracrete, chunks of shrapnel and spalling, scorch marks and discarded refuse filled his contemplating vision for a moment before he peered back up toward the man.

"Map." Kroeger said to which the officer produced a hologram projector from his hip, tossing it unto the ground between them, a projection of the battlespace displaying between them, showing each of the different overlays, unit symbols, planned targets, obstacles, key and decisive terrain features all of which constructed by Kroeger's battle staff in preparation of the fight.

He pinched in the air above the map before splaying his index finger and thumb out to zoom in on the water way crossing. The six main bridges were hit, eliminating the most likely approach of the Imperial assault.

But not the deadliest.

"We have location of the units to fire on these bridges?" Kroeger inquired, lofting a brow.

"Sphinxes. Same we faced down on Onderon." Arminius grit his teeth for a moment, flicking the butt of his cigara into the ashen ruins of this war torn street.

"Simple enough to correlate for close air support, but getting a Mauler or Bruiser flight with contested air is burning assets." He remarked, the two mentioned TIE variants being some of the heaviest hitting ground attack craft in the Imperial arsenal. But with the stark drawback of being unwieldy and easy to shoot down.

"We have vicinity grids to the firing units that hit the bridges, the only quandry is getting assets and of course, counter battery to follow. I doubt we have enough indirect to hammer down one of them directly before we need to move it." Falken remarked.

"Then we're not firing them at the enemy. Not to kill at least. Those walkers see with their sensors, not their eyes. They have the coordinates the bridges locked in, even if we blind them, they can hammer those positions all day. We have the capabilities to cross...but not all our assets are at the trigger point for the breach..." He remarked, a dull moment of contemplation before he lifted his wrist to get in contact with the maneuver commander of the Stormtrooper Battalion heading up the breach.

"Demon Actual, Ironclad Actual. Status." He said sternly to the man.

<"Copy, Demon. Approaching rally point now. Aurek and Besh companies are emplaced, Cresh in support by fire."> He said. A good up on status. Though it meant some of the Stormtrooper units were in direct fire range. It meant the plan was ready to proceed.

<"Good copy. Stand by."> Kroeger said, bringing his vambrace down before he began to 'draw' on the holographic map. Multiple linear lines along the opposite side of the river with two pings on the supposed locations of the Sphinxes.

"Static smoke on all of these positions. As soon as they fire, Iron Will will begin their advance into the breach point with Dreadnought and our heavy walkers in support by fire. We'll blind their sensors, close with and destroy them. If they're as morally upstanding as the Alliance should be, it will force restrictions on their fire, being in the sector of their city they're supposed to defend. They can blow up every damned bridge as they please, we've the capabilities to cross..." Kroeger said before placing his commander's helmet back over his head, the back hatch of his Barran-class opening back up.

<"Execute."> He said to the Captain who nodded, sitting himself at the command station in the back of the infantry fighting vehicle, sending back the fire missions to the HARP batteries assigned to the attack over their encrypted and enclosed holonet. Within a minute, the quick smoke deployed with static smoke along the opposite side of the river and atop the Sphinxes with the aim of disrupting optics, sensors, direct line of sight and rhythm. Though, it wasn't much longer before airburst rounds were loaded into the guns to follow.

The Cataphrachts and Barrans began their crossing, under the punishing fire of heavy walkers in direct support.

It was dangerous maneuver, but a high pay off one. The more ground they could close with the Hellstomper's heavy walkers, the more they'd be at risk to dismounts able to embark into buildings with anti-tank.

Kroeger's own command vehicle advanced forward as he peered over the map with a pit in his stomach, his ears brimming over the comms of the battalion taking point, each of the voices wracked with adrenaline and anxiety themselves. The first good hit, the battle had begun in earnest.
 


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OBJECTIVE 3: Clash at Kaleth
Allies: Dark Empire
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Caden Evesa Caden Evesa
In the shadow of Tython's towering peaks, where the ancient whispers of the Force echoed through the verdant valleys and ancient forests, Darth Apophion's ship the Eclipse Ascendant, a sleek vessel that seemed to swallow the light around it, descended towards the planet's surface. The air around the Temple of Kaleth, a structure as old as the Je'daii Order itself, shimmered with the energy of the Force, a beacon of light and knowledge in a galaxy marred by darkness and conflict.

As he stood at the helm, his figure shrouded in darkness, Apophion's gaze was locked on the temple below. The sight ignited a tumultuous storm within him, a maelstrom of hatred, ambition, and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. The memories of the Ashlan Crusade burned in his mind like wildfire — a merciless campaign waged by Jedi zealots determined to eradicate the Sith from existence. Their crusade had left a trail of destruction across Sith worlds, a scar that marred the galaxy and sowed the seeds of a dark hatred in Apophion's heart.

I followed you home Jedi.

