Jumpstarting YOUR Awakening (Sith vs. OS)

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Mindabaal
Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Reine Bisset"] [member="Cerbera"]
Enemies: [member="Sabik Dhami"]

Jorryn's proud grin faded as her tele communicator began to ring, a droning noise distracting her from the presence of a true Sith. A message from Commander Seyley had arrived.

"I apologize, but I must take this message." She said as she raised from her bow, moving starboard before bringing the holo communicator before her face.

The commander was drenched in sweat, a visage of terror spread across his face as he relayed the news to her. "My Lady, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but the 88th Mechanized assault group has betrayed us, they gunned down all Sith and men in the combat zone." The fury most have adorned Jorryn's face, telling in the commander's defensive stand.

She could hardly contain her rage as she took a deep breath to relax herself. "Split of the 97th Infantry from your fleet, I will destroy these lowly traitors myself." Jorryn turned back to the main throne where the hooded figure stayed seated, bowing one more time before she would take her leave. "Unfortunately one of our squadrons has defected and chosen to side with the enemy, I will deal with them personally." Her cape swept the floor as she turned and made a quick pace towards the hangar, boarding her personal transport vehicle.

It wasn't long before she had managed to catch up to the 97th Infantry. They were an unimportant squadron, one that would hopefully not be missed in the coming skirmish. Their numbers ranked up to three hundred, but they did not have the training nor the equipment of the enemy. They only had 5 TIE Bombers and ten TIE Fighters that would be able to rain fire on the enemy. She quickly made her way to the bridge and revoked the commander's rank before bestowing it on herself, she would not allow this mission to be a failure. "Listen up men, we are to dispatch the entirety of the 88th Mechanized Assault group. Any faltering in these orders will be punished by immediate execution, now let's move out."

Their ships went ahead of the rest of the fleet, making their way onto the streets of Mindabaal with the troopers flooding out from the ships. Jorryn could see the enemy AT-ATs and signalled for the bombers to make way for them, while she personally would move into combat herself and eliminate the enemies with her troops.

_________________________________________________________

Troop Summary: 300 Stormtroopers, 5 TIE Bombers, 10 TIE Fighters

The Stormtroopers begin to advance on the city in organized fashion, weary of destroyed building and large headways that the enemy could use for cover. The TIE Fighters are clearing way for the TIE Bombers to destroy the AT-ATs and AT-STs

 

[Sabik Dhami]

Location: Mindabaal
Allies: OS Defectors
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

Captain Nero shouted for an advance. The thudding of the entire formation penetrated the earth, with each step they took the ground beneath rumbled. Dhami returned to line, his blade deactivated and the hilt clasped back onto his belt. His white robes were blemished with blood, dust and soot. "Good work," he remarked of his men, "The Sith in this sector have been eliminated." He turned to his subordinate, "Captain Nero, sitrep?"

"One Sith reinforcements are en-route to our position. Their shuttles have just landed and their troops are beginning to march, it's the 97th Infantry, with a support wing of fighters." The stormtrooper saluted the acolyte. "It won't be long until they block our access to their communications," Dhami reflected, "Continue to monitor their chatter while we still have authorization."

He paced from the formation and moved ahead, Captain Nero followed behind. "Send the order, we're going dark. I don't want anyone using open comm channels. Keep a private link to the tie fighters and the AT's and ST's, but keep chatter quiet." He rose a hand and pointed to the surrounding blocks, "I don't want anyone in the streets, put everyone up in the windows. Maximize cover. We'll rain hell on them as they come through."

He lifted a hand to his brow, blocking the sun so as to avoid squinting, "Pull back the ATs and ST's, scramble the TIE fighters to engage their wing support. I want to funnel their troops towards us." He motioned to street corners that would be out of site, "Keep the ST's on close standby, once we open up have the ST's come in to reinforce, keep the AT's on standby for backup." He turned to Nero, "Most importantly, keep them out of sight of their wings. Don't disappoint me, Captain."

_________________________________________________________

Troop Summary: [128] Stormtroopers, [2] AT-AT's, [8] AT-ST's, [12] TIE fighters

All troops begin entering high-rise apartments to take firing positions, the AT-AT's and AT-ST's begin to fall back behind friendly lines, TIE fighters move ahead to engage enemy X and Y-wings.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Sabik Dhami"]

The lack of activity had seemed strange to Jorryn, surely they were near where the enemy had last been seen. "Pilots I expect those TIE fighters to be eliminated within the minute, protect the bombers." They wouldn't be able to eliminate the AT-ATs without those bombers, even if they could take down the AT-STs with rockets it would be meaningless if the invincible behemoths survive. Still she couldn't see any of their mechanized vehicles that should have towered at least some of the smaller structures

The 97th Infantry finally reached the area where the enemy had last been reported, but the enemy had cleared the area. Not even the massive AT-ATs could be seen, presumably bowing behind some of the tall structures that littered the cityscape. Still, there was no way that they should have been able to clear an area that swiftly, their commander, Captain Nero, wasn't known for his subtle movements. Even more curious the enemies TIE Fighters had begun to engage hers, an act that would be useless unless they were trying to cover something up.

Jorryn closed her eyes and focused herself, allowing her gaze to go further and penetrate walls expanding. A look of shock covered her eyes as she turned upwards to face the large buildings as she flung a large vehicle to cover herself. "They're in the sky scrapers, take cover." She had assumed that they would flee from the larger army and meet up with another one of the traitorous forces, instead they took a defensive position that granted them a heavy advantage over their attackers.

She commanded her soldiers to take cover and hit the upper floors of the buildings that surrounded them, with many of the experienced soldiers taking position behind fallen vehicles and debris. The green soldiers, however, quickly began to panic, many of them not bothering to flee to cover. Instead they simply took their immediate position and began yelling while shooting at the sky, giving away where the main body of the 97th Infantry's forces were.

