I Want to Hold Your Land (OS Dominion of Balmorra)

[Darth Athora]

Objective: Fortify Sobrik

Almost instantly after the Blackblades were disembarked from the dropships, they came under fire from a makeshift bunker down the road they were marching. The Blackblades took whatever cover they could find within the buildings adjacent to the street. Cyrus took a position in an alleyway with several squads of Blackblades behind him.

"I want that bunker to burn!" he ordered, his voice bellowed through the many communicators of each squad leader. The bunker was solid. Heavily fortified by debris gathered by the Republic forces. The Blackblades were going to need more than just guns for a task such as this.

Armed with Manticores, several Blackblade troopers unleashed hell onto the bunker, firing anti-armor missiles at the futile emplacement from the buildings along the road. It was only a matter of time until it fell and it's inhabitants would be crushed to death.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Vrag"]

 

[Reverance]

Restore Order to Bin-Prime...

Metal against brick, back against wall, Gabriel stood against structure with idle hand gripping stolen scatter gun. Sawed off and pulled from corpse, weary eye inspected the weapon. Recoil pad and stock had been removed and taped back for hold, a poor mans pistol grip. The receiver, magazine, ejection port, and barrel were matte black. The barrel being cut short, of course. And the for-end was a dull brown hue, worn down and scuffed and ribbed for grip.

He inspected the procured bandoleer and slugs within the shotgun, four rounds in magazine one in the chamber. Shifting to his left, he gazed past the wall towards the police station before hearing the ricochet of a bullet and sparks flare. The sound of the blast itself came a second later as he pulled his head back in. The street to the station was the only real access way, beyond flying and dropping in, and was entirely open for traffic. They had even gone so far as to tied speeders together in the front of the facility as a makeshift barrier. He sighed audibly as he looked up and down. The building behind him was three stories tall and with the way the force was working, he would have to scale it manually or climb the stairs. And even then, the distance would be easy pickins for the sniper. Mentally disagreeing with himself, he glanced down and nodded.

A manhole cover. Access and causeways beneath the surface of asphalt. Crouching, he set the gun down and lifted the circular object from hole to gaze down towards the emptiness beneath him. A rusted ladder met his attention as hopped in, grabbing the shotgun before disappearing into the darkness below. The cover slid back over, his arm pulling the scraping metal along, as distant echoes of foot steps upon sludge could be heard in ever decreasing levels. Until nothing could be heard at all.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Kill the Cultists​

Allies: [member="Khan Ra"]​

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From a medium distance she heard the crackle of blaster fire, her men looked at her and she shook her head 'no'. There were others among the Sith that had chose to scour the ruins for the cultists and if they needed help, they knew how to contact her. So she pressed forward through the rubble, her black eyes looking all around for any signs of an ambush. If she led the cultists, she would have staged ambush pointes all along this street to thwart the advance of the enemy, but their leadership appeared to be untrained in the art of war.

After walking down the street without any resistance, they came to a building that was heavily fortified. At least twenty cultists stood outside guarding the ruined building that had been remodeled to serve as a makeshift base. And several more walking around the building's floor, now exposed to the open, keeping watch for signs of the enemy. She gritted her teeth knowing the enemy had the advantage. A head on attack would be checked quickly, her troops taking heavy casualties, and the cultists free to continue with their pursuit of opening the portal.

"I need you to move to our position at once," she said into her comlink ordering her snipers to move up. She needed a plan. A good plan. However, nothing was coming to her. With a heavy sigh, she activated her comlink again and swallowing her pride, said, "[member="Khan Ra"]...we have found their base. Your...your assistance is required."



NPC

Spoiler

Location: Bugtown
Force: 100

 

[Caulder Dune]

Adekos' face, or the portion of it that wasn't obfuscated by his mask, scrunched up. The Umbaran was completely bewildered by this fur-covered midget. First it was groping for his hand, now it was inviting him to rule this galaxy. Darth Adekos had absolutely no desire to rule this galaxy or anything beyond a few star systems. The galaxy at large was a ridiculous place. Star systems were much more manageable, at least in comparison. No, Adekos had no desire to know what it was an Ewok had 'foreseen' or any desire to join him in the conquest of something greater.

Just as he was beginning to warm up to the creature's existence, too. Oh well. Such was life.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline your offer, such as it is. Though perhaps you could convince me if you were to aid in restoring order to Bin Prime." Adekos could not constrain a roll of his eyes after laying out his possible terms.