The touchdown of his ship on Tython's sacred soil was a silent declaration of war. As Apophion stepped out, the air around the Temple of Kaleth seemed to shiver with the anticipation of impending violence. He felt the weight of history pressing down upon him, the echo of ancient battles, the sacrifice of countless Sith who had fallen before the Jedi's relentless purge. Yet, within him, there was also a perverse sense of satisfaction, a conviction that his actions were not just retribution but a necessary correction to the galaxy's moral compass.

This attack, this desecration of a site as ancient and revered as the Temple of Kaleth, was Apophion's ode to revenge, poetic justice written in the blood of his enemies—a debt needed to be repaid by those who followed the light, who followed the teaching of Ashla.

The Sith Lord's cloak billowed in the wind as he began his approach, the dark energy of his presence a blight upon the sacred ground of Tython. Here the Jedi rested in their own home, their cradle of power. Unware that the darkest of nights was about to descend upon them.


 

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34th Hellstompers
Galactic Alliance
Objective: Sink The Demon
Engaging: Kroeger Kroeger
Location: Empress Teta


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"Sir! Sensors are offline!"

"Are the Ravens still in the air?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Then reroute all visual data through them." Gress spoke with an efficiency. This was the trap they had planned for. The man had seen his fair share of tricks. He took a drag, looking to his holo-map. "Have Thunderstorm move up. They can blind us all they want, but the tanks still have optics. Thundercats, start shelling them. Even misses will shake their resolve. I don't want them getting to the other side of the river."

The newly assigned Armor company pushed up, through the open streets of the city towards the river, right down the center line. They'd still have their walker company to the north to swing around if things when FUBAR.

"Shields up boys!" The Wildcat commander called as they approached the sound of blaster fire pinged off their hull, the Pumas taking up the rear spinning their turret, and opening fire on the stranded Imps firing out of a near building with their thermal sighted autocannon. Phoenix Platoon was near, and they needed to be careful about friendlies. Lucky for them, GADF armor had it's own ping within the AR sights of all the vics. A man waved from inside a nearby window, an SL confirming the kill.

The Thundercats of Thunderstorm, holding back from their original position, opened fire with their mortars firing AT rounds towards the river, as the mortar operators coordinated with Raven droids, hovering high above the battlefield, and cameras fixed on the IFVs and tanks as they crossed the river. Even if the rounds were off target, they'd still scare the Imps.

As the Wildcats drew closer, they got eyes on target. Once more, they couldn't get target lock. Damn jammers. Wouldn't matter. They could still see the target, and the gunners were trained enough to know that more often than not, they couldn't rely on sensors anyways. Binocular optics zeroed in on the IFVs, before a stream of composite plasma soured out of the barrels, aiming for the enemy personnel carriers.

Behind them, the Pumas rose just enough to where their turrets were poking over the Wildcat's turret, opening fire with Ion autocannon rounds on the tanks, if nothing else to blind them. 3 separate Superfang chainlasers opened up simultaneously, ripping into the enemy shields, hoping to wear them down alongside the ion rounds.

Behind everything, the marines slowly pushed in behind the armor, setting up defenses. Bipod Boars, Sabertooth launchers being loaded, and brought into the buildings.

The Imps believed the Starbird was an easy fowl to skeet. Now they get to see it has talons.

TLDR:
10x Thundercats are shelling the approaching armor with AP rounds. 3x Wildcat tanks are moving up with Pumas and Marines behind them. Wildcats engage APCs with composite beam lasers. Pumas engage tanks with Ion rounds, and chain laser particle bolts. Marines are setting up defenses behind the armor.
 
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3rd Shocktroopers
Objective: Push them back
Tag: Kroeger Kroeger
Location: Empress Teta
Gear: See Bio​


"Thunderstorm is moving up!"
DJ called, hearing orders over the radio.

The roar of armor pushing through the streets below filled the air, and the sound of turrets spinning.

"Greybeard to Firebird, Pumas are engaging nearby hostiles. Falling back. Over."

"Copy Greybeard. Keep your boys safe. Paladin, can you get up on the rooftops? Keep your silloette low, but if we can surprise them, it'd be nice. Over."

The sound of an autocannon ripped into the side of a building, Ashley watching as Greybeard gave the Puma gunner a thumbs up. He always was a bit of a dork.

"Copy Firebird, Prepping cable launchers. We'll get topside ASAP, Out."

"Firebird to Greybeard, get Womprat up on that rooftop and spot for enemy landings or bail outs. I'm sure they're gonna have stragglers in the water. Make sure you get that camo up. Out."

Ashley let out a breath. Alright, time to move. They needed to get to the river to deal with stragglers. Surely there'd be more along the way. "Boxer, blow a hole into that wall. We'll leap to the next building, hit them with everything we have."

