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

[Vrag]

Location: Sobrik North
Objective: SMASHY.
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Cyrus Zambrano"] | [member="Romus"]

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With Panatha pressing from the west and her own forces coming from the south, the Republic was losing men by the minute. The labyrinthine urban terrain had them split up into multiple smaller groups, further adding to the flanking action.

Snipers moved from house to house, never staying in one place too long to avoid enemy fire as the rebels below tried desperately to thin them out. Caught between the Sith troops in the front and the Blackguards advancing from the side, they lacked the manpower to deal with all of them at once, ultimately losing ground and lives on all fronts. That's not to say that the 'Pubs were going down without a fight; with impending doom comes a unique mentality, after all, one of a cornered animal that has nothing left to live for, and the dying soldiers were as true an incarnation of that sentiment as any.

The Knight, too, made good on her promises for this particular bout with the Republic, blowing up enemy barricades like nobody's business. She had long ago found out that in such a messy melée, a lightsaber was next to useless, and adapted accordingly. What better way to do so than with a huge RPG? The weapon did exactly what it was built to do, and Vrag couldn't be more pleased with the results. Not only did she manage to wipe out several encampments in the blink of an eye, with every explosion the opposition was further reminded of their inevitable failure, and barring a miracle, the relentless assault would soon have the Republic morale ground into dust.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

Darth Adekos' looked away from the Ewok to note the entrance of one of his apprentices. "Oh, Jemmila. How very nice of you to join us. I don't believe you've had the pleasure of meeting Warok. Warok the Defiler, as he styles himself. A Sith Knight of power far greater than his physique would suggest."

He indicated Warok without looking at him. Adekos had known of the One Sith's singular Ewok member since the assault that had taken place on Ashera, when the miserable little furball had nearly stolen from him a holocron of the utmost importance to his own training. But fortunately that had all panned out, and then the two had spent quality time on Prakith, defending a landing bay from two migraine inducing serfs. That battle had been hard fought but ultimately lost, though it did delay the two nimrods long enough that the rest of the One Sith were able to secure victory on the planet.

Perhaps not his finest hour. No need to fill anyone who hadn't been present on the finicky details.

"Warok, this is Jemmila. Do acquaint yourselves."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Kill the Cultists​

Allies: [member="Khan Ra"] ... [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]​

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She glanced up at the ruined street signs trying to read them, then at the building, and finally replied, "At the intersection of 4th and Rhoutag....or some name like that." She hated asking for help, but at the same time she wasn't a fool. She didn't crave the glory of battle or the rewards of victory to make a name for herself; her reputation was already cut into the minds of her enemies; alive and dead. She also knew the one she called the Mighty Tiger, [member="Khan Ra"], was allowing himself to be blinded by a misplaced disdain he thought she held for him. So she decided when he arrived here she would allow him to take the reigns and lead the assault. Failure or victory would be his, but regardless of the outcome, she threw him a bone; a meatless and unsavory bone, but a bone none the less.

"Form a perimeter around the building....and be quiet about it. We don't want to tip our hand until we are ready to grip them by their throats," she ordered her troops, getting them set up for the assault. The snipers, arriving minutes later, stood poised to accept her orders. "You are to take up positions in the upper levels of the surrounding buildings. When the fight begins...do what you do best. Now go."

Now she would wait for the Mighty Tiger and his forces to arrive.



NPC

Spoiler

Location: Bugtown
Forces: 100

 

[Darth Ayra]

The apartment was bland, full of furniture designed more for comfort than style. The TV in the corner was playing, displaying coverage of what was going on in Bin Prime. The major stories were covering different sections of the city and the riots that were on going. A table with a stack of datapads, a computer that Alicia recognised as a Core I and seats were to the side. She assumed that was where Serj was currently at work.