If he had to delude "the littlest Sith who could" to get him to contribute to the One Sith's growing imperium in the core, he'd do so gladly. Even if the little bastard was an annoying, smelly creature, it had assisted him greatly in dealing with those repulsive Silver Jedi on Prakith. Rather than strangle it outright and eject its corpse into space, it was at least worth humoring. If only for a little bit.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Ba'ar Teff]

OBJECTIVE:RESTORE ORDER TO BIN PRIME

Allies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Cordelia deWinter"], [member="Velda Nar-Donna"], [member="Baroness Magrath"]

After receiving a broadcast message to all members of the One Sith, Ba'ar had no choice but to start heading right for the given coordinates. He was, like always, riding in Zenna. It was a ship of his first and last best friend. The ship was only a Scout Vessel, but it was modified by his best friends parent's before they were all found dead in the debris of a Meteoroid Field. The small ship, luckily for Ba'ar, wasn't seen to land since its Cloaking Device was activated. Landing as close as he can to the location his objective was at, he would climb out of the ship with caution and close the cockpit. Looking around, he would be in the sneaking position while heading towards his target. He would quickly sneak into a crowd, following them towards the flooded streets of anarchists.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Sobrik Command Post
Objective: Protect the city

"Republic commandos encountered in this section of the city, they've created a makeshift bunker and have pinned down several squads of Blackblades," one of the command staff called out.

"I'm sure they can handle it," Taeli replied, not worried in the slightest about the elite troopers that served Lord Vornskr and his offspring. "What about that column approaching from the east?"

"Mainly troopers, but we are seeing some models of droids that must have been looted from BAF," another person yelled. "We have forces redeploying to face them once they breach the wall, choke-point them like on the west."

"Republic soldiers have engaged our outer cordon of defenses," a captain yelled from he was standing next to the comm unit.

Taeli scowled and gave orders to have several more companies of Legion and Arachnid droids deployed into the northern front of the battle. So far, the Krayt Industries droids were doing exactly what she had hoped for, dealing heavy damage to the enemy forces while keeping their troopers fresh and able to fight smartly.

"Inform Knight [member="Vrag"] and [member="Cyrus Zambrano"] we need to push them back in the north, have two companies of troopers meet up with their forces," she ordered.

"Yes, Lady Arcanix," a commander saluted.

Turning to watch the holo-display, she could see more blue appearing as the Republic forces began pushing at the north and the east front opened up. The west was showing some Republic commandos still alive, but that front had been mainly shut down. It would remain to be seen how it would go, and that was when her datapad pinged that the governor of Sobrik was coming to the command post. Lovely.

 

[Romus]

OBJECTIVE: Fortify Sobrik​

Orders came in loud and clear from the communicator, as he was leading a small contingency through the fields. Vekkar Zesh, now reborn as Romus through the glorious One Sith, threw up his right fist signaling his squad to halt. All members were expected to aid in the military efforts of the Sith, no matter how new to the fold they were, which Romus himself greatly respected. Not only did it give those of lower rank such as himself the opportunity of recognition, it also achieved something more beneficial for the order. It weeded out the weak. No matter how many of them died this day, the Sith would become all the stronger because of it.

Adorned with the customary flat-black body armor and a vibrosword on his side, his muscular frame made his image look most menacing. But, as imposing as he was, he was still just an acolyte. Balmorra wasn't another training session; he had to show no mercy. And expect none in return. Landing in the garrison, his squad consisted of a mix between Sith soldiers and Sobrik's own military personnel. He was to fortify their defenses for the foreboding Republic attack.

Just thinking about the Republic hypocrites made him feel sick with disgust. They all deserved to die.

 

[Reverance]

Restore Order to Bin-Prime...

The murky waters through the cement tunnels were filled with filth and excrement, the sludge was nearly stagnant and slow flowing. The Sith Lord was flying almost entirely blind, the vision and sensing was muffled and indirect. Like hearing the sounds of sirens, bouncing indiscreetly through the forest. He knew it was there, but determining exact location was becoming problematic.

