Heart of Darkness (DMed Story)

[Vustia]

Location: Sith Academy
Objective: Find other people
Allies: Sith

She didn't know why she had decided to walk again, she was determined to leave everything lone and just sit down. But she continued walking anyway. Something seemed to call her towards it, the giant pillars of Ice surrounded her and she didn't like how cold it was out here but moved on anyway. She looked for any sign of life near her because of how incredibly bored she was, yet as she continued forward she couldn't spot anybody, but could anybody spot her?

 

[Druchi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQGhqu3nJrM
Location: The Sith Academy Entrance
Allies: Atheus Vustia Samka DerithMatsu Xiangu Wolf CT-47B Tyger Tyger Mael Ren Thresh Sken Daxton BaneKierel Darth Ophidia Nomar



The Omega. It lay in the sky like a dagger poised over a carcass. The planet was dead, that didn't stop almost every fleet in the Galaxy coming to the dead world to pick at it like carrion. She had been dropped in a special shuttle and had watched the fleets buzz like flies around a rotting corpse. Every explosion had made her wonder just how many millions would die here for this insanity. It was a scale so unimaginable that her brain could barely process it.She had once thought a Star Destroyer was the most terrifying thing the sheer power of it's destructive force enough to level cities and planets. Now she could see them swatted much as she would swat away an annoying fly. And yet despite this it had kept going. It was real and as the ship slowly turned from the carnage to the surface. The explosions in the void lighting up the cockpit and transport area with bright light as thousands of souls burned.

Stormtrooper DZ-921 stood at the side of the cloaked individuals. She had been given strict orders to obey them whatever they were. She knew they were force wielders and she tried to keep her own quiet terror at the thought of them reading or destroying her mind below surface level. What wars in all of creation required warriors like these? Her thoughts turned to the temple. She had her answer.

Everything here had felt wrong from her orders after the awards ceremony to the landing. Everything was out of place. The giant statues loomed above like great angry gods. Ready to squash them like ants beneath their boots. The entire planet emanated something that made her body on predator alert. Her eyes felt close to watering with fright and the hairs on the back of her neck may as well have been spikes. Nothing felt right here. Kierel being here had every sense in her body almost screaming at her to return. To flee back into the transport and get as far and as fast away from this evil and chilling place as fast as she possibly could. To sod looking back and not stop running till she ran out of Galaxy to run. It was taking a great deal of willpower to resist that primal emotional urge. She did not want to be another dead body on the dead world.

Kierel thumbed her scanning equipment. Officially that was what she was here to do. To get as many readings of the complex and as much information for the military as she could. Unofficially she was sure any military personal were really here so the generals could have some stake in the operation and not leave it all up to the Supreme Leaders secret agents. The readings were a blur of information but they no doubt would be dissected later. Off in the distance the sound of blaster fire as a ship that looked like it had jumped straight from the history books a YT something or other careened around. She watched it distantly before returning her attention to the mysterious figures who seemed to debate the goings on before ushering her and the others in. At this her scanner suddenly started spiking, the gigantic gateway shuddered as the doors skidded open. The darkness within was unnatural and seemed to swallow her blasters torch and helmet low light vision much in the way light is lost to a blackhole. As she stepped through the floor made no noise. This should have been well defended and kept but instead it was quiet. Kierel Ortis felt the presence of something malevolent peering over her. Something in her thoughts told her that she was being eyed the way a pack of predators eyes young prey.

She gripped her blaster and stayed close. Not for the first time regretting her career choice.

 

[Drogh]

Allies: Mandos, Black Sun etc.

Drogh stood on a tall ice peak, overlooking the Voracion Citadel, and seeing the madness below. It seemed pathetic really, everyone knew how this was going to end. The Sith would loose, yet the real question was whom and when will some one get that superweapon? Drogh wasn't close to the conflict, the harsh whipping wind was smashing it's self against his skin, yet his cloak did some to help him, his metal mask had gone cold and began to freeze his face. Yet despite this, Drogh wasn't going to go down there, keeping a distance from the battlefield and the general madness from below.