Boxer shrugged, before punching the wall. Duracrete splintered after a sonic boom hit the wall, the man's installed Power Paw doing it's job. While unconventional, the addition that Ashley had mandated across her platoon to their armor had made for some interesting use cases for it, as it didn't require them to waste ammo. A few more punches, and a pigeon hole formed to keep them off the street. Ashley pulled out her Roundhouse, firing into the far wall, before pushing forward with the Force. Even if she wasn't a jedi, she knew how to use it.

TLDR:
Bobcat walkers are moving to the roofs, snipers are setting up with them. Ashley is slowly moving through the buildings to prep for armor.
 

TEARS OF ASHLA
objective 2

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Location: Hidden in the debris field orbiting Tython
Tags: Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen Zethran Cott Zethran Cott Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan

Equipment in bio.

Open for interaction.

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Out in the vast nothingness beyond the edges of the galaxy, a presence lingered. It was subtle, yet profound. Barely crossing the threshold of the real. It grew and grew, skulking through asteroid fields, hiding behind nebulae. Recently a presence was born, its whispered impetus carried on the currents of the Force. Stalking. Hiding. It is a slight tapping on the glass at night, a shadow outside your ship, an ominous figure vanishing on the horizon.

Surely, it is nothing.

But it is not nothing. This presence is everywhere and nowhere; casting swirling shadows in the pale moonlight, listening from within the gutters of the city, taking refuge in abandoned rooms and memories. For decades, it lay dormant, out of sight, out of reach; whatever perversion of life remaining at its core only maintained through the most utterly diabolical of rituals. But something changed. Now, this presence is a husk, but blood glues its flesh together again. At the helm of the Nycteris, this hooded figure lifts his pallid hand, takes in a deep breath and depresses a button on the dashboard, opening a channel toward Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen - and toward a new beginning altogether.



- Admiral Sularen. This is Ptolemis. - The deep, painfully distorted voice of the Blasphemer emerges from decades of silence and darkness. - The Sith’ari wishes for me to accompany you on your ship. - This visit isn't a mission of surveillance, but a result of the profane foresight of the dark prophet Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis . Another click, and an encrypted packet of information is beamed at the Admiral’s flagship, containing relevant information on the Blasphemer’s ship and approach. - Transmitting.


Casting aside tendrils of shadow, the all-black recon vessel of DARTH PTOLEMIS emerges from the floating corpses of long-destroyed ships, mementos of a devastating attempt long past. An echo of an echo of an echo of a feeling flickers in the corrupted heart of the Blasphemer; he is looking forward to this.

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Location: Prakith
Objectives: Come home
Tags: Mevia Vizsla Mevia Vizsla Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze - Open to loose warposter replies but not 1 v 1 duels
Gear: in main bio

Caesar was eager for the battle to begin as he stood outside meditating in preparation for the upcoming conflict, the wind blew against his exposed skin letting him feel life before he placed on his armour and administered death. The death's hand would be like a precision instrument of death and bring all manner of pain to the Galactic alliance, but right now was a time for calm, to listen to the words of the Manda guiding him forward for the glory of his people. Behind him he felt the presence of his beautiful chiss lover, she made him smile, the perfect combination of woman and warrior.

"You aren't the first woman that I have gone to battle with, but I am honored to have you by my side cyar'ika. Are you ready?" he said to her turning to observed her. She cut quite the striking figure.

Looking more professional and stoic, despite being in night clothes and having messy hair, Mevia responds: "Ready as I'll ever be. I hate the Dark Empire, but I also hate the Galactic Alliance. They won't let Mandalorian powers move an inch. I will enjoy pounding them for pounding us."

Then her eyes soften, and she smiles a bit, "I may not be the first. But I'll be all you ever needed, cyare. My honor is to be fighting by your side as well."

Caesar smiled with genuine affection and then nodded as he moved to walk past her. He put his hand on her shoulder and breathed. "Good, then let us get ready and head into battle, we can't keep my father waiting."

Later

Caesar, Mevia and a small detachment of Death's hand blasted through the sky as the battle raged on. Not for from them was Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze and his own honour guard. The Imperials were already engaged in battle with the alliance and explosions potmarked the ground below. The going was brutal, the fortress world of Prakith with its jagged mountains and numerous elevated bridges favoured the defender wnd every crossing became a meat grinder. The mountains and winds in the valleys made airsupport difficult so the more agile mandalorians were being used in that role with several close quarter battles already being swung by the timely arrival of armoured vod and the judicious use of heavy firepower.

Caeser led Mevia across a bridge that had already been taken by the dark empire and low around the crest of the mountain. <<The GADF hold the next bridge and are attacking the empire as they exit the tunnel that passes through this mointain. Prepare to take incoming fire>> Caesar said to his detachment as he activated his phase masque and his image began to stutter and displace, making him hard to track and preventing a good lock from the ground. The rest of the mandalorians also activated various defences as they rounded the mountain and a few seconds later began to take anti-air fire from postions on the other side of the valley. The bridge was two hundred metres long and three times that above the ground. Along its length were various alliance military vehicles holding the wide highway. Some were already burning so smoke plumes filled the air, but the tactical situation certainly favoured the alliance.