The tunnels didn't turn so much as 't' and fork. Angular construction was a more appropriate form for this sort of system, as it allowed direct control of flow at access points and drainage entry. Irregular light provided guidance for walking, beams streaming through holes in manholes and grates. The random footstep or run could obscure sight, making the irregular situation all the more delicate. As he walked, Gabriel lifted the shotgun up high, realizing the silver lining in the fact that he forgot his armorweave cloak and the greaves of the war-torn armor. That gambesons would have soaked up these smells to no end. A fortunate thing, indeed.

He continued to move forward, taking a left when it felt right, taking a right when he wasn't sure, and going straight when the system allowed it. He could feel that he was upon the police station. He just knew it, he had to be. And in the distance, he could see a light shining through a drain and a ladder leading upward. Soon enough...if his presence didn't scare off the problem children, perhaps his smell would.

 

[Khan Ra]

Location: En route to cultists base
Objective: Kill the Cultists
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"]

Khan followed swiftly behind the fleeing sniper, hoping not to be spotted. There was a chance the sniper might have been stupid enough to lead him directly to their base... He would fine it long before Venefica if that was the case. He could destroy the cult before anyone else even got near it... The thought brough t a smile to his face, despite his fact that trying to take on ane ntire cult singlehandedly would be certain death. Though he didn't see it that way, of course.

The sniper hadn't seen him. His luck was finally picking up after the failures of Kashyyk and Rendili... And then a familiar voice came over his comlink. The sniper ahead flinched suddenly, before abruptly changing course into a nearby ruined building. He'd fething heard him! Snarling, Khan turned his focus to the message. She'd found the base? How the feth did she manage that? However his expression quickly changed as he heard the rest... She needed his asistance? Why? And why would she ask him? Where were her troops? Did she seriously think he'd help her? The Acolyte glanced to the ruined building that the sniper had ran inside, considering whether or not to go after the cultist. He could capture the sniper, get information... But the most he would accomplish is finding teh location of the abse. If Venefica was already there, why not let her lead him there? He would move ahead, secure the base while Venefica was otherwise occupied... He would let Venefica assist him in his victory.

After a minute's pause, Khan's voice came back over [member="Darth Venefica"]'s comlink. "Where are you?"


(Tl;dr: Sniper got away, replie to Venefica's message.)

 

[Vrag]

Location: Sobrik
Objective: Push back the Republic hold-out forces in the North
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Cyrus Zambrano"]

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Well, there went her show. She'd just settled in well, one leg hanging over the armrest of a portable chair she'd popped out in front of a commander's holo display of the city. It had been nice too, and comfortable; and don't even get her started on the fresh batch of popcorn the boys had just given out! Nothing seemed to go her way these days. Damn the Rapture and the mess it had brought with it.

With a growl, the Sith rose from her temporary throne, casting one last longing look at the abandoned snack before hoisting the daunting RPG on her shoulder again, heading off into the indicated direction. She'd come with a purpose, after all, and it wouldn't look very nice for a Knight to lounge around while the mooks did all the work. They had a reputation to maintain, a façade to uphold; it wouldn't do for the Galaxy to learn that the might of the Sith lay in their strategic prowess and well-trained forces, rather than the few corrupted men and women who liked to laugh maniacally and spew lightning from their fingers.

Vrag seized one of the speeders parked in the vicinity and revved the engine with a peculiar sort of satisfaction, zooming towards the danger zone. Vehicle navigation, at this point in time, was highly evolved, and the woman hardly had to do anything after having entered the appropriate coordinates, her blue eyes scanning the blurred urban scenery for potential threats instead; you could never be too cautious, and Force only knows what the Republic might come up with in their desperation. An animal cornered was at its most vicious, and the upstart forces were obviously reaching the edge of sanity, judging by their choice to attack a fortified city under Sith rule.

Well, no matter. A few less soldiers to help out when the two galactic powers next clashed on some unfortunate planet. If the recent frequency of their conflicts was anything to go by, they'd have a chance to meet again soon enough.

 

[Zola]

Location: On the bridge of the Darzu with [member="Darth Adekos"]

Jemmila Kyrgen was painfully aware of the fact that almost overnight, the name her mother and father gave her on Natinati no longer held much, if any, importance anymore. Any new acquaintances did not bother to remember it, and why should they? Since the young Hapan woman had joined the ranks of the One Sith, she was merely the little Acolyte of Darth Adekos. That’s all that mattered to any of the other Sith, naturally. As the young woman had no sentimental attachment to her name, and in fact, had come to associate it with the typical self-loathing of a manic depressive, it was almost freeing to be rid of it. Much like a snake shedding its outermost layer of skin, and emerging with shiny, new scales.

