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Invasion Heirs to the Empire | NIO invasion of TSE held Serenno and Ord Radama


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B A S T A R D
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
BATTLE GROUP 'HYDRA'
173rd LEGION | FOURTH COMPANY | TAKA GROUP
SERENNO
Armour | Rifle | Pistol | Sohei | Hammer | Grenades
Company Strength: 96/100

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NO MORE ?'s


As he descended from the skyscraper and to the streets below, his gaze swept across the city. In his minds eye, he imagined the past worlds that the New Order's hand had reached to. The worlds along the Braxant were rich worlds, full of life. And the Sith Empire torched them, lit them aflame so that their enemies would not benefit from the rights of their conquests. Would it be the same here? Where the New Order's reach had grown long, that they delved through the lines of the Eternal to strike at Serenno, and for their arrogance, the world would burn? Doubtful. In Silas' mind, the expectation was closer to that of the events of Dantooine, before his time with the Myrmidons. The arming of the common man to do battle with the stampede that was the New Imperial Armed Forces.

His knees bent when he hit the street, the duracrete cracking underneath the heavy landing. Down the street, a contingent of Sith-Imperials were rapidly approaching. Blaster fire was already lancing down the street towards him. Burnt out speeders littered the streets, transformed into makeshift barricades to stop the advance of the oncoming hordes. Instead of moving to take cover, Silas fired off his own response of plasma charged weaponry. Almost pitiful in comparison to the coming squads, he had no need to last long as the rest of Taka Group descended from the skies amidst their number.

Vibroswords tore swathes through them. Cries of pain were heard, and as Silas' arm dropped with the mounted wrist laser, a singular Myrmidon landed beside him.

"Captain," Silas acknowledged.

"You forgot this," Griff's hands raised, and Silas' helmet dropped down, peering to the familiar weapon in his grasp. His gravity hammer. A tool that he had rapidly become fascinated with after such a short timeframe. With it, the ability to crumple bulkheads and destroy barricades was returned. Eyeing the head of the hammer and down its shaft, Silas reached to Griff's extending hands to reclaim his weapon. Tightening and then accepting the weight of it, he hummed silently, as if in admiration.

"My mistake," he confirmed. The soreness at the back of his head was fading where his helmeted scalp had crashed into the bulkhead before he was thrown out into a freefall. The faintest hints of a grin formed at his lips, and his head bobbed up and down instead as if to reaffirm his mistake. "I saw the Galidraani tanks breaching the perimeter of the city." he said, peering out the peripheries of the helmet to eye the Royal Palace at the top of the nearby mountain.

"I'll lead Taka Group deeper into the city," Silas said, backing away. The hammers shaft raising to drop on his shoulder. "We'll take to the skies," he assured Griff before the jetpack activated again, and he flew upwards. Up and down the street, lights flared as other Myrmidons followed after the Lieutenant at alternating heights. Silas, as he was wont to do, flew at the height of the tallest of skyscrapers, his gaze drawn often to the overarching Palace before he dove down onto another sniper nest.


Allies | NIO | GA | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal Willan Tal | Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter | Halketh Halketh | Enedina Tal Enedina Tal
Enemies | TSE | CIS | Darth Strosius Darth Strosius | Laertia Io Laertia Io | UX-0626 UX-0626
 

Decimus

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Post: 2
Objective: 1
Location: The Royal Palace of Serenno

The Dark Troopers in the entrance hall fought fiercely against the Imperial Knights they faced. These were no simple battle droids, but highly intelligent and capable warriors in their own right. One of their number came under assault a Knight wielding a white bladed lightsaber, raising it's arms in defense, it's Tal'Beskar armor easily enduring the energy blade before it quickly moved to harshly grab the knight by the neck, unceremoniously snapping it in a single, swift motion before tossing his lifeless body aside and unloading a volley of blaster bolts at a squad of troopers.

Decimus himself, however, arrived in the throne room from above, accompanied by another twenty Dark Troopers to reinforce Arctus in preparation for his defense. A long black cloak trailed down his back, helping him stand out from his identical brethren. "The initial vanguard of my Dark Troopers are engaging the enemy in the main entrance hall. As calculated, they are providing fearsome resistance and holding back most of the enemy force. However, as I also calculated, some Knights have managed to slip through. We shall be prepared for their arrival.", he said in a deep, mechanical tone.

Allies: Xeykard | Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar | Raina Demici | Beric Layne Beric Layne | +TSE & Other Allies
Enemies: Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku | Rurik Fel Rurik Fel | Kainan Kainan | Lilith Dooku | Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr | Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo | Detritus Ren Detritus Ren | Dorin Nalju Dorin Nalju | Dorian Sicarrio Dorian Sicarrio | Tiadu Tiadu | Ruek Tast | +NIO & Other Allies
 

Melia Siari

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Location: Moirai, Bridge
Allies: The Sith Empire | Zeradias Mant Zeradias Mant
Enemies: New Imperial Order & Allies | Fiolette Fortan , Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber , Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk , Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana , Gunnar Madine
Objective: Lightning in a Bottle


The sound of stretching latex echoed off of the walls of the captain's quarters, white gloves pulled up the length of the Zeltron's fuschia-tinted arms as she dressed herself for the impending engagement. It had been several months since her last direct contact with the enemy, subordinates under her having taken a more involved role in leadership while she remained with a friend that had been in a state of disarray, however the arrival of the New Imperial Order in the space just beyond Serenno created a situation which forced even the two of them apart. Taking a moment to glance at her reflection in the mirror as she turned towards the door, her piercing green eyes staring daggers back at her, the grim sense of satisfaction with her appearance kept her in her quarters no longer. The door between her quarters and the corridor that led directly to the bridge of the aptly named Moirai slid open with a hiss, the sole sound in an otherwise silent ship - as was to be expected on any ship the Admirallis commanded. The clicking of glossy black heels over steel flooring bounced across the metallic walls of the corridor's interior, the only warning to the Zeltron's approach for anyone in earshot.

It had taken several minutes to make her trek to the bridge and the smear of blue and a void of black stretched across the viewport that overlooked the body of the ship to the command's front like a sampling of modern art awaited her. A rustling of fabric broke the silence as Melia found her seat at the center of the bridge, crossing her right leg over her left as she leaned to her right with an expression of disdain etched into her face. "Status?" She asked, the first time she'd spoken since she'd stepped foot onto the ship some days prior. "As you requested, Admirallis, our task group is a smaller one - the Brand of Thyferra remains held in our capital's orbit. The Moirai is fully manned and prepared to act as the command vessel for this engagement in the absence of an officer above your station, complemented by four destroyers and four cruisers - their designations should be displayed on the hologram to your right." Her communication's officer, one who had been with her since the beginning of her career, answered back. "We should be arriving in system shortly after the conflict has already begun in several more minutes, due to our distance and the difficulty of arranging a straight-forwards jump adding to our time in hyperspace. A holoprojector for the commanding officers of each of the ships in the task group are situated along the flight desk at your front, you may directly address them as necessary rather than route all communications through me - unless you would prefer otherwise." The Mirialan explained, the static flicker of transparent blue lights along the desk that stretched around the Zeltron's seat like a crescent moon clearly being the array she'd been speaking of.

"I will try to make as much use of it as I can, however I am sure that I'll be falling into the habit of asking for your assistance, Officer Reeva." Melia said, her lips curling ever-so-slightly into the faintest of smiles. "I assume I'll still be relying on you to keep us connected with them?" She asked, glancing towards the faint holographic projections that represented that there was no current call or connection made. "That is correct, Admirallis." Reeva confirmed. "Get our ships connected then, I'd rather be worried about a hiccup in tech now than later. Last thing I need is audio cutting out in the middle of orders being made." She said, to which the Mirialan simply nodded and turned to flip several switches that brought the miniature holographic silhouettes of each of Siari's subordinates into focus atop her flight desk. "Fiolla how much longer do we have until arrival?" The Zeltron asked as she waited for the holograms to synchronize, ignoring the sound of static from the other ships' end. "Roughly six more minutes, perhaps less, estimated, Admirallis." The Lorrdian navigator replied, another veteran of the Imperial Armada that had been with the Zeltron and Mirialan since the beginning. "Communications?" Melia asked, referring to the time until a proper connection was established. "Momentarily." Reeva quipped. "Excellent." She said with the start of a stronger smile.

Already the faces of the commanding officers of the rest of the ships in her task group were visible, audio was a little out of sync with their video but that was hardly essential given the preference they all had towards radio communication anyways. "Welcome to the task group Memento Mori, as Admirallis I, Melia Siari, will be your commanding officer for this engagement. As you are all aware in just a moment's time we will be arriving over the world of Serenno. The politics of their people, the desire of our Sith masters, and the whims of the Imperials you will be confronting are not our concerns. Our only concern, and I must emphasize this, is to keep Serenno in Sith hands or make its capture as unappealing as possible in the event that victory becomes uncertain. We are not the Empire's most talented tacticians, we are not being supplied by the best in the Armada for craft, but we must succeed." She said, pausing as she glanced towards Fiolla for confirmation that she still had ample time to continue which came in the way of a subtle nod. "The most senior among you, as you might have noticed, have been placed in command of the four destroyers we have been provided with. The four of you, Trierarch Astarte, Kometes Harthan, Eteelan, and Davani, are to assume an arrowhead formation with the Moirai at its tip. Proreus Reen, Attes, Xel, and Amet, you are each to ensure your Longbows can cover vantage points of longer range weaponry. Those of you who make it out of here alive, assuming any of us do, may find me to be common company - I will be returning to the Brand of Thyferra after this sortie and so will many of you and your crew."