"We're losing money," spoke Serj, as he moved to one of the seats in front of the Core I. "The market is crashing."
"What one? They're all crashing," spoke Alicia, moving to the back of an arm chair and leaning on it to watch the Muun. She folded her arms across her chest as she watched him.
"In this case, the droid manufacturing industry. Local corporations that we invested into have lost stock. In the past hour, three have already pulled out of Balmorra. It's my job to decide what assets we should keep."
"What of the factories? Surely these corporations and local businesses held ownership?"
"They did, but now they have passed onto the Clan as per the contracts that they signed when they got our investments. We've put a lot of money into Balmorra since the end of the Four Hundred Year Darkness. The Clan and Muunilinst was getting back to the way it used to be, but now..." Serj trailed off. In a galaxy that had been splintered for nearly four centuries, the economies of worlds were beginning to pick back up.

Now this had happened and all of that work was becoming undone. Testimony to the fact that the galaxy needed true leaders to restore itself. Someone who fancied themselves to be in that position stood before Serj Sularius. Her yellow eyes seemed to glow for a moment, before reverting back to it's hazel colouration.

"Perhaps I could be of some assistance to you and the Clan," Alicia spoke softly.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

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

"Then East it shall be" Hauntruss confirmed. Wrapping her legs around her mount seat she signalled the rest of her Dragoon to mount up. "Follow my lead! DEATH!" Hauntruss' battle cry shrieked into the wind. The dragoons shouted back in equal zeal. The sudden rolling thunder of activated speeder engines flooded the field. Then like a black current the force exploded into animation. 150 elite rides descended from the hills with their power lances glowing white hot as their thermal-cutting functions were activated.

The first victims was a lightly armed battalion of Republic forces who were relying resources to those near [member="Vrag"]'s position. Hearing the thunder, one turned to only be meet in the face by the searing tip of a power lance. His head removed clean off flung into the terrified band of recruits. Hauntruss was at the head of the spear of death. Crack and Snap! The red light whip weaved a trail of death. "The guns, kill the cannons!" shouhte Hauntruss pointing to a instalment of anti-infantry cannons being scrambled to action. The secondary riders on some of the bikes picked up their long-range bazookas and hammered the cannon teams with hellfire.

Smiling Hauntruss swung her light whip in a coded signal to move into a wide two column formation.

"FORWARD!"​

 

[Reverance]

Restore Order too Bin-Prime...

The business end of the shotgun pressed hard against the anarchists head, pushing his face hard against the mirror. Shock, surprise, dread; all emotions that filled the mans expression as Gabriel pressed his left hand against the back of his neck, his right extended back and pressing the weapon against hair and occipital proturbance. For a second, the Sith Lord felt he was pushing so hard that he might crack through skin and skull alike. Mentally waving away such fleeting concerns, he pulled the weapon back and yanked the young man to him. He was shivering and had he not relieved himself just prior, well, it might something to add to the sludge and sewage aroma.

"Tell me...how many of you are there? Where is your leader?" Gabriel whispered and continued the brandishing threat of his weapon as he gripped the young mans throat with armored claw. As he spoke, he searched the mans thoughts. The proximity and sense of touch allowed a piercing gaze but it was still afflicted by a sense of strangeness. Like a thing not of his own. Yet the dissection gave view of the scenery, and the leaders location, before the mind shook free with a revitalized sense of rebellion. The young anarchist shook his head, swallowing the certainty of the situation.

Gabriel let out a soft chuckle as he twisted his wrist, the claw wrapped around the spine, as the action jerked free the mortal coil. The spinal cord severed loosely and the body went limp. Gabriel maintained a firm and rigid grip as he slowly lowered the body to the tile floor. Dragging him by the collar, he planted him the shower room, hidden within an alcove. Like a stalking butler, the Hand opened the door out from the bathroom and slowly began to make his way down the hallway. He felt a congregation within the heart of the station, no on suspecting an inside job of this magnitude. Either way, old beaut, the name he internalized for the shotgun, remained rested in both hands. He didn't fear the noise it would produce, though it would inevitably provide a dreadful day for whoever found themselves at the wrong end of it.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: East Sobrik
Objective: Break those foolish Republic soldiers

Taeli scowled as a stray blaster bolt seared across the bottom of her dress, she had just had this dress made for her and now it was ruined. Why couldn't the Republic just stop and surrender? It would be so much easier than resisting. It was pointless.

