Junction Head of the Hydra | Junction of Csilla Hex [GA], and Adrathorpe Hex [BotM]

[Spirit of Judgement]

The Heart of Chiss Space | Head of the Hydra
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A Second Hyperspace War Story

Csilla, home of the Chiss Ascendancy, lays broken at the heart of Chiss space. Despite the efforts of the galaxy’s major powers, who had assembled their forces in an unprecedented joint effort to stop the Brotherhood from executing their plan Csilla was destroyed. Shattered into countless pieces by a devastating calamity wrought from the wickedness of the fanatic Brotherhood of the Maw, it remains as the, perhaps first of many, testament of the Brotherhood’s monstrous nature.

In a process of on-going negotiations with the surviving Chiss in the sector, the Galactic Alliance has finally arrived in the Unknown Regions. Spearheaded by the Outbound Flight Initiative, the object of the Alliance’s outreach into these little explored sectors of the galaxy is to expand beyond the cradle of the Core and cast light into the unknown darkness. In Chiss Ascendancy they find an ally for this endeavour. The Chiss, driven by a multitude of factors, align themselves with the Alliance in an effort to reclaim the territories they have lost and find retribution for the terrible acts committed against them.

Together, the Chiss and the Alliance launch several operations into the heartlands of Chiss space, to recover, reclaim, and avenge.

Csilla's Moon, Fly Me To The Moon
Objective I
Small scale fleeting - starfighters, corvettes, frigates

The ancestral home of the Chiss, Csilla lays broken and shattered. Its people, however, do not. Alongside a small escort of Chiss vessels, the Outbound Flight Initiative finds its way to Csilla, to explore its remnants and salvage anything that’s can be salvaged from its three surviving moons. This is no ordinary task, as the planet’s destruction has completely disrupted gravity in the system, and as a result the hyperspace lanes within. Careful navigation is required, doubly so as reports of Brotherhood forces on an intercept course with the Initiative’s vessels come in.

While the OFI advances toward the Csillan moon of Ch’itzishn, take to your X-Wings and fly in its defence. Escort vessels do your best to destroy the incoming Brotherhood of the Maw ships. Do not let the civilian vessels come to harm!

Csilla Asteroid Field, Remnants of a Dead World
Objective II
Task Force Xesh infiltration of a research station

At the heart of the asteroid field formerly known as Csilla a research station has been constructed by an unknown agent on the galactic stage. The SIA has uncovered the location of this station but continues to be in the dark about its purpose. Authorized by Director IVI , a special strike team called ‘Task Force Xesh’ is dispatched to learn the true nature of this research station and uncover any secrets discovered there. However, time is not on their side, as the probe droid monitoring the station has discovered a Brotherhood presence encroaching on the Station.

Task Force Xesh and Brotherhood of the Maw forces clash inside the narrow corridors of the research station, endangering sensitive research data in the process. Make sure the Alliance comes out on top and retrieves the central memory core!

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Kinoss, A Prelude to War
Objective III
Ground warfare, New Jedi Order vs New Sith Order

On the Chiss military world of Kinoss a joint task force of Chiss Expansionary Defence Forces and Galactic Alliance Defence Forces, among them members of the New Jedi Order, prepare the world as a new staging ground for military operations in the Unknown Regions. Tragedy strikes, however, when the Brotherhood of the Maw launches a surprise attack! The Brotherhood of the Maw strike out against the central fuel depots, which carry volatile chemicals capable of destroying large sections of the Alliance and Chiss forces.

Do not let the Brotherhood destroy those fuel depots!

BYOO
As always, the galaxy is a large and dangerous place filled with adventure. Go explore it. See ya there, space cowboy.
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[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 3
Allies: BOTM
Enemies: GA


The dark storm had brewed long enough, signs of the growing darkness from the Unknown Regions made itself known. The time for War was fast approaching, naturally the Maw’s undead berserker was at the forefront of it all. Just like he had before on the snowy fields of Csilla, devouring all those in his path and slaying on those he wasn’t feasting on. The monster of the Maw became more of a threat, if his hunger wasn’t a threat the blood that flowed within his veins had evolved.

That was evident with his jaws on the jugular of a Chiss security officer. The Chiss himself struggled his body convulsed violently. Blood dripped onto the cold durasteel, as with the undead giving his own gift to the man. A black fluid mixing with the blood, dropping the man onto the floor still in shock with torn flesh. Kyrel flanked by several Ren continued to advance on the rest of the security officers, with Kyrel’s own crimson blade a harrowing signal of the violent attack. With the Maw advancing in ambitions and plans, the time for war had come in earnest. With the attack the first moves would be underway. No doubt Maw forces were large, Kyrel came alone with his Knights, and with his own surprise in swarming the vital outpost.

Something much to Kyrel’s own delight, and to the horror of Chiss security forces, was what had emerged slowly behind Kyrel. What came behind was previous Chiss Kyrel had encountered. But they themselves were lifeless, moving slowly but all in a grey, they’re eyes as white as the dead. It seemed Kyrel had created children to overwhelm his enemy. The undead showing different bite marks, a growl or a groan heard as they moved onto the cold catwalks across the platform and heading towards the facility. The creatures themselves made of the unfortunate souls to cross his path, moved only to follow the Master of Ren’s command. They did stop only to feed on who had not died, or when fresh prey had amassed in numbers.

With such a terrifying horde, was only but a taste the maw can offer in its horrors. The rest of the Chiss guarding the fuel depots unaware of what forces they were dealing with. Even as the Master of Ren moved to stalk the depots, if only to secure them by adding Chiss one by one o his new viral infection. An infection worthy of the dark side.

 

[Vel'alari]

Objective: 1 - Fly Me to The Moon
Post: 1
Allies: GA
Enemies: BOTM

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Vel'alari had spent much of her private time trying to deal with the grief of losing her homeworld. Seeing Csilla in the state of ruin it had been left in by the Maw up close and personal had both filled her heart with even more rage, but also focused her mind on seeing the Brotherhood wiped out for the atrocities that had been laid upon the Chiss people. She had led a trio of Quasar Fire-class Cruiser Carriers to one of Csilla's moon to support the Outbound Flight initative as they attemped to recover what useful goods and survivors remained.