"Exiting hyperspace in fifteen, Admirallis." The Lorrdian to her far left warned, which prompted a nod from the Zeltron as the holographic visages of her subordinates voiced their understanding of her orders. "Then let us revert from hyperspace and bring the fight to our estranged cousins, hm?" She said with a hint of amusement in her voice. Her eyes, on the other hand, were locked onto the smear of blue and white across a canvas of black as she readied herself for the drop from hyperspace - all but confirming the rumors that circled around the Imperial Armada about the Admirallis. Ruthless, cold, and cutthroat - but above all, mad enough that the risk of hyperspace madness never once took her in all her time in space. It was, after all, no rumor that she had been the one to fire upon Darth Alekto's ship in order to secure victory over Borosk and Troska. The woman's gaze remained unbroken, even as they dropped into real space and the smudge of colors focused into stars - ships now visible in the distance with a backdrop of the planet beneath them all.

 
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Location: Estate of House Terassi
Objective IV: Ensure the surrender of House Terassi the Eternal Empress
Writing with Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim

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Hans watched as Ingrid and the man behind her. A personal retainer perhaps? It didn’t really matter. What did matter was her willingness to come along with the Knights. He had struck a nerve with the mention of Rurik Fel, and now she began to show a slight hint of emotion over the freezing exterior she had been carrying herself with.

"The Lord Executor is probably still suffering from the venom I wounded him on Generix. I tried to talk to him; he didn't even want to listen. His first move would be to take my head off…"

The Lord Executor was indeed a belligerent man, but for good reasons in Hans’ eyes. It clearly wasn’t the same from her point of view.


“I have a way your son can get off the planet safely,” He turned to his nearest brother with instructions.

“Go to the shuttle and find me a code cylinder with a friendly designation.”


“But Hans…”

“I was put in charge of this mission, and I’ll take the blame for this. I don’t want any of you getting hurt, and we can end this peacefully.”

The other knight nodded and fell out of line, then he began a light jog back to the shuttle outside of the estate grounds. The chances of being reprimanded seemed to waver with every second, but this had turned into a mission that was beyond the books.

Hans turned back to Ingrid to discuss her terms once again. Taking her to Fel was now off the table, but he wasn’t sure who else in the Order he trusted.

“Who would you have me turn you over to, Lady Vandiir? This is your surrender.”


 
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OPERATION WINTERVOID
TASKFORCE REGENT FORCE
NIV TREGESSSAR
Allies: Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh | Fiolette Fortan | Gunnar Madine | Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana | Arcturus Tal Arcturus Tal
Enemies: Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk | Zeradias Mant Zeradias Mant | Melia Siari


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"Force Pilum has been dispatched Grand Admiral." Brigadier Gannon Buell reported. Buell, a former First Imperial like Rausgeber, was chief Stossjaeger liasion. Commanding the three brigades that defended the Grand Admiral's flag. Carlyle's gaze softened. Finally. Some good news. The Grand Admiral, his back hunched forward watched as the shuttles docked with the airlock of Commodore Madine's Recalcitrant. Good. Very good. "They're prepped for special warfare as ordered sir." Buell added, "They'll get the job done."

"You do not need to vouch for your men Brigadier. I trust their skill." Carlyle drawled. His attentions now turned to the fleet before them as Mant began to manouvere his forces. With the hangar lockdown in effect, he would have a prize to bring back to the Sovereign Imperator. And the rudeness of COMPNOR on the operational field. He would certainly raise this with Tavlar, and most of all Dooku. Leverage how COMPNOR tried to sabotage a naval taskforce for their own gain. "Have Madine begin his run." Carlyle barked, "We will hold for now."

The Grand Admiral watched the unfolding battle with a wry smirk. This would be all too easy. Another feather in his cap. "Grand Admiral!" There was a bark from the portside crew pit, "Request sir, from the battle below for strategic assistance. Coordinate pending." Carlyle paused and moved from his stoop at the holographic display of the ongoing fracas, and instead approached the bridge proper. Boots clicking against the plating. "Request registered from the First Galidraani sir." Tal's division. Interesting. "Requesting the bombardment of an enemy strongpoint. City block residing point six, by seventy three. Enemy forces are massed in subterranean structures over the area. " Carlyle looked down at the console, which brought up telemetry. And then back at the fleet. The Tregessar was large enough to move at least a little out of position. And Mant was not posing an immediate danger.

"Proceed to coordinate above position." Carlyle ordered, a smile passing over his features, "We will accept the request. Inform Major General Tal, the Admiral Regent will personally oversee the operation." That would hopefully assure the man. The NIV Tregessar pulled out from its position at the centre of the fleet. Escorts scrambled from beneath the titanic vessel, moving to try to fill the void the gargantuan dagger had left. "I want gunnery crews primed and ready. We are aiming for accuracy more than anything. This is an urban environment, and I refuse to have us responsible for red on red." Rausgeber then paused, "But ensure, fire can puncture targeted tunnels. Bunker busting."

The Grand Admiral strolled up and down the central plating watching as the crews worked to target. "Coordinating fire on my mark in volleys. Each charge on my mark." The Chief Gunner barked, "Turbolasers on starboard batteries seven to twelve. Angle for prime position." There were clicks and static laden affirmations. "Commence fire in three.... Two.... One.... Fire." The space around the Tregessar began to glow a hideous green as a volley of kyber imbued turbolaser fire rocketed to the surface. "Fire." A second. "Fire." A third. "Fire." The entire block had been targeted. The barrage was swift, and brutal. Thick acrid smoke rose from where laser had struck the earth. But it was far too early to assess how effective things had been.

Carlyle paused, and looked down at the Gunnery Officer, "Well done lieutenant." Rausgeber drawled, giving an appreciative nod, "Relay a communique to Major General Tal, ask for some sort of damage assessment." Carlyle added, "But on the face of things?" He looked at the monitor displaying the city surface, that smoke blowing across the battlefield, "I dare say we killed whatever scum the Sith had hiding in the sewers." Today would be a good day. An excellent one even. He would strike against COMPNOR. His agents would capture an enemy commander. And he would have personally struck a crippling blow against the enemy. Now it would be time to destroy Harrsk. Crush that impotent fool. Oh how he would- And then they sounded. Alarm klaxxons. Specifically the boarding alarm. Carlyle's blood pressure rose, and he felt his cheeks redden dramatically. "What in the hell was that?!"

The klaxxons subsided, but there was a palpable panic, "Shields fluctuating sir! Point defence guns on the portside are... They're going mad!" Carlyle stormed back to the holographic display. He watched it flick from the battle above to a layout of the Tregessar. The Super Star Destroyer. The port side shield emitters were being tampered with. Carlyle's brow furrrowed with anger. What in the hell was happening here? Carlyle's mind racked for answers. Had Tal's request for support been some sort of sick attempt to lower his defences.

"No boarders reported milord." Buell barked from the comms station. He was hunched over it, with a headset hanging around his neck. "My boys report there's been no shuttles launched. Engineering informs us that hull integrity hasn't been compromised." Then what the hell was it?! Carlyle's flash of anger toward Buell caused the elder infantryman to swallow, and he put up the comms headset to his ears, "They're-they're reporting sir, that the actual source of this... Is tampering." Tampering. From where? And then it dawned on Carlyle, "Centred around the COMPNOR precinct, and hangar seven."

"Grand Admiral!" Another report, and Carlyle swivelled his head to it, "We have intercepted a broadcast, made within this vessel sir. Directed to the enemy." It was played. Jaeger Harssk's voice began to fill the void. Carlyle could feel his veins bulging against his skin. His hands bawled into fists, he could feel just, pure, unadulterated rage flowing through him as he listened.

"Reckon that's the something that belongs to you, Inspector General. The Tregessar cordially invites you to a family dinner for two, entry from the portside." The message and motive was clear. Harrsk could not go to Mant. He was to bring mant here. That feckless ingrate. That stupid, spying, kriffing sprat. Carlyle felt himself, invigorated. His chest heaved as he felt this uncontrollable, palpable anger manifest itself. It was... Invigorating. In so many ways. But it also fuelled him. Carlyle staggered, and rested himself against the holographic display. It changed up. Showing the arrival of a separate Sith armada.

"I want Harrsk, and I want him now...." Carlyle spat, flecks of spit flying through the armadas made of light, "Brigadier, you will must our forces, you will find Harrsk and every piece of COMPNOR scum, and you will bring them to heel! Brace our defences, scramble our TIE's!" Carlyle roared, his eyes wide, pupils dilated as adrenaline and bile flung themselves through his body. Culminating totally in this feeling, this unadulterated hatred which now coursed through his veins. "Any of his officers can be brought in dead, Harrsk alone must pay for his insolence!"
Buell nodded, and swallowed, turning back to the Comms unit to rally the Stossjaeger. How dare he? That wanker. That perfidious wankstain. "Gr-grand Admiral, what of the oncoming Sith fleet sir?" A voice chirped amongst the chorus of silently hushed crew. Those who refused to spike the ire of their Grand Admiral.

