Dominion Imperials Strike Back | Dominion of Ninn | Warlords of the Sith

[Darth Voyance]

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//CHAPTER TWO//

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STORY SET UP:​

Having consumed Brosi - the Imperials were pushed from the Dostra System all together. Harried by the Sith Warlords armada the remnants of the Moff Delegation at the Ninn System. They take refuge by taking over a Spaceport on the surface called: Rynn's Hollow. Using its communication arrays they call in help. Through the cover of the neighboring Parthovian Cluster, the Imperial Forces sent out a rendezvous code to the rest of the New Imperial First Crusader Fleet - hoping to converge on Ninn and strike back. The Warlords would continue their offensive across the Rimward Worlds and push into Ninn - right where the First Crusader Fleet is ready to strike! The heavens around Ninn would bear witness to an almighty clash of starships, starfighters, and brutal boarding actions as steel meets steel among the stars!

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OBJECTIVE 1: DEAD AHEAD
[OBJECTIVE STYLE: Fleet Battle, Starfighter Dogfights, & Boarding Actions]​

The Imperials have struck!~ Launching a surprise counterattack the First Crusader Fleet slams into the Warlords Fleet. The pale white star destroyers of the Imperials take on a daring ramming tactic against the crimson shards of the Warlords. Using their Tartarus-Class Interdictors to hold the fleet in place, the First Crusader Fleet launches an all out ramming tactic to sink and gut the Warlord's Armada. The Sith must take the starfighters and take the fight to the Imperials - with the aim to sink the Interdictors and free the fleet for a counter attack. Locked in a death grip, Imperial Knights and Warlords Sith board each other’s vessels to either sink or dislodge each other. Entire ships are gutted from within as Force powers are unleashed in the tight confines of ships!

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OBJECTIVE 2: MOLTEN STORM
[OBJECTIVE STYLE: Ground Assault, Infiltration, & Infantry Battle]​

Star Destroyers rain down onto Ninn or drift into the Parthovian Cluster to die solitary deaths. The lands of Ninn are littered with sinking ships wrecks. In this storm of molten metal, reactor radiation, and explosions - the Warlords deploy their Sith Lords, Knights and Battle Chapter Troopers/Corps to take the Spaceport Rynn's Hollow. Aiming to destroy the communications between the trapped Moff Delegation Remnants and the First Crusader Fleet.

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[Darth Sinestruss]

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The hangar of the Warlords Ror’jhan Class Sith Heavy Battlecruiser [picture below], the Arch Reaver, shook from the bombardment of the New Imperial ships that had exited hyperspace in extreme vicinity. Their broadside volleys from their guns blew holes in the Arch Reaver’s shielding. The entire Warlords Armada had been caught by surprise during their chase of the Moff Delegation to the Ninn System. They had prepared for a quick surface battle, but, instead had been caught out by an entire enemy fleet. Now it was every ship for itself. Some had locked together in ramming tactics gone wrong and others destroyed in mutual carnage, sinking into the atmosphere of Ninn.​

Siqsa Kun, Clan Lord of the Athiss Horde, which commanded the trio of Ror’jhan Classes that made up her Red Corsairs, walked through the chaos of the hangar. Unbothered by the shuddering rattle of the hangar’s hull plates, she spoke in hissing commands to the members of her clan that flanked her. One of which being the Kinsmen Romund Sro , one of the commanders of the Horde’s sub-banners. Siqsa, dressed in a crimson armored pilot’s suit, tapped the buttons on the command panel of her suit’s forearm armor and checked her equipment.​

“Lord Romund and his banners will fly with me,” said Siqsa as she approached her starfighter, the Ravager. Climbing onto the long dagger wing she came to the ball cockpit and popped open the hatch. Before entering she turned to Romund once more, “We’ll take the banners to the Interdictors holding the fleet in place. Sink them and we can free the fleet to move. Get to your fighters.” Siqsa stepped into the cockpit as behind her a S1Q5 BB-unit was docked into her starfighter’s astromech port.