Caesar looked at Mevia, but still on open comm to the whole detachment. <<Hey Vizsla, tag your kills, whoever gets the most buys dinner.>> the was a laugh from him and another of the vod on the comm before Caesar rolled away and heralded their entry into the battle by launching an energy missile into a small vehicle that was firing a repeater into the oncoming Imperials.



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Tags: Korr Du Lac Korr Du Lac
Equipment:
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The explosions rang out like a symphony to the ears of the Butcher.

His alliegence to the Knights of Ren had at first been nothing but a ruse, a power grab and a ploy that he was almost certain had been seen through. He had however grown to enjoy his time serving in the ranks of the Knights, they placed him in positions which sated his lust for bloodshed and his love of violence on the regular.

Cairan let out a grin, eyes on the field of battle in front of him. Tython had served as the home of the Jedi once and it would serve as the final resting place for those brave enough to defend the undefendable. Tython had served as the pivitol home of many galaxy changing events and it would serve as another, and Cairan was glad to be a part of it.

A manic chuckle escaped the lips of the madman as he set off at slow place out onto the Tython battlefield that lay before him. His goal was the ancient temple of Kaleth. If he had to cut down a few Jedi, so be it. He wanted to be the one to bring the temple back into ruin and anyone who tried to stop him would fall to his blade, of that he was certain.

Tonight, the Dark Empire would strike their first true blow at the Galactic Alliance. Tonight, Cairan was certain that the galactic superpower would suffer it's first defeat. Cairan ignited his blade. Tonight, the galaxy would realise just how weak the Galactic Allice had become and the power balances of the galaxy would shift just that little bit.
 
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Location: Tython
Tags: Darth Apophion Darth Apophion

Equipment: Lightsaber | Field Robes | Jedi Decoder Ring
War was all too familar to the young Jedi Knight.

In silence, he slid his helmet onto his head and watched as the interface came to life. He let out a sigh and reached down to his waist. His lightsaber was hung on his hip, and the young boy unclipped it and thumbed it's yellow blade into life. He gave it a quick wave before deactiviating the plasma weapon and reattaching it to the belt he had removed it from.

Caden remembered The Second Great Hyperspace War well. He hadn't taken part in every battle, but he remembered the one's he'd been on the front lines for. The battles had been waged throughout the galaxy, including on Tython. The Jedi and the Sith had clashed blade for blade on multiple battlegrounds, the galaxy had been torn apart by the fighting and the chaos that had come from war.

Now the Sith had returned to Tython. Now the Sith had come to strike a blow and it was up to the Jedi defenders on the surface of the planet to halt them and send them running back to the unknown regions. It was the story of Jedi and Sith. One battle would be one and one side would retreat just to come back in time, over and over and over with no end.

All the young boy had known was war. He remembered his conversation with Joran Olan Joran Olan on Eadu, how he wanted to give up the life of a solider and yet here he was. Kitted up, ready for battle on Tython. Only recently he'd taken part in a fight on Russan. He couldn't help but think that maybe he was destined to die a solider just like how he'd spent his life.

The echos of the force radiated from the planet, the Jedi of old and the scars caused by the battles that had occured on the planets surface. The echos of peace masked by the echos of death and sorrow and pain and darkness. It was a reminder of what Caden was fighting for, freedom from the darkness and pain brought by the darkside of the force.

Softly, he stepped from the temple and readied himself for a fight.
 
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Location: Tython, Kaleth Temple

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It had been a day for diplomacy but had been turned into one of carnage. Representatives from across the Galaxy had gathered to discuss politics, and make new arrangements, only to find themselves in the company of a snake; and as Carnifex exposed the saboteur to the rich, and powerful they had turned their blades upon it to strike it down for daring to corrupt such a proceeding. In the melee the snake had reached out and struck at the child of the event's host. The anguished screams and fury of the father had been unleashed. Only through her powers in the dark side had the snake survived such an attack...

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, progenitor of the Rule of Two, Lord of the Sith and master of the dark side stood in the upper most reaches of the Kaleth Temple.

The Dark Empire had made it's move to finish what the Brotherhood of Maw and the New Imperial Order had started over twenty-years ago. Tython and Empress Teta were now under attack. One of the Sith attacking Tython was Darth Ayra, now freed from her incarceration on Coruscant- locked away for all this time for her crimes in the One Sith until now- Ayra had slept in a cryochamber while the Second Hyperspace War had been waged. Standing in this ancient Temple, she had come to bask in the power of the scar left behind by that war while the forces of the Dark Empire begun their invasion of the Galactic Alliance.