Still, with the reinforcements arriving from the other fronts, they need only break this attack in the east and the Republic offensive would collapse, at least so it would appear. Pity the Force was still karked up with whatever was going on. Twirling her lightsaber, she deflected two bolts back into the faces of two troopers before charging forward with more soldiers. Behind them, two Arachnid droids began spraying the enemy with repeating blasters, some of them grappled to the walls of building from their fiber cord launchers. It truly was a killzone that was developing, but the Republic still had some walkers and tanks that were starting to come into play.

"Rockets on that armor!" she yelled, slicing through the arm of one soldier in her way and decapitating another with a twirl of her wrists.

Rockets flew from several soldiers and explosion ripped through the area, dust and debris filling the spot where two walkers had been. Corpses strewn the area, but at least none of them were civilians so the Republic couldn't use that as propaganda against them.

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Cyrus Zambrano"]

 

[Reverance]

Restore Order to Bin-Prime...

The door opened before him, as if in slow motion. Lunging forward, he planted his foot hard into the wood threshold, smacking the door against the anarchists nose. Gabriel could hear the clack and break of cartilage as it flung the man into the small dining room. The door kept swinging, riding the hinge into the room as he strafed across the entry and pulled the trigger. The slug released in a spread of bullets, pelting the individual he had just bounced against the dinning room floor. The blast annihilated the legs of the wooden table behind the warm corpse, sending condiments down upon the body.

Click...tink. Gabriel pulled the pump, evacuating the used shell to land smoking upon ceramic orange floor. A man ran out from another door down the hallway as the Sith Lord, muted to the force around him, released another shell and it's deadly innards. The spiraling cluster of metal tore down the hallway, cutting the walls and body simultaneously, as it carved it's way all the down the hallway. Click...tink. He went back through the dining room as another combatant returned fire down the long room.

The dining room was an "L" shape and as he veered the corner, he let loose another shot. Nothing but wall. Click...tink. The door on the far end swung upon, a man in his early twenties. A man likely with a child and wife at home. Now he was a man taking a ceramic tile nap. Click...tink. Another man rushed through and the Sith Lord pulled the trigger, but nothing escaped. So he did the next best thing - a sideways fling of the shotgun, aiming for the knees of the combatant. The anarchist ate it, falling head over feet in the threshold and as soon as he hit the ground, he was spun around and in a neck hold by the Hand.

Pulling a holstered pistol from the mans thigh, Gabriel proceeded forward, equipped with new and fresh meat shield. A meat shield who was now learning the taste of the mans palm, as he sealed the mouth shut with a phrik armored grip. The Hand began making his way through the front of the station, firing openly upon those who would assail him...and he was having the time of his life. Duck...duck...duck...dead!

 

[Zola]

Location: Aboard the Darzu with [member="Darth Adekos"] and [member="Warok the Defiler"]

A Sith Ewok. Now Jemmila had seen everything. Had it snowed on tattooine as well? Out of respect for the diminutive Sith Lord, she gave herself a swift punch on the leg to contain her laughter. The teddy bear of evil could probably kick her ass all over the bridge of the Drazu and beyond, so she simply pressed her palms together and bowed her head, a curtain of dirty blonde hair framing her face. “Master Warok,” she said, her voice clipped. “It is an honor.” A small giggle. Almost inaudible, but not quite.

The tiny Sith Knight hardly gave her a second glance. Strangely, the Ewok’s black beady eyes leered at Darth Adekos as if he were a drunken prom queen in a room full of football players. That was odd. Perhaps, he was simply waiting with rapt attention for the Dark Lord’s orders. That was the only explanation she could muster as any other was just plain full of wrong.

She turned to Darth Adekos, palms still pressed together reverently, and posed a question. “As overjoyed as I am to meet such an esteemed Sith Knight as Warok the Defiler, when do I get to meet these other apprentices of yours that I keep hearing so much about?”