"Send Rambeigh. Send Orcana. Send Tal. Send Madine! Send all of them! Kill the Sithlings. Kill them all. And let me deal with that traitor, Harrs
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V E N O M _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
CARRANIA | SERENNO

GHOST VIPERS
ARMOR | PRIMARY | SECONDARY | MELEE | GRENADE
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YESTERDAY
A bright light entered through the film of his eye, awakening in a weak conscious state from his slumber. The room was unfamiliar to him, anxiety ran through him until he saw a symbol; the emblem of the New Imperial Order. He hardly could feel strength in his body, although he was not frail with muscles still lingering in his body. How did he got here? Why was he in this medical ward as he analyzed the room he was in from the bed. What happened?

All he could remember was a green jungle, rich with flora and wild fauna roaming around. A snake that he killed and devoured to sate his hunger. The drumroll of batteries firing and the scream of voice. A bright blue river. However, the most memorable thing that came across his mind was a black figure in the shape of a human, and a beautiful face with beaming blonde hair with starry eyes gazing at his.

Generis.

Loske.

Loske.

Did he succeed? The mission? Was she here? Too many questions, he was impatient to wait for the answers to come. The man made the attempt to sit upright from the bed with the little strength he had. Failed after failed attempt, going for an alternative route to slip out from the bed which he did, but rolled down on the cold durasteel floor and groaned from his fall. That was enough to catch the attention of the nearby medical staff when instruments annoyingly rang when he was disconnected from the heart monitor, obviously the medics fearing their patient had gone under. A sprint of boots entered the ward, a harmony of relief was heard from their breaths when they discovered Djorn not dead. It took three individuals to return him on the bed, nothing he could to about that as he was slowly regaining his strength even though it annoyed him. A series of small questions were asked to him, asking him to follow a finger, shake or nod his head, and weakly giving his name.

Time was irrelevant to him as he was deprived from any windows in his ward. It could be daylight or nighttime wherever the hell he was.

What shocked him the most was when the lead doctor grabbed a small, handheld mirror showed his reflection. Bandages across his left eye with an explanation that he had lost his left in during the operation on Generis. Panicking, he was tranquilized when a dose of anesthetics entered his bloodstream and gently knocked him out.

Good enough for a few hours before arising again. Still in the same ward, calm than he was previously and much more awake consciously. Enough to talk properly and move his hands precisely to what he wanted them to do. The news brought in a familiar face. Arjant.


"Good to see you back on your feet, Snake. Well, almost."

"I'm not in the mood for games, Colonel. Wanna tell me exactly what the hell is going on, before I do something stupid."

"Well, you're in a hospital, for one. You've been here ever since the operation on Generis, you almost died with the loss of blood from your injuries. What exactly attacked you?"

Here he'd lie, not unveil the actual assailant that scarred him. A means to protect Loske, knowing too well the consequences that would occur if he said the truth.

"Some Sithspawn from what I remember. It was...well, ugly. Not even human or anything relatively sane."

"I see."

"How long have I been here?"

"Nearly two weeks."

"And the operation? We pulled through?"

Silence followed, a momentarily one but he knew the answer from how hesitant the COMPNOR colonel was.

"No, it was a failure. You didn't exactly pull through your task in the mission, you didn't even infiltrate the outer walls of the base on Generis."

A strong, heavy exhale came out of his nostrils at the sound of that. He took it personal, realizing the small detour in his assignment was probably a key factor in the operation's failure. Again, silence resumed between the two Imperials as they were alone in the ward. A few seconds passed before Djorn continued the dialogue.

"So? What's next?"

"We continue our offensive as we've have been, the Imperator is adamant in pushing through the Sith. I'll debrief you with what target we have, and the details of that operation once you're released."

"And that'll be?"

"Once you've had surgery. The doctors plan on installing a cybernetic eye in your eye socket, the procedure will be to-"

"That won't be necessary, Colonel."

"I insist you remain for it, Bline."

"No. I've no intention of having that installed in me, I'll just rip it out the moment I'm able to."

"Don't you find it a bit inconvenient to fight with one eye?"

"Not at all, it's a reminder of what we lost on Generis. What I lost. My failure in the mission is probably the catalyst to why we couldn't succeed. Giving me a new eye won't do anything to bring back the men we lost. I owe it to the dead," and stared down at Arjant, challenging the older Imperial as he would remain on his stance. He won the debate when the colonel sighed in defeat.

"Very well, I'll have them write up the papers to release you. We haven't much time before the next assault."

The colonel left the war, on his way to order the administrators to release Djorn from the hospital. Alone he pondered in his thoughts.

“He probably would have taken the shot on Vicondor.”

He promised he would never harm Loske, falling short when he did shoot her on Generis when she attacked him in the corrupted state she was in. His compassion and love for her costed him the mission. He was still angry at the news of their defeat, the men they lost. He knew it wasn't her that attacked him, rather it was whatever dark entity that controlled her.

Still, he wouldn't let that mistake occur again.

If we cross paths again, I'll have to shoot you.
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He hoped it didn't have to come to that, for his and her own sake. Maybe there was a chance of saving her, but his priorities were winning this war before anything else. Luckily, the battle ahead of him was enough to distract him from the possibilities on encountering her again. Win the war, and with that bring her back home. They failed on Dantooine and Generis, this time he wouldn't make any mistakes that would compromise the overall operation.

Carrania was a large urban metropolis, a shiny city that reflected on the abundance of wealth from the royal families that prided themselves in shaping Serenno into a renown world in the Galaxy. Millions of lives inhabited across the many miles that was Carrania's infrastructure. A tough nut to crack with how professionally trained the Sector Defense Force was, along with the Sith-Imperial garrison to reinforce them.

<"The Galidraanis are already advancing from the outskirts of the city, Snake. It is your responsibility to sabotage defensive placements that will hinder their advance, as well as conduct guerilla hit-and-run tactics on infantry units. It's a huge city, but I trust your skills in urban warfare won't fail you.">

<"There won't be any mistakes.">

<"They haven't evacuated any civilians either, be aware of any militias. Do what you will if they act suspiciously.">

<"Roger.">

A little bit of creativity would come from him, him and his unit of CompForce special forces. Unconventional methods to tackle whatever they need to get done.

<"Seek and destroy! We'll be getting intel from the other reconnaissance units within the city. Let's get at it.">

Every block was turned into warzone, contested or conquered. Turned into a tactical chokepoint that was invaluable. Much obstruction there was from debris and destroyed objects whether it was vehicles or destroyed bits from a building.

No excuses, no mistakes. Nothing would hold him back from his duty.

By any means necessary.

ALLIES | NIO | GA | Silas Sunfyre Silas Sunfyre | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal Willan Tal | Enedina Tal Enedina Tal | Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter | Halketh Halketh
ENEMIES | TSE | Darth Strosius Darth Strosius | UX-0626 UX-0626 | Laertia Io Laertia Io
 


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WE CEASELESSLY REVOLT
OUTER RIM | SERENNO | CARANNIA
WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE
OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS REVOLT AGAINST IT
WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE
LEACH

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They’d been about to charge back into the fray when a lone silhouette blocked their trajectory.

"I told you I wouldn't give up..."

Maynard’s place in their mind had been broken, shattered into little shards and remnants. But he still existed there, amidst the broken pieces. Those tiny fractals quivered with his voice; so clear. So real. All the other exchanges he’d managed had been distant and easily extinguished.

But there was no denying his presence now. Like a black hole, he consumed everything else around him. So much so, that he’d felt them long before they felt him. They’d been blind.

Shursia’s face was stone, stopping in their tracks to recognize the threat. He wasn’t poised to attack, but he was armed. A stillness that was a break in the general’s typical pattern.

Part of her wanted to run from this. They were far enough away to take to the rooftops and avoid this entire conflict. But they quickly realized the futility. Such action would only be a delay, it was clear his tenacity would seek some sort of means to an end eventually.

It wasn’t until this moment they realized this is what they'd been waiting for.

They sunk their proverbial claws into their parasitic connection just a little bit tighter to use constriction as control and stepped forward.

The other part needed this confrontation. Like it was the final necessity of her metamorphosis. When a caterpillar goes into its cocoon, the next thing it does is melt. Completely liquify –– her mind had been fluid for quite some time now –– and then all the little bits that used to be caterpillars would come back as something else. Something that could take flight. Now was when they got to choose what is collected and gathered and turned into.

And they would not rebuild the same caterpillar that had crawled into the cocoon.

Shursia dipped into the pools of darkness that flowed through the streets of Carannia, submerging once more into the wickedness they were capable of. Revelling in the potential tragedy of this instance.

Where Maynard was paralyzed, Shursia sought motion. Motion helped, it gave a sense of progress. Progress in the direction they wanted. But this time, it would not be in the form of an outright attack. She’d done that twice before and all she’d been met with was frustration.

“You’re not a demon.”

Legends might have been told that the most beautiful angels made the cruellest demons.

And she had been incandescently beautiful, though beauty was the least of her. That was not what each of them had tried to resurface and pull from the hell she’d been dragged into. What they kept trying to convince themselves they still saw.