Tython
had always been a place powerful in the Force. Any Force-strong who traversed the Galaxy, and who were fortunate enough to walk it's lands could feel the very power that existed in this place. As Ayra stood there she drank in all that strength in the Force that was so very rich in the power of the dark side now. It was said that the Jedi had started here in this very place, on this very planet and now it was here on Tython- not Carlac, where Solipsis' and Korvan had addressed their forces- that the birth of the Dark Empire truly started.

Their speeches had been powerful, absorbing, fascinating- but the truth was that this Empire could only bee forged by the annuals of war- and now they had come back to Tython to fix the Great Mistake, it was here where the Jedi were said to have started that so too had the Dark Empire that was set to fulfill the promises of the Sith.

Ironic.

Over twenty years ago...


Vulpesen heard the yelp of his son as he went through the air, all at once, at least three hands rose up to catch him with the force. Krest, who had been so kind as to offer his assistance. The boy's sister Daella, who while young had the force of two masters flowing through her veins, and the very protective, very pissed off influence of their father. With Krest and Vulpesen's telekenetic prowess alone, Ella's grip didn't stand a chance of holding onto the Valkit. Vulpesen Golden eyes locked on Ella Nova, fixing the sith with a hateful glare. At first, he had intended to capture her. To bring her to Veradune alive. To make her stand trial. He had intended to speak eloquent words about how she was under arrest. Words left him.

"RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" A feral howl shook the temple as it ripped from Vulpesen's throat, his attention focusing on Darth Arya. Hatred and a father's love combined into a destructing force as Vulpesen brought his rage down upon the Darth. Every ounce of control he had over the force would be brought down towards her, an oppressive weight meant to turn her into the smallest possible ball of regret a person could be. There was no finesse. no lightning shooting from his hands. No plants springing fromt he ground,a nd no daggers to hound the woman down. It was a contest of pure rage and power, to see if she could have a prayer of standing up to the crushing force that he lambasted upon her. He had come here for peace. But sometimes peace meant leaving nothing but a stain where there was once evil.

Darth Ayra lifted her gaze up from the floor as she felt a presence that she had not felt since the Summit of Governments on Alderaan. Inexplicably, perhaps drawn together by the designs of the Force itself, a Father was set to avenge his son and the woman had had attacked them all those years ago was here on Tython, in the Temple of Kaleth.

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Navigating the battlefield with a mixture of ducking and redirecting blaster fire, Korr cautiously advanced across the open expanse. Memories of his Padawan training resurfaced, guiding his movements and tactics as he kept his ignited blade at the ready, its green energy humming from the hilt. Surveying the sections of the battlefield visible from his position, Korr maintained a vigilant watch.

As he adjusted his position to gain a better vantage point, the cacophony of explosions and the ominous footsteps of walkers reverberated around him, stirring a sense of unease. Yet, it was not the distant conflict that unsettled him most, but the ominous figure approaching the temple he had been tasked with defending.

"No doubt that person is Sith; evil practically emanates from them," Korr muttered to himself, a knot of dread forming in his stomach. With determination, he positioned himself strategically, his blade raised as he intercepted the Sith's path.

"Apologies, Sith, but I must inform you that the temple is closed for visitors today," he stated, his tone carrying a hint of jest to mask the apprehension he felt in the presence of the dark side.

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Kaleth.

It was an ancient word. Old places held power. Not the kind that a Sith might crave. This was something deeper. Innate. Holy ground which had endured the last tempest to visit Tython and in so doing fulfilled the promise of its name: Sanctum. New storms gathered obscuring the broken moon Ashla. Master Zark could sense a wound in reality. It felt wrong in a way that reminded him too much of the nightmare over Atrisia. His first major defeat. That battle felt like a lifetime ago now.

Jedi armor echoed off stone laid down by the first of his kind. He was still fastening a vambrace when Zark emerged into a hall with fresh breaches from the Sith strike force he'd sensed approach too late. Blindness that could only be connected to whatever foul ritual plagued this world's orbit. Talon Barova Talon Barova was already here fighting off intruders, and from the smell he'd been interrupted in the midst of some celebration.

"Surik's Blade!" the Jedi Master cursed.

Zark pulled a crossguard lightsaber hilt from his belt and ignited the cobalt plasma blade. It reflected light from crimson kyber shards he wore around his neck in crusader tradition. He closed both eyes and reached out with the Force to send a warning of danger to any other Jedi close by. No time for thoughts, just a sense of alarm and great need that Zark could not be sure the darkside's storm clouds wouldn't swallow.

Sentiment urged the Jedi to aid Knight Talon or brave young Korr Du Lac Korr Du Lac with his blade yet if the intruders penetrated too far into Kaleth before their Order could muster a response, then this battle was already lost. Zark would not let that happen. Time to do something he'd most likely regret.

"Is there none among you with enough courage to face the Council's justice?"
 