With a gait like a blaster shot, Darth Adekos’ Acolyte purposefully strode towards the bridge of the Darzu where she was scheduled to meet said Master. Plucked from the streets of Coruscant in a raid on a homeless shantytown, a place she had merely been visiting in search of some spice. Jemmila had only just begun her training with the Dark Lord, and had barely left his personal Lucrehulk-Class of battleships where she now resided. As her Masters familiar metallic voice echoed through the corridors of the Darzu, she felt her adrenaline rising. The One Sith were among other things, to take care of Bugtown cultists and Bin Prime anarchists rampaging through the city streets and causing havoc. He called it a mission, Jemmila called it free Acolyte training.

She approached her Master, gave him a cordial bow, and then arched a brow at the small beady-eyed bear-like creature hovering near. “Found yourself a friend, My Lord?”

 

[Reverance]

Restore Order to Bin-Prime...

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

The shotgun found itself deep in the leather sheath upon waist as the Sith Lord slowly climbed the metal rungs on rusted ladder. As he ascended to the ceiling of the tunnel, he pushed upwards against the metal drain, though it failed to budge. Letting out a silent sigh, he rolled his shoulder, and punched upward, slamming armored fist into the center of the square. On hinges, the bolt stripped clean and freed the grate from the tiled flooring. It echoed through the room above.

Lifting himself slowly through the large hole, Gabriel found himself in the white washed open shower room of the police station. Studded at eight feet in height, chrome shower heads extended from the tiled walls with controls at relatively mid chest height. To the north, roughly twenty feet, the room opened up into the bathroom facility of closed stalls. Gabriel placed himself against an alcove, the phrik of his pauldrons rubbing against ceramic, as he removed the shotgun from the holster.

Absentmindedly, he opened the chamber to check the round, before gripping it by the for-end. Now, he would wait for the door to open. His primary objective would be to subdue the leader of the anarchists. Subdue was a loose term, of course, as he had no intent on allowing any of the individuals in the station to survive. However, as he waited, he quietly contemplated the irony of an anarchist group finding shelter in a police station. Police being those employed to combat the onset of anarchy. I'll let that one sink in.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Location: Sobrik
Objective: Support [member="Vrag"]'s Operation
Allies: Hauntruss Death Dragoons [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Cyrus Zambrano"]

A line of black armored storm troopers, dismounted from their usual speeder bike mounts, formed up to parallel columns near a field that lead into the last of the Republic hold-out on Balmorra. Newly expunged from the wastes of the Netherworld, Darth Hauntruss strode down the middle of this military formation. The hot breezes of the Balmorran winds animated her dark cloak as it flapped like the wings of a giant black bird. Stopping short of the end of her formation, one of the lieutenants of the Dragoon Guard approached his dark master and held out a holo comm-link. The small device first projected a small glittering blue image of the the city under-siege - Sobrik.

"Commander." he began, "Republic forces have taken up positions at point indicated in the map 'mam." Hauntruss nodded her head while folding her black gloved arms together. "Excellent work Lieutenant. Have your group move into that position and route the initial forces. I shall take the rest and move to counter the others. We shall rendezvous here at the central avenue of the city...understand?" Hauntruss commanded with a sinisterly calm tone. The lieutenant saluted and replied, "Yes my lady!" Marching off he gathered his unit and they mounted their black speeders to descend upon the point of attack.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySXsFk3v-_E​

Turning to her other half she rested herself on top of her speeder, before removing her own portable comm-link. The device blinked into life and scanning her image, sent her avatar to the main commander of this assault - Sith Knight [member="Vrag"]. It would be interesting to let a Knight supervisor her movements. After all they are the future.

Hauntruss' dark image moved and with it her voice through the holo-projection. "Hail my dark kindred" Hauntruss' hissing slithering into existence, "I shall be assisting in your operations young one...What is your position Knight [member="Vrag"]"

 

[Darth Athora]

OBJ: Fortify Sorbik

It was only a matter of time before the pitiful bunker was decimated. Cyrus stood on the 4th floor of a building in the northwestern district of Sorbik. Missiles gliding through the air towards the bunker. It was almost beautiful. Just need a little...more oomph.

