Here's to You
// LOCATION // Den Velmor
// OBJECTIVE // Snatch the scalp
// ALLIES //
Imperial Warlord Zovesa
| Khyron Zharost - New Imperial Order
// NEUTRAL // Silver Jedi Order
// ENEMIES //
Kascalion Giedfield
[Coordinated] - Sith Empire
// THEMATIC // Sh*t Adds Up
When the Dark Councilor plummeted down the sloped earth the Traitor General was there in tow, his heavy boots clinging to the earth as he clutched the halberd tightly in one hand. As Deathshead all but ripped Cognus limb from limb in the field of battle not only a few dozen meters from where their had their tilt. The meeting at the heads seemed to go just the same in an mismatch of wills. In a bout in which universally a spectator would expect the Dark Councilor to rip the Traitor limb from limb and strew his organs across the open field with relative ease, in its stead, the man was struck cold by Imperial tact.
A dirty trick perhaps - but in all reality, a gruesome equalizer. It only vindicated Tavlar's perception of these Sith. With the full command of the force, Kascalion was one of the most powerful beings living. Without it, little better than a sniveling child. And it showed as he laid collapsed. Even Tavlar could feel a lion's share of the life leaving his form when he struck his skull with the plasmatic blade of the weapon before impaling his abdomen and forcing him down this meager ledge. A horrid fall from grace for a man who spearheaded the very innovation of the Sith Empire's instruments of death, the same to which Tavlar conducted for decades prior to now.
Confined within his horrific visions as the quivering remains of the Devil Lion writhed, clawing for liberation from its wretched prison of nightmarish sights. Unknowingly - Tavlar sought to liberate this man from this torture. Retracting the full length of the weapon's haft into a more concealable hilt as he approaches the writhing Councilor.
Crouching down the General plants a kneel on the man's abdomen as he brings a hand to clasp ahold Giedfield's skull within the bone crunching force of his crush gaunt. Keeping it in suspended above the ground as the man shakes and writhes in fear before soon enough the vibro-arbir axe head of the weapon crushing down against the Devil Lion's throat in a clean and vicious cut. From this, the proxy had served its purpose or at the very least, completed its run. Slowly standing himself up he peered into the armored visage of the slain Dark Councilor. It was from this that Tavlar felt little to no personal gratification.
What should've been a prized kill- what he felt however was a reprieve in himself. Though this move of attacking the Sith, ultimately throwing down the gauntlet of this rebellion was a brazen one, it was also nigh suicidal. To see his plan of attack come to full fruition was as much reassuring as it was reinvigorating. The rebellion had its teeth, it had plucked a soul from the highest of high in the Sith Empire. None of these Sith were safe, they could not merely wait in seclusion in their decadent realms to wait for the entirety of the rebellion to 'blow over'. Either the throne would be dismantled or Tavlar's host put to the sword.
Clutching the Devil Lion's head still encased in his helmet with his crushing grip the Traitor General turned and made way toward the waning moments of the battle at their backs. The Stormtroopers had all but secured the position with the crack and rupturing of blaster fire waning with each passing moment. With the sight of their General reemerging from the crucible they offered little but a stern nod from behind their helmets. It was then that they signaled that they were a united cause ; beyond marching behind Tavlar in this moment of great betrayal. In turn, it was no betrayal at all. The Sith had forsaken their Imperial underlings and in this, the Imperials had shown that their time under the boot heel of the Dark Creed had ended. A New Imperial Order would see itself battle with this Sith Empire and rise its victory, an identity of a greater nation rather than that of a select few adherent to an insular dynasty.
Even still, the day was not won yet and this gesture was still nothing in the wake of the titanic Sith Imperial war machine.