Soon enough, however, Brotherhood signals were intercepted from the edges of the system. It seems her quarry had come to strike, yet Vel'alari would not be commanding from the safety of a bridge. Oh no, this required her personal intervention. Her personal TIE Defender Elite, followed by a squadron of TIE Interceptor Aces, each of their fighters baring the appropriate yellow stripes, emerged from one of the Quasar's hangars, while squadrons of regular TIE fighters emerged from the others. "Outbound Flight, this is Tyrant Leader, tracking Brotherhood vessels approaching our position. Bring your squadrons up alongside mine. Let's show these Brotherhood scum the true meaning of pain."

Maesr Elastren

 

[Marlon Sularen]

REMNANTS OF CSILLA , CHISS SPACE
Objectives | Complete the Destruction of Csilla (Obj I) + Secure Research Station (Obj II)


Sularen stood on the bridge of his Flagship , the Predator as it emerged from hyperspace along with two Pellaeon-IV Battlecarriers , the Retribution and Judgement. It had been approximately a year since he had sent the First Iteration of the Maw Irregular Fleet here at Csilla to support the Final Dawn and by extension the Brotherhood of the Maw in their successful efforts to destroy the Chiss Homeworld. While the Grand Overseer never supported the idea of destroying Csilla seeing it as detrimental to any potential plan to involve Vel'alari or any other potential Chiss recruit into the Final Dawn although nevertheless the Destruction of Csilla still happened with the very consequences Sularen expected having come true.

Now the Chiss were heavily opposed to the BotM with one of Sularen's Main Former Allies , Bilbringi's Grand Moff Vel'alari having broken ties with the Grand Overseer of the Final Dawn even going as far as denouncing the very man who helped her rise to power on Bilbringi infront of the Senate , an offense the Grand Overseer resented. One day Sularen would deal with the treacherous Grand Moff but now his focus here at the Remains of the Former Chiss World completing the destruction of Csilla while also securing control of a mysterious Research Station that potentially held secrets that could be beneficial for the Final Dawn.

"Status Report" The Grand Overseer asked to his bridge crew as his Ships slowly advanced towards the Csilla asteroid Belt. "We have arrived at the Csilla System or atleast what's left of it. We are detecting multiple signatures though , all of them hostiles including a trio of Quasar Fire-Class Carriers although these Carriers aren't Modern Variants , we're talking about the original design" Captain Fisk responded. "Original Design you say..." Sularen said with interest while stroking his beard. If these were the the OG Quasar Fire-Class Carriers then that meant Vel'alari had to be nearby , afterall who else within the entire Galactic Alliance still used Older Vessels other then the Grand Moff of Bilbringi.

"What's the status of Rackham's Strike Force." Sularen asked once more to Captain Fisk this time regarding the Task Force comprised of the Shadow Company and the Raptor Squad led by Colonel Rackham and Agent Phantom. "They are ready for deployment and are awaiting your orders." The Captain responded. "And the Crimson Linings?" Sularen asked again. "Also ready for deployment." the Captain asked. A Smile appeared on Sularen's Face. Everything was set for this Operation , his Special Task Force was ready while his Fighter Squadrons were ready for deployment and with Vel'alari present , Sularen was dedicated into ensuring that this Operation would deal a huge blow to the Galactic Alliance as a whole.

"Orders sir?" Captain Fisk asked , quickly interrupting Sularen in his thoughts at total victory against the Galactic Alliance. "Activate our Cloaking Devices and move the Fleet into the Asteroid Field with caution. Once we are in position we'll deploy our entire compliment , both our Starfighters and the Strike Force. Today we'll deal a massive blow to the Galactic Alliance and i'll be one step closer to absolute revenge." the Grand Overseer said with a sadistic smile. Today the Alliance would suffer for their treachery , for casting him out once more for Sularen's will was undeniable. And when the Grand Overseer would eventually return to the Core he would make sure he would leave a trail of destruction behind him starting here at the Remnants of Csilla.

TAGS | OPEN FOR OPPOSITION ​

 

[Darth Tennacus]

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Objective III: Ground Warfare, Destroy Fuel Depots
Mentions: Darth Senthral
Personal Objective(s): Engage Jedi warriors; leave none alive
Equipment: Lightsabers (Tenacious & Viscious)

Nostalgia would dawn upon him soon enough; the tides of war demanded so. As for his apprentice, Lord Senthral, it would probably be a terrible concoction of emotional differences. Fear, perhaps, infused with rage, and a desperate yearning for revenge against the Jedi Order. Darth Tennacus was well familiar with his apprentice's opinions towards those who followed the Light; now he would have that chance. For at the very moment they received the notice of battle commencing between the Light and the Dark, the Sith Lord demanded his apprentice prepare for war. Through hyperspace they moved between the wild vistas to reach their point in time and space, until at last their ship was able to propel itself through the atmosphere of their destination, plummeting towards the surface with rapid descent. The Force swayed wildly in its balance: an immediate reminder which served to tell them of the enemy dwelling beneath. The Jedi had come to make their stand - protect what they believed most. The Sith sought to the exact same. Ideologies fuelled their determination. The balance of the Force was eager to correct itself. To do that, one side must surrender to the other.

Tennacus demanded that they land on the outskirts of a fuel depot, ensuring the ship would not be destroyed in the midst of heated combat. However his apprentice saw to deflect the waves of projectiles fired upon them before they asserted their landing was down to him, but once the heels of their boots kissed the soils, Darth Tennacus would assume ultimate control of their actions.

The Sith Lord departed from the ship as quickly and formally as possible. In order to represent themselves as warriors of the Sith, Lord Tennacus maintained his loosely fitted, midnight fabrics, with the heavy hood thrown over his head. The metallic respirator clung to his mouth with assurance to his wellbeing, for there was no doubt his breaths would swiftly rise upon the instigation of conflict. Once they had departed from the vessel altogether, Tennacus gave his first orders.

"Maintain your composure, Lord Senthral. Do not let the abundance of Light blind your judgement. Trust in your training, and ensure you do not dishonour the Sith lineage which has brought us to this very moment. Kill any and all who dare to oppose us."

 

[Qellene Tyliame]

[Flight Officer Qellene Tyliame]
[REC-AI01 A-wing Interceptor]
[Attached Carrier - ANV Wyvern, Sacheen II-class Escort Frigate]
[Comet Squadron]

[Fly me to the Moon, And let me Play Among the Stars]​

Graceful pings sounded in careful rhythm, rang with softened and drawn out notes. Behind their relaxed atmosphere, however, the noises hid looming anxiety, anticipation.

It was bad enough that each Csillian hyperlane had been warped into a navigational nightmare, and that was excluding the ever-present knowledge that the Brotherhood had the flotilla's scent. And they were closing in fast.