The Voracion Citadel was going to be stormed, whom would do it? Drogh coundn't tell, there was a new faction on the scene, with crude and yet adavnce tech, bizzare almost. The sight was interesting, very interesting. The Mandos a simillar sight to see, was resuring. Drogh would do as he usually did, he would wait, in the cold perhaps but he would wait and watch, see who would die and see who would win. And when the ashes are smelt and the dead bodies rise and pile up, and the warmongers have gone and the insane sith are all dead, Drogh will rise and take what he wants.

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Location: Approaching the Strip Mines
Objective: Find an old friend
Allies: [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] any light siders.

After landing his Defender-Class Light Corvette, The Ancient Outsider, Xiarr began to make the long hike to the Strip Mines. The first thing he noticed was how scrambled the signatures where, light and dark, they all mixed together. The cold winds of Castameer blew in his face as he made the trail, Xiarr always had his hands on his lightsabers just in case to be prepared for unforeseen events, he was paranoid like that for as long as he could remember. Xiarr looked into the sky to a huge station, Omega, apparently the One Sith were too stubborn to truly die off, and in good ol' sith fashion, they made a superweapon. After walking for some time, he stumbled upon the corpse of a young girl in the rubble, well Xiarr didn't know for sure she was dead, but it was likely. Xiarr had just remembered that Slave Labor was very common on Castamer, great. Couldn't the galaxy at least move on from slavery,or was that too hard to do because people would have to work for a change?

After ranting to himself about the conditions of the galaxy Xiarr could see the strip mines. Now, he could make out the force signatures more clearly. He recognized a few signatures and made his way toward them. When he entered the mines, he saw a crowd of other light sliders like him. He then continued to make his way to his old friends.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEm0AjTbsac

 

[Lyth Meran]

Lyth leaned out of her cabin and looked over to the new commer.
" Sup?" she addressed him wiping the vomit off of her mouth.
" look what's the situation? i need to get my head straight. " she asked re dawning her goggles and running a diagnostic check.
" Look anyone need a kit check before i get mr Skev together? " she offered





Arisa Yune Claire Ouron Rasu Gan Lyth Meran Joshua DragonsFlame Celiana Jakkor Kesshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11761-jakkor-kess/ , Xiarr Sair , RC-506 Lock Viktoria Kess

 

[Choli Vyn]

LOCATION: Strip mines
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: Gather up and move out
ALLIES:
Immediate Vicinity: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Raeya Papanoida"] [member="Zark"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]
Nearby:[member="Kira Vaal"]

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"Aye Captain," Was said with a rather sheepish sound to @Zark. Just then another came up, [member="Dax Fyre"]. At his comment she gave a small gesture of her gloved hand, a slight grimace coming to her as she said, "I"m good, i'm good!"

Kinda.

"I've my weapon," It was a Moph gun. More of a powerful stun blaster than anything really dangerous. Along with the general med-kit and standard issue pilot gear in the event of a crash. Coming to her feet, Choli drank the rest of the brew and offered a thanks to @Tiland Kurtun.

"Thank you... umm.. what's your name?" she asked, brushing the drying blood away from her cheek with the back of her hand. Around her, they were looking towards a potential leader of the group. Just what was the plan?

 

[Raziel]

[SIZE=14pt]CONTROL STATION 1, STRIP MINES, CASTAMEER[/SIZE]​

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Spoiler

[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Zark"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Galen Adina"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Jaster Starfallen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Raeya Papanoida"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Effie Duanna"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Jatt Cath"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

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The Foreman was raised from his slumber by the sound of knocking on his door. The tempo of the knock, the volume, the timbre of the sound. All of these were coldly analysed, dissembled into their constituting parts and turned into a deduction. The guards were worried.

“COME IN,” he called as he drew himself up from his resting point.

The door slid open. The room had been dark, but the open door only seemed to cast murky shadows rather than provide any real illumination. The Foreman himself was providing as much light now that he was active. On the edge of the mines where the control stations were, near the spaceports, there were in fact some deeper excavations. The machinery kicked up so much dust here that very little sunlight ever reached them.