_____________________________________________________

Troop Summary:

Ground Forces: The main body of the 97th Infantry has begun to take cover from the enemy's height advantage thanks to Jorryn's force sense ability, but the enemy still has the opportunity to fire on them as they make way for cover. Those that do reach the cover are to immediately return fire on the enemy, eliminating those in more open areas to gain a bigger numbers advantage. Many of the soldiers are caught off guard and immediately break position, some fleeing openly away from the battlefield, others holding their unguarded position.

Air Forces: The TIE Bombers are searching the area for the AT-ATs and AT-STs. They are swiftly engaged by the enemy's TIE Fighters and rely on their own TIEs to keep them safe while they scan the city for the enemy position. Allied TIE Fighters have engaged the enemies, swiftly attempting to break into one on one fights but the number advantage swiftly eliminates one of the TIE pilots before they re form into squads of three.

Casualties: 1 TIE Fighter
Forces Left: 300 Stormtroopers, 5 TIE Bombers, 9 TIE Fighters.

 

[Sabik Dhami]

Location: Mindabaal
Allies: OS Defectors
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

The only thing Dhami could hear was the quiet breathing of soldiers. His own, and his voice, were synthesized as a result of a breathing apparatus. His gaze moved across his men, waiting and watching patiently. They had yet to rear their heads by the windows rather opting to maintain close attention to their sensors. The 97th were advancing through their planned killing field. It was only a matter of Dhami making the order to open fire. He didn't have the chance before the enemy caught on.

He felt a tremor in the Force, something reached out and then quickly pulled back. A Sith was with the 97th and they had felt him, and no doubt the others throughout the city block. "Go," he barked across the floor, "Take them out." Troopers rushed for the windows, butting their rifles against the glass and then firing down into the streets. They aimed for those standing out in the open first. They would mow down any who had yet to get behind cover.

The ambush was successful. The 97th were scrambling for cover and their cohesion had scattered to the wind. Dhami raised a communicator to his mouthpiece, "Nero, divide the ST's, I want them to flank down either side of that street. There will be no retreat." The acolyte moved closer to the window to watch the scene unfold down below. It was utter chaos.

In the distance the ST's were mobilizing, their mechanical legs echoing down the lanes. Then came the TIE fighters, swinging it in close to the buildings, Dhami checked into their comms, "Take out their bombers - no matter the cost." The pilots knew his meaning, it was something they had trained for. Dying for the glory of the Empire, except this time it would be for another Empire.

Dhami could hear the TIE fighters accelerate, a great 'woosh' that deafened his ears. Cannons opened up, something exploded above and nearby. His gaze looked up and followed a fireball that was falling out of the sky, twisting and turning as it desperately tried to regain control. Then a crash, colliding against the wall of the opposite starscraper. Debris fell and duracrete shrapnel burst out with the speed of a slugthrower.

It was one of Dhami's TIE fighters, and it had taken out two whole fireteams of his own men when it crashed. He cursed under his breath. "Fireteam Alpha-Seven and Alpha-Eight, on me," he roared through the background of blasterfire. Eight troopers peeled away from the windows and approached their commander, Dhami motioned for them to follow as he entered a stairwell down to the ground floor.

"Captain Nero," he spoke over his comms, "Take the reigns. I'm going down to take out their commander, allocate a marksmen to keep me covered. Alpha-Seven through to Eight are with me." The radio crackled back with confirmation. The stairwell wasn't a long trip but the men appeared shaken. The enemy was shy of thrice their number and a lowly nine of them were about to engage them on common ground. Albeit they had the advantage of the AT-ST's for back up.

Sabik Dhami took the lead, his white robes billowing in the hailstorm of blaster and canon fire. The fireteams emerged into the street and quickly sought cover, keeping up with their commander. Dhami spotted the woman in charge, he recognized her, by face but not by name. He extended his hand, hilt clenched tight, a golden blade burst to life. It was a challenge.

Overhead the TIE fighters of Dhami's regiment had spread out, and while they kept up their fire they had opted for another style of attack. Archaic and considered wasteful, they were attempting to crash into the bombers. Taking them out with them, in a manner of speaking. while trained as fighter pilots, the pilots of the 88th were also trained in the fighting style of the kamikaze.

_________________________________________________________

Troop Summary: [121] Stormtroopers, [2] AT-AT's, [8] AT-ST's, [11] TIE fighters
Casualties: [7] Stormtroopers, [1] TIE fighters


Ground Forces: Two fireteams of eight have followed Sabik Dhami onto the streets to engage and eliminate the 97th commander. Another two fireteams were killed by a crashing TIE fighters.

Mechanized Forces: AT-ST's are mobilizing and splitting off into two so as to block and prevent a retreat from the 97th.

Air Forces: A TIE fighter was gunned down crashing into Dhami's own troops. They were given the order to perform a kamikaze attack to protect the AT-AT's, they're now targeting and attempting to crash into the bombers.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Arrival
Allies: [The Inquisition] [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Reine Bisset"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Allies: [Engaged] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] against [member="Sabik Dhami"]
Targets: [member="Darth Venefica"]
Friends: [member="Darth Ophidia"]

____________________​

​

OOC: Again my apologies for the late response. Just started college, so things are a bit hectic on my end.​

And to Venefica, my next post will be entering the system itself and engaging you! Wasn't able to tie it all up immediately, I am afraid.​

________________________​

​

The most minor of nods came and went to release Jorryn from her presence here.

In truth the lady with the golden mask showed little in the way of emotions once the mention of treachery came. It was expected, even planned for that some troops within the Sith framework would desert the greater nation once it showed a rapid decline in power and competence. It was the way of the Sith... the stronger prevailed and the weaker bit the dust -- was this an annoying complication? Quite so. But it was one which could be adjusted towards.