Qellene once again studied the PPI display, half-tempted to send out another Identification, Friend or Foe throughout the mess of supposedly friendly contacts displayed, though she quickly decided against it-- if a hostile contact had already entered the clump of dots that represented the fleet, without anyone knowing, the shooting would have started by then, and the Alliance vessels would all be toast.

..Mmmmmmm...Toast. Came a different side of her, quickly and almost automatically making efforts to quell an increasingly pessimistic mind.

The droid brains began to let the flight officer's craft glide to starboard, closing the distance between her and the rest of the fleet and securing her flight along their trail through a forest of gravitational anomalies.

She grazed a branch.

A gravity-well flickered into being at her side, now gently tugging her fighter to port and bordering off of an intensity that would otherwise force the integrated countermeasures to pull her out of hyperspace. Qellene reacted quickly nonetheless, first signaling for the craft to yield to her instructions rather than those of the on-board droid brains, and only taking a brief few seconds to further ignite the engines.

The AIs took over as soon as she cleared the anomaly's range of effect. If she didn't know better, she'd assume the droids were dissatisfied with her performance, though they had been the ones to let her fall into the gravity-well in the first place.

Regardless, the OFI expedition began to close in on the tunnel's opening, a grim and faint light waiting for them on the other end.

Her eyes closed, accompanied by a relieved and concentrated exhale. When her vision returned, she began to establish her bearings, anchoring the new reality--realspace-- into her mind, focusing on each of the allied vessels around her. But further visual scans nearly pulled her away-- No, they did pull her away. They pulled her away to the distant sight of Csilla's scorched remains, a haunting field of rubble and debris. From there, Qellene's heart began to race, pounding at the walls of her chest, quickening the pace of her breath...

Death made a home in the atmosphere, in the mind of a woman who had already seen the reaper's claws drown innocents in blood all too many times before.

Keep it together, Q. She closed her eyes again, and began another series of practiced deep breaths.

Ping... Ping... Ping... Contacts began to emerge on the farthest borders of the display, and the IFFs rang out immediately...

No response.

"<Wyvern. Comet-Leader.>" Comet squadron's commanding officer tuned himself into the Wyvern-to-Fighter Group frequency, "<Identification on potential bogies?>"

Qellene sat in hushed anticipation, teeth digging in to the top of her bottom lip as the final locks on her weapons systems were disabled, and as the contacts continued on their path for the group.

"<Comet. This is Wyvern,>" The woman's voice was soon cut off by a brief series of keypresses at the same moment the air group's scanner displays began to flash with newly-identified contacts and their crimson-marked labels, "Multiple star destroyers... They're launching fighters, stand by to intercept.>"

"<Copy.>" Now came a pause as the older lieutenant composed himself and his voice, "<Wide formation. Comet 2, you're with me.>"

That was her queue.

Another deep breath lulled her mind's anxiety, Qellene's hands now closing with composure and dignity around the casing of the yoke, her vocal chords pacifying a lingering tone of nervousness...

"<Copy, sir.>"

 

[Darth Senthral]

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DARTH SENTHRAL

Occupation: Sith Apprentice

Mission: Direct to Sith Master cus

Weaponry: Double Bladed Lightsaber (Bleeding Dragon Krayt Pearl)

The skies were his domain, and yet when they were boots on the ground. Once more his Master was in control, he hadn’t meant to take over. It was simply one of those things where you were at the helm, and your mind was spinning, and you had to make a call you saw as right. With his orders he was back to reality, and listening better than ever. His eyes were focused on his Master, hearing his orders and ready to obey them. The Light was almost blinding, as always his Master saw right through him. Even so with a swipe of his hood onto his head he felt a clearness come over him. When the Chaos inside your heart, and your very soul was honed and ready for use as a weapon. As much of a weapon as his changed lightsaber. Now two blades, a doubled edged sword, with it’s mastery he would learn the greatest caution. One that worked hand in hand with daring tasks, Vaapad was once his study in Form VII. Now? Juyo. The aggression was after-all, already in him.

Their objective was simple to himself, stomp out the Light here on Csilla. Yet he was at his Master’s beckon. Whatever way Darth Tennacus chose to go about the objective, was the way Darth Senthral would as well. Of course unless the Sith Master demanded something else of him. Orders were orders. Maybe in training they were directions, and Senthral found a way to follow them however necessary. Alas, this was no training, whatever was asked of him was plain and simply what must be done. As told so. Not to say he wasn’t free on this battlefield, he had never felt more free. Though an inkling of a feeling told him soon he would.

”After you my Master. In your stead I will follow, but not in your shadow.” This was his way of saying he would be known here today. Not just as a Sith Apprentice to Darth Tennacus, but as a Sith himself, Darth Senthral. Generally. Once again this wasn’t a challenge to his Master, just a statement of fact. His tome even carried respect in it still. This was simply how he was, his Master knew this by now though. Often one to point out the obvious, not a spectacular way with words perhaps.

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[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

REMNANTS OF A DEAD WORLD
CSILLA | ASTEROID FIELDS | SWIGGITY SWOOTY COMING FOR THAT RESEARCH STATIOTY
HEATHENS

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One of the things Maijan missed most about the pirate and bandit life was exacting vengeance on your own terms. If you had beef with someone, you made your own hamburgers.

IVI and the SIA though, had patty-flippers employed with little nano-bombs injected in their necks. Patty flippers who ranged from demolitionist specialists to elite assassins.

It was hardly fair.

And it was the most the fallanassi dropout had worked in her life. Ever. And she'd grumbled about it on and off the whole adventure to the debris-littered location.

Right up to the mouth of the cave they'd been sent to, courtesy of the Chiss queen.

"I swearrr if you guys don't figurrrre this out by now, I'm not warrrrning you again." Maijan hissed as the group hovered at the mouth of a small cavern.

What a surprise, another mission with another small hallway.

At least this was a distinct parallel to her pirate lifestyle –– boarding starships meant there were many close-combat situations in rather dire straits.

"Even you, newbie." She added for Voyana 's benefit. Though she reckoned this brunette explosive recruit got it far, far, far quicker than Kingsley . Even Viribus got moronic from time to time. Or, perhaps more heroic than moronic.

To further indicate what she was talking about, the marble-skinned woman lifted a golden finger to her lips and pressed down with knitted brows to emphasize the need for them to be quiet. Within the current, she could conceal their visibility, but all other senses the enemy might have (smell, touch, taste, hearing) –– they were still vulnerable to.

Then, she pointed with her chin inward, indicating that she'd pick up the rear to cover them and ensure they all stayed well wrapped up in the White Current.