None cared for the safety of the works, least of all the Foreman. If it hadn’t been for the spaceport he would have churned up so much dust the miners would have been forced to wear breathing masks. As it was the atmosphere only reduced their expected lifespan down to around forty years. Perfectly acceptable as far as he was concerned. They weren’t much use in the mines beyond middle age anyway. The atmosphere didn’t bother the Foreman.

“Several craft have landed in and around the mines.”

“AND?”

“Well… should we keep the workers back in their camps?”

“CERTAINLY NOT. THE INVADERS ARE THE CONCERN OF THE SOLDIERS. TURN THEM ALL OUT OF THEIR BEDS AND GET THEM WORKING.”

“But we could lose some in the fighting?”

The Foreman twisted his head to look down at the human guard, mimicking a confused expression as he focussed his optics. “YOUR CONCERN IS NOTED. WE SHALL MOVE THE SLAVES IF A SIZABLE FORCE LANDS. THEY ARE LIKELY MOVING FOR THE PORT. IT IS UNLIKELY THEY WILL BE FREEING A HUNDRED THOUSAND SLAVES. WE HAVE THE CONTROL COLLARS FOR THAT. PRODUCTIVITY IS ALL THAT MATTERS. PUT THEM… TO WORK.”

There were few guards to get in the way of those moving through the enormous mining operation. The Sith did not require many. From the towers they monitored the activities and vital signs of all the slaves through their control collars. The Foreman and his underlings would be among them to direct their efforts, but some slaves - denoted by their orange uniforms - were delgated greater responsibility in exchange for greater food rations. If a slave was not working hard enough, they were shocked. If a slave attempted to leave the mines the collar would terminate them.

If a slave reported that their co-workers were not working hard enough or spotted any suspicious activity they were rewarded with double rations for a week.

The woud-be heroes would likely have to pass through the shanty towns and would probably witness the conditions the slaves were kept in. They might even witness them being turfed out to complete a double shift to deal with a drop in production.

Would it pay to investigate further and find a way to free them now?​

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Would the logical choice be to put aside emotions and press on to stop the greater threat to the Galaxy: Omega?​

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After all what are a few thousand slaves to the safety of trillions?​

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Unknown Passage - Sith Academy
ALLIES: [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
ENEMIES: None yet.

An impressive string of expletives rocketed across her mind for just a second as the man she’d been trying to contact disappeared over the side of one of the less forgiving lips of the slope. Had she been more inclined she might have sighed at her lack of tact - really, she should have known by now most people reacted poorly when you just showed up in their head unannounced. She followed downwards though at a decidedly more controlled clip. As she did so she felt the thread of someone else attempting to make contact with her mind. Before Matsu had found her love of sith sorcery she’d been a pure mentalist first and foremost. To feel someone pressing up against her fortress was unique and her kneejerk reaction was to force him out, but eventually the needle opened and they were connected in that, at least.

She could sense no panic in the other man when he responded - he even gave her something like humor. Refreshing.

“Yes,” she answered just as she slid the last few meters to drop to her feet near him at the passage’s entrance. Air somehow more frigid

than the temperatures they stood in billowed out of its dark innards. “Matsu Xiangu,” she offered to the stranger, along with her hand to shake if he wanted it before getting right down to business.

She probed for anything dead she might awaken within but felt nothing immediate - only skeletons like those broken on the slope. There was nothing living either, at least nothing that wasn’t hiding from her search for thought and feeling. But the malignance that darkness gave off was a creature of its own, its fingers clawing at her pale throat even before either of them took a step within its darkness. And when they did she felt its weight. She expected it to start whispering to her in the way the dark side always felt like her closest friend - but it didn’t. It was as silent and distant as the rest of the world, suddenly deaf even to the sounds of her own breathing. She kept one hand on the wall as they traveled downwards to help counter the chance of slipping on the ice underfoot, the other igniting her lightsaber for a source of light in an otherwise dark world.

It was eerie to see it glow to life without a hint of its quintessential ‘snap-hisssssssss’...

