Annihilation Head of the Snake: BotM Annihilation of Csilla

[Aspect of Passion]

Csaplar, Csilla​

In Orbit, Aboard The Mercy

864ABY​

The observation deck reeked of Dark Side Energy, emboldened by not only the fears of an entire planet - but the presence of the only two living Canonized Saints to live. Other Space Kaiden and the Worm Emperor stood side by side, looking over the planet of Csilla with their dark gaze; and around them, the many protectors of their presence. Frumentarii agents spoke in the corners, trading information they had collected on the Maw - while Praetorians stood idle and watched for anyone who dared approach the two. In the halls outside, the First Legion awaited their orders - but stood present and at attention like none other. Should the Worm ask them to, they would stand for ten days and nights - until their very muscles failed and they would die of dehydration.

"Do you feel it, Darth Vulcanus?", the Worm said in a tone that almost sounded jubilent for the eldritch being.

"Darkness rises, and with it a new age for the Sith. Darth Solipsis has done well to bring such condemnation to a planet."

The robes jostled slightly as the wind from a vent pushed them - but the magnificent frame of the Worm did not shake, as each mask remained fully trained not the planet below. Vulcanus, and all those force sensitive, would feel how much of the darkness was being absorbed by the Worm - like a supernova in the vacuum, he seemed to glow in the Force in the most harsh of ways. It was a glimpse at the totality of the Sith, the eternal struggle made manifest in a single entity - and Vulcanus was to be its current heir.

"The first Sith to attempt to destroy a planet in 800 years. Truly, magnificent.", the Emperor seemed to swoon.

"A new Saint?", another voice chimed in.

"The Saint of Annihilation."

Silas Sunfyre │ Other Space Kaiden

 

[Yula Perl]

Allies | Dagon Kaze - Ryv - Aaran Tafo - Auteme
Enemies | TK-818

You gotta be kiddin’ me.

There was no reason for Yula to have taken Dagon seriously—after all, they’d only just met, and in the seedy underbelly of a Denon warehouse of all places. Ropes were involved, and a car chase ensued. Part of her was flattered; maybe she’d proven reliable enough for him to seek her aid in this particular venture. Or maybe he was just desperate.

It was most definitely the second one, Yula figured as she checked the controls for the fifth time over. It was a standard-issue starfighter with basic controls, of course she could fly the damn thing. “Dunno, but I learn well under pressure.” She brought no attention to the note of tension in his voice, figuring that she sounded the same at any rate. At most, Yula kept to the fringe of Jedi powerhouses, despite her family’s rich tradition of Jedi shenanigans. Her mother, a Master. Her sisters, educated in the ways of the Force by the Silvers. Herself, learned from the rogues in the ‘rim. One of these things was not like the other.

It was no secret that she felt out of place among the denizens of the New Jedi Order. Funny how, once she thought about it, she’d come across its most prominent members one way or another. Dagon in the warehouse. Auteme, who’d helped save her life on Nar Kreeta when a Bryn'adûl warlord nearly took her life. Ryv, she knew if only a little, from Sword of the Jedi. Aaran, who’d helped her and Daiya mediate a dispute on Frostwythe, and who’d choked on his whisky at the Imperial party when she’d insulted the Grand Vizier.

The history these Jedi had together, among each other, were bonds forged in mutual suffering. Over and over they’d fought to protect a burning galaxy, every victory cut short with another scandal, another warlord or Sith cult popping up to unleash their own brand of mayhem. It was insane if you asked Yula. Why keep fighting until you’ve got nothing left to give? She never understood that. And yet, here they were again. Throwing themselves into the maw of the enemy.

Something kept her, the outsider, from slipping away. She had no reason to be here; no family members caught in the crossfire, no credits coming her way for a body count. Maybe she was inspired by the unspoken camaraderie among the Jedi, the blind trust as impenetrable as durasteel. It was a rare thing to witness.

She checked the controls for a sixth time. They hadn't changed.

<”Ryv, you take an insurance policy out on this thing?”>

The starfighter flared to life, rising gently in place before rumbling out of the hangar. Yula’s piloting amounted to 98% hanging out in space, and 2% dodging the authorities. More accustomed to bulkier freighters, she hadn’t handled a craft this small and fast in a while. Space was normally cold and quiet, deathly so. Now, the inky darkness was illuminated by a tremendous show of ariel warfare.

“Sweet mo—” Yula hissed and jerked the yoke harshly to the right, nearly sending them into a roll in order to dodge a chunk of debris hurtling their way. “If the Sith don’t get us, all this junk sure will.”

She’d long since learned to channel her nervous energy into focus, and boy did she have to concentrate on getting not killed by space garbage.

 

[Enlil]

Imperial Edict: Provision for the Defense of Csilla

​

There was a reason that the Grand Vizier left matters of military to Irveric Tavlar and his retinue of former soldiers. Enlisted men like Caarlyle Rausgeber had vastly more experience with tactics in modern times than Enlil did, and he readily admitted it. Whereas when it came to matters of state, many of his compatriots found themselves lacking- and that was no slight against them. However with their combined efforts, the Imperium held mighty even in the face of extreme adversity. This situation would be yet another test of their Iron.

At the Redoubt, the Chiss held firm against New Imperial incursion. They were a hearty race with a history of advanced technology and military expertise- so for them to trust in the New Imperials was a statement that he was not going to discount. He would not shower the man with useless compliments or mince pointless words. All parties were above that in this room. Instead, he would treat them with mutual respect and work to forge a bond that would last the test of time and conflict.

"You have no cause for concern, Mid-Commander." His words were calm, even. The King kept his gaze even on the troops that the Chiss Officer commented on and he noted their positions and the live feed that updated with pertinent information within moments of availability. "We are quite familiar with Sith tactics, and tested with regard to rebuffing their forces. They may adapt and grow, but futility takes many forms."

He paused and glanced toward the Imperial Diplomat previously assigned to meet with the Aristocra. He had heard an informal report of their previous meeting, but many details were still unavailable. Now, in the presence of Irizi'ro'kanto proper, he could tell the man was far more of a military mind than a politician. It seemed that he could perform both duties admirably, however. "The Sovereign Imperator has taken to the field himself, and Admiral-Regent Rausgeber has assumed direct command of Imperial Naval assets. Rest assured, we have exhausted every resource to ensure the follies of the Sith are routed and they never darken the skies of your home again."

Enlil paused for a moment to reflect on the situation. How had the Civil War evolved to a point where foreign entities became engulfed in the machinations of the Sith? Asinine, to think that fighting a losing battle in the Stygian Caldera would prompt them to refocus on Csilla alongside another group of their ilk. Surely their resouces were not so inexhaustible and their morale was flickering like a candle on the last of its wick? He abolished his doubts before they could beset his expression and looked now to the Mid-Commander.

"It is our sincere wish that the Chiss understand the Imperium to be a strong ally. One worthy of relations with."