ALLIES | GA | TASK FORCE XESH | Viribus | Kingsley | Kirk Korrado | Kreg Jare | Voyana
ENEMIES | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW |

OPEN PLS FITE

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[The Mongrel]

Location: Kinoss, CEDF Fuel Depot
Allies: Kyrel Ren | Darth Tennacus | Darth Senthral
Foes: Galactic Alliance | Open

Kinoss, the western bastion of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force. While the depot at Cormit watched over the Ascendancy's eastern territories, guarding the Vagaari Corridor and the Phalanx Route as they entered Chiss space, Kinoss looked out toward an altogether more dangerous frontier. It was the Chiss checkpoint along the Cressus Route, which led deeper into the Unknown Regions. Many times had the CEDF deployed from Kinoss to protect the Ascendancy, fighting off Killiks, Lugubraa, Vagaari, and other such sinister alien marauders. But now the game had changed.

Now the Brotherhood of the Maw sat right on that border.

With the destruction of Csilla, Kinoss was left as one of the Ascendancy's strongest remaining bases. Its commanders were forced to make difficult calls about how to deploy their fleet. Numerous, highly mobile groups of Mawite raiders were constantly attacking Chiss convoys and colony worlds, and the CEDF couldn't be everywhere at once... or risk too many losses. The recent skirmish at Oyokal had been a good example. A CEDF patrol had been destroyed by a Mawite raiding force, which had then massacred one of the planet's major towns and fled before Chiss reinforcements arrived.

With the Brotherhood waging wars halfway across the galaxy - intelligence gathered by Ascendancy agents suggested that the Mawites had been striking worlds all the way over in Sith space - these raids had remained piecemeal, made up of looters rather than conquerors. That was why the CEDF commanders on Kinoss had reached out to the Galactic Alliance, hoping for aid in securing the borders of Chiss Space and putting an end to this campaign of terror. But this had been a tactical error. The Brotherhood had ignored Kinoss while it wasn't a threat to their vile designs.

But when the Alliance became involved, all that changed.

Assault shuttles streaked in toward Kinoss's surface, each one packed with marauder tribesmen. The Sith and Ren had made their initial beachhead, slaughtering Chiss defenders with their dark sorcery, and now there was space for the bulk of the Mawite force to land. Aboard the lead shuttle, The Mongrel smiled behind his durasteel mask... a mask now dented and scratched after his last encounter with DECEASED Aron Gowrie . Though the freshly-minted Warlord could easily have had the damage fixed, he chose not to. It was a reminder to himself that he was far from untouchable...

... and a reminder that his contest with Gowrie wasn't over.

The shuttles touched down, and The Mongrel drew forth the scattergun strapped across his back. "War! Death! Rebirth!" he cried, and his warriors echoed the chant. "Scar Hounds, forward! The Avatars themselves are watching. Show them the might of our tribe!" The shuttle's boarding ramp descended, and the marauders charged out into the chaos of the unfolding battle. At the front rushed the teeming Marauder Aspirants, eager to prove themselves. The Mongrel and his veteran warriors were just behind them, a little older and a little wiser, with glory to their names already.

This was not a mission of conquest; the Brotherhood still had no particular desire to annex Chiss Space, instead focusing their resources on the campaign southward. No, this mission was about sending a message. The Chiss had dared to try to rise above their rightful place - broken at the feet of the Maw. They had reached out to the Galactic Alliance, the Brotherhood's foremost enemy. For this, they would be punished. Their fuel stocks would be destroyed, crippling their ability to send out patrols and defend the western border. Their little partnership would be snuffed out.

"Bring up the explosives," The Mongrel commanded, waving forward his Tarar Warbands. The scavenger-warriors were marauders cast in his own image, combining battlefield looting, technical expertise, and unrelenting savagery to conquer their foes. The Brotherhood's dark mystical warriors might clear this depot of foes, but the Tarar would be key for setting the explosives that would annihilate the Chiss fuel reserves. It would be pleasing to strand the CEDF defense fleet on their own planet, unable to protect Ascendancy space, humiliated in front of their Galactic Alliance allies.

Outbound Flight had truly overstepped this time. They were about to be reminded that the Unknown Regions were very much hostile.

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Csilla System, Edge of the Csillan Belt
Allies: Marlon Sularen
Foes: Grand Moff Vel'alari | Qellene Tyliame

The Taskmaster was not so eager to be back in the depths of space.

The ambush at Korriban was the closest Tu'teggacha had yet come to dying. He had watched the structural integrity monitors as the Ashlans pounded away at the Fatalis, their overwhelming forces stripping away the rest of his little fleet and systematically demolishing the flagship's systems. He had only escaped by the thinnest of margins, for if he had been part of the battle for even another few minutes, he would surely have been destroyed. Interdiction technology had nearly been their undoing, trapping them long after he would have preferred to withdraw, leaving the Ebruchi staring down his own mortality.

The Fatalis was now in drydock over Osseriton, and would be for who knew how long; it was a dark miracle that the Super Star Destroyer had survived at all, and its weapons, armor, and internal systems would have to be virtually rebuilt before it could be deployed again. In the wake of that brush with disaster, Tu'teggacha would have liked nothing better than to ensconce himself in the dungeons of Gehinnom. Breaking a few hundred captives through weeks of systematic torture and brainwashing, forcing them to relive their worst memories over and over until their minds shattered, always made him feel better.

But the Ebruchi had become a victim of his own success. Slave breaking? He had people for that now, rank upon rank of lesser taskmasters who oversaw the transformation of prisoners into slave-soldiers. Instead he was constantly thrust into larger-scale decisions about logistics and fleet deployments, playing a key role in coordinating the operations of the growing Mawite domain. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had even a full day to himself in his shadowed sanctum of pain. Some overseer was always running down to interrupt him with one urgent matter or another, just as he got to the good part.

Management positions were such a drag.

And ever since he'd led the Brotherhood fleet at Csilla, Tu'teggacha had always been expected to direct the mighty warfleet whenever it was needed. He'd been dragged all the way to the eastern side of the galaxy for battle after battle against the collapsing Sith regimes, nearly killed in that Ashlan ambush, and now he was all the way back at Csilla again! The galaxy seemed determined to taunt him, throwing him into the same battles over and over when he'd much rather be curled up with a vibro-scalpel and a shock whip, just taking some me time working over a screaming prisoner. Life was terribly unfair.