Inside, Siqsa placed on her helmet and began activating the craft’s systems one flick of a switch at a time. Her S1Q5 droid bleeped and whistled as it assisted in pre-flight checks, when finished it screeched a punctuating hoot. Siqsa gripped the control sticks and pressed forward igniting the ion-engines to spew a deep red plume of propelling efflux. The Ravager jerked forward and then levelled, before blasting through the hangar and out into the cluttered mess of the naval battle erupting over Ninn.

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[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

OBJECTIVE 2
BRIDGE OF A GUTTED STAR DESTROYER

Now on the one hand, orbit had its nostalgic charms. But it had been, oh, many years since Ashin commanded a fleet - and her little fiefdom had nothing serious enough for the battle above. No, contributing here meant something else entirely.

This tilted, charred bridge was five hundred meters above ground level, with an excellent view. Ashin set up a nest of sorts: a sensor stealth net, her trusty spotter droid, a shoulderpad with an inertial dampener built in.

And, of course, the gun. Today she'd opted to take one of her collection's most serious bits of firepower for a spin. It was a Breshig AMR-4M she'd bought from Shuklaar Kyrdol - a 20mm flashless anti-materiel shattergun with an eight-klick effective range. She nestled the big gun into her shoulder pad and took a long look downrange.

 

[Darth Voyance]

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As the Assault shuttle landed it did so in the shadow of a sinking Star Destroyer that bathed the entire battlefield in a near dark night twilight. Debris and flecks of arid dirt rained down on the shuttle, sending an echoing and pattering noise into the shuttle's innards. Touching down and opening its rear exit port, the Dark Saint of the Warlords of the Sith - Darth Voyance - exited onto the shipwreck strewn battlefield of Ninn. Dressed in a dark red armor and clutching her double-sided lightsaber Voyance surveyed the battlefield before them. As she turned to the flank she spotted a chunk of ship debris careen into the accompanying shuttle that was trying to land by them. The debris and the shuttle collided into a fire battle than fell in a molten rain storm beside her. Raising her hand Voyance spat the Dark Side of the Force out from her finger tips in a rippling shockwave that matched the might of the fire ball's, sending it away in a spraying glow of flames.​

Turning around she called to the contingent of Sith she had landed with. She had forgone her personal guard, elite as they were, to lead the untested Dark Brood of Knights and Tyrophytes into their next baptism of fire. The way of the sith, was the way of struggle and there was no greater teacher of survival and adaptation than battle. The Sith Code demanded trial by fire and Voyance would send her brood into it. They would learn and achieve glory by her side or perish. This was the way. She stretched out an open hand, her silhouette illuminated by an explosion blooming ahead of them. "With me Dark Brood. We reach the spaceport and slaughter the resistance. Keep to your pairs and use the wreckage to your advantage. Hunt in packs and follow the openings I make!" Voyance directed. "Survive and the Dark Side shall reward your struggle. Or die. Now with me!"​

Voyance ignited both ends of her saber and sped froward. Propelled by the Force, she spun forward in a lateral lunge, rushing into an onsluaght of blaster fire from Imperial Stromtroopers perched behind sections of down ships. Releasing herself from her spin she immediately twirled the ends of her lightsaber redirecting blaster fire and attracting attention in order to allow the Dark Brood behind her to surge forward and one by one hunt down the stormtrooper teams. Voyance's deadly lesson in war - had begun!​

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Dark Brood Tags: Amali Mustra Ceri Alina Tremiru Jacen Novastar Maestus Maou Darth Assimilus Tristan Priest Dasam Kal Darth Mutilice

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[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

OBJECTIVE 2
In her sniper nest high on a wreck, concealed in the destroyer's bridge, Ashin watched Darth Voyance through the scope of her rifle. The Breshig War Forge boys had designed this particular Verpine shattergun to put holes through combat walkers. From this range, with no particular malice behind the shot to detect, Ashin had a pretty decent chance of disintegrating one-third of the Sovereignty. Well, not disintegrating per se, but 'causing Voyance's body to forcibly subdivide into compact portions' meant pretty much the same thing.