She’d learned from those who had chosen to try and see Loske, instead of the potential Shursia had. Refusing to see her for what she was and what she could be.

Wisps of purplish-black left their collarbone and above exposed as if she were surfacing for air from the great opaque tide that splashed against the shores of her skin. These waves seemed to respect their structural confines, bones, like wings that spread from the base of her throat and folded behind her, flicking along the ground until they were beckoned to act. Like an angel held down by flesh.

The signature of the Jedi across from her had intruded far too long, infecting her intentions and preventing full fruition of their retribution. A thorn in their side from the outset. It was..abundantly clear he needed to be eradicated, lest he continue to dilute their existence. She’d have to strike more subtly this time though or get him to attack first.

And then they’d kill him.

And when they killed him, everyone would realize how dead the woman they kept trying to resurrect truly was. And that annoying contamination if his bond in the corners of their mind could be cleansed and they could finally move on. Focus on spreading their nefarious influence through all those that refused to see. Evolve beyond their unholy union now; the one that said not to react with primal rage as they had in the past.

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Beneath their feet, the ground shook. Above their heads, the skies collapsed. Somewhere in the middle, Shursia moved cautiously forward – her focus shifted from the war-torn streets to the Jedi Knight in the shared corridor.

“Not yet ––” Shursia crooned, her knavish simper fading into something more sombre and knowing. There was a hardened disappointment behind the clouds in her eyes.

“How far do you go until you realize there’s nothing left for you here? You’re too late.”

Inky talons made a non-threatening explanatory gesture, up down at his passive waiting stance. Gently, they manipulated the ever-giving miasma that surrounded the city under the Sith’s empirical influence. It was ready and waiting for the demon to borrow for their cruelty.

Waiting? You haven’t saved anyone that way before.”

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ENEMIES | GA | NJO | NIO | Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt | CLOSED


 
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//: Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru //:
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A figure stood on the rooftops, watching, waiting for the prey to draw closer. A cowl covered her face, but beneath it, a grin spread widely in excitement. She hoped when the Jedi had been commissioned to once again aid the Imperials in their never-ending war with the Sith, Alina would appear. A worthy opponent, one that the young woman had decided was her eternal rival.

As she watched, Viers knelt down, crouched at the roof’s edge. A hand clutched tightly against the border as she leaned forward, trying to listen to anything the Sith had to say or maybe think aloud. Viers was graceful when she needed to be, but her balance was off from the way she was squatting. While leaning forward a little too much, the caped crusader suddenly fell forward and tumbled head over heel until she felt the fabric sunroof of an abandoned market stall breaking her fall.

She slid down the curve, and while in mid-air, she caught herself and landed on her feet, like all her favorite superheroes - just without the ground cracking and the dust kicking up, but that’s what imagination was for. When she would later tell this tale, this moment was really cool.

Standing, she threw back the hood and placed her hands on her hips, drawing her twin lightsabers from their clips. Whoosh, the sound of the ion blades coming to life echoed, and the dashing protagonist spoke full of confidence.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a poodoo place like this?” A few eyebrow lofts and Viers shrugged off the cloak, which took a little longer than she had expected, but it landed at her feet, and she waited for the Sith to respond.
 
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Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group
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Location: Estate of House Terassi
Objective IV.: Save the House Terassi
Equipment: The Soulsabers (hidden) | Kaldrweave Elegant dress | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Writing with: Hans Rennagen Hans Rennagen
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Ingrid knew why Joe, KM198, had reacted that way. The man supervised Ingrid's training, had been the bodyguard since she was a little girl, and before that was the woman's father's military superior and trainer. That's why he became an uncle-like figure in the woman's eyes. But now the man had to let her go and take the woman's two sons under his wings. To take care of them and then train them at the Shadow Company when they are old enough. And Ingrid now had to be protected not from others but from herself.

"Thank you, Lord Rennagen!"

She said after that the man had sent one of his men for the code cylinder. At least it comforted her that the Eternal Empire would be in good hands. Tubrok is worthy to be Emperor if she is really killed, if not, then until her return home. She knew that her other husband did not want the throne, not at such a price; for if he becomes the Emperor it means that he has lost Ingrid and he does not need this title in this way. Though the man was the rightful ruler, Tacitus deprived him of this when he came to Nelvaan.

"Honestly? I do not know …"

Ingrid answered the man's question. She knew she suspected Fel would kill her immediately. Last but not least, the man saw from her abilities what she was capable of. That she can be completely immaterial; and from that it is not difficult to guess that she was no longer human. Before the answer she thought for a moment.

"The only one that comes to mind is Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe , but he is not a member of your state. You know your own superiors, Lord Rennagen. Who has some soberness and maybe hope to listen to me? Someone who is like you. For I understand why you want this war, but you have already become exactly the one you fought or worse; it is enough to see what was at the siege of Korriban… I just want the end of the war…"

She paused for a moment.

"Because as long as this war lasts, we will not be able to protect our people from Bryn’adûl, and they will come, they will come. Even before Dantooine, we were attacked. Us! Tell me, Lord Rennagen, honestly… is the NIO interested in people in the galaxy at all, or is it just revenge to kill every Sith?"

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Objective: Cause big trouble in little Carannia
Location: Walking through the streets.
Equipment: See Sig
Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO / GA
Tags: Viers Connory Viers Connory
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Alina immediately went on edge as she heard something crash down close by. Her Lightspear ignited as she turned her gaze to the commotion, though she immediately relaxed once she saw who it was. The Padawan from Zoist. There was something really off with Viers though. Throwing one liners? The way she landed, how she held her blades and shrugged off her cloak. The armored woman tilted her head for a moment. Was this a game to the Padawan?

Did she not know the danger? Or was she like that Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo with just that large of an ego?

The Sangnir didn't wait for Viers to shrug off her cloak. In a much faster burst of speed than she had on Zoist she closed the distance, immediately thrusting her spear in a single strike for the Jedi's center mass. War had made her stronger. Not just with experience, but the more that died around Alina, the more life and Anima she could drain to further her own power.

"You should of brought back up this time too, little Jedi." Her modulated voice quipped out as the emotionless mask stared down her quarry. "You'll need all the help you can get."
 

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OPERATION WINTERVOID
TASKFORCE REGENT FORCE
S E R R E N O O R B I T
NIV RECALCITRANT
Allies: Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber | Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh | Fiolette Fortan | Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana
Enemies: Zeradias Mant Zeradias Mant | Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk

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Having turned back towards the holographic command panel, a flash of irritation wrinkled Madine's features as another comm alert came in. Commodore Orcana. Pride of the Emperor. That was where his knowledge of the man ended. :: Azure Hammer Command, Madine. Our assault will begin only once our objective has been acheived, we will require fighter screens along our starboard vector. Transmitting pathing now. :: A quick input of command codes and the secure transmission was made between Madine's Recalcitrant and the NIV Pride of the Emperor. Madine would need the fighter screens to threaten any frigates that found the corvette formation too tasty a snack to resist.

Even as Madine, Taskforce Regent Force, and the Fifth Imperial Fleet prepared for their spearhead the opposing fleet began to manuever. Nothing major, but certainly a move not to be ignored. A lone frigate supported by small craft moved to the head of the enemy formation. Drones? Gunnar couldn't tell. It wasn't long after that fire began emanating not only from the frigate but turbolasers opened up from across the battlespace. "Status on the transfer?" Gunnar demanded, eying the enemy line with trepidation. A curt response in the affirmative drove Commodore Madine to action. "Evasive action! Hold fire and drop below the primary firing lanes!" Already the largest concentration of fire had passed over Madine's group, targeting the mid sized vessels of the formations. Even so his own ships were at risk. "Helm, begin our run. Increase spread. Run us close enough to deposit our men and then burn like hell back to the fighter screen."

Closing the distance was harrowing, made only less by the fact that they weren't the primary target of the turbolaser fire. Yet. Dipping and dodging the small corvette formation moved nimbly across the battlefield in the stars, only slowing when proximity alerts began to chime. "Enemy fighters.. er.. drones inbound!" a hurried cry from a bridge officer was heard. Where are those fighters? Madine looked expectantly for the fighter screens from the Fifth Fleet. He wasn't terribly worried about the fighters, they were in corvettes after all. "Keep an eye out for Frigates, it is imperative we reach our target." he said calmly.
 

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ALLIES | NIO | GA | NJO |Admiral Regent Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber | Admiral Fiolette Fortan | Commissioner Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk | Rear Admiral Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh | Commodore Gunnar Madine | Second Lieutenant Jivim Vaak
ENEMIES | TSE | EE | Zeradias Mant Zeradias Mant | Admirallis Melia Siari



NIV PRIDE OF THE EMPEROR

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

FIFTH FLEET
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RIDING THE BATTLE
The Azure Hammer Command cancelled its attack run as soon as Gallius received Jaeger's order. Since Carlyle had not yet given orders, he was free to obey the unusual command.

"Turn the fleet around. Flanking maneuver towards the Tregessar. Deploy the fighters and push the Iron Empire towards Rausgber's fleet. We are to allow its flagship to board. FIre at will on the other vessels." Gallius transmitted the order to the rest of the fleet, then shut down every exterior communication : no counter-order would be given to the COMPNOR's will.