But if the Alliance wanted to reopen the wound of Csilla, that demanded a response. Their little Outbound Flight project was swiftly becoming a persistent thorn in the side of Brotherhood operations, their relentless optimism and love of discovery and sense of adventure driving them deeper and deeper into the Unknown Regions... and pricking the side of the wakening beast that was the Maw. They were like an overenthusiastic child, always running off into trouble, their minds innocent and full of good intentions. It was time to discipline that little child, to show him how the galaxy really worked.

Because the galaxy was dark and cruel and full of terrors, including the Maw.

The asteroid field left behind when Csilla was shattered had been dubbed the Csillan Belt. For the most part, the Brotherhood hadn't bothered with it; there were fresh, rich Chiss worlds to ravage all around this dead place, so they had focused their marauding on intact colonies. But rumors had spread that, among the drifting rocks of the Belt, the three moons of Csilla - rogue moons now - still drifted intact, and that some Chiss installations might actually have survived on their surfaces. Certainly it seemed that the Alliance thought so, because they had sent in a military fleet to investigate.

If it was true, they should be purged. The Ebruchi hated leaving a job half-done.

At the edge of the Csillan Belt, a small group of Mawite Star Destroyers lurked amid the debris. Tu'teggacha knew that Sularen and his Irregular Fleet were nearby, no doubt preparing some complicated tactical master plan, but he had neither the time nor the inclination to wait for whatever the High Overseer was cooking up. The Alliance had moved inside the asteroid field; it was time to give them a warm welcome. Out of the hangars of the Star Destroyers launched three squadrons of Divine Eagle starfighters, each piloted by an elite Knyght of the Maw - the greatest of the Brotherhood's pilots.

Sensitive to the Force and cybernetically jacked-into their fighters, the Knyghts were fearsome foes, reacting to enemy attacks before they happened and maneuvering as if their ships were part of their own bodies. Each of the three squadrons came from a different House - Houses Kasparov, Andromalech, and Haborym were represented that day. They would compete fiercely for glory, each seeking to shoot down the most Alliance craft. Their presence would be a test for the aces accompanying Outbound Flight. If they could shoot down the mighty Knyghts, they were skilled indeed.

But they should beware; Divine Eagles were tough and well armed...

 

[Xian Cade]

A PRELUDE TO WAR
OBJECTIVE III
KINOSS

Kinoss.. Was that even a planet? Apparently it was. Over the last couple of days, the young Jedi Knight had been forced to indulge in more briefing lessons about this section of Chiss space than she would have liked to otherwise. Home to a sizable contingent of Chiss military forces, with more GADF reinforcements bolstering their numbers every day, the planet was of considerable importance to the continuation of the Chiss' resistance against the Maw's incursions into their space.

Which was why Xian had been assigned here. Given the task of assisting in the training of new CEDF engineers and mechanics, she was technically not present on the planet as a Jedi, but rather as an "Advisor", something to do with politics she supposed. But it had been obvious from the moment she'd arrived at the installation that her presence was not particularly welcome by the notoriously recluse and self-sufficient species. Regardless of that however, the Guardian had a job to do, and had actually begun settling into her duties when she and her recruits had been abruptly interrupted by the sound of blaring sirens across the base.

//> "We've got hostiles breaching the perimeter! They're going for the fuel depots!" <\\ The com on her helmet blared with the voice of a somewhat panicked Alliance advisor, one of the GADF soldiers she'd been accompanying as part of her assignment.

From above she caught momentary sight of several shuttles approaching, and in the distance she could hear the all-too familiar sound of blaster fire begin to erupt from beyond the installation's perimeter. Donned in her Guardian combat armor, Xian took off running in the direction of the fight, not as comfortable in her Alliance-issue gear than she would have been in something more casual, it only made more sense in the context of her current deployment to put on something that offered substantially more protection.

Passing-by dozens of sprinting security and military personnel, a fence that divided one section of the fuel facility from another was cleared with haste in a force jump, the sounds of conflict growing louder, and the scent of the Dark Side along with it. Her lightsaber leaped from her utility belt and into her hand with a simple invisible tug, lighting up its surroundings with its bright blue glow as the first of what would soon be many enemies came into the Jedi's line of sight.

Concentrating, Xian rapidly closed the gap between the pair of them, and with an inhuman reflex, brought her saber clean through the torso of the raggedly-dressed cultist, his blaster haphazardly firing two bolts into the air as his trigger finger twitched at the last jolts of life instinctively moving his body. Perhaps at one point he had been a farmer, or a merchant in some far-flung backwater no one had ever heard of, but no longer. That was the corrupting essence of the Dark Side at work. In the corner of her vision, a handful of his comrades watched, only now-- caught up in a battle of their own-- having noticed the fate of their friend.

In the span of what felt like a second, Xian had rolled behind the secure cover of a dense metallic crate, a flurry of blaster fire emanating from the three or four cultists whom had spotted her. In what might have been even less than that, the Jedi Knight had propelled her own cover forward, extending her palm and letting the Force do the rest as the heavy container flew itself at her opponents, bashing into two of them, and distracting the other two as Xian then propelled herself towards them with a boost of Force Speed. In the next few moments, she pulled one close to her, blue saber passing through his neck, the second at his legs, the third through his chest, and the fourth flung high into the sky with a simple flick of her wrist.

With other foes there was always an element of sadness when confronted with the harsh realities of war, and the situations that two otherwise amicable individuals find themselves in when placed on opposing sides. Not with the Maw however, no such moral conflict existed within the Knight in regards to them, and their unique evil. She regrouped with a handful of Chiss security officers, taking off her helmet and fixing her hair as they discussed their next course of action. Although one thing was for certain, those fuel depots were priority one.​

ALLIES: [Reinforcements pls]
FOES: The Mongrel Darth Senthral Darth Tennacus Kyrel Ren

 

[Darth Tennacus]

​

Objective III: Ground Warfare, Destroy Fuel Depots
Mentions: Darth Senthral Darth Senthral Xian Cade
Personal Objective(s): Engage Jedi warriors; leave none alive
Equipment: Lightsabers (Tenacious & Viscious)


A calamity in the Force was well expected in times of war. Its imbalance represented chaos, disorder in the fall of many a sensitive users, upsetting its nature both twisted and untangled. This served to be a good test for his apprentice, having only been recently initiated into the Sith lineage. Such chaos would force him to guide his focus to better acknowledge those within the catastrophe. They were out there, upsetting the balance as the two Sith progressed further towards the depot; Tennacus could sense them.