Ashin's finger brushed the trigger. She savored the feeling, the knowledge that she could shape the Sith ecosystem here and now.

Since she had nothing against Voyance and found great value in the Warlords of the Sith, she left the shot untaken.

Fun thought, however.

 

[Romund Sro]

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Romund nodded along to Darth Sinestruss , hearing her orders on what was to be done. "Understood my lady, I'll see you on the other side." He replied. Romund was wearing a simple mix of Sith trooper armor and imperial pilots armor. Mainly for their use of extra life support. He was worried that if such things failed on flight it would be good to have.

Romund turned away from Siqsa and headed to his own ship. Those under his control following him. Most of which were mere droids. A simple UR-15 Starfighter Believing it's ion cannons to be a useful addition that was often overlooked in space battles. At least from his point of view.

Before hopping into his ship he turned to his banners and spoke. "Well you heard Siqsa, now get into your ships and we'll target those interdictors. See if you can't help any shuttles needing escorting to act as boarding parties as well." With that out of the way he headed into his ship readying up it's systems.

Once everything was online and ready the starfighter's repulsor lifts floated the ship to the hanger exist and he launched himself out. The howl of the starfighter echoing though the hanger as he did.

"Lady Kun, this is Romund, I've exited the hanger and following you over..." He spoke over comms.

 

[Molly Armstrong]

Aboard the NIV Marasiah Fel Defiance-Class Battlecruiser
Amali Mustra

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"Bring him down!" one of the Force Corp auxiliaries yelled as the hail of blaster fire flew towards Kuric. It did not faze Kuric. He kept marching towards them, every step down the hallway bringing them one second closer to death.

Behind the row of soldiers were the mechanics, trying desperately to douse the electrical fires that were spreading around the ship. Their time was running out rapidly. As he got in range, he stretched his hand out to the fire with a lifting motion. The fire swelled and expanded, engulfing the mechanics and the squad of soldiers.

Kuric stepped over their flaming bodies without hesitation. Killing these welps was not his aim, no. He aimed to strike down true Imperial Knights.

Right behind him was the agent his master had insisted on accompanying him. An outsider, an interloper for all Kuric cared.

"Keep up, girl. I cannot stay my blade any longer." he snapped to her, with his eyes locked forward and the urge to cleave something in two was rising in him...

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[Zinn Zinn Bink'sa]

Objective: 1​

The path of Zinn Zinn the great only continued from the growing conquests of the Warlords. No more than a mere acolyte. Zinn Zinn always seemed to find a mixture of both opportunity and yet sheer amounts of craziness and clumsiness all at the same time. He was incredibly lucky to be alive, not to mention still a part of the Crusades that were to come. As of now, he was struggling to figure out how the controls of a starfighter worked. While he had dealt with ships more akin to his home planet. Tech of the Sith was something he was still wrapping his head around. "Thisa being real pain in asssa... Mesa gunnas file what dosa callin they.... a complainings reports."

He said as he was just figuring out how to seat himself properly within the ship, and to also turn the craft on. "Mesa looking for the right switch here.... Dosa all confusey This crunchin ship better works here...." He said with frustration, his butt pointed more of the controls, since what happened while figuring how to make the ship fly, was the ship's own seat had sadly made the fighter more cramped. "Nooo... Dosa trying here.. Oh...." While now figuring out to solve two problems within the fighter he was in. His own butt caused the engines roaring to life. "Success!!! Wesa a coming now!!" He said in triumph.

With the crafts controls now activated, Zinn Zinn tried his best to move the craft slowly out of the hanger, his hands anxiously gripping the control yokes, rolling forward so did the craft. The fighter roared a little as it made it's way through open space. Doing his best to fly the craft to join the rest of the squadrons, he awkwardly called into the comm. "Thisa... Bombad Bink'sa standing by!!" He said, the rest of the comms going silent at the high excited pitch of the Gungan.