It would have been worse if the deserters had waited with their attack when the larger fleets had arrived.

The chaos would have been quite devastating, she mused to herself, but Cerbera could not really blame the traitors for being trigger-happy. They probably assumed that if they quickly took care of those already on the planet, that it would soften up the eventual confrontation.

"Inquisitor Aderyn, be a dear and coordinate with the Second Fleet, will you?" The tone was sweetly and patient, but this in itself was a foil of a hard-woman with blood on her hands. "The forces of Fleet Admiral Oberyn will enter the system proper first and it will be prudent for one of ours to oversee it, to avoid any undue complications."

The explanation was less to Aderyn and more to Calina and Bisset.

Even in times of war... training could not, would not wait on anyone.

 

[Mythos]

As Mythos prepared to leave with his men in formation, an Atrisian officer hurried to stand in his way to which Mythos gallantly halted his march through the star destroyer with a raised fist halting the march. He raised his eyebrow and gave no order or spoken word, he simply stared at the officer who bowed in Atrisian manner then stood in attention position as was tradition. "My lord, it appears we have surface fighters from the One Sith in the sector, twenty five clicks north and sixty five clicks south of the fifty fifth battalion, it appears to be a defective unit"

Mythos turned around and issued a complex order of hand signals that meant to the Jar'Kai to temporarily stand in ease formation and belay any order previously given. "Do we have any statistical information to indicate the gear, troop position and model of machinery used by the defectors?" He asked inquisitively while pulling up a surface holofeed of the action planetside. It showed buller imaged of formations and a savage battle that ended rather quickly.

"Yes we do my lord, At-At, At-St, and tie fighters in low numbers but very well coordinated and apparently lead by an efficient commander." The Officer said while leaning over to stand beside Mythos over the holofeed display and began imputing data from his datapad into the feed to update data in real time as observed by the scout fighters that were passing by the area. Mythos thought for a short while before deciding his course of action. "They are outdated in their weaponry... but we shall take no chances...Deploy an Axe wing squadron to eliminate the Ties and have them escort half a squadron of OS ones to level the entire area."

"But my lord... that would also kill any friendly One Sith troops in the area"

Mythos looked at him over his shoulder with eyes of durasteel, he slowly turned to face him completely while never taking his steeled, battle hardened eyes off his strategical commander. "We have no friendlies here commander" Mythos said while putting the axe in the mans shoulder, it's blade caressing his neck and drawing a line of blood... to Atrisians this was not a threat but an honor. "Those soldiers fight for the Sith counsel, the Spheres as they are called... they have turned their backs on His Majesty, they will have no mercy this day... I want the entire sector of that battlefield leveled to the ground... pack the bombers with extra concussion missiles while taking away their laser and ion cannons to make room"

"Right away my lord..."

"and commander..." He said, as the commander was just about to leave in a hurry to relay his orders. "Lead them yourself... take my Dasiya..."
The look on the Atrisian commanders face was that of a rabid animal about to set foot on prey.. vicious and bloodthirsty. Atrisians could live over a century, most of them had seen more bloodshed than even Mythos himself, this captain on the other hand... was a bygone of a forgotten era.

He was an Inquisitor Once... in the era of the Atrisian Empire.
[member="Sabik Dhami"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Mindabaal
Allies: One Sith Forces
Enemies: [member="Sabik Dhami"]

Frustration built as droves of Jorryn's forces were being quickly dispatched by the enemies, many of her men failing to get to cover in time before the enemy took advantage of their position. They had occupied multiple levels of the buildings surrounding the area and her forces were now being forcibly entrenched by the enemies' suppressing fire. Some relief came in the form of a TIE Fighter, engulfed in flame, crashing into an enemy position. She signalled to the men near her, about thirty men to ready for a quick dash across to a nearby building that held an enemy squad in it. She clenched her fist as a signal for the men to begin their mad dash, the Sith herself provided cover in the form of a saber deflecting shots that came near her. The enemy quickly changed focus to make sure that she couldn't make it into the ruined building, moving down a few of the slower troopers that trailed behind the back of the pack.

A heavy shove with the force took a weakened support beam down, as well as a large chunk of the wall creating a makeshift door for them to enter the building. She quickly brought her holo communicator up to her face and barked orders at the pilot's in the air. "Forget the AT-ATs I need you to eliminate all targets in the higher levels of these buildings." The pilots answered in a haze of panicked responses, obviously the enemies air superiority had given them more trouble than they had anticipated. She watched eagerly from the entrenched position as one of her TIE Bombers managed to escape the flurry of TIE Fighter shots, going for the opening that the TIE that had crashed left open.

Jorryn's anticipation turned to frustration as the bomber got eliminated by an enemy TIE before it could reach it's target, the flaming debris it was now clearing the battlefield entirely. "Send another bomber now." The anger was now clearly translated in her voice, changing it's pitch to a much lower tone. She watched as a second pilot managed to detach itself from the battle, an act of sacrifice from two of her TIE Fighters managing to clear the path for it. The same TIE Fighter from earlier had begun to chase it down, but he was unable to shoot it down before the payload was delivered to the starscraper.

A relieved grin crept across Jorryn's face as she saw the results of what the pilot had done, the building's support beams now buckling under the weight of all the debris that littered it. Now wasn't the time to celebrate a small victory however, two fingers shot towards the stairs as she motioned her men to climb and engage the enemy on their own turf. "If any of you find Captain Nero, I want him alive and brought before me." Jorryn ascended the stairs much faster than the rest of her men, her anger overwhelming her rational thoughts.

As she reached the top of the flight of the stairs she reignited her lightsaber, a glowing red light now shining from where the stairs met the floor some of the enemy had entrenched on. She turned the corner, using the force to send a wave of kinetic energy to unbalance the enemies' position and dashed forward attempting to impale the first trooper that she came across. Her eyes darting across the hallway to note any rooms or significant combatants, ensuring that she would face no surprise unless it came from behind her.