So this was real war was it? It was horrible, the sounds of thunder filled her ears, yet there was no rain to be seen. This thunder was the sounds of distant weapons fire, and most likely the shattering of buildings. Best not to focus on that now, there was a job to do! She had been tasked with securing the outer perimeter of the temple. The masters of the Tython temple had been very exact in their orders, be on the lookout for Imperials. Surely they had wanted her to merely report what she saw, there was no place for a fresh padawan on a battlefield. That wouldn't be enough for Catronia though.

As she walked the expansive grounds of the temple she could swear that she heard some one cry out far beyond her area. The young lady bit her lip in contemplation of what she should do. The elders had been very clear about not leaving the grounds of the temple, but on the other hand someone needed help! She heard the screams again, they were louder and more shrill this time... Damn the orders, she was going to help these people!

Catronia ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the far side of the courtyard. She soon reached the front gates of the temple's gardens, one of the side entrances for workers of the temple. There she would find nothing, the screams had been coming from here, she was sure of it. What in all of the Force was going on here?

Something just wasn't right here, and Catronia was going to get to the bottom of it! Even if this little side adventure of hers had just put her in of potential danger, she didn't care. Her master had taught her to run towards the danger, never away from it!

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"Oh no, you didn't have to bow when your arm is hurt,"
"How could I resist? Your presence alone warrants such a salute," Braze practically purred in a tone laced with warmth and a hint of jest, putting on an air of debonair. "Worry not; it doesn't hurt. In fact, I can't feel a thing with it," he added, the words tinged with humor suggested he was sharing an inside joke. It was true, however. "I hope your journey here was pleasant?" Braze inquired, his curiosity genuine.

Braze found himself caught up in the wave of her excitement and energy. It practically washed over him. It was more infectious than usual here on Tython, where the Force pulsed more vividly through every stone and breath of wind. His budding empathic abilities, still overwhelming, usually required him to maintain a tight grip on his mental shields, exerting effort to block out others' emotions and surface thoughts from infiltrating his own mental space. Yet, having trained here for several months, removed from the Force's constant whisper, he found her enthusiasm not just refreshing but invigorating, compelling him to mirror that positive energy back to her.

Despite Aris practically towering over Braze, the latter sometimes still saw him as a younger classmate, struggling with the notion of treating Aris as an equal peer. Yet, in this moment, feeling a sense of purpose in being included, Braze felt a shift in their dynamic. "Is there anything you two would like to do first?" he asked, his somber jade-green gaze turning towards Aris, signaling a readiness to engage fully with whatever adventure lay ahead, embracing his role as a companion on equal footing.


 

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Objective 3: Clash at Kaleth
Gear: Kta Dom Lya, Lightsaber, Robes of the Wayward, Armored Jacket
Allies: Jonyna Si Jonyna Si , Ko Vuto Ko Vuto
Opponent: Detritus Ren Detritus Ren

The time had come. While Jonyna isolated herself in meditation, Taam, with almost ritualistic intention, prepared himself for the coming battle. Aboard the Reaper, the Cathar knight donned the armor gifted him by the Jadeites. Some accessories were removed, such as the drones, to allow for his second layer of defense, the armored coat crafted for him by Jonyna. As he took on these protections, Taam embraced the heightened connection to the Force that the imbued armor and garment provided. Senses opened, his mind cleared and sharpened, he turned next to his weapon.

The massive songsteel sword was taken up in his hand, also meticulously forged by his mate. Strong Cathar hands wrapped around the leather-bound hilt. Kta Don Lya, the Blade of Light, hummed with power of the Force. As his mate's D-1 droid announed the imminent approach of Tython, Taam drew upon the Force, amplified by the armors, attuned by the heavy sword, until the Light coursed through his sinews, his nerves, his blood. His mind expanded, senses sharpening to a metaphysical state that readied the Cathar warrior for battle.

The Reaper lighted dangerously close to the Kaleth Temple, the three Jedi aboard descending the gangway, pausing only a moment at its foot. Ko was sent by his master with her blessing, and the Jedi couple shared an amorous kiss, fueled by the passion they would be pouring into their defense of the Jedi temple before them. The Cathar predators pressed forth.

With a deep, loud, throaty roar, Taam charged at his mate's size, the massive sword in his hand, the broad blade glowing brighter as they drew closer to the Darkness of the Sith foes before them. Their shadowy figures, dark, waiting. He knew they were no mere Sith fighters. Planting his boots, Taam breathed in and drew the focus of the Force into his blade. thick muscles brandished the Kta Dom Lya. The blade grew to a near-blinding brightness as he swung it sharply. From it's edge surged forth a wave of golden Force energy, sent to buffet the enemy. While Kta's power could burn lesser darksiders to ash, Taam knew those who attacked the temple were no mere fodder. They were the Emperor's elite. It would take more than even Kta's power to utterly defeat them.

With another roar, Taam charged the Sith invaders.