Now with his fighter joining with the rest, he looked with determination as he rested on the control yokes, accelerating on the engine, blasts coming from forwards and all around. "Thisa nutthing.."

 

[Amali Mustra]

Aboard the NIV Marasiah Fel Defiance-Class Battlecruiser
Kuric Taumin

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"Patience, welp!" she said in a sarcastic manner after slaying an officer who had hidden within one of the rooms, preparing a shot. Before she spoke, she had stabbed him and used the sole of her foot to kick him out of the room into the hallway with the rest of the bodies. Kuric only thought she was behind him. "Assassins work in the shadows, they are meticulous!" she continued as she stepped out, wiping the blood from her blade, "I'm here to make sure you don't die in failure to Lord Vinaze, not act like a squabbling Warlords lacky!" She grinned, intentionally being a smart ass to Kuric, "my mission is to make sure you're up to snuff, not take orders, remember?" She understood the intimidation presented to Kuric. She wasn't a master force user, who could detect emotions, but Kurics fear of her was enough to smell. He had an exaggerated idea of her position, when in reality, she was just someone who did the quiet 'paperwork' for Vinaze, and nothing more. She owed a debt, and she volunteered.

Amali was not in her disguise, no synthskin here. Her pureblood face showed here, as her identity was appropriate within the ranks of the Warlords among her, and she had nothing to hide with them. Her cybernetic arms and legs were completely exposed, however, as she preferred to keep her full range of motion, the rest of her body clad in a one-piece armorweave, skin-tight, as baggy clothes and heavy armor would only get in the way, and break her stealth. She had her ancient Sith Regenerator, and a Force Disruptor to hide her force sensitivity, but she had cast Force Breech so not even her life could be detected on the ships monitors.... although it would show as maybe static or emptiness, depending on the strength and advancement of the signal detector. Her obsidian sword glowed as she channeled the force into it, granting the exceptional cutting ability and lightsaber resistance to it.

"Well?" she asked, quipping right back, "are we standing here or venturing forth to your great crusade?" she teased him, nipping at his emotions as she knew she could easily play with him and his fears of her. Their introduction to each other was no different, but the relationship may have soon become quick banter between each other. Their only way of 'fighting' were harsh remarks and bad attitude, as harming or killing each other was not on the table, as they both had their fears and respect to Lord Vinaze.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Seize victory with your own hands...
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| Location | The Space Between Realities​

| Purpose | Sow Conflict​

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There was something to be said about the formless yet somehow corporeal form of Bellum as he seemed to meditate in the space between the living and dead, observing the galaxy as if it were a snowglobe in his hand. The resurgence of renegade Sith factions served to slowly draw the worthy wolves that existed out of hiding, whether it was the realization that the Sith Empire had grown weak and failed or simply drew them from the shadows of the galaxy, the Sith were coming back, and they would grow even more powerful with the threat of extermination. Like vermin and pests they would rise above that which tried to kill them, and grow even more resilient; just as he had desired.​

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With each death war claimed, whether it was soldier or civilian, Jedi or Sith, and everything in between he grew stronger, his hungering and predatory presence feasting on each new essence offered up to him in the war against life and peace itself. His gaze would fall to Ninn, a planet currently being engaged by the forces he formerly commanded as Warmaster of the New Imperial Order. The view of the galaxy in his grasp seemed to rush and focus on the planet, giving him a better view of the planet as he observed the Imperials and their fight against the Warlords.​

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Through the void that he existed in, his voice reached out through space and time, alerting his legion of loyal soldiers to prepare for battle. The terrors and wrath of the 13th Legion would be known by the New Imperials once more. By tooth and claw they would tear through their numbers, and be reminded why the Warmaster's Wrath was titled as such.​

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[Drako]

Tags: Open

Hurtling through the burning sky of raining armor panels, burning fluids, and starships Drako surveyed the battlefield below looking for an opportunity to strike at the Imperials who resisted the Sith's plans to secure the Spaceport. It didn't take long before the knight spotted an Anti-Air battery leveling at passing Starfighters. This would be his primary target.