"Finish them.." he commanded through the communicators. With that, the Blackblades unleashed a simultaneous strike of missiles at the bunker, finally causing the emplacement to explode. The nearby buildings came crashing down due to the impact of the explosion, but collateral damage was not a factor to Cyrus. Once the devastation had quieted down, a Blackblade recieved a transmission.

"Seems the might of Panatha is needed to the north." he stated as a sly grin crept it's way onto Cyrus' face. The Blackblades emptied the buildings they were positioned inside of and began marching towards the east to intercept the Republic forces.

A curtain of black was being pushed across the city. The Panathan Empire was on the move.

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] |

 

[Vrag]

Location: Sobrik North
Objective: Stop the Republic forces' progress​

Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Cyrus Zambrano"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtRhi-P_MjM​

Somewhere along the way to her destination, the Knight had picked up a few platoons of troops, flocking like sheep to their shepherd. The notion brought a small smile to the firrerreo's face as she dismounted from her speeder, her armored form at once engulfed by the marching soldiers. It almost felt like home by now, a safety borne of anonymity and numbers. In the swarm of black that flooded the streets of Sobrik to stem the flow of their opposition, Vrag was just another nameless armored form amid a sea of nearly indistinguishable bodies adorned in similar protection.

This time, the rocket launcher in her arms was a bit of a give-away, but a random observer would still have no clue that she was, in fact, a Sith of some rank. Thankfully, that's why people had invented comlinks at some point, so they wouldn't have to find their allies by sight alone and then yell across the noise a fully armored squadron of troops will usually make. That nifty device crackled in her ear, and the woman fiddled with the projector on her wrist for a moment before the holo sprung up, the small blue form bobbing up and down as Vrag moved.

"North of the palace," the woman replied curtly, her face inscrutable behind the blackened visor. "We are being joined by the Blackguards of Panatha," she added as a comm. officer relayed her the information.

"My forces will be stopping the frontal assault, we have the heavy weaponry and the equipment to withstand a head-on attack," she continued once she was apprised of everyone's position. "Panatha is coming from the west, and we'll catch them in a crossfire. The resistance will be dead and irrelevant soon enough," a glance at her projector showed her the layout of the city, littered with blue and red dots representing the Sith and their enemy.

"The east is still under fire, contact Darth Arcanix about the situation there. The Republic forces here will be dealt with shortly."

 

[Romus]

Establishing a defensive perimeter is paramount in fortification, as well as Romus could tell. The squad he was leading, along with a handful of others, were setting up positions and scouting the immediate area outside the city. That was when he had noticed movement ahead. Well, more like a refection in the distance. He reached behind his waist to the binoculars clipped to his belt, and brought it to his eyes.

Tanks.

Not only were there multiple tanks advancing from the horizon line, but there were a number of infantry assigned to each in small clusters. It wouldn't be much longer and this place would be a war-zone. Pushing the activation button on his comlink, he spoke on the open channel. "I have visual on multiple tanks and infantry advancing from the south south-east-sector 100 clicks away." With that, he turned to his squad. "Begin setting up our defenses! You," he pointed to a young soldier. A demolition. "Set up mines in a V formation."

He had heard the chatter of the eastern sector being attacked already, but this area was clear up until now. He could hear the battle raging in the distance to his left, that area already in incursion. The enemy was trying to divert their forces to create an opening, and his sector was such a weakness. He had to prepare and stand fast. He - the SIth - couldn't afford to split their resources any more. The rest of them began prepping all of the RPGs and mortars they had. Tanks were going to pose a real threat, especially in this area of Balmorra - where there wasn't much cover. They had to stop them from getting in range of the city.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Vrag"] [member="Cyrus Zambrano"] [member="Romus"] @Darth Hauntress

Location: Sobrik Command Post
Objective: Defend the city

Even as the governor of the city moved to the command center to speak with her, reports were coming in from Knight Vrag and the forces with her that the northern attack was being blunted, but the east was now under attack. That was not acceptable for her, and the Sith would react appropriately.

"Lady Arcanix, I must thank you for coming to the defense of our city," the governor said, and she already didn't like him. His voice and mannerisms screamed craven personality. Joy.

"We must protect those that actually wish to see the Sith take the planet and re-establish order," she responded, looking at the holo-display of the city and deciding to take the field herself. "Governor, I would like to speak more, but I need to go address a situation personally. Excuse me."