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EMPRESS TETA

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Was Casteel suggesting they steal a speeder? The gentleman of all gentleman was suggesting they commit crimes? It was bad enough they hadn't settled their bill at the sportsbar, although considering the waitress went running for the hills just as much as they did. Settling a tab was the last thing on everyone's mind ; Makai would handle the issue once the dust had settled.

Makai had been using a Santhe Challenger Sport he had dubbed Igneous is Bliss. An older vessel he had taken from his father, still sleek and luxurious as the day it had rolled off the line, still seamlessly fitting in the most highbrow of locations.

"I would imagine so, its a smaller vessel, about twenty-four meters in length. Not sure where we're going but I've got supplies on board if we need to grab them for the safe room."

Ration bars. Emergency blankets. Lanterns. Nothing special, items needed if the ship lost power or crash landed. Makai figured Casteel would have some type of safehouse that housed a grand piano, fully stocked bar, and humidor so only the finest of gentleman could live out the end of the world in style. Much like that holodrama Colossal, where the orchestra had played even as the ship was being destroyed.

"Yeah, its on a landing pad diagonal from Ivarone's." The jeweler he had stopped at and picked up the engagement ring and dropped off the supplies for his wedding band. Makai didn't have a positive outlook on the luxury district surviving the shelling, which meant he would be back at square one and working against the clock.

"I think you know where that is, lets make a go for it."

Shelling was closer. The pair picked up their pace to a jog. Makai didn't want to break unto a full out run ; they needed time to react if something was falling in front of them or they had to quickly make an adjustment. The streets were littered with abandoned speeders and sentients rushing to safety.



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Location: Tython, Forests around Kaleth
Opponent: Gnost Zym Gnost Zym
Others Mentioned: Jonyna Si Jonyna Si | Taam Moghul Taam Moghul
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Empire…

A word that would once make him feel secure, proud, and part of something bigger than himself. Back when he was only a child on Dorin, who would joyously goose step along to footage of imperial parades and celebrations in his home and was happy to see his brother enlist into the armed forces. Where loyalty to it cost his family everything.

If Ko had not learned to harness his sensitivity to The Force, he would probably still feel that way. Instead of joining the Baran Do he would’ve been a part of the Empire’s Sub-Adult Group.

But this new Dark Empire was not the one he adored so much in his youth. Not the Empire that inspired him and brought the Sith to heel. As a former citizen of the Empire Ko would denounce these Dark Empire imposters. The spirit of Imperial patriotism would lived through him. Ko was insulted to see these puppets of the Sith try to inherit that legacy. A legacy that his brother risked his life for...


. . .

Ko hugged his master back. He was taken back some from the little peck she gave him. It was so unfamiliar. Just realizing now that that seemingly universal show of affection was not something he’d ever experienced before. Not even back on Dorin with his family. Then again Kel Dor mouths are not well suited to do that. He faintly recognized what she said to him in her native language. Ko still wasn’t anywhere near fluent tho. “May The Force be with you too, Mas-... Jonyna.” Ko wasn’t sure why, but at that moment it didn’t feel right to call her Master Si like he always did. In this moment she didn’t really feel like his mentor.

Stepping away from Jonyna as she let go, Ko was reminded now of Jonyna’s new partner Taam. A recent development since he’d been away training back on his homeworld. Supposedly he was a cathar as well. He hadn’t yet had the opportunity to meet the man, and possibly vet him as well. But as of now Ko would trust his Master’s judgment.

Internally Ko would not allow himself to waver. The last time he truly faced down a Sith, he lost his eyes. An arduous setback for him. But not an excuse to stay out of this conflict. This time Ko wasn’t going to miss out like he had before in prior large scale engagements with Dark Side adepts.

. . .

There was a nagging feeling within Ko. One he’d felt earlier during his fateful encounter with the Sith back on Dorin. Who’d made an attempt at misguiding the padawan to misplace his convictions. He wasn’t sure why vile darksiders like that seemed to have such a heavy interest in corrupting those like him. What did they see in an unremarkable padawan like himself? Did they see potential in him that he didn’t?

No, it was probably just to make him another pawn in their wicked schemes. Although Ko fostered a deep disdain for that Sith he met. It was even hard for him to wrap his head around another Kel Dor falling to such villainy. Internally Ko refused to even see them as fellow son of Dorin. He couldn’t let himself. Unless he admits that there was the possibility that such darkness dwelled within himself as well as a Kel Dor. Where even he too could fail to live as a paragon of justice.

This was the first time that Ko was on Tython. The only time he’d seen anything like it was when he was on the Vonnuvi Herdship. In its biodome that served as a little time capsule of the world before war nearly brought about it’s obliteration. Currently Ko wasn’t actually in the ancient temple like many of his peers. Or at least what remained of Kaleth.