Kanto | Julius Haskler​

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Surface of Csilla, Eastern Ridge
Allies: Kyrel Ren, Maestus, Lirka Ka , Khaostra Devoid
Engaging: Kaleleon
Nearby Foes: Major Bennett Hall, Liza, FN-999, DECEASED Erskine Barran , Tyrell Lockhart , Korum Krov , Himm'vaun'merek, Aerarii Tithe , Maple Harte

It was a frozen moment, appropriate for a frozen world. The Mongrel waited, breathless, eager, as his plan took shape. The Ts'Kiza were in motion, scrambling toward the men they aimed to butcher, their armor-rending forelimbs and bone-cracking mandibles clacking as they skittered forward. Still atop the ridge, half the strength of the Bloodsworn Tribe stared down the cliff face, howling dark prayers and bloodthirsty oaths as they exchanged fire with the defenders at the bottom. Neither side had yet made its push.

That was when Maple Harte 's starfighter streaked across the battlefield, her ally Miranda's craft close behind, unleashing twin streams of destruction from their blaster cannons. A Branchlurker could take a dozen volleys of blaster rifle fire to the head and keep moving, its thick carapace more than capable of withstanding small arms fire, but these were vehicle-mounted weapons meant to tear apart durasteel armor... and the Branchlurkers the pilots had targeted were climbing down the cliff, with no ability to maneuver or seek cover.

The Mongrel cursed savagely as several of the beasts tumbled from the cliffside, smoking holes burnt through their chitin. Their colossal corpses tumbled into the trenches below, where hopefully they at least crushed a few enemy grunts beneath their bulk. With their numbers thinned, the cliff-climbing Ts'Kiza would have a harder time overcoming the trench defenders. Fortunately, the beasts that had been herded into the crevasse had been shielded by its high walls, and still scuttled through the passage toward the enemy's eastern trench.

The Mongrel swore again as one of the starfighters managed to slam a missile directly into the head of one of the AT-M6s, blasting the armored compartment apart. He was astounded at the missile's power; even the enemy artillery hadn't managed to bring down one of the huge walkers yet, but the starfighter had somehow managed it with ease. He was somewhat gratified to see both starfighters shot down in the chaos that followed. It looked like the pilots, some kind of force-warriors, had survived to wreak further havoc... but at least there was no more risk of strafing runs or missile strikes from them.

With the Branchlurkers and walkers thinned, taking out the NIO artillery was now vital. The Maw needed to take ground in this first great charge, to capture at least one line of enemy trenches, if they wanted to seize the early advantage. Hand to hand combat within the enemy trenches would favor the hulking, brutal marauders and their warbeasts. If they were pushed back, however, their losses in the failed attack would badly damage their forward momentum. They would be forced into a stalemate over no-man's-land, or even onto the defensive. If the enemy could keep bombarding them from afar, that would cripple their greatest strengths.

Before The Mongrel could organize the follow-up attack to the impending Branchlurker ambush, however, he spotted another threat heading his way. Through the macrobinocular-sight on his PLX-1 he could see a strange sight indeed: a mounted warrior astride some kind of fanged, deadly-looking steed, charging alone toward the ridge. Though the figure was still too distant for The Mongrel to tell if he had a lightsaber, it was clear that he was a Force-wizard of some kind, for he held out his hand before him in a gesture of power... and projectiles that ought to have ripped through his body instead struck a strange, intangible barrier.

One of The Mongrel's first ever battles had been against the crimson-blade Calruss Shiman, and since then he had faced down trained Jedi like Viers Connory and Romi Jade on several occasions. As a result, the marauder knew first hand that these mage-knights and their strange magic were each equal to an entire military unit, and sometimes more than that. If this warrior was coming directly for them, it could mean only one thing: he intended to single-handedly disrupt their attack, and he might well be capable of it.

The best solution, then, was to ensure that the Jedi never made it to the cliffside. The Mongrel took aim at Kaleleon with his missile launcher, then whistled to get the attention of his fellow tribesmen. "Forget the tanks for now," he hissed. "They're not in range yet. Fire on that rider. Looks like his magic can deflect half a dozen blaster bolts at once." The marauder chuckled evilly. "Let's see how he does with half a dozen high explosive missiles on top of that." With any luck, the large blast radius of the PLX missile would reach past the Jedi's shield and halt his headlong charge at the Bloodsworn.

"Avatars, guide our aim!" With that, The Mongrel and five other missile-wielders let fly, aiming at the oncoming Jedi. Others opened up on Kaleleon with blasters and slugthrowers, taking advantage of their position at the top of the hill to fire down at him with impunity. Still, The Mongrel only dared divert a dozen or so of his men to fire at this onrushing threat; the rest had to remain vigilant for the NIO battalions and armored units that would soon try to push them out. He could only hope it would be enough to stop the Jedi. If not, he would once again be thrown into a desperate fight for his life...

 

[Maijan Paisea]

SIA_TASK FORCE XESH

BYOO | CSILLA | BOARDING SUPERWEAPON
JSTP | White Current
THE RISING SUN

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Password: ut74##6i5%%#$*(
Authenticating credentials... Confirmed
SIA_MISSION_BOARD_XESH connection... Established
Accessing file '/sia/operations/into_the_maw/' ... Done
Reading Package list... Done

-----BEGIN ENCRYPTION---
UGx1Z77hedG+?P*>2F>
-----END ENCRYPTION-----

....displaying_transmission_XESH_CSILLA_CONFIDENTIAL

TARGET: Brotherhood of The Maw's Superweapon
DIRECTIVE: Download, steal, gather, collect –– however you can get the schematics, blueprints, or plans of the superweapon all details required.
REPORT TO: M
CONFIDENTIALITY: Extreme. Operating without Senate knowledge.
LICENSE TO KILL GRANTED ALL INTERFERENCE

​

END TRANSMISSION
DELETE FILE? Y/N
Y

Kirk’s selection of glimmik beats pounded through the ship’s containment as the collection of renegade criminals, under the jurisdiction of the SIA, prepared for the mission they’d just read from the datapad. It was so loud that the ruminations she shared were almost drowned out by the hollering of the band.

"Y'know, of all things, I would have thought this would be wherrre we see M take to the field." Maijan mused aloud with a pensive purr while pulling the length of her hair from the nape of her neck and suspending it long enough to get some help with the tactical suit’s zipper. While Vir helped zip her up, she ran her hands along her arms to get a feel for the suit’s fabric. It was tight; a contrast from her usual billowy selection and golden, chunky accessories that made too much noise to come on the mission.

“Since she’s a Chiss...rrright? I guess she’s not the nostalgic type..” Or she saw beyond the necessity of trying to preserve an empire of corpses.

"M? She...feth, I don’t know how to describe her, I think I’ve used up every word I know to describe how despicable of a b*tch she is. Then again, Chiss people are the weirdest schuttas to meet.

Gotta say, I’m actually missing the jewelry on ya...some of it. Didn’t think I would miss all that gold and shiny chit, and the clanging of it. Didn’t think I’d be dying to save this side of the ‘verse.”

It wasn’t uncommon for the pair to me reminiscent of days yore, given the usurping nature of being dragged into Task Force Xesh, but his comment on her accessory loss made her dark cheeks flush.

“Makes it easierrr for me to slip away and abandon all of you if I need to. No clanging to give away my location.” Maijan offered, neutering the nostalgic flirtation in favour of reality. Or, faux reality. She wasn’t really sure how she felt on anything anymore –– and suddenly Maijan realized she wasn’t reminiscent or regretting the days of the past that had been lost, but the future. Not what had been..but would never be. Her throat stuck at this juncture, and she forced herself to swallow the comprehension down.