The twelve ships emerged from Madine's fleet, and proceeded to circle the Iron Empire, rushing as fast as their powerful engines allowed them to, in order to reduce the distance. Gallius wanted to let to Zeradias and his fleet a small corridor open, leading to the Tregessar : portside of Rausgeber's ship had never been so exposed. As the Donnagers and Cuirassiers launched the attack, the Pride of the Emperor monitored the operation, prepared to intercept any imperial ship trying to stop Zeradias.

Gallius was focused on destroying the other cruisers of the Iron Empire fleet. He directed the maximum of firepower towards the rear enemy cruiser, and had his Caçadores add to the rain of lasers. Whenever their shields failed, a squadron of bombers would just have to target the command bridge and destroy it. Until the shields were down, Gallius focused on this particular cruiser, then proceeded to scan the fleet and ordered the Shadow of the Emperor to open fire on the support crafts. The other ships, located closer to the Tregessar, were for the moment untargeted.

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As the Proudheart, Conqueror, Revanchist, Faith of Steel, Fury of Kraig and Azure Avenger tried to circle the rear of the fleet and push forward, the Commodore made sure his other ships were well in place, and would be able to intercept any Presfbelt vessel trying to interrupt Zeradias's boarding maneuver. The whole operation was really risky. If the Admiral Regent understood Gallius put deliberately the flagship at risk, not only would he have a powerful enemy, but his career in the Navy was finished. The gamble was high risk, reward unknown.

The ships moved, dancing in the great void. The Fifth Fleet was ignoring the Sith warships exiting hyperspace leaving them to Gunnar Madine. The powerful shields and hulls susained heavy fire from the Iron Empire, but they held for the moment, and Azure Hammer Command continued the maneuver. Gallius was monitoring his fleet, and constantly updated the position of his ships.

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While he had always been a confident commander, Orcana knew moments of doubt. Such had been the case over Generis, and such was the case now. He knew he was endangering the imperials, but if Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk had a plan, then he was to obey. Allowing the Iron Empire to board the imperial flagship was a risky move, but it could also behead their command. The Tregessar would be the anvil, and the Fifth Fleet was trying to play its role of hammer, crushing the rear of its enemy's fleet to force them forward.

Yet, Gallius felt unsure. He had received the order to disable any imperial element trying to block the Iron Empire's advance towards the flagship. He was already deploying half his fighters and interceptors to protect the rear of the Pride of the Emperor, while the rest was dispatched to loosely support Madine's ships, or defend the main body of the Fifth Fleet. Combined with the Escoltas, the anti-bomber screen was as perfect as possible, and Gallius estimated any opponent would need to bring at least ten squadrons to overwhelm this battlegroup.

While Regent Force under Madine moved towards the first Sith vessels, Gallius ordered his Inceptus to move along, and provide the best fighter support they could with a quarter of their normal fighter compliment. The Commodore was worried the Sith Navy could advance so fast it would compromise his maneuver against the Iron Empire. He was forced to lend ships to Madine if he wanted to have the time to complete his small operation.

He decided to send the Faith of Steel and the Azure Avenger support Madine, deciding his ships moving to the rear of Zeradias's fleet could bear a small weakening. Meanwhile, the two cruisers and the destroyers continued to advance and tried to complete the circle maneuver, ceaselessely poundng the ships in range. The Pride of the Emperor accompanied by the two Caçadores, added to the fire and opened fire on a single target, resolved to destroy it anytime soon.

The bomberswere prepared to launch their attack run as soon as the shields failed. Vanguarded by squadrons of fighters intended to clear the way, they would dive near the hull of the targeted ships, and empty their load of bombs on any vital target : bridge, major turbolaser, hangars, nothing was to be spared.

While the bombers would enter the engagement zone, Gallius planned to tighten again the formation of his ships around the Iron Empire fleet, leaving no room to escape. The enemy warships would have the choice to face the turbolasers of a fleet which outnumbered them, or flee through the only escape left, towards the Tregessar. Gallius was trying to give them an illusion of choice : he bet Zeradias would answer the call of Harrsk, and he bet the others ships would not be able to break the circle maneuver. Rather than suicide, they would prefer to escort their leader to his objective.

If the main body of Azure Hammer Command could complete the circle maneuver, and if Zeradias's ships reacted as he planned, the trap would be perfect. If it was not the case, he would have to improvise, or die. The gamble was getting more and more risky as each minute passed.

  • NIV Pride of the Emperor, Cuirassier-class Cruiser
  • NIV Proudheart, Valiant-class Cruiser
  • NIV Conqueror, Cuirassier-class Cruiser
  • NIV Revanchist, Donnager-class Star Destroyer
  • NIV Faith of Steel, Donnager-class Star Destroyer
  • NIV Shadow of the Emperor, Donnager-class Star Destroyer
  • NIV Anaxes's Honour, Inceptus-class Assault Ship
  • NIV Iron Fist, Inceptus-class Assault Ship
  • NIV Fury of Kraig, Escolta-class Frigate
  • NIV Azure Avenger, Escolta-class Frigate
  • NIV Imperial Hand, Caçadores-class Corvette
  • NIV Eternal Crusader, Caçadores-class Corvette
The Fifth Fleet leaves the joint formation with Madine's vessels, and moves starboardside. It then tries to circle the IE fleet from behind. A Valiant, a Cuirassier, three Donnagers and two Escoltas complete this maneuver during the whole post, and try to push the Iron Empire fleet towards portside of the Tregessar. A Cuirassier and two Caçadores protect IE's starboardside, preventing any fighter or vessel to interfere.
As the main body of the Fifth Fleet tries to push IE towards the Tregessar, every NIO ship opens fire on the rearguard of IE's fleet. Once any shield has failed, the bombers and fighters launch an attack run.
Meanwhile, Gallius lends aid to Madine. A Donnager, an Escolta and two Inceptus join his fleet with a quarter of the Fifth Fleet's fighter compliment.
Eventually, Zeradias Mant will board the Tregessar, and then, the Fifth Fleet will crush the remnants of IE's fleet, then come to help Madine against the Sith.
 
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Objective: Establish Space Superiority
Location: Space
Allies: TSE
Support: Audax Class Cruiser | Dramath Class Strike Frigate | Broodica Class Star Destroyer | Autarch Class Siege Breaker | Caedus Class Superiority Fighter
Enemies: NIO / GA
Tags: Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk | Fiolette Fortan | Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber | Gunnar Madine | Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana | Zeradias Mant Zeradias Mant | Arcturus Tal Arcturus Tal | Melia Siari
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"We'll be arriving into real space shortly."

A light array of clicks echoed from behind the mask of Admiral Siege. The Harch stood aboard The Hammer, a Autarch Siege Breaker. The New Imperials turned their focus from Zoist and assisting the Alliance to Serenno to launch another of their assaults. With how many assaults they've launched one after another, leaving much of the Sith fleet in chaos. Scattered to protect the various borders of the grand Empire while also being prepared to jump systems to assist any assault.

Siege was in one of these such 'pods'. The Monarch acted as support, and the only other Star Destroyer in the small fleet. Two Frigates and two cruisers acted as their only back up. And they were already late. The blue of hyperspace faded around the fleet as they dropped and were immediately targeted by the enemy forces.


"Chchchch. All shields to maximum. Get me a status report of where needs our assistance most. We'll bring these traitors to their knees. Chchchchc."

The fleet immediately sprang to life as ships veered about, preparing for their eventual strike against the New Imperial fleets. It was time to strike back.
 

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POST IV
THE_STORMCHASER


1ST EXILED-GALIDRAANI DIVISION
2ND GALIDRAANI ARMOURED-VOLUNTEER BRIGADE,"BLUE-HEART BRIGADE"

OBJECTIVE 2:
The Danger In Starting A Fire

ALLIES (NIO/GA):
The Blood-Red Lion Banner of Galidraan - Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter Willan Tal Willan Tal Enedina Tal Enedina Tal
New Imperial Order - Silas Sunfyre Silas Sunfyre DT-0800 DT-0800 Halketh Halketh Djorn Bline Djorn Bline
Galactic Alliance/Other - Vexander Graves Vexander Graves Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Viers Connory Viers Connory

ENEMIES (TSE/CIS): Laertia Io Laertia Io Darth Strosius Darth Strosius Syd Celsius Syd Celsius Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru UX-0626 UX-0626

CALLSIGN: BLUE-HEART ALPHA

Primary - Custom Blaster-Pistol (Right-hip Holster - left-or-right hand draw)
Secondary
- Basket-Hilted Vibro-Claymore (Left-hip Sheathe - right hand wielding)
Last Ditch/Second-Blade
- Fairbairn Vibroknife Fighting-Dagger (Right-hip Sheathe - right-or-left hand wielding)
Pocket-Weapon
- Gifted Brass-Knuckles from the Guv'Nah (Both Trouser-Pockets - akimbo wielding)

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The Fight For Carannia: Part 5 - Northbound Friendlies

'All ACVs! This is Barran! I need a line on the friendly units who landed in the Warehouse district. An' if there's any intel on callsigns or anything of the sort, even a unit ping works for me, so get on it now while the tanks are still having a grand ol' time. You'll also have to send some spare APCs to offer a speedy and safe approach to the frontlines, as it's all speedy service with the Woad-Macushla today! Blue-Heart Alpha out!'