Ko was to utilize his aptitude with the natural world to fight along the forested perimeter of the old temple. Where Ko was in his element. Having just gotten the drop on one of these new Dark Side Elites. No real Sith. The Kel Dor had them ensnared in vines and branches through the use of plant surge. By the time the intruder knew what was happening, they were already captured. As Ko approached he brandished the sword that Jonyna had forged for him. With a decisive blow he struck the dark Jedi, only spinning his blade around to the blunt side at the last second to stun and knock them out.

Personally Ko would rather see the interloper slain. But they’d already been bound, and knew that his superiors would likely rather have them captured alive if he could manage that. Stepping away from the unconscious darksider Ko sheathed his blade. Once more appearing as a mere bamboo stick that he rested on his shoulder. Once more a part of him felt that sinister presence back on Dorin. He was here too. Forutantly for Ko he wasn’t alone. He was surrounded by a powerful ally, Mother Nature.
 
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Location: Coruscant
Objective: BYOO - Preventing sabotage of comm tower monitoring Tython and Empress Teta systems


Gear: Enclave Guardian Mantle, lightsaber, vibroknife, NJO Utility belt, Echo Stone
Opponent: Hex Hex
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She was eager to return to Jakku. Tigris had gone to Coruscant at the invitation of Jonyna Si Jonyna Si , who had apparently become Taam Moghul's mate. It seemed the Jedi wanderer who had defeated her and turned her to the Light side had himself decided to return to the Order. Tigris' appearance at his return to Coruscant was to be a surprise. But transport from Jakku was spotty, with few ships available, and by the time the padawan had arrived, the happy Cathar couple had already left for their homeworld.

She would not be afforded a ship of her own to take back to Jakku, so Tigris awaited other transport. In the meantime, she was welcomed into the Jedi Temple, if not with some hesitancy until confirmation of her character was received from the Jakku Enclave. In the meantime, the ex-Seyugi assassin availed herself to the vast library and other amenities not available at the more spartan enclave at Jakku. But her repsite would be short lifed.

Word that trouble was stirring in the Empress Teta system, as well as Tython, set the NJO and the Alliance into response mode. Forces were moblilzed and Jedi sorted and assigned roles and missions. Tigris, an outsider without a master, was not exempt from service, however. She was recruited, much to her dismay, to remain on Coruscant to await an assignment. In the meantime, intel surfaced that indicated infrastructure supporting or monitoring the conflict in the Deep Core could be targeted by terrorists supporting the Dark forces there. Tigris was dispatched to a comm tower critical in the initial communications with those systems under attack.

While her Jedi training was focusing on more mystical aspects of the Force, Tigris' existing skillset and Force experience was well suited for the mission. As a former dark cultist, assassin and sabateur, her skills in stealth and subterfuge would serve her well on the opposite end of that former career. Time was of the essence, so she took only what she had brought with her to Coruscant, including her newly built lightsaber.

Finding a high vantage point to observe the tower and associated buildings, Tigris became a shadow, well hid and wrapping herself in the Force, using its power to cloak herself from view.

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Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
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Location: Tython - Fighting enroute to Kaleth
TAG ALLIES: Elias Edo
TAG ENEMIES: Maestus
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"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
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Stripping one of the Recon patrol he quickly dispatched of his electronics gear, Caltin made sure to keep a hold of the comms equipment. He was not expecting much, nor was he looking to have meaningful conversations with anyone on the other side, no. He could, though, keep wind of their relays and maybe get a handle on troop movements and locations. Stopping quickly because of a flight of TIES screaming through the sky overhead, he moved under a nearby treeline and kept on his movement line. There was no point drawing any attention right now, he had no idea what the enemy lines were, but Caltin was learning them. Another recon patrol, who, judging by their conversations, were sent to check in on the missing unit, were nearby.

Caltin had absolutely no qualms about giving up his position normally, but there was an idea that was presenting itself. A combat shuttle was overhead, no doubt providing overwatch, and confirmed by the chatter in his ear. They were almost in his position, so it was time to beat them to the proverbial punch. Hand on his own microphone, the massive Jedi Master was initiating a makeshift “jam” of the enemy comms. It wouldn’t last long, and was nothing more than him not taking his hand off the mic, but this allowed Vanagor to reach out through the Force. Through him, the Force “grabbed” and “pulled” the nose of the shuttle downward. The panic of the pilots provided the power of the engines. All he needed to do was keep the trajectory long enough for it not to matter when Caltin let go.

The release of the shuttle was too close to the far treeline and it careened into them, slamming into the Flora of the planet, technology shredding into debris and igniting in brilliant flame and Recon troops giving chase to secure the site and check for survivors. This left the trailway wide open for Caltin to take towards the Hallows. This was once “Flesh Raider” territory so long ago, to be sure, and maybe it was now, he would cross the bridge when he got to it. However it was also an effective route to the Elarian Trail and finally Kaleth.


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