__________________________________________

Ground Forces: The main force of the 97th has been decimated by the enemies' position advantage, a significant amount of them being killed while they ran for cover. The rest of the forces have taken defensive positions, returning fire to the enemy although the angles of which make it difficult for proper firing. A small task force has accompanied Jorryn to assault an enemy position, a few of them being taken out by enemy troopers that hoped to limit the amount of enemies their forces would have to face in close combat. The remainder of the force, about eighteen men, are ascending the stairs to where Jorryn was currently located and would assist in her battle as soon as they arrived.

Air Forces: The TIE Fighters continued to engage the enemy while protecting the bombers, though the number advantage the enemy had has given them trouble properly managing the two. The first TIE Bomber to go after the starscraper was quickly eliminated by an enemy fighter and the debris managed to clear the battlefield with no casualties. Two TIE Fighters sacrificed themselves to allow a second TIE bomber to escape the combat, one intercepting enemy fire directed at the bomber and another dying in a dogfight against three enemies. This sacrifice was not in vain however and the second TIE Bomber managed a successful hit on an already weakened point of the starscaper.

Casualties: 103 Stormtroopers, 2 TIE Fighters, 1 TIE Bomber
Troop Summary: 197 Stormtroopers, 7 TIE Fighters, 4 TIE Bombers (One out of position)

 

[Sabik Dhami]

Location: Mindabaal
Allies: OS Defectors
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

Commander Fordyce was in his sights now. His fireteam were engaged, all the while Dhami remained unhindered. Blaster bolts arced his way and a quick flick of the wrist sent them spiraling back at the enemy. The One Sith Commander hadn't seen Dhami, his presence unknown. "On me," he barked to the fireteams. Suppressing fire from the windows were keeping the 97th hunkered down, unable to prevent the fireteams from peeling away from combat. They followed the path made by the Sith and entered the building through the makeshift entrance.

The distant crunch of debris and mechanical legs groaning signalled the arrival of the AT-ST's, their heads bobbed back and forth as they targeted enemies behind cover. Their canons opened up. Bright globs of green plasma pierced the air with a whistle only to end in an intense explosion against the cover the enemy sought, tearing away their defenses.

Chht! The communicator burst to life, Nero was hailing Dhami over a secure channel, "They're on me Commander. There's no retreat, we can'- Agh!" Chht! The commlink fizzled out. Fury blossomed like a thorned rose in the heart of Dhami, an anger that washed over him with the strength of the ocean tide. It engulfed him and swallowed him. He allowed its energy to empower him, enrage him.

He took the steps two at a time, the troopers lagging behind with much heavier equipment and armor. Then there came the blaster fire, the fireteams were engaging Commander Fordyce's troops. Chaos and confusion would ensue if they had not known of their coming. Despite being outnumbered two-to-one, Fordyce, like her troops on the streets, was now stuck between lines of fire.

With Dhami's blade in hand, the golden glow cast across his face, and his eyes a blood-orange, he moved to engage Fordyce. He made no war scream, nor in anger, he just charged, like a ferocious tiger starved for food. He dashed from behind her, his blade rose and fell, attempting to strike her along her back.

_________________________________________________________

Troop Summary: [91] Stormtroopers, [2] AT-AT's, [8] AT-ST's, [8] TIE fighters
Casualties: [38] Stormtroopers, [4] TIE fighters

Ground Forces: With the ST's targeting those behind cover with superior firepower, the 88th soldiers continue to press hard on the remaining troops yet to find cover. Casualties remain minor for now. Elsewhere, Captain Nero is organizing a hasty defense against Commander Fordyce. His troops have been taken by surprise and suffered quick and severe casualties. On the streets the fireteam with Dhami are able to successfully peel away from combat with the support of suppressing fire. The two fireteams along with Dhami enter the stairwell, engaging Commander Fordyce and her troops from behind.

Mechanized Forces: AT-ST's have blocked either end of the street, creating a killing field. They have begun opening fire on the infantry, targeting those behind cover with their canons. The 97th are now wedged on all four fronts. AT-AT's remain in reserve.

Air Forces: The TIE fighters begin their kamikaze attack, swerving in and out of fire in a hasty attempt to collide with enemy bombers.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Darth Ophidia"] would receive a similar treatment as her acolyte [member="Abyss"] had received. By pushing the Sphere back, Ferus had made himself the options he desired. And the one he chose was to limit her own. As she stepped back with her blades crossed over her chest he was there, both hands tight on his saber as he swung with all his unnatural might. He knew her form, Makashi, and knew how hard it was for the lithe dance to deal with powerful blows.

And he certainly didn't stop there. The blade was burning bright with imbuement, easily showing the energy forced inside. Just as the boy had experienced, she would find the same raw blast of energy to erupt on the points of contact. No forgiveness, no holding back. The Sith had to stall the Shadow for only just a bit longer.

At the call of [member="Vaulkhar"] scavengers scattered about the forgotten battlefields, collecting only some of the dead. Just like vermin they picked at the battlefield, picking out the smallest and seemingly weakest of the fighters. They left behind the rest, but not before pressing a bloodied thumb to their forehead. The small dot would reek of the dark to those who could sense it, but otherwise it was just another blood smear on those that now rested in death.

The thousand scavengers were quick about their work, being sure to avoid any open conflict as best they could, and making sure to hide among the dead when soldiers of any side happened upon them. Something was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Mindabaal
Allies: 97th Infantry
Enemies: 88th Mechanized Assault Forces, [member="Sabik Dhami"]

A swipe downwards felled yet another enemy trooper as Jorryn's own forces came behind to support her, firing down the halls at the enemy. She continued to assault the enemy forces, her focus on eliminating them distracting her from sensing the enemy troops that managed to flank her from the other end of the hall. Her attention was quickly drawn to the flank when her men began quickly depleting, the time between their shots ever expanding.