Drako pulled the reigns of his Uvak mount to the left, causing them both to turn into a large arcing spiral towards the rear of the emplacement. The wind whistled past his armor plates and over the creature's wings. As he lowered the Power Lance it hummed to life as the conical tip began to blur with incredible speed.

Within mere seconds Drako was gliding with great speed on a level plane with the starport's AA battery (and its attending Troopers) shlink! The lance impacted the the back of an Imperial, effortlessly creating a large hole through both ends of the man's torso. The lance's humming head created enough force not only to break through the armor, but also to send the impaled Imperial careening off the ledge to the shock of his compatriots "Ah!" an understandably startled Imperial officer cried out as he shakily leveled his hand blaster at the Uvak who had itself bit into a Trooper who was sitting in the battery's gunner seat. A flash of green light glinted off both Drako and the Uvak's armor as the blaster bolt impacted a durasteel hexagonal plate on the creature's barding. The plate was blasted off the armorweave base covering though the beast beneath it all was unphased.

"A pitiful weapon." Drako said in a dissatisfied voice as his left hand flung towards the other ( Force Push ) the officer was then sent stumbling off the edge of the starport - most likely to his death. The knight's attention turned to the battery as he pulled the reigns once more, the Uvak turned swiftly in a 180 degree arc. The Uvak's tail smashed into the Anti-Aircraft battery and destroyed the device by crumpling the seat into the electronic controls as well as tearing a few of the Tibana Gas tubes.

The emplacement was neutralized "Agggh get it off!" screamed a voice, and Drako looked towards the mouth of his Uvak to see the only remaining Imperial trooper struggling to be free of the beast's maw "Release." the Uvak opened its mouth and released the trooper. The Imperial armor seemed to be damaged, and the trooper bleeding to a minor degree, but was largely intact "The passcodes to the starport. Give them to me." he demanded "I-I don't know the passcodes!" the Trooper responded. Drako and the Uvak remained silent, staring at the captured Imperial "The lieutenant had the only codes, I swear." Drako began to raise his lance above his shoulder as if prepared to impale the captured man "Then you are a burden?" perhaps the trooper was attempting to deceive him. It wouldn't be unthinkable to believe. "No! Wait, wait! Listen, I can get you the passcodes. Just -" the Trooper reached towards his belt as if to get something from a utility pouch.

A red blaster bolt whizzed by Drako's head "For Imperator and Empire!" and Drako in return slammed the lance head into the chest of the Imperial. As the armor shredded and fragmented, the blood misted from the wound, the knight held a pang of regret. Rare were the individuals who would so courageously discard their life for their faction. Perhaps, in another life, this man would have been an asset to the Warlords.

 

[Molly Armstrong]

Aboard the NIV Marasiah Fel Defiance-Class Battlecruiser
Amali Mustra

"Why must you be so irritating?" he spoke down to Amali, both literally and figuratively as he towered a foot taller than her. "Do you intend to sass the imperialists to death?" Kuric began down the hall. "Might I also remind you that I am no one's lackey," he spat, "I serve because it is my purpose, and when the time comes I will slay my master and assume the mantle of Sith Lord for myself."

Was she even aware of such rituals? The Rule of Two was long outdated, but some of it's rites still held value to the Sith. Kuric feared she may know more than she let on, afraid that she might replace him. What had he done to deserve this? Why had his master put him on a leash like this when the great crusade of the Sith was going so well?

All these question only infuriated him. He gripped his sword even tighter, then he lashed it out into the wall with an angered bellow. The Force-imbued sword cleaved through the metal, though not like a lightsaber. It was not clean, instead it crunched and twisted the metal of the wall. He still refused to look Amali in the eyes as he turned to continue.

A few steps more down the hall and two Imperial Knights rounded the corner ahead of them, blades ignited. Instead of his usual verbose challenges, he simply roared in anger and lunged towards them. The knight he charged parried the strike, then pushed back against Kuric. Kuric put his weight forward into the blade-lock slightly, then all at once. The knight was caught off guard, and Kuric pushed the man's saber back into him. The white blade dug into the knight's chestpiece and he screamed in pain. The lightsaber turned off and the knight fell to the floor, a burning gash stretching from one side of his chest to the other shoulder.