When she ‘spoke’ again it was just a murmur in his head, afraid to miss something around them if she was any louder. “The tunnel splits. Left or right? I can feel nothing, dead or living, in either direction. But that does not mean nothing is there.”

 

[Riven Black]

Location: The Strip Mines, Just outside the walls of a Shantytown.
Allies: Heroes.
Nearby: Probably Jedi, Anyone that cares...
Enemies: TBD
Gear: The ways of Kro Var and his Fiber corded Lightsabers.
Representing: Commenor, Mainly Himself.
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It had been weeks since he got the report. Dealing with the scariest to the smallest of forming alliances throughout the galaxy made him a man of numerous people. He was a peculiar fellow, with a knack for saving lives. It had come to his surprise that a convergence of every potential faction in the galaxy had rushed to the steel structure that neatly slanted above the planet of Castameer. Clearly according to the reports everything in them was true. His information was supplied by other factions and when he read the Log from his own underlings on Commenor, he made his way out into space.

Riven Black was now a figure head for the president of Commenor, [member="Lady Kay"]. As a Foreign Minister, many saw him as a simple bureaucrat, this was a common misconception. His talent in the arts of the Kro Var ways was unsettling, prodigy level if there ever was one. Known for their primal ways, Riven refused the teachings of the darksides' cruelty. That wasn't why he had hopped on a ship and came to put a stop to a new encroaching force beyond his Minister walls. The Log had a name for it, the steel weapon that stared him back in the face, thousands of ships sprawiling to make there way to the surface of the planet. They called it "Omega."

It was highly capable, of what; no one quite knew. It was a giant, wrapped in mystery. The sheer size of it made Riven question it's use. Regardless he would have to leave the Omega, to the others. Republic ships poured in along side his, provided by the Commenor Minister of Defense, [member="Crucifere Sin"]. While he came on his own accord, he had to. It was his job to know what threatened, not only Commenor, but the galaxy at large. His striving determination, made him a hero, but to him it was the right thing to do. One thing bothered him, the currents of the air shifted as Riven approached the swarming ships ahead, an evil thin layer of the force slicing at the currents around him.

"Grogg, take us in. Remember as close to the Strip Mines as possible without being gunned down. I will save those slaves, if it's the last thing I do..."

It was clear that already a few hundred ships had made it through the buzzing destruction that incited above Castameer, the tiny specks of colored energy, ripped through the blackness of space. It was amazing how such destruction, was so peaceful in the confines of space. The ship rattled as a large explosion wavered the ship to the side, a small trajectory change and Grogg had them back on track. Beams from their own ship tore through metal that came into their view. Smaller ships that tried to surprise them were torn asunder by the vast majority of the allies behind them. In essence it was out of luck that they squeezed through and slid into the cracks of Castameer's viciously cold atmosphere.

"Bundle up, boss. Looks like we got ourselves a cold one." Grogg said, a slight chuckle escaping his mouth as he set her down softly.
"Good Job, Grogg, now I just need to find a way in there." Riven said, pointing towards a large thick wall, concealing the activity within the walls of a Shantytown, according to the information provided back home on his desk.

Riven leaned over the shoulder of Grogg and scanned the area, there were others also stacking against the side walls of the Strip Mines. Jedi, Soldiers and even others that were like him, fighting for a bigger reason then the likes of their faction. While he would try and make this a benefit for Commenor, his first priority was getting rid of the threat and saving the slaves of Castameer.

"Looks like we are late, Grogg keep her warm, I might be sending a batch of slaves your way. If I do I want you to get them out of here. Don't worry about me, if I take too long after your leave, send for another ship, be careful and keep an eye out." Riven stepped out of the cockpit before turning back towards Grogg one last time. "One more thing, you still owe me a 1,000 credits."