As Jorryn turned to look to see how many troopers the enemy had came with, a golden lightsaber came crashing down towards her.

She could feel the man's intense anger as she barely managed to defend against the blow, her back foot being forced backwards due to the Sith's intense hatred. The feelings of her rage quickly turned into fear as she felt herself being overpowered by him. "I didn't imagine that a Sith would be behind this." She hid her fear behind a veil of cockiness, attempting to use words to throw the man off and gain the advantage.

As she was shoved further backwards by the man, Jorryn noticed her men were all but slaughtered. In a moment of desperation, Jorryn flung her sword upwards in an attempt to disengage from the Sith and destroy a support beam that held a portion of the ceiling. She quickly dashed upwards, using the force to grab her lightsaber, as the roof began to cave in. Jorryn was not foolish enough to believe that she could take on a Sith of his strength while surrounded by two squads, this act was an attempt to separate him from his forces and get him on his own.

She quickly dashed up the stairs, shoving debris out of the way before finally reaching the door at the end. The door exploded open as Jorryn waved her hand and she launched forward, her lightsaber expanding in a crimson essence. She turned around to face the Sith holding her lightsaber in front of her face to prepare for the duel, hoping that her distraction had worked.

_________________________________________________

Ground Forces: All of the task force that had gone with Jorryn were quickly disposed of after a short firefight against an enemy squad. Another force had flanked their position and they were quickly eliminated in the pincer position. The tide has turned drastically against the 97th Infantry as the AT-STs and enemy squads who still held a position of strategic advantage rained heavy fire on their entrenched area. The troopers had begun to fire the few rockets that they carried at the enemy walkers, but the ammunition was limited and they could not get a perfect shot without immediately being picked off.

Air Forces: The enemy TIE Fighter kamikaze strategy had begun to pay off, swiftly eliminating the out of place TIE Bomber along with an additional one. However this focus on the Bombers had eased the pressure on the allied Fighters who have begun to return fire after suffering two casualties, one crashing in the middle of the streets and the other landing in a nearby building.

Casualties: 52 Stormtroopers, 2 TIE Fighters, 2 TIE Bombers
Troop Summary: 145 Stormtroopers, 5 TIE Fighters, 2 TIE Bombers

 

[Sabik Dhami]

Location: Mindabaal
Allies: OS Defectors
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

She turned, her wrist instinctively moved her blade in reaction. The plasma collided, golden on crimson. An explosion of plasmatic sparks sprinkled the air. A loud screech came from the contact between the two intense energies, then a loud whine as the blades retracted from one another. He had forced her back a step, and he kept up the advance. "I didn't imagine that a Sith would be behind this," Jorryn Fordyce remarked.

She blocked each blow, but each time she lost a bit of ground. Then her blade moved up, disengaging from the fight. The support beam above there heads sliced with the ease of warm butter, in a flash of movement she fled further ahead of the stairwell. With no choice Dhami deactivated his blade, his mechanical arm reached up as the beam came down for his head. It slammed into his palm, held there by the cybernetics, but not for long.

The metal was buckling, his mechanical arm would soon snap if he continued to hold the ceiling up. With a grunt of effort, and with a push of the Force, he lifted the ceiling momentarily off him, enough that he could leap forward and out of harms way. His retreat now barred, and reinforcements unable to come to him, he would face Fordyce alone.

He followed in pursuit. She had no where else to go, and so he marched. Save whatever energy he could from chasing after her. As he reached the door he gently pressed forward, meeting Fordyce on the roof. His blade reactivated with the gentle squeeze of his thumb. "Is it really that surprising? If anything, it's very Sith-like of me," he commented on her earlier remark. His voice, albeit synthesized, was calm and collected, despite the rage he held.

He moved forward into a charge and bounded with aid of the Force, leaping a great distance and quickly closing the gap between them. Empowered by the Force he moved swiftly and with precision, a true surgeon of his craft, and his craft was killing. Recounting his lessons by Jedi Master Hasjo Hallu, a lifetime of training as a Mandalorian, and the final teachings of Darth Vidar, he was an avid and lethal combatant.

He launched into a series of quick, shallow slashes, attempting to gouge the flesh from her limbs. His attacks were not intended to be lethal, he was attempting to weaken her, wear her down with as many minor wounds as he could possibly inflict. He then spun with the lithe grace of a Twi'lek dancer, but it was no longer his blade that attempted to land a strike, he came around, twisted his hips and attempted to deliver a vicious punch to her abdomen from his mechanical hand. He was counting on the fact she may be more focused on his lightsaber so that he could possibly take her by surprise.


_________________________________________________________

Troop Summary: [72] Stormtroopers, [2] AT-AT's, [6] AT-ST's, [5] TIE fighters
Casualties: [57] Stormtroopers, [2] AT-ST's, [7] TIE fighters

Ground Forces: Cut off from their commander, Sabik Dhami, the two fireteams fall back to Captain Nero. Injured but not out of the fight, they begin to re-asses the situation, calling in for AT-AT support in a bid to quickly end the battle. The TIE bombers have been successful, wiping out a series of fireteams located in the windows, but their height and cover advantage still proves superior to the ground-based enemy. With each enemy that peers out from cover to take potshots at the AT-ST's the 88th in the windows return fire. Captain Nero orders all units to arm their detonators and lob them down into the streets below creating a field of explosions up and down the street.