More movement further tried to distract her from that reality, and when Viribus finished zipping her up she rolled her shoulders to adjust to the suit’s cling.

“Thank yew.” She grinned, giving a light peck of affection to the highlight of his cheekbone before stepping back with an unreadable face, scratching idly at the curve of her golden jawline. As usual, the patches of her person that were metal were cold to the touch, and she thrummed her fingertips in consideration. A superweapon that could obliterate planets completely was…..irrefutably a mind-numbing concept. So much so, that Maijan couldn’t come to terms with how she expected someone to react to the news that their homeworld was threatening to be completely incinerated from existence.

It was hard enough to come to terms with the reality that she, and a motley crew of other criminals, were throttling through the stars right toward said superweapon. If that little nano bomb ticking away at the base of her skull didn’t exist, she would certainly be on the other side of the galaxy; avoiding this entirely. Probably with an umbrella drink in hand and the latest powder of DEAF on her nose.

The song changed to something all-too-appropriate for their general predicament.

Instead, she was here; fear pulling at her cheeks and swelling in her gut. Her indifference to all the other missions, every other useless task they’d been launched on, had no use here. She was terrified to witness something that promised the end of civilization. And she wasn’t even..helping necessarily. She was merely hunting and gathering, providing illusions and invisibility to the rest of the task force.

At least her role was clear –– memorize as much of the ship’s physical construction to replicate it later as an illusion, conceal the others in the White Current, and don’t die. Viribus was the muscle, the Jedi if things went wrong and needed to be cut down. Kirk was the getaway driver and Kingsley was…

Maijan made a face at the inconclusive nature of the giant bird’s role.

And at the scene of him trying to slip into the suit that would give him stealth mode as well. Her lip curled back in disfavour at the ruffling of feathers. "Oh, I..hhnngg let's hope that adjusts to your shape."

On the bright side –– er, the notably less dark side –– at least they weren’t plummeting to the ice ball of Csilla. Just the...jaw-droppingly massive space station hovering threateningly above it. One that they were targeting to land just after the New Jedi Order caused a distraction.

The playlist continued to roll through the song choices and changed the tune again, courtesy of their pilot’s unparalleled music taste and a simper flashed across the woman’s golden lips.

“That you? Gentleman loserrr?” She asked their pink-skinned get-there and get-away driver.

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she folded her arms over the shoulder arches of the pilot’s seat and frowning at the menacing silhouette that was drawing rapidly into view. Even with the impressive space battle raging over the pearl below, the sheer magnitude of the superweapon outshone the lightfight between the Maw’s fleet and all those daring to contest.

Her voice dropped to something gravelly, laced with notes of pity: “Shame you know wherre you’rre goin, though.”

TASK FORCE XESH | Kingsley | Kirk Korrado | Viribus |
SUPERVISOR??? Allyson Locke
PENDING....... | COMPNOR | Hakon Fett | Joren Loft | Rika Hiro

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Objective 3: Kill all the Defenders
Allies: BotM and allies
Enemies: Chiss and allies
Tags: Dimitri Voltura | Darth Solipsis
Gear: Sword, Axe, armor​

A dozen screens revolving around a single holo table all showed the same thing, war. On Csilla the warbands fought, bogging the defenders down with blood and violence. In space, the Brotherhoods ships either held the line or charged forth. And on Mercy itself, more warriors prepared or were already engaging the desperate attacks of the defenders. But so far nothing called to him, Zachariel had yet to see the leaders of these groups emerge. Or if they had, they didn't interest him just yet.

And then he saw him, a mere flash but the cameras didn't lie. A man arrived in a nigh on empty hanger, rushing forward and deeper into the superweapon. The handful of corpses further down the corridor with unaware faces spoke to speed and strength, while the red blade indicated a Sith, and thus power. Whatever reason the fool had for siding with good this day mattered little, all that mattered was Zachariel deemed him worthy enough an opponent.

Smiling beneath his helm, Zachariel turned and made to leave the chamber. In doing so he passed close to where Solipsis sat. For a moment Zachariel paused, turning to look at the Voice.
"Let chaos reign and the age of annihilation begin." Smirking beneath his helm, Zachariel glanced towards a camera, one showing the brutal killing of a squad of soldiers. "These fools will only find death, whether here or on the planet below. And death is all they are worthy of."

Chuckling, Zachariel turned and left the Chamber of War. He made his way perpendicular to the war Dimitri was, aiming to cut the man off. Of course he could rush to fight him, but that would only result in the pair running about, and it would put them on even ground. Instead, Zachariel soon found himself in a relatively open room. Stacked within were various crates, filled with various supplies the Brotherhood would need at some point. But more importantly, there was a clearer opening area for a battle to occur, and it was right in line with where Dimitri was headed.

Thus Zachariel mounted a crate and stood watch over the door Dimitri would no doubt enter through. All that needed to happen was for the man to enter, and then the doors would slam shut, leaving the pair locked in to fight to the death. It was the perfect location for a battle, perfect for death. And though his preparations were only that of arming himself and having slaves prepare the doors, Zachariel's bloodlust was all but palpable in the air, while the Force in the immediate area echoed with his desire to kill, maim, and burn any who stood before him.

 

[Tu'teggacha]

​

Location: High Orbit over Csilla
Commanding: Fatalis-class Star Dreadnought
Allies: Aldo Garrick , Talon Kyber, CETCOM , Derix Tirall
Foes: Teica Giraan , Albrecht F. Herlock , Constantine Oliva , Ryv , Maple Harte

On the bridge of the Fatalis, Tu'teggacha fumed. His formerly inviolate defense screen had been breached again. While the powerful Maw cruisers and destroyers were handily keeping enemy capital ships at bay, the perimeter around the Mercy was repeatedly failing to keep out enemy shuttles and starfighters. The Taskmaster was astounded at how effective the tiny enemy craft were proving to be. Somehow, Maple Harte and the other craft accompanying her had managed to pilot right through the center of a massive defensive formation, fly circles around and destroy multiple cybernetically-enhanced Maw aces, and deliver a dropship into one of Mercy's hangars without taking a single scratch, much less losing even one ship.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, the Ebruchi would have assumed it was an impossible feat, even for a Jedi. As it was, he could only react with flustered awe.

Even now, more Jedi pilots were launching toward the station, intent on delivering the champions of light aboard their ships into Mercy's dark halls. It was clear that anti-fighter weaponry was a weakness of the Maw fleet, and that even the vat-grown and heavily augmented Knyghts were no match for a Jedi Ace. The Taskmaster filed this information away in his labyrinthine mind; no matter the outcome of this battle, he resolved, he would work with the engineers of the Dread Forge to find more effective countermeasures against starfighters. For now, all he could do was play to his advantages, and that meant destroying as many of the larger enemy ships as his fearsome arsenal would allow.

Even here, however, he found himself frustrated. The Pride of Anaxes, targeted by a colossal Megacaliber 6 cannon, must have made it to just the edge of the weapon's range; sensors showed that the ship's shields hadn't even been fully breached by the huge energy beam, inflicting no permanent damage at all. But there was no use worrying over that when other concerns pressed in on the Maw fleet. The Pride was picking up refugees beyond the Brotherhood's range, so it was irrelevant to them for the moment. A far more immediate issue was the developing situation with the ANV Resolution.