Around her Master's battleship, the Machinator, there was a bit of loose chatter about other apprentices of Darth Adekos’ but Jemmila had yet to see one. Jemmila could barely contain her anticipation at meeting one, as the Hapan always welcomed a bit of healthy competition. Well, maybe more than a bit.

 

[Ellie Mors]

While she was slowly regaining traction after her failure on Kashyyk, it was still clear that she would need to locate her vision to multiple locations in order to more quickly spread the influence of the One Sith and the Dark Lord's will throughout the core regions of the galaxy. She certainly had not played much of an active role in the taking of planets after Rendili, but now it was time for her to set the gears in motion while she prepared to go under for surgery on Coruscant. At the current time she was sitting in a hospital bed in Coruscant, one which she had checked herself back into after leaving Rendili, and awaiting the arrival of the surgeon team that would be applying the ridiculously expensive medical treatment that [member="Alric Kuhn"] has afforded for her. While he seemed busy on the phone by the window looking over the streets below, she was fiddling with the datapad she'd had sitting at her bedside prior. 'Once Balmorra is taken we'll be moving to Neimoidia, Bilibringi, and Khomm. I will have some forces sent to Bilibringi, the Ultrachome fighters I had designed with Titan. I'll attend Khomm myself once I am cleared after surgery.' Silara typed, writing up a message to be sent to her personal aide. 'Please send for the Acolyte whom wished to meet with me once the surgery has completed.' She added, referencing the promising Sith Acolyte that had sought after her for teachings. She wasn't quite certain about the whole ordeal, but she would try to be as suitable for her as Mierin had been for her - although she had no plans for any sudden deaths in coming months.

 

[Reverance]

Restore Order to Bin-Prime...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlbC-hk25Aw​

Bang! The bullet erupted from the barrel, likely deafening the meat shield, as the slug traveled upon instructed path. Effortlessly, the ballistic smacked through skin and skull and brain and back out again. Full metal jackets, the bullet embedded itself in the wall as the body dropped to the ground, suddenly surrounded by it's own thick pool of red. He spotted another running in front of him and through a door, to find shelter behind the wall of an adjacent room. Bang, Bang, Bang! The rounds fired through the thin plaster and beige material, finding bone along the legs of the hidden. The anarchist fell to the ground in a wail and cry of pain. He released another round into the back as he walked by. Bang!

Jerking his arm to the left, Gabriel spun the head of his meat shield like a top, grabbing the two magazines from the belt before dropping the body. The slide was locked, he thought, as he spun the corner and found reprieve against a round column. Releasing the magazine, he fed another one in, staggered at fifteen rounds, and fed the first round with the snap and release of the slide. Diving a rolling, he came to a stop. Bang, Bang! The rounds hit a singular body directly at the core, the brass finding solemn resting spots against the polished floor. Standing, he sprinted towards the next wall and glanced around, short of breath.

"You have two seconds to surrender..." He said as poked his head back into safety. He had no intent on allowing them to surrender, he was having far too much fun. The last room was purely for the purpose of awards and ceremonies. A square room with a podium at the front, three individuals found safety behind the wood. He couldn't tell if there was another, but he felt the tinge of a presence in an alcove to the right as one enters the room. Coming out of protection, he aimed and fired. Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang! He painted a horizontal line across the podium and heard three drops, though they likely weren't fatal. Seven rounds left.

Entering in a run, he ducked and pulled the trigger. Bang, Bang! Behind red curtains, a boy, maybe 18, fell to the ground in a slump. Standing, Gabriel clicked his tongue and walked slowly to the podium to find one left, attempting to crawl over the bodies of his fallen comrades. "Pathetic..." He whispered, as he fired five rounds into his back. Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang! And with that, he threw the gun, sliding across the floor, and walked back through the facility, looking for his stolen shotgun. He had become quite attached to that thing.

 

[Isar]

"Sar-chasm," mispronounced the Ewok, shaking his head at [member="Darth Adekos"]' reaction.

Suddenly a fine specimen of a humanoid female sashayed through the bridge, recognizable as Hapan because nobody else in the room could hold a candle to her. Black eyes followed intently, an image popping into his head.