// OBJECTIVE // Snatch the scalp
// ALLIES //
Imperial Warlord Zovesa
| Khyron Zharost - New Imperial Order// NEUTRAL // Silver Jedi Order
// ENEMIES //
Kascalion Giedfield
[Coordinated] - Sith Empire// THEMATIC // Sh*t Adds Up
| // I Company | Armored Infantry // Stormtroopers [90 - 9 x 10] 75 -4 Support Teams [30 - 3 x 10] 23 -3 XV-60a APC [x6] 6 -0 SD-60x Battle Droids [x12] 7 -2 XT-60a [9 - 3 x 3] 9 -0 AT-TD [x3] 3 -0 // II Company | Armored Infantry // Stormtroopers [90 - 9 x 10] 76 -7 Support Teams [30 - 3 x 10] 23 -5 XV-60a APC [x6] 6 -0 SD-60x Battle Droids [x12] 8 -2 XT-60a [9 - 3 x 3 ]9 -0 AT-TD [x3] 3 -0 // III Company | Armored Spearhead // AT-SAT [9 - 3 x 3] 8 -0 AT-TD [6 - 2 x 3] 5 -0 XT-60a [18 - 3 x 6] 16 -0 HMP-60x [9 - 3 x 3] 8 -0 // Support Element + Reserves // TIE Slasher [36 - 3 x 12] TIE Bruiser [16 - 2 x 8] TIE Mauler [8 - 2 x 4] PURGEGRU - Task Force 'Gauntlet' IV Company - Armored Infantry + Full Unit Extraction + | // PERSONAL EQUIP // // ARMOR // // MAIN WEAPON // // SIDE ARM// // MISC // // MELEE - POLEARM // (Placeholder) // MELEE - SWORD // |
When the Dark Councilor plummeted down the sloped earth the Traitor General was there in tow, his heavy boots clinging to the earth as he clutched the halberd tightly in one hand. As Deathshead all but ripped Cognus limb from limb in the field of battle not only a few dozen meters from where their had their tilt. The meeting at the heads seemed to go just the same in an mismatch of wills. In a bout in which universally a spectator would expect the Dark Councilor to rip the Traitor limb from limb and strew his organs across the open field with relative ease, in its stead, the man was struck cold by Imperial tact.
A dirty trick perhaps - but in all reality, a gruesome equalizer. It only vindicated Tavlar's perception of these Sith. With the full command of the force, Kascalion was one of the most powerful beings living. Without it, little better than a sniveling child. And it showed as he laid collapsed. Even Tavlar could feel a lion's share of the life leaving his form when he struck his skull with the plasmatic blade of the weapon before impaling his abdomen and forcing him down this meager ledge. A horrid fall from grace for a man who spearheaded the very innovation of the Sith Empire's instruments of death, the same to which Tavlar conducted for decades prior to now.
Confined within his horrific visions as the quivering remains of the Devil Lion writhed, clawing for liberation from its wretched prison of nightmarish sights. Unknowingly - Tavlar sought to liberate this man from this torture. Retracting the full length of the weapon's haft into a more concealable hilt as he approaches the writhing Councilor.
Crouching down the General plants a kneel on the man's abdomen as he brings a hand to clasp ahold Giedfield's skull within the bone crunching force of his crush gaunt. Keeping it in suspended above the ground as the man shakes and writhes in fear before soon enough the vibro-arbir axe head of the weapon crushing down against the Devil Lion's throat in a clean and vicious cut. From this, the proxy had served its purpose or at the very least, completed its run. Slowly standing himself up he peered into the armored visage of the slain Dark Councilor. It was from this that Tavlar felt little to no personal gratification.
What should've been a prized kill- what he felt however was a reprieve in himself. Though this move of attacking the Sith, ultimately throwing down the gauntlet of this rebellion was a brazen one, it was also nigh suicidal. To see his plan of attack come to full fruition was as much reassuring as it was reinvigorating. The rebellion had its teeth, it had plucked a soul from the highest of high in the Sith Empire. None of these Sith were safe, they could not merely wait in seclusion in their decadent realms to wait for the entirety of the rebellion to 'blow over'. Either the throne would be dismantled or Tavlar's host put to the sword.
Clutching the Devil Lion's head still encased in his helmet with his crushing grip the Traitor General turned and made way toward the waning moments of the battle at their backs. The Stormtroopers had all but secured the position with the crack and rupturing of blaster fire waning with each passing moment. With the sight of their General reemerging from the crucible they offered little but a stern nod from behind their helmets. It was then that they signaled that they were a united cause ; beyond marching behind Tavlar in this moment of great betrayal. In turn, it was no betrayal at all. The Sith had forsaken their Imperial underlings and in this, the Imperials had shown that their time under the boot heel of the Dark Creed had ended. A New Imperial Order would see itself battle with this Sith Empire and rise its victory, an identity of a greater nation rather than that of a select few adherent to an insular dynasty.
Even still, the day was not won yet and this gesture was still nothing in the wake of the titanic Sith Imperial war machine.
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