Riven smiled, making his way to the exit. The frigid grasp of the air struck him, his lungs pressed hard against nature of it. The shine below showed icing, if it came to a fight on such a surface, it could end badly for a lot of the valiant warriors trying to find a way in. Looking around he spotted a few people in the distance, the others nearby also talking, trying to find an area of assault. Walking along the edges of the wall he waited, unsure if he should included himself in others crusades. Either way, there was no backing out. He'd get what he came for, the wind around him rose his fists clenching out of anticipation. Soon they'd all be in the heart of the Darkness...

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Strip Mines.
Current Objective: Double Time.
[member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Zark"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Raeya Papanoida"]

And then it appeared like Choli Vyn was fine.

Nothing to worry about then.

He poked his tongue into the corner of his mouth as he thought. So what was the plan? He looked around at the assorted group before he said, "Let's get going," simple and easy words to start off with. Better to just push on that standing around like sitting ducks. That didn't achieve anything. "We aren't doing our job standing around," he said.

Maybe he said that too coldly.

Maybe he should've used other words, but time was of the essence. That was the pretext Aerion had lived with since he could actually remember having a purpose. To do things with a purpose. If he was going to be somewhere, he was going to be there.

And he was on this planet.

With a purpose.

He just hadn't figured out what it was, not entirely.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Location: Outside Sith Academy -> Within Sith Academy
Allies: None
Potential Allies: [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: Fool the other Darksiders/Examine left doorway

So far my plan of working my way to the entrance from an angle had been successful, I didn’t even think any of the other darksiders had noticed me. My temperature blended in with the environment would easily make someone look over me if they were going off thermal. However, as I crossed a small hill of snow I looked down to the entrance to see four beings standing before the gateway as though they were its keepers. Quickly ducking behind one of the eidolon’s I looked down examining those waiting. I had no clue who they were, but so far not one being had been shown to be defending the academy. Why was that? When battles were waged all around the planet why was the Sith academy so calm? Perhaps the individuals below were just waiting for the doors to open? Either way I had to be cautious how I entered. A lightsaber in the back was not how I preferred my life to come to an end.

Looking up and examining the massive eidolon I stood behind I patted it. The stone was literally layered in ice. Not surprising considering the environment we were in. Who were these individuals that the monoliths had been modeled after? What importance did they hold, but no amount of knowledge came from me examining it. With a heavy sigh I turned away from the thing eyes widening. When had the door opened? I certainly hadn’t heard it, not even a gust of wind being pulled in had been heard. What sorcery was going on in this academy? Well it was time to find out. I had to enter, but make myself seem to not be a threat to the others of the dark that had gathered.

Pulling out my flask I took a long hard swig from it, had to make the act believable of course. Its called method acting. Taking my first step off the snowy hill I tumbled, on purpose where I came to a stop at the bottom before the four individuals that had stood before the doorway. “Why hello my furry friend!” I bellowed out to the Defel. I hadn’t seen one in my entire lifetime but the rumors about them always spread. “I’m sure we’re all here for the same reason?” I asked rocking back and forth as though I could barely keep my balance. Nodding to the doorway I smiled. Not even waiting for an answer I yelled “Follow me!”

Each step up the staircase leading to the opening had been deliberate. Planned, even the trip at the final step where I landed facefirst on the ground had been planned. All to make the act look better. I didn’t want them following me, nor did I want them thinking I was a threat. Just some petty darksider that would end up dead. Standing I dusted myself all and finally entered the building.

The first thing I noticed upon entering was how my boots made no sound as I stepped across the floors. Another was the tightening in my throat. It was as though my mouth had been sewn shut. If I was smart I’d turn around now, but no it was too late for that. The main entryway was quite dull however, they could’ve at least done some better renovations. A quick examination of the room and I noticed the doorways on each side of the grand staircase. Of course many that practiced the darkside lacked patience and would take the direct route. I on the other hand wanted to see what this academy could offer. Making my way to the left doorway I latched on to it. What’s behind door number one?! I thought at the time.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Voracion Citadel
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | Mandalorians & Company.
Enemies: Rogue Sith
Objective: Infiltrate and Destroy the Omega