Now wouldn't that be an introduction.

Instead, the littlest member of the Sith extended a paw toward [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"].

"What's Hapan-ing?"

 

[Khan Ra]

Objective: Kill da cultists
Location: En route to 4th and Rhoutag
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Khan didn't repsond to the comlink, rather he glanced at the nearest street sign. He didn't think he was far off... Though it was more then hard to tell. Perhaps the sniper brought him closer to the base then he had originally thought. Without paying the siper hiding away in his building another thought,m the Felactian made his way towards Venefica's location. He had no troops with him; just himself, but he had enough confidence for an army. Which would probably be his downfall at one point or another. He was doomed to overestimate himself and get himself killed in the process. Eventually, that is.

After a few minutes wait, Khan eventually found the reinforced builing surrounded by Venefica's troops. The Acolyte scoffed. Why didn't she just storm the building? Well it meant all the more chance for him to take the glory she would have otherwise claimed. It would be his gain. Khan's grip on his vibroblade tightened as he got closer to Venefica. "I'm here."


(Sorry for the wait)

 

[Darth Athora]

OBJ: Fortify Sobrik


Cyrus could feel the adrenaline running through his bloodstream. It was ecstasy to the young Zambrano. The simple sight of the Republic sympathizers being decimated by the Blackblade troops made Cyrus feel warm inside. It was only a matter of time before he grabbed hold of the hilt of his lightsabers and ignited their fiery red blades.

"Lord Cyrus. We've recieved word that Lady Arcanix is under fire from a building a few blocks further." an officer reported to Cyrus. He grinned and nodded. Cyrus took to the front of his troops, rallying them together and sprinted down a long alleyway towards the previously mentioned building. The faint sounds of gunfire echoed through the alley in a symphony of war.

The building was up ahead. Cyrus looked up the rear of the building. It was 4 or 5 stories high. Piece of cake.

Cyrus and the Blackblades launched their grappling hooks up towards the roof. Once they had latched on, the climbing would begin. The moved swiftly to provide the support Lady Arcanix would need. They reached the fifth floor. "Targets acquired sir.." a Blackblade said through the communicator as the snipers on the floor were spotted.

"Do it." Cyrus commanded.

In an instant, blaster rifle fire would fill the room, ripping through the Republic snipers like a hot knife through butter. Some were even hit so hard that their bodies went crashing out of the building onto the street where Darth Arcanix might spot them. Once the snipers were down, Cyrus led the Blackblades into the building to do a full sweep should there be anymore troops inside.

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

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Kill the Cultists​

Allies: [member="Khan Ra"] ... [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]​

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With the arrival of [member="Khan Ra"] and his troops, they could now assault the building and eliminate the cult before they could open the portal. "Our snipers are positioned in the adjacent buildings ready to kill when the first shots are fired. Our troops have taken cover and currently have the building surrounded. With both of our forces here...we can assault the building quickly. One of us needs to infiltrate the building when the fighting breaks out and stop the one's inside the building." She smiles at the Acolyte. "And that someone should be you. You want glory...there it is waiting for you."

The Mighty Tiger could at times be over eager and reckless for sure, but he was also relentless and efficient. Here was his chance to prove himself and show what he was really made of. And if he died in the process, that was one less potential rival she had to deal with later. "If you are ready to commence with the attack...then you should do it now."

 

[Khan Ra]

Objective: Kill le cultists
[member="Darth Venefica"]

... Khan listened to Venefica's brief, more skeptical the longer she spoke. She wanted him to kill the cultists? To accomplish the mission? Why? She had troops, she could have done it herself... What was the catch? Perhaps the cultists had already escaped, she wanted him to go in, make a fool of himself... Or they'd gone elsewhere and she wanted him distracted while she followed them. Hm. After a few moment's pause, however, Khan nodded. There was nosense in simply refusing- there was a possibility she simply dind't want to do it herself.. Perhaps she was scared of them? That could be it... She feared they were more powerful then she was- she'd rather let someone else die, weaken them, before she went in for the kill and cliamed the glory. Khan smiled internally. And he'd take it instead by actually killing them, rather then dying himself.