Whatever conflicts they encouraged amid their progression, Darth Tennacus left it to his apprentice to deal with the menial forces set out before them, maintaining the deposit of his lightsaber. The Force served him when necessary, and his apprentice served to allow him such focus. Whilst he commenced in the trivial conflicts of troopers and miscellaneous warriors, Darth Tennacus maintained his attuned focus within the Dark Side, allowing him to guide them in the direct path towards the target(s). In the not-so-far distance, Tennacus could see the sapphire vistas of a lightsaber swinging and dancing mercilessly in battle. Their identity had not yet revealed itself to him, but the Sith Lord saw to closing the bridge between them, advancing through the battlefield with reasonable reminders to his apprentice to stay close at all times. The Force was growing in its density, isolating itself around a host of those Midichlorians which fell in servitude to the Light. Eventually, the Sith had advanced enough that they had cleared the path ahead of them, and resorted to standing idle directly in the midst of the battlefield.

The Force was out there, ever thriving in the Light. Tennacus could sense it, and he wanted to counter it. His own focus elevated the density of the Dark Side around them, making the air thick, cold and uncomfortable to those untrained in its potential. The Sith had announced themselves. Now it was time for the Jedi to do the same.

Or were they hypocritical in their ideologies, overwhelmed by the emotion of fear?

 

[Glossa]

Location: Scavenged Imperial Transport -> CEDF Fuel Depot - Kinoss
Allies: BoTM ( The Mongrel Kyrel Ren Darth Senthral Darth Tennacus )
Enemies: GA (Xian Cade) │ Open

The inside of the scavenged transport was packed with sweaty, scarred bodies, human, Twi’lek, Rodian, Bothan, Houk, and even a few Chiss, those who had been captured during the Maw’s raids across the worlds of the Ascendancy, then broken by the sadistic taskmasters under Tu’teggacha. They now professed dedication to the Avatars, chanting feverishly as the overloaded transport, meant only for 36, yet carrying over 120, careened through the atmosphere, moving towards the outskirts of the fuel depot.

Ilglossa struggled for breath, holding tight onto her rifle as bodies bigger than her own rocked through the hold, squeezing her against a wall as the strong winds buffeted the shuttle. The Jango Jumper had been broken only days before, having suffered the misfortune of being one of the few who the Grand Taskmaster had broken personally, a rare “honor” given the Ebruchi’s now-busy schedule. Her purple skin bore the marks of his abuse, including burns on her left flank, lichtenberg figures on her legs, and faded whip marks all across her body. The agony was yet still fresh in her mind, but now, she felt the strength it had given her. She had been tortured until nothing but fervent chants to the Dark Gods were borne from her lips, suffering until she achieved salvation under their burning gaze.

Now, she had to prove that strength.

Within the crunch of slaves, aspirants, warboys, and wargirls, violence was inevitable as the marauders began to jostle for space and valuable air inside the shuttle. Pushed up against the wall, it was all Ilglossa could do to squeeze air through her lungs, all while an especially large Houk pressed up against her as if she were not there, fighting for space of his own. Before long, her rifle slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor and disappearing in the crowd. However, the weapon was far from her mind now, as each breath grew progressively more labored, before soon, she could longer breathe at all.

In desperation, Ilglossa reached down towards her boots, pulling one of the knives from its holsters. Then, with a series of high-pitched howls, she moved to stab the Houk in front of her, once, twice, thrice, then a fourth time, but the blade failed to penetrate his chest plate, to the point where it seemed that the creature did not even notice her feeble attempts at killing him so that she could breathe for a few valuable seconds.

The Jango Jumper felt her knees buckle, her body fighting to suck in air that was not there for what seemed to be an eternity, before the transport suddenly jolted as it touched down on the ground, throwing its occupants against each other and giving Ilglossa room to finally breathe.

Once the hatch opened, the marauders charged outside, desperate for both air and blood. Ilglossa followed after them, but she was weak, collapsing onto the ground as she was pushed from behind and trampled by heavy boot-clad feet, yet still holding onto the knife.

She was lucky to be alive.

The sounds of blaster fire rang in her ears as she recovered her breath, flipping over onto her back once the shuttle took off after offloading the final few marauders. She felt a shooting pain in her chest, perhaps from a few cracked ribs. However, her ordeal wasn’t yet over. Just then, she saw the same massive Houk from before, standing over her weak body. The massive creature kicked her twice in the side, then once in the head, eliciting a series of pained groans from the Jango Jumper. Then, he pulled her vibroblade from its sheath, eying the weapon over before giving a satisfied grunt.

“This will make a fine knife.” The Houk said, before knocking her out cold, with a singular punch to the throat, though not before his face was burned into her memory.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  • Energy Shield
    • DS-102 “Aegis” Personal Energy Shield
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
• Hekler’Kok FR-01
• FAE/M-01 "Scherezade" Energized Vibroblade
• Vape Charge (4)

 

[Maesr Elastren]

{Raider-class corvette - Defiant - CIC}

[Fleet Comp.]
2 x Raider-class corvettes - (Defiant. Dauntless)
3 x Quasar-fire-class carriers - (Nova. Celestial. Nebula)
1 x Carrack-class light cruiser - Anti-Starfighter Config. - (Chairman's Voice)
]

{Primarily Interacting with: Tu'teggacha , Grand Moff Vel'alari }​

Corvettes were different beasts to wrangle.

In stark contrast to the larger, far less maneuverable star destroyers his life had previously revolved around commanding, the lighter Raiders may aswell have been squirrels to the Wolf's bear-- darting between the branches in a forest of anomalies and soon-to-be cannon fire. But headed by the right helmsman, the vessels would bend to the commodore's will.

Luckily, he trusted Denzaust with his life.

The younger helmsman already had a decade of military service on his record, including a full two years on Maesr's senior staff; and in that time, he had proven himself worthy of a position within the commodore's command.

Though, trust would only get him so far in the coming battle.

Defiant and her escorting corvette were the first to emerge in realspace, sensors thrown into gear ahead of time, and beginning their first scans at the very moment the two Raiders appeared before the field of asteroids that once was Csilla. Quickly, they had relayed the more or less precise coordinates for the 3 Quasers-- each having left hyperspace earlier, and a comfortable distance away-- to reposition themselves in, lest their bulky frames be caught in the thick wall of debris ahead.

