The Sith’ari
In the northern Unknown Regions, the savage Brotherhood of the Maw has seen conquest after conquest. The Croke, the Lugubraa, the Shi'ido, the Gundanbard, the Jin, even the mighty Sorcerers of Rhand, all have either bowed before them or been swept aside by a tide of blood and fire. To the west of the Maw's burgeoning dominion, only a few tiny colonies remain independent, scattered among abandoned and uninhabited worlds. To the east, however, lies a worthy prize: the prosperous agriworlds and well stocked armories of the Chiss Ascendancy, flush with resources that could fuel a great campaign to burn the galaxy and loot the ashes.
At first, the timing for invasion appeared perfect. The attention of the Chiss Expeditionary Defense Force is focused on the eastern edge of Ascendancy space, locked in battle with the New Imperial Order as the Imperials attempt to conquer their well-defended Redoubt. But the Ascendancy, recognizing the myriad threats gathering around its borders, recently issued a summons to Chiss across the galaxy, calling them home in order to strengthen its position. If Chiss Space is permitted to consolidate its strength, the glorious Maw campaign to ravage the Ascendancy's worlds could devolve into years of warfare against each Chiss house in succession.
The Dark Voice desires a decisive conquest, not a gradual, piecemeal chipping away of its enemies.
And so the greatest weapons of the Brotherhood shall be unleashed upon the one place important to all Chiss, regardless of house: their homeworld, Csilla. The Brotherhood aims to destroy the entire planet, cutting off the head of the snake in one swift stroke. With the center of their culture shattered and their Defense Force in disarray, the Chiss will fall to the hordes of the Maw. At the same time, the Brotherhood shall announce to the entire galaxy that a new age is dawning: the Age of Annihilation, in which the old order shall be torn down and the galaxy shall burn. Only then can something new arise from the ashes.
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TODAY on April 1st, 2021, the Brotherhood of the Maw begins an ANNIHILATION of Csilla.
BotM Faction Staff: Kaigann Fossk | Maestus | The Mongrel
Annihilation Duration: April 1st - April 30th
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Attackers | Defenders |
Brotherhood of the Maw
Kainate Sith Eternal Warlords of the Sith Independents | CIS Eternal Empire First Order
Galactic Alliance / Jedi
New Imperial Order Chiss and Independents
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Casualties of War |
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The Brotherhood of the Maw has come, it's vile armada has anchored over the Chiss homeworld of Csilla with the intent of completely eradicating the planet below with a weapon of unimaginable power. The PK-1 "Mercy", a military station equipped with a planet killing superlaser, arrives overhead tabs proceeds to block out the sun in an eclipse signalling the end.
Such a weapon requires time to charge it's raw power, and so the countdown begins. Yet hope is not lost, the FIRST ORDER, the GALACTIC ALLIANCE, the NEW IMPERIAL ORDER, and CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS heed the call, rushing to the defense of Csilla. Fortifications, prefabricated bases, and artillery are brought forth in preparation by the Chiss’s newfound allies against the MAW as the Chiss and their allies engage the MAW fleet, forcing the ENEMY into action.
The Warlords of the Maw respond in kind, calling upon the WARLORDS OF THE SITH, the SITH ETERNAL, and the KAINATE while unleashing a GREAT HEATHEN ARMY upon the landscape of Csilla. Dropping scavenged walkers, speeders, beast mounts, and countless ground units, the Brotherhood brings the fight to the surface in order to draw out the pestilent rats from their underground havens and eliminate troublesome artillery from interfering in the fleet engagements above.
WAR. War comes to Csilla, defensive emplacements, trenches, and barricades litter the frozen tundra as vast armies field on the snow covered battlefield. The End is near, fight in the trenches, dogfight in the skies, dodge hellfire from above and clash against those who would take your glory. Fight for the Light, fight for the Dark! Fight to decide the fate of Csilla as the world crumbles under the weight of TOTAL WAR
The PK-1 "Mercy" Superweapon charges in the space above Csilla, patiently waiting to bring final death to the planet below. The fleets of the galaxy gather, clashing against the assembled Army of Darkness armada gathered alongside the Brotherhood of the Maw.
The weapon is heavily armored and well defended, fight your way to either protect or destroy the unholy weapon fielded by the insane heretics of the Maw before it is too late! Engage in heavy warfare in the skies above Csilla, or in orbit with the armada of the Brotherhood and it's dreaded allies.
The End is Nigh, purge the darkness that blocks out the light or end the facade of peace once and for all.
The Dark Voice and his most wicked allies feed upon the deaths of those who fall on the world of Csilla. These most foul beings consume the essence of the negative emotions left upon the battlefield and empower themselves subtly in the most profane of practices while awaiting the final countdown to ANNIHILATION.
Overseeing the conflict from the observation deck of the SUPERWEAPON, these dark forces use their power of the Dark Side of the Force to influence the battle in anyway they can while sapping all the strength they can from the horrific conflict below. They wait only to watch from their high tower as all life is silenced as Csilla shatters.
A shatterpoint approaches, Agents of Light board the station and engage the Disciples of Darkness in a duel of fates. Jedi and Sith clash in a battle of wills as unseen forces move to take control of the station from the forces of the MAW. Battle falls upon the very harbinger of death itself.
Come aboard and fight within the belly of the beast to either protect or sabotage the SUPERWEAPON before it can fire on the planet below and end the Chiss homeworld once and for all.
Whatever you want to do as Annihilation looms!
The Dark Voice sat motionless in his lofty throne, staring out within the confines of the crimson bathed ‘Chamber of War’ overlooking ravaged Csilla from the outlook view filled with spectacular lights thrown from ship to ship and flowers of fire sporadically dotting the vast void. Throughout the chamber, dozens of holograms depicted the massive ongoing ground war as walkers, fighters, and ground troops rushed for the trenches. The casualty rate was high, both coaltions threw themselves at each other fiercely, staining the snow with blood and ash.
By all accounts, it was hell on earth.
Smoke and smog from the war ridden landscape was spirited away by the subzero winds nipping at each and everyone of them, blanketing the area which suffered from the already darkened skies from the eclipsing superweapon. Explosion after explosion rocked away pieces of the attacking and defending forces as each force unleashed the blunt of their payloads in a battle no longer for just Csilla but of survival. Debris and corpses littered the land, yet the offensive pushed on. The Great Heathen Army would devour all before it in a tidal wave of blood and drive out the pestilent Chiss from their underground havens.
All that death. All that sorrow and pain.
It was delicious.
The Sith Lord and his allies fed upon the deaths of those who suffered under the weight of the terrible conflict. Consuming the essence of the Dark Side of the Force, feeding off of the deaths and negative energy of the wound opening in the Force. Darth Solipsis wore no trappings of the Voice, he sat within his high seat in black robes adorned in red outlining features, he freely showed his true identity to his followers here on this station. His dreaded head piece sat within a sand filled bowl, an adornment for his newest creation to take in his place, his plans coming to fruition.
“There is a great disturbance in the Force.”
His chair spun around to his allies, Dark Lords in their own right, masters of darkness and dread domain. The Elder snarled, “I can sense the gnawing presence of the Light grow near. They come for the weapon at their own peril.”
A decrepit finger pressed down onto the control console as the old Sith leaned in to speak, “Keep up the bombardment, no Chiss leaves this planet alive.”
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