Charlyra looked over the two shoto lightsabres in her possession. She could feel every line of electromagnetic energy in this place, and her eyes could see it - the currents that flowed through the force. Electrical currents that stood out like threads. Threads she could pull if she so desired, or had the energy to do. She recalled Ruusan, she recalled how quickly she ran out of her own reserve. "I am ready, Master." She was not afraid, and she would not yield for these Sith - once unleashed the Firebird would become the weapon she knew she could be. Magenta-hued eyes turned and acknowledged with a bow. The aura around the citadel was not unlike Ruusan, not unlike the sickening perversion that had come to Kessel - in fact, it was deeper. Darker - and there was a hunger. Charlyra who now walked the edge between the light and the dark in her mind began to recite a new code, her lips did not say these words.

There is passion, yet emotion. ​

There is Serenity, yet peace. ​

There is Chaos, yet order.​

There is no Dark Side. ​

There is no Light Side. ​

There is only the Force.​

I am the wielder of the flame, the protector of balance.​

I am the holder of the torch, lighting the way. ​

Keeper of the flame, soldier of balance.​

I am the balance, I am the Force. ​

I am the Fire Order.​

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They would get in, and for the moment it seemed the advancing units of Mandalorian and company were drawing attention away from them. "Perhaps we might find these Mandalorians and align our strategy with theirs?" It was a suggestion, "or perhaps we can find our own way in." They were clever enough to figure their own way in, but if they were to infiltrate they would have to do so now and fast. Time was not on their side.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Location: THe Strip Mines
Objective: Free the people
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] , [member="Xiarr Sair"] , [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Viktoria Kess"]

Matsu looked at Joshua when he was strolling up to her and she had been remaining calm as well it wasn't a bad thing but she was also extreamely focused and one fo the few jedi she knew who really did know how to lock away emotion and panic in the middle of a battle like this. It was heated, it was prepared and she looked at Lyth as the small As-Aki seemed to be worried. "Calm yourself little one, Lyth, listen to my voice and focus yourself. You can do this and what we are doing here will make echoes in the force. We need to stay together, stay focused and start helping who we can. The ship I came in can work to hold them and offer them food and shelter."

She turned with some attention seeing Joshua though as he seemed casual before she was moving towards the mines offering her padawan a small motioned of her head. "We'll head down and start releasing people the probes have mapped an area and can set up themselves as beacons for them to use and head back to the ship." She was moving her fingers over the screen of her datapad and prepared to work on more of it while the drones she had released were moving into an idle position. "Harmony we are going to be sending people to you, get as many as you can and start getting shuttles for the others to be taken up."

They coudl get ships here but getting them safely away was another concern, it would seem a waste to save them from one and lose them in another. She needed to work on that before revealing from the robes her lightsabers on her hip. She had to wait a moment ad then focused on the ground below them stomping one foot to feel the ground and the vibrations to get a better mental image of the mines and where they were going to need to go. "We should hurry, move with haste towards the slaves they have and use your sabers on the locks. Remember to remain calm, we do not want to put them into a panic over the situation nor do we want to invite doubt into our own minds."

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: On foot to the Strip Mines
Objective: Link up with [member="Matsu Ike"] and the rest of the Silver Jedi
Allies: [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Lark"]
Nearby: Any Silver Jedi i forgot.

After hearing the words from his Wife who had confirmed the Force Signatures he felt a strong mix of the light and the dark. There were so many he had never felt anything like it,and it almost seemed that the force was blazing with energy from the two forces. He had never heard of such a huge confrontation or ever took part in such a massive campaign that perhaps wouldn't even compare to the old sith wars of the Old Republic. This would definitely would be yet another historic event that would be most worthy of the archives of the Jedi Order. He was glad to take part in such a Campaign but first thing's first he had to link up with the Other forces,and congregate into a larger strike force to take the mines.

He than turned around and noticed a figure walking towards them,and from the figure moving closer,and closer he noticed it was his Old Friend [member="Xiarr Sair"]. Jakkor smiled beneath his mask,and approached him. He said in a friendly tone. "Ah Xiarr it's good to see you my friend. I'm glad you could make it and take part in the Campaign. It seems the Force works in mysterious ways,and it seems like the force is blazing on this world. So many light and dark side signatures i never felt anything like it before."