Tu'teggacha at last found his satisfaction as the two Crucifix I destroyers closed in on the enemy missile frigate, turbolasers blazing. The ship that had attempted to ram the Resolution narrowly missed, a credit to the quick thinking and clever maneuvers of the Alliance vessel's captain, but although that instant coup-de-grace did not come to pass the enemy ship was still in dire straits. The Ebruchi's tendrils twitched in pleasure as a turbolaser barrage from both sides ripped the Resolution apart, blowing it to pieces one missile bay at a time. The crew had made it to the escape pods, it appeared, but they would be easily mopped up.

It was only then that Tu'teggacha recognized the error of the overeager Maw captains; Teica Giraan had played them one final time. The two Crucifixes had been lured behind Alliance lines, and came immediately under heavy fire almost from all sides. The Taskmaster knew that they were finished, a high price to pay to destroy a single missile frigate - even a cleverly commanded one. He could not move to rescue them without significantly shifting his defensive screen to engage the Alliance fleet at point blank, compromising its integrity too greatly. But perhaps the destroyers could finish in a blaze of glory, a final offering of devotion to the Maw.

At the edge of the battle, launching Jedi fighters and watching over the stream of refugees, the colossal Jedi Praxeum known as the Prosperity had taken up its guardian position. Where the Fatalis was a lean, streamlined predator, the Prosperity was a fortress sprawling in all directions, announcing its presence as a beacon of light. For now, the two titan vessels were much too far apart to clash... but perhaps the Brotherhood destroyers could at least slow the enemy down. "Unholy Litany, Goshen's Requiem, these are your final orders: accelerate to ramming speed. Target the hangar bays of the Prosperity. The Avatars shall lift you up."

With hope for the galaxy's Final Dawn, the fanatics aboard the two destroyers pushed them to full speed and raced toward the Prosperity. Heavy fire from the Alliance fleet all around them stripped them away as they moved, and their return fire seemed insignificant in comparison... but they progressed. Then a cruiser shot blew out the Litany's engines, leaving it drifting for a few moments before concentrated Alliance fire blew it apart in a colossal explosion. But the Requiem raced forward, closing in on the hangar bay where Ryv and his Jedi strike team had gathered moments earlier, trying to strike deep and destroy its ability to launch anything further...

With any luck, the Requiem's last act would be to draw first blood against the enemy SSD.

 

[Kingsley]

CODENAME: STARBIRD
TASK FORCE XESH SUPERCOMMANDO
BOOMSTICK | BLUNDERBUSS | DYNAMITE SMILE

In times of crisis the SIA calls upon one agent unparalleled in his tradecraft and undeniable in his ruthless efficiency. A loose cannon who charts his own course and makes his own rules. His is a name that strikes fear into the hearts of Sith Lords everywhere. Women want him. Men want to be him. He is the most interesting bird in the galaxy. Make no mistake this story has a hero. These are his epic adventures.

"Rrrrawk! Maaaaiiiijaaaan! Are you sure I have to wear this? Its giving me a serious wedgie."

Kingsley gave the form fitting stealth suit a miserable tug. Elastic material snapped back against his posterior sending ripples through the smuggler's all too visible rolls of fat. His beak drooped at Maijan Paisea like a petulant child considering whether or not to throw another tantrum. After loudly snoring through the mission brief he'd woken up just in time to complain about everything from Kirk's piloting to how far away systems were in the Unknown Regions.

"What is this drek?" he groaned, "Shut that backwater folk music off and let's play some real tunes!"

Not bothering to wait for compliance Kingsley crawled in between Kirk Korrado and Maijan before fiddling with random controls. His latex rear wiggled back and forth in the zeltron's face more or less completely obscuring their pilot's view of the space battle ahead. Finally the bird found what he was looking for and the playlist cut out, replaced by a saccharine Core Drive beat.

"Now this is music! Kirk my friend, I'm gonna teach you how to live-DANK FERRIK what the hell is THAT?!"

At last he noticed the Maw superweapon and its formidable escort for the first time. Kingsley's organic eye nearly bulged out of its socket. He struggled with Kirk for the controls.

 

[Thale]

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CSD ALTAGAK​

SHIELDS (100%)​	HULL (100%)​
██████████​	██████████​

SPECIALIZED SYSTEMS: ■■ Cloaking Device​

EDGE OF CSILLA SECTOR
ABOARD CSD ALTAGAK

Allies: Chiss Ascendancy | Kanto | Sivan
Engaging: N/A

OBJECTIVE 2:
DARK ALL DAY​

The crew aboard the Chiss Star Destroyer were calm. There was little reason to be in a state of panic or heightened battle awareness. They were on the edges of the Csilla sector, well outside ranges of most sensors and communication jamming. It had been part of Mitth'al'eruod's mission objective, to report the situation concerning the overwhelming invasion, and to ensure that the transmissions were delivered to the appropriate recipients. To ensure maximum delivery of the transmission, Mitth'al'eruod had remained in place for a long while, repeating the message across the holonet.

Confirmation had returned almost an hour ago. The young Captain had done his job; his older sibling, Mitth'orn'eruod had been warned, which meant the First Order had been warned. And now all that remained was to confirm with the Defense Hierarchy Council, to gain permission to begin fighting against the enemy that had come knocking - or rather, smashing - on the Chiss' door.

"We will navigate to the edge of the battle, within laser beam range, and open a communication with the Defense Hierarchy Council," Mitth'al'eruod said in a low voice, as he watched the space toward Csilla. From this range he couldn't see the damage being thrown against the world, he couldn't make out the starships and reported military base. Not since making the jump to hyperspace reluctantly to play messenger. "I will handle the navigation myself, have the request to engage prepared to beam as soon as we revert."

"Yes, sir!"

From his command chair, Mitth'al'eruod began to type on the navicomp. He disengaged the system, took direct control of the vessel, and closed his eyes. He channeled his abilities in Third Sight, as he felt the awareness of the system and immediate space around begin to flood within; his mind opened, his mind flew through the millions of parsecs at the speed of thought, and the battle that waged over Csilla came into stark focus--

"Engaging hyperdrive."

--and with a press of a finger, the Chiss Star Destroyer engaged hyperspace and blinked from existence. It took them less than a minute, and the Altagak emerged into realspace. Closer to Csilla, within laser beam transmission range, but still away from the battle proper. Until permission was given, they would remain outside it all, reluctantly staring in.

"Defense Council, this is the Star Destroyer Altagak, we seek permission to engage the enemy," The communications officer said into the comm, as it was converted into data and converted to beam modules to be sent directly down to the planet, outside the chance of being jammed. "Communications mission objective complete. Successful transmission sent. Again, requesting new permission to engage hostile forces over Csilla."

And with that sent, all the young Captain could do was wait. His red eyes narrowed, his knuckles white, as he sat in his command chair with fists clenched...

"Prepare all crew stations, systems and starfighters for battle."

 

[TK-818]

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The Vornskr-class screamed to life as the Knight of Ren accelerated, gripping the controls tightly as he pushed the throttles forward. While a few enemies had managed to somehow get passed the blockade, they could be dealt with in due time compared to the amassed threat of the encroaching Jedi. He was on the hunt now, every Jedi starfighter fell would be one less to board the superweapon 'Mercy', one less to interfere with the annihilation of Csilla.