With all the recent developments, Lord Erskine found himself enjoying the combined bombardment efforts of the 2nd Armoured Galidraani-Volunteer Brigade and the 66th Armoured Company like it was something of a pretty firework display, the only difference was that it was the Sith-Imperials' ordnance that were making the pretty colours on the backdrop nearby instead of the fireworks of Barran's childhood. What really showed the unlikely advantage was the untapped smoothbore-sniping potential of their opposition's tank and walker array, religious holding to their sacred 2 kilometer rule with absolute detrimental prejudice, especially among the Cataphract crews going for long-shots and racking up sprees with little or no external direction from the nearest ACVs, temporarily adopting spotting-roles with their long-distance optics behind them.

Keeping his hand close to a datapad that survived everything thrown at Erskine since Bastion, eyes close to the comm-link unit, and feet in a state of poise as he waited for the golden excuse to go off running in search of whatever units were lagging behind or in general states of beleaguerment, Lord Erskine's look was beginning to make his subordinates uneasily quiet around him. If the Saga's crewmen were to find themselves left to their own devices, then the pressure would fall upon them to perform well in the Lord-Commander's absence, though each and every one of them were in-the-know with Barran's lifelong infamous urge to go bounding alone into the craziest of environments, with the contrast only ever showing in his need to stay in their current HQ with his mountains of paperwork, happily working with the likes of Commoner-Captain McHugh and his lairdly Tuath assistant; writing, compiling, categorizing all their subordinates' deeds, misdeeds and deaths as the warm climate of Archais seared the roofs of the city outside.
We need to get back there, really. It's the perfect location, and that quiet calm at night? Just - heavenly.

<"Grant to Blue-Heart One! We can positively ID one of those units, their arrival marks Lord Lucien's gift to the ground forces today. It's the Myrmidons, Milord! As for the other unit, scans don't permit us to identify this one man, but he appears to be approaching the aforementioned 173rd's TAKA Group unopposed.">

'Blue-Heart Alpha to ACV Six! Did you get an ID on TAKA's commander? Perhaps even a call-sign?'

<"It's Taka Actual, Milord. ACV Six out-">

Explosions from Prefsbelt Command's ships had visibly levelled an entire city block to cave in the tunnels beneath, though the precision of the shots from Rausgeber's ship was altogether quite neat and contained, though some of the collapse's debris had collapsed a roadway to it's end just twenty metres away from the friendly units in the area. Berach Ulrand, Willan Tal and Erskine Barran had dealings with him in a particular anti-slaving op which, to all the surviving Galidraani high-command, would probably have felt like a lifetime had passed since their last direct dealings with Rausgeber; though the NIV TREGESSAR was a completely new sight for the Galidraanis on the ground, the likes of Arcturus Tal in the air were well acquainted with the likes of Prefsbelt Command's favourite vessels, though it mattered very little to the Galidraanis on the ground - they were all enjoying the world-shaking firepower to care how close they had come to being buried by it's domino-effect.

'No bad, Caarlyle.... You're due a whiskey or eight for that wan.'

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The Fight For Carannia: Part 6 - Gould Vs. O'Mara

<"Drest to QM One! That's another K-C to chalk up for Gould, sir! Time to move?'

Hearing the spotter confirm yet another enemy fatality to the young marksman's shots had left the 1st QMs Company's commander in a perplexed state, though 2nd-Leftenant Archer was beginning to internally root for the lad; up against the competition of almost sixteen other riflemen, with one in particular attempting to bound ahead of the chasing pack to catch up to the greenhorn's twelve-kill lead, the lad was a wunderkind and Archer could no longer deny it. 'No, we're not in any danger of bombardment. The Blood-Red Lion holds the monopoly on artillery-pieces here, remember?', Archer reminded his second-in-command, returning to spotting for his own rifleman, the runner-up.

Roughly four years older than Private Gould, the one attempting to catch up was a veteran of almost every campaign conceivable since Oben, sole-survivor of multiple infantry battalion annihilations, and a true combat-rarity as far as the others saw such matters. A stubborn rifleman from Galidraan 4, having started as a quiet private like his rivalling young colleague, he'd still make it to the rank of Staff-Sergeant in what would often appear to be the heavy-combat crucibles Lord Erskine coveted most. Colum O'Mara, ever striving to achieve eligibility for the Carrack Rangers tryouts, but never getting to actually put his name forth for the selection-process with the war constantly throwing him into the midst of the meat-grinder, yet knowing it was through no fault of his Lord-Commander or Lord-Protector.

<"It's Drest! Don't let go of that chalk yet, sir! He's just bagged another K-C!">

'Karking hell, O'Mara! Get this Twelve-kill gap closed already!'

They had a long way to go, but O'Mara's perch would have a good time in the next few hours at least; covered from at least twelve lookout angles that could see at least three kilometers in at least four directions, with all the armour-piercing weaponry needed to bring down the equivalent to a galactic-scale subcontingent, so no such aircraft or mechanised variable would present a viable threat for as long as they held that tactical choke-point with more patience than most of the infantry and engineers on the street below. The Sith-Imperial advance on the Galidraani defensive-line had threatened Archer's series of snipers' perches, though the QMs had been spread out over numerous high rooftops, and had given the lower-level smoothbores hell from above to ensure their comfort to pick off straggling (or sharpshooting) targets; the turrets couldn't get their smoothbore barrels to incline high enough, and in their attempts to reach the marksmen and rocket-launcher troops who assailed them, that front-and-center position behind enemy lines would annihilate all the nearest mechanized adversaries with impunity.

The world around them would continue to fire hell into the flanks of Sith-Imperials with nothing to answer back with yet, and whilst the marksmen on the rooftops' edges were getting to work on the boulevards around them, the 1st QM Company's main group would take their time in preparing a wide horsehoe of rooftop anti-air installations. Every last quartermaster unit was in their element, right down to Private Gould himself. Smirking as any Blue-Heart native is known to, the smugness was all the tell one would need to see how much fun his entire unit was having; laughing, joking and encouraging each others into fighting the good fight beyond the Galidraani line.

<"Grint to QM One! Nine out of fourteen AA-installations completed, sir! We're safe from the skies on the north, west, and east. Next report's a confirmation of task completion, stand by!">

'Karking hell, you lot are rapid with them! Make sure they're switched on and set to lock on Sith-Imperial targets only! QM One out!'

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The Fight For Carannia: Part 7 - The Myrmidon Strike-Team

'Aw'right, Murdo.... It's time, patch me through to Taka Group's commander- Ah, good! That was actually quick, Corporal! Now get on my optics, long distance lens, keep your eyes to the north for anything we don't want to be seeing.'

The smoothbore barrels of the Cataphracts would get almost get as hot as they had on Bastion, especially for most of the long-shot attempting crews among them; by the time the Sith-Imperial line crossed beyond the 2.5k-mark on their approach towards the Galidraani line, the fast-becoming textbook method of utilising the contents of their extra carbonite payloads to cool the barrels of their turrets would be put to use in a staggered, though quick-enough succession, with each Cataphract and AT-AT crew given the autonomy to guess at their own estimated optimal cooling-phase intervals. When the Sith-Imperial mechanized contingents had reached the 2.5km mark, their numbers had already been thinned out to noticeable proportions, but the sheer weight of firepower that met the late-loading, late-acting armoured line was nothing short of staggering to behold, and it would take a miracle to reverse their misfortune.
Bring it, Sith-Imperial scum! We haven't even started yet...

'Barran to Taka Actual! You are clear to move up as far as our static line - though I invite you to join our push northwards from the center. APCs are en-route to take your men anywhere you need them to go, and we'll do our best to keep up if-or-when you get here. Blue-Heart Alpha out!'



 
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Following: Nuetralizer SOG Team 1


"NUETRALIZERS: SUPERIOR. NEW IMPERIALS: INFERIOR..." Shouted the Mass of Nuetralizers as they engaged the NIO mechanized units and soldiers trying to pierce Syd Celsius's forces. The guns fired from behind began hammering their push against their Murder-Bots, but even in a critically damaged state they would kill to the last second of functional ability to do, directing rocket and tank fire from their own lines on heavily concentrated points pouring all the fire they could on the Cataphracts of DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran and Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter to keep their fire focused on the Nuetralizers themselves, who were not going down like they had at their first true deployment at Generis or even Ziost. The ones facing Barran and Bolter had upgraded their frontal armor, and came equipped with reinforced Gungagn energy shields on their forearms, as well as their choice of weaponry. The primary weapon many of them carried was the infamous Stouker Concussion Rifle if it wasn't a T-007 Ion Disruptor, feeding off a backpack unit. They had stopped choosing anything but the hardest hitting weapons they could bring. The Stormtroopers weren't facing anything less than death on two legs with each Nuetralizer, who, much to the disturbed realization of many a Stormtrooper on BOTH sides were not simply using the most basic cover and advance tactics. They used better flanking manuevers, led by Nuetralizers that had survived Generis, and Ziost, and had transmitted their experiences to others. There was more use of smoke grenades than at previous battles, and the fire coordination had grown more complex, predicting the trooper tactics of the enemy as to how and at times, even when they were most likely to move to cover, which they would then pour fire on with what was starting to seem to the enemy like psychic foresight. Maximum Shock and Awe was their way as concentrated rocket and grenade fire blew apart a cataphract, shredding it in a fiery explosion that took out more than twenty enemy Stormtroopers in the ensuing shrapnel bath, the murderbots Laertia had designed finally starting to really come into their own as Elite Mechanized Shock Units. Panicked chatter started to come in from various units pushing against Celsius's forces: despite cutting down Nuetralizers with both artillery and even the effects of shell from the Smoothbores, the things seemed to have become smarter. Smarter in a way that was starting to inflict truly heavy losses as Barrans Forces advanced down the streets, more soldiers getting viciously blown apart by Concussion Rifle shots, or being cut down in a more horrifying way as the Nuetralizers began marching forward against Stormtrooper lines, coordinating the release of the Bio-Assault Sprayers in their chest, the biotoxic chemicals eating through seals and necrotizing the flesh beneath to goo in some spots, causing great agony before death.