Just as soon as he was finished speaking he turned,and saw a young man coming towards the group. He looked wounded,and must have been a runaway slave. He came over towards him,and said. "Who are you young man. Here let me help you." He gently applied his garbed hands to the young man's wounds,and used his Force Healing technique to stop the bleeding and heal them as best as he could. When he was finished he said to him. "I did what i could to stop the bleeding. Come with us you could tell us who you are along the way. We should not be far from any allies,and we could get you proper medical attention if need be."

With that he kept walking,and after passing several hills he noticed a group of Force Sensitives who he had sensed with light side Signatures. He started walking leading the team behind him,and recognized the lot of them as fellow Silver Jedi. He noticed Master Ike,and said to her. "Greetings Master Ike. My Master,and I have arrived with our team,and is awaiting our further objectives,and our next step in this Campaign?"

[media]https://youtu.be/__gLIyeQYDU[/media]

 

[Omega]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GtYYw-Ltig

Voracion Citadel, the 5th Gate

In small groups, in bits and pieces you arrive. The battle rages and thunders around you.

The snowy landscape is rocked by explosions. The cries of wounded and dying fill the air. Burning vehicles and bodies lay scattered.

Many of the Sith have left their defences. You see your chance to push through.

Now is your chance. A section of the defences looks weak. It’s time to storm them. For Mandalore. For Ashira. For your bank account. Anything which gives you faith will be enough.

Darth Kallous

The red lightsabre stood out against the white, as did the robe of the Sith. He had far better things to do than stand behind some trenches whilst the battle went on elsewhere. This Force-blind general was neglecting his talents for leading the charge! He would have a word with her Ladyship about giving a proper leader command. Said proper leader was of course himself.

Suddenly, an enemy appeared. Mandalorians and other scum, coming from the rocks and snow. It was time to deal with the filth.

“Prepare for battle! Open fire!”

You approach the defences (hex 14.10 on this map), but the silence does not hold. Suddenly, Sith soldiers appear at the trenches and open fire! They have blasters, but some have missile launchers. Others use heavy E-Webs to offer heavier fire.

The approaches are not simple. You must attack over the last stretch of open ground and carry the defences.

To make things worse some artillery fire begins to fall. The ground quakes, but you press forward. All you can see are the trenches and behind the Citadel.

Do or die. There is no retreat. Only victory.

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[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Rhan Komo"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Korro Kenyu"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Rylan Thatcher"] [member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Drogh"] [member="Cole Dagos"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="​Nima Tann"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Charlyra Araano"]

 

[Lark]

Current Objective: Convince the Jedi to let him enter the Mines alongside them.

Lark briefly explained his "story," that he was a slave who had managed to escape from the mines. They approached a larger group, and Jakkor, the Jedi who had found him and treated his wounds, explained that there were more medical encampments nearby, before greeting a Jedi named Master Ike. Lark desperately wanted to linger and listen to what the plan was, but at the same time he didn't want to arouse suspicion. No, medical treatment came first. It shouldn't take long to take care of his trivial wounds, and then he could offer his services.

At least for the time being.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Voracion Citadel
Allies: Mandalorians, Team Firemane, [member="Charlyra Araano"], [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: Rogue Sith


Elpsis rolled her eyes to the cloudy heavens and sighed like a somewhat petulant teenager. There were still occasions when she showed episodes of immaturity despite having recently acquired a Master rank. "Yes, Mistress. I'll be careful," she promised when Nima reproached her. Admittedly the Twi'lek had a point. "Let's go hook up with the Mandalorians. Just gotta follow the roar of the basilisks. Come on. For Firemane and the Order," the redhead declared.


Battle raged and thundered around them, small teams were already trying to infiltrate the cavernous fortress that was surrounded by a vile, malevolent aura of darkness. It reminded Elpsis a bit of the ghastly place her father had called home. But Xerexes was dead - and good riddance. Siobhan had slain him, and his daughter had killed him again in the hellish netherworld.