Mechanized Forces: One ST has been disabled by enemy rocket fire while another was hit by the fuel pump, exploding on impact. The remaining six AT-ST's halt momentarily as the troopers heft their grenades from the windows, creating a clusterbomb-like effect along the street. As the dust settles the ST's advance on the enemies behind cover, attempting to dislodge them from their positions and out into the open so as to allow the troopers to take shots. Unlike the AT-ST's, the AT-AT's do not split off but rather move to engage the enemy from the south-side, while their anti-infantry weapons are lacking their cannons prove capable of demolishing any cover the enemy still holds. The AT-AT's are now in the open, sitting ducks to the enemies TIE bombers.

Air Forces: Far fewer in number, the remaining TIE fighters pull together and abandon their kamikaze strategy. They begin working in a cohesive unit, targeting single enemy fighters one by one, hoping that intense suppressing fire will prove victorious.

 

[Ultimatum]

There were many of these sniveling cowards on the fields. Attempting to hide among the dead, as if they could fool a sensor. Some were far to quick to take to cover when flight might have been their only hope. Ultimatum ordered his droids to begin executing these stragglers. Whatever their purpose, they appeared to not respond to attempts to speak to them, thus they were enemies. On the battlefield there were only two possibilities, either one was an enemy or an ally. If one was not an ally then it was as good as an enemy. If these organics were allies then their cowardice made them enemies and if they were already enemies then they would be treated as such. Unfortunately it was thereby impossible to account for civilian casualties. However, given the current conditions, non-combatants were unlikely to be found. Even if these were civilians, they were moving and hiding among dead soldiers, they could easily be scavenging weapons and supplies from them to support the enemy.

Whatever the reason, these strange cowards were on the battlefield and Ultimatum made certain they were treated accordingly. As a droid he could not distinguish the importance of whatever mark they were leaving. They would be unable to take care of all these enemies, but certainly whatever they had planned would become much more difficult to accomplish. He continued on, shooting what people he could before the other droids shot them.

He sent a message up to the Sovereignty, to be forwarded to @Mythos. Ultimatum hoped to at least get the communication across before the once Sith had made his way off his vessel. "There is something else going on here. My droids and I are finding a lot of organics moving among the dead, not certain what they plan to do, but they aren't responding to attempts of communication so I assume their enemy forces. If the stories of Sith powers are true, there might be quite some trouble here. Just letting you know. Good hunting."

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Whoever these scavengers were were clearly just dressed as such. As [member="Ultimatum"] 's droids began to shot down those unfortunate to be moving while his droids scoured the forgotten fields of battle, they would notice they could not see them on their normal sensors. There was no body heat, no electronic pulses to be seen. On closer inspection of the cold ones who walked, the droids would find underneath the scavenger outfit a full body glove that had been treated with Spector Gloss. Something [member="Mythos"] would certainly know.

Those who were able to hide among the dead would look just the same as the long dead soldiers around them. They had prepared for sensors. But there were spots where the lack of their body temperature left them sticking out rather than hiding, and were shot down all the same. Perhaps not as many as the droid originally thought, but still enough for the survivors to begin working away from the droid's army.

 

[Mythos]

"My lord... Air superiority and spacial freedom has been attained... It appears your ally in Mustafar has taken the liberty of engaging forces on the ground."

Mythos sighed and shook his head. "Stubborn droid, so be it. I want the landing crafts in shift rotating to deliver the full force on the legion behind the mountains and a squadron of blades to escort us down there... No mistakes, we do this by the books"

"Yes My lord"

The loud horn of the alarms signifying troop deployment was so loud Mythos could barely hear himself think. With two hand signals and a pulse from the force by his captian lee the Jar'Kai were in formation behind him as they loaded into the assault landing crafts, the Tartoros walkers would join in after supplied with a division of AT-Laws for infantry support.
Mythos walked into the bay flanked by the Legion of Atrisia, an entire force of One Sith soldiers pulled from a single planet when he was King and still loyal to him to the death. He had earned that loyalty... with Blood. In his right hand Mythos carried the Axe of Adas and in his left hand he carried a black durasteel pole with the flag of the One Sith tied at the end, it's black and red colors still shining to this day and standing strong.

"Children!" Mythos boomed, even being heard above the wailing alarms and the soldiers moving to their positions and boarding the landing crafts. "I will never say to you an order i cannot carry out! This day and right now, My order is simple... Follow Me!"

His soldiers roared as he boarded his ship, and as the flag was raised once more the men raised their fists in defiance.

Mythos' craft was a special one. It was a modified and heavily armored Omnicron with extra layers of durasteel and a more powerful hyperdrive and thursters. It was black and red and it was already lifting off with the fallen King himself driving the thing... Mythos never liked to be driven around, he was a pilot before he was an Acolyte and never trusted the command of a ship if he himself could drive it.

It was now that the descent of over ten thousand men would befall on the battlefield, roaring power and death in the form of a massive army alive with gunships, walkers and prototype artillery pieces directly inbound to the surface of the planet and ready to enter battle once they made landfall. From the moment Mythos hit orbit he was greeted with a swarm of fighters deployed from the several corvettes and frigates in his fleet escorting his descend into the planet as well as the massive army that followed him. No resistance, no engagements, just a straight shoot down to surface and a deployment of troops and ammunition to start destroying immediately.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXSHnam0ezs

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owf5RqZZwtU​

​

Such grace did the assassin attempt to murder with, to belittle the monster clad in a protection that was assumed to be a hindrance. His form was dashed and mauled with precision and without mercy. Abraxas found himself admiring the non-hesitant nature of the Sith, and was struck assuredly to a menacing crawl. The maneuver in which Abraxas was to be slowed and poisoned took place, and with the relentless onslaught of skill, the warrior found himself face down in the dirt.​

​

The vessel lay still for a moment or two before twitching and jerking itself back upright into an almost unphased state. The Force that was used to work against the False Butcher was being repressed by his pure will to achieve victory, and yet, the assassin knew little of the God-King's genetic spawn. Although seeming as if the assault didn't hold any dire affect, Abraxas' mind was beginning to distort due to the poison. But he had to press on, he knew that this would not be his end. He would not allow it just yet.​