The Alliance aimed to explore all that remained of the fallen system, a noble goal if it weren't for the Brotherhood's presence in the region. It seemed that Maesr's only concern would be to see to it that curiosity did not kill the litter of cats. Although, when the cannons started firing, his top priority would have to be the protection of the Bilbringi Defense Force's Supreme Commander, a certain Grand Moff Vel'alari, who had elected to bring her own fighter into what she knew full-well would be blood and chaos-- much to the commodore's discomfort. And though the Defender Elite's painstakingly researched capabilities would keep the Moff alive in confrontation with most of the Brotherhood's fighters, no one could withstand a swarm-- And knowing the Maw, they would be bringing precisely that.

The Quasars released their payloads of starfighters, Defiant and Dauntless soon allowing their own single auxiliary interceptors to leave their berths while the larger Chairman's Voice brought its laser flak guns to bear.

"Contacts?" Maesr spoke for the first time since the flotilla had entered hyperspace.

"Nothing..." A Chiss commander responded, though quickly matched her superior's unease, "...yet."

Yet was the right word, arguably justified concern turned prophecy, a prediction that indeed came into fruition.

"Several vessels entering scanner range. I count one star dreadnought. Escorts," The woman paused, "Bearing 345... Mark 10. Closing in. They're launching fighters, sir. I count at least three squadrons."

"Ship-to-Ship. Get me Vel'alari, and verify our scanners with the Outbound Flight teams," Maesr now came to an imposing stand at the C.I.C's center, "Voice, 50 degrees clockwise around yaw axis, position our corvettes at the Quasars' flanks. Prepare laser cannons to engage."

A comms officer nodded once, twice; both times with visible anxiety and the rushed-- but miraculously-precise-- flicking of various switches at the dashboard, first relaying the commodore's commands to the other Bilbringese vessels, then allowing Maesr's holographic figure to materialize within the interior of Vel'arlari's personal fighter.

"[Grand Moff, we should have eight squadrons reinforcing your flanks,]' He started with the good news, then let his tone foster a sense of concern,

"[Further orders?]"

 

[Vel'alari]

Objective: 1 - Fly Me to The Moon
Post: 2
Allies: GA
Enemies: BOTM

"Protect the Outbound Flight and our carriers as best you can, Commodore. The fleet is at your full disposal. I shall blunt the offensive of their fighters with our own and keep them occupied until our allies join the fray.", she said in reply to her Commodore, Maesr. "All squadrons, attack pattern alpha!", she said, all squadrons adopting their offensive formations before they began to engage Brotherhood fighters. Vel'alari and her Aces spearheaded the attack, her TIE Defender cutting down two fighters with well placed blasts from her fighter's laser cannons.

"Tyrant Squadron, keep tight and cover each other. We need to buy time for our backup to join the fray.", she stated clearly, keeping herself calm as she focused on efficiently gunning down any Maw fighters that got in her way.

Maesr Elastren
Marlon Sularen
Tu'teggacha
Qellene Tyliame

 

[Jeffery Kizaroe]

Objective 3
Allies: GA
Enemies: BOTM
Recovered audio from the Battle of Kinoss
Kinoss Fuel Depot, 0600 hours
A large force of hundreds of Brotherhood of Maw marauders assault the fuel depot on Kinoss, as brave Alliance soldiers and local Chiss Defense Force troops try to prevent the base from being completely overrun.
This log focuses on one unit, the 37th Infantry Division, the "Corellian Joes".
As their name implies, they are a primarily human unit from the planet Corellia, which is a point of pride for the division's soldiers.
This unit was assigned to defend the outer walls of the fuel depot, a wall equipped with many emplacements and other defenses. Were it not for the bravery of the 37th and other soldiers like them however, the depot would have fallen into enemy hands far sooner. This is actual audio from the mission.
AUDIO LOG:
<:Joe 4:> [sounds of blaster-fire] This is 4, receiving fire on the outer wall. My cannon is still fulla shots, but there's too many of the bastards for me to shoot. Where the hell are you guys?
<:Joe 5:> [distant explosion, followed by more blaster fire] 4, me and 3 and 2 aren't gonna be able to get over to where you're at. Those bastards got us pinned too. If ya can, try and direct some fire our way, it'll help. If not, your best course of action would probably be to wait for the shooting to let up and make your way to our position, so we can kill more's them bastards together.
<:Joe 4:> Roger that, 5, I'm gonna try to get over there.
[silence for a few seconds]
<:Joe 3:> has anyone seen 1 or 6?
<:Joe 5:> Negative. They went to set up sniper positions right before the attack started.
<:Joe 3:> Then why the hell haven't we heard from them? We could really use some overwatch right now.
<:Joe 5:> Focus on the fight. If we don't hear from them, we don't. Right now, we got to focus. 4, you over here yet?
<Joe 4:> I'll be there in 1 mike, sit tight guys.
[silence for about 1 minute in the recording]
<:Joe 2:> Grenade!
[The grenade overshoots the wall, and rolls to 4's feet, who is standing in the courtyard of the building]
<:Joe 4:> I got it!
[static]
[explosion]
<:Joe 5:> Excellent toss, 4!
[chatter continued later...]

 

[Darth Senthral]

​

DARTH SENTHRAL
Occupation: Sith Apprentice
Objective: Report to Darth Tennacus
Weaponry: Double Bladed Lightsaber, and the Dark Side of the Force

Seemed both sides had their own objectives, and yet he knew they correlated. “Master, the fuel depot. They must be destroyed, and yet more then that I feel the Light among them. We shall meet a Jedi there. One strong in the Light Side I feel. Though I was once myself and now I am here. Unaffected by it’s pull. Let us see how Light Blinded this Jedi is.” It was no demand, more of knowledge that it was to come either way.

He felt the strength of the air that manifested around his Master. He could handle it being his very own Apprentice, but who knows how the Jedi he felt near would fair. Then he spotted the Jedi, Xian Cade whom they’d closed much distance against. Him and his Master stood still like the very beckoners of the chaos surrounding them. Blaster fire rang out as battles ensued nearby, and yet there they stood, the Dark Side saying almost all that need be said for them. Around the Jedi he saw more fighters, and yet it was of no consequence. The Force did not flow their veins as her own, and if it did, not near strong enough to compare to any of the three Force Users.

“JEDI! The Dark Side stands before you, quit your conversing and come face it! Less the plans you make with those guards will be naught! When I slaughter them for you to see!” A crimson blade alighted pointing towards her. Then another came near his own face, casting it’s brilliant red light upon his reflective mask.

Jedi praised serenity, he knew as he once was one himself. Yet he would see if one such Jedi was above answering threats. No. Assurances. He would slaughter those men without sight of hesitation if he was not answered. Yet he had words for this Jedi, as he said, he would see just how Light Blinded she was.