Snuff out the Light.

Gloved fingers pressed on the dash, flipping switches, and toggles as a myriad of lights sprung to life throughout the crimson illuminated cockpit. Taking advantage of the chaos, the Knight of Ren engaged stealth systems and the built-in cloaking device as he narrowly moved between broken vessels and floating space debris from the hellish engagement around them. Savagely, he tapped on the entryway to the cockpit, reverberating the metal thuds throughout the hold nearby for his comrades' attention.

The plan was to bring them in quiet, quick, and clean. Hit and run tactics on the Jedi, targeting them one by one like a phantom in the night. His senses were high, soaring through the void as he felt himself grow closer in closer to his quarry, the one from the desert, the one from the bridge. Weaving under and past skeletal remains of both Brotherhood and enemy vessels alike, Sinh shifted the controls forcing the starship to corkscrew as it came into open space.

There it was.

The Knight of Ren's eyes gleamed brightly underneath his onyx visage, with his two marauder crewmates at the ready he opened fire toward the starfighter of Yula Perl and Dagon Kaze . Whizzing past after unleashing a barrage of laser fire toward the enemy, he veered to the left sharply, trying to line himself in pursuit of the enemy ship. If he could get a clear shot, he'd use the concussion missiles and end this quickly, but things were never so easy. He had no idea who his opponents truly were, but he'd learn this day.

Yula Perl
Dagon Kaze​

 

[Korum Krov]

Location: Csilla, low Orbit/ Surface
Objectives: Save as many Lives as possible.
Allies: GA/CIS/Defenders
Tag: Albrecht F. Herlock
​

Coming over the comms was the captain's response. "Noga, this is Pride of Anaxes. We'll wait for them until my ship is full. We will descend into the atmosphere in order to transfer them safely." Korum was put at ease when he heard it. Especially After the Anaxes took a hit to their right side, while trying to protect his ship. They hadn't seemed to have taken much damage, but he was going to make a point of thanking the man when this battle was done.

As the Noga began to land on the asphalt Korum looked out at the people standing in the snow. There seemed to be more than when he'd left, but even if additional survivors arrived two more trips should be enough. the moment he opened the ship door people began rushing in. Slowly he built back an order getting the Evacuees in as easily as he could manage. Once again his ship was full, this time however he told R-6 to begin piloting to try and avoid knocking anyone else onto the floor. He sent the other ship now in the atmosphere a message to update them on their status. "Anaxes, It looks like we've got one more group of passengers after this one. How are you for space?"

Now in the hangar bay of the Anaxes, korum showed his passengers out this time looking one the security guards that had waited for them in the eye, said "See to it you Reunite them with their children.", then walked back up the ramp to his ship, and took off.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Csaplar, Csilla
In Orbit, Aboard The Mercy
864ABY
Aspect of Passion

Claws, fangs and spikes of jagged armor cleaved a break in the sharp utilitarian angles of the Sith naval architecture. Just like the Darkside seemed to course through the bridge of The Mercy like a current, so too did the sickly sweet musk of swamp moss and rotting meat. Vulcanus stood beside The Worm, arms folded over a monstrously broad chest - his infernal gaze set upon the icy world outside the viewport. While The Worm had brought his praetorian, The Great Khaan was accompanied by his Mor-Ghaash Rotgar who stood in stoic, rancid silence behind him.

The Saint of Flames breathed deep of The Darkside, letting it fill his lungs and pump through his veins. Then he scoffed, "You would name a Sith among the greatest alive for destroying this worthless world?"

The Burning Shadow's eyes peeled away from the orb of ice tumbling in the void, their fiery gaze coming to rest on The Worm's many masks, "The destruction of this planet will do nothing but position us to conquer clusters of other worthless rocks. The deaths of these Chiss will do little to weaken the strength of The Celestials. The Maw will devour them, suffocate them and then they will be gone - a burst of power in a vacuum of weakness."

The beast turned back towards the viewport, arms still folded. "Burning The Chiss has always been inevitable - but their planet's destruction is nothing more than wiping away a hill of bothersome ants. Such a thing is hardly worth the secrets of The Ritual."

Ironic that a beast such as Vulcanus found itself speaking ill of combat. Then again, his past self would never had imagined he would go to Mandalore and not seek to conquer it - or that he would once again be serving a Master. A great many things had changed in such a short amount of time for The Great Khaan.

"However..." Vulcanus turned to The Worm, a hint of concession in his voice "...this battle will let us test something far more important to my plans for the Eternal."

Total annihilation was not his concern here. For perhaps the first time in The Graug Warlord's life he was here to observe something far greater than a death toll or measured destruction. He was here to measure for himself how a wound like this would directly interact with The Netherworld.

He was here to decide the future of far more than one distant world. ​

Siv Dragr

 

[Alars Keto]

Objective 3: Duel of the Fates
Location: PK-1 “Mercy”
Tags: Aaran Tafo [When the Jedi arrive]

He was impressed they made it this far, that the bold warriors who managed to board the superweapon had slipped past the blockade and boarded 'Mercy' so easily. It was almost a pity their lives were now forfeit, they could of made excellent additions to the Maw by way of re-education by Tu'teggacha . The mind was a fickle thing, so easily broken.

Kryll watched on as marauders and troopers alike stormed the halls enroute to intercept the intruders. The combined might of the Brotherhood and their allies held their strongest here on this station in defense of the weapon. Warriors that would fight and die with zealous fury, it would be an uphill battle for any who set foot on the station yet he foresaw this only being the beginning. Quite possibly soon, this place may end up the next major flashpoint for the conflict, the next center of combat if the line did not hold.

The Brotherhood and their allies were outnumbered by the defensive coaltion of allies to the Chiss. The Galactic Alliance, the New Imperial Order, the First Order, the Eternal Empire, all standing together in defense of the Chiss Ascendancy while the Warlords of the Sith, the Sith Eternal, and the Kainate aided the Maw in pushing forward. Keeping the pressure up on half the galaxy's military might while the superweapon charged in anticipation for the killing stroke.

If they could continue to hold the line, they could claim victory this day.

In the end, the station could not fall.

At any cost.

Kryll rushed off, making way for the hangar bay eagerly. He would begin setting up a trap of his own.

 

[Albrecht F. Herlock]

Location: On board of the Pride of Anaxes, atmosphere of Csilla
Objective 4: Evacuate the refugees | Recover Gallius Orcana and his troops
Allies: CIS, Eternal Empire, First Order, Galactic Aliiance:Jedi Order, New Imperial Order, Chiss Ascendency and Independents.
Ennemies: Brotherhood of the Maw, Kainate, Sith Eternal, Warlords of the Sith and Independents.
Post theme: N/A
Tag: Korum Krov


The ship was in the atmosphere, transferring refugees from the Noga to the Pride of Anaxes. They were finally out of the range of the Fatalis-class' guns. During the transfer, the engineering department was working hard to make the starboard shield operationnal again.

"Anaxes, it looks like we've got one more group of passengers after this one. How are you for space?"

"Noga, this is Pride of Anaxes. We can take one last group on board. We will send you the coordinates of a dockyard in the Carlac system. The owner is a friend of mine, he will take care of the refugees. You did much for the defense of the Chiss and the safety of the civilians. Captain Herlock over."