​

Staring the assassin down with dark intent, the clad alumni of the One Sith began stomping toward him with crimson blade in hand. With the press of a button, the unstable plasma extended to twice the length of its original size and began to crackle with electricity and burning intensity. It hummed and hissed to relinquish the foe of his very soul for the debt endowed upon its wielder. A debt to be paid for in sanguine redemption. ​

​

Reaching out with his own brand of hatred in the Force, Abraxas boosted his presence and allowed the rage dwelling with the immaterium of the unseen power to become the forefront of his retaliation. This would also help him to ignore the severity of his wounds as well as the poison and dampening working against his advancement. ​

​

Breaking into a charge, Abraxas cast a bolt of pure corruption from his left hand towards the would-be assassin, causing a small blast radius to ignite into smoldering midnight flame. The brutality of the assault would continue in the form of a relatively loud howl that would be amplified through the Force, enough to shake and warp the perception of the loyalist for a brief time. Through all this, the heretic of the One Sith would still be charging and when close enough, would grasp the hilt of his lightsaber with both gauntlets in an attempt to strike at the servant of a dying cause with a kinetically empowered diagonal slash.​

​

The assassin would learn that the presence possessing the vessel had been through much and had experienced near-death a multitude of times. This was no different. ​

​

[member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Her form was not ideal for dealing with certain attacks, but a true master overcame such hindrances. It was a long time since she had let such restrictions linger in her combat, especially when she had trained and been trained by persons who employed such power-strikes. [member="Darth Ferus"]' attack was not difficult for her to anticipate as the blade was visibly imbued with kinetic energy and the strike carried a recognisable arc.

In response to his attack, the Rattataki's blades did not break from their defensive position, but rather her hilts turned and her index fingers reached out vertically. Her heel planted itself firmly in the ground as her fluent position became momentarily solid and a shimmering field of energy surrounded her form before the blades made contact; a kinetic defence against a kinetic attack. His attack moved her nowhere.

Then, her blades uncrossed, her back foot stepped forward, and with an outwards swipe of her hands she pushed the shield forward in a terrible explosion of raw telekinetic power. He would have to do better than a little bit of battering to break through the Pale Assassin's defences.

-

While she held a post of power, Darth Ophidia had made sure the planetary defences did not rely on her guidance to function. She was not the commander, just a voice of some strategic authority. The tactics and actual employment of military forces was outside her area of expertise and as such she had long since transferred it into the more capable hands of experienced commanders who knew how to defend their planet. As such, the performance of local military efforts were not hampered by her distraction.

Currently leading the strategic defence effort was General Franco Val Tin, a bush-bearded man well known for his quick thinking and hard tactics, and his prodigy Commander Dominiq. Additionally, a royal Handmaiden, [member="Stojia"] , was assigned to prevent intrusion or information leakage from the command centre. They had lost some in the attacks; Marco, Degrasse, Chartier. But the fight was not robbed of them. Still in the field there were men and women fighting.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The smallest hint of a grin formed on the exposed lips of the Sith Lord as [member="Darth Ophidia"] brought up her shield. She was always too smart. The blast erupted outward, but with no where to go it blew back on Ferus, sending him back instead of his intended target. A simple twist of his waist kept him from sailing uncontrollably, but the lightsaber in his hand was simply no longer there. Ironically, the Sith had unarmed himself with his own attack.

Still, this dance was coming to a close. He could hear the reports of [member="Ultimatum"] 's droids killing his thousand, and while their deaths would help in the long run, he needed some of them alive. As her barrier blew up, visible darkness swelled around his hand. Voiceless words drifted into the air, and while the kenetic energy slammed hard into him and threw him to the ground with a thud, the darkness still thrived.

Above [member="Abyss"] the corpse that had been thrown on him began to move. A horrid screech erupted from it's lips as the being was forced to live. It hurt. It hated. This fate was worse than the death it had originally experienced. But it wasn't alone. It could feel the breath of the out cold acolyte, and it hated Abyss. Hated him for being alive. Hated everything. It's body cracked loudly as it began to move, so slowly, to the boys face. Unstopped, it would take it's hate out on the boy.

A cough came from the direction of the Sith Lord where he landed. He was sitting, staring over at the Pale with greedy red eyes. A com on his wrist was active.

"A master should always take care of their apprentice."

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Mindabaal - Starscraper Rooftop
Allies: One Sith Forces
Enemies: [member="Sabik Dhami"]

Jorryn spent the moment it took for her opponent to centre her breathe, regaining the stamina she needed in her makashi form to defeat her opponent. She hadn't expected a cyborg to move as fast or as agile as he had. A tinge of relief managed to make it to her however, as she no longer had to deal with the multiple fire teams that he had supporting him. Still she didn't underestimate her opponent, preparing to charge at him as soon as his foot crossed the door frame/

She only managed to get her blade up as he swung, blocking his first strike though it forced her backwards. As her leg bowed downwards, she realized she could only win by throwing him off. "Apologies, I meant I didn't know a Sith could lead so incompetently." This came from arrogance covering fear, she knew that he could physically dominate her so she began to rely on her force abilities and mental capacities in order to defeat him.

Surprise took her as he relieved his first strike, causing her to stumble backwards in an attempt to regain proper footing. She attempted to properly block all the thrusts and slashes that the Sith was throwing at her, managing to deflect a good number. Some had managed to hit their target however, a cut on the cheek, one on the lower thigh, and one right below her shoulder. Jorryn was unable to properly block all his strikes due to the sheer power of them breaking through her makashi form's biggest flaw.