When they had first shown up in the jungles of Generis, Jim Morrison singing in the background OOC, The Stormtroopers had been caught offguard by the sheer inhumane savagery with which the Elite Droids fought, seeking to inflict Maximum Terror on enemy Forces who were cut down by a deadly onboard array of weapons. But they fought in an ultimately Berzerker-Like fashion at Generis, and however deadly that was, and it HAD inflicted terrible losses, it was still ultimately limiting: Despite having gained the reputation of wanting to kill you even if there was hardly anything left of them to kill you with, too many had been cut down.

At Ziost it had been more Berzerker Tactics for the most part but it had already become disturbing to the Stormtroopers at New Adasta that they were learning to control 'When' to go Berzerker. The Troopers had started to fear the ones acting like Sappers far more than even the Berzerk ones at Ziost: The Berzerkers were terrifying enough, cracking out of place quips and jokes as they plodded mercilessly toward you, firing the Ion Disruptors that had nearly finished off The Lasat Species (The Nuetralizers who duel wielded the T-007 were especially feared, because any of them who happened to get good at it were pretty much a discount B.J. Blazkowicz, and even a discount version was still a pretty decent room clearer, especially if they were dual wielding the gun that nearly killed The Lasat).

But it was the Sappers the troopers at Ziost got terrified of the most. Sappers had a proficiency for setting booby traps on the roads, conducting ambushes. The fact they were so quiet compared to the rest of the Nuetralizers made them scarier.

It was terrifying now. The Nuetralizers still made horrible, sadistic quips but only in the moments it would be the most effective psychologically, not all the time

But however much they hammered at Erskine's units, the guns behind him assured they were still being cut down. Horrific Flame Booby Traps cast by Celsius upon the streets before The Cataphracts got in range that sprang fire tornados on contact lasted maybe thirty seconds before grenade and artillery fire detonated on impact.

Martin had started out as a Berzerker at Generis, duel wielding Ion Disruptors into the Jedi Scum that dared to make his creator sad and frustrated.

He had made the transition to Sapper at Ziost, when he found himself on the backfoot for the first time in his life, forced to use stealth to survive superior enemy numbers...he hadn't wanted to move back since.

Isacc though...

Isacc was at some curious waypoint between being a Sapper and a Berzerker. Martin had heard tales of his Brutality in the Jungle. He was certain a Processor or two was misaligned in that one...whatever, as long as he did the Job.

Still using a combination of their Defel Mimickers, and the stealth Magic's of the Witch known as The Arena. The team of Nuetralizers snuck past enemy mech units, whose scans were unable to detect their Thermal or electrical signatures due to The Arena hiding them.

Their objective was the Artillery and AT's way in the back. And they had brought nothing less than overkill.

They had brought with them a Void-007 Seismic Charge.

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"Nuetralizer Command to SOG, we are getting FETHING HAMMERED by DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran ! Where is that Surprise?" Asked a Nuetralizer veteran on the other end of the encrypted comms.

"On its way...Hang in there!" Martin called back. As he looked at the sheer carnage the NIO was willing to inflict, he began to wonder what they really had against his Mother, Laertia: It wasn't just Insanity and Murder: There was plenty of that to go around.

Martin and Isacc took point with The Arena, forced to let a lot of very tempting targets pass them by as they got closer. The Arena had hexed the Void Charge to do extra damage, and be nearly invisible except at very close range...

"All the Death..." The Arena said, shivering openly in delight at the carnage they were going to inflict. "My Sisters shall feed on the suffering echoing in this world for weeks after."

They approached the Smoothbores at last, heavily surrounded by enemy troops. Martin ordered some of his Brothers to camp on unoccupied rooftops to start sniping the Soldiers setting up Anti-Air Emplacements for their troops. The Nuetralizers, invisible and silent, began shooting the ammunition with silenced, armor piercing bolt action rifles, resulting in horrific rooftop explosions on some roofs, while others scrambled to find the Snipers. This gave Martin and the rest a nice distraction, as Rooftop Nuetralizers began shooting Officers down below, deliberately trying to draw fire to them.

The team close to the Smoothbores with Martin and The Arena creapt carefully past security, hauling the deadly near invisible device, planting it on a single Smoothbore. At the same time, the Witches The Arena had manifested from her flesh turned visible, calling down a cacophony of Lightning strikes on the Area, rampaging into Stormtroopers while the rest of the team that had planted the device on the smooth bore began to retreat. The manifested Witches were rapidly struck down after a few minutes but the distraction had paid off.

The Arena and the others retreated to a warehouse they had silently cleared of enemy, many a whispered "Surprise, Motherfether" being the last thing Erskine's troops heard before a Nuetralizer snapped their neck.

She drew a circle around them in her blood, enscribing unholy runes to survive the blast to come.

"Are you ready, Sherbet?" Isacc asked, using his pet name for his Witch Girlfriend.

"Always, my Durasteel Dreamboat." The Arena purred, flesh starting to melt and bubble horribly on her skeleton as she channeled the Dark Magic to shield them all.

Isacc turned to Martin. "You ready?"

"Yeah..." Martin said, holding onto his detonator. "This Magic better work."

"Have I let any of you chrome studmuffins down yet?" The Arena asked teasingly.

"No, my Sherbet-Hued Murderess!" Isacc said.

"Hey Boss, how do I get outta this chickenchit outfit?" Hudson the Nuetralizer complained idly.

"You secure that chit, Hudson!" Martin barked. "Everyone! Brace yourselves! Its gonna be a Hot Time in the Old Town tonight!"

Martin pressed the Detonator and Ride of The Valkyries began playing OOC.

One Stormtrooper team had managed to spot the Void-007 and had actually managed to remove it, and were even starting to try and carry it away from the Smoothbores when it went off right next to them.

The destruction was epic, a blue wave that shattered and flattened a good portion of the Smoothbores completely as well as shredding quite a number of walkers, heavily damaging what remained, though it would still barely work if the enemy tried to use it. But a number of evacuated buildings were smashed and exploded, some buildings collapsing completely next to the Stormtroopers advance, cutting off certain streets, burying multiple units in fiery, burning debris, the warehouse completely destroyed, but the magic bubble held, protecting its occupants.

The Arena stood up, giggling as she ran into the waiting arms of Isacc, kissing his exposed teeth on his skeletal visage.

"That was wonderful, Sherbet! So much ripping and tearing!" Isacc said lovingly.

"But it isn't done. Not yet..." Martin said, impressed that The Witch's magic was so powerful. "Move out. We have more mech units to disrupt..."

The Nuetralizers and the Witch turned invisible, having a number of choice explosives left to inflict yet more damage...

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Count of House Nalju

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C O U N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
SERENNO

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"Our objective is the throne room, Dorin." " Tiadu Tiadu -- I want you to accompany Dorin for this task. Consider this your first test under my trai--"

"Dorin, Tiadu.""Reach the throne room. Watch each other's backs. Don't get cocky, and Rurik will keep you two alive.
"

Orders that were given to him and the Thyrsian by Lucien right before he departed from his position, ascending the air and trailing the outer walls of the castle. An opportunity for the Serennian noble, entrusted by his friend to do thy bidding and press forward to the throne room; the beating heart of Serenno where all darkness and corruption was bred from the high throne. Like dominos ever since the Dooku fell as servants to the machinations of the Dark Side, so did all of Serenno fell as a pawn to such evil. History taught him that their great ancestors once rejected the rule of the Sith, boldly declaring their defiance against them and expelled their presence from their home. An accomplishment that roared pride in his heart, that same pride sparked contempt towards those that fell as pawns to the Sith Empire.

What a disgrace they were to the Nalju.

How the mighty have truly fallen.

He hoped to right the wrongs of the generation of nobles that allowed the Sith to preach their demented ideologies across Serenno, all for a lust of power. Now with a swing of his lightsaber he could decapitate the main head of the monster that controlled Serenno with many heads.