"Comms Officer, send the coordinates of the Dalness' shipyard to the Noga. Navigation Officer, once we've taken the third group, we leave this area to go drop the refugees on the shipyard and retrieve Commodore Orcana's forces. Prepare for the jump into hyperspace. Chief Enginer, status of the shields ?"

"The port shields are fully operationnal and the starboard ones are 50% operationnal."

"That will do the trick."

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 2
Objective: Duel of the Fearless
Equipment: Mind Crown | Purple MidNight Duster | Black Ancient Sith armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X10 Hypo-syringes | X4 Daggers | Liquid Delirium | A Variety Explosives hidden in her jacket | Pack of Death sticks | Holopad
Allies: Darth Solipsis | BotM | Csilla go Boom fan Club
Enemies: Half the damn Galaxy by my Count
Special Tags: Starlin Rand | Syd Celsius | Anyone else

---

“Hey, hobbit lady!” Caught Tegan’s attention as the young Jedi leapt at her his weapons bared. Tegan well aware of her surroundings despite the Chaos squeezed her right fist, as she did so a large water pipe that ran part of the cooling system in this part of the Mercy burst and a lot of water rained down around the immediate area. As it rained inside the hanger time began to slow around Tegan as the force speed up her movements.


There was seventy percent chance by her quick mental calculation that her attacker’s sabers were not insulated against heavy water influx. A calculated risk as most force users did not for see a future where they would have to deal with possible water damage. An educated guess as Tegan pivoted on her right foot and side stepped away to avoid collision of bodies. As she did so her mind crown connected to the fire suppression system aboard the Mercy and triggered even more water across the hanger it was now raining indoors.


As Starlin Rand got so close to her, she briefly caught a feeling of his aura and oh that was interesting. She had felt this one’s mind before, on Ossus when her web had touched him and many others. It caused her orange eyes to flash brightly behind her mask and a wicked smile to cross her face. As she looked quickly to the child being moved on the repulsor slab, then to Syd Celsius and then back Starling Rhand.


“Oh, you want to save the wee blue babe.” Her tone oddly soft but mocking on the very edge of laughter as she spoke. Tegan gestured with her left towards the child. “Then by all means take him, take him to safety.” She looked to Syd just briefly if only they could see the expression behind the mask it would be clear Tegan was playing with them as she was grinning from ear to ear as she spoke. The two scarred men stepped away from the slab as Tegan sent them a mental image to do so. Tegan placed her hands behind her back casually, though there were two of them and both powerful in their own right the ancient being Darth Sokar, Child of Ice, Betrayer of Sith, Exiled Witch, Fallen of the Krath, Sorcerer of Rhand, and the self-proclaimed Goddess of Destruction Tegan Starfall seemed calm and almost uncaring as water rained down on her and everyone else.

 

[Alais Kaun [DECEASED]]

​

1LT. Alais Kaun
Hell Frozen Over
Allies: Aerarii Tithe / Enedina Tal / DECEASED Erskine Barran / FN-999 / Tyrell Lockhart
Foes: Lirka Ka / The Mongrel

Spoiler: Equipment

Armour:​

• X-02A2 Powered Combat Armour

Weaponry:​

• Melee:​
  • KXV-VBS-01A 'Streiter' Vibroblade.
• Ranged:​
  • KXR DSP-61x Hybrid Pistol.​
  • REC-DC/03 Modular Particle Blaster Rifle; Viperwasp Pattern.​
• Thrown:​
  • Concussion Grenade.
  • CryoBan Grenade.
  • Thermal Detonator.

It looms above...

Men of Galidraan shout through the three ranks of neat Imperial concrete trenches, Alais a Galidraan-Corellian national was born and raised on the world though she left for Corellia and never looked back. Galidraan's aristocracy and nobility were simply unbearable though she found the soldiers from Dunwall tolerable, they reminded Alais of her mentor Berach Ulrand.

The glowing eye lenses of Alais' helmet crane skywards and there is hangs ominously above the surface of this frozen world any natural beauty. Peering above the palisade's precipice.

Towering above the other infantry in their signature white armour. Alais, wearing the colossal and protective Apex Manufacturing Powered Exoskeleton. An entire company of specially-trained commandos wearing this Exoskeleton are interspersed through the contact trench.

Alais knows them all and she watches the hordes of scum and monsters charge across the plain, many would die today. The weight of despair pulls at the young woman's bottom lip, overwhelmed at the undulating tide of blackest filth and scavenged war machines that move across the narrow plain of snow and ice.

The Imperials had the terrain advantage, but could they hold their position against a monstrous and seemingly tireless foe? Alais doubts it but she would tell none of her thoughts, it was time to lead. Looming above a crew-served heavy repeating blaster in her powered exoskeleton. "Stay focused and remember your training." Alais had no bravado or psychotic bellicose cry of war, only the composure of a consummate professional who is yet barely keeping her anxiety and dread concealed.

 

[Roudac Gannan]

​

FIV RESURGENT​

SHIELDS (100%)​	HULL (100%)​
██████████​	██████████​

SPECIALIZED SYSTEMS: ■■ Destructor Beam Cannons ■■ Interdiction Field Generators ■■ Predator Int. Drive ■■ Crystal Grav Trap STATUS TRAVELING THROUGH HYPERSPACE...​

FLEET VESSELS​

BATTLE DIVISION 1​ • Resurgent Star Destroyer | 100% - 100% • Supremacy Star Destroyer | 100% - 100% • Maxima-A Heavy Cruiser | 100% - 100% • Gladiator Assault Cruiser | 100% - 100% • Raskova Heavy Corvette | 100% - 100% • CR90 Sisa-class Corvette | 100% - 100%

BATTLE DIVISION 2​ • Resurgent Battlecruiser | 100% - 100% • Resurgent Battlecruiser | 100% - 100% • Matsushima Battlecarrier | 100% - 100% • Seawolf Heavy Frigate | 100% - 100% • CR90 Sisa-class Corvette | 100% - 100% • CR90 Sisa-class Corvette | 100% - 100%

ESCORT FLOTILLA 1​ • Falchion Bastion Cruiser | 100% - 100% • Lancer II Defense Frigate | 100% - 100% • Lancer II Defense Frigate | 100% - 100% • Raider II-Class Corvette | 100% - 100% • Raider II-Class Corvette | 100% - 100% • CR90 Sisa-class Corvette | 100% - 100%

CARRIER DIVISION 1​ • Matsushima Battlecarrier | 100% - 100% • Taskmaster Escort Carrier | 100% - 100% • Taskmaster Escort Carrier | 100% - 100% • Taskmaster Escort Carrier | 100% - 100% • CR90 Sisa-class Corvette | 100% - 100%

FIELDED STARFIGHTER SQUADS​ • TIE/fo Fighter | x10 (120 fighters) • TIE Bomber | 00x Squadrons • TIE Brutes | 00x Squadrons • TIE/wh Fighter | x5 (60 fighters) • TIE/vn Elites | x5 (60 fighters) • TIE/wi Elites | x5 (60 fighters) • A-9b Prowler | 00x Squadrons

EN ROUTE TO CSILLA > MID CSILLA SYSTEM
Bridge of the FIV Resurgent

Allegiant General Gannan stood on the bridge of the FIV Resurgent, his dark uniform impeccable in appearance, with his gloved hands clasped behind his back. Within the confines of the Super Star Destroyer, he watched the blue-white flashes of hyperspace, as the first fleet from the First Order approached the location of a surprisingly large - and sudden - battlefront above Csilla. There were numerous factors to consider, but until the fleet arrived in-system, there was little that could be done to prepare that hadn't already.