Moving out of the command post, she activated her comlink and began redirecting forces in the inner cordon to head east to reinforce that region. Falling in with her troopers and the droids they had deployed, she began marching through the city, deflecting sniper fire aimed at her with her lightsaber.

The east was hotly contested, but at least Republic armored vehicles couldn't advance just yet for fear of being bombarded by missiles and explosives. They had learned from what happened to the majority of the northern column's tanks and walkers.

"Kill or subdue them," she ordered, sweet and simple ones and she charged in, her second lightsaber blade igniting as she charged with the troopers into the firefight in front of them, all the while she was keeping track of things through her earpiece comlink. Limbs and the smell of charred flesh started to fill the air as she started carving through enemy soldiers. Necessary, but she wished they would just accept defeat and surrender.

 

[Cordelia deWinter]

Restore order to Bin Prime
[member="Velda Nar-Donna"]

The ship would arrive to Bin Prime in the midst of riots and chaos.

Pale violet eyes would quietly study the view of the city as they would make to land, watching from the view port, her reflection a pale white image.

The engine's hum would turn into a low whine, having landed upon the landing pad. She was to meet others who would heed the call to restore order to Bin Prime.

If not by the Force; then by brute strength.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Location: Arriving on Balmorran Surface
Objective: Kill the Cultists
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Khan Ra"]

"Bleeeeeed...." A sibilant voice rang out into the darkness, as a writhing monstrous cretin sat upon a rotting Throne of a wicked stench. A jagged dagger rusted with coagulated blood, ran across the hapless arm of some captive... as it slowly leaked the hardly pulsing fluid of his victim, redden eyes, seemingly bloodshot with gold pierced through the darkness, as a scowl penetrated through his ship to all the victims he would make this day. The pain was awful... a constant companion, and a constant reminder that the entire galaxy was in turmoil. The force did not cooperate, and an uncountable number of people went missing... though it was the former that plagued the twisted broken jigsaw puzzle of Zambrano the Hutt, the Vile and Diseased.

As the Hutt Chariot touched down (possibly causing some to momentarily ponder how it got here, and why it might be here, before moving on), Zambrano descended the ramp within his hovering throne, still sliding his dirty blade through the flesh of hardly living and possibly dead beings, mutilated beyond human recognition. Zambrano had not been with the One Sith long, holding no discernible incredible rank (not a concern of his however) there was little he gained in terms of direct command. However, Balmorra was a different sort of story. Balmorra required elements of delicacy, as well as brutality... and the Zambrano was never really the "delicate" type.... in any lifetime. As such, he was order directly, to stay utterly away from any other objective but to slaughter cultists. This was fine with him, though he didn't really listen, only really tuning it when the order became "Kill the Cultists". That was perfectly fine...

Perfectly fine...

 

[Darth Athora]

OBJ: Fortify Sobrik

The pace quickened as time went by. The Republic forces attempting a strike against the Sith-friendly world of Balmorra was nothing but a pest. And pests are easily exterminated. As the Blackblades continued their march down the street, sniper fire came from the rooftops. "Lord Cyrus. The Caras are ready to provide air support on your order." came a relayed message from a trooper, originating from a squadron of the gunships.

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Send the order! I want those snipers decimated!" Cyrus barked to the Blackblade captain giving him this message.

In a matter of minutes, gunfire lit up the rooftops the snipers were camping on. But, that's not all that was atop the roofs. Anti-aircraft missile fire came from the roofs aimed at the gunships. 2 ships came crashing down due to being hit heavily by the missile fire.

Cyrus stepped out of the building. Alone. As the ships came crashing down to his location. "Lord Cyrus!" a Blackblade called out. All it took was a simple look at the Blackblade to make him close his mouth. Cyrus returned his gaze to the gunships as they came down swiftly. Cyrus slowly closed his eyes as the fiery wreckages of gunships crashed heavily. Both gunships exploded further upon impact.

The dust soon settled and the Blackblades went to inspect the wreckages and search for Cyrus' body. But, what they found was different. The two ships landed directly besides Cyrus. He was miraculously unscathed. He crept his eyes back open and watched his Blackblades looking at him with concerning gazes.

"What the kark are you all staring at? We've a mission to finish. Move!"

The snipers were destroyed and the Blackblades continued to push east, intercepting Republic troops each block they passed.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"]