"Together," Dorin said to the Thyrsian Jedi that was Lucien's Padawan, giving a nod before continuing their march in the palace. It was a grand complex, befitting for a king to rule. Much more prestigious than the estates of the other major houses that influenced Serenno's politics. Bodies clashed with each other, with the Imperial Knights being the main spear of the attack with Stormtroopers supporting them from the flanks. Rurik was the tip of the spear, like a titan as he pushed forward relentlessly without much to challenge his dominance. Dorin followed the Man of Iron, his sapphire lightsaber deflecting blaster bolts and cutting down any Legionnaires in his path. A Dark Trooper approached the exiled Count, Dorin's lightsaber slashing at the torso. To his surprise the droid stood tall, his blade unable to penetrate the armor. Without hesitation he continued to attack the droid, finally disabling it when his lightsaber past through the gap of the head and the torso as the wiring and hardware rendered its ability to perform. With the Force he hurled the disabled droid at Lyssa, an assailant that came hurried towards Dorin.

"I can feel the Dark Side within the Palace, it's heavy in volume. We should follow its trail!" before his lightsaber impaled a legionnaire through its abdomen.

ALLIES | NIO | Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku | Rurik Fel Rurik Fel | Adron Malvern Adron Malvern | Kainan Kainan | Detritus Ren Detritus Ren | Dorian Sicarrio Dorian Sicarrio | Lilith Dooku | Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr | Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo | Tiadu Tiadu
ENEMIES | TSE | Beric Layne Beric Layne | Xeykard | Grand Moff Decimus | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar
 

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L O R D P R O T E C T OR
Major-General Willan Tal
1st Galidraani volunteers armoured infantry division

1st brigade 'fighting first.'
SERENNO
Tags: DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran Enedina Tal Enedina Tal Arcturus Tal Arcturus Tal Fiolette Fortan Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter Noel Strasza Noel Strasza Darth Strosius Darth Strosius Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku
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His request came in sooner enough; he didn't even have to see it to know Rausgebers guns had pounded the Sith position in that block of houses to ash and rubble. Tal moved over from his makeshift command desk and shifted to the window of the ruined house he called a command centre, catching a distant glimpse of the titanic explosions that ripped up rubble and sent plumes of smoke and fire towering above in the air. He had to admit he didn't envy whoever was holed up in the crosshairs of Admiral Rausgebers ship cannons. Willan was no stranger to seeing the after-effects of one's own exposure to orbital bombardment, and it wasn't pleasant. More often than not, the only thing Galidraani army record keepers had to go off when registering a victim of orbital bombardments identity was whatever jewellery that remained on what little of their corpse remained intact. A fact that became an increasing headache for the Galidraani exile forces' logistics element with each step the Imperials took deeper into Sith clay, new surprises and horrors seemingly hit them at every turn.



Seemingly pleased with the results of the interaction between himself and Rausgeber, Tal put his back to the fading fireworks display and moved over to one of his officers busy relaying commands to frontline units. "Signal Admiral Fiolette Fortan to pull Galidraani battalion combat reserves and bring them down to surface; I do believe for all our strictness, relaying on caution won't bring us a quick victory." He said, studying Captain Kienans reaction with a hint of interest and amusement. Willan liked the lad ever since he moved up in rank after the fighting on Helgard.


"Copy that sir, what about yourself? You're not fit to go close to the fighting with well... your arm," Kienan pointed concerningly at the cast and sling on Tal's right arm, a result of being thrown from his seat by an orbital bombardment on New Adasta. Were it not for his own stubbornness and a bitter sense of pride, Tal would've been forced into a more extended stay at the Imperial military hospitals. Fortunately for him, neither Barran nor any of his subordinates possessed military clearance to get him discharged on medical leave.


"Don't worry about it, my good lad, I can still shoot and write with my free arm; besides, I'll be protected by my boys in the 1st brigade." and with that, he bid farewell, leaving for the districts beset with fighting. Though crippled, he'd still be there to lend a personal touch in the battle for Carannias districts; crippled or not, the old boar was still every bit as stubborn and vindictive as he ever was.


 
The Inexhaustible



For a long time, the New Imperial Order had been growing. In status, in power, in threat. For while most within the Command Hierarchy had dismissed them as a nuance, a fad to eventually bend the knee. Yet, that fad had instead become a Major Galactic Power and alongside the Galactic Alliance posed the most significant threat to Sith Imperialism since...well ever.

"Status" His voice echoed across the entirely silent bridge. From above, he watched as the bridge crew carried out their duties faithfully and quickly. With a nod of approval, the Grand Moff gestured forward for the Admiral of the vessel to join him on the over bridge.

There was an unspoken arrangement between the two, one which demanded the Admiral's unrelenting cooperation, and the efficiency and accuracy of an obedient and seasoned crew. Fortunately, Admiral Pàal could provide both. The Serenoan Admiral was without emotion, or remorse. His mind lay not on the threat to his home world, but the threat to the Empire. His people did not matter, his honor did not matter.

In other words, he was in Thaelius mind the perfect soilder.

"I assume everything will be in position?" The Grand Moff did not address the Admiral pass the customary nod, in fact the Chiss remained facing the opposite of the Serenoan, with an emotionless stare on his face. "Lord Admiral Melia Siari is an route with reinforcements, thus we have all we will need. Do you agree"

A nod from the Admiral. "Of course, sir" He replied to Thaelius









 

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OBJECTIVE 2:
The Danger In Starting A Fire
Allies: NIO | GA
Interacting: DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran

88th Cyan Company
Onboard the UTCJ-70E Callsign "Silmeria One"

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What in the Nine Corellian Hells was he doing here? Just a few years ago, charging over to battle to assist the New Imperial Order in battle would be unthinkable for the Jedi Master... but now he was bound to duty to assist them... especially at this very moment when they were fighting Sith.

Still, moving over to assist them had a bitter taste in his mouth, but it was useless to think about it just now that he was heading down with 50 men and women that volunteer to serve along side with him against the darkside.

This was the first time where all of them were heading to battle, this was the first that the 88th Cyan Company would be fighting in unison and under the command of the Jedi Master. They were all taken from the Antarian Rangers and some other from the Galactic Alliance Defense Force, some old veterans that served with him in the Galactic Republic years and years ago, and others that just heeded his call.

It was quite fitting that they were heading down in dropships called "Silmeria", such designation honored the name of a long and lost mythological being that carried soldiers from battle and guided them to another place to fight in a holy war... and Vex thought that it would just be like one of the pieces in a jigsaw, it just landed in the right place and sounded good.

With his usual voice, he just tried to convey some calm although he knew that mostlikely, these seasoned soldiers didn't need such feeling since they were trained for this, and were ready... they were just a bit late to the battle but still, it didn't mean that they wouldn't be useful against the Sith.

"The light has brought us here with unexpected allies, let's not dwell on politics and instead just focus on our purpose for the time being" The man walked dressed in his Jedi Jumpsuit and with just his lightsaber hanging on his belt "We will head down and fight the Sith with all our might and with the help of the Force. As soon as we land, take defensive positions until we get word from the Field General, understood?"

A loud shout from everyone confirmed the command.

A few minutes later, the dropship had landed... all the troops following Graves disembarked and began to do as he commanded when they were airborne. For the Jedi Master, he went straight to the one in command in order to receive orders. For that reason, he went straight to DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran and once that he was around, he just bowed his head slightly, but not too deeply at the General of the New Imperial Forces.

"Vexander Graves reporting for duty, I have a small task force at my disposal and at your command"
 
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Carannia


There was a small restaurant, not far from the edge of Carannia. Kimora had been there only twice before. Moko's, it was called. Moko's Cuisine. Kind of a fancy name despite the atmosphere. It wasn't a run down kind of place, but it wasn't somewhere you would take someone on a first date. It was comfortable. That's all Kim needed right now. Some comfort. Things were sure to get uncomfortable real soon.

"I'll take a coke. No ice, please." Kimora requested. The twilek behind the counter nodded as he reached below the bar and grabbed a small glass. He held it to the tap and pressed the button, causing the cola to pour into the glass. It fizzled strongly with carbonation. The bartender slid the glass to Kimora who then took it into her hand. She dropped a few credits on the bar and began drinking her cola. It was cold. Refreshing. Just what Kim needed.

"Thanks." Kimora praised. She looked up at the holoprojector, continuing to drink from her glass. Holograms of legions upon legions of troops were seen marching through the streets of the city. Banners of the New Imperial Order flew among them. Kimora sighed before taking the last bit of her cola. "Here comes the parade. You see any civilians out there, pull them in and keep them safe." Kimora slid off the bar stool and reached down to grab her Erebos Protocol sniper rifle and walked towards the restaurant's entrance. As she peered out through the large glass window at the front, Kimora could see pillars of smoke off in the distance. The New Imperials were not playing any games. They were ruthlessly fighting for the capital, no matter the obstacle.

She would have to do the same.

"Roof access?" Kimora questioned the bartender. He quickly pointed towards a door which likely leaded to the back. Quickly, she barged through the door which lead into the kitchen. From there, she could see a dimly lit stairwell. Her ticket to heaven. She ran up the stairs until she reached the door to the roof, barging directly through that one as well. The building wasn't high. Several others around it blocked off vision, but it was a good enough spot for Kimora to get some recon. She took a knee at the edge of the rooftop and looked out through the scope of her rifle, trying to get an eye for anything she could. Up above, dropships came barreling down in large numbers. In the distance, Kimora could spot several battalions just like the holonews reported. None of the other SIFIA agents were in the system for good reason. they were all likely deep in mission somewhere across the galaxy. Kimora was a lone ranger among the defense force of the planet. She would have to improvise until she could find herself among the rest of the Sith.

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