 

[Glossa]

Location: Outskirts of CEDF Fuel Depot - Kinoss
Allies: BoTM ( The Mongrel Kyrel Ren Darth Senthral Darth Tennacus )
Enemies: GA (Jeffery Kizaroe Xian Cade)
Direct Engagement: Open

The everpresent, disharmonic beats of blaster fire woke her up.

Big eyes snapped open, widening with awareness as the events of the last few minutes returned to her memory. Pushing, stabbing, choking, then powerful, unrelenting blows raining down upon her form. The physical reminders of that violence came to her just as quickly, manifesting a pounding vibration in her skull, an aching sensation in her chest, and various pains all over her body.

However, most dire was the fact that with the exception of her knives and vape charges, she had no weapon.

Nevertheless, now more than ever, she could not show weakness, even if it meant charging a blaster-wielding assailant, whether they be Brotherhood marauder, Alliance soldier, or Chiss warrior, with naught but her two knives. Fortunately, there were likely already many dead marauders. It might not be too difficult for her to retrieve another weapon, but the loss of her rifle was an embarrassment, if only for the fact that it was hers.

Picking herself up with a grunt, Ilglossa jogged across the landing zone, sharp eyes darting across her surroundings, searching for a weapon. Before long, she managed to secure a blaster rifle from the corpse of a fallen Aspirant, taking the power cells from his belt as well. Then, she continued onward, finding her way to a parked landspeeder. After looking around to see if anyone was watching, the Jango Jumper unlocked the door with her scramble key before getting inside and closing the door behind her, taking a deep breath as the comfortable, plush seat brought a measure of relief to the aches in her body. Unfortunately, she had no time to savor the respite, as she needed to get back to the fight or else the fight would find her.

She could not keep the Avatars waiting.

Moving quickly, the Jango Jumper pulled her medpac from her utility belt. Then, calling on the skills ingrained into her consciousness, implanted while she was in her vat, Ilglossa began working to treat her injuries. First, the cleansing fluid from her irrigation bulb was applied to the cuts on her face. Then, synthflesh was sprayed over the wounds, followed by a few spray-bandages, placed over her nose, around her head, and cheek. As expected, the medisensor told her that she had sustained a concussion, in addition to a few cracked ribs. While she had no antishock in her medpac, the bacta would at least serve to treat it for the moment. For her ribs, she pulled out her bone-knitter, briefly undoing her bodysuit to run it over her chest, the device working as if by some magic to fuse the cracks within.

Then, punching a shot of Pharma into her neck, Ilglossa breathed out a sigh of relief, smiling with some satisfaction at feeling the strength return to her body, weakness staved off, for the time being.

Now, she had to use it.

Scanning outside the landspeeder, once again looking for anyone who might be watching her, Ilglossa packed up her medpac, placed it back on her belt, and sealed her bodysuit. Then, with a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes, she opened the door and stepped outside, the ugly visage of the Houk fresh in her mind as she headed back into the fray...

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  • Energy Shield
    • DS-102 “Aegis” Personal Energy Shield
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
• BR-4 “Baleful Bantha” Blaster Rifle
• Hekler’Kok FR-01
• FAE/M-01 "Scherezade" Energized Vibroblade
• Vape Charge (4)

 

[Xian Cade]

A PRELUDE TO WAR
OBJECTIVE III
KINOSS

"I need you three to rendezvous with and regroup as many friendlies as you can. Take 'em to higher ground and--"

An instant was all it took for the air to change around her, an all too recognizable stench filling and tainting everything around her own bubble of Light. Taking her attention away from the soldiers, her focus quickly went to rest on the undeniably Sith figures standing across from her on the now rapidly degrading battlefield. Even with the natural Force disturbance that the lowliest of Mawites carried with them, their very auras corrupted by the untold pain inflicted upon them during their 'induction' into the cult, it was undeniably easy to tell the arrival of a Sith in any given situation from their essence alone.

In this case there was two, a master and an apprentice perhaps? That thought alone brought a slight knowing smile to the Knight's otherwise stalwart expression, unable to help thinking back to how well those arrangements had turned out for Sith in the past. With a non-verbal gesture of her fingers, the Chiss troops around her retreated backwards, before fanning out into several different directions, both the Jedi and they themselves knowing that they'd be much better suited to contributing elsewhere in the battle, than needlessly throw their lives away for a futile attempt at killing a Sith. The following monologue from her soon-to-be opponent highlighted the necessity of such a decision.

Discarding her helmet to the side, finding it too cumbersome for her typical style of saber combat, she took the time to listen to one of the pair's open threat before responding, her lightsaber again activating and displaying its azure glow for the Dark Side users to witness. "You can try slaughtering them, I guess. It'd be easy.. And unimpressive. You should try your luck with me instead." Confident, and even somewhat nonchalant, a particular verbal challenge given the situation, and one the young Jedi was prepared to act on if called to, regardless of if the thought of going against two opponents was less than ideal. Concentrating, the Darkness forcefully imbued in the air around her was pushed further outward, her legs manoeuvring into a defensive stance and her saber-- gripped in both hands-- was raised in-front of her, a second blade of cobalt light propelling from beneath the handle.

"So-- How about it?" ​

ALLIES: [Reinforcements pls]
FOES: Darth Tennacus , Darth Senthral

 

[Darth Tennacus]

​

Objective III: Ground Warfare, Destroy Fuel Depots
Mentions: Darth Senthral Xian Cade
Personal Objective(s): Engage Jedi warriors; leave none alive
Equipment: Lightsabers (Tenacious & Viscious)

The verbal aggression of his Apprentice did not give rise to any protests from his Master. The Sith Lord remained idle — silent — allowing his Apprentice to stretch his wings. Express himself, much against the Jedi’s blinding code. In the meantime, Tennacus would have a moment to remain focused on the Force. . . and turn his head when senses dictated the approach of an enemy.

Whoever she was, the Force dwelt well within her. Jedi, perhaps? He thought as much, but announced nothing. For the time being, his purpose was to observe, like a Master did when their Apprentice was active. His arms remained folded at his chest; no weapon was drawn. He broke his gaze with the Jedi, turning to his Apprentice. Now, it was his time to shine. This was his battle.

“Remember your training, Lord Senthral. This is your fight. Remain loyal to the Dark; ignore the illusions of the blinding Light. Do not disappoint me.”

And he meant it. If his Apprentice was slain, it was the will of the Force. Tennacus would not interfere with their battle. Only if others arrived, and by the Dark did he want them to.