 

[Amali Mustra]

Aboard the NIV Marasiah Fel Defiance-Class Battlecruiser
Kuric Taumin

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Amali huffed slightly, stifling a laugh deep inside of her. Kuric was not only oblivious but also exceedingly dense. She did her best to listen to him as he walked past her, keeping her eyes on him as he continued to speak. When he was finished, however, she was no longer quiet, "no, you may not remind me." She sighed, "for frag sakes, are you really this clueless? I was referring to myself as not a lackey! I swear, sometimes I think Lord Vinaze put me in charge of a droning Sithspawn." She looked down at the soldiers under her boot, aiming her sword at one of their faces to turn it, checking for life signs, "One day you'll come to realize my purpose here." She noticed he was stressed and deep in thought, no doubt intimidated by her being there.

Then suddenly, she heard lightsabers igniting as she looked up, with Kuric roaring like a mad beast. She gripped her sword and ran over to him, looking angry, but focused. Kuric slayed the first night, and before the other knight could ready a strike against the adrenaline fueled Kuric, Amali charged. She jumped into a bit of a roll, throwing her legs forward. Essentially a kick, she landed her cybernetic legs into the knights chest. Her light step and cloaked force sensitivity keeping her cloaked from the knights senses as she was like a boulder, slamming down from an avalanche. FOr the milisecond he was stunned and probably injured from the momentum, she took her blade and struck it down into the knights neck. But this wasn't a simple cut or slice of the jugular, she thrusted the sword into the ground, severing the knights spine and then she twisted it, "I am not here to overthrow you, your position is pathetic and weak. I am here because I'm smart, you are here because your ego fuels your rage. You get to finish your mission, and I get to make sure you finish it. You ..." she struggled to say the word, "Sith are all the same, fueled by rage and blinded by emotion. J'us riati ki!" she spoke in High Sith in a derogatory manner as she jerked the blade out of the dead knight, "get your head together before we both fail! Focus on the enemy, not me!"

 

[Khamul Kryze]

Theme

Today is the day...

The shuttle rocked as it descended to the surface of Ninn, taking fire as it made its way down. Khamul clutched the handle of his lightsaber, anxious to join the fray below. Looking off to his side, he could see that one of his companions on the shuttle was nervous. The stench of fear was emanating from the young man as they made there way to the ground. The fear... disgusting.

The ship landed after what felt like an eternity. The doors opened as they were met with a hail of blaster fire. Khamul ignited his blade, parrying blaster bolts as he exited the shuttle. These dogs really thought that they stood a chance against the might of the Sith. They couldn't have been more wrong...

Khamul caught a piece of exploding debris in the air, hurling it back toward the enemy. It crashed into their lines with a thunderous impact. Behind his beskar mask, Khamul smiled. He turned back toward the frightened young trooper, and with a single, swift motion, ran him through.

"There is no room for cowardice within the Sith."

He kicked the man to the ground as he motioned to the rest of the troopers.

"You wish to prove yourselves to the Warlords? Then push their lines, take their ground, and give no quarter!"

The soldiers began to flood from the shuttle as Khamul turned back to the fray. It was finally time to make a bloody name for himself. This unholy torrent of death will be the foundation of fear that will soon accompany his name. He cracked another smile as he pushed toward their lines, hoping to link with the forces of Darth Voyance and make his way to victory, glory, and carnage.

Today is the day...

 

[Darth Luminoth]

RYNN'S HOLLOW
PUT MOFFS TO THE BLADE
Darth Maleva | Heca Foliou | Ihsan

“The first method for estimating the intelligence of a ruler is to look at the men he has around him.”

「COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP」​

A black boot against ivory plastoid forced a Stormtrooper off of Luminoth's blade. Radiant plasma bathed the unpigmented armor in golden light, the cauterized black hole in the chest still seeping smoke from the lifeless chest cavity. Four more shots rang out from a near corridor. Crimson streaks careened through the tights space, aimed center-mass toward the Sith Lord. With deft flourishes and swats, each bolt was served back, two going wide, to returning death to sender.

There was silence in his vicinity of the spaceports bowels. Only the subtle sizzling of flesh and droning of idle saber to fill the air. An awkward shuffling broke the silence, baiting Luminoth's gaze to his left. Zeroing in on the presence immediately, he extended a hand and seized it with the force. An officer was held by incorporeal restraints against the wall. He'd tried to make a break for it.

Luminoth approached, one hand held upward in focus. The officer scowled, trying to mask his fear in the face of this adversity. Luminoth would not be fooled, he could feel the fear. The fear of a lesser man, a rat, a coward. He stopped just beyond the arm's length of the officer. "Tell me where the delegation is hiding," came a business-like female voice, muffled behind the ornate mask.

Facing his demise with dignity, the officer refused.

There was no one in the spaceport that couldn't hear his screams.

 

[Zinn Zinn Bink'sa]

Objective: 1

The battle had raged all around them, the gungan was trying so desperately to man the controls of the Sith fighter, it had taken him a while but he managed to do it. Swinging his craft around to go for an immediate strafing run of the capital ships. His tongue flapping about as he kept up on the attack. “This is nutching he said as he started to hammer the shields of a capital ship.

 

[Zinn Zinn Bink'sa]

Objective: 1

As the craft started to take heavy damage from the attacks. Zinn Zinn kept at it with all his might. Pressing hard on the control yokes. “Okidae here wesa gonna go!!” He yelled out as he tried Incr more for yet another strafing run. The flak getting heavy. The fighter immediately keeping up on the offensive. In bursts in waves. No matter how intense it all got. He kept making runs on a frigate, first the shields, then towards the weapons systems. Explosions rocked all around.

 

[Molly Armstrong]

Aboard the NIV Marasiah Fel Defiance-Class Battlecruiser
Amali Mustra

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Kuric studied Amali as she killed the Imperial. He couldn't deny she had skill, though every word that left her mouth was enervating, draining him.

"Do not compare me to one of Vinaze's mindless thralls. I am not Sithspawn, I am Sith." he realiazed full well that he was speaking to a Sith Pureblood, but was she really a Sith? Did she really understand the Code?

You ..." she struggled to say the word, "Sith are all the same, fueled by rage and blinded by emotion. J'us riati ki!"

No, he knew now that she didn't. "You sound like a Jedi. Peace is a lie, there is only passion."

 

[Ihsan]

Tags: Darth Maleva Darth Luminoth Heca Foliou

She kept close stride with her master, dispatching any foolish or crazy to step toe to toe with a Sith out for blood. She was equaling her master's skill in arms, moving through the spaceports corridors with the sinister grace befitting one of the dark side. For all their efforts, they were only met with a quick and, dare say, uncouth end. One fool thought it wise to jump her from sideways but was met only with a saber through the stomach. The Mirialan watched with eyes full of hate as the man slowly realized that he was dead. A man was a gracious term. Upon realizing his fate, he burst into tears and begged. Begging for mercy or some kind of reprieve from his impending end.

Fool.


She gave him an answer.


"My master, what about the civilians?" she asked Luminoth directly with the tone suggesting a sort of annoyance as befitting one dealing with a pest or minor problem.​

 

[Darth Interitus]

Objective: 1

The Sith Meditation sphere floated far from the battlefield. For Lord Interitus was never one for combat, only keeping a rather close eye on how it progressed. The carnage, rage and fury was all around. Saturated by all the death. The sphere let out a dark hum as he conjured illusions to bolster the Sith forces, and to demoralize the enemy. “I bring death to all!” He said, as he kept the sphere away from combat but utilized it as mainly a support role. Keeping away from much of the flak. The masked figure remained content in dark meditation while the battle raged on. The powers that be supporting all the Sith.