"Very well. I'll go in when the distraction starts." Khan checked his vibroblade briefly, making sure it was in working order, before stepping towards the building. He would finally get the recognition he deserved, all he had to do was kill a few cultists...

(Yep... Khan's paranoid as heck.)

 

[Darth Ayra]

The return journey to the Niathal-class transport was much smoother than it had been on her way to meet with Serj Sularis. Departing the apartment with what she wanted, Alicia Drey strolled through Bin Prime at midnight. The remnants and debris left behind by the riots littered the streets. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air. It would be a long time until Balmorra and it's capital recover from this catalysmic event.

Her offer to the Muun had been simple: Alicia Drey would move her assets to Balmorra and take over from the corporations that had pulled out. With the assistence of Serj Sularis, the CEO of Chandrila DataTech was now in charge of a corporation known as Hudrel Robotics. A local corporation native to Bin Prime, Hudrel Robotics had been the principle owners of the local factories used to build varying droids. The company had never sold to the Sith Empire before, primarily backing the Galactic Republic as it's main buyer. It had never produced military grade units before.

Hudrel Robotics had been founded in 826 ABY by a man called Terrik Hudrel. Serj had explained that he had founded the corporation during a time of galactic recovery, at the end of the Four Hundred Year Darkness. The factories that Hudrel brought out from the local authority at Bin Prime had not been used in the centuries since the Gulag virus had infected Balmorra. Gaining them on the cheap, Hudrel had been one of a few thousand smart and lucky enough to set up a corporation in an industry that could now be exploited in the sudden boom, as worlds sought to rebuild what they had lost in the past four centuries.

Ironic had been the word Alicia Drey described now that she was the principle owner of Hudrel Robotics, with the disapperence of Terrik Hudrel and the thousands of staff that had disappeared in the catalysmic event that had seen so many worlds devestated through the loss of populations and the riots that followed in the mass hysteria. The One Sith had ended that hysteria on Balmorra and subsequently, for the first time in it's relative short history, Hudrel Robotics would be serving a new buyer.

Alicia emerged in the secluded zone that the Niathal had been parked in. In the ensuing frenzy that had gripped Bin Prime, at the hands of it's own civilians, the collapase of the local authority under such duress and the forces of the One Sith, the Sun Guards that Alicia had brought with her had been forced to relocate the transport. Her instructions were clear: do not allow the One Sith to know of her presence on world. That it was a clandestine operation. Thus, the Sun Guards had flown the transport out before the One Sith had taken the spaceport that Alicia and they had arrived in to one of the forests, near one of the Hudrel Robotic factories Alicia Drey had just brought for a modest fee.

"Good evening madam," said the first of the Sun Guards when Alica emerged from the tree line. Her eyes darted from him to the other, who was reappearing from the other side. "It is good to see you again."
"When did you realise someone was approaching you?" Alicia asked, lowering the cowl of her robe.
"Fifteen minutes ago. We did not want to alert you to our presence, as we were checking to see if anyone was following you." That was unlikely. She had picked up the second of the Sun Guards as she entered the forest, the visor of his helmet giving off a slight reflection in the moon light. Not that she would let them know that.

"My next destination will be Dubrillion. I have assets that I need to ensure do not fall into the wrong hands."
"Of course madam." The Sun Guard turned and lowered the Niathal's ramp, parting the doors leading into the transport. Without another exchange of word, Alicia climbed into the shuttle's canopy and lowered herself into the seat. Dusting herself off, she claimed a Lenoi I from the side compartment and turned on the GNN, to follow the coverage that had been recorded during the One Sith's invasion of Balmorra.

As Alicia watched the news, the Sun Guards performed a final perimeter check before finally joining her on board. After the pre flight check was complete, the Niathal lifted up into the skies on course for the dark side of Balmorra's moon. There, the Sun Guards plotted a course to the Dubrillion system, which would first take the Niathal out of Balmorra towards the Hydian Way.

Mission complete.