However, their approach could not go unimpeded. Artillery roared, the ground quaked and trembled, stormtroopers poured into the trenches. The air was filled with the staccato of blasterfire and the sound of explosions. Snow, mud and earth was thrown by the explosions, smoke billowed upward into the sky. Various attackers were blasted apart by the artillery strike or repeater fire.


Elpsis had to struggle against the urge to run or seek cover, for there was none to be found here. There was only a path forward, straight into enemy fire. She stumbled and hit the ground as a shell exploded. Fortunately it was not close enough to blow her to bits, but the noise was deafening and left her ears ringing so loudly that it was painful, throwing her into a daze until she was able to focus. "You get a move on. I'm gonna go flying and blind these bitches with fire!" she yelled at her two battle sisters, having to raise her voice to make herself heard over the cacophony of sound.


Then her beskar armour's ARGH-designed jet wings activated and she shot into the sky. Blaster bolts splashed against her armour. While beskar could resist them, her flesh still burnt beneath the suit. Her gauntlets retracted, then there was fire as a sheet of flame rippled from her hands as Elpsis channelled her kindred element and harnessed her inner firemane. Heat surged through her body like wild fire as she directed her fury outward.


The purifying wall of fire would be swept across the last stretches of open ground towards the entrenched soldiers. Her bolter was at the ready and loaded with APEB rounds so that she could snipe soldiers when they were, hopefully, flushed out of cover. Those who stayed put risked being incinerated when they were caught by the telekinetic wave of flame that acted like a broom. Others would be blinded and robbed of vision by the intensity of the wall.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Castameer, near the Strip Mines
Affiliation: The New Republic and her allies
Nearby: [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Raeya Papanoida"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Aerion Ivelisse"], [member="Zark"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Dax watched as the pilot pulled out her blaster...a Morph blaster...the girl ([member="Choli Vyn"]) wouldn't survive with just that.

As another man ([member="Aerion Ivelisse"]) began to speak, saying, "Let's get going" Dax unholstered his DC-15s Sidearm Blaster, gripping it by it barrel and tapped the young pilot's shoulder with the grip. "Take it. Your gonna need more than a stun gun to survive this." he offered.

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Strip Mines.
Objective: Meet up, Free slaves
Allies: [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Lyth Meran"]

Claire nodded when her master spoke. "I understand but wouldn't a place like that be guarded? We could probably brute force our way in if we wanted to but how are we going to get the slaves out safely?"

 

[Werah Unon]

Location: Voracion Citadel
Allies: TE
Enemies: Rogue Sith
Objective: Infiltrate and Destroy the Omega

Werah raced towards the defences, fending of the blaster fire with his saber, and trusting his force shield to protect from the nearby explosions. Still, he was as good as dead if they got a direct hit on him, so Werah tried to move erratically, using his enhanced speed to prevent any troops from getting a clear shot. A huge explosion went off right next to him, and Werah was thrown into the air, breaking his concentration on the shield. "Feth, Feth, Feth!", Werah shouted as he began to plummet back down to the ground. This was going to hurt..

Werah slammed into the ground, and felt his armour crack beneath him. He gritted his teeth in pain, as he tried to stand up. He activaed the beacon for his droid, and Werah was quickly provided with a burst of cover fire around him, while he took a second to recover. Werah reformed his shield, and picked up his blaster. He was almost at the trenches, and hopefully that would stop the danger of artillery. At, least he hoped so...

Werah's image leapt into one of the trenches, and was immediately blown to bits by a remote mine. "Ouch", Werah smiled to himself, as the illusion dissipated. Good thing he had checked first. Summoning all his reserves of power, Werar felt his hands begin to crackle with energy, and his whole body felt ready to burst. Those years training hadn't been for nothing... Werah began to run towards the trenches, and as he did so, his body became a blur, moving faster than seemingly possible. For an observer looking down, it must look like a video sped up, thought Werah, as he left into the trenches, and was satisfied by the lack of an explosion. He began to smile, as he charged at the sith troops, his amethyst blade spinning like a wall of death...