There had been an emergency transmission sent by the Chiss Ascendancy, repeatedly, until confirmation had been sent in response. The message had been sent up the chain of High Command from another Chiss, who served in the First Order currently, and the information had been concerning. The details had outlined a large invasion force, which included a military station being present, and the command had been given to mass the first fleet and assist the Chiss in defense of their region. It was expected, after all, as the Chiss Ascendancy had helped dramatically against the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium and beyond...

And the First Order will not abandon allies.

Gannan thought to himself, as the hyperspace timer continued to countdown. The battle to come was going to be bloody. It was going to be messy. It was going to be hell. And so, the flagship best suited to delivering its own brand of hell was the FIV Resurgent, one of the more recent vessels completed by First Order shipyards, and a Star Dreadnought in its own right. Fitted to the teeth with armaments and shielding, it would help carve a slice through the reported force that had arrayed in Chiss Space, above Csilla.

"Lieutenant," Gannan said as he turned to look at the human nearby. The young woman saluted then approached. "Double check that all crew are in a state of readiness. All boarding and troop transports are pre-flight checked and able to launch immediately. Starfighter squadrons, also."

"Yes, General," She said with a nod, as she began to tap on a datapad she held. "All groups and divisions report green across the boards. Secondary checks are underway as we speak. Any additional vessels that join us have been given our arrival data and will meet at the assigned rendezvous."

"Excellent, thank you," The Allegiant General nodded. He appreciated when his subordinates took the initiative. "That will be all for now. Prepare to exit hyperspace."

"Sir, reversion to realspace in two minutes," On cue, the navigation officer spoke up from the advanced navicomp panels. "Any navigation changes, sir?"

"No, bring us out near sector six-nine-three-zero-zero," Gannan said without pause. "Close enough to be ready before we're involved, but not so close that we risk hitting whatever is waiting for us above Csilla. Thank you."

The navigation officer nodded, then turned back to his consoles. The General walked over toward the command area for starship systems, as he looked at the Chiss in charge of the shielding and weapon power systems, and the team he oversaw. The red-eyed alien looked over and nodded. "General, all systems are nominal, we are functioning at one-hundred percent, and I have started the power sequencing so we will have maximum shielding on entry to realspace."

"Excellent, Lieutenant Quell," The tall commander said with a hint of a smile. He added. "As usual."

"Reversion to realspace in five, four, three, two," Navigation announced, before the mottled blue of hyperspace condensed into long white lines, then further into the pinpricks of stars. "One!"

"Shields powered up!"

"Weapons systems nearing full power, launchers and broadside armaments loaded and ready!"

The Allegiant General stalked toward the front of the bridge, as he looked through the viewports at the chaos around Csilla. The FIV Resurgent, as well as a dozen or more First Order vessels appeared in the system. Mixtures of cruisers, frigates, star destroyers and carrier craft. Gannan activated the ship communications system and spoke:

"Today we fight for more than the Chiss, for Csilla. Today we fight to stop this Brotherhood of the Maw from threatening other species and worlds, so they cannot continue to blaze destruction across this part of the galaxy. Today... we kick them back to that rock of a planet they call home! Firing solutions incoming, prepare to unleash hell right back on them all!"

Ahead, a sea of targets began to roll in over the sensors. Some were hidden, baffling the initial scans, but quick work from the targeting crew had them using alternative triangulation methods that fed into processing brains and cognitive processors that handled most of the trajectory data. The FIV Resurgent was a warship, it was made to destroy opposition, and today it would do just that alongside the fleet that joined it. Ahead, Gannan saw what had to be the military station...

It looks like that one, from centuries ago. This doesn't bode well. We're on a timer...

"Sir, we have IFF transponders from all kinds of factions," Sensor officer reported. "Galactic Alliance, Chiss Defense Fleet, New Imperial Order... sir, even the Eternal Empire."

Eternal Empire? Hm.

"Allocate each military force present by relation to the Maw, and maintain precautionary trajectory data on the Eternal Empire," Gannan said swiftly, as he looked over to the officer who spoke. "Open communications with allied forces in the system, alert them to our presence, and tell them that the First Order is here to do its part. And launch the Resurgent's starfighter support."

Klaxons began blaring, transports and smaller craft began launching, flying from hangar bays across the First Fleet with the likely intention of microjumps as needed. Due to being outside of the largest enemy vessels, there were limited options as to firing potential. Across the General's command console, information began to scroll, as he saw the targeting data for the Fatalis-Class Star Dreadnought... it was a large vessel, brimming with weapons, and the design was familiar to the First Order's Allegiant General.

It was reminiscent of the Supremacy, an older First Order Dreadnought design.

Interesting...

"Relay orders: Battle Division One, stay on the Resurgent, you will maintain battle lines with the vessel. Battle Division Two, stay behind our line, you will provide long range weapons and reinforcement support. Escort Flotilla, you will remain on the Resurgent's flanks, provide cover from any elements that try to get behind us and Carrier Division prepare to launch fighter squadrons and provide ranged support when ordered. We work together, we win together!"

There was movement from the entry of the bridge, to which Gannan turned and saw an individual approaching. He nodded his head, in greeting, and then waited for her to arrive before he spoke in a low, but firm tone. Beyond the viewports, the battle before the FIV Resurgent and its fleet was getting closer and closer, several hundred parsecs away...

"Welcome to the front lines. It's going to be one for the history holos, that's for sure."

First Order: Brec Gannan | Caio | Charlotte Reed | Juliana Alderdice | Karisa | Korynn Sol-Syna | Matma Bernu | Natasi Fortan | Rahmmon Barkai | Rolf Amsel | The Major | Matt the Radar Tech
Allies: Teica Giraan | Constantine Oliva | Albrecht F. Herlock | CETCOM | Defenders
Enemies: Brotherhood of the Maw | Tu'teggacha | | Aldo Garrick | Talon Kyber | Derix Tirall | Attackers

Engaging: N/A​

 

[Kaleleon]

LOCATION: Csilla Ground
OBJECTIVE: Hold the Line
ALLIES: Open?
ENEMIES: The Mongrel

Blaster fire, Slugs, and weaponry were fired upon myself and Narma. I did the best with what I had. I wanted to not waste energy trying to defend against everything and in all directions. Keeping the shield in the direction of which the fire was coming from. For a battle like this, it was best to conserve strength, than waste it all in one swoop. Doing so, would only mean your end. However, it seemed any form of possible diversion that I could have had with the other troopers, was gone. At first it was just a mild and small pain to my right side. I could feel the gathering of the force in waves. A wave pulling back into low tide, as a signal that something much larger was coming.

The heavy pounding breathing of Narma was easy to hear with the beats of her paws hitting the ground. Closing quite a bit of distance with haste. Bounding and leaping over whatever obstacles that may have been in the way for a speeder, or a tank. But when the firing of rounds seemed to lessen suddenly, I knew I was being aimed at. This inkling. This fear of the low tide hit me hard.