She turned her body towards what appeared to be the final strike of his flurry, lifting her blade in front of her. She managed to block it successfully and attempted a counter-attack. Jorryn fell for the feint however, and the cyborg's punch caught her right in the jaw sending her back a few feet to her knees. She got up rubbing her jaw, which was clearly bruising, and turned her eyes back to the Sith. She changed her form to that of Niman, which was better suited to fighting an overpowering opponent.

She spat out a dime of blood before charging towards the Sith knight, using the force to toss some debris at his side. She would leap at him with a strike starting from his head in an attempt to get his blade lowered, and then follow it up with a force-infused kick to the left side of his head hoping that it wasn't metal beneath that mask of his. If he caught her by the leg then she would follow up with a spinning move to strike the right half of his face, in an attempt to free herself and get a strike in.

_____________________________________

Ground Forces: The destruction of two AT-STs roused the men's morale a bit, only to have it shattered to pieces by the rain of grenades . Some exploded before the streets, but quite a few killed the 97th infantry quickly and more importantly destroying cover and forcing them into open spots. The men were beginning to be picked off, the ones remaining were sitting in well defended parts of the streets although they couldn't fire back for fear of being shot. Then the AT-ATs appeared from around the corner of a building, the behemoths opening fire on the cover the men were using. The strength of it's blasters began to vaporize all the debris that the 97th had been using, the men that hadn't been killed by the blast were quickly picked off by the enemies located in the buildings.

Air Forces: TIE Bombers immediately notice the enemy AT-ATs as they run out from their cover and quickly divert all attention to taking out the one coming from the South streets, desperate to eliminate them before the last of the bombers were destroyed. Understanding this tactic, the TIE fighters have desperately turned to kamikaze attacks to divert the attention of the remaining enemy fighters from the bomber's. One of the allied TIE Fighters was shot down trying to hit an enemy and attempting to veer his crash course into the AT-AT but missed and landed in the streets below.

Casualties: 1 TIE Fighter, 73 Stormtroopers
Troop Summary: 4 TIE Fighters, 2 TIE Bombers, 72 Stormtroopers

 

[Ultimatum]

Unfortunately there had been fewer than Ultimatum had anticipated, the droid had believed there would be more down here than just those. As it was, they had easily killed a thousand, give or take a few. Ultimatum had realized after the first two who had hidden, that they had some form of thermal suppression system which also hid their electronic signature. However, that did not help them when the droid's saw one moving. They were cautious, but not completely patient. Occasionally one would move too soon after the droid's had moved by. The sensors would pick that up and man died shortly thereafter.

After the first hundred or so, the droid's had all gotten the basic appearance of the gear that the enemy was wearing. With that and the fact that when stepped upon the organics did not react well and tended to flail somewhat, Ultimatum and his droids were able to find more after the initial sweep. It had come to the point of going over the dead and trying to take care of the living hiding among them. There were of course those who were wounded and sometimes they would accidentally be killed, Ultimatum marked their positions on a map in case he came across a medical team which could take care of the injured soldiers. Until then the droid's continued their purge, double checking every living organic they came across, before shooting or leaving them be.

 

[Mythos]

"Atmosphere hit in thirteen... Embrace for Atmospheric entry."

As usual, Mythos never followed he only lead and the first ship to cross the stratosphere of Mindabaal was the one that he was driving. The cold and white mountainside opened up to his eyes, internal systems horned hard as the canopy of the shuttle heated up to over a thousand degrees Fahrenheit. The Ship was fast, they chose a landing zone with no enemies and a hundred miles from where the main battle of [member="Darth Ophidia"] and [member="Darth Ferus"] was happening. Mythos was an excellent pilot, his first tastes of combat were behind the cockpit of an N-1 Naboo starfighter. The controls on the shuttle were new to him... yet a natural behind the controls he landed the shuttle sliding down perfectly and rushed needing to get deployed as soon as possible. Around his ship were a squadron of One Sith blade fighters that escorted him and the massive amount of Gunships, shuttles and Assault crafts that brought with them a literal army of Atrisian One Sith Troopers. The ramp landed down with a thud, snow and ice breaking below it's durasteel weight and Mythos instead of marching down, rushed out with the Jar'Kai behind him and started setting up a perimeter of watch with his high tech monocular while the rest of the assault craft and soldiers started to land and unload the equipment and ammunition along with weapons and vehicles.

"We are sitting ducks out here Animus..." Lee said, while donning his classical Atrisian war garbs that effectively fought the cold from away from his limbs. Mythos had gotten used to the shivering colds of Midvinter and was climatized for it quite well. "We best get either moving or defended because this area has no visible cover or defendable position... Plus" Lee looked at his boots, noticing the layer of ice beneath them. "We are literally in thin ice"

Mythos nodded, his cold breath visible with every exhale and inhale of his lungs. "I agree Lee, I will lead the Jar'Kai up the mountains, you take command of the legions and relegate command as you see fit, send recon drones to scour the entire mountain side and keep me informed about the positioning of the enemy on the other side... there is a hundred miles between us and the enemy so i expect a two day march with three rest camps in the way... pack supplies accordingly."

Lee nodded and smiled while looking at Mythos through the corner of his eye. "You have gotten better at logistics and tactics" They both packed their gear and stood next to each other beneath the coming blizzard. Mythos scoffed softly his eyes locked to the massive mountain side, scanning and calculating like a machine every point of entry and pathway his eyes could see. "Resources win battles, Battles win wars... Have the men in formation immediately."

With that, Mythos marched off with the Jar'Kai, banners held high ahead of the troops... and a slim figure could be seen between his ranks, too small for a soldier and too lightly armored for a Jar'Kai warrior. They marched to the background of louder and louder machinery as the Walkers were deployed and the vehicles began to to be revved to engine heat. It would be a task to pass walkers and speeders through a mountain peak...But there was no stopping the momentum of the machine.

"Father.. I shall lead this expedition until we reach the mountain peak"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDDyCm1t19U
No retort was made to the demand.
​