The confirmation of this was met with a multitude of rockets and anti-armor weapons were fired upon me. A shake of the head. Knowing I would have to use even more energy now to stop these. A mere shield wouldn't do. The blue barrier went down for a moment. A couple blasters smacking into Narma. I knew she could take a couple with her natural bone plating, but she wouldn't be able to last in a Hailstorm of fire. Opting to change the power I used to affect everything. A field directed in front of us like a cone. Invisible at first, but slowly taking shape as the bolts, slugs, and even the rockets began to slow down. While not stopped, they were dramatically slowed to such a degree, that we would be long passed their trajectory by they time they could hit us.

Their leadership, or someone who commanded troops saw me coming. They knew my intentions. Coming completely alone, on just a mount? It was a one man offensive meant to get past as fast as possible. So firepower would be directed at me. Afraid of this, It was a risk I was willing, and did take.

"Show them the meaning of Faster than the wind Narma. HASTE!"

While I was mostly talking to myself, the single word of Haste was a clear indication to Narma that speed was of the essence. No matter the rough terrain, or deep the snow, She had to get there now. While I released the projectiles that would now be behind us, I continued to move my "cone" so that further attacks could possibly be prevented. Doing all I could to keep myself and Narma alive while crossing this No-man's land.

 

[Ziroka]

Location: Trenches/Local Landing Zone
Interactions: TBD
Allies: Chiss and Allies
Enemies: Invaders

​

The day had finally come, the end of days. Ziroka just recently graduated, getting into a high position and even getting a crew position on her esteemed cousins ship. She was so young, and now she would have to live with the day of her worst nightmares for the rest of her life. She was so young, she would have a long time to mourn. Too much time. A tear ran down her cheek as she stared up at the sky, the great weapon beginning to blot out the sun, and invaders flying in. Chiss defenses already firing.... but there was just too many to take down before they landed. 'I'm sorry mother, I'm sorry father....' Her parents weren't military, and therefore were ordered to evacuate. Her objective; guard the landing zone until her parents made it to the shuttle she brought down. Protect it from an onslaught of soldiers, hell bent on killing her and everyone else in their way. Hope seemed lost, even with the galaxies armies joining together to defend one little lonely planet, almost seemingly for no reason. Just because it was right. So many faces filled the trenches, faces she never thought she would have seen, together, on Csilla of all places, fighting to protect her and her people... But their enemies were strong.... stronger than anyone could hope to defeat. That was why we needed so many allies, that is why it's going to be a bloody victory, or a hopeful escape.

Time for tears wasn't yet here, but the time for strength, was. "Don't- don't falter, my friends. Hold your positions, this isn't the only shuttle we're guarding!" Just because she was a graduate, didn't mean she wasn't doing her duties already. It came with certain perks, like overlooking a squad. This small squad of four Chiss lined the trenches in front of the shuttle as Ziroka hopped down to join them. The fortification to protect the shuttle was complete, now she had to stick through it while she waited for her parents to get onboard. The evacuation order had numerous shuttles prepped and prepared to retreat, but they would have to go the the blockading orbit above to escape. ( Kanto ) "HQ, this is Officer Ziroka. Shuttle 2AA is ready for passengers, send them out," she sent over the comms to CEDF CIC, knowing her cousin was there. "My squad and I will be hunkering down until the shuttle takes off, then we'll head to you. Don't hesitate to tell me if there's a problem beforehand. Ziroka out." She clutched her weapon and took a breath, weapons fire already began up ahead, and some trenches were being overrun. Close quarters combat was a given here, especially any stragglers pushing past other trenches. However, the hope given to her from seeing the other galaxies finest nearby emboldened her. This was needed.

"Hold!" she yelled as soldiers of BOTM began pushing forward in an onslaught, killing everyone and destroying everything in their path. Ziroka began peeking slightly to lay down suppressive fire while her team were the ones laying down fire to actually grab kills. She was in support, only so that she could be prepared when one of those savage creatures got face to face with her. And get close they did, they made one hell of a charge, trying everything to get past the defenses. There's no way they would risk this much for shuttles.... no, it was for the artillery. One jumped in the trench and killed one of her teammates, Ziroka shrieked as she witnessed it, but another hopped in next to her and caught her off-guard. It threw her to the ground before she could ready her weapon. She dropped her gun and drew her knife as the enemy grabbed her, trying to stop her knife as she struggled. But another teammate fired off a round onto the enemy, and she pushed it off. "Keep this position!" she yelled as she tried to get up as quick as possible, grabbing her rifle and continuing to fire. The other beast was already slain, allies from trenches down the line had it handled. But their position couldn't faulter, she had to get back in the fight. They all knew what they were risking and putting on the line. One man down.​

 

[Adaz]

Objective: 3
Allies: Knights of Ren, Brotherhood of Maw
Enemies: Chiss, Jedi, Enemy Boarding Party, Atlas Drake
Equipment: Blaster, Jagged long spear, short blade, Poison Gas




Under the masked visor what seemed as if a normal Chiss wearing an ancient piece of Nihil headgear. The toxic fumes entered through both sides of the mask adorned to his face. When inhaling the chemicals the now mad Chiss Beserker was left with vision in different colors. Even now the red hallways appeared in all manners of colors. Those poisonous fumes were the result of old techniques being applied once more in modern times, and had now been a favorite method for the young Chiss. "So it has finally arrived at last... The day of reckoning is at hand and all those once corrupt shall die, a moom shall eclipse the sun, bringing death to all good and evil alike."

He had muttered as if the result of the toxins effect on the brain. Such prolonged use had left him seeing things, and be it a manifestation of the Force, or psychological delusions. Even he couldn't say, all he knew was to lkkeep inhaling the gasses. While he wandered about aboard the station. It hadn't been too long since he brought back information needed for the Maw to move in on his own turf. If any of his Chiss brethren were to know about how the Maw managed to find Csilla so quickly. It was all due to a Chiss crew being captured, tortured and save for Adaz, all but executed. Leaving only him to be converted and to show the path that was the Great Journey. After months of being addicted to the poison fumes that he inhaled. He did what they asked, and as the Pathfinder he was brought back to the Battlestation.

As if moving merrily along the hallways in a somewhat eerie fashion. He carried what looked to be a spear with a long rusty blade. Dragging the blade of the spear in a bored way across the walls. He wondered if his fellow Chiss would appear to try and stop what was to come. Little did they know that no matter what they did, they were only prolonging the inevitable. Not as if all that made a difference to him. He relished the thought of mocking his own kind, saying how he brought judgement to them all. For being weak as they were, and have led themelves to ruin. Nothing to show for it, but now with the Maw with a clear vision and to see with open eyes on how they thought that by following natural selection. Csilla would be destroyed but the Chiss to be remade whole.

Despite the ramblings of a madman, he waited on board the station. Ready to see who would board first, and how he would be ready. His blade sharpened, his poison more potent. If need be he would capture rather then kill. If only to expose to them the great vision of the Heathen Priests. But for now all he did was wander, and ever so often through the dim crimson glow, you could hear the insane cackle of a man who was an accomplice to his own world's destruction.